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He disrobed and put his stiff cock at the opening of her pussy. He unshackled her legs and lifted them over his shoulders and thrust into her as hard as he could. He took his time in taking his pleasure. He wanted her to feel well used and sore tonight. Pissing With one last hard thrust, he came. All his slaves were given contraceptive shots, so there was no danger of pregnancy. He moved away and left her laying there, used and bruised. He reshackled her legs to the posts. In addition to putting the usual brand of ownership on his slaves, he also preferred that their cunts stayed sore and bruised from usage. It was a sort of psychological brand for the slave. They would not be able to take a piss without it burning. They were not permitted to wear any panties, so their cunts were always open. Sometimes he would thrust his fingers in and out as he passed them on his estate. He moved to the fireplace and removed the branding iron. He walked over and thrust it onto her, right above her pussy. There was a sizzle and she screamed in pain. He removed the iron and looked at the patch of burnt skin. It was a circle with the number 1 in it. It was his brand and if his slaves ever ran away, this would identify them as his. It also identified her as a First Class slave, untouchable to all but him. He reached into his bag and removed the Numbgel. He put some on the brand and could tell that it immediately worked because she quit whimpering. He unshackled her and told her to stand up. She obeyed and he noticed that she kept her head down and only looked at his cock. She had placed her hands protectively over her pussy. He went over, moved her hands and slapped skinny her pussy hard. She screamed. "You may never deprive me of MY pussy in any way. Understood?" "Yes" He explained to her that panties were forbidden and that she was going to be one of his First Class slaves. She would be afforded extra food as well as extra sleep piss time. Her only duties would be to Cumshots please him sexually. If she stopped pleasing him sexually, she would be demoted to Second Class, where any guest could use Hardcore her. She was to obey the handlers in all things. All my commands had settled into her mind. Her pussy walls started to throb and grasp in anticipation of a piss new partner. “I guess I gave you an impromptu tattoo of my own.” Elena smirked, pressing her thumb harder, “This, Leveria, this is what I find amusing.” My moans echoed through the interrogation room, my passion rippling about us. After she treated his cock so well, he could skinny not deny her request. “Is Pissing it serious?” She had Hardcore to smile as she knew he thought he was truly being the stud tonight. So I started jerking my hand up and down it quickly, trying to get him off. You have become to generous in your old age. I moaned pleadingly. Had a bad angle and had to sneak to a different position. He chuckled, “Busted, but she did more than that.” Firstly, she did it with little trouble, despite wearing a seatbelt. I think that Cumshots definitely worked. “And what of Iger? And he released her head. I was now sitting back, resting against the chair. I slurped and made such wanton sounds, drool running down my chin.