She can only imagine why her teeth have been removed – rumors of such modifications have reached her before. But she has no choice in the matter. Su...h is the will of her new owner, Pierre Le Cochon. Monsieur le Cochon has a very specific set of fetishes. Priscilla has been altered to accommodate them.Drugs mask her pain but do nothing for her grief. She knows that as a slave her body belongs to her owner to do with as he or she pleases. Her life was forfeit, she knew, at the whim of any owner,. Washed down with a couple of bottles of Tembo beer, I had bought just a few at the duka (Swahili for a shop), in the last town we had passed through.The sun would set shortly. It was half an orb above the lake horizon, the mists from the water, making it possible to look at the golden glow. A perfect day, in many ways.“What are you thinking James?” She would insist on calling me James, even though, I was generally known as Jim. She had said that it was what my mother named me, so, therefore, it. We were immensly proud of her, and I wondered what was wrong.I saw her in the living room, and sat beside her. She was sobbing, staring at her phone, and I asked her what was wrong. She was almost inconsolable. "Lisa", I said, "what's wrong, you can tell me."She turned to me, and I had never seen such a look of dissapointment or shame in her eyes before. She showed me her phone, and there was a photo of my beautiful 17 year old daughter with a black cock in her mouth. I gasped, and pulled. At pleasing Mike, anyway. You might be different, and that's another interesting scientific enquiry in itself." And what if Sue needs me, and I can't manage it for her?" Sue's safe until around midnight tomorrow night. That's forty hours after this morning's anal session. As for the vagina, she seems to be immune there anyway." And suppose she isn't?" Then she's safe until around three o'clock tomorrow afternoon - forty hours after 11pm last night. So, how about we make a date for tonight? Or.