Master AK and Master MT made my first meals, far better than what I’d expected as a slave--ramen, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti. But they fed me when the noodles were still scalding hot, and I couldn’t spit. The goal was to disable my instinct and make it feel more natural for my masters’ commands to reign supreme. “You indian can do it, Cassie!” Master MT would hiss, huddled up by my side, clutching my trembling hand. That’s not my name, but they said their girls had to have a new one as a mark of their new life. “Swallow!” And they were so proud of me when I did--once I could do it without any signs of resistance, they rewarded me with a fresh tube of lip gloss. How sweet, I thought. I can’t tell you how many masters I had. Surely over a dozen, I think. The next day, a lot of them got the chance to have some alone time with me, just time to chat and laugh and cuddle. They all told me that they did this because they knew I deserved a happier, more meaningful life than the tiring cycle of academic responsibilities and career ambitions and the dreaded uncertainties of young adult life, and you know what? I was genuinely thankful for that, and I told them so! They said Master LC, the one in command who went out to work to support the whole slavehouse, knew my name and knew where my family lived, and if my folks ever tried to take me back to my dreadful old life, he would kill them horribly and bring me back where I belong. I didn’t mind because I didn’t even want to leave at this point. I thought things could only get better from there. But I had to reconsider that thought when Master JR administered the final step in my training. He strapped me down on a big plank of wood and told Master TE to get the marked bowl from the fridge. Uh oh. “Now, Cassie, sweetie, you’re going to get really scared. Don’t. You’re okay. These guys can’t hurt you; they just tickle you. Even if you get them in your mouth, it’s fine, not like they’re poisonous or anything. The only hurt they’ll give you is in your mind , and you can control what goes on in there.” He fetched the bowl and unpeeled the lid, revealing a disgusting mass of crawling insects. “I’m timing you. Go five minutes keeping that body still and keeping that pretty little face of yours calm, and I’ll let you go.” I admit, I still want to bleach that memory blank from my mind. So many rough legs all over, even in those cracks and crevices where you never want a bug to go. But to my surprise, I did succeed in the first five minutes. They’d done it. They’d broken my instinct to resist. “That’s my girl!” Master JR unstrapped me and gave me a kiss. “Let’s go wash.” We shared a lovely shower together, and then, he led me naked into a room of God knows how many girls. “No more sleeping in a cage--Cassie, meet your new girlfriends.” And from then on, we endured it all together. The rapes, the ropes, the whips, the shocks: every day, everything was taken obediently. We’d been made into the docile little dollies of these men, and after such praise from my masters and such warm bonding with the slave girls, I never wanted to leave. Until one day. It was early morning, and I was teen going pee with the door open, as the Hardcore bathroom policy dictated, when I heard a whisper. “Can I talk to you in private?” My eyes darted to see that Master DA had just crept in and crouched down by me. This was clearly something unusual. 'And her slit is perfectly lubed up so I can thrust ever so easily. I feel her shiver against me and squeeze my dick when my finger and thumb find her nipple. I’ve hosted hundreds of people on my tours over the last few years and I’m normally very good at reading people and good at tiptoeing around their psychological issues while never imposing on them. Jack would need to free scale the building to get down. She shrugged for a moment then smiled a bit, "I like the company, it can get lonely living there by myself." The dildo was nearly as long and wide as his arm. I wouldn't care about the rules. Her eyes rolled back.... “Jill, I thought you and David indian have been married for a while.” Dakota said I didn't want to answer the door in my teddy just in case I totally misread Paul and he would think I was some kind of freak. He squeezed down all the way and choked me, bunnyfucking me and bouncing my hips into the mattress frantically. "Oh, you better watch out. A smile appears on her face. “Show me how good of a wife you are and nicely suck my cock babe”, I said and pushed her head towards my cock. Guanting thrust her hips forward. I'm sure I was starting to relax some, because I felt myself unconsciously pushing back teen against his fingers. Sam is roughly my age looking a little older as he has facial hair, neat and cleanly cut. And then again, until she had her way. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it, I will take you out Friday. I thought I was living out a hell on earth during the first couple days of my new life. She was having a good cum. We made small talk for a while, and eventually I started running my fingers up and down Stan's thigh. James too felt flushed, and his cock was already painfully hard. So here is the deal: I will meet you. That was the only way to describe this woman. My daughter's pajamas, a flannel top and pants for bottoms, discarded when she came in, became a cutesy nightgown. Although out in he woods, the cabin itself was only 5 or so miles away from a large town There Hardcore were other such cabins in the surrounding area so they still had neighbors and all.