It came so unexpectedly. Abigail flinched and the sting of fear hit just before his knuckles hit her cheek and the side of her nose. She tried to bend off a little, but that wouldn't lessen the impact. She had never been hit to the face before and feeling the burning sting and munching into those drenched panties as he called her a cunt and a wortless slave, she broke down crying. Her bound wrists rolled high on her back as she bent her head and cried, swallowing some of her sodden tears and coughing. Little worthless slut, you dirty self-possessed cunt, she heard him rapping it out. She looked up again and met his angered eyes and it sank in: he had said he might sell her. The thought was surreal, but Jason had said just a few minutes before that one of her best friends could be sold as a sex slave and shipped in a cage to Russia if she didn't prove to be good.
The thought made Abigail feel frozen, and as she looked up fear and a sense of wishing to be a good girl kicked in. Her head bobbed as she shook with tears, anger at him first, but then a need to be pleasant and win his affection. Lumps of tears swelled her throat and made her shake her head. She barely noticed that Amanda was looking at her.
"Please...Ummmghhh...I shall be...good slut" she grunted into her cruel gag, the words only half intelligible.
"You think you can try to be a valuable slut?" Don said slowly and letting each word go in.
More tears flooding her throat and spilling into her bared cleavage. "If you are not, I may have to sell you." She shook as if he had whipped her in the face, and made a dog-like, long cry, her belly pounding and gleaming as she sobbed on her knees.
Amanda looked up at Michael, straining to control her voice. "You do, they're ...your thighs."
"That's right, slave Amanda. Even if you're hot, from now on you will learn how to remain close to me and please me - me and all the band."
He tugged at the crotch of her shorts, pushing his fingers gently against her mound under them. Amanda sighed almost inaudibly with a mixture of fear and turn-on.






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