...... he is the one I have endured this all for. He is the one who held me together. There will be two men in my life now, there is no other way.The ...an and I talk of his other slaves. He explains the hierarchy, the bald heads and the brands. I admire his slaves, but think to myself that I would wish to be only the number one slave. Is this pride again? I think not, perhaps simply greed. I have discovered that there is in me a survival instinct, that would keep me working always at being his. She has never wanted me, only you have. She treats us like shit. She’s always gone and only wants sex when she wants it.” She looks up at the man that has raised her, practically all by himself, through tear-filled eyes... “Just the other night she complained that you don’t cum for her anymore. Then she bragged how she got hers. She doesn’t care about you, only herself.” Then she smiles halfheartedly, behind the veil of sadness. “You don’t cum for her because you cum for me. It’s because you. “Some sort of fusion generator,” he finally replied.“Anyone spot a doorbell?” I asked with a grin.This time we at least got an answer to my query, shouted over the barrier, though it was not much better than the previous one in a demand that we go away or face lethal force.“Not feeling the love here,” Clara chuckled.“Well, at least we know there are survivors,” I shrugged. “I’m pretty sure that Crnnch’s people will find them more reasonable ... well, I hope so, otherwise I suspect it will get. Part of the fucking is even true, but halfway through it becomes exagerated a bit. I wasnt there so I added a few touches. Most of this story actually happened to a friend of mine. The names have been changed obviously, but I thought it was so hot that I wrote it all down. I mean, this is the kind of thing that youd only see in pornos. If anyone has had a similar experience, feel free to message me and tell me about it. It had been a long couple months waiting tables in California heat for.