"Hi slut bitch, your Owner has arrived!" @MeninChains

I think it's been weeks since they locked me in this dark, filthy, hot, damp cell. I wasted track of time because I didn't even know if it was day or night.

I'm here naked and chained up all the time, and they haven't let go of me once; I can't move, I have cramps and pain all over my body, and I can only squirm to avoid worse sores and cramps. I've gotten used to urinating and shitting just by turning on my side.

Only one guard enters the cell, and it's always the same. I recognize and love his deep, strong voice. But when he opens the door, I never know what he's going to do.

The only thing I can predict is his greeting: "Hi slut bitch, your Owner has arrived!"

Sometimes he whips and spanks me, laughing and enjoying my suffering. Sometimes carelessly, without patience, he removes my feces and washes me using buckets of dirty, cold water. Sometimes he urinates on my head and back. Other times he throws stale bread and vegetables within reach of my mouth for me to eat. I eat and drink everything I can, whether water or urine.

Sometimes he kneels behind my back spits on the club before shoving it hard and deep into my ass.

I don't know his name, I don't think he knows mine, but I feel he loves me.

It's amusing to see the desperation and effort on the animals' faces not to be among the last places.

After the abolition of any restriction on the free trade of all living species, the trade and breeding of human beasts quickly prospered, generating wealth and all sorts of new activities. 

Races with horses that had all but disappeared had left racetracks underutilized. These places began to host human beast races. 

At first, with natural and normal beasts the results were disappointing. The animals were small and even with smaller jockeys they could not perform well. Then, with genetic improvement of breeding, they managed to produce larger, stronger animals capable of carrying jockeys for greater distances and faster.

A tradition that emerged in the first races and ended up being preserved is that in races with ten animals, the last two placed animals are slaughtered at the finish line. This custom motivates the animals to run, entertains the audiences and makes the races much more exciting.

It's amusing to see the desperation and effort on the animals' faces not to be among the last places.