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She was wearing gloves, boots, and a dagger at her side. She had velvet breeches, the perpetually hard cock strapped into place. Thus would Veeta meet her brigand, again.
    First a gloved hand clamped down over the lightly breathing mouth. The slave princess froze and opened her eyes, with genuine disquiet reflected in them.
    â€˜Not a word, bitch.’ Allura brandished the knife, her body astride Veeta’s. ‘You’ll do what I say and you’ll live. Nod if you understand.’ Veeta did so. There was nothing fake about the blade, anymore than there was about the reality of Allura’s intention to dominate and terrorize. ‘Good girl, now lick my knife.’
    Allura’s insides simmered as the tiny tongue extended to the flat of the blade, dabbing, seeking to appease, seeking to survive.
    â€˜You like cock, girlie?’ she growled in a deep voice.
    â€˜I-I’m a virgin, sir,’ said the de facto princess.
    â€˜Not for long, eh?’
    Veeta grit her teeth as Allura took her breast rudely, twisting the nipple much harder than before.
    â€˜That hurts, sir!’ the slave wailed, but the point of the knife pressed into the girl’s concave tummy, and Allura’s heart quickened as she raised the stakes.
    â€˜I enjoy hurting disrespectful girls like you. Didn’t you guess that yet?’
    Veeta shook her head, wide-eyed as a kitten, fresh and innocent. One more thing for Allura to hate: the girl’s ability to renew herself through playacting.
    Using the knife she cut away the girl’s silk negligee. ‘Prepare to be fucked.’
    â€˜I submit,’ Veeta panted.
    â€˜Beg to be fucked,’ Allura urged, her voice tense with arousal.
    â€˜Fuck me, sir,’ Veeta sighed. ‘Use me as your whore.’
    â€˜Too easy,’ Allura hissed. ‘Resist me.’
    The poor slave pushed with her hands at Allura’s arms, being careful not to do it too hard, lest she really dislodge and anger her mistress.
    â€˜I am too strong for you, girl. All men are too strong. Isn’t that right?’
    â€˜Yes, mistress… I mean, sir.’
    â€˜Open your legs,’ the blonde princess ordered, Veeta did so, as wide as she could manage, and Allura pushed the huge phallus home, smooth metal penetrating easily the ripe, ready girl, who took more of it than she ever had before.
    â€˜Who are you thinking about?’ Allura demanded. ‘Why are you so aroused all of a sudden?’
    â€˜Please…’ Veeta gasped. ‘Please, just let me serve you. Use me as you will.’
    â€˜You’re not getting off that easily, bitch.’ Allura pushed down, the adrenalin surging her to an unprecedented level of penetration.
    â€˜Mercy,’ Veeta gasped.
    â€˜Then tell the truth,’ Allura coaxed. ‘You are so wet because of him, the baron. You are wishing it was his cock invading you.’
    â€˜Yes… yes… I crave him, I confess,’ Veeta sobbed.
    Allura’s satisfaction was all too grim. ‘Turn over,’ she ordered. ‘Face down, ass in the air, spread yourself wide.’
    The girl did not dare delay a single second, and obediently rolled onto her front. ‘I am yours,’ she sobbed, no longer sure in what guise to address the princess. ‘I submit to you.’
    â€˜Liar!’ Allura smacked her ass, the force of the blow thrusting the slave forward with a guttural moan. It was a cruel and unexpected strike, but such was the lot of a chattel property, a toy for the enjoyment of the free. ‘You pay me lip service. It’s that despicable man you want to own you. You want to belong to Montreico.’ The princess could not think clearly; was she looking into the soul of the slave or was this about her own secret desires, hidden behind the character Veeta was playing?
    â€˜I want to obey, mistress,’ Veeta wailed. ‘I want to be good. Please, let me be good. Let me be what you