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then closed again. Nicole heard footsteps, loud on the flagstones, muffled on the Persian rugs.
    'Robert, I need to talk to you about the couple who have gone missing. I know it's late, but I'd like to formulate a plan as soon as possible.'
    'Of course, madame,' said the Chatelaine's deputy.
    'I don't believe Nicole has been punished today,' the
    Chatelaine went on. 'She's been perfectly well behaved, of course, but I believe she relishes a touch of the whip while she's servicing me. Or perhaps you'd like to penetrate her in some way?'
    Nicole pressed her mouth against the hood of the Chatelaine's clitoris and lifted her bottom higher. She didn't like Robert, but she was in the mood for having her bottom smacked, and she was feeling so aroused that she would enjoy being fucked or sodomised by a man - even by the Chatelaine's hateful deputy.
    'As you wish, madame,' Robert said. Nicole could hear the gloating in his voice. 'Perhaps I could suggest that I should apply my belt in the first instance, while we talk. Then, with the help of a dildo, I could penetrate Nicole twice, simultaneously, while she attends to your pleasure.'
    Nicole could imagine Robert's sinister smile. The Chatelaine rarely found his suggestions other than acceptable. Nicole heard his heavy leather belt sliding through his fingers. She kissed the Chatelaine's smooth labia. She felt a bubble of excitement expand inside her. This was going to be painful, exhausting and very enjoyable.
    'A good idea, Robert,' the Chatelaine said. 'Don't be gentle with her.'
    Barat heard slow footsteps on the bare floor of the hall. After a while, there was a tap on the door. Olena had arrived.
    Barat adjusted the bedside lamp one more time, tilting the shade to ensure that he would be in shadow while what little illumination the lamp provided would fall on the farther end of the single bed. He had covered the chair with books; Olena would have nowhere to sit but beside him, in the pale pool of light.
    He waited. Olena knocked again, two tentative taps.
    'Come in,' he said, keeping his voice low and controlled.
    The door opened. Olena stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the harsh yellow light in the hallway. In spite of the swathes of rough cloth that the ridiculous
    customs of their community condemned women to be cocooned in, he saw - or craved, or imagined -the bountiful curves of her body.
    'Brother Barat?' she whispered.
    'Come in,' he repeated. 'Close the door. And you may address me as "Barat",' he added. He thought that he might as well continue to take even the smallest of opportunities to undermine her faith in the community's ways. She closed the door and stood uncertainly in the shadows.
    'These rooms are so small,' he continued conversationally. 'And the landlords don't provide much in the way of lighting. You can sit here, next to me.'
    'On the bed?' she said.
    He allowed himself a smile. Even if she could see it, she would interpret it as reassuring. He found her voice delightfully timid.
    'Where else?'
    She lowered herself on to the bed. The mattress was old and soft. She couldn't help leaning towards him, and jerked upright when her shoulder touched his.
    'Sorry, brother,' she said.
    'It's nothing,' Barat said. 'It's not like our country village here. So many people, so little space. We will have to learn not to mind touching occasionally.'
    She turned to look at him. Heavens, but she was lovely. Her skin was lighter than his: the colour of milky coffee, and without a blemish. Such huge, dark eyes. Such full hps.
    'Lean on my shoulder again. Just to demonstrate that there's no harm in it.'
    She looked shocked. 'Again? But -'
    He placed his hand on her back and pulled her towards him. She hardly resisted. He had to restrain an exclamation of joy. She wanted him. It was obvious.
    Her shoulder came to rest against his. She was close enough to kiss.
    'There,' he said. 'That's not so bad, is it? There's so little room in here. The commandments permit us to make