Chapter Nine
~Derek~
Submissive women, slaves and chattel enter Senor Montero’s villa through the side door. They present themselves to the patriarch of the dominant arts humbly bowing at his feet before they’re allowed to say a word, or join the rest of the guests in the Spaniard’s domain.
The countryside around his vast estate glimmers golden this time of year. It is sometimes hot on these first days of September, sometimes cool. The fields are ripening for harvest much the way the glorious cunts inside Montero’s world ripen for plucking as they make their way about this enclave of the debauched and decadent. The prurient degrading of the s****l slaves is celebrated here with a gusto I’ve found matchless anywhere else.
Kirsten Cates Fitzgerald follows the many numbers of surrender
