New meat was often brought in, tied up, removed of their names, given a number, and called by that number until they earned the right to have their name back. While they were consensual, some of the brattier of the whores needed weeks upon weeks of constant bondage, fucking and abuse until they were perfectly well-behaved and obedient. Processing a new slave took a lot of effort and time. It was fairly secluded from the rest of them, where many of the more mature slaves were kept, but this one was kept here for the explicit reason of being for newer ones that still needed training.
It didn't take much longer to reach a barn at the back of one of the fields. "Well." The wolgon shook her head and gave a soft giggle. "As in, only just recently broken in? Maybe a little naughty and rough around the edges of being a proper trained slut?" "Fresh meat?" a glint in her eyes a small smirk followed. I train them well, everyone knows that, but I'm offering you something fresh." Stal argued, his horse cock patting his thighs as he strided he never had a need for clothes on his own land. "You're always goin' for the same gals and boys. Stal made an effort to take care of all of them, as long as they understood their place. It was oven-hot in the fields today, as was the usual for the summer but it was only brightened by the view of several butt-naked slaves tending to the crops.
Stal took a second to give her a sideways, frustrated glance and shake his head, his hooves clopping along the dirt path toward the barn.
I might just order out the usual, she never disappoints. "The best I'll ever have?" Febii stroked her chin, a look of clear doubt on her face.
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