The Fiery Ginger

Turning to your left, your eyes are drawn to the luscious form of the copper-haired beauty held within. Chained tightly to the wall, her toned body and ample bosom heave with passion and strength as she struggles and squirms in vain against her bonds. Completely nude, her flaming red hair cascades down over her body, giving her some form of modest covering to your appreciative gaze.

Her head raises as she feels your lecherous gaze upon her tanned skin. Her amber eyes, burning with anger, meet yours without an inch of submission or fear.

"What's your name?" you ask her nonchalantly.

"Fuck you, swine," she snarls back. "I will not give you the satisfaction."

She spits at you with accuracy that would make the best of llamas proud. You nonchalantly rub your boot on the dirt floor to remove the spit.

"I am sorry, young master." Garmen says. "I believe her name is Carla. She was brought in from the lands to the southwest, down near the jungles. The savage tribes who live down there are notoriously hard to capture and train, making her a very rare specimen for human chattel, and, as you can see, that reputation is definitely earned. This girl's temper is hot as coals and she has already injured two of my contractors during transport-"

"I didn't think her spit was that dangerous."

Garmen doesn't seem amused. "Young master, she nearly tore out their eyes. I fear that one as inexperienced as yourself may find her a bit...difficult. Might I suggest you examine some of the other slaves? Perhaps one that may be more easily molded to your will?"

Master-V: Sorry for the technical difficulties. Until I figure out why my images keep messing up in the story I am having the pictures moved to my DeviantArt account. Follow the link if you wish to see the newly updated picture of Carla.

https://www.deviantart.com/vincent-of-the-mask/art/Carla-in-****-cell-883498471?ga_submit_new=10%3A1624426724