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made to kneel so that my rump was once more presented to their gaze. At last, I thought, they were going to fuck me. I have never been so ready to be impaled as I was at that moment. Instead, however, they just left me. They left the guardhouse laughing and joking and slammed the door behind them. I was furious.
    ‘I tried to move but couldn’t. I began to feel ridiculous, kneeling on the floor, tied up and with my bottom sticking in the air. My rear was still stinging quite badly, but the pain seemed to compensate for my frustration.
    ‘After some time the door opened again. The guards had returned. They were still laughing like idiots and their breath smelled of ale. I looked over my shoulder and glared at them. One of them took up a long spear, and oh, I thought they were going to kill me! I closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow.
    ‘But instead they forced the spear through my bonds and used it to raise me from the floor, still in my obscene position. Two of them balanced each end on their shoulders and the door was flung open. I was carried out like an animal into the square. There were people everywhere – people I knew. I have never felt so humiliated. The men carried me slowly through the jeering crowd as if purposefully displaying me as their prize. Hands groped my nether regions and fingers prodded inside me. I saw the faces of slaves whom I had abused in the past. Their elation at seeing me in my shame both sickened and excited me.
    ‘I was taken to the palace. As they walked down the long passageways we passed many more soldiers, all of who took the opportunity to finger my private parts. At last, we reached the door to one of the royal chambers. By this time I was shaking with lust and could feel the juices running from me. I must have presented quite a sight.
    ‘The door opened and I was carried in. I managed to look up, and saw a man seated on the edge of the bed. I recognised him immediately. It was Sarne, the handsome prince who so besotted you when he first visited the palace. Do you remember him? He seemed to have quite an effect on you at the time.’
    ‘Sarne?’ said Sahria quickly. ‘You were taken to the prince?’
    ‘Yes,’ replied Calema. ‘So, you must know it is he who has taken over the kingdom.’ Calema regarded her quizzically. ‘Oh, my dearest friend, you are jealous!’
    ‘Nonsense!’ snapped Sahria. ‘Go on with your story, and leave nothing out.’
    Calema smiled knowingly and then continued with her tale. ‘I was lowered to the floor and the spear was removed from the ropes. All I could do was kneel there with my hands tied behind my back and my bottom still jutting upwards. I felt so demeaned and so ashamed to be in such a ludicrous pose in the presence of a prince. I tried to move in order to roll over onto my side, but the way I had been trussed prevented this. I looked up at the prince. It hurt my neck, but I wanted to look into his eyes. He simply stared back at me. I remember thinking how cruel his expression was. There was no compassion, no pity for me in my wretched state.
    ‘He stood up and his cloak fell open. I gasped when I saw his magnificent cock. It hung limply from his bushy groin, but even in that flaccid condition it was longer and thicker than the largest weapon I had seen before! I couldn’t stop myself from imagining how wonderful it would be to accommodate such a monster. I pictured it long and hard, jutting upward from his chiselled body, ready to impale me to the hilt. My pussy was already wet due to the whipping, and the glorious subjugation of my bondage, but now it itched for sexual contact. I remember thinking that, no matter how big the prince’s tool, it would slide into me without the slightest difficulty.’
    ‘And did he fuck you, Calema?’ Sahria asked anxiously. ‘Did he fuck you?’
    ‘Wait,’ teased her friend, ‘you are too eager. There is more to my story.
    ‘The prince walked behind me. I looked over my shoulder for a