Suddenly, one of the two male slaves bolted for the woods, headed our way.“Damn blackies is too stupid to learn that we’ll always catch ‘em,” ...one of the white men laughed. While another of the white men saddled his horse, the first man released a hound dog chained beneath one of the wagons where it had been sheltering from the rain. By now, we could see four white men, four Negro women, and six Negro men. All but the lone Negro who ran had their legs shackled to keep them from running.I. Gritting my teeth, I bore down, and with my body quivering, I eased it through my ring. Fuck, it felt huge inside me and I paused, hissing in pleasurable pain, my muscles straining against its girth.For many seconds, a white-hot sting burned in my ass, but as I relaxed, a warmth spread through me. I resumed breathing properly and my hissing became a satisfying whimper as my crinkled rose surrendered to the toy. Soon, I was trembling with excitement and I pushed it deeper.“Ahh, fuck,” I cried as. She was at an age where the bloom is starting to come off the petals and her facial wrinkles were starting to give her still attractive face lots of character that revealed her age to any male looking for feminine companionship. Such fellows were fussy about things like age or weight or any one of the many negative criteria the pussy hounds considered essential disqualifications for their prey.The only other passenger in her compartment was a man wearing the uniform of the German Special. Donna drifted off, thinking of dresses that were Daisy-Duke short.VidaShe hated the cast on her left arm.It was just one of a long list of hatreds.Vida hated Thad for throwing her over for a younger model. Even in the depths of her self-delusion, she realized that wasn’t accurate, but she didn’t care.She hated that she’d finally been beaten – and her arm broken – thereby losing her position as Chieftess of the Hold.Vida hated the talk she’d had with the Hold’s new Chief while her arm was being.