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panting, they fell apart.
    “ See? I told you it would be better with you on top.”
    He laughed gruffly.
    “ Are you alright?”
    “ I’m fine.” His voice sounded harsh and he coughed. “We can do that sometimes, if you like.”
    “ What about you? Don’t you like being on top of me?”
    “ You talk too much. Go to sleep.”
    After a few seconds, rasping snores filled the air, the first time she’d heard him snore.
    Her heart beat faster; she’d made him do what she wanted for a change. It gave her a warm feeling inside which was better than the actual fucking.
    She’d won.
     
    *  *  *
     
    Ifay chopped yet more vegetables for the meal. How could she escape this life? She remembered her home, the hot, dry country and that awful day.
    She’d been playing with her younger brothers and sisters, chasing each other round the prickly bushes, when two men had jumped out on them all and tied their hands together. Her brothers and sisters had screamed and screamed, but no one came to save them. Where were their parents?
    To stop the screaming, the men gagged them, but one of her brothers fought back so violently that a man cut his throat and the blood spurted out, splattering the dry sandy earth.
    After that everyone stopped making noise, lying limply in the men’s arms, knowing it was pointless to resist.
    They’d been taken to a cart, thrown in and jerked across the dusty landscape, away from home to unfamiliar country. Then to the sea.
    Ifay had never seen the sea before, but its blue, lapping beauty belied its roughness. She and her fellow captives spent weeks of tossing on the ocean, vomiting helplessly for hours, surrounded by stinking fellow prisoners, taunted by the shouts of their lucky captors outside in the fresh air.
    Then they arrived in a mysterious land where white stuff poured from the sky. Cold like nothing she had ever experienced before made her shiver painfully. Yet more of her comrades died, freezing to death before their abductors realised they needed to be wrapped up warmer and they weren’t just animals.
    Back on dry land at last, Ifay almost kissed the ground, but was pulled upright by one of the blond-haired, bearded men, shouting in an incomprehensible tongue.
    “ Where are my sisters? My brothers?” she replied to his questions.
    He shrugged and pointed round at the other dark people of her homeland. Carefully checking each face, she couldn’t see a single one of her siblings.
    “ Where are they?” She flung herself at the man, beating on his chest with her emaciated arms.
    He flung her off and she fell onto the icy ground, feeling the cold seep into her bones despite the fur clothing. The others stared down with blank eyes. She was alone in a foreign land with no salvation.
    But even that hadn’t been the worst. Masters had abused her and it became a routine to be treated that way. Some had been kind but most not. She was a fool thinking her current one was any different, just because he’d been generous at first. He’d still had sex with her against her wishes. What had she done to deserve this life?
     
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    “ So, this stuff goes inside you?” Ragnar failed to keep a straight face while dipping his finger into the dates, acacia bark and honey mixture.
    “ Yes.” Aelfwyn slapped him on the arm. "Be sensible!"
    “ I’ll do it then.” He put his finger, covered in the sticky paste, inside her and she squirmed.
    “ That feels really strange.”
    He put more into her, rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out in exaggerated lust, and she giggled. He couldn’t help pushing his finger in and out to see the effect on her.
    “ So, is this meant to stop you having babies or make us want more sex?”
    “ The second one, it seems.”
    He carried on compulsively, while she waited.
    “ Come on then. Before Alvi wakes up again.”
    “ Oh! Right. Sorry.”
    He moved on top of her.
    “ It feels funny to me too. Like fucking dough.”
    “ How do you know what dough