Chapter Seven
Chained on their knees with their naked bodies beautifully displayed and a chain running through between their spread thighs and buried deep in the wet recesses of their sexes, Belinda and Arabella trembled in fear as Ranee hurried to their side and fell to her knees as the two warrior Masters that she had fetched walked over to what had become, with Ranee’s addition, a trio of slaves.
When the two men gazed down at her displayed nudity, Belinda recognised that one of them was Amal, the man who had bound her in the whipping frame on the day she had been taken by Razak. He recognised her, too, and grinned broadly as his hot eyes surveyed her presented breasts and the chain disappearing between her straddled thighs.
“So, we meet again, slave,” he greeted her cheerfully. “Ran
