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Fuck.
    “What is a cock?” Jalinda couldn’t help whispering.
    At least something in her anxious tone seemed to please the majordomo, for instead of taking his strap from his belt he said, with a sneer and a gesture of his hand, “Look where his excellency the general sits, watching his barbarians, and see. You shall have that cock inside your quim very soon, whether you like it or not. It may not be as big as what these Trestrimar carry in those uncivilized breeches of theirs, but I can assure you that every girl the general has ever fucked has avowed that he knows how to use it.”
    Jalinda looked. The general, whom she had seen only once before, as he walked down a line of girls brought by the barbarians and had tapped her on the shoulder with the stick he carried, after looking very briefly into her eyes, sat in a grand throne-like chair. In front of him knelt a naked girl; the general himself had changed his uniform for a robe of the same blood red. The fabric looked very silky, and it made Jalinda think of what the barbarian on the right had said about his girl’s cunt. She blushed furiously, without knowing why.
    Then, somehow, she knew why—or she knew more about it than she had known before she saw what rose from the general’s naked lap, what the naked brown-haired girl seemed to have in her mouth, what the general’s hand, casually atop the girl’s head with fingers twined in her hair, forced her mouth to go up and down upon though the girl’s eyes watered and she seemed to struggle greatly to please. The difference between men and women, so long in Jalinda’s mind something that had to do with size and shape, now rearranged itself in her imagination so completely that she felt terribly faint, even as the funny feeling blazed up much more powerfully than she had ever felt it before.
    Cock. What a man had, where a girl had her quim. And… her eyes went back to the three barbarians. The one in the middle had… he had taken his cock out of his girl. Out of his girl’s quim. Oh, no. No. Please.
    The barbarians had their cocks in the girls’ quims. Their cunts. They moved the cocks in and out, deep inside, and that was what made the girls cry out that way. Renda moaned because the barbarian who had brought Jalinda to the general was thrusting his enormous hard cock into her most tender place.
    The brother in the middle, what was he doing? A servant had brought him a little bottle, and he had dribbled it onto the bottom of his girl, between her little cheeks. He was rubbing it in, it looked like. He was putting his finger…
    The girl in the middle cried out. “Please,” she said, her head rearing back to look wildly around the hall. “Please! Not my bottom! Please!”
    The general himself answered her. “Don’t be silly, girl,” he called from his seat. “Of course your bottom. Did you think you would be spared a barbarian’s greatest pleasure?”
    “But it will hurt so much!” she wailed, her face a mask of woe.
    “Of course it will hurt,” the general said. “But this is what your planet earned through not surrendering, isn’t it? As my barbarian fucks your rump, you will understand the importance of submission.”
    Behind her, the barbarian’s fingers invaded her bottom over and over.
    “Come now,” the general said, still moving his own girl’s head on his lap. “Do you wish for an easy life here on Vion?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
    “Then you will have to accept big cocks up your little rump. There’s no other way. Be a good girl and learn to please, and you will have a fine life here.”
    The girl, her brow furrowed and her lips in a tight line, nodded.
    “Now, girl, ask for it. Ask your fine stallion to fill your bottom just as he pleases, and no matter the consequences to your sweet maiden flower.”
    “Please…” the girl’s lips said, though Jalinda was too far away to hear. “Please… do it.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Pag hated the general more than he had ever