Dream Island Resort

Part 6. Daily life.

The Director closed the door to his private office and sat down at the desk. In front of him were two neat piles of reservations and bills, and that week's accounts. He looked them through, nodding appreciatively. The slump of the last two weeks had passed, the hotel was almost fully booked, thirty-two of the rooms already occupied. Forty guests all in all, most of them regulars. A busy week, but without any prospective trouble. Regulars were a blessing. Quite a heavy load for the slaves, but considering the time they recently had been able to spare for trimming the grounds, only a few were needed for that just now. He put the papers aside and opened the binder delivered by the supply boat that morning. The new shipment. He turned the pages slowly, stopping occasionally to study a close-up of a pair of firm breasts, slender legs or a strong back. The twenty unconscious, naked girls and boys were quite young. They came from the poorer districts of town and were more or less uneducated. Street kids, who were used to rough living and low paid, menial jobs. Not prime slaves, but acceptable, and many clients liked a kid from the slums once in a while. The college girls and boys, and the older slaves were most in demand, polite and well behaved as they were, but these had more stamina, and even those clients, who did feel a pang of guilt when exploiting people of their own class, had no inhibitions when it came to torturing one of these. Besides, they were very good workers, once broken in, and the cost of collecting them was considerably lower. It was easier to pick up a homeless youngster than to abduct a middle class girl. One shipment a year consisted of such slaves. He closed the binder and read the latest e-mails from his computer screen. Harvesting and transport were running smoothly. The shipment was ready and the new slaves had given rather less trouble than usual with their kind. Especially some of the bigger boys could be quite stubborn and had to be given several blasts before resigning to their fate. The boat would leave the day after tomorrow and, all being well, arrive two days later.

He turned to the other screen beside his desk and pressed a number on the remote control. It lit up to show the hotel reception where Rosie was working with the booking computer, apparently taking orders from a male client, who had a naked slave kneeling at his feet, hands cuffed behind her back and ankles hobbled by a short chain. He frowned when the brown girl shook her head, but she sent him a disarming smile and opened the slave catalogue, turned the pages and pointed, and the Director switched on the sound. "Yes, Sir, I'm quite sure that you'll be satisfied with Charlie. He's very tall, actually taller than the slave you wanted, and in excellent shape". "Yeah, but can he take a tight tie?" "Charlie's a swimmer, Sir, with a strong, but very flexible body. What exactly do you have in mind, Sir?" "Well, I like trying new positions and this time I want to hang a male on the trapeze, with the bar under his armpits, bend his legs up his back as far as they'll go and tie his arms to them, preferably wrists at knees". "Yes, Sir. I don't think I've seen a tie like that before. Very innovative, if I may say so, Sir". "I like experimenting. With the boy tied in an arch like that, I think I can hang my girl upside down in the shackles beside him, get his dick down her cunt and then use him like a dildo. You know, haul him up and down, fucking her. If I do it slowly, it ought to give a great show". "Yes, Sir. It seems an excellent idea, if I may say so, Sir, and I'm sure that Charlie can perform satisfactorily. Please observe that he has a very long penis, almost 11'' when erect, and quite slender. Very convenient for what you have in mind, I should think, Sir". "OK, I'll give him a try". "Thank you, Sir, and it was for three hours? Charlie's booked after lunch". "Sure. I'm grabbing a late breakfast, forgot all about it when this babe turned up. Great cocksucker and she persuaded me to fuck her tits. Delicious, I tell you!" "Thank you, Sir. May I make a note that you recommend this special skill of hers, Sir?" "Sure, and now we're at it, can you find me another girl with big boobs for tomorrow?" "Certainly, Sir". She consulted the screen. "Have you tried Ann, Sir? She's a bit older than your present slave, but highly recommended by other clients for titfucking". She showed him the catalogue again. "I haven't, I like them in their early twenties, but why not?" "Yes, Sir. Tomorrow morning, Sir?" "Yes, she'd better bring my breakfast". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, and your evening slave, Sir? Or would you rather book her later?" "No, let's do it now". "Yes, Sir. Big breasted, about twenty-two?" "Not too big and a bit younger". "Yes, Sir. In that case I'll suggest Christine, seventeen, smallish, but firm and well-shaped breasts". The client looked at the pictures. "Yeah, seems OK. What I like before turning in is licking a hot body. I'll have dinner by myself, so send her up, let's say around eleven, warm and sweaty. Could you have her tied on my bed, stretched, but not spread-eagle, and so I can turn her around?" "Certainly, Sir. I'll arrange for Chris to have a hard workout at half past ten and if you send a slave to tell us when you're almost ready to retire, she'll be waiting for you when you come up". "Great! Damned good service you get at this place". "Thank you very much, Sir". Rosie sent him a beaming smile. "You're very kind, Sir". The client nodded amiably and left for the restaurant, while Dora struggled to her feet, smiled to the receptionists and shuffled after him.

The Director leaned back in his chair with a smile of satisfaction. 'Very good, Miss Griffin, excellent! Trustworthy, aren't you?' He made a note to have a look at the videotape from the client's suite later and pressed the remote again. The guards did the actual surveillance, but he enjoyed watching the activities if he had the time for it. The first few suites were empty of their occupants, but in the fourth a muscular male slave of about twenty was tied up on the bed, with his wrists lashed to the middle of a stick behind his knees. Twine was tied around each of his balls, separating them, and run to his ankle restraints. The end of a butt-plug protruded from his arsehole and his client, an overweight man in his fifties, was beating him with a cane, alternating between his buttocks and the soles of his feet, to make him squirm and jerk his legs. In the next suite the client was relaxing in the sitting room, watching TV, with his slave sprawled naked on the floor, masturbating with a large dildo. The Director recognised her as one of those who were going home within a few days, a high school teacher who'd been a very good catch, sold off right from the start of her term and now with her fourth owner. He made a note about acquiring more of her kind. Some clients liked a mature and well-educated woman as their permanent slave, a sort of second wife, always polite and compliant, unlike the troublesome bitches they had at home. Generally they treated them well and rented an extra slave when in need of rougher handling of a girl. A very profitable arrangement. He flipped through the next suites, where a girl was sucking her client, trapped in the stocks, while he flogged her back, another was riding the sawhorse with weighted clamps on nipples and pussy-lips, and a third was being fucked chained spread-eagle against the wall. He frowned when he looked into the next bedroom, where a teenage girl was in an unusual hogtie. Her crossed wrists were tied behind her back and the rope looped around her neck prior to lashing her raised feet together. It looked potentially dangerous, but the youngish man, who'd booked her, was tickling her mercilessly, both of them laughing while she squirmed in her bonds. 'Having fun', the Director smiled and turned to the next room.

It was one of the two bedroom suites, where a slaveboy was chained spread-eagle on the bed with the lady client riding him, facing his feet. A slavegirl was on her knees behind her, astride her fellow and rimming the woman's arse, while the male client fucked her cunt and the slaveboy sucked his balls. 'Hmm, boring group sex'. The next room presented an example of a very simple tie. A young slaveboy was supporting himself on fingers and toes, his body forced into a painful back bend by the thin rope which tied his cockhead to one of the rings in the ceiling above the bed. A lady client was amusing herself by dripping candle wax on his exposed body. 'Good boy, remembered to use the rubber sheet'. In another bedroom the scene was reversed. A girl was on her stomach on the bed, her wrists chained to the bedposts and her long black hair braided and tied to her crossed ankles, forcing her body in a painful arch. Her client knelt between her widespread arms and had his cock buried in her face, while working the soles of her feet over with a cane. The next series of rooms showed a variety of slaves tied in different positions, most of them being fucked in one of their holes or sucking a client. 'Very healthy morning exercises', the Director chuckled to himself, 'Sharpens the appetite for lunch'. As he had expected from regular clients, they knew what they were doing. The slaves were in pain, of course, but not excessively so, and some of them apparently joking and laughing with their well known clients, while they were being tied up or, like the Chinese girl he watched for a couple of minutes, instructing their clients in the art.

He paused for a moment at a room where the young slave couple, sister and brother, as so often before were serving together. They were part of the previous shipment of street kids and it was actually an accident when they were harvested together. The girl had been targeted, but her brother turned up unexpectedly when the abductors were bringing her out from the seedy room they rented in a dilapidated boarding house and had to be silenced. When they saw his fine body, they decided to take him as well. He could always be disposed of if their customer didn't want him. The Director had been consulted and mailed photos of the couple, and upon learning that they'd given very little trouble decided to abandon his own rules in this case and for once take in a closely related couple. Married or engaged slaves were one thing, they cared for each other and co-operated to get through their slavery as easily as possible, supporting each other in their hopes for a future, but he had considered enslaving relatives too risky. Their feelings for each other were of a different kind and especially a brother might react very forcefully, if he saw his sister molested, and have to be punished, perhaps repeatedly, even disposed of, and that would disturb the peace of the slave camp. This first couple, however, turned out to be an asset. They'd accepted their fate, served well, both of them had in fact found partners among their fellow slaves, and first of all, they were very popular among the clients, who found it exciting to abuse and humiliate a sister and a brother together and especially forcing them to fuck each other. He'd decided to have another two sets of siblings included in the new shipment.

The present couple was just now hanging from the ceiling in a male client's suite, facing each other, the boy by his ankles and the girl in the trapeze. They had their hands free to swing a short whip, the brother against his sister's clamped tits and she against his tightly tied cock and balls, while the hugely grinning client raised and lowered them alternatively. The Director nodded appreciatively and continued his inspection of suites. Fred's and Pat's owner was on one of her short stays and had him in the customary spread-eagle tie on her bed, riding him leisurely, both of them apparently enjoying it. 'A bit of a nuisance that she should turn op just now'. He had to beg the computer specialist off for part of the day to ensure that no breakdowns occurred at this crucial time and 'Miss Jones' refused until offered free use of two young black slaves. She'd agreed, but demanded that the boys served her for the whole of her week's stay and were issued temporary golden collars. A stiff price, they were very much in demand, but he had to give in. And she didn't even use them, just allowed them hanging around her suite when she wasn't present and otherwise sent them to the slave camp to enjoy themselves. In the penthouse suite two slaves were sleeping in the extra bedroom, while the client lounged beside her pool, talking quietly with Don. 'Silly woman, but her leniency was good for business, saving allowing extra free time for very exhausted slaves'. He looked briefly into his own slavegirls' suite and found them sunning themselves beside the pool. He felt a pang of regret to see Joy's lithe body. 'He would miss her sorely, but his new toy had turned out even better than he'd hoped for, his little kitten, or perhaps, tiger cub'. Smiling to himself he clicked to look into the dungeon.

As expected, only a few clients used it before lunch. Today there were just the guard on duty and three slavegirls, hanging from their wrists with weighted clamps on nipples and labia lips, apparently parked to await their clients' pleasure. A slaveboy was chained to the wheel and a motherly looking woman was whipping his front while he turned slowly. Another boy was locked in the foot stocks while his male client was flogging the soles of his feet. 'Always popular these stocks, perhaps we could modify those in the suites to suit that purpose'. The Director flipped quickly through a number of surveillance cameras throughout the hotel and in the grounds, but found nothing of interest and decided to take a longer lunch break than usual, enjoying the company of his pleasure slaves.

"Terribly busy day!" Rosie flipped through the list of available slaves. "Guess I'll have to throw in myself. 45 wants two extra girls and a boy for a quickie". "What is it? I can go", the other receptionist offered. "Long toes, so you won't do, but thanks". Rosie looked at her dainty feet. "Guess not. OK, I'll hold the fort". The brown girl nodded and picked up the phone. "Hi, Liz, can you spare an hour? Old, foot man. Yeah. He's got Janet and I'll go with you, and one of the boys. Thanks. Ten minutes?" She looked up. "Hey, Ben, you're free, aren't you?" The tanned boy stopped on his way from the service lift. "Got a client on the court in two hours". "Care for a quickie?" "Not really". He checked himself. "OK, Rosie, what's up?" "Janet and me, and Liz". "Not all three of you! I've got to be able to play at least one match", he wailed. "Who said you'd be fucking us?" "OK, OK", he sighed, rolling his eyes. She followed him down to the locker room, where his girlfriend was lubing her vagina. "Hi, love". They exchanged a kiss and he took the tube to smear a generous amount into her back passage, then turned to Rosie. "If anyone three months ago had told me I'd be doing this, I would've knocked him down". "And if you'd done it, I would've knocked you down, mate!" Charlie entered. "Shit, Rosie! Don't boast about my skills another time, please!" She straightened and spread her legs. "How was Dora? Ouw!" Ben's fingers dug up her love tunnel. "Sorry, darling". "Don't know, didn't feel anything but the cramps". "Thanks, Ben". She gave her boyfriend a lingering kiss. "You can recuperate on the beach with the princesses for the rest of your shift. But could you do it?" Ben had dropped his shorts and handed his friend the tube, bending over to spread his arsecheeks. "Sure, weird, but it worked. Couldn't with you, I don't think". Charlie stuck his finger up the other boy's chute. "Why's that?" "Too tight, love". He shook his head and sighed. "Two months ago I wouldn't believe that I could do this as a matter of routine. The world's a strange place, that's for sure".

When the three slaves entered the suite they found Janet with a slim, well preserved man in his early seventies. She was chained to a chair on the balcony and the client had apparently been finger feeding her lunch. Both seemed happy and relaxed. "Ah, excellent! They did find someone to accommodate me". "Yes, Sir, but I had to scrape the bottom of the barrel", Rosie dared joke, "The beautician, the tennis coach and myself. That's all we'd left, I'm afraid, Sir". "Hardly the bottom", the old man chuckled, looking appreciatively at the beautiful girls. "Drop those skirts and kneel to let me see your feet. Not you, boy". Ben placed himself in the display position, while Liz and Rosie removed their flimsy garments and knelt with their backs to the client, pressing their toes into the carpet to present their shapely feet. "Excellent!", he repeated and released Janet. "Now you lie down on the floor on your stomach and raise your legs". The slim brunette got down and Ben was ordered to cuff her hands behind her back. "OK, now turn her feet to make the soles touch and tie her toes together, big toe to big toe and so on". She moaned softly when forced into the strained position and the twine cut into her toes. "Now the other two". The three naked beauties were trussed up side by side on the floor. "Nice sight, don't you agree?" "Yes, Sir". Ben looked uncertainly from the client to the girls' gaping sex. "Fuck their feet until you spurt on their backs". "Yes, Sir. All three of them? I'm not sure I can, Sir". "Of course you can, boy, you're young". "Yes, Sir". He turned to his girlfriend, bent his knees and eased his long cock in between her strained soles to begin masturbating. Liz squirmed and giggled. "Aieeh, it tickles!" "Having fun, girl?" "Yes, Sir". She involuntarily kicked her legs and Ben had to hold them firmly while trying to come as quickly as possible.

"I own a modelling agency". The elegantly dressed, but rather plain, middle aged woman looked curiously at Eddie, who'd been called from work at the pool bar. "I thought I recognised you from the pictures in the catalogue. You're model, aren't you?" "Yes, Ma'am". The tall, handsome man stood at display, carefully keeping his eyes fixed at the floor. "Why are you here then. Are you a masochist?" "No, Ma'am. We needed the money". "We?" 'Shit!' "My wife and I, Ma'am". "Wife? She's here as well?" "Yes, Ma'am" 'Double shit!' The client went to the desk and opened the catalogue. "Her name?" "Ann, Ma'am, Ann Johnson". He heard her turn the pages. "Ah, yes, here she is. Another model?" "Yes, Ma'am". "She most certainly looks like one. Interesting". He cursed himself when he heard her pick up the phone. "Ann Johnson, is she booked? Send her up here, short term". The client mixed herself a drink and sat down in front of the slave, looking him up and down without saying anything. Ten minutes later Ann entered the room to stand beside her husband, displaying herself. The client sipped her drink, looking them over. "Kiss your wife, slave". Eddie turned to embrace the half-naked body beside him, kissing her lips tenderly. "Turn sideways, so I can watch, and pinch her nipples, hard". Reluctantly he raised her short top to grab the sensitive nubbins. "Hard, I said. Make her scream". He increased the pressure and Ann moaned into his mouth. "Harder!" She let out a muffled scream and involuntarily tried jerking out of his vicelike grip. "You can stop there". They moved apart and Ann had to fight herself not to try comforting her aching breasts. "Did you like that, slavegirl?" "No, Ma'am". "But you were into BDSM before you came here?" "We've tried it, Ma'am". "But not regularly? You're not a 'master/slave' couple or the other way around?" "No, Ma'am". "Good. Get naked and go to the bedroom". "Yes, Ma'am".

"Sorry", Jim whispered while cinching the rope tight to make Ling's elbows meet. "OK", she whispered back and rose on her knees to let him loop another length around her upper body, above and below her small tits, crossed between them, and make a knot between her shoulder blades. The big handyman gently put her down on her stomach and lashed her ankles to her upper thighs. "OK?" She waved her feet to show that she could still move. Rope around her knees and tied to her harness forced her legs apart. At last he stepped up on the bed, threaded a sturdy rope through a ring in the ceiling and tied it securely to the knot on her back. He stood back on the floor and hauled to make the small tied body rise, dangling helplessly over the centre of the bed. "Make her wet". The client, who'd been watching the preparations from an armchair, finished his drink and rose, while Jim turned the girl and carefully licked and nibbled her clit to make juices run from her gaping pussy. "Now me". The man lay down below the slavegirl and adjusted his position. Still holding the rope with one hand, Jim bowed to engulf his dick and suck it hard and throbbing. "Enough!" "Yes, Sir". He lowered the hanging girl slowly and guided the stiff member into her, until it was buried to the hilt. "Yeah, that's it, make her fuck me".

"On the sawhorse, slavegirl!" Ann straddled the sharp edge of the bar and her husband was ordered to chain her hands to the wall above her head, then her ankles to the bar behind her arse. "Comfortable?" "No, Ma'am, it hurts". "I'm sure it does and it'll get worse. Whip those big boobs, slave!" "Yes, Ma'am". He fetched a flogger, hoping that the woman wouldn't notice, and stood aside to lash across Ann's prominent breasts. They jumped and a pattern of red lines appeared, but he knew from his own experience that even if it did sting, the pain would soon diminish. He lashed again and the slavegirl cried out and screamed when the strands landed again. "Yess, make them dance!", the client hissed and went closer to watch the delicate flesh turn an ugly red, while her slave cried and begged her to stop the torture. "God! How I've been longing to do this to one of those uppity bitches, who always think they can get away with anything, just because of their damn bodies". She sat down in an armchair and watched with gleaming eyes while another ten lashes rained down on the defenceless girl, who broke down, sobbing in her chains. "At my feet, pretty boy!" With a sigh of relief and an encouraging glance at his suffering wife, Eddie dropped the flogger and threw himself on the floor in front of the woman. "Kiss them!" He bowed to touch his mouth to the high-heeled shoes. "Lick them1" His tongue shot out to wash the gleaming leather. "Suck the heels!" She raised her left foot and pressed the spike to his mouth. "And to have one of those dumb hulks grovelling at my feet". Eddie concentrated on making her enjoy his humiliation and was eventually ordered to remove her shoes to lick her nylon-clad feet and suck on her toes. "Isn't he a pretty sight, slavegirl?" "If it please you, Ma'am", Ann moaned. "It does. Take off my stockings, slaveboy!" "Yes, Ma'am". He tentatively reached under her skirt to find that she was wearing garters and carefully rolled down the nylons to bare her feet and begin worshipping them with his mouth and tongue, while the client looked triumphantly at his wife.

"Delicious thing you've got there". The youngish client let her bare toes play with Fernando's long cock. "Dreaming about getting it up me, are you?" "If it please, Senhora". "Dreaming of raping a white woman?" "No, Senhora". "I don't believe you, all of you Latin men want to get into our pants, it's in your eyes. But you haven't got much of a chance now, have you?" "No, Senhora, but I never want rape". He was on his knees at the foot of her bed, hands cuffed behind his back and feet hobbled. She'd separated his balls, tied them off with twine and run the ends through the crack of his arse to his bound hands. His nipples were clamped and other strings run over his shoulders to his ankle restraints. "Try anyway". She spread her legs invitingly and watched amused while the tormented slave moved closer, wincing with pain, until his erect member was at the entrance to her tunnel. "That's it! Good boy, now have your reward". She reached for his cock and guided it into her sopping wet tunnel, moaning with lust when he slowly penetrated her.

The old man rose to kiss her hand when Kalia entered his suite. He'd arrived just after lunch and as usual booked her in advance. "So good to see you, my dear". He took a step back to take in her exotic beauty. She'd chosen to wear wide harem style pants, fastened around her waist and ankles with golden chains and a matching wide sleeved shirt, cut to show her bare midriff and the top of her breasts, and locked with a gold clasp just below them. Small bells were clipped to the chains on her wrists and ankles, and she had golden rings on fingers and toes. "I have some refreshments for us at the balcony, but may I ask you to dance for me first?" "Yes, Sir, with great pleasure". She moved in front of the large window to begin jerking, twisting and turning her hands and feet, then her arms and legs and finally her brown body, sparsely covered by the transparent cloth. The old man sat down again, watching mesmerised, while the tempo of her dance increased, the bells jingled and her palms and bare soles flashed at him. Unconsciously he began stroking his cock through the fabric of his trousers, then opened them to let it spring free, hardening slowly until it at last stood up, erect and waving. The Indian teen watched him closely and slowed down the tempo of her dance until she at last was almost like a statue, then finally sank to her knees and took him into her mouth, just in time to swirl her tongue around the head before he erupted and she drank down the small jets of come.

Ann sent a last look at her moaning husband, who was bent over the sawhorse with his cockhead chained to his nipple clamps, while the woman alternatively fucked his arse with a double dildo and whipped it. 'Envious bitch!', she thought and closed the door to go down and have a shower before returning to serve at the restaurant, 'That thing hurts like hell'. She had felt it when Eddie had been ordered to string her up, head down in the hanging shackles, and flog her arse, then lick the client and wet her end of the dildo before carefully easing it into her sopping cunt and strap it around her waist. Even in a well lubricated hole it hurt when the woman entered her and ordered Eddie to join her in a double fuck.

Millie was hanging head down, her ankles shackled to the wall and small, clamped nipples pressed into it. Her head was swimming and she felt nauseous after having served the grotesquely fat man since her shift started that morning. He was still in bed when she arrived, being fed pieces of buttered toast by his evening slave, a petite Latino, who sent her a pained look and wrinkled her nose before leaving. The flabby body stank of come, pussy juices and dried sweat and Millie almost puked on the spot when he ordered her to lick him clean, but hesitatingly began her loathsome task. When she'd finished with his back and washed his dirty arsecrack with her tongue, he rolled over and relieved himself into her mouth. "To give you a chance to rinse", he grunted. After that he told her to make him hard and, when she, after almost an hour's hard work, finally succeeded, to turn her back to him and impale herself on the fat cock, taking it up her arse. He wheezed and groaned while she rode him up and down, wincing with pain from her stretched hole, until he finally managed to send a short burst into her and then promptly fell asleep. 'God, what a pig!', she thought and tried to extricate herself without waking him up, but he seemed lost to the world and after watching him for ten minutes she dared go to the bathroom to take a long hot shower and brush her teeth thoroughly. He was still sleeping, snoring loudly, when she came back and washed his dick with a wet cloth, then sat down in a chair, hoping that he'd sleep forever. He almost did, slept on until late afternoon and woke up, angry to have missed lunch. She apologised that she hadn't dared wake him up out of fear of angering him, and he calmed down when told that he could have lunch at any time he wanted. Before he threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt to waddle down to the restaurant, he hung her up, clamped her nipples and labia lips and told her to raise her arms to have her thumbs tied to the pussy clamps. She was hanging there, for hours it seemed, while the cramps in her arms got worse and worse, until he finally returned and once again pressed his cock down her arsehole.

"Thank you, my dear, thank you for another wonderful day". The Indian girl and the old man had nibbled the delicious selection of small snacks and shared a bottle of champagne, while he talked about his life, his deceased wife and his sons, resting in a deck chair on the balcony with her lithe body kneeling beside him. He embraced her and hugged her tight, kissing her lips, but let go when she couldn't suppress a small whimper. "But what is it, dear? Did I hurt you?" "No, Sir, but my back is a bit sore". "Why, have you hurt yourself? Let me see". She was still wearing her flimsy garments and unclasped the shirt to drag it halfway down her arms, turning her lovely back to him. "My God! Who did this to you?" He stared in horror at the tight pattern of red welts. "Another client, Sir". "But, how, when?" "Yesterday, Sir. She whipped me with the cat while I was hanging in the chains and her husband fucked me". "But, how could they?" "We're here to be used, Sir, hurt, to please the clients". "Yes, yes of course. I've done it myself, but such a beautiful and fragile girl as you, how could they? I thought you were here to dance". She dragged up her shirt again and turned to give him a sad smile. "I am, Sir, and most clients are very pleased with that, but they do like hurting me as well, some of them at least". He sank down on a chair, shaking his head. "How could they, how can anyone? Dammit, I won't allow that! I'll tell the Director". "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir, but it's a slavegirl's duty". "Not my slavegirl! I'll buy you". "Thank you, Sir. You're very kind, but I've only served three months of my contract". "Doesn't matter, I'll pay what he asks. No one will hurt you again, ever!"