My name is charity Jane hill, but my friends just call me C. J. Everyone calls me C. J., even my mom. And those people who have to communicate with me, soon realize that I do not respond to any other name, well, except for the "Miss hill" can be. Starting to play football in six years, I continued to play in the College team. Although I have a relatively high height, 5 feet 8 inches [173 cm], I was always fast. And yet, we have to admit that I'm not an amazing player, and after College, not having received invitations from high school, I went to conquer the vastness of Kansas, playing in the 3rd division. My career was nestco-newelco, when I suddenly discovered the ability to coach.
It was a cold November day, dull which faded last memories of my 24th birthday. I was sitting in the front seat of the bus, chatting with the driver, while most of my girls were dozing in the rocking cabin. Jenny and Sal pressed against each other, is a very funny picture. Kristen wolf, the best player on the team, my favorite, was sitting across the aisle from me was reading a detective novel. She was clearly not sleep. Kristen was a Junior player, and the team I built around it.
We were moving along the highway I-90, somewhere twenty miles from home, when suddenly flashed a flash, and the bus lost control, ran across the field, threatening every moment to capsize. The driver with all his strength pressed on the brakes, and eventually the bus caught up, not having reached some metres to vegetation a huge shrub. We were all in shock and had no idea what happened. Frightened and shocked, looked outside, but there was nothing but rolling plains, covered here and there thickets of shrubs and small trees. The highway was nowhere to be seen. Highly worthwhile, the sun illuminated the whole bleak picture. Still in a somewhat dazed by what he saw, we immediately felt that the temperature has changed too. Twenty-five degrees [*] for November, it was pretty weird. Kristen looked at me and said, "Well, J. C., I don't think we're still in Kansas. Yes, and in Massachusetts it's not like that."
At this point, Jenny shouted: "Look. Here come some men on horses!".
I looked around me. Yes, she was right. About twenty riders were coming toward us at a brisk trot. One of them was carrying a staff with a waving flag on it. They looked like a detachment of cavalry from movies with John Wayne. Except that the cavalry in those films were not women and were not armed with flint guns. And not said with a sexy French accent.
The squad stopped 5 yards from us and their commander, a woman of about thirty, asked the question: "Who are you?" The accent made her speech somewhat difficult to understand.
I stepped forward and said, "Believe me."
She smiled and jumped off the horse. "Come with me". We walked a few yards and stopped, facing each other. She was tall, almost 6 feet tall, and looked strong and powerful. "You should not doubt that I was going to say. Although I can't explain how and why you are here, but you've come here through a Veil. Tell me, in your world the British or the Spaniards conquered the New World in the 17th century?"
My world? What is going on here? I took a deep breath. In fact, the story was not my Forte, but I still managed to explain that in my world the French at the time had lost North America. "The Spaniards never had much impact in this region."
She smiled.
"And who rules in your world?"
"Queen Anna, of course."
"But why?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just trying to explain to you. We do not often get people through the Veil, but still enough to understand that there are many parallel worlds. In one world won the Spanish, the other English. Some in England everywhere has extended its influence in other American Colonies revolted and created a new country." She paused and smiled: "In our world, defeated the French, there was an uprising, but it was the women's revolt. Women run Arcadia. And there are more features. Men are prohibited. Slavery is allowed. And, at this point, you are all my slaves. And you know — no way back. You will stay here forever."
I stared at her in shock. "You must be joking!"
She shook her head. "It's no joke. Our law is very strict. All outsiders — slaves, the property of those who seized them. I, as commander, have the right to have a third, it means six of your mine. The rest will be auctioned and the money will be divided among my men. You can all be sold. I haven't decided yet. Now, if you want your girls treated with dignity, you have to cooperate with us". She clasped her arm about my neck and squeezed it. "By the way, I'm Ariel Valo, the captain of this squad. What's your name?"
Barely taking a breath, I said, "C. J. hill, I'm the coach of this football team."
She gently looked at me, but nevertheless not loosened his grip. "Go back and explain the situation. After I want you all stripped down and lined up in groups of six. Do it fast or I for a lesson gonna whip you with a whip in front of your girls."
I went back, gathered the girls and told them what I had learned. There were many tears when they realized that they never return home and never see their loved ones. Only Kristen only seemed unperturbed. She shrugged and said, "Well, at least now I'm not going to fight with his stepfather".
I looked at her, very surprised. She never filed and a sign that she has any trouble. Catching my glance, Kristen smiled as if what she said was pustkowie. I decided that I will work with Ariel, if she will allow us to Kristen to stay together. After hearing my request, the leader of the women smiled and nodded, "I will do as much as you can. She's pretty, so I would chose her anyway."
I went back to the girls and told them to get undressed. And she first unbuttoned his jacket, beginning to remove his clothes. They watched silently as I was completely naked. Then slowly followed my example. When it's all undressed, I divided them into groups of six and lined up in columns. Heading the first of them, the second I gave to Carol, his assistant. I wish Kristen was in my group, but she stood at the head of the latter.
Our new friends tied our hands behind our backs — though not quite tight, but enough to restrict movement. Then each they put on the neck a leather collar with a ring, through which missed the circuit, connecting us like bunches.
When all was done, we moved on. First we drove a small trot, but then Ariel decided that we can withstand and more fast paced. Going to the run, I thanked God that he gave me no big Breasts. I glanced at Kristen. She ran easily, her firm Breasts Bouncing with every step. But it does not looked cramped. Her skin is dazzling sparkled from sweat under the scorching sun. Catching my glance, she winked at me. Kristen's eyes slid over my body, as if assessing him. I blushed.
After fifty minutes of such jumps, we stopped for a short rest. Rider brought the water-skins, and we were allowed to do this in small SIPS. During this brief respite Ariel walked over to Kristen and said something to her. She nodded and Ariel began gently stroking her Breasts. I felt a wave of jealousy. Kristen was rightfully mine! I stared at the long legs of Kristen, boiling with anger. Her perfect hips smoothly flows into slender legs with chiseled, as if made of alabaster, his knees. How many times have I wanted to see her naked, and now, when my dream came true, I, alas, was powerless to do anything. At this time the other woman stroking her wonderful nipples, patting her ass. I turned away, clenching his teeth in the impotence.
A minute later I was approached Ariel and said, "Oh, she's just lovely. I leave it to yourself, and if you're a good girl, I may allow you to communicate with her." She squeezed my Breasts with his hands and tickled the nipples, which immediately responded to her caresses. "So, are you going to be a good girl, J. C.?"
Blushing, I lowered my eyes and whispered, "Yes, mA'am."
She pinched my nipple, making me painfully to tears."You understand already that you're a slave? Our laws are just, and our punishment for violating them is cruel."
We walked all day and only stopped in the evening. We untied his hands so we could eat, but my leg shackles put on, thus killing the very idea of possibility of escape. After dinner, the chain connecting our collars was open, and each warrior took one of us for the night. Anyone for warmth, and for something more. I thought that Ariel will pick Kristen, but she wouldn't do that. She picked me up.
Like her companion, Ariel lay on the ground, wrapped in a blanket. For security, we camped in a circle, protected from all sides. Apparently, the French have not solved the problems with the wild Indians and the danger of a night attack was highly probable. Ariel's body was muscular, yet feminine, and she had a couple of scars that I could not resist to ask. But, as soon as we got under her blanket, she immediately started to caress my stomach. At first I tried to resist her kisses, but that didn't stop her.
And soon, despite my resistance, I was thoroughly excited. Ariel was surprisingly gentle when her hand has penetrated between my legs and began to fondle there. She had brought me almost to orgasm, but at the last moment stopped. I just groaned, being in a semi-conscious state. Almost a year I have not had sex. And she again and again repeated the same sweet torture. In the end, she pressed his lips almost to my ear, whispered, "So who are you?"
I sighed convulsively, moaned: "Slave. I am a slave. Please, let me cum. I'm asking you!"
She smiled. "Yes, it is. You are a slave. And a whore. My whore. Right?"
"Yes! I am a whore. Please, I'm gonna die..."
"Tomorrow morning, before my girls will you come to me on your belly and you'll be licking my feet. And then each of them will do the same. Who refuse, those are waiting for spanking. Well, is that all right?" And without waiting for a reply, she lowered her head to my chest and grabbed a nipple with his lips. While Ariel him gently biting her finger, like some kind of separate entity, swept down my spine and dug into the anus. My body arched arc, I bit her lips, tearing a scream just attained the woman's orgasm. It was a long, intense, pulsating orgasm, covering my every cell. And after I fell asleep leaning against the shoulder of my mistress.
The next morning, after Breakfast, we tied the hands behind the back and built in line. Ariel looked at me and nodded. I stepped out of line and stopped about eight feet in front of her. He knelt down, awkwardly fell to the side, rolled over on his stomach and kicking his feet, crawled to her. Then, burning with shame, I licked her feet. Udovletvoryaet my humiliation, Ariel lifted me to my knees and forced to watch as my girls did the same ritual of subordination. Kristen refused. Ariel ordered to tie her up and flog.
I crawled to my mistress on my knees and kissed her hand. "Please," I pleaded. "Let me talk to her. Please don't hit her."
Ariel looked down at me and nodded. "Talk to her. She, like all, must go through this ritual. Less is not enough."
I stood up and ran to the tree, where Kristen was waiting for punishment. She was suspended for hands to a fat bitch, so that her feet barely touched the ground. I begged her to obey, but she wouldn't even listen to me. Sobbing, I threw myself on my knees. "Please, do it for me. I love you and I can't bear your punishment."
"Do you love me?"
I raised her tearful eyes: "Yes. I loved you from our first meeting." And kissed her thigh. "Please give her for me."
She stared at me. These silent moments felt like hours. Finally, she nodded, "OK. Just for you".
Ariel accepted the news with a smile. She whipped me, while Kristen licked at her feet as a sign of submission. On my back and walked the ass leather whip made me scream after the tenth blow.
We ran all morning, stopping only at a small halt at noon. Towards evening we finally reached a settlement. It seemed off when I've seen some pictures, which depicted the first Fort-posts of the pioneers-the Europeans, the conquerors of the New world. Our species had hewn primitive house of logs, and surrounded by a high stockade barracks for slaves. Now, when we arrived, events began to move faster. Kristen and I were separated from the group.
The next thing Ariel chose four, and his choice of it surprised me. All my girls were in good shape and quite attractive, most athletic teenagers, but Ariel did not choose the appearance. Except for Kristen, which is definitely the most beautiful girl from us, she chose the girls who had, as I know a strong character. She chose Jenny and Sal, both of those. Slender and strong, Jenny — redhead and dark-haired Sal with brown eyes and olive skin. She also chose Val, slender blonde, our new girl, and Kate, a veteran of the team, won the battle on the green lawn a leg injury, but still remains one of the fastest on the field.
The remaining girls were taken to a barracks, where they had to wait for the auction, which was scheduled for next week. We followed Ariel, and some time later a dusty track led us to her shack. House was located near a Creek, on a small hill, allowing wonderful views of the surrounding countryside. Ariel took off our handcuffs, initially warned that the attempt to escape is punishable by death. "And it won't be an easy death on the rope. When runaway slaves are caught, they crucified." It looked at us with a glare. "Notice I said "when" not "if." Over the last fifty years, only one slave managed to escape. But the way its planted on a spit. Some of the wild tribes to the North of here, there are customs to eat their enemies." She paused and smiled, smiled the icy smile that makes a person shudder. "She was still alive when it was roasted".
I didn't know whether to believe her or not. She spoke convincingly, but it is likely just wanted to scare us. And she did it. Ariel has divided us into pairs: Kristen and I, Sal and Jenny, Val, and Kate. "Never go alone. Always stay with your partner and take care of each other." It defined the duties of each pair. Kristen and I had to cook and clean the house. Sal and Jenny to take care of horses and work in the yard. For Val and Kate lay down the obligation to follow the weapons and other equipment. Also every night one of the couples had to share Ariel's bed. "Practice with each other, because I am very demanding in bed."
She gave us towels and soap, and a bottle of something similar to lotion, a pair of scissors and ordered to cut the hair, to bathe in the river and rubbing in lotion. "Your hair should not be longer than C. J. And this lotion will help to remove hair on legs and pubic area. It is quite soft, just a little sting".
We went to carry out orders. Kristen couldn't help from crying when I cut her long Golden hair. I tried as best I could, and finally her head appeared quite tolerable boyish hairstyle. Splashing in the water, we got to talking, and I realized that Kristen was a virgin in any sense of the word. We rubbed lotion on each other, and, flushing it in a few minutes, felt a strange sexual feeling, seeing yourself again as a child, completely devoid of hair down there. Finally, vyteris dry we went back to the cabin.
Ariel spent this and the next few days, explaining to us our duties. Our Kristen's work was so clear, so she spent more time with others. The training lasted almost a week. She wished we was always naked, and no one in the settlement it seemed. Here were no men to spy on us. I once mentioned to our driver, and Ariel said that he was kicked out of the country. We my question about procreation, she smiled and explained: "we have our ways. We buy girls from the Spaniards in the South, is captured from the Indians. And sometimes some of us make the journey..."
The first night I was pleasantly surprised by the sensitivity of Ariel. She took me to her bed, leaving the other five girls huddle under a shared blanket in the next room. "I'm impressed", she whispered in my ear. "They're all virgins. May they've got each other. I'll teach you how to pleasure a woman."
And she taught. Despite the fact that I was in love with Kristen, I've never been with another woman before she stepped through the Veil. Well, if it does exactly what was one little incident. It happened when I played in College. It so happened that we stayed with my partner on the team alone in the shower. But then, I just stood silently, leaning against the tiled wall, frozen like a mannequin while she, kneeling down and clasping my hips with his hands, caressed my pussy. It was nice, but never happen again. But now Ariel has taught me to satisfy her with fingers and tongue, and she taught me to cope with stunning artificial phallus, made of some unknown material. It was soft, but elastic and rapidly heated during operation. Additionally, using a special leather straps it can be attached to the body.
A week later we attended the auction where was sold the other girls of our former football team. All of them, except one, took women from other cities and villages. They give good money and repaired the Ariel was satisfied. The same day our hostess took us to the forge, where each set brand, small stylized letter "A" on his left wrist. It was terribly painful.
Our training continued. While the girls were engaged with each other, I shared a bed with Ariel. But soon an event has taken place. One night, Ariel said she will call the girls one by one to the attic. First he asked me to help lay there's a huge bed, and then helped her wear the same struck me the artificial member. Then she put me on my knees in front of the bed and ordered to remain silent and not to intervene to prevent. The first was Kristen. I sat and stared into her eyes, while Ariel is deprived of her virginity. She then joined me and together we watched as losing virginity Kate. The same thing happened with the other girls. Sal was the last one. She was the only one that didn't utter a sound until Ariel fucked her.
When it was over, Ariel wearily rolled over on his back on the crumpled sheeting, hands outstretched. Her breast is heaving to the beat of her swaying phallus, painted with the blood of virgins. When she rested, I took, more recently girls, and now women, into the bathroom where we washed off any blood and wiping bath towels, were sent to bed. Everyone except Kristen, who went back in the attic, I spent the rest of the night with the others. But to sleep I still failed. Around 4 am, I was awakened by a very erotic dream that upon awakening has become a reality in the form of Kate, caressing the bottom of my stomach. I moaned in pleasure and then I covered the orgasm, brought on the tip of her tongue. At this time Sal and Jenny was holding my legs, spreading them widely to the sides. Then Sal and Kate changed places and started all over. All four of them alternately brought me to orgasm. It was unspeakable!
Ariel maintained a strict discipline, and punished us for every violation, but she was not cruel. Ariel was not imposed on us by the sado-masochistic games, we were a valuable asset, and she took care of us. After three years of slavery we were able to join the army, and after two years of service to obtain citizenship. Our hostess provided us with the best medical care, in winter, dressed in warm clothing, and only in the rest of the year, we remained naked. She used us sexually, but nobody has ever borrowed. We are not loved, but respected and were grateful for the good that was in her hands, not in the hands of some nympho-sadist.
Over time it became obvious that the baby Kate loved Ariel and, surprisingly, Ariel seemed to be reciprocated. Kristen hooked up with Val, another surprise, bad for me. And of course, Jenny and Sal — it was the perfect couple. Only I was alone. It's been six months since we arrived in Arcadia, and we have thoroughly settled here. Life was difficult, but we learned to overcome difficulties. Most of us were happy. Spring came, and Ariel went somewhere for a few days with his detachment. In their absence, she left us to look after his young cousin. Miriel was a bright girl with a cheerful character, constantly smiling, yet able to fend for themselves, though she was only fourteen years old. Some of us realized this on my own skin, and then a long time could not sit properly.
Ariel returned from a long RAID with a dozen captives, sleeping with the Danish vessel shipwrecked near the shore. Despite the fact that in my world nearby was not to be no sea, the place where we were, corresponded roughly to the state of Massachusetts, just thirty miles from the Atlantic coast. Ariel climbed down from his horse, and Kate immediately rushed to her neck. After a long kiss, Ariel turned to me and smiled and said, "I know you're alone, so that you can inspect brand-new, I allow you to choose the one you like. Most of them speak French, some in English."
By the time we're all pretty well spoken in French, some better, some worse. I belonged more to the latter. I went down the line of captives, evaluating each of them. The one on which I stopped his opinion, was a tall, slender red-haired girl with light brown eyes. She was pale, almost translucent skin, perfect body and small, dense breast, ending with a tiny pink nipples. And besides, I was completely struck by her long, graceful legs. She didn't speak neither English nor French. One of the girls said the redhead's name is Peter and that she was from Germany. I am somewhat confused, but then we went to Jenny and spoke with Petra on the purest German.
After a few minutes of their conversation, Jenny turned to me and explained that Peter Jaeger is a student of the University of Stuttgart, going on vacation with his father, who was Ambassador in New Spain. "She's only eighteen years old," she added.
I took Peter by the elbow and asked her to translate that she's mine now.
But before Jenny opened her mouth intervened Ariel. "No, don't say a word. We need to get her back." She stopped with a gesture of my attempts to resist it. "We do not want trouble with Germany. In addition, we can obtain in exchange for it a lot of the things we needed."
Ariel untied Peter's hands, and led her away. Looking back over his shoulder, she said "Amelia, show her the twins."
Amalia, second in the squad after Ariel told me to follow him. "We captured a pair of lovely twins. When we approached the city, Ariel decided to separate them from the rest. For them, she gave us the right to all other prisoners. We have them locked in the barn."
When we arrived, Amalia unexpectedly drew me into the corner. My question is, where are we going, she smiled and said, "Before I show you them, there's something I have to."
"What?"
She grinned: "You." Sharply grabbed my hand and dragged me to a small, huddled against the barn extension. There was an old sofa on which to make love turned out to be quite nice. Amalia was not beautiful, but she was athletic and toned. She was playing me like an instrument, bringing to the unconscious orgasm. She came twice, so she told me, the time was well spent.
The twins were blond girls of about fourteen. They were stunning beautiful. Their big green eyes fascinated. Their perfect, tanned naked bodies clung to each other under our watchful gaze. Their slender legs were struck with grace and ease. Their elastic ass drew our thoughts are still their children's virginity. They was perfection.
I had left their sight, and turning asked Amalia: "Oh my God, they are priceless, Ariel is going to sell them?"
Amalia shrugged: "I thought Yes, but now it has an Embassy daughter..."
The girls stared at us and no doubt listened to the conversation. It is clear that they understood French. I approached them and asked: "what are your names?"
Standing on the left, the girl looked at her sister, and she vzmahnuv us defiant, replied, "I am — Ingrid Larsen and this is my sister Astrid." But then warlike expression fell from her face and she burst into tears. "What will become of us.."
I spread his hands: "Nothing wrong with that. You are now mine. Under my patronage. How old are you?"
They are moments stared at me, then flung herself into my arms. "We just turned 14 years old. You really protect us? Would you be able to? You, too, slave."
I hugged them and whispered, "I'm a slave but you are mine now and I will protect you." I took their hands and led to the exit of the barn. We came to our house and went inside. Ariel was sitting at the table with Petra, which was already completely dressed. Peter gave me a haughty look, which I tried to ignore it. "Ariel, you must return these girls to their parents."
She shook her head. "It's impossible. Their parents are dead. They now have no family, no home."
I suspected it, but had to check. "I want them both."
Ariel grinned. "What? I have not received the spanking? Really need a whip to remind your ass that you're still a slave."
I have stamped her foot — actually not very impressive gesture when you're naked. "Yes, if not for me, if I hadn't, you wouldn't even know that you have such an expensive German goods. And I want those twins."
And yet I was surprised when Ariel nodded: "They are yours. You are responsible for them." She pondered and smiled and added: "When the moon rises, come see me. And don't forget to bring a rod. We will discuss your manners."
All shuddering, I forced a "Yes, mistress." Then, turning and taking the hands of both girls, I went to the door.
Behind her I heard the laughter of Petra and her gloating voice: "I'd like to see how she is going to cry during the punishment."
Returning to the same barn the annexe, where some hours ago I'm with Amalia had sex, we sat side by side on the sofa, in the relative calm I was able to explain to their wards the situation in which they find themselves. However it didn't take long to tell, as they, as inhabitants of this world, knew much more than I do about the existing States and their laws. When I finished, they sighed and clung to me, their heads fell on my shoulders. The one on the right, Ingrid, said: "While we know that you care about us, we will endure and we will not despair."
I took towels, soap, lotion depilatory, and we went to the river. I did not trim their long blonde hair. I called Kristen and Kate watched as I guided the process. To children's bodies of my twins, there was almost no hair, nevertheless the use of the lotion will certainly ensure the absence of any vegetation in the future. Finally, we returned home and I washed and presented clean sisters in front of Ariel. The rest of the day they are like puppies, they followed me around while I was doing my daily work.
And the ensuing day night, when the sky the moon appeared, I came to Ariel. Falling on his knees before her, I on the open palm handed her the rod. She took it. I just bent even lower and whispered. "Yes, mistress. My fault, today I behaved badly the slave."
She smiled, "Okay. Take the rod, and along with their wards to go to the barn. And let them punish you. Each must do ten strokes. And then get back to me. I will examine you and if at least one of the scar will be missing, you'll all be whipped by me."
I took the girls back to the barn and explained the requirement of Ariel. "So hit him harder, or I'll get another twenty strokes and you too. And I don't want you whipped."
They tied me to a pole and began to flog. Ingrid first, then Astrid. They were stronger than they looked and the blows were pretty tight. Livanulo tears from my eyes on the fourth shot, I shouted on the seventh, and shouting pleas for mercy start after the tenth. But I'm certainly not hoping to stop the spanking, the screaming was only a sort of emotional security. When finished, the girls untied me and helped me back into the house. Ariel carefully researched my ass and announced his satisfaction.
That night, despite my protests, Ariel was deplorable twins. She did it only to remind me who is the real master. Only one phrase made me shut up: "Maybe you want today once again to try the rod?"
My twins cried when they were fucking. Cried again when I took them to the stigma. But still, they were a real treat. Girls did not hesitate, when the time came for the three of us make love. They knew what to do. It was obvious that they had engaged in fondling each other. The twins were so sexually insatiable that I sometimes had to thrash their charming ass that they at least temporarily forget about his constantly regenerating lust. But I'm not complaining. Bit.
But a week ago there occurred the following event. One night Ariel brought us in the main room and said that tomorrow morning we have to wear clothes, since we will be present at the execution of the sentence. It was the fact that one of the local warriors was caught when he passed secret information to the spy. Urgently convened a military Tribunal found her guilty and sentenced to death by hanging. We were told that during the accomplishment of the sentence only sentenced should be naked.
At dawn the next day we lined up before the gallows, and have come to expect when you get convicted. What was my surprise when it turned out to be Amalia. She was accompanied by two guards, who brought her to the foot of the gallows, stripped of all her clothes. They tied her brush back, and then the end of the rope with a force pulled her arms above the elbows, causing her Breasts moan. And yet she boldly and firmly ascended the scaffold. Her gaze was direct and fearless, when someone's hands wore on her neck a noose.
Ariel read out the death sentence and gave Amalia the last word. And she shrugged and threw her: "I have nothing to say to you. Go on now, do your job."
Ariel nodded, and the box was kicked from under my feet. We stood and watched through tears in death, flashed before our eyes. Death with which we are during our whole previous life, faced constantly on TV screens, in Newspapers, in conversations, in thoughts. It that death had NOTHING to do with this death, whose breath was filled with a cold of our souls, which then barely, barely warmed with tears.
When it was over, Ariel sent us home and gave us in the courtyard of a brutal flogging. Everyone could feel her anger and rage on his body. The Charter, she went into the house, and ordered us to remain in the same position, on his knees. So we spent all night. In the morning she came to us and apologized, and then sent us to the barracks for the slaves, passing the intermediary, which was sold at auction. The proceeds from the sale of Ariel intends to give his beloved Amalia.
None of us knew what was going to happen with us. The twins are likely to be sold at a high price to some wealthy lover, and I will never see them. After lunch, we were told that Ariel has resigned and left the settlement. But as it turned out, it wasn't exactly true. Yesterday brought her to us in the barracks. She was naked, too, and had to be sold at auction. And now she's on her knees in the far corner of the barracks. It faces our guards, who decided to complete the program to use the new slave.