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A Resentful Slave. I had met with all of Rachel's slaves and now I was to see them individually, without her. First, was Angela, She had been Rachel's slave as long as I had been alive! All the slaves were required to be open & honest with me, answering all my questions. But before meeting with Angela, Rachel told me she was resentful of me. I'm unsure why since dozens of slaves and trainees had gone through here. Perhaps she was envious & thought she was being replaced, I don't know. Angela was English and had always acted reserved, almost dignified, so I thought she was being English. Rachel gave me the heads up and wanted to see how I would handle the situation. Talk about pressure! Angela came in and sat beside me. Even at 50, she was what used to be described as a handsome woman; almost classy. She gave me an abridged edition of her life up to the point of becoming Rachel's slave. It was obvious that she had no sense of propriety; no sense of morality either. Angela had no shame or embarrassment for what she had done or what she had become. That didn't surprise me since she had abandoned her husband and to serve Rachel. She had no regrets and was proud of her servitude. A few minutes into our talk, Angela pulled down her top and put on a pair of the ubiquitous nipple clamps, and winced. It didn't matter what a slave was doing, at certain times the clamps went on. This was as close as I'd been to her and the nipples wore more enormous than I thought. I could hang clothes from them! Soon I began asking her intimate questions. How many people had fucked her? 4 men and 82 women, including slaves and trainees. Eventually, my<b> curiosity </font></b>about Angela was satisfied and it was time to address her ambivalence towards me. Since she understood and appreciated force so well, that was my approach. I reached over and removed the clamps one at a time, causing Angela to groan. I pinched and twisted them slightly, causing her to yelp. But I was just getting started. I pulled her to the floor and straddled her waist. I really started torturing her nips. I was biting and chewing them - hard. She was screaming much louder than the previous night. I stood up and pulled out my cock and told her to start sucking, which she did. I wasn't satisfied, so I started fucking her face. I forced as much as she could handle, gagging her. After a couple of minutes, I pulled her onto the couch, with her arms on the back of it. Angela shrieked when she understood I was going to fuck her ass. I didn't give her much lube and when the head of my cock popped in, she screamed. It only took a couple of minutes of rough sex before I was ready. I pulled her to the floor on her knees and she hungrily took it in her mouth, even if it was a bit soiled. Angela really wanted my cum now and she got it all. She collapsed on the floor and I told her to stay there for 30 minutes, then get cleaned up. She nodded and smiled. I knew there wouldn't be any problems with Angela. I left the room and Rachel was coming down the hallway, wearing a big grin. She kissed me and said I handled Angela beautifully. I don't know how she knew. Hidden cameras? Secret panels?  I have to admit, I was confused. Sexually, I had always been a pleaser, but not this time! I didn't lick or fuck Angela's pussy. What's more, I didn't care and had a great orgasm. This was starting a new chapter for me. /B] |
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