I did in fact finish painting the fence well before dark. "Well done," said the man standing behind me complimented. It was the same man who had tormented me earlier. In reverence I turned around and thanked him. "Good thing, boy. Hear the poor slave at the whipping post? That would've been you otherwise."

It seemed like there was always someone being whipped. I did feel satisfaction that it wasn't me.

"I am the overseer by the way. I can be your best friend in this compound, or your worst enemy. I was brought here as a slave five years ago. I used to be whipped regularly especially by the mother and daughter team. As you have already found out, they revel on dishing out sadistic pain. But they both like cocks, especially big white ones. So you might get along with them well...Maybe one day you'll be promoted to an overseer." Then he leered at me. "By the way my name is Sam, but you will call me Sir!"...I swallowed hard. "Yes sir."

"So it's my job to make sure all the slaves do their chores correctly and in a timely fashion. So I must be strict with you, or I'll wind up chained to the whipping post."

"Yes sir."

"Just to let you know, there will be another party this Saturday, I am sure you and your bitch-slave will be the star attractions." I gulped