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Chapter Six-1
Chapter Six Hot mid-morning sun beat down on Arabella and Belinda, droplets of sweat beading their naked breasts and bellies as they arched and spread their bodies into the graceful and blatantly erotic poses ordered by Ranee as the tall Indian slave put them through the rigorous training regime which had become a daily routine. “Kneeling display,” Ranee commanded, then, when she had checked to ensure that both women’s thighs were fully spread and their spines hollowed to present their breasts, snapped “Hogtie.” and watched closely as the English slaves fell to their bellies in the dust and reached back to grip their own ankles, the strain of the position curving their bodies until their tautened breasts and slim thighs barely brushed the earth on which they lay. The position was not an
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