Reluctantly she shows you

Disheartened Camalia looks away from you. She knows she has no choice but to let you examine her most private of areas. Though the humiliation seemed almost as painful. Camalia balled her fists before speaking, trying to muster up whatever courage still lied in the blond girls tiny and hurt body.

"Can...can you at least send those two away?" Camalia asks almost pleadingly. Seems she is willing to submit to your order but she also wishes to keep at least some of her dignity. "What and miss the show? Sorry blondie but there is no way we are missing this."

Charles says boastfully. The man really did not have any tactical skills. It was no wonder why he had such issues training his new slave. "Don't mind him Camalia. He has to catch every glimpse he can get of a women.

Let's just say he is having issues at home." You say mirthfully. Charles scowls lightly at you, taking the shot in stride. Camalia meanwhile did not say a word. She kept silently hoping you would show some semblance of mercy.

Something you had no intention of doing. Before you could speak further Katlin quickly walks in from of Camalia and kneels down to her level. Camalia looks up, making eye contact with your fiancé.

"Don't worry about me either. After all you will be seeing as much from me soon enough. I'm sure my dear Andrean will want his wife to be and his new pet to be intently acquainted." Camalia looked dumbfounded as she tried to process what the busty brunette just said.

"Did...did you say...fiancé?" Camalia asked confused. Katlin nodded. "Yes. Andrean here and I are betrothed.

We have been since childhood. Now that we are finally of age we will be wed soon. Lucky man gets two cute girls for his big one eight." Katlin winked at Camalia who seemed more downtrodden now that she knew her new owner was to be married soon. "I've not only been violated and stripped of any dignity but I will be some mistress on top of it?"

Camalia then realized that Katlin seemed to be eyeing the blond as hungrily as any man did. Something Camalia did not appreciate. "I really hope I'm just his mistress. I think this woman might actually be worse than he is! Andrean at least keeps himself composed.

This girl looks like she will pin me down and do divines know what at any moment!" Camalias body shook as her fear of Katlin grew. "Indeed I am. And I don't want my god fortune ruined by a wounded slave. Now turn around Camalia and show us all where it hurts."

Adding emphasis on the word 'all' you let Camalia know you will not allow any compromise. She is your slave and will do as you command without complaint. Knowing better than to argue with you by now Camalia slowly shuffles herself away from you. Her round rear is placed in front of you. Katlin is mere inches away from it.

Charles whistles loudly as a compliment to your slaves fine ass. Tears well up in Camalias eyes, threatening to spill over. She was able to hold the back through sheer will as she did not want to cry in front of you and your friends. "Wow you have a little more back here than I would have guessed. How did you hurt yourself back here with all the extra padding?" Katlin asked through giggles.

While you enjoy Camalias humiliation you see she has a rather nasty looking bruise right above her bubbly booty. "Huh? Guess you really did hurt yourself pretty bad. Does it hurt while your like that?" You ask with actual empathy.

Camalia seems to pick up on that as she answers your question almost imminently. "Sniff...no. It's when I try and stand up that it hurts." Gently you stroke the area, feeling for anything out of place. Camalia sharply sucks in air through her teeth, indicating pain.

Quickly you pull your hand back, not wanting to hurt Camalia. At least not like this. "Hurts with just that? Wow it really must be bad. Can you left you leg up?"

"Yeah I can move them fine." Camalia answers, not understanding what you want her to do. "No, I need you to lift your leg up. Kind of like when I dog uses the bathroom." You order her nonchalantly.

Camalias saddened face leaves, replaced by one of shock. "What!!?" Your friends laugh at your order, thinking it was for their amusement. Truth be told you wanted to test her flexibility while in such a state. Her humiliation was just a bonus.

"Oh just do it. I need to make sure the whole area isn't tender." While not happy in the slightest Camalia obeys, surprising you a little. "I really thought she was going to fight me more on that. Guess that fire in her is finally cooling down."

Camalia lifts her leg up just a bit before the pain becomes too much for her. It was enough for you all to get a good look at her lower lips. "Is that how far you can raise your leg?" You ask, sounding a bit more professional than usual. Breathing heavily Camalia nodded her head.

You allow her to put her leg down after a minute or two. Truth be told you only needed her to do it for a few seconds but you liked her in that pose. As did your friends. "Okay now press your chest to the ground but keep you ass up." Camalia looks back to you with a dirty and suspicious look.

Again you wait for her to argue only to be surprised by her obedience. She slowly lowers herself down to the ground while her ass rises a bit. Though you can hear that Camalia has started crying. All the humiliation and forced exposure finally getting to her. Still the fact that she would follow your order regardless of her feelings meant she was learning her place.

"Does it hurt like that?" You ask trying to sound sympathetic. When slaves begin to break it is good to show them a bit of kindness. "N....n-no." Gently you cup her bottom with one hand.

Slowly you kneed her fleshy tooshie. Camalias body shakes lightly under your grasp. "Looks like you bruised your tailbone. Should be fine but you will be walking on all fours for a while. Guess I picked the right spot for you after all."

Camalia continues to cry, clearly unappreciative of your humor. Though as you continue to massage her bottom cheek you see that Camalia has become quit wet. Her juices drip down between her legs, making a small puddle between her legs. "Looks like miss prim and proper likes it rough." You think to yourself while smiling wickedly.