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Arerto feeling confident decided to push further, but had made a miscalculation. In backing off from the kiss she had given Rebecca time to recover. Rebecca much like Arerto, was inexperienced in the ways of lovemaking or sexual combat. However she was a very quick learner, and as Arerto moved forward to engage in another kiss , Rebecca sidestepped.

The red head reached out and grabbed Arerto's arm yanking her forward and stuck her foot out to trip her in the process. Arerto fell face first onto the floor of the tent. She tried to recover and is now on her hands and knees, Rebecca strides forward and grabs Arerto's golden hair and forces her head down and is now kneeling her sweaty body over her. Arerto is now on her hands and knees, face pressed again the tent floor, and her ass in the air, her pussy still drooling her juices onto the floor.

"You think you can dominate me, you who the queen beat so easily in front of your former court. You who didn't fight for your crown, now think you can get the best of me!"

Rebecca words cause Arerto to remember her supposed coronation day, the weakness and cowardice she showed. The shame and the humiliation that still haunted her.

"No! Arerto you not my better or even my equal, and I'm going to prove that right now!"

As Rebecca uttered those words she pulls Arerto's hair back hard, so her head is now looking upwards, her back is now arched ,and using her unoccupied hand Rebecca gives a hard underhanded smack to Arerto's pussy. Arerto let's out a loud scream, her body bucking and trembling. Rebecca pulls her hand away, her palm smeared with Arerto's juices. Rebecca launches two more hard smacks at Arerto's cunt. Each slap is followed by scream from Arerto and more liquid on Rebecca's hand.

"Now admit you are not my equal and from now on you will obey my commands!" Rebecca yelled as she landed another hard slap to Arerto's pussy. Causing Arerto to scream and thrash around, but Rebecca never lost her grip on Arerto's hair and pulled harder to keep the other woman under control.

Arerto's body trembled in pain and surprisingly a little pleasure. She could do nothing to stop Rebecca, and all the confidence she had built up had completely disappeared. She was utterly at the mercy of the other woman, as tears leaked down her face.

"I'm not yo.." she whimpered

"Louder!" Rebecca demanded once again slapping Arerto's pussy with increasing ****.

" I'M NOT YOUR EQUAL REBECCA AND I WILL OBEY YOUR COMMANDS FROM NOW ON!" Arerto yelled.

"Good! Now you know your place." Rebecca let go of Arerto's hair, who immediately curled into a ball while whimpering , her hands over her sore crotch. Rebecca stood up and retrieved her sword and shield and proceeded to make her way out of the tent, just stopping at the entrance and looking over her shoulder.

"Get what rest you can we move out at mid morning." Then she stepped outside, leaving Arerto alone with her once again tattered pride.