Of course

Adele is squealing in panic as you chase her, frantically running down the corridor at the top of the stairs. You bound after her, a lion to her young gazelle, excited by the thrill of the chase, and determined not to let her escape.

On level ground she's no match for your long strides, and you catch her just before she reaches a door. You scoop up her slender body as she screams, her slender legs flailing desperately as your muscled arm encircles her slender waist. You spin her, holding her tight as you try to bring her squirming, frantic body under control. She fights like a little wildcat, trying to claw at you as she screams for help. You push her down on the carpeted floor and rip the silken gown from her struggling body.

"Goddess No!" she screams. "Lippy you mustn't! Oh, Goddess help me!"

"Ain't no Goddess helping you, Missy," you growl as you strip away her expensive gown leaving her clad only her filmy underthings. "You gonna be worshipping me before this hour is done!" With a chuckle you pick her up and throw her over your broad shoulder, slapping her skinny white ass as you carry her downstairs, ignoring her kicking legs and the futile pummeling of her tiny fists on your back.

You had thought about ravishing her right there on the corridor floor, but it would be so much more satisfying to sate your lust in front of her arrogant mother. And besides, Djuba will doubtless want his piece of this nubile young merchant's daughter, and you are certainly partners now. Bound together by your deeds as surely as by the iron collar that weighs heavily around your neck.

You grin as you carry her back into the living room where Djuba stands triumphant, one foot on Lady Tarla's bound body, the two serving maids tied back-to-back beside him.