The Sultan`s Concubine 4

When the men tied them up, neither Tabea nor Jelena put up any resistance. Instead, Tabea decided to confuse the men:

»The Grand Vizier, Ibrahim Pasha, will appreciate if you get us back to him.«

It was a desperate move, for they sure would be punished for their escape attempt. But as Jelena had said, they would perhaps be better off in Ibrahim`s custody. The two men continued tying their wrists, but the leader now stepped forward, grabbing Tabea`s neck ring. He murmured something; obviously, he was reading what was written on it. Tabea suddenly had to oppress a giggle: this was just like the collar of a dog, telling the name of its owner.

»You belong to the Grand Vizier?«, he then asked. He spoke slowly and even Tabea could tell he had a strong accent. She guessed he was a local whose first language was Serbian.

»We both do!«, Jelena now added, accompanied by a sigh as the man tying her pulled the ropes tight. The leader scratched his chin, obviously calculating if getting them back to Ibrahim for ransom would be worth the risk of getting captured. Then, he shook his head and said:

»He`s a rich man! He won`t miss you for long!«

Tabea wanted to argue, but the man tying her pulled her back and now wound the ropes around her arms and upper body several times before knotting them off. Then, he took a second rope and turned to her ankles.

Meanwhile, the leader kept looking on them. Obviously, he considered them to be some ordinary slaves, since they were dressed in burlap sacks and also looked dirty after having swum through the river and spent some time in the mud.

The men tied their legs at ankles and knees and then, they produced several rags. Tabea made one last attempt:

»We- we are precious! The Grand Vizier will aauuhhmmph!«

One of the filthy cloths was stuffed deep into her mouth, causing Tabea to retch. The man then tied a second rag between her lips, followed by a third he tied over her mouth. Jelena was gagged the same way and then, blindfolds were added.

»Let`s see how precious you are!«

Both girls moaned and squirmed as now rough hands started to touch them everywhere, paying special attention to their ample breasts. Then, Tabea felt a hand at her thigh. The man groped her flesh, then, he wandered upwards – and suddenly stopped, grunting with surprise. A touch at her pubic mound told Tabea he had discovered her chastity belt.

Now, the sack was ripped open; obviously, he showed it to his comrades. According to the moans from her left, they had also discovered Jelena`s chastity belt. Though feeling embarrassed, three thoughts went through Tabea`s head:

»Now, they must believe us we are not just ordinary slaves! Or, they will become angry because they don`t have full access to us! Or, they will just remove them!«

The men were talking in their mother tongue, but they sounded rather amused. Then, Tabea heard another sound: with a shiver, she realized it was the snapping of some pliers. A few moments later, she felt that something metallic was shoved under the waist chain of the chastity belt. Though she knew that this wasn`t an act of courtesy, Tabea forced herself to hold still so he wouldn`t pinch her skin.

BZZZZZZZZT!

Suddenly, she felt a shockwave run through her pelvis, causing her to rear up and scream through her gag. The pliers landed on the floor with a clank and the man landed on his backside, cursing.

»What the hell was that?«

Tabea still felt a tingle at her loins, though it wasn`t actually painful. It was as if some electric currency had run through the metal device, though that sure was impossible.

Now, the waist chain was grabbed again and Tabea could sense the pliers again. Obviously, another man was trying his luck. She tried to steel herself for the shock, but twitched anyway as the result was the same.

Now, the men were arguing and Tabea was trying to cope with what just had happened.

»So, this belt can send electric shockwaves! But how? Batteries will only be invented in centuries and besides, they could never cause such strong impulses!«

The answer was simple, yet frightening: magic. Two minutes ago, Tabea would have laughed at the very idea of a magic chastity belt – just like she would have laughed at the idea of time travelling a few weeks ago.

»The only question is, will it save me from these men – or will they hurt me even more when trying to get that thing away from me?«

There was also the unpleasant thought about those people`s attitude towards magic. Tabea had never heard of witch trials in the Ottoman Empire, but the people of the Balkans were known to be quite superstitious. However, for the moment, the men seemed to be more concerned with something else, for they were having a whispered, yet heated discussion a few feet away from them.

Tabea reached for her bonds, but though she was sure that she could pick on the knots, she knew she would not have been able to free herself and Jelena before any of the thugs noticed. So, she instead tried to concentrate on what their captors said. Perhaps, they would drop a name or say something that could help her to know how bad their predicament was.

Actually, there were a few words she could understand: one of them repeatedly said the name of Ibrahim Pasha, countered by another one naming Sultan Süleyman. From the way they sounded, they were mocking about her mentioning to belong to such a powerful man, albeit as a slave. However, after a while, steps approached and Tabea was grabbed by her neck ring.

»Ibrahim Pasha«, a man murmured, obviously reading the engraving on the ring. Tabea nodded, but the man just seemed to work on the lock with some wire or picklock. She feared that he – and she! – would get another magic-electric blow, but after a short time, the man just removed the ring from her neck.

She heard him work beside her, removing the ring from Jelena, too. Then, she felt him reach for the lock of her chastity belt. However, as soon as he tried to push his picklock into the keyhole, another, albeit less heavy shockwave made him stop immediately.

After another short conversation, Tabea understood another word: Constantinople.

»So, these are not just some Belgrade brothel owners. However, I am not sure if that`s good news!«

For some time, she could only hear an occasional rustling or the sound of steps. Tabea managed to get closer to Jelena and when she felt her skin, she tapped in Morse code:

»C-O-N-S-T-A-«

She didn`t have to finish the word when Jelena answered that she had heard it, too, but had no further idea what it meant to them. However, short time later, the men came back for them.

The girls were dragged a few yards and then lifted into what could have been a coffin or a similar wooden box. It was, however, wider than a coffin would have been, since they could lie side by side, albeit they were stashed like sardines. Tabea also felt they had been placed alternatingly, since her face touched a pair of feet whilst her breasts were rubbing against a pair of knees.

»Luckily, we have had our last bath not long ago!«, she thought with the little bit of grim humor she had left. Then, she noticed a lid was placed over them, but despite the narrowness of the box, they had enough air supply. The box swayed slightly and when, after some more rustling, it started to move, she realized that they had been put on some cart. A cart whose wheels made enough noise to stifle all faint moans they could produce.

The cart slowly rumbled over uneven paths before it reached a paved road. Here, however, the noise of the surrounding crowd prevented them from being noticed. There was a short stop and then, after the cart had started moving again, the noise more and more ceased and they knew that they had left the city and were on their way to somewhere, maybe Constantinople.

The tedium of the trip, the exhaustion of their earlier escape and the stifling air inside their tiny prison made Tabea doze off, since another attempt to loosen her bonds had let to nowhere, with her fingers wedged between the wall of the box and her butt. She then was rudely awakened by the cart shaking heavily, before it came to a halt after a few minutes.

Another pause, filled with faint noises, followed before the lid was opened. One by one, the girls were taken out of the box and Tabea felt some soft grass under her butt as she was placed on the ground. Then, their blindfolds were taken off.

Looking around, Tabea could see they were on a small airing, surrounded by some rocks and a few trees and bushes. In front of them, a man she recognized as one of their captors was busy enlightening a small campfire and she noticed it had become late evening.

»Mph!«

Jelena made herself noticeable, looking disheveled and exhausted, but otherwise unharmed. To her other side, the blonde captive was looking at them, fearful, but calm. Tabea now noticed her blue eyes. She definitely wasn`t a Turk – but definitely someone a rich Turk would pay a high price for!

Another man was standing near two rocks that marked the entry to the airing, obviously, he was guarding it. Another one now stepped towards them, looking almost friendly. He asked something in his language and Tabea saw that the blonde was nodding slightly, blushing at the same time. The man took a rope and tied a noose around her neck. Then, he loosened her ties except for the wrist bonds and, using the neck rope like a leash, made the girl stand up. When she staggered, he grabbed her arm, a bit rough, but not brutal, helping her to stand on wobbly legs. He then led her away a few yards and Tabea and Jelena could see how the blonde managed to gather her skirts with her bound hands before crouching and relieving herself.

Once she was finished, he led her to the campfire that now was burning and made her sit there. Then, it was Jelena`s and Tabea`s turn to pee. The man was watching them closely, obviously not only interested in ogling them, but also in how they managed to follow nature with their chastity belts.

Whilst their captors were preparing some stew, Tabea could see the cart and had to admit that it was a quite well-thought construction. It had a double floor, hiding the narrow space they had been stashed inside. Above, there were bales of linen that obviously were fake, since one man could lift them without help.

»Whoever they are, they are not doing this for the first time!«

When the meal was ready, one of the men released the blonde`s wrists and removed her gag before handing her a bowl, a spoon and also a leather bottle. The girl ate and drank, but before, she whispered towards Tabea and Jelena, speaking Turkish:

»I am Mira! They are getting us to Istanbul.«

Tabea nodded and realized that Mira had used the Turkish name of the city. However, now the man interrupted the one-sided conversation and made her finish her meal in silence. After that, Mira was untied and the man examined her reddened wrists. He then smeared some grease on them and then, he gave an order Tabea and Jelena could not understand.

Reluctantly, Mira rose and then, she opened her dress and let it fall to the floor. Whilst she also took off her shoes, Tabea noticed that, despite her plain dress, her slip was made of fine silk. In addition, this girl did not look like a peasant girl, as her skin showed no tan, not even at her face or lower arms.

When Mira was standing in just her sleeveless slip, the man again said something and after some hesitating, she ripped a strip from the bottom, producing a silk band. She ripped that in half and then tied the strips around her wrists. Obviously, they were meant for upholstery, as the man now tied her hands behind her back again. Then, he ripped the sleeves from her dress, tied a knot in one of them and used it to gag the girl. Mira then had to sit down and watch as it now was Jelena`s turn to eat and drink.

After that, her wrists were untied and creamed, too. Then, she had to remove the burlap sack and the men obviously enjoyed the look of her pleasingly sized breasts. The man now said something to Mira and, though blushing, she nodded.

He bent over the blonde and ripped off her slip, leaving only her upper body covered. Then, he ripped the cloth and wrapped Jelena`s wrists before tying her hands behind her back, too.

»Thank you, Mira! I`m Jelena!«, She whispered in Turkish before she was gagged with the other knotted sleeve. Mira nodded, obviously fighting down her embarrassment of having to sit bottomless in front of their captors.

Tabea then was allowed to eat and drink. She looked around if she could risk an escape attempt, but the three men could hurt Jelena or Mira if she did so and even by surprise, she could not overpower all three of them. So, she just ate and after she was untied, she removed her sack without even being asked, allowing them to admire her black skin and ample boobs.

Again, the man obviously asked Mira whether she would sacrifice the remnants of her slip and again, the girl nodded. Now, Tabea could see two details: she was not stark naked, but was wearing something that looked like a bikini bottom – and her armpits were shaved.

»This is definitely not a peasant girl!«, she thought, but she hid her surprise and just introduced herself to her co-captive. Mira, showing a surprising calmness for being nearly naked, nodded slightly.

Once her wrists had been greased, wrapped and tied behind her back, the man looked at the remnants of Mira´s dress and ripped off a long strip. Whilst putting a knot in it, he let his eyes wander over Mira`s body.

»He`s planning something vile!«, Tabea thought and as on keyword, the man called for his two accomplices who quickly grabbed her by her arms and forced her on her knees.

The third man now slowly loosened the bands of Mira´s silky underwear. The girl gasped and panted heavily, but endured the humiliation without motion.

»No! You bastards! No! Noouuhhmmph!«

Tabea fought, but the men just tightened their grip and also stepped on her feet to force her down. Number three now grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Then, he pressed the balled up silk against her lips and, with two of his fingers, he also pinched her nose shut.

She managed to hold her breath for more than a minute, but finally, she had to gasp for air, allowing him to force the undergarment deep into her mouth. When he tied the knotted rag between her jaws, Tabea retched at the slightly bitter taste and had to fight her gag reflex. This was in fact a pair of panties – a pair of panties that had been worn by another woman!

However, she could do nothing but to accept the humiliating gag. Laughing, the men now brought three blankets and tightly wrapped the girls from head to toe. Then, they were placed by the fire. Tabea bucked and screamed through her vile-tasting gag, causing the men to laugh. Then, as she didn`t stop squirming and trying to wriggle off her gag, they pinned her to the ground.

With considerable glee, one of them loosened the knots of her cleave gag, only to pull it even tighter, pushing the wadded panties deeper into her mouth. Then, they tied another cloth over her mouth before they turned her onto her belly. Tabea could see one of them take off his belt and a few seconds later, the first lash landed on her butt.

The layers of the blanket she was wrapped in upholstered the beat, but it hurt nevertheless. Held by the man`s two comrades, Tabea could not wriggle away. She bit down on her gag, retching from the sheer thought, but she swore not to scream. So, only a faint gasp came out whenever the belt hit her buttocks. After ten times, the man stopped and the others let her go. However, before she could move, he hit her an eleventh time. Tabea`s moan was answered by a satisfied chuckle as he had caught her off-guard.

Panting, Tabea lay there, looking at the faces of her co-captives. Jelena tried to show some compassion, blinking »P-O-O-R T-A-B-B-Y« with her eyes. Mira seemed to be ashamed that her underwear had partially caused the beating, though it had not been her fault. Tabea blinked her tears away and nodded towards the others, trying to give them proof she was okay.

She tried to ignore the tingling in her butt. The man had used considerable force, but the blanket had protected her and so, she would soon be able to turn onto her back and to breathe more easily. Frowning from disgust, she tried to shift the gag with her tongue. The panties were beginning to soak her saliva and she knew that soon, she would have to swallow. But she had to push against the gag to provide it from sliding down her throat.

»I had always thought that panties hadn`t been invented before the 19th century!«, she thought involuntarily. However, Tabea knew from old Roman mosaics that bikini-like clothing had existed for more than 2000 years. However, she was sure that they had not been common in medieval Serbia!

»Who are you, Mira?«

This girl was no peasant girl. She had shaved legs, a practice not even noblewoman of that time were used to. Tabea had not seen whether she had shaved off her pubic hair, too, but she remembered about Ilona. Jelena had noticed her hairless pubic area and concluded that she had been living with the Ottomans for some time. Was this the fact with Mira, too?

»Well, it seems we will have plenty of time to know each other better!«

One of the men was sitting close to them, doing night watch, whilst the others were preparing to sleep. So, though she could try to work on her wrist ties, she would have been detected well before she had freed herself from the blanket. With a sigh, Tabea tried to wait for the next day and to find some sleep.

She had indeed managed to doze off, for she was awakened by the smell of coffee and fresh bread. Close to her, one of the slavers was baking flat bread in the embers whilst beside him, a pot of coffee was boiling. The smell was delicious and despite her predicament, Tabea felt her stomach grumble.

It still was some time before dawn, but now, Jelena was freed from her blanket and her ties and gag were removed before she was given a bowl with coffee and warm flat bread. The girl shivered from the cold and Tabea could see her hard nipples, but one of the men gently draped the blanket over her shoulders and the other even asked her whether she`d like some milk in her coffee. Tabea could not understand what he said to her, but it made Jelena smile shyly.

After the breakfast, he put a noose around Jelena`s neck and led her aside. When they returned shortly after, Tabea concluded from her friend`s slightly reddened cheeks that she had been allowed to relieve herself and that the man had been watching.

Now, the one who apparently was the leader of the criminals let his finger wander from one to the other whilst enchanting something that sounded like a counting-out rhyme. And indeed, in the end, his finger rested on Jelena and he smiled at her.

»Today, you enjoy fresh air!«

Jelena wanted to protest, but now, a wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth and the man told her with a gesture not to spit it out. Meanwhile, his comrade brought some cloth bands and they began to tie up Jelena methodically. She had to put her arms to her sides and her wrists were tied to the tops of her thighs. Then, two bands pinned her arms to her upper body, at waist level and below her breasts. It looked almost comfortable, though she would not be able to move much, especially as they also bound her legs above and below the knees and at the ankles. Then, a shabby, slightly oversized dress was put on her, covering her as if she was dressed. The blanket now was draped over her shoulders again and then, they took care of her gag.

Jelena moaned faintly as the rag was shoved deeper into her mouth and fixed by a tight cleave gag. Above, another cloth was tied, followed by a third that covered her face from over her nose to below her chin. Then, a colored cloth was pulled over her hair and knotted under her chin, just like a woman`s headscarf. It was pulled down to hide most of her face and when they placed Jelena on the cart`s driver`s seat, Tabea understood: Tied like that, Jelena would not be able to escape and also not draw attention from the distance.

When Jelena had been fixed to the bench at her waist and her ankles, it was Mira`s turn to be freed and to have breakfast. Tabea now could see she indeed had her pubic hair completely shaved off

– a view that reminded her all too well of her panty gag.

After Mira had also been allowed to follow nature, she was made to sit and her wrists were tied in front of her. They used tight ropes, but the girl still had the rags wrapped around her wrists, protecting her skin. She was then gagged with just a knotted cloth that was bound between her lips before they came for Tabea.

»Phew!«

She gratefully spat out Mira`s underwear and licked her lips once the cloths covering her mouth had fallen. Then, catching Mira`s eyes, she whispered an excuse:

»No offense, Mira!«

Blushing, Mira nodded. Tabea ate and drank and then also endured having to relieve herself under one of the men`s prying eyes. Then, she waited for her hands to be tied, but instead, they made Mira stand up. One of the slavers held a damp piece of cloth between two fingers: Mira`s panties, still soaked with Tabea`s saliva. She steeled herself for getting gagged with them again, but instead, they were put on back on Mira. The blonde`s eyes widened and she let out a moan of disgust as the damp material clung to her pubic mound. Meticulously, the man tied the bands in place before he made a sign to his colleagues. One took Tabea`s arms whilst the other tied a knotted cloth between her lips, too.

They were made to stand face to face. Tabea now could see that Mira was nearly as tall as her, maybe some 5`7``. She was slim, but looked sportive and she had medium-sized, firm boobs with rosy buds. Her admiration of her co-captive was, however, distracted, as they forced Mira to put her bound arms over Tabea and hug her in a close embrace. Then, as they had tied Tabea`s arms behind Mira`s back, they were so close their breasts touched. Tabea, used to being tied like that, didn`t bother much and Mira also seemed to accept that fate. However, their captors weren`t finished with them.

One of them took a rope, doubled it up and slung it around Mira`s waist, forming a noose and threading the ends through it. He pulled it tight, forming a rope belt. Then, he brought the slip knot to Mira`s front, pushing his hand between the two girls, but letting the ends just dangle. His hand brushed over Tabea`s chastity belt and he murmured something she couldn`t understand.

Now, they were led to the cart and heaved onto the load so they could be placed inside the box. Since they now were just two, it was less narrow than the day before. Tabea looked at Mira whose eyes suddenly widened and she also shifted, letting out a strange moan. Tabea strained her head to see what the man who was bent over the blonde was doing. He was just tying one of Mira`s ankles to a rope – a rope that had been threaded through her waist rope and that went through her cleft. She realized that it was the same rope that went over the other`s pubic mound and when she had both her feet tied to the ends, she not only was hogtied; every moving of her legs would have consequences on the rope between her legs. Tabea felt the hemp brush over the metal of her chastity belt and when she looked at Mira, the blonde slightly blushed.

»Much time for fun!«, one of the men said in broken Turkish, playfully slapping each girl`s buttocks. Then the lid was closed and they could hear the men place the fake load on the cart. Some time later, their trip continued.

Tabea and Mira quickly realized that them being stashed in a box defined for three gave them some ability to move, but they could not get away from each other. At least not in a way their boobs no longer rubbed and grinded against each other. So, for some time, they just lay there, in their enforced embrace, and tried to relax.

»Maybe, I could reach the knots of my ties! And then, we could free each other and-«

The problem was that they would still be locked inside the box. Tabea had no idea how strong the planks were, but it sure would make noise if they tried to remove them from the inside. In addition, Jelena was still in the hands of the thugs.

However, she continued flexing her hands and trying to pick on the tight knots. She realized that they had slung the rope holding Mira`s ankles around her bound wrists, reducing her ability to move. in addition, whenever she moved more than a little bit, she felt Mira wriggle and heard her moan. Obviously, these movements had some effects on her crotch rope.

Her right arm was getting numb from having to lie on one side all the time. So, using the cart`s swaying as a help, she managed to turn on her back. Of course, she pulled Mira with her and now, the blonde lay atop of her. Somehow, Mira`s knees had slid between her own, forcing Tabea to lie with her legs slightly open. In the near blackness around them, she more smelled and felt her companion than she saw her.

Tabea now concentrated on her wrist ties and finally, she felt indeed how one of the knots loosened. Spurned by that, she continued to pick on the thin cord, ignoring Mira`s mmphing and shifting. Suddenly, she felt that Mira wasn`t just squirming because Tabea forced her to do so.

»What the-«

Mira now was moving up and down upon her, rubbing her boobs over Tabea`s and pressing her pubic mound against the Black`s chastity belt. In addition, she moved her hogtied feet, causing the crotch rope to tighten and loosen in a steady rhythm. Mira was panting and sighing and suddenly, Tabea felt that something was dripping on her face: it was Mira`s saliva, coming from her drooling mouth.

The tiny prison would have heated up anyway, but now, Tabea felt as if Mira was not only warm, but hot. Hot, sweaty and constantly moving. Moving in a way that could only mean-

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

Tabea tried to stop Mira by pressing her arms against her body. The blonde responded by a guttural groan, accompanied by her clawing her fingers into Tabea`s buttocks. These were still slightly sensitive from the spanking the day before and the rough touch made her rear up. In response, Mira thrust her breasts forward, mashing Tabea`s chest and causing her to gasp.

»Oh my God, she thinks I am into this, too!«

In general, Tabea considered herself as straight, but like most girls, she had had a few experiences with her sex, too. Nothing too explicit, just some kissing or fondling. It had half amused, half dismayed her, that quite a lot of women had been fascinated by her 34DDs, too. And of course, there had been the »exotic bonus«, the fact she often was the only black girl around. She had always considered being intimate with girls as not unpleasant, but not just the real thing for her. However, Mira seemed to be thinking otherwise.

»I wonder – uuuhmm! – if that crotch rope – uhhmmm! – has such an effect!«

Her thoughts were interrupted by Mira`s thrusting pelvis. In addition, the blonde still clawed into her buttocks, forcing her to join the dance. And of course, the constant rubbing of their boobs had not been without consequences. Tabea knew that, if they had been separated now, her nipples would have stand out hard and erect. And a part of her didn`t want to get separated from Mira. Somehow, this all felt good, erotic! Tabea felt a warm tingling in her loins and she wished that the chastity belt hadn`t been there.

To distract herself, she continued working on her bonds. This of course added some pressure to Mira`s crotch rope and she accelerated her moves, now panting and moaning into Tabea`s face and spilling more drool and sweat all over her.

Suddenly, her hands parted, but before she had realized she was free now, Mira`s body suddenly stiffened. Then, she began to twitch and spasm, sending grunts and high pitched sighs through her gag. Tabea involuntarily grabbed her hips and pulled her closer until the blonde collapsed over her.

Holding the panting and slightly trembling girl in her arms, Tabea managed to get one hand up and to remove Mira`s gag. She felt a gush of hot saliva and before she could undo her own gag, Mira began covering her face with kisses.

»Oh, Tabea, oh, that was-«

Tabea wanted to say something as soon as she had yanked the cloth from between her lips, but she tasted a pair of soft, wet lips and a moment later, a tongue rushed into her mouth. Unable to escape this hungry kiss, she finally responded to it, kissing Mira until the girl had calmed down a bit. Then, she began to untie Mira`s ankles. The girl cuddled closer to her and slightly wriggled her hips.

»Oh my God, does she think I am preparing for round two?«

She told Mira that she just wanted to get free, trying to sound determined and strict. The blonde held still, allowing her to untie her feet, but she kissed her lips again. Tabea took Mira`s face between her hands, pulling it a bit away from her own.

»Mira, what just happened, eh, I mean-«

She searched for the right word in her limited treasure of Turkish words. Such a situation would have been more than awkward in any language! The smell of female arousal almost made breathing impossible and she doubted that any of them could get any moister from sweat and drool.

»You – you don`t love me?«

Mira`s voice sounded so sad, so vulnerable that Tabea had to gulp. But then, she forced herself to answer:

»Not that way!«

For a few seconds, Mira didn`t move and said nothing. Tabea could feel her twitch slightly and she was sure the girl was fighting down her tears, but then, she realized Mira was trying not to laugh.

»Mira, what-«

With a giggle, Mira bent forward and kissed her once more, playfully pushing her tongue into Tabea`s mouth before shifting her position so they were lying on their sides.

»We will see, Tabea, we will see! Now, turn around and free my hands!«

Staggered by that reaction, she obeyed and turned around in Mira`s embrace so she could reach the other`s wrists. As she began to pick on the knots, Mira softly kissed her neck, just where she liked it most. Involuntarily, she arched her neck and allowed the other girl to kiss her there for some seconds before she insisted:

»Mira – what I just said – I was serious!«

Mira stopped kissing her, but then bit into her shoulder, causing her to gasp.

»Me too!«

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