This may be an experiment for you , I thought. But while it lasts, you are mine. One by one, the other cuffs were locked in place. “Are you ready?�... I asked. “Yes,” she whispered. I lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Remember, this is for you. We stop at the drop of a hat, as soon as you say so.” She giggled nervously. “I want this. I'll stop if we have to, but. . . I want this.” “Very well,” I said. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her ear. “Then I am going to hurt you, my slut.” She. .. uhh, whatever it was, it was black and hard. I vaguely recalled being the one who caused it, though I couldn't recall how or what it was exactly. I touched the lump, it was crumbly and coarse, again I wondered what it was.Then I moved to the doorway, onward to the living room. I noticed the smashed souvenir closet, its contents missing. At first I thought I was robbed, but then I recalled a particularly embarrassing encounter with Shaina, my supposed-to-be mentor. That memory of losing. I pulled away from her and asked her if she was Ok, she replied she was, so I kissed her again and we carried on. After about three minutes I started to kiss her neck, she put her head back and I kissed her throat, I put my hand on her breast and she moaned, and this was the prudish girl I used to know, but I also knew she probably hadn't had any form of sex for 5 years.I pushed the cardigan off her shoulders, and continued to feel her breasts, then I whispered in her ear to put her arms in the. Especially you,’ she said to Mimosa, for whom she had no name. ‘You might believe that the demise of my tribe will automatically bring a brighter more prosperous future, but reflect on this. You are my slaves and I am the wife of the chief of the village. How can you be sure that when bloodlust overcomes the rebels that they will necessarily spare the property of the noblest woman of the village? You may very well be slaughtered along with the rest of us.’ ‘I think not, my lady,’ said Mimosa.