The guard struck me then across my ass with the belt and it burned. It burned worse than anything I had ever felt before. I howled like an animal for ... moment and then glared at the trainer. She just studied her nails nonchalantly.The guard moved to the girl beside me.“A slave girl may be called by whatever name the owner pleases!” I shouted out before he could strike the other girl.“Again.” The bitch in front of me stated.I repeated it. I repeated it twenty times for her.She stepped to the. Press and I grinned at one another and took off running towards the other field.Aside from Russell winking at me, our arrival at the varsity practice went unnoticed by other members of the varsity. Mr. Sterling assigned us to the special teams' coach, Mr. Cantor, who was also my English instructor. We spent that first day listening to Mr. Cantor explain our responsibilities under different circumstances. He stressed the importance of staying alert, always being ready to enter the gameWe had to. Now that the story has a happy endin’, those who haven’t heard the happy endin’ and who weren’t in town to see the happy endin’, when it happened, want me to retell them the whole dang story all over again, from the beginning, as if it just happened. Tarnation. We have a lot of an’mal lovers in town and they all love Earth Day’s happy endin’ and I do, too. The only one who likes the happy endin’ more than me is Earth Day. She loves the story now with the happy endin’ we have and she always. The next day Master Len showed her his dungeon come cellar. It had, amongother items, a work bench with straps and a wooden horse with a dildo and abutt plug. She was ordered up onto the bench, strapped down and her tits boundsup tight. It took some length of cord to do this but Len was patient. Thenhe set about canning them in a hard, merciless fashion. "They may have been around the block a few times," he told her, "But thisstill hurts like hell doesn't it?" "Yes, Master!" she sobbed loudly.