Not much.

"Bitch!" Master hits the girl with a backhanded slap. "Be grateful. You deserve a lot worse for wasting my fucking time." You still can't believe Michelle's account had no more than one hundred and fifty dollars.

With a hand unconsciously rubbing your lean belly, you can't help but be racked with guilt and self loathing. Quite frankly, you're a horrible woman, lower than trash even.

How many females out there would kill for what you have, a sexy lanky guy with a jackhammer for a cock, someone who fucks them into nirvana every day. And yet you have failed to provide for him and his child, who even now is growing inside your belly.

"I-I'm s-sorry." You start to say as tears stream down your cheeks. "I'm so sorry, master!"

Your crying interrupts Michelle's punishment, and the kidnapper's expression softens. "Shh. It's okay." He gently gathers you in his strong, musky smelling arms. "It's not your fault. I know my little slut did the best she could."

But the solace just makes you feel worse. You failed him. Why won't master punish you? Why is he being so kind? You truly don't deserve such an amazing owner.

And at that moment, your resolve strengthens and the enslavement process was completed once and for all. Master is your everything, the best you could ever hope for. From now on, any poor fool who stands in his way will have to deal with you too.

"Anyway, I don't keep you for your bimbo brain, sweet tits." Master explained as he gently moved a tear stained strand of hair behind your ear. "Now, stop crying, pet. I already have an idea."