She was exhausted. Her Master had been sitting on her back for what seemed hours, and the raw wooden planks of the floor were imprinting all of their nodes and cracks into her hands and knees in a very painful way. A sharp splinter had immediately pricked her left palm, and whenever she managed to shift her weight a little she could distinctly feel it penetrating her flesh, slowly ripping the tissues. She was completely naked, of course, but the heat of Phuket and the torments she had to endure the night before were making her efforts of keeping a still posture more and more pathetic.
She couldn't understand a word of what her Master was saying to the old woman who, quite like him, was placidly reclined on a sofa made of the bodies of five slavegirls kneeling on their fours side by side. She had dared to lift her eyes from the floor for the briefest moment, hoping that nobody would have noticed that rebellious act, and she was amazed by the perfection of their tableau: ten beautifully enlarged and reddened holes, hairless and exposed for her Master to enjoy, the left leg of each slavegirl graciously crossed over the right one of the companion at her side to give a better view. They weren't even sweating like she was.
Suddenly her Master stood up, relieving her back immensely, but she knew she had to keep still. The woman rose as well, coming behind her. She felt the woman's hand thrusting into her cunt without exitation, scratching her internal walls, already oversensitized by the studded plug she was fucked with mere hours before. Her training payed off, though, and she remained silent even when the woman stuffed her other hand in the vagina, trying her stretching ability with stiff fingers. The slave let a little whine off only when she was unexpectedly fisted in the ass with the same uncerimoniousity, but she thought she had made a good work of relaxing to let the oriental woman slide into her almost to her elbow.
A long fingernail teased the deep blue welts from last night's flogging on her buttocks, then the woman popped off her rectum and turned round, presenting the shit-covered hands and forearm for her to lick them clean. While she complied, lapping slow and wide like a good bitch, the other hand clawed her right tit, squeezing it with a strenght she would have not imagined in such an old woman. Her red-streaked breast was pulled and twisted until she finally sobbed a bit, then the woman stood up and pushed her head down with one foot covered in a soft cloth shoe. She almost hit her chin on the ground, but in a moment she was kow-towing perfectly.
Her Master laughed at a woman's sentence, and after a little while she felt her collar's leash pulling her toward the human sofa, knees painfully scraping on the floor. Her face was shoved into the first girl's ass, and while she istinctively began to lick it she heard a light clapping of hands. Less than a minute after, when she had already had been pulled into the second slavegirl's asshole, she heard the lacquer doors behind her swing open, and a screaming girl introducted into the room. She was hysterical, and her unintelligible wording turned to English all of a sudden, probably when she realized that her Master was a Westerner. "Please, Mister... Help me... Don't hurt me anymore... Please..." her words got lost in a deep sobbing.
Horrified, she turned round to see her Master exiting the room, pulling a very young local beauty by her nipples, connected by a chain going through piercing rings. Two male servants bowed deeply before closing the doors behind him, and at the same time she felt the sting of a knotted bamboo cane across her back, while the old woman was yelling something incomprehensible at her. That was the first punishment she had to endure in the brothel where she lived, caged whenever she wasn't needed for somebody's pleasure, as an "exotic attraction" for the rest of her life.
She thought saw her former Master only one more time, among the clients of a stage show. The slavegirl who was kneeling before him, busy drinking every drop of his piss, was probably the same she had been bartered with years before. She was never sure: the load of the young elephant hit her in her face and open mouth right in that moment, and she was tied facing away from the crowd for the rest of the night.
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