She sported nicely styled hair. Cute, thought Shanika, but it would be gone soon enough.Third in line was another light skinned negress with hair that...would have just reached her collar and she been wearing any clothes. She was a big girl with big floppy tits and a nice wide booty.The last in the line may have been a returning slave judging by her short curly hair. Closer in age to the first girl, she was pretty and petite and held her head high even though she was naked except for her shiny. Its fucking arousing. All of it, from the carpet burn I'm getting on my bare knees, the burning deep in my ass, the throat throbbing against my calloused fingertips, the blood on my lips as I bite into her ear, the way his fingertips dig into my breast... and more. I am overloaded with sensation, sex and violence. It awakens both the hunter and the prey in me, like a snake devouring itself. What happens next, I'm only faintly aware of. The absinthe is starting to fade and I'm on my back,. " Oh baby thanks. I really do love this and want to do it again and again. At first yes, it was what you wanted. I hope you won't get mad at me darling but now I want it too." Why baby?' I asked."The first night I was so scared I was shaking. I went only because you wanted me to. As the guys started looking at me I started to get turned on. When you let them touch me I climaxed for the first time. That really surprised me. When the guy started kissing me I only thought was no I shouldn't.. , eyes searching out the few natural landmarks she had memorized in her time there and ticked them off. She knew exactly, precisely where she was going and her running was not panicked, not thrashing and wild. She ran like she had been trained to, tight, controlled with not a movement wasted. She was aware of the burning in her throat, chest and muscles. She could hear her breathing, hard and ragged and she could feel her head getting lighter and lighter. Still she ran. If you do need to run,.