The master was sitting in his chair and watching something on his screen while waiting for his cup of tea. Nineteenth just brought it, this action gradually turned into a ritual, almost every meeting they meet, she puts the cup on the table like that, pours the milk first and only then pours the drink itself and presents it to the master.

“Thank you,” he said shortly, without interrupting his work.

At these moments he resembled some British lord. The slave woman smiled at her thoughts and sat on the floor, next to the master, which was already part of the ritual, now the conversation was about to begin.

- How is the practice? - the master finally broke the silence.
“You were right, it’s not at all the same as past experience,” the girl began to express her thoughts.

“But you expected a little more than that?” - a smirk appeared on the master's face, as if he knew everything in the world. He stretched out his hand to the table, took a couple of candies, one immediately dissolved in his mouth, and the second he handed to the girl.

The nineteenth leaned forward, the distance was clearly more than she could reach, so the slave leaned on her hands, smoothly getting on all fours and gently grabbed her teeth with the proposed delicacy. Next to the table was her glass of water, the slave leaned over to a straw sticking out of the glass and took a couple of sips. That's better, now you can continue.

“If you think about it,” the slave continued, sitting down in the proper place, “this is how you can describe all my stay here.” I expected a little bit of this.

“Brutal wardens, insane orgies, and suffering poor women who, by the will of the villain, are destined to satisfy all dirty fantasies?” - masters, it seems, it's all amused

“I thought so,” the girl blushed slightly and lowered her head, “I was subjected to changes, but in general I only got better, I was trained and forced to work, but I worked on myself and often enjoyed it. Yes, I have sex with people I first saw, but I do not feel disgust or shame. And ... And it scares. Is it only me who has tried on the role of a whore with ease, or is it happening to everyone?

“Not with everyone, that’s for sure,” the master suddenly became serious, “and that’s why we are here now.” I know that you do not really communicate with others from your group, but you cannot not see or hear them. What do they usually talk about?

“For the most part they complain,” the girl began to recall bits of the dialogue that she could hear from the rest of the slaves, “on a world that allows them to suffer so much on you, the cruel tormentors, and of course on the staff.” Sometimes mad at me.

- If you look closely, then for them this place is exactly the same as you described. The irony is that they blame the whole world, cherish the idea that they were simply unlucky, that they were born in a family with great wealth, or if they were lucky and would be seen by a rich patron, sponsor, manager, everything would have turned out perfect. No, it would not have happened. Even if they were the children of millionaires, they would have been just as limp as lazy people, they would have squandered the state of their parents. Now they are attractive and desirable only because they are afraid of punishment, but they perceive their studies as hard labor. You and your friends are another thing, you understand that any hopeless situation can be done better, you just need to try. Do you understand? - master narrowed his eyes.

The girl could not keep a smile and nodded.

- That's great. Today, you, too, have practice?
- Yes, I took into account the previous experience and will try to make everything better.

Victor nodded, indicating that he was satisfied with the answer and switched to another topic.

“And we already decided that you would not come,” the eight were already waiting in the main hall, “suddenly the master was so enchanted by your ... features that he allowed us not to go here.”
“Unfortunately, it's not easy to charm him.” And this thing hasn’t been removed from you yet, two days have already passed, - the Nineteenth nodded at the chastity belt the girlfriend was wearing.
“It's not about the days,” the brunette said, “Mrs. Wanda said she would remove him after twelve members.”
- And how much is left?
- Three.

If the nineteenth saw something, it would have choked for sure.
- In two days?
- Mostly yesterday. Sleepless night, when this miracle vibrator brings you to the brink and turns off, and you can not finish what he started - it turns out to be a great motivator.
“I'm sorry,” the girl didn’t know how to support her friend.
“Yes, not everything is so bad, I even like it,” she looked somewhere over her friend’s shoulder, “but let's not waste time, lustful bitches we or anyone,” the eight smiled and headed for another victim.

The nineteenth was left alone, it would be time for her to look for a man. Previous experience suggested that just stand and wait - the idea is not the best. Only the dolls can afford this, so the men stuck to them instantly. So you had to find the right one and quickly wrap it up in your nets so that it would not float away to another. And the necessary, it seems, has already been found. A tall, trimmed brunette just entered with a small group of friends. All of their companies were about the same physique, maybe military? In favor of this theory spoke and the main feature, which noticed a slave on his chosen one. A large scar was walking from the man's chin, touching the edge of the lip and cheekbone, it ended at the temple. Looking at him, the nineteenth felt a tide of tenderness, immediately wanted to hug and comfort this wounded beast in her arms. But you need to quickly attract attention to yourself, until he was caressed by another.

When his eyes slipped past, the girl deliberately straightened her hair with a deliberately wide movement of her hand. The man is primarily a hunter, so moving objects attract the eye. His eyes stopped for a moment on the girl, their eyes met. This is more than enough. Nineteenth smiled, then took her eyes down, portraying embarrassment, and immediately returned him to the man, spreading into an even bigger smile and biting her lower lip. Then she pulled her graceful pen in his direction and beckoned to her. Of course he went, let the man know that you are interested and show it. But for some reason this simple truth became apparent only here. In a past life, the blonde believed that men telepaths and, in general, should see her energy and understand that she wants to meet.

“Hi,” the man approached her.
- Hello, - the slave bowed, - allow me to be with you today.
“I am pleased to allow it,” he smiled and extended his hand to her.

“I'm Victor,” the guy finally introduced himself.
“Very nice,” the girl bowed again, “my teacher is also called Viktor, a pleasant coincidence.”
- Good man?
- Very intelligent and wise teacher.

- And what is your name?
From this issue, the girl was a little confused.
- I have no name. You must have not been here before, not a single girl has names here, but you can call me by my number, - the slave pointed her finger at her forehead.

- It must be hard to be called a number? - Victor examined her carefully.
“At first it was very hard, and then I stopped worrying about it,” the nineteenth smiled and pushed the man to the bed. He sat down, starting to take off the shirt, the girl took up his pants.

Finally, unbuttoning the belt, she pulled her pants down, along with the laundry. Now they were both naked and the girl had already started to clasp his beginning lips into the ring of her tender lips, as Victor held her.
“Not immediately,” he looked into her eyes, “first I want to kiss you.”

The girl just smiled and clung to his lips.Victor, on the other hand, immediately put her in his arms and they, without looking up from each other, leaned back on the bed. The kiss came out passionate and long, the language of Victor, as it seemed a slave, was explored by everyone ...