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You have little choice now; you decide with a small flash of irritation. In order to preserve the illusion that you were her faithful servant nothing short of killing Djuda would suffice. Killing the closest soul you have had to a friend in this house just so you could possibly get to a drake that you probably could not ride anyway is not the way to proceed.

"Don't damage her throat Djuba," you tell him as you step next to his thrashing prisoner's body wresting the riding crop from her small hand "I want to be able to shove my meat all the way down to her belly." Sasha's eyes grow wide in fear as her brain slowly makes sense of your words.

"No! Please don't do this. Let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone." She gasps as soon as she recovers from Djuba's **** on her fine neck. Too late for that, even now you can see angry red finger marks on her pale skin, and you know that in a few hours they will be black and blue bruises that will be impossible to hide.

"I've wanted to fuck this pretty little heifer since the first time I saw her." You say as your hands unbuckle the thin strap of leather around her waist.

"Me too, Lipizi. Me too." Djuba's hands cup her buttocks under her blue tunic and squeeze the handfuls of muscular flesh roughly. "She has a good ass for a white girl." He says needlessly. Every man in the block (free, servant and ****) has noticed the way Sasha's butt moves when she walks, perhaps now she's regretting her decision to wear the Northern style clothing of her father in lieu of the traditional robes and veils of the city. When her belt drops at her feet you slide Sasha's quilted tunic up over her torso exposing a lacy white undergarment that does little to conceal the soft swell of her breasts.

"Stop this!" Sasha cries out, as she tries to stop the movement of the tunic with her long arms. Laughing you jerk the fabric up over her head, entangling her arms in the garment and twisting it to keep her from slipping them free. A thick wrought iron hook is only a couple feet away on a high crossbeam and you swing Sasha to the hook and hang her from the beam, so her feet just reach the straw-littered floor of the barn. Djuba laughs out loud as he circles Sasha like a hyena circling a wounded yearling calf.

You see Sasha take a deep breath, and before she can scream for help, you clamp your hard hand over her mouth.

"Oh, you'll scream girl, but not yet, not like this." You tell her as your free hand circles her body and grabs one of her soft tits under the silk camisole. "You'll scream when you feel a dark cock exploring your depths - yes?" Djuba is on his knees forcefully pulling Sasha's black boots from her feet and as her body rocks and twists, her soft back rubs against your broad chest. Pulling her even closer to your body you squeeze her tit and smile as you feel her nipple tighten in response to your rough treatment. Her long golden hair lies on her shoulders, and you decide before you are done with her you are going to use handfuls of that fine blonde hair when you take her sweet little mouth.

Djuba is wrestling her leggings down her pale thighs and over her shapely calves, in less than a minute from when he grabbed Sasha, the two of you have bound and hung her like a slaughtered prong-horn from the beam and stripped her naked except for the thin white silk undergarment that hangs from thin straps covering her from her breasts to the upper part of her firm thighs. You can feel the warmth of her wiggling body easily through the sheer material, and you know Sasha must be able to feel your heat and the hardness of your cock pressed against the small of her back.

Experimentally you lower your hand from her mouth and let the rough fingers caress the side of her neck and when she whimpers softly instead of screaming you slide it around her ribs cupping her other breast in your hand needily. You haven’t felt a woman's body like this in almost a year and the feel of her full breasts through the silky undergarment is sending waves of desire through your body.

You are not the only one **** with need, Djuba has torn his pants as he pulled them from his hips. Sasha whimpers quietly again when she sees the size of Djuba's manhood. He's not as long as you, but his erection is as thick as the girl's wrist, you can only imagine her face as that hunk of meat plows into her tight snatch. It seems that Sasha has a similar thought because her eyes widen, and she whispers a hushed plea as she looks up at you.

"Oh Lippy, no man's ever ... please ... have mercy."