Amanda winced with the sudden surprise. Did he really ahev to teach her this? She thought hard for a few moments, then said in a pale voice "Your slave Amanda did not keep still, although she had not been given permission to move. The slave begs forgiveness, Master."

Korah clamped her mouth shut and compressed her voice into a muffled, subhuman grunt as her nipples were torn. She tried to keep a low voice until she had some hope of not crying out if hse opened her mouth, then she separated her lips: "I...I deserve this...I am...just go on..."

Bent along the two wooden scaffoldings, muffled and bound, Abigail and Miriam looked each other into the eyes. Abigail had been through a good deal already and struggling, trying helplessly to pull at her bonds, she felt slightly fatalist but also turned on. We are sisters in slavery, she suddenly thought looking at her friend, or we will be. Nobody knew they were here, they could be used for whatever these men wanted or strung up in a tree or... Her cunt was suddenly going moist with the images...then she felt the smoke and crackling heat and wondered what would be happening next.