I did not like hearing him speak of her a property but figured I could always get out of this if she needed to. I just knelt there waiting for what was next. I watched him smile at me and survey me. "Now I am not sure you are familiar with the teachings of the positions. I am not a cruel master, but I will have your attention and punishment comes swift if you disobey." I nodded my head slightly, afraid.

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.

I laid on that table, bent over as he spread my legs and secured them to the posts. Fear creeping steadily inside my has made my stomach hurt, it is there he pries my hands loose and attached them together at the wrists and then secures them in front of me. I am scared and nervous. What is he going to do? How could I have gotten into this? The coldness of the metal table has made her nipples hard, and rubbing them on the table as he moved her around was making her excited.

Are you sitting comfortably? Good. You wont be soon. The night is dark, so very dark. And warm. You can taste thunder in the air, and lightning dances on the mountaintops. The storm is not so far away. If you could just make it back home before it starts, and if the car hadnt stalled down the road, you might be there by now.

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.

It was a Friday night and Jerry had his buddies over for poker as usual. I guess I am a bit resentful, because I want to go out and have fun. But he could be out drinking with his friends somewhere. So I dont complain much. Anyway, this Friday I was antsy. It had been a long week and I wanted to relax. I started drinking with the guys, but I had found this stuff called Pennsylvania Dutch eggnog pre-mixed in the bottle.

Her master, whom had been so kind to her, met her when she was only eighteen. She met him at a party, though he had been watching her for months. He was not a poor or homely man, but wealthy and incredibly good looking. Her mind, when she saw him went into overload and she about drooled over him the entire time. "Have you been drinking, Sarah?" His voice was that of a southern cowboys and she adored it being southern herself.

The morning smelled of the soft pine that stood at the edge of the yard. The slight scent of dew stood out among the pine. Mixed with the pine and dew also was the dominate smell of a woman, who stood at the steps of her home. Her build was one of a large, hefty woman. She had been called, by those not so tactful, a mountain of unmovable flesh. Her brow just slightly connected and her lips were thin against such a large face. She bore green eyes that shone, these were though very blank.

The woman in the red dress was hiding in the shadows on top of a building, and had been for most of the evening. She had received a directive, through her employer, from a man named Albert Wesker, who had used her for a few missions in the past. He had asked her to meet him here at precisely : AM. He was late...he was always late, but this was beginning to get ridiculous... Like that isnt bad enough! she thought.