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Chapter 4 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

Calob considered.

Would she do?

Calob took careful note of her expression. Such insolence would not go unrewarded. Not on Acteon. As a knight he found himself taking her bold gaze as a personal challenge to his ability to master her. She may have been noble born but now she was a ****. She should act as such. She seemed ready to pull at her restraints and try to flee - which was not how a **** should behave. She needed to learn her place.

Calob found his response almost instinctive and wondered how much his thoughts were being influenced by his new biochemistry and instincts. He shrugged, dismissing the thought. This was Acteon. This was how men thought.

The knight regarded her intently as they lifted her and slowly turned her. She was lovely. A soft, pampered noblewoman, used to being served. A perfect candidate for a demonstration of his serum. He imagined her little body quivering with need, the serum over riding her noble inclinations and turning her into a properly servile and lusty slavegirl. "She has no family? I don't want to face an angry father or brother..." He haggled absently, gesturing at her. He appreciated how she was bound in silk ribbons and nothing else. "An exquisite beauty. But perhaps beyond my means and more trouble than she is worth. Is she to be auctioned or would you take offers now?" Calob asked. In truth he wished to posess her. She was the most lovely girl in the market by far and she practically begged to be enslaved and mastered. "Remove her gag. I wish to speak to her." He requested. The trader did as asked.

"What is your name girl?"

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