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my angel?’
    He gripped her pussy cruelly, his fingernails clawing at her wet flesh. Sahria stared hungrily at his cock and pushed her mound against his palm, breathing heavily, her arousal complete. Apparently sensing her imminent release the prince pulled abruptly away from her and put his glistening fingers to his mouth. The princess glared at him, her anger rising once more.
    Sarne breathed in deeply and then licked his fingertips slowly. ‘Such a scent! Such a taste!’
    Sahria decided to attempt a different approach. ‘Enter me, prince,’ she mewed softly. ‘Fill me with that fine rod and let me draw the juices from you. You will not be sorry.’
    Sarne continued to savour the taste on his fingertips with the occasional lap of his tongue. ‘Your powers are legendary, princess,’ he said, ‘and I realise that I am denying myself many delights. But, until you are my slave completely there can be little pleasure in merely taking your body. Compliance without total capitulation is worthless.’
    Sahria breathed heavily in exasperation. ‘Am I to lie here, unsated and in pain for the rest of my life?’ The princess felt a strange though unwelcome pleasure at the thought.
    Sarne walked towards the open door. ‘You will be freed in an hour, when you have had time to consider my words. You will be brought to the throne room, my throne room, and once there you will obey my every command.’
    He made to walk out of the dungeon and then stopped, turning slowly to face her again. ‘But beware, princess,’ he continued in a quiet but menacing tone. ‘Should you fail me you will know true pain.’
    The door swung heavily on its rusty hinges and clanged to a close behind him. The rasp of iron bolts echoed against the damp stone walls and she was alone again in her misery. An eerie silence pervaded the atmosphere, save for the incessant dripping of water somewhere in the near darkness.
    Sahria relaxed her body and closed her eyes, the ache between her legs subsiding slowly as she began to contemplate her predicament. The wetness beneath her bottom felt cold now, and she couldn’t understand why she had become so incredibly aroused. Her years of holding a position of total domination had not prepared her for this and yet, oddly, she felt excited by the prospect of the unknown. What had he meant, should she fail him? His words spun around inside her head. What terrible delights awaited her in the throne room?
     
    The hour was past all too quickly. The familiar sound of sliding bolts shattered the silence and the old door swung open. Two burly black slaves, the same two who had abused her so wickedly the night before walked into the room, one of them carrying a brightly flaming torch. Both were naked, there manhoods hanging heavily from their muscular bodies and their ebony skin aglow with a fresh sheen of sweat.
    Sahria readied herself, certain that they were about to take her yet again. At least now she would be sated.
    To her profound disappointment however, the slaves merely busied themselves with her shackles and roughly withdrew the thin chains from her pussy rings. They then untied the leather straps that had bound her limbs to tightly to her uncomfortable bed. One of the men, the larger of the two, took hold of the chains that were still fixed to her pierced nipples and yanked them hard, forcing her to rise painfully from the wooden board and stand before them. Her body ached and she found some difficulty in remaining fully erect. She leant back slightly until her bottom rested against the edge of the bench. The slave tugged the chain again sharply and grinned broadly when she cried out, more from shock than pain. Sahria glared at him defiantly but he simply returned her gaze, staring her fully in the face. That was something he would never have dared to do before.
    Sahria looked down below his torso and saw that his cock was swiftly rising to a strong erection. He was enjoying this. Taking pleasure in her