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aloud. ‘And then –’
    â€˜Before you did any of those things,’ Donald snapped impatiently. ‘What would be the first thing – the most important thing – you had to do?’
    A smile of understanding dawned over Ginger’s face. She nodded eagerly and said, ‘I’d have to collect my deeds of indenture. I’d have to retrieve the paperwork that says I’m a slave.’
    â€˜Exactly,’ Donald agreed. ‘And where would you go to get your deeds of indenture?’
    Ginger looked set to reply then paused. ‘They’re in one of the baronial halls, aren’t they?’
    â€˜But you don’t know which one, do you?’ The master grinned with smug triumph.
    Frowning unhappily, Ginger shook her head.
    â€˜That was the whole thrill of the chase,’ Donald explained. ‘No slave ever knows where her deeds ofindenture are kept. It’s common knowledge they’re stored in one of the baronial halls but a runaway would have to go from one to another until she found her papers. If a master had any desire to retain ownership of his property, he chased after her and caught her before she achieved her goal.’
    Ginger considered this in silence. She twanged Lucy’s chain listlessly, clearly trying to work something out that Donald’s explanation hadn’t properly explained.
    The reverberation of discomfort was a constant shock and, although she was struggling not to climax, Lucy couldn’t help but be carried to the brink of orgasm. She ground her breasts against the top of the table, hoping fresh anguish from her nipples might hamper her need to come. But the pain only hastened the quickening pulse of her arousal and a fresh surge of adrenaline pounded through her temples. She wanted to sob with relief when the redhead stopped playing with the weights and finally asked the question that had been gnawing at her.
    â€˜What if the slave simply decided to ignore the deeds of indenture? What if she decided to build a new life without worrying about the paperwork?’
    Donald considered this. ‘It’s never been known to happen,’ he said flatly. ‘You saw your own deeds of indenture before they were stored, didn’t you? You’re aware they contain photographs, signatures and details of the duties you agree to perform for your master.’
    Ginger nodded.
    â€˜Well,’ Donald continued, ‘while the norms don’t consider those documents legally binding, that doesn’t mean a former slave – especially an escaped slave – would want anyone to see paperwork that explains how she used to live her life.’
    â€˜But,’ Ginger pressed, ‘if a slave had escaped and you couldn’t find her . . .’
    Donald shook his head. ‘Our empire may currently operate behind closed doors,’ he allowed. ‘But it remains extensive and we all still venture out of our front doors and into the real world on a regular basis. It has always been agreed by the barons that, if a slave were to try and escape and ignore her deeds of indenture, copies of her photograph would be reproduced and distributed. This risk of a media scandal, and the potential threat to our way of life, would be so great that my fellow barons wouldn’t let a genuine runaway remain at large for very long.’
    â€˜It sounds like you miss the days when the chase happened,’ Ginger said quietly.
    Donald sighed and pushed the blonde’s head down towards his scrotum. The end of his dome glistened with a shiny meld of pre-come and saliva and it twitched spasmodically as she gnawed lightly at each of his balls. ‘Halcyon days,’ he decided. ‘Look for it only in books for it is no more than a dream remembered. A civilisation gone with the wind.’
    He slapped his hand against the table and stiffened again.
    Both Lucy and Ginger remained still, watching as he returned to the point of climax. Aware