Being a very rural community inthe Southern U.S., those that didknow of us for the most partshunned us. My father a drunk(which at times was a savingg...ace when he’d pass out), andus considered white trash sosimply left to our means. Theworst part perhaps being I hadno one to turn to not even to justsimply be around others. As youcan imagine no other parentswould want their c***drenaround me, and adults knowingmuch of what was happeningconsidered me I suppose toalready be a lost cause. Add. You'll notice she's riding Hero, one of the horses I won't let you use. She met him last Wednesday, and they're buddies already. Mary's thinking about helping me, so if you have any questions or need any help, just ask her."Sarah began the class, getting the girls to walk their mounts in line, turning them on command, working up to more complex maneuvers. Mary and Hero just stood to one side, watching.As the group worked, Mary noticed one girl was having difficulty controlling her mount. The. I punched her with my other hand and stuffed the shreds of garment into her mouth. I took the pantyhose off of her left leg and used that to tie the gag into place. I tied her hands behind her back with a set of nylon handcuffs. Normally I wouldn’t do this, as it would be evidence that could be traced to me, but this time I had gotten the handcuffs from a previous victim. Sitting upon the small of her back I surveyed my work. The elegant and finely trimmed short hair that she wore atop her hair. She turned over to sleep on her undamaged side, her collar chain making along-familiar metallic slithering noise on the hard stone flags, one handstill holding the red silks the puzzling Earthman had handed to her whenhe had come to the kitchens earlier. Strange Master...The Free Woman Serressa, currently the kajira named Lilianne lay amongthe other kajirae of Tisoch's tavern secured in a slave cage, dozingunder the effects of a soporific administered earlier to alleviate thespikes of pain from.