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knee?’
    If the slave picked up on her mocking tone, she gave no indication. ‘No, mistress, he did neither of those things.’
    â€˜What then?’
    â€˜He fucked me, mistress.’
    â€˜F-fucked you?’
    â€˜On all fours. He commanded me to the floor then mounted me, thrusting his hard cock inside me, and he erupted, filling my womb with his hot seed.’
    The graphic description and the images it evoked were more than Allura could bear. ‘You lying bitch!’ She struck at the slave’s pussy, delivering a cruel slash of the whip. ‘A man that powerful would never waste himself on a piece of collar meat like you.’
    â€˜Forgive me,’ the slave pleaded, ‘but it is so. I was fucked on my hands and knees, spilling his noble issue inside my unworthy cunt.’
    â€˜Don’t make it worse for yourself by repeating your filthy lies!’ Allura growled, though she could not understand why she was making such an issue of it. What did it matter to her what a pig like Baron Montreico did with his penis? Should she be surprised he’d sport with the lowest of slaves, even one as pathetic as Veeta? The man was of no significance to her whatsoever. She would never again give him audience nor would she permit him within a thousand feet of her person.
    Under pain of death. His.
    â€˜Chamberlain!’ she shouted, tugging loudly on the summoning bell, and a white-wigged man in long green livery entered, bowing at the waist. ‘Tell me, chamberlain, are the stable boys working today?’
    â€˜Yes, princess, as always.’
    â€˜Good. I want you to fetch me one. Any will do. Bring him directly as you find him; make no effort to clean him up in any way. Is that clear?’
    â€˜Perfectly, princess.’ The man bowed again, taking three large steps backwards before turning crisply.
    â€˜I’m going to do you a favor.’ The princess ran the leather thongs of the seven-stranded whip over the slave’s breasts and belly. ‘Since you were yesterday fucked by a pig, I am going to let you graduate today to a smelly stable boy, and as always you may thank me in advance for my ongoing kindness.’
    â€˜Thank you, mistress.’ Veeta opened her mouth obediently to suck the proffered whip handle.
    â€˜Maybe I should have him finish your whipping. Men are ever so much stronger.’
    The gagged slave girl whimpered, the sound barely escaping her sucking mouth. She was protesting, but Allura could see the glistening juices between her legs.
    â€˜How dare you pretend to be distressed,’ the princess squeezed an available breast, ‘when it’s obvious you love the idea?’ Veeta tried to shake her head, earning a heavy smack to her cheek. ‘Don’t contradict me, you miserable cunt.’
    â€˜Princess, the stable boy has arrived.’ It was the chamberlain returned with her special delivery, a gorgeous stable boy with ripping muscles and long dark hair, shirtless and wearing tight leather breeches. For a split second she wondered what Montreico’s torso looked like under his shirt, how his muscles would be shaped, the strong biceps and triceps and the rock hard abdomen, but quickly she banished the image.
    â€˜Stand upright,’ she told the bowing stable boy, looking him up and down. ‘He’ll do,’ she decreed. ‘You may go, chamberlain.’
    â€˜Princess,’ he repeated the backwards bow, a move she’d seen so many times in her life it was now more dull than watching a dog scratch its fleas.
    The stable boy looked nervously at the departing senior servant. Ordinarily a low level servant like him would go his entire life without ever setting foot in the castle, much less being in the same room as the crown princess, the very daughter of the dear departed king.
    â€˜When I am queen, boy,’ she informed him, ‘I will own everything in the kingdom, including you.’
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