It happened that the blonde girl felt resented from the attitudes of his brunette companion. She noticed that the girl was really loving the High Defensor and she concluded that she had informed him about the existence of the other convicted.
- You could have lied, bitch. You could have said that I was dead - she said one occasion in the mines.
- I am sorry - answered, full of fear, the cute brunette - I did not have the idea...
- You bitch!
The beautiful blonde was really resented. One day, in a muddy place, he had the opportunity of catch her ex-companion and really gave her a(nother!) beatdown.
- You could have lied, bitch. You could have said that I was dead - she said one occasion in the mines.
- I am sorry - answered, full of fear, the cute brunette - I did not have the idea...
- You bitch!
The beautiful blonde was really resented. One day, in a muddy place, he had the opportunity of catch her ex-companion and really gave her a(nother!) beatdown.
Albeit the wardens were trained to break up fights between the convicts, they loved to watch the girls fighting. So, they intervened only when to poor brunette was severely thrashed.
As all the people in Psing-pour had the right to petition, the High Defensor asked the High Tutor the changing of the forced labour sentence of his loved brunette. He proposed that the girl could serve time at his rural property, working in agriculture, under the strict supervision of his wife. The High Tutor agreed, for "the guarantee of life of the convict".
The poor brunette suffered like hell at the hands of the High Defensor's vixen wife. She had to do the job of the animals, like pulling the plough...
As all the people in Psing-pour had the right to petition, the High Defensor asked the High Tutor the changing of the forced labour sentence of his loved brunette. He proposed that the girl could serve time at his rural property, working in agriculture, under the strict supervision of his wife. The High Tutor agreed, for "the guarantee of life of the convict".
The poor brunette suffered like hell at the hands of the High Defensor's vixen wife. She had to do the job of the animals, like pulling the plough...
...or turn the wheel mill... even in front of illustrious foreigners visitors...
Besides that, the vixen wife suspected of the real intentions of her husband and chastised the poor girl every time he supposed that they had had sex...
Oh, poor girl, she was punished many, lots of, millions of times...
The registers do not inform about the subsequent events in the life of our beautiful convicts...
End of the year... I will change my subject now. Enough of captivity fantasies for a while... The first post of the new year must be related to a really new subject. After all, new year, new life...
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