Jade felt so completely defiled. She could smell him on her body, musky and male. Moving slowly, hurting between her legs and in her hip joints, she made her way to the now cold bath water and scooped out handfuls to splash on her bleeding and sticky crotch.<br/><br/>Her hands were trembling as she whispered to herself,<br/><br/>“I’m not a slut. I’m a survivor. He will not break me. He might use me and command me but he cannot break me.”<br/><br/>The coolness of the water helped a little and she tossed on a plain blue dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline. The collar that chafed her neck was like a badge of honor and Jade decided she would pretend it was made of diamonds. The collar marked her as protected and for that she was grateful.<br/><br/>The master had said to bring food from the kitchen, so she went out on bare feet to silently pad to the kitchen. Old Iron Face was there and she sniffed the air like a hound dog. Frowning at Jade she observed,<br/><br/>“He fucked you , did he? If he liked it fine, you will be safe with him until the next pretty face comes along. Keep his cock happy, slut. Life is better when he has a woman on a regular basis. El Senor likes it three times a day and twice a night. Sometimes on Sunday, he never gets out of bed. But,” Iron Face continued as she prepared a platter of food for Jade to carry back,” Just remember. If a girl gets caught with child, he will lose interest quickly. He loses interest, you go to the brothel. If he learns to hate you, you go straight to the men on the serving floor. Now take this food quick. We don’t ever let El Senor get hungry for anything or make him wait.”