(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/683669-bigthumbnail.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Addie Mae Thompson<br/>Location: Slave Market<br/>With: Nobody<br/><br/>Addie Mae could remember quite clearly when she had decided to get into this. She had just finished her lesson on her prized stallion, Othello, having worked on half passes and pirouettes for their upcoming dressage show. She had put him away, fed the horses in the barn, turned them out and headed into the house, using the back door so she wouldn't track dirt and manure through the house. Shedding her boots, Addie Mae turned to go up the stairs, but stopped when she heard her parents voices coming down the hall.<br/><br/><em>"John, we can't afford the place anymore. Selling is our only option..." "I know, Sally, but we have other options. Maybe I can make better investments or-" "No, John. You stop right there. We are not doing that!" "Sally, if worst comes to worst, we could contract her off to a family friend who would take excellent care of her. We could put in the contract she could stay near u-" "John, I will never, ever forgive you if you sell our daughter. I will leave and never come back. The farm be damned!"</em><br/><br/>Addie Mae had run up the stairs, tears streaming down her face as she realized the severity of the situation. Her father was actually considering selling her into the slave market. After he had promised her years ago that he wouldn't ever do something of the sort. She had graduated with honors in her high school, made it through her final year of college and was very close to graduating with a degree in Technical English so she could be an editor in New York.<br/><br/>Days passed, and a funk lingered over the Thompson Equestrian Farm, Addie Mae blurting out that she finally knew about the slave market and her potential for being in it. It had struck her parents that she had found out, and after a very, very long discussion over dinner, Addie Mae made the decision to become a slave, if only to save the farm and horses from certain doom. "I will do it, based on the fact that I will be auctioned off to a good family friend, who will love me and let me see you all." It was not promised, but Addie Mae had a good feeling it would come true. Gullible and naive as she was, many found her personality appealing, like sweet iced tea on a hot Louisiana afternoon.<br/><br/>The day the car pulled up to take her away, Addie Mae said good bye to her family, knowing full well that she would see them again soon. Six months later, here she was, in the slave market, hardly trained and defiant as ever. The promise of a good master and seeing her family again had vanished in the first month of her training. The idea that she would submit to another based on sex was an entirely different story. She had fought tooth and nail against it, causing several of the trainers to come away with bloody scratches on their bodies. It wasn't that Addie Mae wasn't a virgin; she'd had at least three boyfriends before now, and had sex multiple times with them all. It was more of the fact that she would be subjected to this type of torture based on the boobs and pussy she had. It was disgusting and something she would never, ever give up fighting for.<br/><br/>The pedestal she stood on made her nude body high up above the crowd, so if they looked up just enough, they could see everything they wanted on her: boobs, pussy and ass. It was enough to make her stomach clench over several times. Her hands had been handcuffed behind her back to keep her hands where they ought to be to display the best assets she had: her breasts. Being a horse rider all her life, Addie Mae was by no means meek and slim figured. She had muscle in her thighs, a tight stomach, and a set of arms and shoulders that told you she had definitely done work a time or two on a 1200 pound champion horse. Her blonde hair had been piled high on her head, the tendrils of her hair purposefully set around her face to give her an angelic look. Ha! If only they knew. Her green eyes burned at each and every individual that passed by her, stopping by to see her history and giving her a frown as they realized just how much work would be put into.<br/><br/><em>Good,</em>she thought,<em>maybe if I glare a bit longer, no one will want me and I can continue on my path to getting the hell out of here.</em>