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His grip on her wrists tightened and he laughed aloud.
    "Don't make me punish you again!" He chided. Then he added a second finger, and thrust both roughly inside her tight cunt.
    Zahira cried out - half sobbing, half moaning in hated pleasure. His fingers delved and pumped inside her, and she felt herself clench around him.
    "Ahh," Leif purred. "I could do this all night."
    "Please-" the word burst unbidden from her lips.
    "Hmm?"
    She wanted it to end. She hated herself for enjoying it as much as she was. Her body had betrayed her - was craving release at the hands of this barbarian.
    "Please, let me..." She gasped.
    Leif slowed his actions inside her, and she moaned and writhed again.
    "Is that how you ask for permission from your Master?"
    "Please, My Lord!" She whined, her hips moving against his hand.
    At this, he withdrew his fingers, and returned to rubbing her clit. He moved in rapid circles, and she gasped in pleasure again and again. With very little warning, her body tensed and shuddered in his hands, the wave of pleasure finally breaking over her in an intense orgasm.
    She went limp as the pleasure ebbed, letting her head hang down. Leif took his fingers away from her, and caressed her ass and thighs.
    "There," he said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
    And he picked her up, and deposited her on the bed.
    She pulled the skirt of her dress down to cover her legs, wanting to roll over and curl up. But Leif stood next to the bed, looking down at her.
    "Undress me." He ordered.
    She was still catching her breath, her body still warm and tingling in the afterglow of pleasure. She ached between the legs, unused to the rough treatment. She longed to hide her face and cry. But she was afraid to anger him.
    She sat up on the edge of the bed, and looked up at him. He stood in tanned trousers, and a sleeveless linen shirt. Just do as he tells you, she repeated to herself. Slowly, she stood, and took the remaining step toward him.
    After a moment's hesitation, she reached up to unlace his shirt with fumbling fingers. She put her hands under the hem of the shirt and raised it up, trying to pull it over his head. He was too tall, and had to bend and assist her. He let the shirt fall from his fingers onto the floor, and stood waiting for her.
    Her eyes lingered for a moment on the scars on his skin, his smooth, hard chest, and the pale patch of hair beneath his navel that led down further. Then she bit her lip anxiously, and hesitantly reached out for the strings of his breeches.
    Her fingers were like ice and she kept slipping on the knot. She could see the huge bulge of his manhood straining against the material, and she found herself curious - wondering just how big it was.
    Eventually she managed to get laces loosened. She paused, looking up at his face.
    He stared down at her, impassive. "Continue."
    Swallowing hard, she pulled the cloth loose and worked it down. His cock sprung free, huge and smooth and standing up at a sharp angle, right in front of her. She couldn't help but stare, marvelling at the size. She wondered if they were all so large, and how on earth it could fit inside someone – how it would fit inside her. And she shivered at the thought.
    Leif laughed throatily, and his phallus twitched. Zahira tore her eyes away for long enough to pull his breeches down and let him step out of them.
    “You like that, hmm?” he chuckled, and rested a hand on her shoulder, caressing her hair. It was confusing when he was gentle with her, in contrast to punishing. But strangely, she found herself leaning against his touch, grateful for the attention. What was wrong with her?
    “ Well my beauty,” he continued, “now you get to show me how much you want to please your new Master.”
    She bit her lower lip, hesitant, looking at the phallus so close to her face.  “I... I never have.” The women of the harem had talked of this, as one of the surest ways to please a man. But they hadn't given explicit instructions.
    “I