You will always be at the bottom of the heap. Many blows and much hard and degrading labour lie ahead of you. But you will come to love your life here..., all the same."Francine was not put out by this. Degradation was what she had been fantasizing about since she had read that book. And she longed to be put to work and tested. What she hated was been secured like this, starved and deprived of fluid day after day in the searing heat.The four new and freshly groomed Slaves had been put on a display. She started to fantasize about Beth and him touching her, telling her to do things… kissing her. Not even consciously aware, her body started masturbating again, driving her again to an even greater orgasm. She woke up some time later, she must have passed out after her last orgasm. How many had it been? She felt drained, limp. She could smell herself all through the room and her mother’s skirt that she had been wearing was soaked with her juices. What was happening to her? It was not a. As I looked nervously around a little, making sure I was alone, my ears pricked for any sounds of human activity, I placed my bag and the papers on top of it, encouraged and emboldened by the quietness and the sounds of birds chirping high on the branches, I lifted my thin cotton dress and slipped off my panties, and put them into the bag, and started walking down the driveway, it was Friday, thus tip day, and seeing my legs through my thin cotton dress, just as I did for sweets, worked wonders. As they climbed the stairs Mary asked,"What about Carl?" Daddy answered, "Mama will take care of the boy."Mama took me by the hand and told me, "Mary is going to get a lifechanging treat tonight. You should be happy for her." She led meupstairs and into her bedroom. There was new bedroom furniture in theirroom. A king-sized bed and a new dresser, bedside tables and a chesthad replaced the used stuff I had bought for this room. I asked Mama,"What happened to the stuff that was here?" She.