That day, the gentlemen left for the city, to the house of Don Avares Stemton. Stemton received the post of chief judge of the city and invited all influential people to celebrate this event. A young Don Alberto, a dissolute young man, not distinguished by decency or upbringing, using the departure of his parents, immediately called his friend Lusinare to drink a couple of bottles from his father’s collection. Lusinare was older than Don Alberto, he was a cheeky reel, spoiled by easy money, and, by nature, equally wild and unpredictable.

“Alberto, damn you, I want champagne and cigars.” Yes, let these damn niggaz will remove champagne in the glacier. And what is this cute girl - asked Lusinara, pointing to Isaur. A young girl, a pupil of Alberto's mother, accidentally left her room and, catching her eyes, hurried to disappear as soon as possible. "What a young flower," Lusinara reached out to her. Buddy, I want this doll to serve us champagne nude. Alberto was confused, he was afraid that his parents would find out and punish him. “Don't, Lusinare,” said Alberto, leave her, she will be talking to my mom. Lusinare roughly grabbed Izaura and pulled her to him. Alberto, what are you talking about, how did you dismiss your niggas. He pulled Isaure’s dress up and tried to put her hand in her panties. If this bitch says something, call me, I will lock her to a pulp, and then I will take her to my dogman and give up on the pleasure of my male dogs. You know, Alberto, what glory is coming about me - I do not throw words to the wind. Lusinare released Isaur, took a bottle of whiskey and sipped from the neck. Then, turning to the intimidated Izaura said, go, take everything off and put yourself in order. Today I will show you how to deal with black naughty slaves. We have a lot of fun today, Alberto.

In horror, Izaura realized that the only chance to save her honor was to hide. Quietly making her way to the black exit, the girl threw open the door leading to the garden, sneaked in, hiding behind the trees and ran to the forest. She ran for the third hour, disheveled and tore her dress on the branches of the bush. Sometimes she heard the sound of a car. Enraged by the rebelliousness and arisen desire to subjugate, break the girl, Lusinara made drunk Alberto catch up with the fugitive.

The car had to be left, as the bridge was too shaky. Izaura rushed into the thicket, and the pursuers rushed after her. Exhausted Izaura quickly stopped. Her heart was pounding from fatigue and fright. Lusinare overtook her and knocked down his weight. He stood up, and Izaura remained lying on the ground, white with fear. Nalomai rods, Alberto, I will tie her to a fallen tree. Lusinare tore off his clothes from Izura and dragged him to the fallen trunk. First, I will teach you good manners, and then we will continue the entertainment. Yes, Alberto? After all, you are now my accomplice, friend. Help me to tie her, but take off her dress, let the slave understand that you are her Master. Izaura, naked and humiliated, lay on her stomach on the rough trunk, the bark painfully dug into the skin. Her arms and legs, wrapped around a tree, were tightly tied underneath by ropes that Alberto brought from the car. Lusinare swung and hit hard with fresh rods on the gentle girl ass. Izaura screamed in pain. Lusinare beat her again and again until Isaura began to sob loudly and beg for help. I'll screw it up, gritting my teeth and saying to Lusinare. Izaura, alternating prayers and moans, began to beg to spare her. I will do everything, everything and no one will know from me what happened today in this forest.

I am a slave, she was and always will be. I will always fulfill all the desires of the young gentlemen.

Tired of flogging, Lusinara threw back the twigs, untied Isaur and said.Crawl to us and try to appease your masters so that we have mercy on you. Izaura crawled, and began to kiss the boots of Alberto and Lusinare. She forgot her old pride and diligently fulfilled everything that the young libertines asked her, who enjoyed sex perverted and enjoyed the eternal helplessness of the girl. After finishing all the alcohol, Lusinara and Alberto sat in the car and drove to the estate. Exhausted, raped, Izaura ran after her, her hands were tied with a car cable to the back of the car.

For Izaura, life in the manor’s house had completely changed. Alberto showed himself to be a cruel, powerful and uncontrollable man. He put his whims above all, not even considering the parental opinion. Mrs. Fernanda, Alberto's mother, often complained to him to Isaure. But what could Izaura do? For her, the dark days came. Or rather the night. In the afternoon, Alberto left for the city, walked there for taverns, squandered money in the campaign of the same young tricksters, and late at night he came home very drunk and called Isaura into his room. For him, she existed only as a means of releasing her lust. At times, he humiliated Isaur in retaliation for the girls who had denied him intimacy, or disrupting his anger, in response to the half-drunk jokes of his fellow drinking companions, who feel that in fact, Alberto does not represent anything. Usually Alberto rude Isauru, forcing her to undress. After that, he fell into bed, and Izaura had to undress him, undress, bring warm water to the basin and wash Alberto's genitals. After these "ceremonies", Izaura took a member of sleep Alberto in her mouth and warmed and licked her head with her tongue, lightly massaging the testicles with her hands. When Alberto littered, Izaura left.

But sometimes Alberto could not fall asleep for a long time, then he forced Isaur to read magazines for him at night, kneeling in front of the bed, or take various shameless poses and stay in them, irritating the clitoris and spreading his labia to make it easier for Alberto to “study anatomy Izaury. Sometimes Alberto would come home in a rage, then he would just beat Isaur, or with a belt, or whip for slaves, and then chain him into shoes and hold him until morning. He could pour hot coffee on her legs, grabbed her nipples, made her sit on a bottle of champagne. He could attach metal clothespins to her labia and fasten them to the collar of his beloved mother's lap. Alberto brought home half-drunk girls from the street a couple of times and forced Isaur to excite them in lesbian ways. Once Alberto brought drunk friends home. That night, Alberto refused to wash and forced Isaur to lick and massage his anus. By the smell, the girl guessed that Alberto had entered into a relationship with a man this evening.

Chime Isaure had to wake up before anyone else in the house, put on her own clothes, get out, and then help get dressed up to Mrs. By the arrival of the cook, Izaura had to boil water in pans. After breakfast, Mrs. Izaura set aside time for independent classes in languages, art, but only at that moment the girl, once alone in her room, could have had a little sleep. Fatigue and uncertainty - what will happen tonight, whether Alberto will come home, leave her alone, or beaten, make you humiliate, or maybe you just have to listen to Alberto's drunken narcissistic speeches until dawn - all these expectations beat Izaur out of the rhythm of life educated, educated , young girl. She became pensive, study, of course, was not given to her as easily and with such interest as before. The cook, the governess, the housekeeper — everybody tried to somehow make Isaure's life easier, without giving the impression that they were aware of what was happening at night in Alberto’s room.

The servants knew what was happening, everyone pitied Isaur, but they were afraid to tell about the behavior of Alberto - everyone was afraid of revenge from an unpredictable bullshit who drank his last mind, on dad's money. And who will believe the dark-skinned women, slaves. After all, the Buarez family raised a beautiful child, a little mistaken, but in the end, he will certainly take up the mind and become an exemplary family man, a respected politician and speaker, and a wise don. And what a sensitive and thrifty planter Alberto will be - ...