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directly, âand observe the price of your mistressâ earlier disobedience.â
âNo,â pleaded Allura, âdo not let her see.â
There was to be no genteel lifting of skirts this time; grasping the back of her bodice the baron ripped apart her dress, tearing the velvet to shreds, and in a matter of violent seconds she was naked.
Veeta gasped to see the evidence of Alluraâs beating.
âAmazing, isnât it?â The baron ran a hand over the welts, making Allura whimper and squirm. âSuch a seemingly effective punishment, and yet completely ineffective.â
âOwâ¦â cried Allura, the caresses reawakening the earlier agonies.
âThis is mine,â the baron caressed Alluraâs sex. âIf you ever allow another to touch, fondle or fuck it, you will pay a price you cannot imagine. Is that clear?â
âYesâ¦â Allura sobbed. âYesâ¦â
âYes, husband,â he amended. âThe practice will do you good.â
âYes, husband .â She tried to dampen the inevitable sarcasm.
âYour body is pledged to me,â he repeated. âI will share it with no other.â
She wriggled against his fingers, slick and aroused. âYes, husband.â
âYouâd like to be fucked, wouldnât you?â
âN-no,â she lied, afraid to demean herself in front of the slave.
The baron smacked her with his hand. âNo wife of mine will be permitted to lie.â
Allura groaned, her cheek against the cushion, the blood rushing to her head. âYes, I want it, oh, I need it.â
âWell you shanât have it.â He used her hair once more as a handle, lifting her upright. âWhat you will have is a little lesson in humility. I want you to crawl to the bed and get on it, facing me, on all fours.â
Tears formed in Alluraâs eyes, and not merely from the pain in her scalp; what he was about to make her do in front of her slave would mortify her.
âIs there a problem?â He cocked his arm, fully prepared to slap her.
âNo, thereâs no problem.â Allura simply could not fight anymore. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. The man was too big, too strong and too deviant, and he had far too much ability to make her body betray her. By his will he had reduced her to this, winning the battle of clothing, of posture, of obedience.
If only the little bitch did not have to be there to witness her submission. Allura looked down to the floor. The slave Veeta was, to all intents and purposes, her equal now. Both girls were naked; both were the same age, and both sex objects in the presence of a strong, lustful male. Which would he choose, she wondered, if he could have only one? The thought made her physically ill. The baron could go to the devil and take the little bitch with him.
Allura simpered as the marble pressed against her knees. It was so hard.
âDo not make me wait,â Montreico warned.
She went down the rest of the way, onto her palms, and quickly, anxious to get this over with, she began to crawl.
âAre you a good slave, Veeta?â asked Montreico, as Allura reached her place of shame on the bed.
âI try, master.â
âA good answer,â he approved. âCome closer.â
Allura felt a sharp stab of jealousy as the dark-haired girl was allowed to take her place, standing directly in front of him, looking up into his eyes.
âDo I frighten you?â
âYes, master.â
âWhy?â he wanted to know, brushing back strands of hair from her brow.
âBecause master is strong and very strict.â
âBut why be afraid? If you are a good slave you will never fall afoul of me.â
âNo slave is perfect, master. There is reason enough for us all to take beatings.â
Montreicoâs fingers were under her chin as he kissed her. It was full and soft and not harsh, and it made Allura burn inside that it
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