it so bad, it hurts. I’d give anything if you’d throw me down on that bed and rut the hell out of me. Anything.” “Jesus Christ! I told you not to say that. Get the hell out of here! Right now!” She sauntered across the room, throwing as much sway into her ass as she could. He had to be watching and she hoped that this would be the day that his resistance crumbled to dust. It wasn’t. But, as she passed through the door, he yelled, “And send in whoever is available out there. Two of them. I don’t care which two, just make it fast.” She hooked her thumb at Apple and Cherry. “You heard your owner. Get in there and give him some relief.” She envied the two slaves as they scurried to obey. And she envied them a whole lot more when they were shrieking in delight a few minutes later. Lime was staring at her in silence. “What?” Irene asked. “What on earth do you do to him in there?” “I begged him to rut the hell out of me.” “He still won’t let you service him?” “Not even when I fall on my knees.” “What a waste. I bet you’re a terrific sex partner.” Irene smiled. “Thank you. Nickel thinks so and I service her by rote.” “Not that you’re not a great entertainment director. I’m not saying that. All I’m saying is that you could direct all the entertainments and you could still get fucked every day. And at the entertainments.” “I sure could.” She didn’t want to think about that any more – it was making her crotch too juicy; she was almost squishing when she moved her thighs – so she decided to change the subject. “How did you become a slave?” “The most common way. Bankruptcy. My husband was a gambler. We had a good income but he lost more than he won. All gamblers do. He thought that he could win his money back if he kept placing bigger bets until he got lucky. No gambler ever gets lucky enough. We were married so his debts were my debts. When I was twenty-four, I fetched eighteen thousand on the pleasure block. I heard that Daniel was worth only eleven hundred on the labor block. Between the two of us, we still didn’t raise enough to pay off his debts. His bookie was stupid. He could have foreclosed on us much sooner and made a profit. I think that Daniel convinced him that he earned a high salary and the bookie thought that he could get paid in full without foreclosing on us.” “How long ago was that?” “I think I’m about thirty now, so that was six years ago.” Irene was surprised. That made Lime the oldest slave in the kennel save for Nickel. “You don’t look thirty. I’m twenty-eight and I thought that you were younger than me.” “I try to look and act young. It helps that I’m small and that I pretend to be naïve. The longer a pleasure slave can stay young, the longer she can stay out of the labor auctions.” “When I’ve asked the others how they were enslaved, they were all either pressed or adjudicated. None of you were born into it.” “Peach was. You should talk to her if you want to know about that. It’s not common, you know, to be born into slavery.” “I didn’t realize that it was uncommon.” “Sure. Think about it. If an owner breeds his slaves then he’s responsible for feeding and housing the children until they are old enough to sell. That costs a lot of money. Half the children are going to be boys and that means that they’ll almost certainly end up in labor auctions. There’s no demand for male pleasure slaves. Of the girls, most of them won’t be pretty enough. Plain-looking females join the males in the labor auctions. So maybe one out of five children at most will be sold for a good price. Only fools think that they’re going to get rich raising slaves. They hear stories about some pleasure slave fetching a hundred thousand and they think that they’ll get a whole crop of children who will grow up to be those special cases.” “So why does anyone breed slaves at