I wasn't born as a slave. I became one not long ago, when I was caught stealing bread, then arrested as a illegal refugee, immediately and trialed. My...liberty has been suspended for 200 years, so i will die that way.I was sent to the local training center, where I was selected as sex slave, I was glad, I wouldn't go die into a coal mine. I thought it was the best kind of slavery for me. I went through the protocol, cuffed, shackles on my ankles, chained on my tip toes to the roof, with other. “So why did you jump off my lap? Didn’t you like the feeling?’“It was okay, I was surprised that’s all. Anyway, what did you expect me to do?”“I don’t know. What would you like to have done?”She would have liked to stay on his lap a little longer to satisfy her curiosity about what had happened but she was too embarrassed to admit that to her uncle. “I don’t know,” she said, “why should I want to do anything?”“You might have wanted to touch it,” replied her uncle trying to calm the tremor in. We'll let you keep themon for a day or two so you can get used to them. OK, back to work."With that she helped me climb back up onto the platform. She workedfor another hour and then said it was time to quit for the night."You'll need to stand still the next time we do this. Since this isyour first night, I didn't want to be too harsh on you, but from nowon, if you can't be still, I'll have to take some steps to insurethat you do not move unless I ask you to move." She helped me downoff the. I drank steadily until, with middle-aged circumspection, I left the party to its inevitably chaotic climax. Ulla returned to the dorm not long after me, with the boys crashing in just after daybreak. After packing their stuff and with zero sleep the energetic bastards breakfasted with Ulla and myself, both of us old people bleary-eyed and a little worse for wear. The boys left and, dressed in shorts and tee-shirt, after needles of cold water woke me properly, I was disappointed when I ventured.