Samantha was trying hard to get up, but the eunuchs held her in the undignified position, flat on her back with her knees on her chest. Then something...short, hard and cold was pressed into the entrance to her vagina and strapped in position. Only after that was she allowed to stand up, and the fat eunuch helped her dress in a silk gown, blue this time. He also gave her an embroidered handkerchief which she realised was what he had used to wipe the blood from her thighs.Meanwhile the Emir had. After the initial euphoria Sam looks unhappy and I watch her move away into a corner. She soon had several admirers but she sends them away. I too had no steady girl so it is my job to keep the party going. “Piss off” echoed across the venue and we all looked at Sam. She was fed up of the big black guy man-handling her. Shit, he is a good six inches taller than me and built like a ‘brick shit house’. Everyone just looks on, including his girlfriend. For the first time I realise that she is my. " She almost whispered, trying to look away, but her collar was pulling in such a way that made it almost impossible. I flicked my blade at the button it rested on and sent it clattering to the hardwood floor, never taking my eyes away from hers. "Where aren't you supposed to do that, little Angel?" I asked with subdued sternness and moved the blade down to the next button. She struggled against the leashes' grip, half-heartedly trying to get away. I popped the next button from the shirt. Theywere BFFs and you'd never see one without the other. We had held up thepretence of friendship, but had a massive rivalry. I had caught them onthe odd night out and had made sure to brag about how well I had beendoing in my job at the letting agency and just how lovely the view of thecanal was from my luxury apartment. Those times, they had skulked awaywhile I gloated. I knew this time was going to be different.I knew that with the changes, my gloating hadn't happened, and we hadn'tseen each.