COMPOUND 1
"My public figure is ASHLEY ! ASHLEY ! ASHLEY ! ASHLEY ! !"
"No, its 24, please, please be pipe down or we'll both be in trouble."
Ashley was the new slave at the compound and was proving to be the gravid painful sensation in the ass to train. She was resentful and thus very unmanageable. She was molded best by pain, and bondage, but resisted all sexual contact.

St. John the Apostle hadn't personally trained a hard worker in many twelvemonth, but he saw this girlfriend # 38 as his new project. He would break up her, coach her, and then betray her over and over, letting grubby old men devastate her organic structure. Yes, he would have her. privy entered # 30-40's electric cell way."38, come forward."When she didn't move he grabbed nipple rings and a craw from the cell-side board."The twat who brings her to me will be releaved of their naming tomorrow from 6am-noon. Before he could look to five he had the noncompliant bitch's pap tightly pinched between his mammilla clamps. She moaned in pain in the ass as he tightened them painfully tight."come."He said as he tugged her nipple mountain range roughly.

She followed to the breeding room. Several former slaves were there receiving their discipline, or training. whoremonger took her to the back, and tied her hands tightly behind her back and ran a slim down Chain between her arms, under her armpits he lifted her consistency with a pully system of rules up off the primer coat until her knees were lvl with his thorax. He placed a three foot divider bar between her articulatio genus and tied it into place. She cried as he spread her legs uncomfortably wide. He then lifted her another four base into the air, placing his favorite training tool. The Judas cradle. He lowered her slowly, waiting until her pussy rested slightly on the very starp breaker point. He moved to her and spread her rim, lowering her further onto it. She cried when he lowered half her weight onto the widget. He tied the rophy off, letting I really.. sink.. in. he walked around her.
"mmmm, 38, what is your significance in lifespan ?"“ ass you !"she pitter-patter at him. Saint John the Apostle lowered her completely onto the cradle, watching the rake period from her spreading pussy."roll in the hay, yes."John beat her clamped nipples with the crop repeatedly. His putz twitched each fourth dimension her howler pierced the room.

"I'll leave you hear to remember on this, my honey. When I return, you'd best be ready to make your dungeon. My patients is nie, slut. Either you make me money, or I'll leave you here on this cradle until it works its way into your throat, understood ?"She sobbed louder and Saint John smiled. He left her sitting there, slowly impaling herself. Saint John the Apostle walked quickly, not wanting to destroy her pussy long term as that would lower her toll. John went and filled a prominent enema bag with 5 dry quart of scalding hot water supply, he then grabbed 2 full moon glasses. One filled with cum, from who knows how many different doners, and the other filled with breast Milk. He also requested that four of his men come with him.

can returned to 38 and removed her from the birthplace. She was so thankful she begged to suck Johns turncock. He allowed her to thank him orally for a few minute before pushing her onto her stifle and elbos. He shoved the electron tube into her ass and allowed all 5 quart empty into her. She screamed and screamed but never did ask him to remove it."that's it my prize, mmmmmmm."He plugged her ass with a fireplug, to go forward her training. He then ordered her to sit on one of his proletarian hard cocks. She did so obediently, lubed by the blood in her pussy. She rode him, facing away from him, in reverse cowgirl side. He then told her to maintain still while he thrusted up into her pussy.

While he was fucking her John instructed her to sip first the breast milk, and then the semen. She gagged at both. He simply asked."which would you rather be surrounded by for the rest of your life."She stared at him comfused. Just then the man underneath her blew his load into her. Like clockwork he was replaced by another worker, with a prominent cock and pulled 38 down onto his hard cock"AHHHHH !"she screamed as he fucked into her with passion. Master ordered another stopcock enter her from top. She soon was being doubled penetrated before she could even refuse.

"slut, if you don't choose, I will choose for you. 3-2-"“ milk !"she screamed.
"Perfect, I need more cows."Gospel According to John said as he left her with the men stuffing her pussy.
"You must be new… here, let me avail you. It doesn't hurt so bad after a few sidereal day, its not so bad…I'm # 1."“ Thanks…I'm number….number 40."“ I know its hard to take away in right now, but this is aliveness, its skilful to just go with it.."“ Is it reliable that he.. maestro, started this hale thing.. with his daughter ?"she sighed, remembering her life before this.. '' yes."her voiced quivered as she thought of the day her dad changed her life.

Its unfeigned, john did necessitate to a greater extent cows, he was down to only five, out of fourty slave, and that wasn't nearly enough. Many years ago John the Divine had sorted his sluts into 4 class : devotee ( slave meant to pleasure the passe-partout and only their master.. Much like a pimps number one girl. ) hiker ( the slattern that they would rive out for guest who would stupefy, rape or impregnate the hard worker ) Bos taurus ( the slaves who would be constantly pregnant, in order to sustain their milk-filled boob and would only receive sex when they would need to consider. And finally the excess ( mostly infants that would be sold off to home wishing to raise the shaver as their own, or people who couldn't have babies.. but mostly to customer who wanted to get up them into their own sex hard worker. )

King John walked through his compound, surveying. He over saw the milking of the cows, hardening while # 20 cried while the ticker sucked all the milk from her tits and the same time. Ah, act 20. She'd given one of johns customer trouble while he beat her, claiming she was pregnant as a rationality not to beat her senseless. Pish-tosh. Once the customer left her, unsatisfied we beat her into miscarriage, and didn't allower her to be milked for a week causing her much discomfort. Her large DD teat were used to being pumped up to ten prison term a day, for years.. suddenly they weren't allowed to be touched, or released for a week, filling to well over an F cup with the milk of life. Each breathing place she took was torment, rasing and lowering her too-full tits. Once her tit began to seep the milk on the seventh day, we started her milking once more.
John then walked through the clientel cells. Watching his best slaves beated bloody, allowing the clients to harden, and then fuck them. And to other cells seeing clients snog, and eat out the hard worker lovingly. John then went to his room, met by his devotee, number 4. She dropped to her knee, ready to pleasure him .