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subjugation. She felt she should be angry, but instead sensed nothing but arousal. She yearned to grab the thick black stalk but thought better of it. The slaves were in control now.
    The big man turned to the door and wrenched again at the chains joined to her aching nipples, causing her to follow him meekly into the brightly lit corridor. The other slave followed, pushing her unnecessarily in the back with a clenched fist.
    Slowly they ascended the long steep stairway. Sahria’s heart was pounding. More passageways, some unfamiliar to her, then more steps until, at last they entered the palatial magnificence of the throne room.
    To her dismay, Sahria saw that the great hall was filled with people – peasants, nobles and slaves mixing together like old comrades. Some of them she knew, but many were complete strangers to her.
    The babble of voices ceased moments after they walked into the room and all eyes turned towards her as she was made to walk towards the throne itself. Prince Sarne sat in her father’s place, casually rubbing his immensely long penis and grinning like a fool. She hated him for his arrogance in perching so nonchalantly in the king’s place. She despised his lack of respect.
    Her eyes darted about, a dissonant mixture of fearful trembling and abject arousal building up within her naked body. Despite her sheer loathing for the man, for some reason she felt the need to bow her head as she approached the prince. She stared sullenly at the marble floor. Its surface felt cold against her bare feet and she shivered noticeably.
    The prince stood up and drew his cloak across his nakedness. ‘Kneel,’ he commanded. Sahria stood her ground. ‘I said kneel!’ The fury in the prince’s tone was clear. Sahria took a deep breath and then slowly slipped to her knees. She winced as she heard the sounds of laughter and derision emanating from the gathered throng. The large slave stood at her side, holding the chains tautly as though he was restraining a wild dog.
    ‘You see before you your princess,’ mocked Sarne loudly as he addressed the crowd. He walked around the form of his captive then stood behind her and pressed the sole of his boot hard against her bottom. She fell forward to lie flat on her belly. The chains held by the slave tightened as she fell and her nipples were stabbed with sudden pain. She squealed loudly, her cry echoing around the great room.
    The prince moved around her again and then crouched in front of her. He raised her by the shoulders until she was able to resume the kneeling position, her back curved and her bottom displayed to many of the onlookers.
    ‘This was your queen,’ he laughed. ‘Once so proud but now so servile.’ He suddenly reached under his cloak and pulled out his cock, which was still firmly erect. He pressed the bulbous head to her mouth. ‘Suck!’ he demanded loudly.
    A murmur spread though the crowd. Sahria pursed her lips and turned her head away. Sarne grabbed the chains from the slave’s grasp and wrenched them harshly, making her yell with the pain. ‘I said suck!’ he shouted.
    Sahria turned her face towards the menacing stalk and slowly opened her mouth, the trace of a tear running down her cheek. Sarne pushed forward and the plum-sized head of his thick cock touched her pouting lips. She pulled away again and looked imploringly up at his face. Her features were now wet with the tears of shame and embarrassment.
    ‘Please, my lord, not here,’ she begged. ‘Not here, in front of this crowd.’
    ‘But yes, princess,’ said Sarne, gripping her hair and pulling her face back towards his huge phallus. ‘Before this crowd of peasants and beggars, of once noble lords and of servants. All are equal here, and all will see and savour this moment. Suck! Suck like you’ve never sucked before.’
    Once more his spongy flesh was pressed against her. Sahria opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking him between her wet lips. His thickness filled