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her mouth and caused her jaw to ache. She sensed the crowd drawing closer, hearing them chattering like excited children. She felt utterly ashamed, being prone and nakedly vulnerable before them, and yet the ache deep in her loins grew with each second as she held the prince’s stalk within her mouth.
    She suckled gently, feeling him throb against her tongue as it slid against his hardness. She swallowed, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could whilst gripping his bone-hard flesh with her pouting lips, and then reaching up to grasp the remainder of his length with both hands.
    She began to rub him quickly, sucking hard and occasionally taking him from her mouth and licking the end sensuously. She was now thoroughly engrossed in her task and loving every minute. For a moment the crowd of onlookers was forgotten as she savoured the taste of the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen in her life.
    ‘See, your princess surrenders to me and knows her master!’ bellowed the prince. ‘No longer is she your ruler. She is nothing more than your slave.’
    Sahria was oblivious to his words. She held his cock erect with one hand and suckled his balls before running the tip of her tongue up the length of his shaft until she once more took the huge end into the warmth of her succulent mouth.
    Without losing him from her heavenly grip she looked about her and saw the leering faces of the crowd as they pressed ever closer and craned their necks to enjoy this fine demonstration of her total humiliation. She closed her eyes to the sight and rubbed him harder, sucking him for all that she was worth.
    Suddenly she felt him stiffen and heard him groan softly as his erection took on even more monstrous proportions within the wet envelope of her suckling mouth. Its thickness almost choked her. He groaned again, much louder this time and he gripped her head with both of his hands, allowing the chains to fall from his fingers to the floor. She felt his hard flesh throbbing against her lips and tongue as the warmth of his seed filled the back of her mouth and forced her to swallow quickly. Letting go of his cock with one of her hands but still sucking voraciously she grasped herself between the legs and clawed at her soaking sex flesh. The crowd cheered wildly as though encouraging her to reach her own orgasm. Frantically she rubbed her aching bud until a sudden wave of ecstasy hit her, her cry of pleasure muffled by the slowly wilting monster still clasped within her tight mouth.
    The prince pulled away from her and she allowed the thick, flaccid cock to slip from her mouth then she fell sobbing to the floor, her emotions confused and her entire body trembling. She sensed that Prince Sarne was standing over her, staring down at her submissive form and somehow knew that he was grinning inanely again. She closed her eyes and began to sob heavily, wrapping her arms around her head. The rhythm of her pounding heart matched the throbbing between her legs as the intensity of her release subsided. She had done well, she thought. The prince would be pleased with her.
    She sensed him move and once more felt sharp pain in her breasts as the chains were pulled taut. Unwillingly, she rose to her feet with her head bowed, to ashamed to look into the faces of the leering throng. The prince reached forward and lifted her face with his fingertips. He held her gaze for a moment with an almost hypnotic stare. ‘From this moment you are no longer a princess,’ he said, strongly. ‘Now you are Sahria, sex slave to the court of Prince Sarne!’
    Sahria’s look of shame changed to one of total hatred. ‘You will never subjugate me, Sarne,’ she hissed. ‘I am nobody’s slave!’
    ‘We will see,’ answered the prince, his grin broadening. He shoved her backwards and she fell onto her bottom with her legs splayed widely apart. A momentous cheer filled the room and the crowd applauded and danced in mock celebration. Sahria bowed her head again, her