“She’s one of the more sensitive slaves I’ve run across too. Go ahead,” I could almost feel him nodding to the potential. I gasp when the potential's hand slides between my legs, his fingers roughly digging into my flesh, glad that the heat has made me slick with sweat. I swallow a cry as he grabs my hair with his other hand and pulls my head back, my breath speeding up as he saws his fingers across my clit, the handler stepping back, keeping an eye on the man abusing me as he engages another potential, the other slaves, bound like I, looking on pityingly, the other potentials pausing to watch my humiliation.
I unfocus my gaze, trying to send my mind elsewhere, but he slips his fingers into me, his thumb mashing my clit, his fingers curling inside me, my lips swelling, my juices squelching obscenely in my ears.
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