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 My friend Roberto in Brazil gets his girls from the slums of Rio.  I get
mine from the council estates of the north of England.

   I'm sure there have been many men preying on these girls, but I'm pretty
sure that we were the first to come up with the idea of an exchange.

   The way it works is this - we befriend poor and stupid but good looking
girls.  We lavish presents on them and then take them out of the country on
holiday.  Taxi from the airport, drugged champagne and that's how Manuella
ended up in my basement.  Fair return for delivering Katie from Barnsley to
his place in the jungle last month.

   Manuella is very much our type - really quite dumb and doesn't speak any
English.  She cried a lot when she arrived, but after a couple of days
chained to the wall without water she became more manageable.  Doesn't
speak a word of English, and she never will.  Her life now is to make me
happy to the point where I stop hitting her.  If she's really good I might
even feed her.

   Problem with feeding her is that my customers like them skinny.  Oh yes,
there are men who aren't deterred by the idea that the woman is unwilling
and is suffering abuse.  Quite a few who like it that way.  If you're
married to some nagging fat cow, the chance to slap around a skinny young
thing and roughly give it a good seeing-to is worth paying for.  Hunger
makes her compliant too - not enough energy to fight back, let alone
escape.

   Looking at my emails there's a message from Roberto - with a video file
attachment showing his latest session with the lovely Katie.  It's been
quite a month for her.  I notice she doesn't need to be tied up these days
- obviously Roberto's got her well trained.  Wonder if she'll still be
around next month when I come visit.  All very well yelling at Manuella,
but she doesn't understand enough to be properly scared.  Would be good fun
to scare the living crap out of Katie.

   Oh yes, must make arrangements for Manuella while I'm away - can't just
leave her in the basement all week.  A weekend, sure, I've done that
before. Bag on the head, neck on a short chain to a loop on the floor.  Had
to hose her off when I got back - right mess she'd made of herself.  But a
whole week's different.  Shame I don't trust anyone enough to babysit my
slave.  Some real bastard - maybe he'd be so harsh with her that she'd be
happy to see me again.

   No sign that she's fit to be let off the chains yet - still keeps trying
to escape or scratch my eyes out.  Must get some tips from Roberto - maybe
it's just that Brazilian girls have more spirit than the English ones.

   Anyway, it's time for Manuella to earn her evening meal.  Fancy a nice
slow blowjob - any sign of reluctance and she's upside down chained to the
wall being scourged for an evening.  It's a win-win situation for me.  Life
is good.