Stop crying and get in position, slave cunt. I want to fuck you right now! Or do you need some more flogging.
Arriving at the Slavefarms, and settled into the holding cells for First-Night Incarceration, the captive blondes find themselves strictly, uncomfortably restrained for the long hours — tied, chained, caged, gagged, blindfolded, hooded — shivering in the cool subterranean air and the dread of their unknown fates. Accompanied by the soft sounds of their muffled, common weeping.
The slavers haven’t offered a word of explanation or a clue to what will come. The captives will spend a helpless, terror-filled night in that uncertainty. …
…All part of the Breaking-Down.