“She’s dead, man.” he said flatly.I released the rope and her head fell back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling.“The last thing she saw was...your big cock fucking her.” I said.“I’m going to get cleaned up. She’s all yours.” He said, zipping up and walking out of the room.I laid her gently on her back, turned her head towards me and inserted my very hard cock into her open mouth. Placing one hand on her throat and one hand on her forehead, I began fucking her mouth, still wet and warm. I. ‘We’ve made it. We’re safe.’ she said, and laughed. He looked around at the luxurious chamber. ‘Whose room is this?’ ‘Yours. I reserved it for the Earl of Oxbridge.’ He was really free. He took a deep breath, hauled her into his arms and kissed her. It was like putting a spark to powder. All the terror and adrenaline turned to desire, and he couldn’t get enough of her. It must have been the same for Clara too, because she turned to flame in his arms. Without ever breaking the kiss, he was. Im your cunt-owner, alright? Thats what you call me. And guess what, my employee down there, your sir, he promised me every Wednesday. So you better get used to this. Say yes cunt-owner if you understand, she demands. Yes, cunt-owner, I say, horrified at whats going to happen next. She unzips her pants, and a black strap-on dildo pops out from the crotch of her dress pants. Suck it. What&hellip, why? I say. Ive never been asked to suck a dildo, and I cant possibly see where she gets pleasure in. She cried for days after her mother passed, but then cruel fate dealt her another spade. The chandlery was seized by the merchant’s guild and sold to a horrible, disgusting man. Dara’s first night as his ward he tried to rape her. She fought back and cracked a crockery pot over his head and fled into the streets. For six long years she survived on her wits and daring, living in alleys and flophouses, just one of many homeless street urchins. Dara raised a hand as if to wave goodbye to all the.