I knelt again in front of Daddy and awaited his instructions. Daddy leaned forward and cupped my soaking pussy. “Oh, Baby. Why are you so wet? Is i... from performing the tasks you were told to do or from the punishment you know is coming to you?” I sighed as he pushed two fingers deep inside. I spread my knees to give Daddy better access to the pussy he owns. “Both, I think, Daddy,” I said, as he removed his fingers and wiped them on my tits. “Yes, Slut. You are correct. You get wet from. And since you don’t seem to find it necessary to find that discipline in yourself, it falls to those of us here at school to see that get it. What’s your opinion?’ She rolled her eyes slightly but said nothing. His lean face tightened into speculation and he stared at her steadily. His unswerving regard unnerved her and finally her eyes fell and she shrugged slightly. ‘I don’t have one,’ she said finally. ‘Ah. I see.’ He let the chair fall forward, nearly spilling her. He turned away to his. Zachary immediately took it and pocketed it into his pants pocket. ‘My Employer has a list of requests he would like done to her. Nothing of great importance or out of the ordinary…’ Holmes said as he casually walked over to the cage. ‘Piercings upon her body. A typical slave brand upon her back. No inappropriate relations, of course.’ ‘Of course.’ Zachary said politely as he remained close to the door. ‘I’ll have it all completed and finished by the albeit short time frame.’ Holmes smiled at. I lay still, terrified, with my heart pounding. Outside I could hear the jingle as they got off their horses, and words in a language I did not know. There were screams from the old people who were too weak to run away, and coarse laughter from the men. I felt air move as one pushed aside the leather hanging that was our door, and I knew that a man was in the hut with me. He smelled of sweat and horseshit. He shouted something I could not understand, and then there was a sound of banging as he.