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between her legs instead of her ladyship. I want to taste her, to suck her, to make her groan like madam did just now.’
    â€˜All in good time, my lad,’ Graf said with a low chuckle, freed the silken cord at his own waist, fashioned from it a long loop, and with an easy throw he tossed it expertly over the two writhing figures. It spun silently through the air and tightened about them, holding fast. A shriek rent the forest, followed by a howl of rage as they were dragged, together, through the mud and rotting fallen leaves. Babala began to sob and cupped her hands about her cunny, trying to hide the soft flesh from the sight of the men.
    â€˜I’ll have you hanged for this!’ screamed the Lady Fazath.
    â€˜We’re only following orders,’ said Bart, who had appeared in the clearing and was looking hungrily at madam’s muddied skirt and the silken midnight thatch bared beneath it. ‘You seem a little moist and flushed between your thighs, mistress, if I may say so.’
    â€˜You may not say so!’ With a hiss of rage the Lady Fazath, with something of a struggle in view of the bindings about her and Babala, drew her knife and threw it in Bart’s direction. Deftly he dodged and the knife fell harmlessly into the undergrowth.
    â€˜And now it’s my turn,’ he grunted, and slipped his hands between the two roped females and bound the mistress’s wrists with another length of cord. With the Lady Fazath rendered almost harmless the men were free to busy themselves on the girl.
    Peli, on Graf’s orders, bound Babala until he had her body arched, her wrists tied to her ankles, but her knees kept fully apart by a stout length of branch. ‘Do you wish to fulfil your desire, my lad, before we take them somewhere less cold and wet?’
    Babala’s eyes, wide and deep blue as the most rare of sapphires, were moist with tears, making them luminous in the rain-soaked half-light. She looked at Peli, her soft lips trembling and her cheeks still flushed from the orgasm so recently experienced. Her breasts quivered, the teats taut and inviting, and Peli felt his cock rise more stiffly under his tunic, thrusting at the fine leather to poke, full and proud, like a tent pole.
    â€˜Go on, lad,’ urged Graf, pushing the young man forward. ‘Or shall I sling her about my neck to make her more available, so you can tongue and prod with your fingers to your heart’s desire.’
    Babala strained at her bonds and felt the silken cord grow tighter at her wrists and ankles, to cut more painfully into her flesh.
    â€˜Don’t you dare touch her!’ The Lady Fazath writhed slowly towards Babala across the muddy ground, her progress impeded by her bonds. ‘She is mine! Do you understand? Mine!’
    A whip cut the damp air with a fearsome crack and Capel stood over her ladyship, a triumphant grin on his coarse face as the woman grunted in pain and the muddied skirt was cut by the lash across the slight swell of her belly, fully baring her lushly bushed sex mound.
    â€˜We were given to understand she was the Prince’s, mistress,’ he said scathingly. ‘Which is why we were sent after you.’
    The Lady Fazath rolled onto her belly to hide her partial nakedness. ‘The girl had her fill of the coarseness of man when she was fucked by the Taskmaster.’ Her words were full of venom and she tried to crawl towards the girl she so desired, surprised when she flinched away from her touch.
    Babala gasped. ‘Not true,’ she whispered. ‘The Taskmaster’s cock is beautiful, skilful. He did not hurt—’
    â€˜Be quiet, stupid girl!’ Lady Fazath again tried to writhe sinuously over the slimy ground, trying to reach Babala, to protect her.
    â€˜Yes, be quiet,’ echoed Capel, and the long whip cracked through the air once more to land, this time, upon the Lady Fazath’s upturned buttocks. The blow was so heavily