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He reached forward, and slid the coiled leather across the tops of my breasts. Then over my nipples, and belly. I moaned, helplessly. Somehow this playacting had become all too real; now I knew what it felt like to be a slave, and my belly contracted over and over in sudden need. Not just the need of sexuality; the need for approval. I had to be pleasing and obedient. O stars, it was whispered that some female slaves embraced their low estate eagerly and willingly, and for the first time I could believe it.

He raised it to my lips. "Kiss master's whip. Remember what you are, an owned possession with a wet slit!"

My lips moved over the leather. It tasted of salt, and it occurred to me that it was the salt of human skin and blood... Tir had used this whip. Those muscles and those hands, driving this woven lash against some shaking male slave, or even some terrified wayward female. Stars above, women submit to men because men have no mercy, they act as they please and without apology, they know nothing of our doubts and terrors, no wonder we kneel to them!

I looked down, holding back whimpers. There was a huge erection tenting his leathers. He knew, I moaned to myself inwardly. He knew I was aroused and not just faking it, he knows I want forbidden things, he sees it in the shaking of my eyes and the tremble of my lips and the hardness of my nipples and the frantic movement of my fingers, o moon, rise back into the sky and take this moment back, let him never have seen and known the depth of my shameful, female weakness!

"Don't you come," he snarled. "You nearly did before and it would have cost you your hand." He unfurled the coil and my eyes raised to his, pleading in terror.

He ignored it, and with a sudden movement, the whip coiled around me. It did not precisely bite, but it did sting, and it stayed wrapped around me, trapping my arms to my side and crossing my breast, belly and thighs. Trapped! I cried out, in both shock and -- I shall be honest -- deep arousal.

Then he dropped to one knee, which confused me until his voice hissed out evilly. "Fall over it."

I refused to obey, or even believe, for a moment. So he reached up and caught me by the throat and pulled me over his knee, a** up, limbs still trapped. And then his hand, powerful and hard... oh please mercy no!

Five rough spanks and I was sobbing, and I could not move away from him, so my upper arm was pressed against his throbbing erection. "Stop," I whispered, in tears. "You shatter me!"

"Up, slave slut," he snapped, pushing me to my feet. He unwrapped the whip and put it away, then stood and walked down the path again. I reached for the tiny skirt, but he shouted "Leave it. Follow!" and I fell into place behind him, naked, sobbing softly.

"Well acted," he whispered.

I simpered, helplessly.

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After a time of walking, he left the path and moved quickly. It was very dark here; the ground was uneven, and I staggered.

We were at a ruined building, collapsed into rubble, dark against a darker sky. Tools were scattered around, and many blocks of stone. He moved directly towards the rubble, crouched, and slipped into a gap between two slabs, scarcely large enough to fit him. "In here," he whispered, as if I was a child and did not understand. "Quickly but carefully, the stone is rough."

I crept in after him, into total blackness, and found myself in a very tight and very soft place, except for where my body was pressed against him. I moved my hand against the softness; it felt as if I was inside a giant cotton ball. I looked back the way I had crawled; the passageway was narrow and only a small patch of sky could be seen. Then he pulled on a cord of some kind, and with a quiet grinding noise a stone slid into place, blocking the hole.

"Where?" I whispered.

"A nobleman lived here once, but he fell out of favor. His family was killed, he was tormented to death, and his house was ruined as a reminder... It will serve as a bolt hole, where we stay until I get word on your brother," he whispered back. He fished something out -- my body was pressed back against the length of his, so I felt his every move -- and there was a click. The soft glow of a pod dimly washed into our hideyhole.

It has been prepared in advance for our visit. We were lying in a cocoon, a mass of extremely soft, fluffy fiber that was used for bedding on spacecraft. It filled the tiny space we were in, and we were nestled together inside it with no room to move and little room to breathe. Tangled in the fiber was a small woven basket, and I realized I smelled bread. Oh merciful moon, I was starving!

Lord Tir checked his pod. "Your brother isn't out yet, but so far there's been no real trouble. You can eat." His arm slid across me as he opened the basket, and pressed bread to my lips.

I ate, quickly. I was trying not to think about my nakedness. Or the hard, bare chest behind me, or the weight of his arm along me.

Then he flicked off the pod, and it was dark. Pitch dark. I was thankful for the darkness.

His erection was very obvious. I held as still as a statue, but I started to shiver, and not from cold.

His arm slid tighter around me -- it had nowhere else to go -- and I gasped, very softly, at the way it enfolded me. He was risking everything for me... oh skies, it was just like in the stories, I was a rescued princess. His fingers stroked across my belly lightly, just once... I bit my lip in the darkness to stop another gasp, and my lips felt soft and sensitive. His hardness pulsed against me... it was only possible to think about one thing. I blushed hotly at myself.

Kindness. Strength. Authority. No secrets possible, completely exposed, and then the nearness; he heard my every breath and I could feel his pulse, slowly accelerating. Remembering the touch of his hand on my breast, and darkness of his eyes, and the terrifying sound of his voice... my thought became incoherent; everything was turning to feelings. Seconds passed, and I tried to slow them down, because every second brought it closer.

His fingers stroked my belly again, and then again, higher. Barriers falling away. I was a rescued princess, I was a little girl...

After a while you can't help yourself. Shaking, I turned and kissed him, quickly and shyly.

"Princess," he said, softly.

"No, don't," I said, voice soft and unsteady. "I know what could happen, in the days to come. I could be caught, raped, killed. I... you have been kind when no one else was. And I... no, I can't say it. But I want it to be this way." I kissed his mouth again, more slowly, my mouth opening to him. I felt like I had no right to kiss him, and yet, I had to. I felt so small.

I had no fear of pregnancy; like all young noble women, I had my yearly shot. I had little fear of pain; my sister told me there was very little and it was easily borne. But none of that truly mattered; I'd have dne tis regardless.

His hands slid down my back, over my hips, and to my a**. They gripped me... "Be sure. At a certain point a man cannot hear no. Be very sure, fair princess."

"I'm not sure of anything," I whispered, against his lips. "Not even you and certainly not myself. But..." I kissed his mouth again, lips trembling, and his pulled me tight, against his erection, and rocked my hips. I went soft and hot and needy in a way I had never dreamed of before. "I... don't know anything," I whispered.

"Men aren't complicated... we all want the same thing. Reach between us, place your hands over my c**k, through the leather, and rub, slowly. In return..." his hands moved up, to my sides, and his thumbs played over my nipples, and oh, stars, I burned, shy and curious and craving and frightened and so wet, so very wet. "You like that, don't you," he said, and I moaned, head falling back, realizing I could have no secrets here. I arched, presenting my breasts to him, and he snarled against my ear. "Silence, girl. We must not be heard now. Now open the leathers and touch my c**k."

It was hard, heavy... it dwarfed my small hand. I rubbed it, slowly, and he growled again. "With your other hand, rub your c**t."

"I'm already burning, you must know this."

"Do it anyway. What a man finds desirable is a woman so hot she can't think, she only feels. And a man finds an obedient woman pleasing, slave or princess it makes no difference."

I nodded, unsteadily, and touched. And whimpered. "What you did, outside... you made me... I wanted..."

He worked a hand down my side again, and between my legs, and he stroked my slit with fingers.

"Will it hurt?" I said, almost voicelessly.

"Sometimes. It's not terrible. You'll kiss my mouth while it happens." He put the pod back on, and the dim light revealed me... he wanted to see it happen, I realized. I whimpered, but the embarrassment did not stop the arousal, and I moaned again. His fingers, mine, his throbbing c**k... I licked his lips, slowly. Suddenly I was on my back, in the fibers, and he had my wrists pinned over my head. I squirmed, but with a sensuality I did not know I possessed.

"Say '******** me', princess."

I swallowed. "F-f. F- no I can't-"

Then his c**k was at my opening, rubbing, up and down. My hips tilted up and everything in me sang the same song. I was pure emotion now, and the fear was suddenly lost in the need. My body rocked in some instinctive movement I knew nothing about. Please, I thought, just take, don't make me ask-

"Say it, princess!"

"F-f-f oh gods! ******** me, Lord Tir. ******** me... please, please. Please! Please ******** me, Lord Tir! Oh please-"

His mouth closed over mine; it was about to happen, and I kissed him sensually, eagerly, and be pressed in, oh gods in, my whole body made for this, I arched helplessly, his phallus felt immense and ruthless as it pushed deeper into me, fear shook me, but pleasing him was all I wanted-

And then he began thrusting, and it was terrifying, the strength and power of it, and I so small and trapped by his body and yet so accepting of his brutality and need-

As much as my body burned, I was too confused and overwhelmed to come, too embarrassed by knowing less than the meanest slave in this kingdom. But I rocked my hips for him -- it was all I knew how to do -- and impossibly his body became harder, like stone, and he groaned like an animal. Oh, yes! my body sang. I wanted this, I wanted more... He panted, faster and faster, and the sound was hypnotic and I realized I wanted him to come more than I wanted to breathe. I wrapped my legs around his, as I had once seen a concubine do, and stroked the backs of his legs, coaxingly and slowly-

He cried out in what for a moment I thought was rage, but moved even faster and then thrashed, and sagged against me. Oh moon, I'd done it, I'd pleased him!

He slid away, though he couldn't go far. He panted, eyes closed, for a few moments. And then-

"Your turn." He slid his hand over my hip, and touched me.

"No, Lord Tir, I don't need-"

"You will come," he said. His voice was suddenly ruthless and I was horrified that I'd displeased him by not coming when he did. But his fingers did things that my own knew nothing about, and suddenly I was kissing his mouth again and then coming, suddenly and violently, and then I lie still, sobbing softly...

"Good girl," he said. "Always seek to come when with a man. The look of it pleases him - and it makes you more eager for the next time. You are very pleasing, girl. And that's important, whether you're a princess or the lowest of whores. As will be made clearer to you..."

There was a grating noise, and for a moment I did not understand. And then I felt cool air, and heard applause-

"Get out, princess," Tir said. "The Prince would like a word."

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Devastation.

I was dragged out of the hole by many hands, and was scraped and bloody when I was stood up on the ground. Around me were lights, men and women, and the Prince directly in front of me.

I did not kneel this time.

Behind me I heard Tir emerge from the hole. That was when the tears began to trickle, but I was silent.

"I trust you get the point, Alani, slave," the Prince said. "There's no escape and no one to help you. You are property, forever. You are mine."

I spat on the ground. Spit and tears and semen and blood and comingled sweat and the nectar from my flower; I was all about liquids at the moment, it seemed.

"So why are you not kneeling, my slave?" He asked.

I spat again; and then heard a thin whistling sound. Suddenly Tir's whip bit around my calves, and with a sudden jerk I was on my hands and knees to the Prince. Laughter, and more applause.

The tears would not stop but that did not matter. I no longer wanted death, I suddenly realized. Dead, I could do nothing. Alive... I would find a way to kill both the Prince and Tir. Forgive me, moon, because I know that vengeance and slaughter is men's work, but I see no other way to die with honor...