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mouth redoubled its work on Salif’s dick. Salif waited for Ibo to set the rhythm, then set his own counterpoint. The girl’s body moved helplessly between the two of them, first Ibo pushing her to Salif’s mouth, then Salif thrusting into her waiting mouth, sending her back and impaled on Ibo’s thick cock, and so on, till Ibo clenched his hands, grabbing Leila’s hips, and came with a shouted groan.
    Leila’s fingers had been rubbing her clitoris in her own inward rhythm, and as she felt Ibo quivering in her ass, she too came in a shuddering climax. But her training held firm, she never let go of Salif’s mouth, as she, despite the explosion of her own orgasm, kept the motion of her mouth steady, her reaction secondary to her purpose of giving Salif pleasure.
    Salif felt his blood rise, felt the familiar clenching of his loins. “No, not yet…” he said harshly. He would be alone with the slave when he came. He put a hand out, stopped the girl. She let go of his cock, slumped down on the bed.
    Ibo stirred himself. He silently pulled on his clothes. Salif could hear him move in the adjoining bathroom, hear the water run as Ibo washed himself. The door opened, closed, and Salif was once again alone with the slave.
    “My lord prince.” She was kneeling on the floor the instant the door shut, her eyes on the ground, a tremor running through her voice. “I made eye-contact, I called you by your name, I drank in front of you, and I failed to answer a question. I have failed my training, my lord prince. I beg you to punish me.”
    That damn training again. Some of it necessary, but yet, as his father had shaped the program, so much of the training designed to strip out the essence of the girl, to replace the personality within by an empty vessel, designed to hold only what the contract-holder wished.
    I would change that, bring back the old ways.
    “Do you wish to be punished?” Salif’s voice was harsh.
    An impossible question, he knew. She would have to speak truth to him, but she may not flinch away from punishment. She couldn’t admit she feared his punishment.
    She hesitated, trying to form words that would guide her out of this fissure. There were none. Salif’s eyes were cold and unrelenting.
    Finally, she answered, bowed before him in the humblest obeisance. “No, my lord prince.” Her voice was the merest thread of sound. The desire to be spared punishment was counter to all her training. She didn’t rise from her position on the floor.  
    But Salif’s eyes were softening. The right answer. He gazed down at her sweat-sheened body, at the trembling held-in-check; part fear, part exhaustion. The girl had served for over three hours, and her muscles were trembling with fatigue.
    Salif glanced at the clock. 4 am. The time swiftly approached when he’d have to make a decision. Return to Argentia and fight, or flee and hide. He had two hours at most before he must make a move. He deliberately emptied his mind, let the chant of peace and calm wash over his mind. The girl still lay bowed at his feet.
    His voice, when he spoke again was crisp, commanding. “Refresh yourself, rest for a half-hour. You are going to need the energy.”
    She rose to her feet, elegance in the motion. “Thank you, my lord prince.” He could hear her move to the bathroom, hear the sound of the water begin to run.

Chapter 3: Always Raina
    Salif sat on the bed, a silent coil of tense energy. In his mind, the chant for peace was running over and over again, as he strove for calm. Two hours.
    Use the girl as distraction.
    Raina’s voice, in his head again, filled still with amused mocking. She was always there with him.
    The girl came out of the shower, naked, her skin glistening with moisture, her hair damp tendrils around her face. She walked over to the bed, and sank gracefully on her knees next to Salif. “My thanks, my lord prince.”
    “Get on the bed.” An order.
    I will fuck the girl now, and then, I will pick a path