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anyone else to do so.
    For some reason, this terrified Jane more than anything else.
    When she finished, Zenovia came back around to look at her. Her wide, sensual mouth was set in an odd smile as she reached for the cuff around Jane’s throat, and there was another delicate jingle and a soft snick . Now, a sturdy golden chain hung from the collar. The end was wrapped around the chieftain’s hand.
    “Now,” said Zenovia, shoving Jane to her knees, “pleasure me, slave.”
    Jane hit the ground hard and nearly lost her balance, but she caught herself in time. Zenovia’s flat navel was directly in front of her eyes, and just below was the neatly trimmed blond hair growing in a triangle over her mons and down beneath, along the lips of her pussy. Her muscular legs spread wide, and Jane realized her mistress had settled herself onto the edge of a chair.
    Her cunt was red and full and wet. Ready. The familiar scent of her sex was strong and alluring, and Jane’s clit gave an instant, impudent pulse. Heart thudding, knees shaking, Jane put a hand on each of Zenovia’s thighs, closed her eyes, and moved into the apex of her mistress’s legs. Her mouth watered at the smell as it enveloped her, and with a deep breath—not such a good idea, for the musky scent aroused her even more—she plunged in.
    Zenovia jolted and sighed the moment Jane’s mouth touched her. Her thighs tightened then relaxed as Jane got to work, using her tongue to trace each soft fold of her labia, the tiny kernel of pleasure hooded above, and then tentatively slid into the hot, wet cavern below. She ate and sucked and licked, burrowing her face into the warm, sweet juncture of Zenovia’s thighs.
    Jane was filled with a combination of guilt and horror as her body tightened, heated, dampened, pulsed as she licked wildly at the tiny little nub. She couldn’t ignore the sounds, the smells, the feel of Zenovia’s arousal, and it lit Jane with lust as well. By the time Zenovia surged up into her mouth, crying out in triumph and convulsing against Jane’s lips and tongue, her own quim was hot and full and dripping, and her breasts ached to be touched.
    As her mistress’s pleasure eased, Jane settled back on her heels and waited nervously for her next order. She firmly ignored the indignant throb of her little pip and tried not to think about the heat coiling in her belly.
    “Very good, slave.” Zenovia stood, the golden chain attached to Jane’s collar still wrapped around her fist. “Now, you will dress me, Jane.”
    With trembling knees and a pulsing, needy body, Jane did as she was bid. She draped the toga-like black gown over her mistress, fastening the brooch at one shoulder. As she reached up to do so, Zenovia slid one hand under her breast and began to stroke her thumb over the raging nipple. Jane couldn’t control a shiver, and she bit her lips to hold back a soft groan as that insistent thumb circled and teased.
    “If you were my concubine,” murmured Zenovia, “and not my slave, I would lay you on the bed there and eat your pussy until you screamed. And I would lick you and suck on you and make you come and come and come.” She tweaked the nipple hard, and her hand fell away. “But you’ve made your decision.”
    Jane avoided looking at her mistress, and, miserable in her state of arousal that seemed to have no chance of being sated, bowed her head and waited for her next order.
    “Come. You will walk politely just so behind me.” Zenovia pointed to a general area just behind and to the right of her foot.
    Her knees still trembling, her nipples thrusting desperately, Jane obeyed, and Zenovia led her out of the chamber as if she were a pet on a leash.
    Jane was wearing nothing but the chains and her collar, and the delicate ones that held her chastity belt in place shifted and swung against the insides of her thighs. Her unfettered breasts bobbed and swayed as they made their way down a corridor, past servants and guards until they