Chapter 32: Bedtime

Food, some of which was clearly lamb, but with some very peculiar vegetables was brought, and wine was provided with it. After this main course a plate of sweet pastries, dripping with honey proved too tempting to ignore.

'There goes my diet, ' she thought as she ate the fourth of the extremely tempting titbits, licking the honey off her fingers.

As she was washing her hands to remove the last of the stickiness she heard the door open and assumed that the sweet tray was being removed, but when she went back into her bedroom Derek was sitting on the bed.

"Master," she said, and knelt beside him.

"On the bed and spread your legs," was the abrupt response.

Apprehensively, Samantha moved to do as she was told, thinking, not for the first time, 'Well girl. This is it. Bye-bye virginity.'

Actually all he did was spread her cunt lips and peer into her vagina.

"Tell me the truth now, for I shall find out and be angry if you lie to me. Are you really a virgin?" he asked sternly.

"Yes, truly I am," she said, then is much lower voice she asked, "Are you going to..."

"Hmm. We'll have to see about that," he answered as his mind raced.

He knew enough to realise that an English virgin who had come to Kobekistan willingly, and had nobody back in England who cared where she was, could be worth a fortune in the slave market. Should he do what his body wanted and fuck her brains out, or should he keep her as an investment?

Eventually he decided to compromise, she had swallowed his semen already, she could have it injected from the other end, while preserving her virginity; he would sodomise her.

"Turn over," he said, "on all fours."

"Like this?" she asked and presented him with her rear end in the classic doggy position.

"Yes," he said and pressed a finger to her darker entrance.

"Ow," she said.

"Quiet," he said, "Or you'll get a whipping. I see you met the whip already?"

"Yes, Master," Samantha was immediately all obedience and servility, "And I never want to have that again."

She was appalled as he replied, "Oh, you'll get used to it."

After pushing his finger into her vagina a little way, and finding that as dry as her arse hole, he ordered her to fetch the oil from the bathroom.

"What for?" she asked without thinking.

"To oil the door hinges," he said sarcastically and she fled to obey him.

"Back on all fours," he said when she returned, and she felt him oiling her bum crack and working an oiled finger into her arse.

"Ever had a man up here?" he asked.

Indignantly she said, "No, of course not."

"Well you will in a moment. You can stay a virgin for now and I'll have your arse instead."

"Please, no, not that?" there was real fear in her voice.

"Eunuch," called Derek and the fussy man came into the room, "Your whip please."

The Chief Eunuch completely misinterpreted this request to borrow it for an order to use it and he let fly on the proffered buttocks, almost hitting Derek's hand as he did so.

"Hey," said Derek, "I meant lend it to me, not try to hit me with it."

Immediately the Chief Eunuch fell to the floor in grovelling obeisance, begging his Master's forgiveness for his stupidity.

"Stay there," Derek ordered.

Pulling the sobbing Samantha to her feet from where she had collapsed on the bed, he pointed to the grovelling eunuch.

"See what he's doing?" he asked her, "That is what you do every time I come into the room, or you come into a room I am in. Understand?"

Samantha just sobbed.

"Understand?" he snarled.