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rampant desire, and mental images of Calema lying prostrate and chained whilst her lithe body was plundered by some nameless hulk didn’t help to ease her pain in the slightest.
    She suddenly began to wonder if her friend was safe. Would she be likewise restrained, perhaps in another prison somewhere within the rambling passageways of the old palace? Perhaps her fate had been worse, far worse. There had been the distinct noise of battle resounding from outside during the long hours that the two slaves had taken Sahria, but the intense pleasure she was experiencing at the time had caused her to blot out the sounds.
    The iron door to the dungeon opened with a resounding thud. Princess Sahria raised her head as far as her bonds would allow and saw the large silhouette of a man standing in the arched portal. ‘Well, sweet princess,’ boomed a voice she instantly recognised. ‘We meet again.’
    ‘Sarne!’ she hissed venomously. ‘Are you responsible for this?’
    The figure moved forward, the dim torchlight catching his proud features and highlighting the cruelty of his expression. ‘I vowed I would return,’ he growled, ‘and now your kingdom is mine.’
    Sahria felt a tightness within her chest as the enormity of his words hit her. ‘What do you mean?’ she demanded. ‘Where is my father, the king?’
    The prince walked silently over to her and ran a hand contemptuously over the globes of her breasts. Sahria struggled vainly until the pain caused by the clawing of her shackles against her tender flesh became intense. ‘I demand to know where my father is, you vermin!’ she screamed.
    ‘You are in no position to demand anything, sweet princess. Your father has fled like a coward. I am king now, and you will do my bidding.’
    ‘Never!’ shouted Sahria, twisting her body awkwardly. The rings piercing her sex lips tugged fiercely at her tenderness and induced a copious flow from within her lust-wracked body, the juices seeping between her buttocks. The prince pinched her nipple hard, which forced her to cry out in pain.
    ‘You will learn to obey me, princess,’ he said calmly. He rolled the throbbing, erect nipple between his fingers before again digging the nails into the tortured flesh. ‘Your days of domination are over. No longer will you be able to treat your lovers like animals, beating them into submission. Now you are the victim, and you will learn to love your acquiescence.’
    Sahria lay back her head on the harsh wooden board. Her anger, whilst still powerful, was subsiding as the incongruous warmth between her legs gave testament to her rising state of arousal. ‘Will you kill me?’ she said, her voice unusually meek and trembling.
    Sarne smiled almost kindly and ran his hand over the smooth flatness of her stomach before resting it on her wet pussy. He cupped the hot flesh with his palm, his skin feeling rough against her, and then he probed between the parted lips with searching fingers. He shook his head. ‘No, that would be a terrible waste,’ he replied, simply. His tongue slid across his upper lip as he watched her hips begin to move in suppliant response to his intimate caress. ‘No,’ he continued. ‘There are many games I would have you play, and much that you must learn.’
    ‘And if I refuse?’
    Sarne squeezed her soft mound harshly, the sudden pressure causing her to wince. ‘You will not refuse,’ he said severely. ‘You will learn to obey and, when I am satisfied that you have become the most compliant of creatures this prize will be yours.’ He drew back his cloak and gripped his fierce erection proudly, once more presenting it to her like a trophy. She gazed in wonder at its hugeness. If anything, it seemed larger than she remembered it.
    She began to shake involuntarily. The prince grinned. ‘Ah, sweet child, you still yearn for it, don’t you? You still dream of the day that this massive stalk will slide like a rigid serpent within your succulent sheath, do you not,