<strong>Madison with Moussad morning day 1</strong><br/><br/>It would seem Moussad hadn't even thought of the other girls he had helped Vern kidnap fro<br/>Lady Shaws. Charlotte was lucky to have gotten away, the treatment probably would have made her snap as it was much worse here compared to when she had been in the Glass House.<br/><br/>Without hesitation Madison followed Moussad from the room and down the hall. Her hips swayed sensually without any effort on Madison's part, her average sized breasts accentuated in the spandex top and looked larger. She wasn't surprised by the look of lust in the eyes of the security, but they certainly did widen in fear when she heard the threat from Moussad. Suddenly she didn't feel so safe and wondered what would happen were she to cross him.<br/><br/>Madison shuddered visibly and stumbled forward, the pull of the leash keeping her close to the "raghead". They approached the elevator and she pressed the down button seeing as he hadn't and waited quietly. Her thoughts went back to the night before, the days before she met Vern, to the very first day at Lady Shaw's when she had earned a punishment with little effort with the teacher who would have guided her through her education. Mr. Blackstone had strapped her down to his desk and struck her ass, thighs, and back a total of twenty times with the cat of nine. That was pain paled in comparison to the fire the whip had  set on her body when chained wide open in front of Moussad, Vern, and later Moussad's brother Khamal. Her head shook at the memory of the cruel brother who had fucked her virgin as ruthlessly after whipping her until she came.<br/><br/>Madison remembered now why she had felt safe with Moussad and calmed as they stepped onto the elevator. Even if she slipped up there were ways to make amends so long as she could sing and dance. That was her saving grace and keep her breathing. All she had to do was follow instructions and see this song man.