This one has lived with it all her life. Born of two slaves, she was taken as property from birth. Her mother tried to hide her from her master, a cruel and heartless man, by saying the child was born dead. The master, whom had servants to tell him the truth, murdered the father, in hopes to find out where the child was. Her mother, saddened, heartbroken, spoke up as the whip slashed against her bare back. The child was in the woods, a tamed wolf protects her.

The words "Free Slave" rang in her head as she heard the many footsteps come down the hall as her master left the room. Still tied to the bed, she moaned in agony. How could he do this to her? She had dealt this punishment to others without flinching, she herself would have to learn to deal with it herself. She closed her eyes only for a moment before she heard one of the higher slaves speak. "I shall take her first." He was almost six feet tall, well muscled. He worked in the fields since he had been there many years before.

She was finally bathed and dried, the slave helping her out, or rather sitting there while she bathed, outraged, scoffed when she asked for her clothes. "What do you mean clothes? Didnt you hear the Master, you are to be his personal pleasure slave." With that he grinned, a sadistic grin. She shook her head, feeling exposed in front of this man, though she had no idea why. He had his way with her last night, he knew every inch of her body. He made sure to ravish her before handing her over to someone else. She lowered her head in shame and followed him out the door.

Sitting there with her master groping her, he inserted a finger inside of her already wet pussy. Her gentleman caller was the one whom had excited her, although the master thought it to be him. Feeling her wetness, he was excited and disgusted all at the same time. How could she be so hot for him? He raised her as a daughter! Putting that thought out of his mind, he inserted another and began pistoning them in and out of her pussy.