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seeking the tight pucker of my asshole. He pushed, sinking the finger deep. I stiffened at the alien sensation of his entry, then caught my breath at the dark pleasure as he withdrew.
    He laughed in a low, masculine growl of excitement. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you’re a virgin.”
    “I am,” I confessed on a gasp. He was using two fingers now, probing ruthlessly deep. My channel fought the entry, and I tried to release the clamping muscles. Resisting would only make it worse. Besides, I had no real desire to fight him. Furtive excitement purred in my brain as his ruthless fingers greased my ass.
    “You mean Galon never got around to using this little hole?” His voice held an edge like a quark-splitter’s blade. “I’d have thought you two would have been more adventurous than that.”
    I froze, silently cursing myself for letting him catch me off guard. Of course Arles knew about Galon. The spies of Tor were legendary for their ability to penetrate any security, learn any secret. Once they’d learned my new identity, they’d have ferreted out every last detail of my life. Including my relationship with Galon.
    His thumb joined the fingers in my ass, stretching me ruthlessly. “I asked you a question. Did Galon ever use you like this?”
    “No,” I gasped, shivering at the ribbon of exotic pleasure threaded through the pain. “He feared hurting me.”
    Arles laughed in a short, humorless bark, and pulled his hand away. “Luckily, I have no such fear.”
    I looked back over my shoulder to see him open his uniform fly and free his rigid cock. He started stroking the thick lube over his shaft, staring at my ass with predatory heat. I licked my dry lips. He looked up, caught my gaze and grinned like a wolf as he sauntered closer. The smooth, thick head of his cock brushed my anus. He leaned in and began to push.
    The entry was slow and searing as his big shaft drilled relentlessly deep, forcing the tight, tender flesh to spread for his pleasure. “Oh, yes,” Arles growled through set teeth, “I think you just may have the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked.”
    “Bastard,” I gasped.
    “Darling, you have no idea.” He worked in another stinging, ferocious centimeter. “But you will. Before I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly what I’m capable of.”
    Clenching my fists, I fought him, clamping down hard. I knew better, but my body had other ideas. It didn’t care for his invasion.
    “Ooooh, yes,” Arles purred. “That’s it. Tighten up. You can’t keep me out, but it feels so sweet when you try.”
    Finally he stopped, buried so deep I could feel his balls pressed against my ass. I tossed my head at the vicious ache, trying to relax my protesting inner muscles. He paused a moment before he began to slowly pull that endless dick out of my tortured channel.
    Which is when ribbons of delight started twining around his retreating cock. My eyes went wide, and my bound hands curled into astonished claws.
    Again the prince thrust inside, triggering a wave of thorny pain that made me grit my teeth. But when he started pulling out again, that wicked, erotic sweetness rose again, growing even greater when he reached beneath me and found my clit. I shuddered in delight and suffering as he fucked me, long and slow and deep.
    “Yes. Oh, yes,” Arles whispered roughly. “I knew you’d love it -- eventually.”
    The prince sodomized me with seductive sadism, shoving into me as he teased my clit, before withdrawing slowly, letting me feel every hot centimeter of that thick shaft. I squirmed in my bonds, battered by waves of pleasure and pain so intense I was no longer sure which was which.
    “Did you love him?” Arles snarled, and circled his hips until his cock seemed to screw its way into me.
    I knew he meant Galon. “No,” I gasped. “I tried, but I couldn’t. You wouldn’t let me, you bastard.”
    The prince stopped in mid-stroke. I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at me