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"She is going to the castle."
Juliana looked down on the young beauty that had been placed in her charge. She was a gorgeous creature that possessed a certain seductive sensuality combined with a hint of sweet innocence. Her clients would pay well for the chance to have her to do with as they pleased. Even bound to the cot and suffering the effect of the drug she had been given the girl fought to rose. So she has spirit Juliana mused as she was asked,
"For how long?"
The stunning blonde was more than pleased to learn that she would have the young beauty for a very long time for she knew Sergey’s desire for revenge. It was then that Juliana knelt by the girl’s cot and whispered in her ear,
"Soon you will know that this is our of your control. The sooner you stop fighting the better life will be for you."
Juliana gently brushed a stray hair from Mara’s angelic face before rising. A little nod from her, a pin prick and once more the velvet darkness closed around Mara.
By the time she awoke from her drug educed Mara found herself in a luxurious drawing room lying on a plush oriental carpet. As her mind slowly cleared she became aware that the room was softly let and the soft fragrances of jasmine and sandalwood played at the corners of her senses. Some one had dressed her in a white gown, and memories of her wedding day her kidnapping and her violation came scream back to her mind.
“I see your awake my pretty!”
The soft sensual voice caressed Mata’s senses Juliana smiled as Mara lifted her stunningly beautiful eyes to her. Slowly Mara became aware of the panting and groaning of a couple having sex and to her horror she saw herself stripping and then doing the vilest things to a man she did not know.
“You are here to please men with your body Miss Rossi so with that in mind please rise my dear and be so kind as to raise your skirts till I tell you to stop.”
The gorgeous blonde who addressed her was dressed in a black leather corset and thigh high leather boots with a six inch hell. She was lounging in a chair with one leg casually draped over the arm and in her hand was a whip whose braided thong the woman ran lovingly through her fingers.
“Oh please my dear refuse for I so wish to see you dance to the caress of the lash girl!”
Juliana looked down on the young beauty that had been placed in her charge. She was a gorgeous creature that possessed a certain seductive sensuality combined with a hint of sweet innocence. Her clients would pay well for the chance to have her to do with as they pleased. Even bound to the cot and suffering the effect of the drug she had been given the girl fought to rose. So she has spirit Juliana mused as she was asked,
"For how long?"
The stunning blonde was more than pleased to learn that she would have the young beauty for a very long time for she knew Sergey’s desire for revenge. It was then that Juliana knelt by the girl’s cot and whispered in her ear,
"Soon you will know that this is our of your control. The sooner you stop fighting the better life will be for you."
Juliana gently brushed a stray hair from Mara’s angelic face before rising. A little nod from her, a pin prick and once more the velvet darkness closed around Mara.
By the time she awoke from her drug educed Mara found herself in a luxurious drawing room lying on a plush oriental carpet. As her mind slowly cleared she became aware that the room was softly let and the soft fragrances of jasmine and sandalwood played at the corners of her senses. Some one had dressed her in a white gown, and memories of her wedding day her kidnapping and her violation came scream back to her mind.
“I see your awake my pretty!”
The soft sensual voice caressed Mata’s senses Juliana smiled as Mara lifted her stunningly beautiful eyes to her. Slowly Mara became aware of the panting and groaning of a couple having sex and to her horror she saw herself stripping and then doing the vilest things to a man she did not know.
“You are here to please men with your body Miss Rossi so with that in mind please rise my dear and be so kind as to raise your skirts till I tell you to stop.”
The gorgeous blonde who addressed her was dressed in a black leather corset and thigh high leather boots with a six inch hell. She was lounging in a chair with one leg casually draped over the arm and in her hand was a whip whose braided thong the woman ran lovingly through her fingers.
“Oh please my dear refuse for I so wish to see you dance to the caress of the lash girl!”