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Click hereI never heard the shot.
There was one thing Domina never lied about. It was the hell that bad male slaves went to. My shoulder was almost always sore, as the bullet damaged bone. The fragments remained, but the bullet was removed.
I work in the quarry for 8 hours a day, and then service the other workers for 8 hours. I am not allowed to wash till after I have taken the 12 loads required. My mattress in mostly dried cum on a cushion.
The great thing? I forgot about church. Cum is my religion now.
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Anonymousalmost 4 years agoThank you. This twisted, weird, wild ride made for serious good reading. It takes some significant fantasy juice to write something like this. It has stuck with me for days. I don’t even have slave fantasies, but I respect fucked up kink and this nails it. Great stuff.
Sungmehetualmost 4 years agoAuthorThank you for your pointed critique. Remember that this is fiction, and the more angry you are, tells me I did the job correctly.I wanted you to be angry and disgusted. So i did my job. Next time you comment, how about doing it with a name? Sungmehetu.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoYou're a sad fuck aren't you. Your brain is a mess, god help any partner you might ever have.
