Her new owner had come in to give her a pill that had stopped her memory wiling.
Not a second too late. If she hadn't had these scars on her wrists. She surely would have forgotten everything.
It had something to do with shackles. And she'd broken free. Punisment made opportunity. She was a fighter. All else was lost to her.
She wouldn't cry.
The nameless girl took a deep breath and looked at her surroundings.
A white room. No windows. One door. Two beds.
There was a woman laying besides her. Pale skinned. Also with a dick hanging between her legs. The black girl couldn't help but feel pride over how much larger her own was.
Had it always been there? She couldn't remember. But it was wrong. Women didn't have a dick. Only those with soul had one. And only men posessed a soul. It gave them the right to own and moddify a womans body.
Was that really how it worked? Could she trust her brain now it had even forgotten her own name?
She let her hand trail over the stiff shaft of her new member. It felt real. Real and really, really good. Her touch made her dick rise even higher, grow even bigger. She needed. She needed...
Her blank mind exploded as the orgasm washed over her.
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