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You know, Alberto, what glory is coming about me – I do not throw words to the wind.
Lusinare released Isaur, took a bottle of whiskey and sipped from the neck.
Then, turning to the intimidated Izaura said, go, take everything off and put yourself in order.
Today I will show you how to deal with black naughty slaves.
We have a lot of fun today, Alberto.

In horror, Izaura realized that the only chance to save her honor was to hide.
Quietly making her way to the black exit, the girl threw open the door leading to the garden, sneaked in, hiding behind the trees and ran to the forest.
She ran for the third hour, disheveled and tore her dress on the branches of the bush.
Sometimes she heard the sound of a car.
Enraged by the rebelliousness and arisen desire to subjugate, break the girl, Lusinara made drunk Alberto catch up with the fugitive.
The car had to be left, as the bridge was too shaky.
Izaura rushed into the thicket, and the pursuers rushed after her.

Exhausted Izaura quickly stopped.
Her heart was pounding from fatigue and fright.
Lusinare overtook her and knocked down his weight.
He stood up, and Izaura remained lying on the ground, white with fear.
Nalomai rods, Alberto, I will tie her to a fallen tree.
Lusinare tore off his clothes from Izura and dragged him to the fallen trunk.
First, I will teach you good manners, and then we will continue the entertainment.
Yes, Alberto? After all, you are now my accomplice, friend.
Help me to tie her, but take off her dress, let the slave understand that you are her Master.
Izaura, naked and humiliated, lay on her stomach on the rough trunk, the bark painfully dug into the skin.
Her arms and legs, wrapped around a tree, were tightly tied underneath by ropes that Alberto brought from the car.
Lusinare swung and hit hard with fresh rods on the gentle girl ass.
Izaura screamed in pain.
Lusinare beat her again and again until Isaura began to sob loudly and beg for help.

I’ll screw it up, gritting my teeth and saying to Lusinare.
Izaura, alternating prayers and moans, began to beg to spare her.
I will do everything, everything and no one will know from me what happened today in this forest.
I am a slave, she was and always will be.
I will always fulfill all the desires of the young gentlemen.
Tired of flogging, Lusinara threw back the twigs, untied Isaur and said.
Crawl to us and try to appease your masters so that we have mercy on you.
Izaura crawled, and began to kiss the boots of Alberto and Lusinare.
She forgot her old pride and diligently fulfilled everything that the young libertines asked her, who enjoyed sex perverted and enjoyed the eternal helplessness of the girl.
After finishing all the alcohol, Lusinara and Alberto sat in the car and drove to the estate.
Exhausted, raped, Izaura ran after her, her hands were tied with a car cable to the back of the car.

For Izaura, life in the manor’s house had completely changed.
Alberto showed himself to be a cruel, powerful and uncontrollable man.
He put his whims above all, not even considering the parental opinion.
Mrs. Fernanda, Alberto’s mother, often complained to him to Isaure.
But what could Izaura do? For her, the dark days came.
Or rather the night.
In the afternoon, Alberto left for the city, walked there for taverns, squandered money in the campaign of the same young tricksters, and late at night he came home very drunk and called Isaura into his room.
For him, she existed only as a means of releasing her lust.
At times, he humiliated Isaur in retaliation for the girls who had denied him intimacy, or disrupting his anger, in response to the half-drunk jokes of his fellow drinking companions, who feel that in fact, Alberto does not represent anything.
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