This warning came about two seconds before I was whipped around a corner, thrown untidily off into a wall, and heard a loud boom as something was slam...ed around. When I rolled over, I saw an unattractively patterned sofa, boots that connected to a man barricading a large silver and oak door, and dried blood as it flaked from my forehead. In the dim light it was difficult to see who I was with, but I could hear him grunting as he fought to keep the door shut against the onslaught coming from. When it became their turn, neither woman denied any of the stories. That was simply how slaves were treated. If they didn’t want to be slaves they should have fought harder or hid better so they weren’t captured. I’m not sure that either one really understood it but, by their own rules, they themselves were now nothing more than meat to be used by my men.I think we were down to sixteen prisoners by the time we got underway again, eleven healthy men, three wounded, and the two women. I wanted to. I can’t stop thinking about the nipple torture in Emory’s clip. I seem to want to focus on their nipples in my shots, I need to tone this down a little or Jeff will think I’m shooting a porn piece instead of a fashion piece. God they are hot, it’s just making my pussy wet. Am I panting? Get a grip Jane. I’m blaming Emory for this. I shouldn’t have worn this thong, I don’t even like them, but this is just rubbing me in just the right place.“Ok girls, I think that will do it, you’ve been. We should really check in on them." The sound of Madre snickering at Rhino's words left a bad taste in Bloodhound's mouth, a sentiment the others shared. "...Something weird about that?" Madre sighed, her focus turning to the near antagonized Bloodhound, "Oh, my dear... I mean nothing by it. They are your people, of course you would like to see them. However..." She paused a moment, "You did have a fourth. It is because of his... distaste for my abode that he is no longer here, and as he.