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swallowed nervously. ‘Yes, princess.’
    She laughed. ‘I’m only joking. For goodness sake, relax. You’re here to have a good time.’ He was about to have a very good time, one that would surpass anything he was ever likely to enjoy again in his whole miserable life. She hoped he’d appreciate the extraordinary lengths she was going to for him. When her uncle found out about her bringing this male creature into her bedchambers he was sure to give her a stern lecture.
    â€˜What you do reflects not only on you, Allura, but upon the monarchy itself. The very future of our realm depends upon your sensibilities.’ Those were his watchwords, or a close enough facsimile. As if the man himself did not have his own lowly liaisons, the pretty peasants girls rounded up to take his beatings and whatever else he could manage at his age.
    What a caretaker like Fortragian would never understand, though, was the loneliness and isolation of the kingship itself. Her father had felt it and soon she would, too, but in the meantime she planned on enjoying her freedom. As well as practicing in small doses her soon to be absolute power over the whole kingdom.
    â€˜Tell me your name, boy, and your age,’ she demanded.
    â€˜I am Willemo and I have passed twenty summers, princess.’
    â€˜That makes you a year older than me. Splendid. Now tell me, Willemo, is that slave hanging there pleasing in your sight? Does she have, in your estimation, a good body?’
    â€˜Very much so, princess.’
    â€˜You would fuck her, then?’
    Willemo’s brow furrowed. He was becoming suspicious. ‘Princess, if you wish to make some accusation pray do so now and not later.’
    â€˜No accusations, Willemo, merely a gift… in exchange for one small favor.’
    â€˜Princess?’
    â€˜You must whip the slut before you fuck her.’
    â€˜But I have never done such a thing, princess.’
    â€˜And you call yourself a man?’ she laughed. ‘Come, fetch the whip from my hand, boy. Veeta wants a taste of it, don’t you, slut?’
    â€˜Yes, mistress,’ rasped the broken girl. ‘I beg to be beaten as the animal I am.’
    Allura nodded in satisfaction. ‘There you have it, Willemo.’
    His lips tightened, but he stepped forward to retrieve the seven-stranded leather whip without objection.
    â€˜Not there.’ She stopped him as he moved to stand behind her. ‘You will whip the slut on her breasts and pussy.’
    Veeta’s eyes watered. The pain would be exquisite.
    â€˜And I should like you naked, Willemo, if you please.’
    Knowing himself powerless to resist the command of one so powerful, he pulled off his boots and slid down his breeches, his semi-rigid cock a work of art.
    â€˜Stand in front of the slut,’ Allura ordered. ‘Let her see what will be fucking her soon enough.’
    Willemo was a big youth, with hairy balls and a sturdy penis.
    â€˜Tell me, Veeta, is the baron this well endowed?’ Allura enquired mischievously.
    â€˜N-not quite, mistress.’
    â€˜Oh? And what of his muscles? Do you think he could beat this Willemo in a fair fight?’
    â€˜I do not know,’ the hanging slave replied. ‘I did not get a close enough look.’
    â€˜He possessed you, did he not?’
    â€˜Yes, mistress.’
    â€˜Then I would say you got very close. Willemo, strike her pussy, as hard as you can.’
    Veeta cried out at his first attempt, but Allura was not satisfied.
    â€˜You must do it harder, Willemo, or I will have you whipped by the guards in her place.’
    Willemo reared back his arm and let loose, leaving a savage red mark across her denuded mound.
    â€˜Now her breasts,’ the princess directed, and the young man lashed out, beginning to get the hang of the device. ‘More,’ ordered the princess, her pulse racing. ‘Hurt her more.’
    How Allura wished she had a