I worked very hard, learned the language, and was among the top students in order to make my dream come true. I packed my bags, sad goodbye to my pare...ts, got drunk with my friends and went out to the world. I was happy. In the beginning. Then the happiness and a sense of excitement, even fear became completely suppressed by the absolute lack of free time. In the morning I would wake up, go to the university, I'd spend all day in lectures and various activities, and in the evening would go. My parents, of course, did not approve of that activity. So I had been forced to transform myself at night, when everyone slept. No need to go into detail. Every action has its consequence. One thing leads to another. I had put on shorts for the first time when I was 12 years old, and years later, I became a woman at two in the morning and went outside. The fear was constant in the initial outings, but over time it gave way to adrenaline, the desire for exploration. One night I dared to go. I am ordered to lock a chain on seven of the family members. The only one I do not chain is the mother. She is smiling. She knows what is going to happen. She has done this before. All this is happening in the open courtyard. Sometimes we have visitors who can watch. As sex slaves we have no right to privacy. Our duties are obedience to the orders of our masters. If they want us to fuck in public, we fuck in public. I lock a leash on to the iron collar on the neck of the mother. I point to the. What was that he said, take off the dress? That would leave me only in the underwear that I was wearing. As he turned to walk back to his easel, I knew I had a split second to make up my mind as to what I was going to do, comply or leave. My hands went down to the hem of the dress and began to raise it up over my head before I knew what they were doing. I held it at my breast for an instant and then released it to the floor. I stood there not know what I had done or what to do next. Without.