She's a devil, Charon is. First she tells me in detail about her ordeal as a slave auctioned to some college students, and then she tells me not to think about it. Yeah, sure...
Images of myself chained to a cold stone wall in a dungeon haunt me. I'm naked, there are dozens of men and women touching me, probing me, sticking their fingers inside me, squeezing my tits, slapping my butt. Just to estimate how much i'm worth. They comment on me too, 'looks like a good fuck, this one', 'I bet she's great to fuck in the ass', such kind of things. Just as Charon said: I'm an object, a merchandise. Nobody gives a damn about me, i'm only a body, a fucktoy. And once again my pussy betrays me, i can feel it getting wet, the blood pooling between my legs. And why does Charon keep talking about releasing me? Does she really question my determination to be her slave, to remain her slave?

But first i need to fuck those 20 guys. Or rather, the 17 left. But time is running through my fingers like sand. Maybe i should indeed make arrangements for a „gangbang“. The thought makes me shudder. Furthermore i don't have an idea how i should go about that. Well, today i'm with my Mistress, i can think about such things another time.
I go at her apartment with fervour and clean everything i just can think of cleaning. I don't realize how fast time passes, only when i almost pass out from hunger do i look at the clock to see that it's already 5 pm. Five? Shouldn't Charon be back already? I look into the fridge but don't find anything besides orange juice and loads of wine. In a cupboard i find some crackers and eat them standing in the kitchen. Then i get back to cleaning again. A good hour later i'm getting aware that i just try to postbone the moment when i'm done cleaning. There isn't anything left to clean. Everything is shiny, clean as can be.
I go take the key to the cuff out of the freezer and put the iceblock under the hot water. With the cuff unlocked i strip. In my stockings and nothing else i think again. I don't want to go. I want to be here, with Mistress. But where is she? It's seven. I call her cellphone but it's switched off.
I put on my dress and head out, sad and disappointed. I was hoping to spend some time with her. Oh well, i can just as well go and try to get another guy in my bed. This time i'm smarter and hit on three guys together. I down a couple of drinks with them and then we all head to my place to get the cam and on to the place of one of the guys. There they all look into the camera and state that they're going to fuck me. And then they do exactly that, the whole night.