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she have been so selfish, so stupid? While she had been enjoying her pain at the hands of Rapite she hadn’t given a moment’s thought to her beautiful friend’s whereabouts. Had she been harmed? Was she even alive?
    She pictured Calema’s lovely face, with its incongruously virginal expression and her innocent eyes that made men fall hopelessly in love with her at first sight. Little did they know her true insatiable appetite for pleasures of the flesh. When they learned the truth, of course they would take her lithe young body and enjoy her waif-like curves and apple-firm breasts. Many would think they were the first, and Calema did little to dissuade them. Sometimes they were, Sahria mused, at least that day.
    She smiled as she remembered one particular time when Calema had pleasured eight men simultaneously. She could still picture the sight of her beautiful friend lying across the supine form of one man so that his cock slipped effortlessly inside her soaking pussy, while a second pushed his erection into her sweet and inviting bottom. Two more of the athletic hunks managed to push their raging stalks into her mouth, and Sahria could still visualise Calema’s pouting lips stretched around their hard flesh. Reaching out with her hands, Calema had then grasped the pricks of two more willing victims and masturbated them expertly whilst rubbing the soles of her feet against yet two more!
    How the court enjoyed her delicious demonstration. And how desirable Calema had looked when they had sated themselves. Sahria could still see her, lying on the couch with her entire body, face and hair streaked with the cream of eight men’s lust. Sahria saw Calema’s happy face as if it were yesterday, a trickle of sperm slipping from the girl’s cute lips, and her bright eyes sparkling with joy.
    Sahria had to find her – and quickly.
    Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the bolts being drawn on the other side of the door. She jumped from the bed and stood proudly, her back arched and her breasts jutting firmly, ready to face her tormentor. A shaft of light broke through the oppressive darkness. Then suddenly, a small figure was pushed unceremoniously into the room and the door was slammed shut. The walls echoed to the sounds of the bolts being secured once more. The silence returned with the darkness, broken only by the quiet sobbing of the prone form on the cold stone floor.
    Sahria’s heart leapt. ‘Calema?’ she said excitedly, ‘Calema, is that you?’
    ‘Sahria? Oh, my dear sweet sister, I thought you were dead!’ Calema’s voice sang in the darkness and echoed Sahria’s delight. Her eyes were better used to the blackness and she managed to clutch her friend’s arm and help her to her feet. The two girls hugged each other tightly and let the tears flow.
    ‘Oh, Calema,’ sobbed Sahria, ‘I thought it could be you who was lost. What have they done to you?’
    ‘It is so strange, sister. There was pain, but there was also so much pleasure. I could never have imagined having so much joy.’
    Sahria helped her to sit on the cot and wrapped the sheet around the girl’s shoulders, and then sat next to her. ‘Tell me what happened,’ she said.
    ‘Well, I was walking in the forest with two handsome Nubian slaves,’ Calema began. ‘You may remember that my father hates me to consort with the Nubians, but you will also know how much I enjoy the sight of their ebony flesh. These two were particularly fine specimens, and very compliant.’ Despite their predicament, she couldn’t suppress an impish grin at the thought of them. ‘I had just beaten them soundly with rough branches which they obediently cut from a spruce, and was just about to impale myself on one of their delicious cocks when we were interrupted by a messenger.’
    ‘You know that my father, the king, has fled the country?’ said Sahria quietly.
    Calema nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said softly, ‘but I was told that he fought bravely. My own