Just when he looks as if he’s about to orgasm in her mouth, Lotho-etsarra withdraws and takes up a new position round behind her, between Cara’s bent knees. He buries himself into her pussy, making her groan, a sound so sexual that I think if she’s faking that she Groupsex must be quite an actress. The scene cuts, to show the couple still in the same position, but now Lotho-etsarra holds a device between Cara’s thighs. Its handle looks like a slave goad, but at the other end is a bulb which he has pressed shortfilm into her clitoris. I can hear a buzzing noise like an electric toothbrush. The purpose of her wand is to arouse, not to torture. I’m ashamed at the jealousy I feel. Caught by Lotho-etsarra – she has it easy. Cara’s face is red with sexual exertion, and she writhes, paradoxically both desperate for the touch of the thing and finding the stimulation of it unbearably intense. Her moans of pleasure are louder than his and she climaxes almost at the same time as he does. “From supermodel to cock whore, it doesn’t take long for any woman to reveal her indian true nature,” Wagner concludes, and the screen vanishes. As I stand naked on show to the camp in my frame, I can’t decide if Cara just got lucky, because she was at least permitted some sexual pleasure during her rape, or whether her downfall was worse. What could make for a more public humiliation than being broadcast enjoying your own degradation? At least my actions were quite clearly those of a woman under duress. The truth is that being shamed is nothing compared to being tortured. If acting like a slut would save me from more pain, I’d willingly play along. So as I wait helplessly in my ropes for the next man, I pray that whatever awaits me tonight will let me demean myself, rather than repeat the tortures of the afternoon. 22 - Seventh I’m not even given gangbang until dark to be by myself, unmolested. As soon as the footage of Cara has finished the tall man comes to watch me again, and this time he’s not alone. The new one he brings with him is almost his physical opposite – short and stooped with a hunched back, hindi heavy and obese in the body, and with unkempt brown hair and a jutting chin that wears several days’ growth of stubble. The tall man’s eyes are sharp with intelligence, but the hunchback has the vacant expression of a simpleton. The deformed fellow wears the same arm patch of Salarin’s faction, but he isn’t in the common uniform of a slave-handler – he has on a tech’s softcore overalls. Both of them are carrying something, something hidden from me behind their backs. Even when they get nearer I don’t get to see what it is, for the men stand several yards back from me, as though I’m a dangerous animal that need to be kept at bay. The familiar oppressive grip of terror returns with them. What cruelty is coming now? “You understand the rules?” the tall one says to his fellow in that sensuous whisper. “One point for her legs and belly. “Yes, Sheila?” Mother inquired as my fingertip finally completed this complicated feat of manual dexterity. As the bra fell away I left my hands on her shoulders and slowly stroked her arms. Melissa and I never got a chance to do it again after that day, at least not while I was still dating Jamie. Still not tight. I told her that she had to be sure that she was prepared to take this step and that one of the things to do was to be sure she shortfilm didn't get pregnant. “Not a sex slave, but...” But hey, every story deserves a happy ending - literally. 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