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coward, Sarne.’
    The prince leapt angrily from his seat and towered above her. He gripped her arms tightly and she struggled vainly as his fingernails dug into her soft flesh. ‘You are the coward, princess,’ he roared. ‘For years you have tormented your subjects to satisfy your carnal needs. Now you will learn for yourself the true pleasures of pain and subjugation!’
    He pushed her away roughly and she fell heavily to the floor, with her legs splayed apart. Sarne looked unashamedly at her exposed sex. Sahria made no attempt to cover herself, defiantly offering her body to his eager gaze. ‘You have a succulent pussy,’ he said, his voice softer in tone. ‘I wonder how many hard pricks it has accommodated over the years.’
    Sahria said nothing in response but found, to her profound irritation, that her juices were beginning to flow again and were already trickling between her buttocks. She closed her legs and clutched her knees against herself once more. Sarne knelt in front of her and forced her thighs apart. ‘No, don’t hide your treasures, princess,’ he said, as he looked down at her shivering nakedness. He ran the tip of his tongue across the surface of his upper lip as he leered at her. ‘See how it glistens, reflecting the sunlight,’ he breathed, his voice barely audible, even to her.
    Sensing a kind of victory, Sahria rested her hands on the floor behind her and leant back, thrusting her breasts upward and spreading her legs as wide as was possible. She sensed her sex lips part to offer him the tantalising view of her inner flesh. ‘Why don’t you fuck me, Prince Sarne of Persia?’ she taunted. ‘Why don’t you get it over with?’
    There was a long pause as the prince gazed at the open lips of her cunt. He reached forward and tugged lightly at one of the rings that pierced her tender sex flesh. ‘I will fuck you when I am ready,’ he said quietly, ‘but first you must learn.’
    ‘Learn what?’ Sahria pushed his hand away and struggled to her feet. She waited for a moment, but there was no response. Sarne merely looked at her, his expression betraying little emotion. She turned her back on him angrily and strode across the hall.
    ‘Come back here!’ The prince’s voice boomed out and echoed around the room. Sahria turned to face him and glared.
    ‘Just who do you think you’re talking to?’ she growled. ‘I am not one of your slaves.’
    Sarne walked quickly over to her and grabbed her by the arm. She tried to pull away but his grip was too fierce. ‘There are no slaves here,’ he hissed, ‘not any more. All men are free.’
    Sahria laughed in his face. ‘You are a fool. A rich man must have his slaves. How else is he to live?’
    The prince answered by grasping her hair and roughly pressing his mouth to hers. She felt him probing his tongue between her lips and clenched her teeth tightly to deny him entry. He gripped her bottom with his free hand and pressed his crotch against her. She could feel the hardness of his thick erection against her stomach. She allowed her mouth to relax and his tongue slid against her own. For a brief moment she tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that same tongue slithering in and out of her hot pussy in preparation for even greater joys to come. Suddenly, she regained her composure and bit him firmly on the lower lip. He yelped and pushed her away with such a force that she once again fell to the hard, marble floor.
    ‘You evil vixen,’ he moaned as he grasped his bleeding mouth. ‘You’ll pay dearly for such gross impertinence.’ He clapped his hands loudly. Immediately, three guards appeared as if from nowhere. ‘Take this to the black chamber,’ he ordered, as he indicated Sahria’s naked form. The guards looked at one another and grinned, then roughly helped her to her feet. She was furious at their treatment of her but was trembling visibly. Sahria knew the secrets of the black chamber well. She had enjoyed many