I had no choice. There was nowhere to run, nobody to feed me. I was alone, the only slave alive in the Centaur camp, the plaything of their warrior-le...der. I was assured that they had others at time, but the war and their movements had caused them to lose most of their slaves. I asked if those slaves had died on the trip. "No," Styur replied, smiling. "They were eaten."The days and nights passed as winter came closer and closer. I was taught to make the fire, to raise the heat, to cook for. Then she said to me, ‘Have fun!’ I still don’t know what that means. Anyway these girls are all a bunch of sluts and I told them all so, and can’t wait till next year when I can move off campus. August 29- I’m really enjoying the beer for some reason. It’s weird but every time I have a drink of alcohol I start to think about sex and get horny. Anyway, I gave my first blowjob today. Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Maybe because it was Steve I blew. I don’t’ think I was very good at. But it molds her intimate flesh so perfectly that it looks as though she's naked with breasts that have been painted white.Diane obviously put a lot of thought into what she's wearing under her clothing before coming here today. She chose very well. She may be a virgin but she sure as hell knows how to look fuckable.There was a flurry of pictures before Allan moved in behind Diane and whispered something in her ear.I don't know what he said. But we all heard her response. Her eyes rolled back. Her other hand was clamped around her privates. She was rubbing herself and moaning while she also watched herself in the mirror. She had was fixated on herself and didn’t see me peeking though the cracked open door. She pumped up and down with her body and then all of a sudden her head shot back and she let out a muffled wail and breathed hard. Her face was a pain-like grimace and when she did open her mouth her body convulsed and she opened her eyes a bit. She dropped her head forward, now.