The next morning came more quickly then Sheila had wanted but it had to be done and the sooner she got through this ordeal the better. There was a set...ritual for the branding of a slave, which had not been done a lot over the years as most slaves returned to their normal lives. All the slaves were brought into the house. There they prepared themselves for the event, as they would also participate. It would be Sheila’s last day among the women she had grown to love. She would never see them. She was nakedunderneath, having been ?prepared? for interrogation earlier. With her armsexposed by the short sleeves, her bound hands were obvious. They were cuffedbehind her back with tight steel manacles. In addition a canvas bag had beenloosely thrown over her head. ?Quiet!? the goon demanded in a gravelly voice, ?or I?llgive you more of the same.?The woman walked on, prodded by the goon?s hand in thesmall of her back. One of her slippers fell off. ?Leave it!? he said. Shecouldn?t see where. He pushed my head down into the pillows and pulled my hips back to him. I could feel him, teasing his cock against the outside of my folds, then he pushed it through to slid it against my clit ever so slowly. I shuddered, longing for his penetration. He pulled away for what seemed like too long, then with a burst, I felt him ram his cock through my dripping slit into my cunt so easily. I screamed with pleasure at his thickness invaded me and felt every inch slide in. His hands, now at my hips,. She went first up the stairs, I was following closely, my face was prettymuch even with her bum, which seemed to be wiggling a bit more thannormal as she climbed the stairs. "Your turn to watch my ass," she calledover her shoulder. So I did. Well she said it was my turn.She stopped close to the top and peeked over her shoulder. "Like it?" What your ass?" I answered."Well you seemed to be staring at it," she shot back.I wasn't going to lie to her, we had a pretty open relationship. "It is awork.