He knew he would find no friends or allies in these walls, the palace packed with those most loyal to the Queen. He was brought to a set of rooms, unimpressive and without window, somewhere in the heart of interracial the palace, but they were warm and comfortable, carpeted with silk hangings and a huge pillowed bed, he recognised it, the room of one of his father's former concubines, she had lived here, slept here and been used here. Much as he would now be. “I will begin drawing a bath.” She said, keenly, eying the naked grime strewn prince indian without bothering to hide her distaste, “…Try not to sit down or touch anything,” she paused, “Just... Stand there.” She eyed him over one last time then left through a small sink curtain to a small side room, with a bath and he knew, other cleaning facilities. He stepped forward towards a dressing table around which were set up three, mirrors giving whoever sat in the center a full view of themselves, girls would sit here and apply makeup to themselves, spending hours a day on their faces so that it would be perfect on the off chance that their king, or sometimes even a guest, or even a particularly curious Prince, would come pay a discreet visit. The makeup was fully stocked and he wondered just how far Ariela’s tastes of humiliation stretched, would she force him to wear woman's clothes, to apply makeup? To speak and act as a woman might? He didn't know and he truly did not want to find out. He stood lost in his own thoughts until he was finally called through by the serving girl. She had drawn a bath and he could smell the scent of the perfumed water as it wafted through the air, a refreshing experience following his stint in the dungeons. “Wash yourself as thoroughly as you can.” She prompted, before stepping out of the room, leaving him alone. With no windows and the palace swarming with Ariela's friend's escape was impossible. To resist or fight back, he assumed, would only lead him straight back into the warm embrace of the dungeons. And besides, why wouldn’t he outdoors bathe? He wanted to be free of the grime as much as Ariela wanted it, he wanted the scent of it off of him and he wanted the heat of the water to work into his body, relaxing and relieving the pain of his aching muscles. He stepped over and dipped a toe in the steaming water, cautious, it was too hot, but he grit his teeth, lowering himself into the water regardless. The heat bore into him, it stung, as he felt it roll up his body to his neck, but heat prickling at his skin, but he needed it, needed it to feel more human, the warmth spreading into his muscles and into his bones. For the first few minutes he simply languished, enjoying the sensations, even the slight pain of the heat on his sensitive skin. He sighed and raised his fingers, running them through his red hair, feeling the dirt and grease wash away as he cleaned, beginning to use his hands, some soap and a rough padded scrubbing sponge he began whittling away at the grime that coated him. The heat and the rough sponge left his sensitive pale skin reddened, but at least it was clean. He was very thorough, cleaning every nook and cranny of his body and his hair, leaving him, as the water began to cool, feeling more like himself. He raised himself from the bath and questioned just how clean he really was when he noted the murky colour of the used bath water he had left behind. He would’ve preferred a second or even a third bath, but he was no longer in any position to make demands. “I know he’ll be fine. The administration fought a never-ending battle with students, especially the girls, trying to make their uniforms sexier. I don’t have to wait long. He could see the red Toyota, with New Jersey tags, clearly from where he sat. “Ohh look honey, you spilled your wine” I cooed “Wouldn’t want your pretty outdoors bikini top getting stained.” After a break of about 10 minutes, during which the guys kept pestering us for the fucks; I sat up and said that I’d have to get my egg out before they could fuck me. Kate and Zoe followed and 3 eggs slowly appeared and plopped out onto our towels. Finally the movie ended. That's awful soon. There was only his consuming lips and tasting tongue, his pressing chest and rubbing crotch, his exploring hands and squeezing fingers. “Oh god I’ve never had a sexual feeling like this in my life, oh myyyyyyyyyyyy”, as an orgasm ripped through her. The strange, hot feel of his smooth skin felt so good against the tender insides of her young mouth. A thought came to my mind on how Neeru was enjoying being fucked by a person other than her own hubby. He was finally meeting her face to face and she was exactly like he imagined. No matter what happens. They were about evenly mixed between black and white, but I’m not sure how many of them there were because the way they used me never really gave me the chance to count. Then the girl moved so she was close to his cock and indian started to lick the top of his dick. Alex said. I helped her take it off, and only interracial then realized she was seeing me shirtless. Apart from them being slightly taller than me, and a different hair style, we could have been sisters. Jason is brushing some of the dust from the desk off me. Then I slip my blouse back on. I put my phone in my pocket. It’s a slave cliché, but by this time I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been raped. Two nights later, recalling the stories I don't want him to think I'm a slut or anything.