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escape. And Zaren is looking for me. It’s only a matter of time until he finds me.
    Until then, Jane could hardly imagine any experience worse than what she’d encountered at the hands of Kellan Darkdale and his orgiastic cronies back in London. If she could live through that, she could live through anything.
    Alena moved behind her, lifting the heavy hair from neck and shoulders as Obelia brought a wider, larger cuff forward. Jane stared straight ahead as they snapped it in place snugly around her neck. She swallowed hard and felt the chill of the metal, the weight of the necklet and its embrace against her skin.
    “It becomes you, Jane darling,” said Zenovia. She rose from her chair, holding a large, dripping handful of golden jewelry. The servants stepped back, bowing their heads in obeisance as she approached Jane. Zenovia hesitated, then snapped her fingers.
    Immediately, Alena and Obelia left the chamber.
    Zenovia and Jane were alone. “Look at yourself.” Zenovia gestured to a tall mirror leaning against the wall. “Look at us…mistress and slave. The sun, being eclipsed by the moon.”
    Jane did as she was bid, and was startled at the picture she made—the picture the two of them made together. It was as Zenovia said: the sun and moon, with the moon raging larger and more powerful than the sun for once.
    Her hair fell in tangled, red-gold curls, tousled and full, tumbling over her shoulders and brushing her hips. Her soft skin glowed like dusky honey next to Zenovia’s sleek white flesh. Mistress loomed above and beyond slave, broad shoulders as wide as a man’s, her chin brushing the top of Jane’s fiery head. Zenovia’s blond hair had been caught up in a loose bundle, woven with colorless jewels that glittered like moonbeams. Silver cuffs studded with diamonds glinted at wrists and throat in cool contrast to the warm golden ones that imprisoned Jane. Her dark eyes held Jane’s in the mirror as she slid a pale hand down and around to cup a breast. Her thumb teased the nipple until it became hard and taut, a dark pink temptation in the midst of golden curves and fire.
    Jane thought she felt a little shudder in the woman next to her, a soft sigh of regret…but Zenovia’s expression remained cool and remote.
    Then she stepped around in front of her, lifting Jane’s chin with too-tight fingers. “It’s a shame it has to be this way, but at least you wear it well. And this…” She opened her hand to display a complicated mass of delicate chains and a curved, triangular metal piece. “This will ensure you remain firmly in your position as slave rather than lover. There is no pleasure for slaves, Jane.” Her smile was taut and cold, and gone was the light of humor and affection that had been there only hours earlier. “Only service.”
    The chains rattled quietly, somehow ominous in the delicate sound, as Zenovia lifted them and separated out the strands. Jane’s heart thudded as the other woman began to fasten them around her hips, three on each side. The curious metal piece hung from the smaller chains, and when Zenovia fit it tightly over Jane’s quim, threading two more chains from the bottom of the piece between her legs, she realized exactly what it was.
    A sort of chastity belt. A shield. A cage.
    The chains were drawn tightly, and the triangular metal shield settled snugly over her netherlips in a little cuplike shape. There was a narrow slit in the center—large enough for her to urinate through, but without enough space for a finger or anything else to penetrate. Zenovia fastened all of the chains at the base of Jane’s spine, ensuring they were tight enough that she had no ability to slip a finger behind the shield. They bit gently into her hips and rode up through the crack of her arse. The metal triangle curved away from her swollen folds and pip, so even putting pressure on the shield itself would give no relief to a swollen, needy pearl. There was no way to touch herself…or for