He was even getting more like a Slaveworld owner would be, more dominant and less desperate, more teasing and less urgent; more cruel and less rough, she thought. She knelt, her arms zipped into a sleeve behind her, breathing slowly and carefully around her ball-gag, her corset squeezing her in two and making her even more aware of the butt-plug and dildo strapped inside her. Porn ‘What’s that?’ Asked Colonel Ewing, in his calm, professional voice. On the other hand, Jem never missed a chance to use her sexually, and she never saw him without being fucked. She knew she was Colonel Ewing’s property, and it was wring of her to feel loyalty to anyone else, but she als knew in another part of herself that Colonel Ewing didn’t care about




















