Her body shook with fear; not only of her upcoming mutilation, she knew most women in Somalia and other places in Africa had this done routinely, as a...coming of age ritual, but of what it meant. She would not leave this place alive. Her last gleam of hope would be gone. All the slave girls, in the compound, lived in the hope, not of being freed, that just did not happen, but of being sold to some other, perhaps less cruel, less sadistic master; anyone, they believed, would be better than. He had claimed that he was going off to pray for guidance, but looking at him now she feared the worst and she decided to tackle him head-on."Why are you in such a funny mood?" she asked. "Look at you, you can hardly stand still! What's going on?"Despite himself, the emotion David was bottling up erupted."I've done it! No one can call me a victim anymore; no one can say that I allowed myself to be the victim!" David! What have you done? Tell me!" I've taken care of Mr High and Mighty Ben once. I tried to fight him off, to pull his hands away but he is bigger and stronger so I could only gasp for breath while trying to wriggle away, laughing and begging him to stop. We wrestled around for a minute or so until he figured I had had enough then let me go. I was on my back panting for air and inwardly happy that I had finally gotten some attention. He stood beside me and offered me a hand which I took and pulled up with. As I rose from the floor with Nate helping me up my eyes. “That’s it girl, cum on my big cock. I’m about to fill you with my seed.”Clint pumped her hard for a few more minutes till he grunted filling her pussy with his cum. “Now that wasn’t so bad was it. You don’t have to say it, I know you loved it.”Donna got up without saying a word walking to the bathroom. She wiped the cum from her pussy still mad at herself for cumming.She walked back to the bed expecting to see Clint getting dressed. Instead he was still lying on her bed naked. “Are we done.