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"I can see you're going to be a fun one," she said, sighing. "And less talk of demons, please. I know things about Prince Arj's worship habits that would make your blood freeze. There are names that should not be spoken aloud in this palace."

"Thank you for confirming my beliefs about your master."

"You'll come to appreciate his finer points in time, if you survive."

"Finer points? The story I heard is that he gave the order for the sacking and raping of Darseen. Would that be a finer point? A coward and a whore-monger, I'd say."

"You do realize your every word in this apartment is recorded, don't you?"

"I'd assumed it."

"Then know that your brother is missing a finger because of things you have said and done. One finger, only, so far."

I sat in repulsed silence.

"That is why I am here, Alani. Please be good. No, perhaps you can't be good. Please be accepting. This is your new home now, and I know you must hate it, but there's nothing you can do about it that will not harm innocents."

"And why would you care? You are not of my blood! You're a slave and a whore in a land of dogs!"

She pursed her lips. "It was the pinky, if you're curious."

"Let it be the whole hand," I raged. "Let his life end here. Better that than to submit to a warring, whoring nation. We were a peaceful country. We offered no offence. We traded in grain and grapes until your armies marched-"

"I am a woman, and I do not discuss politics."

"I am a princess, and I do!"

"You're talking to the air, then. No one wants your opinions here. This nation swore an oath to end every nation in the Caliphate, two hundred years ago. Yours was the last. Don't ask me why there was an oath or what it was sworn to, I'm sure I'd rather not know. I do know that the war was fought fairly, no atomics, no plagues, just-"

"Just the slaughter of farmers and the rape of mothers. And a crop failure that was no natural occurrence. Faugh! Your men, your leaders, are animals!"

"An angry male is a dangerous thing, Alani. In this country, anyway. As women it is our role to prevent them from getting angry. Some women do it with wisdom, but you and I..." she shrugged. "We do it in other ways. Men fight to dominate territory and take the women for themselves. They wage war to own our bodies. They talk of honor or oaths to demons or economic need or who knows what all, but in the end..." she patted her breasts. "It's about the hottest women and the most sex and the most prolific offspring. I was captured from Surra, brought here, trained intensively, surgery, drugs, hypnosis... all to please Prince Arj."

"O! fortunate favorite of the Prince!" I snapped. "If getting on all fours for him is intended to satisfy him and slake his urge for conquest, you seem to have failed."

"No one woman slakes Prince Arj. But to your point, he was not the strongest proponent of the war. And this is all far from the topic. I'm here for you, not for political debate."

"I want nothing from you, thank you."

"Please, Alani. You might become a concubine to the Prince. I promise you there are worse lives. As I am head of concubines, you need me as you friend."

I spat at her feet.

"Have it your way then," she said. "Just know it doesn't have to be this way."

"We're done here," I said, gesturing her dismissal. She just laughed.

"No, we are not, silly girl. I brought you your watered wine, by the way; drink it slowly. It is only half water."

"They let you carry heavy things? Aren't you worried that your perfect symmetry will be marred if you build up muscle in your right arm?"

"I do, actually. I carried it on my left for half the distance. You are clever to have thought of it."

"All humans seem clever to dogs. Leave!"

"I cannot, silly girl. I have work to do here. The sexual aspects of your training begin today."

"So your Prince follows you here?"

"Prince Arj? The very thought. He won't have you until you've been quite thoroughly conditioned and managed. No, pretty girl, I will begin your training."

And she smiled, darkly, and ran her tongue along her thumb, slowly, eyeing me.

"Soulless slut! No woman will ever-" And I leapt at her, claws extended-

-and crashed into a wall of glassee that had not been between us a moment before. I'd had no idea that a wall that size could be created, and I hit it hard enough that I was knocked backwards, dizzied and breathless, to my knees.

"Guards needed," she said to the air. "Bring the bonds."

++

I was dragged to a wide bed, naked and chained, limbs spread apart. A gag with a wooden ball affixed to it was forced into my mouth; I could not speak, spit or bite. The guards stayed to watch what followed.

"Innocent, beautiful Alani," Enjine said. "The first time with a woman is often horrifying, but you'll rapidly come to crave my touch almost as much as you'll crave the Prince's. You can't help that, so don't fill your mind with vows that it will be different with you. I remember how I felt. First, I'm going to give you some of the wine, which has a drug in it. It will not make you sleepy. It has other effects."

A guard held my head still, as she pushed a tube into my mouth, alongside the ball. She pinched my nose, and the drugged wine trickled in. I had no choice but to swallow, over and over. Warmth filled my belly instantly, stronger than the warmth of wine.

"There. And now, pretty girl, it's just you and me, and these guards. And the cameras... I wonder how many people are looking at you right now? There's no way to tell.' Her hand landed on my belly, and she pet it, slowly. "Strangers, watching your sexual needs pulled to the surface, against your will. You will find that erotic, whether you like it or not... deep in every woman is a need to be wanted, a need to attract the male eye. And to harden his c**k."

Her hand traced small circles, low on my belly. I closed my eyes and prayed to the moon, aloud, but the gag made my sounds incomprehensible, and it didn't drown out her words.

"What we are doing here is hardening cocks, I promise you. And that's the secret to this, sexy girl. It's not really me that is turning you on. It's the fact that I'm just an instrument of the Prince. It's his will that touches you, he's just using my hand to do it... I have no choice in this. Though you'll have guessed that I don't mind it. When I was trained I was also taught to appreciate female beauty..."

Her hand slid to my thighs, and stroked them. I couldn't get away. I couldn't close my legs. I couldn't scream in rage.

"In truth there's something sexy about other beautiful women. We both know it. You look at my breasts, and you feel... something. It makes you want to be sexier as well. Maybe it's the comfort we got from nursing, long ago? Or maybe it's something... else. Look at my breasts, Alani."

She slid her body next to mine, and turned my head so my face was nearly in her cleavage. I closed my eyes, tightly. She was wrong. I had no interest in her body. That was sickening.

Her hand drifted, like soft silk, back over my belly and under my breasts. She pet there, lightly, making the fullness of my breasts press against her hand.

"Yours are also lovely. I shivered when I saw Prince Arj run his thumb over your nipples, because I knew what you felt... it's such a vulnerable place, a n****e. Did you know that when they are massaged, something in released within a woman's brain? You can't help how good it feels. Already you wish my fingertip would caress one... open your eyes, pretty, helpless girl. Look at my nipples. See how hard they are becoming."

I would not.

"Look," she said, softer and lower. And then her hand drifted again, over my nipples, petting them slowly and lightly. Revulsion filled me. I shook.

"If only you could stop me," she whispered against my ear. "Then you'd remain sane and chaste. But you can't. And the truth is, it feels good regardless of who does it. Did you know that we can be trained by pleasure... It works just as well as a whip. Of course, you'll experience the whip, too. You'll experience everything. There's no form of sexuality and pleasure you won't become helplessly addicted to. Have you ever craved a spanking? Multiple men? Rough sex against your will?.."

The spanking. Of all memories to being up, that one... his hand coming down on my bared a**. My sobs and whimpers, the uncontrollable embarrassment of it, the lasting sting, but worst of all, fearng the man that did it to me. Fearing his strength, the hardness of his hand, and the way I had become helpless in his lap. The feeling of his power, controlling my very body. His merciless amusement and -- oh moon -- the way I'd struggled to keep my body from pressing against his suddenly huge erection-

"I told you to look at me," she hissed, softly, in my ear. And then she slapped my face, sharply.

I shrieked in rage, but also in fear. I was a princess and she was a slave, but she had slapped me as if the opposite were true. She was trying to reverse the roles and that must not happen!

My eyes flew open, and I shut them again, tightly. Her hand went back to my breasts, petting, slowly. The contrast of the sting of my cheek of the warmth of her hand, and the hardness of my n****e, and the memory of the spanking...

"Are you starting to feel the drug? It's disorienting at first, but soon... open your eyes, or I'll slap you again. Maybe your breast this time, I know how to do it over and over but not mark you..."

Suddenly her fingertips were pulling at my n****e, quick light tugs. I shivered. It should not feel good. It should not.

"And now, my fingernails, biting in gently, but deeper and deeper... open your eyes, princetoy. If you don't there will be blood..."

Pain flared quickly, and suddenly my eyes were open and staring. "Good girl." She cooed to me. "See how pretty we are, with our rounded breasts and flat bellies? Take pleasure in our beauty... I'm going to reward you for looking at me, sweet girl."

Her mouth nibbled across my throat and over my breast, and she sucked my n****e, slowly but deeply. I had not expected the intensity of the pleasure it caused, and I gasped. What was this drug?

And then she licked her thumb, and ran it quickly down my belly, and against my flower. And stroked and rubbed as she sucked.

Not that! I twisted violently in my bonds, but she only chuckled. "Guards? Pin her flat."

Large hands took my hips, and now I was truly unable to move. Her thumb returned, sliding along the petals, pressing gently inward, and then returning to-

"Stop! Stop!" I cried, but I couldn't even speak. I was utterly helpless and she was relentless. Her thumb worked in a tiny circle and fire built up inside me. Does it really not matter who touches us, only how? Was it my helplessness, the eyes of the men, the effect of the drug?

Her lips were against my ear again. "Good girl... when did you last have pleasure? I know you've had none since you came here..."

I shook my head frantically, no, as my belly tightened.

"Don't lie to me, pretty girl, you've been watched, you haven't even touched... oh. Oh my, Alani. You mean you've... never... had this pleasure? Is that even possible? Oh, pretty girl, what a dilemma you give me. A treat like that should belong to my Prince, but the thought of making you feel it..."

She panted against my ear, and her thumb moved faster. Another finger stroked slowly along my slit, and pressed inward, very gently. She knew all the places to touch, she knew things I didn't, and my legs tensed helplessly. And then my belly. Warmth was growing, spreading, and I fought to keep it back, but somehow it made things worse. My back began to arch involuntarily, and then Enjine thrust her tongue into my ear, moaning in anticipation-

"Your first instinct was better, Enjine," snapped a deep male voice. Arj's. Enjine twitched like an electric shock had touched her, and she sat up instantly. "My Thrakur!"

He was not here; it was only his voice. He'd been watching. And he had stopped her at the very last possible second. I clenched repeatedly, shamefully, desperately, half-sobbing in frustration.

"Make her want it if you like, and show her how if you choose. Not more."

She bowed her head, and then turned to me again. She was, I knew, disappointed and angry.

"Make you want it, my Thrakur said." She whispered against my ear. And then her fingers began to play on me -- cruelly.

She knew exactly how to bring me to the edge of pleasure, and then stop. And then start again. In minutes I was sobbing in helpless frustration. Then she nibbled my n****e, quick tiny bites and sensual licking and intense sucking, while her finger drew fast circles just inside me, and my sobs turned to shrieks. I had no idea my body could burn like this, and the presence of the men nearby made no difference at all. If anything it made it worse. Soon I was voiceless from screaming.

"You'd be willing enough for the Prince's hands now," she hissed to me. "And I find that thought hot. So I'm going to show you how women take pleasure from their imaginations. Watch carefully."

She straddled my belly, and looked down at me with an evil and perverse desire. "Touch her breasts," she told the guards. "Not too gently."

She stroked herself, neck and torso, as she watched them touch me. And then her hand settled over her flower and a breast, and she teased herself into frantic moaning with quick, practiced fingers. I should have been embarrassed beyond words but I was long past that point, and I stared at her aroused body, helplessly fascinated. Her eyes watched the mans' hands on me, and she licked her lips.

"He's... he's going to... force you... your pretty, helpless body... you'll beg him to stop, but..."

She sank fingers into herself, savagely. "...you'll arch, you'll convulse as he pounds you- oh ********, your pretty innocent helpless body responding, learning to love his brutality, and the lost little-girl look in your eyes as you realize you're going to come, and want him to come in you, the shame because you don't know how to please him, the fear and arousal as his c**k enslaves you, and the way you'll writhe and beg... oh ******** yes, beg to come around his monster c**k, beg helplessly, and then you'll-"

She arched, belly convulsing through her intense pleasure, imagining my rape. To my horror it made me clench faster, and the guards twisted my nipples, pulling upwards, slowly... one rough touch against my flower and I'd have exploded uncontrollably, and my hips tilted up, hoping to lure a guard's hand there, and I bit my lip to stop myself from pleading-

"Enjine to my quarters, guards to your stations," the Prince's voice called. Enjine's eyes opened slowly, as she panted. "Yes, my master," she cooed.

She slid off me, and bent over me, warm and so beautiful and so content. She licked my ear, and murmured, "He'll ******** me senseless. It doesn't matter that I just came -- he'll just take me, and it will feel good because I'm pleasing him. That's what men do to us, they make us need to please. You think you're strong and self-sufficient, but once he possesses your body you'll do anything to please his hard c**k... his and anyone else's he wants you to. Think about that."

She shifted, and licked and kissed her way down my breasts, and belly, and then, one featherlight lick across the bud, and I moaned uncontrollably.

"Don't," I sobbed. "Don't leave me tied. The drug- I want-"

"Oh, sweet girl. I lied about the drug. There are drugs that will do things to you, but that was just wine. Everything you felt -- that was all you, you innocent little slutling. Think about that, too... Now I have to run, he is not patient when his c**k is hard..."

She turned and scampered, and the guards left me.

I lay there, bound, and whimpered softly in need. The cameras... men could see me... they could see me helpless and desperate, and only fear of the Prince would stop them from coming to me... fantasies took over my mind, and in all of them I saw the Prince's eyes...

++

Shuddering, I passed into a shallow sleep, and my dreams were unspeakable, so I will not speak of them. I know about dreams. They are not the mystical passageways to other worlds that some religions claim. They simply are a mind's attempt to bridge what we believe and what is true. My dreams were trying to teach me about the inevitability of my life with the Prince... I will say no more.

I woke to four men around the bed, naked to the waist. One had a tube and a jug; another had an ornate blackwood box.

I screamed, but pointlessly, because the gag was still in my mouth. They chuckled, putting down their supplies, opening the box...

"Time to pee, slut," one said, and he wrapped a cloth between my legs, and then pressed down mercilessly on my bladder. I had never imagined anything as degrading as being forced to pee into a cloth on command, and when I finished I was sobbing. It was somehow worse than the forced arousal on camera; then I remembered that this was under a camera, and my tears redoubled.

"There there, slut, it's ok. Baby sluts pee themselves sometimes. And then they get washed."

Tears gave way to infuriated rage, but I was gagged and the insults I rained down on them were ineffective. They took sponges from the box and swabbed my body down, and then rubbed me dry with thick towels. In truth I've been washed by my slave a number of times, but the choice was mine and she was female, and nearly a friend. These were dogs who intended to humiliate, to infantilize.

And then they blindfolded me.

I didn't know their social status, and somehow, that made this worse. Guards, nobles, brigands off the street? If there is a humiliation worse than being handled by four strange men at once, it is in not even knowing their social class.

"Listen carefully, slut. No matter what, you will not have an orgasm. Or 'spring into bloom' as your sort puts it, is that right? No matter what you feel and hear, you will hold back on that slutty urge of yours. We know you want to show us all just how hot you get when you're handled, but I guess you know they've got your brother, so you don't get to come and you don't get to speak. And if we do give you the use of your hands or mouth, you'll be a good slut, you'll be pleasing. We hope you understand, because if you don't? Well that's bad for you. But I know you want to be a good slut -- all women do."

The touching began.

The hands were coarse and hard, and that probably meant they were no nobles. But not certainly -- in a time of war, there are nobles who ride out to prove themselves in battle. Lord Tir's hands had shown the peculiar hardness that comes with weapons training. So had the Prince's.

Hands on my breasts, throat and thighs... the light stroking of my belly...

I could do nothing about my body's reactions. I'd been forced to arousal earlier, by Enjine, and then left to roil in need. Now I learned that without release, being touched brought the arousal back, hard. My nipples were quickly aching against the palms of my tormenters, and my breathing was a frantic pant soon after. I tried to beg them to stop, but the gag permitted no words. Tears began to trickle again.

Then... two mouths, one over each n****e. So wrong! Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew that this was a sensation women were not intended to feel. I have never understood why a grown man would want to suck at a woman's n****e; but now I did. It had much less to do with what the man feels, as what it does to the woman. I felt my rage ebbing, my desire for touch increasing, and I moaned something like fear as I realized my body was relaxing, acclimating to the touch of men I did not know.

"Good slut," one whispered in my ear, softly. No, I was not a slut! I had been deprived of food, sexually tormented, and threatened, and my reactions were not normal! Take this gag from my mouth and I will tell you of my purity!