She'd been taken from her homeworld by activists as evidence against the slave-traders occupying it. Her race had been in its "bronze age" when the tr...ders had come, and since then, they had been artificially bred for docility and submissiveness. Zak had picked her up shortly after his own liberation from Earth. The poor girl had been living on the streets, begging passers-by to be her master. She learned tasks quickly, and knew the difference between slave and free-being, but had trouble. “So do I ... and me,” answered the other kings and they lined up at a mud wall, hefting their cocks from their pants. No sooner had Charles’s urine flow started, with Bill following suit, Charles had to leap out of the way, dancing about in indignation. Mandela chuckled as he waited for his to start. “Good god man,” whined Charles to Bill. “Can’t you urinate straight? It’s all over my brogues.” “It’s his banana dick Charlie,” giggled Mandela, still waiting and waggling his prodigious black. "Now you little tease, it's time to see how you've developed while I've been in jail" he told her as he brought the knife up to her bikini bra and cut it from her body before simply cutting the button on her shorts and dragging them and her panties right off, leaving them where they finished on the floor at her feet. Then he ran the knife point over her trembling skin."Mmmmh, nice little titties you've grown. I wonder how responsive those nipples are" he coarsely exclaimed as he lowered his. Liz begins to say, "Wow, aren't we horny?"I answer with, "Yes mistress, I'm horny."Liz takes out a paddle next. I hold still as I feel her hold me down at my back. I feel her bring the paddle down on my bare ass. She switches on both ass cheeks paddling both sides of my ass, reddening it. Liz can see red paddle marks on my butt as it begins to sting.Crack, crack, crack.Liz starts to say, "Your butt is beginning to get red."I begin to moan some, "Uuuhhhh." Mmm, are you enjoying your paddling?.