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Melody lay under her blanket on the well-worn cot, darkness surrounding her. Not a sound to be heard besides the slow breathing of the other slaves, which to her may as well have been coming from a mile off. She didn’t think that anybody else knew what she was doing- at least, she hoped not. It didn’t matter, though, because as much as she would hate that, she wasn’t going to stop now.
Her hand was moving rapidly between her legs, where a warmth was growing, a dampness rising. Her breathing was becoming faster, her face flushing hot with arousal. The image of the blonde master had entered her mind, and she couldn’t erase it, no matter how hard she might try. She imagined him touching her, as she was touching herself now, imagined his hands on her body, his lips on hers. Her conscious mind knew that it wasn’t right to be thinking of one of them like this, but that didn’t matter. She was sure to feel weird and gross about it afterwards, but right now she had to keep going.
