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Suddenly the man pushed the girl's head away from his dick. She turned, sensing that he saw something in front of them, and she saw that they were approaching the island.

He brought the boat close to the island, expertly and then he handed the girl piles of provisions which she was to take ashore. Since his pants and shorts were down around his ankles, he just pulled them off and cavorted in the nude as she trudged onto the shore with the supplies, carrying the packages that she had been assigned by the man.

When they were on the island, he led her to the little entrance that was hidden in the side of the hill. That led to the underground passage that had been built by the people Robert had considered barbarians. Actually they had been pretty fair architects for barbarians.

“Just leave those things right there and then come back outside," he commanded.

When she came outside, the black leather bra and the black boots still on, she saw that the man was lying on his back on the rocky hillside of the island, dressed only in his boots.

“Now you may complete what you started on the boat, he said in a low tone The girl understood what he wanted. She knelt on the rock and she could feel the hard and hot surface pressing into her knees as she looked down at the man's hard dick.

“Lick all the sides of my dick!” he commanded the girl.

She stuck out her tongue. His filthy cock really had a foul aroma about it since it had not been washed since the anal sex they had shared the previous night. But, the girl knew that she was in no position to protest about that.

Her tongue slid up one side of the cock and then it slid down the other side of the hard cock. She wrapped her tongue around the dick and then slid it around and around the flared cock head. Then she pressed her tongue forward against the piss slit.

She could taste the bit of juice that was already creaming from his dick.

“Pull the skin back," the man said in a snappish voice.

The girl slid the beautifully taut foreskin back so that his cock head was revealed.

Then the man said, “Now clean it all out. Make sure that it is spotless!"

She followed his instructions, sliding her tongue around the area of flesh that she had revealed when she pulled the foreskin back from his cock head. She shut her eyes to try to ignore the contact that her tongue was making with the filthy flesh.

"Now, wet the whole shaft," the man said. "Really get your tongue on it."

Sarah, her eyes still shut and the enormous cock still in her hands, began to rub her tongue anxiously all over the thick shaft of meat.

Then the man cried out, "Now my balls! Come on! I want my balls sucked by a virgin!''

The girl looked at the sensitive balls and the wrinkled, hairy flesh that covered them.

She looked up at the man and said, “What do I do with them?”

"Open your mouth really wide!” he said. “Take those balls in your mouth!”

Sarah did open her mouth wide and she managed to get one of the testicles between her lips. With her lips closed down around the base of the left testicle, she began to suck and to work her tongue around and around on the sensitive thing.

Her tongue slid over the ball and then it pressed the firm egg-shaped bit of flesh up against the roof of her mouth. The man enjoyed the moist contact with his tender ball.

Then the girl sucked in, exerting a great deal of suction against the sides of her mouth and sending that excitement through the man’s body.

The thrill rushed up from the man's balls to his spine. He was enjoying it terrifically.

“Now, I want to feel your tongue behind my balls. Slip your lips off my ball sac.”

Sarah did as the man told her to do. She slipped her lips from the wrinkled and hairy flesh of his ball sac and as she was about to let the skin fall loose between two teeth, rubbing her teeth back and forth for a moment.

“That’s enough!” the man said in a decisive way. “Now give me the tongue.”

Her tongue flicked out and slid around behind the man's balls. She was actually pushing the man's balls forward with the pressure from her tongue.

Since he had not washed his crotch since the previous day, there was a great deal of sticky perspiration that covered the flesh between his legs.

The girl was licking at that perspiration and she could taste it as it slid from his skin onto her tongue. Then her tongue moved around to the side of his balls and she pressed it up between his leg and his testicles. She could also taste the salty perspiration that was there.

Large hands came to rest on her hair and then the man pulled the girl's face up toward the large head of his cock. "Suck it!" he said. "Take it between your unworthy lips and worship it!"

Sarah shut her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She let the head of the cock slip between her lips. She could feel the salty gism that was dribbling from the cock head,

As her moist lips slid along the bottom and the top of the cock, the flared head of the dick pressed down against the girl's tongue.

Then the full length of the hard-on slammed all the way down her throat and she could feel the flared head of the cock slapping against the back of her throat It was pressing against the sensitive membrane of flesh that was there and the girl felt certain that the thick cock head was going to push her throat completely out of shape.

No sooner had the length of dick slammed into her throat, than the man pulled his cock back out of the girl’s throat and began to work his cock in and out of her mouth.

There was a hot and moist friction that built up quickly inside of the girl’s mouth. As she felt the cock moving back and forth over her tongue, she thrilled to the sensation.

The man’s large and powerful hands grasped at the sides of the girl’s face and then he began viciously pumping his dick into her hot and unwilling mouth.

Robert ignored the moans and groans and the girl’s gasping sounds as she gagged and chocked on the enormous prong that kept cutting off her air with each stroke.

Then he slammed all the way into her mouth and she could feel his balls rolling up against her chin as the load of gism was transferred to his cock shaft.

One moment later, the cock head flared out, brushing against the roof of the girl’s mouth, and a load of gism came shooting out of the dick.

The hot cum shot against the back of the girl's throat and she was choking on the thick stuff. She tried to swallow what was shooting out of the man's dick, but each time that she clasped her throat muscles together to swallow, she could feel the pressure that she was exerting on the man's cock head.

She realized that she was only urging even more of the juice to shoot out of his dick.

Soon, there was so much juice that it was drooling out of the side of her lips.

There was a moment when the girl thought that she was not going to be able to breathe at all. She struggled a little to try to get the cock out of her mouth.

But, with ten inches of the dick shoved down her throat, it was not a simple matter for the girl to extricate herself from the impaling force.

Then as the flow of the gism slowed down a bit, the girl began to relax. She was swallowing the thick stuff that was still in her mouth and her tongue was even playing against the bottom of the sensitive cock, exciting the flesh a little more.

The man slowly pulled his dick back a little as he said, "Just keep the head in your mouth. That always gets me very excited."

Feeling calm, Sarah remained lying on the rocks of the warm island, with the man's cock in her throat. She was rubbing her tongue up and down against his piss slit Then, Robert said, “No. Don't move your tongue on my cock at all. Let me just lie like this without you doing anything to me. It will relax me.”

Sarah was also very relaxed. She had actually sucked his cock. Not only that. She had done the thing she had dreaded the previous day. She had licked his cock clean after his having fucked her up the ass. And everything she had done had not been so terrible.

She had already been through two sexual ordeals. She had been fucked up the ass and she had sucked her master’s dirty cock clean. Although she still felt fear about her virgin pussy, she imagined that the inevitable loss of her virginity would not be so terrible.

As for Robert, he was thinking about other things. He was thinking about waterfalls and running streams of water and faucets that were left dripping.

The thoughts had their proper affect on the man. His bladder released the flow that he wished and as he felt it rushing into his penis, he pushed forward into the girl’s throat.

He was holding the back of her head in place so that she could not move at all.

Sarah felt something that was warm hitting the back of her throat. For a moment she thought the man was cumming again and began swallowing dutifully what she thought was more of his hot seed. Then she realized that the liquid was not as thick as cum.

Before she realized what was happening, she had swallowed a great deal of it.

And that was when she realized that she had his hot piss splashing down her throat.

The girl jumped up, hysterically, and managed to pull the cock from her mouth.

But, that was a mistake. When she had pulled the cock out of her mouth, she had not given the man a chance to stop pissing and so there was a foul yellow stream that splashed right across her face. When she put her hands up to guard her face from the repulsive liquid, the man aimed lower and splashed it right into her pussy patch.

“You pig!” she screamed out at the man in a wild voice.

But, when she opened her mouth to scream, he was able to aim more of the foul piss into her mouth. She turned away and sputtered and spit into the sand that was nearby.

Robert splashed the last few drops of piss onto the granite surface of the ground.

"You call me a pig and yet you are the one who drinks my piss!" he snapped with a laugh.

But, the girl was not laughing as she ran a little distance across the rock and said,

"You are worse than the most common bum on a back street! You think that you have regal blood, but you have only the stench of the rotting and useless aristocracy!"

Robert's face turned suddenly into a furious mask of rage! This was the voice of a modern American responding to his feelings of European regal supremacy!

"You little American bitch!" he said, pacing forward in a slow manner.

She picked up a rock and she said, "I'll kill you! I swear that I will kill you!”

"What do you mean by this bit of melodrama?" he snarled. "You cannot kill me. I have hidden the key to the boat and you would die here alone before you could find it."

"I would sooner drown than face this slavery at your hands!" the girl screamed wildly.

It was clear to the man what had happened. He had lulled her into a sense of confidence after the blowjob that she had done so well, (for a beginner) and then he had upset her equilibrium by suddenly pissing in her mouth and throat.

Sarah had been so upset by the piss that had streamed down her throat that she was now unable to deal with the prospect of her slavery to this man.

Just when she had been adjusting herself to the idea of being a slave, he had thrown a monkey wrench in the works. But, Robert knew that he had to do that. He knew that the training of a proper sex slave was a delicate process and that the girl had to be kept on her toes every minute.

He could never allow a moment for the girl to wonder if she had made the right decision and he could never allow a moment for the girl to feel that she was somewhat in control of her own destiny. He always had to remind her that she was not.

And it was clear to him that if he let her win a single battle, if he allowed her to stand up to him on the question of drinking his piss and being his toilet slave, then the girl would be no real slave to him in any case.

“This is your American arrogance speaking!” he snapped at the girl.

“You are hardly one to speak of arrogance!” she hissed in reply, remaining at a safe distance away from the man. “You would be king of Brittany, if such a kingdom ever existed! You’re king of bullshit, that’s what you are!”

“I will tear your tits off with my bare hands!” he screamed like a raging animal as he ran forward across the granite surface of the rock.

The girl was holding the single sharp rock and as the man grasped her and pressed his body against hers, she pushed the rock into his face. He pushed against her arm and then she took a step backwards. He had to follow and when he did, he stepped into a depression in the granite surface. Robert tripped and fell.

When he hit the hard surface, his knees and his hands bleeding, he was dazed. He remained in that position just long enough for the girl, who was fully aware of everything that was going on, to tap him on the back of the head with the rock.

Robert passed out and the girl turned to run away from his prone form. But, when she had gone three steps, she stopped and looked back at him.

She rushed back to his side and checked to see if he was still breathing. When she found that he was, a wave of relief came over the girl.

Then, she looked around at the strange island, thankful that she had not killed the only source of release from this place, and she rushed down to the entrance that led to the underground chambers of the tumulus.

Once she had gone into the chamber and found that it locked with a large latch from the inside, she sat against one of the walls and tried to imagine her future.

When Robert woke up from the hit on his head he would be furious and there would be no way in which the girl could calm him down. She had suffered tortures and humiliations at his hands before, but now she felt certain that she would suffer much worse.

But, without the man, how could she get off the island? How could she get back to the mainland? How could she get clothes to wear?

It was then that the girl thought about the foul liquid that covered her face and was down her throat. She wanted to wash it off, but she realized that there was no water inside of the enclosed structure. She would have to go back out to the seawater outside.

Sobbing, the girl sat in a corner and realized that she was getting used to having the foul urine all over her body. Her tears streamed down her cheeks and mingled with the piss.

As she fell to her side and began to sleep, she tried to get up. She knew that she could hardly afford to sleep at that point, considering that she had to face her captor, the sadistic count, whenever he woke up from his slumber.

But, she had been so exhausted from the previous night that she had spent in the dungeon that she couldn't help falling into a sound sleep.

And when she started to dream, the images were, of course, from the experiences that she had been through. As her dream began she found that she was the naked wife of the count. But, she was scarcely an honored wife. She was one of a harem of a hundred women.

She reached up to touch her hair and she could feel that it had been clipped short.

Then she looked down at her body and she realized that her belly was large.

Gasping, the girl looked around, in the context of her dream she was horrified about the pregnancy, wondering what her master would say about it.

Of course, the fact was, that her belly was large and she had certainly been pregnant for months.

Then a woman came into the room. The girl shuddered with fear when she saw that it was the black-haired beauty who had been tortured the day that Sarah had watched the meeting of the secret society at the castle. She knew that this girl hated her.

A leather strap was pulled around the girl's arms so that they were latched to the sides of her body.

“No, you can't do that," Sarah explained. “I’m going into labor soon."

"Shut up, bitch!” the black-haired beauty snapped. "Your child won't be born first.

Mine will."

When Sarah looked at the black-haired girl, she saw that her figure was still perfectly trim and she was startled by the strange remark that she had made.

"B-but," Sarah said. "You don't look pregnant at all."

"I'm not!" she said. "But, I'm going to get pregnant and then I shall give the count his first-born son." Her laugh echoed as laughs do in dreams.

Then the black-haired girl pulled another leather strap through Sarah's legs, attaching it to the front and to the back of the snap that was pulled around her body.

For some reason, in the dream, Sarah was helpless. She could not fight back against the black-haired girl and soon she was hopelessly bound in that position.

In a voice that was more weeping than words Sarah screamed out. "Don't kill my child.”

"I won't kill your child," the black-haired girl said in a voice that poured like honey "I will let him be born alive. But he will not be born yet.”

Sarah imagined that she fell a terrible pulling at her pussy and she cried out, I’m in labor. That was a labor pain. He wants to be born.”

"He won’t be born!" the other woman snarled. “He’ll stay inside of you until I'm ready to remove the leather bonds that are holding you like that."

"But, when will that be?” Sarah cried out, doubling over with another labor pain.

"Perhaps in ten more months, if you are lucky!'' the black-haired beauty said, laughing.

"No!" Sarah cried out. "I can't continue to have labor pains for the next ten months!”

But there was no reply. Then Sarah doubled over and reached down to touch her stomach. She could feel the kicking and the movement inside there and she could feel the milk that was oozing from her expanded nipples.

She lifted her head up and screamed like a baby.

Then she looked around and realized that she was in the bare chamber on the strange little island off the coast of France. She immediately reached down for her stomach and realized that she was not pregnant, she was not in labor and she was not bound, up.

When she sighed in relief it was a bit of a shudder that was mixed in with the moan.

She reached up and wiped the perspiration from her brow.

Sarah had no idea how long she had slept, but she felt more exhausted when she got up than when she had gone to sleep. She realized that sleep was no cure for her because her mind was too preoccupied with too many things.

She went to the door and was about to unlatch it when she felt a cold fear rush up her spine. It was possible that the count could have been right on the opposite side of that door. He could have been waiting for her with some diabolical revenge planned.

For a moment the girl didn’t want to open the door. But, then she realized that she would have to open it eventually. Eventually the count was stronger than she was and he was quicker than she was. He would win over her and there was nothing she could do about it.

When she unlatched the latch and opened the door, it was with a mixture of regret and relief that she realized that there was no one out there waiting for her.

There had been something inside of her that had hoped to get the torture over with.

She could not imagine what sort of punishment she would get for having hit the count with a rock, but she knew that it would be horrible.

Now there would just be that much more time in which the girl could anticipate the punishment.

Slowly she went around to the top of the island and saw that the count was still lying where she had left him. She went down to the water that was splashing all around her and she splashed some onto her face. She wanted to wash off the piss that had been drying on her body.

Then she even took a handful of the salty water in her mouth and swished it around before spitting it out. It was a strong mouthwash for her.

When she had finished that, she turned back toward the limp body of the man. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

Going up to the side of the hill where he was lying, she tried to carry him into the tumulus below, but his body was too heavy. Then she went and wet his clothes so that she could use the moist fabric for compresses on his head.

As she kept changing the compresses on his head, she rushed down to the tumulus to get some food together. She wanted to prepare something for the man.

Her heart was beating fast. Her thoughts were no longer of the tortures that she felt she would certainly face at her master's hands when he awoke. Her thoughts were of the fabulous man who was lying unconscious on the side of the hill.

In that quick moment she knew that she would do anything for the man. She knew that she had to do anything for the man. She had prepared a plate of fresh fruit and cream.

The cream had been carried ashore in a refrigerated case.

As she sat by the man's side, waiting for him to wake up and shading him with her own body, she kept wiping him with wet cloths and soothing away the sweat.

When Robert began to open his eyes, the first thing he was aware of was a tender kiss on his brow and a cool, moist hand rubbing over his body.

The girl saw that he was awake and she stuffed a rolled up shirt under his head as she cried out, “Master, I am so grateful that you’re all right.”

She held the bowl of food near him and lifted a spoonful toward his mouth. He opened his lips and let her put the food gently into his mouth.

Then he reached up and touched her hand as he looked into her eyes and said, “You called me Master without my having to ask for it this time.”

She looked down into the bowl of food in her lap and her face turned bright red as she said, “I suppose that now I know. I know that I am you're… I would do anything for you.”

“But,” he said in a soft voice. “You still can’t say the other word. You still are not able to tell me that you are my slave.”

She nodded as she brought another spoonful of food toward the man’s lips and said,

“I can think the words, but I can’t seem to… I haven’t been able to say it.”

“But you want to be my slave. You know that now!” he said flatly.

"I-I think that I do," the girl said, still feeling that she had to be a little non-committal when it came to putting things into words.

After he swallowed the next spoonful of food, the man said, "You know that you will be punished severely for that little scene that you created earlier today?”

"I know that I will," the girl said, feeling resigned to that fated punishment.

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