“And … and please remember what you promised.” “What about?” “About … you know …” I could hardly continue. I was about to commit ...yself to the most exquisite torment I had ever enjoyed. It was all my own idea and I could only hope I could stand the agony. There would be no going back. “About stopping and starting again …” I managed to croak out. “Not letting me cross the threshold …” “You really want me to do that? Again and again? Torment you till you beg for mercy? Except we both know. Then she started to slap at my tits as I recovered enough to feel the pain from her slaps, "You fuckin' dirty white whore" she said as she now slapped my face hard several times. She soon stopped, grabbed my hair and moved off from beside me and pulled me up and laid down on the couch as she twisted me around and down towards her ankles. I watched as she spread open her legs, "Now suck my cunt you fuckin' filthy white whore" she demanded as she pulled my head down to her waiting cunt. I love. "You should know, boy. YOU are Princess Hope." My eyes went wide!The Duke took my face in his hands. His dark. cold eyes bore through me. "Atleast that's what I will tell the people. They are such sheep and soconvinced of their own fables that I will use it against them. I assure you,the princess IS dead, but you were born in the right month of the right year.You have no family to deny my claim. YOU will become Princess Hope in frontof all the knights of the realm. Then, after an appropriate. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I needed to know."You haven't taken your eyes off this guy for hours now. The only thing we know for sure is, that he loves to fuck doggie style. We've been partners for a year now, and I don't even know if you have a cat. You don't really talk to me, and all I can do is talk for the both of us. You are too committed to your own world, catch bad guys, sleep, eat, and then do it all over again. Face it, you need a cock inside you," Steven.