The young, deeply blushing prize of his sniffled at the thought of more people seeing her in this state. She opened her mouth to respond to the comment but simply closed it again. Voicing her opinion would only get her into trouble. She did however note that he had called her pretty. It was something nice, she supposed. Of course, it could not last. She cringed at the beginning of her instructions and by the end the poor girl was in tears. She hated her new station in life. She almost wished one of the dirtier men had won her. He would have raped and beat her but at least she would not have to endure the constant mind games, the constant (and effective) breakdown of her self-worth and self-respect. She just stared at the floor once he had told her, nodding pitifully through a haze of tears.<br/><br/>She was blinded by the tears and so had no warning of the harsh stinging slap that jolted through her chest. The power of the blow on her ample curves almost forced her to stumble to the side and the return blow actually did make her stumble and howl in pain. She looked up, blinking back tears and staring up at him. The sadistic grin was back and she nodded quickly, not wanting to compound the situation. "Yes, yes Master I understand." She squeaked, gripping the pen tightly. She stumbled toward the door, pausing at it for just a second before leaving. She sobbed as she stepped cautiously into the hall. She looked around and saw no one. She leaned on the wall and sobbed, unrestrained by his presence. After a long moment she fought to get herself under control, and began looking around. She had to find someone, she had to do it or he would punish her.<br/><br/>So she looked. Coming upon a sitting room she spotted a man and pouted. She thought it was the man from before, Jack if she remembered correctly. She saw his smile when she approached. His eyes were on her breasts and finally moved up to her eyes as she stood before him. "E-Excuse me Sir.... might my... my w-whore mouth be... of use to you?" She said, sniffling and feeling ill. She stood stone still, waiting for his response.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>