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Not to mention your manhood.
Muscled but toned, yes, you will be mine.”
    She twisted Sergen back around. “Make him
excited,” she ordered Crimson.
    Crimson hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then
the countess had second thoughts. “Wait. Why ruin the surprise? I
can hold off until tonight. Replace his codpiece.”
    She waited until Crimson was done then
directed her back in line by placing the crop under Crimson’s chin
and slowly lifting her up. “Ah, you must be Crimson. I see why the
Tor selected you—you are beautiful. Bet he can’t wait to examine
every inch of your body.” She lifted Crimson’s heavy breast with
the crop and watched it fall back into place. “Should I be
jealous?”
    “Only if you confuse your jealousy with my
disgust,” Crimson countered.
    Crimson braced herself for a harsh reaction,
but the countess only laughed an agreeable, guttural laugh that
echoed down the hallway. “Yes, you’ve met Tor I see. A little fight
in you—we’ll have to break you of that. You do know that?”
    “Yes, my lady,” Crimson answered.
    “Good. You must be Sena. I bet you moan the
moment your clitoris is touched. And those full lips have pleased
many men and women. Am I correct?”
    “Yes, my lady.”
    The countess stopped in front of Uric. She
walked around him and noticed the strap marks across his buttocks.
“I can see by the welts on your cheeks, you’re the one who lost
control at the auction house, correct? How old are you?”
    “Eighteen,” Uric responded.
    “You will be my daughter’s then. She just
turned eighteen. Darya, this young man will be yours.”
    Crimson saw how Darya ran her eyes over Uric.
He was cute, and his face was certainly charming. He had dirty
blonde hair and blue eyes. He was physically appealing but Crimson
could tell she was enamored with Sergen. “Can’t I have this one?”
she begged her mother as she ogled Sergen.
    “Not a chance, my dear. He’s my plaything.
Uric will be just fine for you for now, you’ll teach each
other.”
    “Mother you are so selfish.”
    The countess smiled. “The day you become an
empress, you too can have a stud like Sergen but that is not
today.” She laughed, suggesting, “If you do not want the young one,
I’ll take him and train him. It would be my pleasure.”
    “He will do,” Darya responded. Crimson noted
Darya was now looking intently at Uric.
    “Very well then.” The countess stepped toward
the middle of the hallway. She remarked, “Tonight will be a busy
night for each of you. I suggest you fill your bellies in the feast
hall and get some sleep. You are all aware of the decree of this
house?”
    Uric was the only one to respond, “Yes.” He
had learned quickly the punishment of not obeying.
    She stepped forward and brought the riding
crop to rest under Sergen’s chin, and then she dragged it in little
x motions across his chest, and then moved over to the chest of
Crimson and Sena doing the same. “You three didn’t answer.”
    Almost in unison, they responded, “Yes, my
lady.”
    “Hmmm … I wonder if I’m being too lenient.
You’ve caught me in a good mood and I will let this infringement go
without punishment. But do not test me. When I speak, I expect your
attention. When I question I expect an answer. When I order I
expect it to be followed. Is that understood?”
    All replied, “Yes, my lady.”
    “Good, much better. Eat and get some rest.
Crimson, you and Sergen will be our entertainment tonight. Sena,
you may be called to join. It depends on how pleased I am.”
    Darya spoke up. “Can I take Uric now?”
    “Not now, dear, let the young man eat and
rest. It’s good to wait, it makes it all the better.”
    Darya pouted and crossed her arms.
    In the feast hall, the captives ate luscious
lamb meat, fresh apples and juicy forest berries, washed down with
one allotted glass of wine. They were starving having not eaten for
two days. Schedules in the palace were noted by chiming of bells.
One chime