A tall guy standing at the door opened the narrow door and let the slaves into the room. The owner reclined on a wide bed and underlined slowly regaled on grapes. On the floor, chained to a leg, a naked girl was sitting on her knees and watched with greedy eyes as her Master put another berry in her mouth. Her hands were pulled behind her back with a thin belt, and her mouth was plugged with a piece of coarse matter.

Ilma noted that the whole body of the captive was “painted” with bloody stripes from the whip. The nipple of the left breast was swollen and bleeding. The girl barely restrained herself not to scream.

- Oh! That's my princess complained! - Milard exclaimed, setting aside the grape dish, - How did Your Highness spend the night? Were everyone satisfied?

“Oh, thank you, my Lord,” Ilma knelt and bowed her head.

- Would you like to try grapes? He asked, smiling sweetly.

“As you wish, Master,” the girl whispered.

Milard got off the bed and walked over to the slave sitting at his feet. With a jerk, pulling the gag from her mouth, he gave the girl a strong slap in the face. With a cry, she jerked to the side. The metal collar immediately slammed into her throat, and the poor slave groaned in pain.

Throwing his head back, Milard laughed out loud, but left the unfortunate alone, again silencing her mouth with a rag.

- Hey, you! - He turned to Gile, - Take this bitch in a cage and tell him to heal her. Do it, dirty monkey!

The eldest slave unbuckled the leash from Ilma's collar and began to bustle around the slave. Having unhooked her from the foot of the bed and putting her on her feet, she took it with a habitual movement on a pretext and quickly led her out of the room without even turning around. Ilma was left alone with her worst enemy.

Now she was able to see Milard well. Long dark hair fell into disarray on broad shoulders. The correct oval of his face could envy any young man. In the dark eyes of living through power. The young man was almost completely naked, only a small loincloth covered his lower abdomen. Muscular chest and shoulders were covered with deep scars, which eloquently indicated that this man was not hiding behind the backs of his soldiers during the battles. His legs were slim and strong. The girl regretfully thought that she could have fallen in love with this young man if she did not know who he is.

Milard walked slowly around the room, not even looking at his guest. He was thinking about something intently, rubbing his forehead with his finger. Something disturbed him, did not give rest, gnawed from within.

Grabbing a small bell from the table, Milard shook it nervously in his hand. A guard appeared at the door.

“Do not let anyone in with me,” the Master ordered.

“Even ...,” the tall guy extended his neck.

- No one, I said! - Milard shouted at him, - Go away!

The guard clapped himself on the shoulder with his hand and quickly disappeared through the door. Clicked the lock. The gentleman climbed back onto the bed.

“Well, come to me, my dear,” he beckoned the girl with a finger.

Ilma wanted to understand her knees, but Milard’s warning gesture stopped her. Going over her knees, the slave crawled to the bed. The young man raised her chin with his toes and looked intently into his eyes. Leaning back on a pile of pillows, he gestured to lie down beside him.

Ilma, wriggling like a snake, climbed onto the feather beds and nestled at his feet. Milard nodded at the rag covering his genitals. Girl teeth began to pull her off her hips. The young man watched her, enjoying his power over this blond slave, for whom he chased all over the Middle Sea.And now she is here, chained and humiliated, lying in his bed, not daring to contradict her Boss. She is in full power, and he will try to make the former princess feel his strength and power in full.

The loincloth slipped from his thigh and a powerful phallus opened to the gaze of the girl, instantly rising and opening in all its glory. Ilma even captured the spirit. He was really good: fat, straight, like a candle, with a perfect burgundy head and a perfect slit, from which a pink bridle stretched.

Without hesitation, Milard grabbed the slave by the hair and pulled him to the organ. In pain, the girl screamed and opened her mouth, gasping for them. Without allowing her to come to her senses, the young man thrust the halyard into the open mouth so deeply that Ilma coughed. Not wanting to be drenched in vomit, Milard eased his grip.

Slave pushed the penis out of her mouth and raised her head.

“Oh my lord,” she said in a stifled voice, “listen to your slave.” You are strong and beautiful! You do not and should not be in anything failure. And in a female caress - especially. But, if you want to fully enjoy this affection, let your slave herself show what she can do. Let her demonstrate her skills. M I assure you, you will be satisfied.

“Hm,” Milard was even a little taken aback by such a fiery speech, “So you are asking to give you a chance?”

“I pray this, my Lord,” the princess bowed her head and barely touched the head of her penis with her lips.

- Well, come on, bitch, show, - the young man leaned back on the pillows, - But remember, if I do not like something, you will know the fullness of my caresses.

Having depicted on the face humility, which she was capable of, Ilma wrapped her lips around her cock and slowly pulled herself inside. With what pleasure she would have dug into it with her sharp teeth. But then everything would have been lost, and her life would have ended so stupidly and stupidly.

She slid up and down the phallus, helping herself with her tongue, then sucking the rod into herself, then slowly releasing her from captivity. Sensitively watching the behavior of the Boss, the girl slowed down, then accelerated the pace. Feeling that the discharge is close, Ilma almost stopped. Only her soft warm tongue barely touched the swollen head.

Milard lay on the cushions, arms outstretched. His eyes were covered. Without knowing this person, one would think that he is calm and indifferent to all the efforts of the slave. But that was not the case at all. The young man was internally tense, like a compressed spring. Huge physical effort cost him not to give that pleasure, which he now felt.

It seemed to Milard that his flesh would now explode, and his soul would separate from the body and soar upward. No slave or street girl could not bring it to such a state. The young man of the last forces held back a moan, ready to break from his lips. He wanted to grab the princess by the shoulders and pull her lips into this charming and skillful scarlet mouth, penetrate into its depths, slip into it and stay like that forever.

Sensing that the pause was a little delayed, and the host member began to lose firmness, Ilma resumed affection. Her tongue, like a moth, fluttered along the entire length of the trunk, and hot, moist lips tightly closed around the head that began to swell. She began frantically sucking on the organ, like a big nipple, gradually increasing the tempo of her exciting caress.

Milard suddenly arched, raised on his elbows, opened his mouth wide and broke out with a long groan, more like the roar of a wounded beast. The next second tight tight stream of his seed pierced the sky, quickly filling the girl's entire mouth. His body shook several times and collapsed on the bed exhausted.

“You surprised me, slave,” Milard said in a guttural voice. “I always knew you were a born slut.”

“Oh, Sir,” Ilma laid down her cheek on the host’s thigh of sweat and sweat, “Every woman wants to look in the eyes of the man in the way he wants to see her.

- It is not strange, - the young man raised himself and unexpectedly gently stroked her hair, - You're right, princess.

The girl looked up and ... Read more →