The Princess slipped one arm from her dress and then the other. She allowed the silky
black garment to drop to the floor. What she wanted was quite clear with no word spoken.
Rachael raised her eyes to the level of the barely clad pussy her new owner had so
casually presented her.
“Yes, Mistress, I am ready to pleasure you in any way you so desire.” She murmured.
Princess Basma patted her on the head as if she was an obedient dog with one hand while
the other lowered her black satin panties, allowing the kneeling girl a whiff of her
femininity.
“Lick my pussy while I tell you all about what you have to look forward to when we return
to my palace.”
Rachael leaned forward with her mouth, placing her hands just underneath each cheek of
the Princess’s surprisingly tight ass. She pressed her mouth forward and darted out her
tongue. With no further urging she began licking her new owner’s cunt.
“Yes, slut, keep going, that is nice.”
The princess started to rock her hips forward a bit, as her new slave’s soft pink tongue
continued to work its magic.
“Let me tell you all about the wonderful little event that you will be entered in. You
will compete against the lesbian slaves of other wealthy women from my country and the
surrounding region. There are perhaps a dozen of us who delight in showing off our
properly trained girls to one another. Once a year we get together and make our slaves
compete against each other in bizarre and unusual sexual games.”
The Princess was getting wetter by the moment, this slave knew exactly what she was
doing, and she was close to cumming. She wanted to verbally tease her new girl a bit
longer though first so she pushed the hot mouth away from her burning hole.
“You have done nothing wrong,” she told her slave reassuringly, “You will be allowed to
continue in a moment.”
Rachael lowered her head again and placed her hands properly behind her own back as the
Mistress continued.
“I don’t want to overly worry you, but it is safe to say that American girls are
decidedly unpopular in my part of the world. You will likely be subjected to some of the
most fiendish and unusual torments possible. I am not worried though. Mistress Natasha
tells me that all of her girls trained to handle the most difficult tortures imaginable. I
hope that is true. Is it my dear? I hate to lose!”
Princess Basma grabbed the back of the kneeling girl’s hair violently and pulled her face
upwards, forcing the young slave to look her directly in the eye. Rachael was initially
shocked by the amount of force used jerk her head back and equally surprised at the almost
instantaneous shift of demeanor exhibited by the Princess. There was no doubt in her mind
now that she was indeed one of the unlucky ones.
“Yes Mistress,” she answered meekly, “I am ready to submit to anything for you. I will do
anything I can to make you proud of me.”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear, now get back to work.”
The Princess pushed the back of her slave’s head forward again, forcing the talented
mouth right back onto her waiting cunt. The worried girl applied all of her skill to the
task and when she felt the Princess begin tensing her ass, she sucked hard on the royal
clit and gave her new owner a knee shaking orgasm.
As soon as Princess Basma regained her self-control she had her new pet dress her. She
exchanged no further words with her new slave, treating her as if she didn’t even exist.
Rachael was dismayed. She knew then that she always would be treated as nothing more than
a thing. The Princess checked her make up in the mirror and exited the room to rejoin the
auction.
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