"For the crime of grand trespass, with the intent to soil our heritage, you are hereby sentenced to be killed via the headman's sword, risen from the ...ead and killed two more times!" The cackle that followed, the roar of the crowd, as they devoured the festering corpses of those that came before them haunts you; through even the exhaustion of fleeing for your life."I fucken' hed, come fucken' on!" your vision swoons as you're hip-tossed and dragged along the filthy cobblestone floor that's so. What you do next will me the world and believe me I know it as good as any I post my story here because my story truly spent a big portion here. This will be short and sweet and will be reworked in the coming days weeks or months but today is to much to bare.... I meet this amazing beautiful everything perfect inside and out she didnt see how I could see it but I called her Beautiful as if it was her name I was happy than I had ever been with tons of butterflys and excitement like I never had. The Master then slides his mighty cock into the slave girls’ tiny, never used, virgin slit and breaks her hymen, symbolizing the change from slave-baby to slave-girl. After this, a Master will get his red-hot iron and twice brand his new calf as his property. He first brands his personal insignia in the space right between the slave’s cunt and her bellybutton, indicating to all other Men who she belongs to and that her vagina has been used. This is important because slave girls, being very. He pulls my head onto his chest, big &muscular, & i listen to his strong heart beating slow & steady. Idly, i wonder if this is the day that he feels like playing with me. asusual, i don't know what i want. Part of me doesn't want him to make mecum yet. i want to continue to percolate just below the boiling point; itmakes me feel so sexy & naughty. i'm convinced that withholding sexualpleasure from me makes me a more compliant & submissive sissy. But theother part of me knows that i won't be.