“Your ears are not yet pierced I see… would you have me pierce them?”

“Pierced ears?” Connie repeated as Khalid slipped of his slippers and unbuckled his belt.

“Yes,” his belt lashed out suddenly and curled about her wrist. A Stygian slavers whip. It was not made to inflict damage, but to restrain. Khalid tugged her close to his body. She could smell his masculine scent, feel his tone muscles, lean like a desert lion. He was clean washed and his skin was dark as a Stygian nobles. He stood a head taller than her, but most now towered above her so that was no surprise. She felt a sudden lancing pain in her left earlobe. He held an emerald studded ear ring in his other hand and she knew its partner adorned her ear.

She was wearing… jewellery!?!

His other hand moved and she felt a shrill pain in her right ear lobe. Green gemmed earrings now adorned each lobe.

Connie felt a pulse in her ears as her mouth fell open in shock. “I’m not some… some harlot to be bedazzled and be bedded. You heard Sonya. You know the deal. It did not allow you to touch me!” Her voice cracked, a mix of fury and fear, but beneath it simmered that unwelcome heat from earlier, stoked by the sheer audacity this man. She slipped the whip with a twist of her wrist and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the way her nipples strained against the thin silk, but it only accentuated her curves. Powerless again—traded like chattel, her body the currency in this desert game.

Khalid’s grin widened like a jackal’s, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Those ear rings suits you. Shirak!!!” The Stygian merchant said and the green earrings glowed for a moment as Conan’s blue eyes suddenly gleamed emerald. “They match your eyes. But wouldn’t you like for me to fuck you?” He asked.

“Fuck… you… master… I’m confused…” Connie said as she shook her head.

“Oh Connie. Don’t be. Just… listen to my voice…” he said.

“Yes master…” her brow furrowed. This was wrong. She was Conan. A man. Yet… clearly she was not. “… master?” She asked.

“Yes Connie?”

“I… I will dress as you requested. Make yourself comfortable in the pool.” Connie said. Something was wrong. Master wanted to fuck. Something… why did that sound wrong. After all she wanted to obey master.

The air was thick with incense and the scent of spiced oils. Khalid motioned her. “Remove my garments first.” He instructed her.

Connie readily moved to obey. But then paused. “Master… the deal you made with Sonja… I think… this is not…” Connie’s brow furrowed. “Not… I only like girls…”

“Shirak. Connie. You will undress me ****. Connie loves sucking cock… Connie loves men. Connie loves being fucked by cock.” Khalid muttered as the gems in her ears glowed again and Connie’s eye went a deeper emerald green.

Connie moved to obey. “Yes master. Connie does…”