When we were done, she was the perfect compliant. She has no memory of her life as a distinguished Ph.d. Now she spends her free time masturbating. ...We call her Clit....??Outstanding. If I brought in one of my slaves who I had captured before...??We could perform the conversion on her and have her back to you inside of a week.??Interesting.??You know that our slaves bring the highest prices. We have changed the market forever. Our competitors want to know how we do it. The best they can. “I think it’s up high enough that we won't get washed out.”“Okay, let's check it out!”We made our way off the trail and headed to set up camp… in the rain.It took three times longer than it normally would to cover that distance. The wet mud clung to our boots, making them heavy, and the rain seemed to fall harder the further we got from the trail.When we arrived we found the area was solid rock, and there was no way we would stake our tent down.“This isn’t going to work,” I said while I kicked. Erin was trapped and helpless, dangling with her feet barely touching the ground. She looked like a sad deer in the headlights. It seemed she was a trophy buck or “fuck” to the guys, even hearing someone comment on “mounting her”. She hung there like a prized piece of meat. Her long tanned legs dangled and perky breasts needed lots of attention. Every inch of her body was about to be licked, pinched, fucked or cummed on and in. She was to be taught a very serious lesson for entering the. “Hey, you know Dad and Uncle Rob would always fuck you first. They sometimes left me out entirely before I got my tits.” Sammie was immediately embarrassed that she let that bit of family history slide. Her dad had been dead for a couple years, but still a weird thing to bring up.“I did my exercises every night while you were getting fucked by anyone willing to throw a stick at you.” Marg meant to hurt and Jared knew this. Almost without hesitation he slapped Marg’s tit hard, eliciting a squeal.