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my arms around her and pulled her close against me, our chests and bellies pressed together. Her body was lax and warm. I heard her breathing.
    Imaran, the third guard, stepped forward from the shadows. I don't think Rasha sensed him approach. Imaran stepped up close, then knelt just behind her, straddling my legs.
    "You go on holding her, just like that, boy,” the huge guard said to me. At the sound of his voice so close Rasha's body startled and shuddered against mine.
    "Do as Imaran asks, Zaccheus,” the master purred from behind me.
    Imaran pressed in close behind Rasha, hiked up the back of her skirt and stuffed the gathers of white cloth into the waistband.
    "Hold her tight, boy."
    I tightened the circle of my arms about her waist. She began to squirm, perhaps not liking being held so close, or perhaps feeling afraid, pressed between my body and Imaran's. As she faintly struggled her body moved over mine, tormenting my aching cock with tiny accidental caresses of her tight wet heat. I stifled a moan.
    "Now, Rasha,” the master said, “Imaran there is going to put his finger up your ass. Lubricate her nicely, first, Imaran."
    The guard set a little clay pot on the ground next to him, pulled out the stopper, and dipped his finger in. His finger was shiny with oil when it appeared again for a moment before disappearing behind Rasha's back. Suddenly she went rigid in my arms.
    "Oh, this is nothing, darling,” Imaran chuckled behind her. “I'm just rubbing you a bit to get you warmed up. No need to go all stiff like that just yet."
    Whatever he was doing to her back there had her trembling and her trembling gave my throbbing cock a wonderful massage.
    "Now I'll just put my finger in a little way, sweetie."
    She let out a muffled grunt and jumped, rubbing my cock deliciously against her wet, clenching insides. I hoped she would not jump about too much or I would be in trouble with the master.
    "Heh, heh, she likes that, eh?” Imaran smirked, addressing me. “Don't worry, boy, I'll have her going real good in a minute, and you'll get a nice fuck out of her.” Then, in Rasha's ear, “You're ready for a bit more already, aren't you sweet thing? You're ready for my whole finger, you greedy girl."
    Rasha grunted and lurched again, and I moaned as her cunt slid up and slipped down my slick, hard pole.
    "Now for a little gentle finger fucking, eh darling? In, out, in out.."
    She had stopped her sudden jumps and now just huddled close against me, shuddering and sighing in my ear as he thrust his finger in and out of her greased asshole.
    "I'm going to slip my finger out of your ass now, darling. There. Now I know how that leaves you feeling empty, but don't you worry. I'm going to grease up my cock for you, and you'll be well filled in just a minute."
    Rasha gave a little whimper at those words and her body quivered in my arms as Imaran took up the clay pot and poured an amber puddle of oil into his palm, then slid it up and down his thick rod of flesh, leaving it all shiny. He pressed in close, his chest against Rasha's back, pressing her closer to me, and her breathing turned to frightened panting by my ear.
    "You think her cunt feels good boy? Wait ‘til the master lets you have a bit of ass. You've never felt anything so hot and tight. A bit difficult getting in at first, but well worth the effort, believe me."
    Suddenly Rasha jolted in my arms. My cock sprang inside of her.
    "Don't be so skittish, darling. That's just the tip of my cock saying hello to your sweet little pucker. Now, darling, you need to relax. It will be easier going for you. Ah, just rubbing the head of my prick against your tight hole makes me want to go off, all over your pretty backside. Now,” he said, his jovial voice turning into a grunt of concentration, “I'll give you just a little bit at first, nice and slow, ‘til you're used to the feeling of my prick stretching that snug little hole."
    Rasha squealed and made a real effort to jump