“Listen to me…” she paused, glancing down at her tablet, “…Sara. Who will give me $45,000?”
Smack! XXX “I guess we’ve probably been doing it for about five years now.”
“How long has it been for her?” asked the evaluator. Sold off to settle claims following the firm’s bankruptcy, she was acquired by Trexler as potential breeding stock. “Besides, I think these lithe girls look better with short hair.”
The other man nodded. Regaining her wits after another few minutes, Sara realized that her fate was written on her chest. The more valuable you are to the buyer, the less they will want to see you damaged. She felt absurd for having imagined basking in pleasure as the terror of realizing her place in the world turned her guts into ice. Does it hurt?”
A new voice answered: “This slave hasn’t had her cherry popped yet, but she heard that,
