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You know, before all of this.” Ariela riding asked curiously, glancing down over Sophia’s shoulder at the v of her dress, briefly admiring her cleavage. Belind pursed his lips, his brow furrowing a little as Ariela dodged his question, but he knew better than to avoid hers, “We hated each other. She bullied me almost constantly.” Ariela nodded curiously, “She’s a real cunt isn’t she?” Sophia made to move but Ariela tightened her grip, a silent pained expression crossing Sophia’s face before she stood still once more, pouting. Belind glanced between the two then shrugged and nodded. “Oh how rude of me, your question,” Ariela smirked, “from what I gather she came here to marry me to gain power and as a token of appreciation she informed me that there are a couple of traitors in my midst who are trying to break you out,” she squinted her eyes some, reading his silent reaction. “Well, I’ll be. Belind you little demon, she’s telling the truth isn’t she?” he looked away and she let out a short laugh, shaking her head, “I’m almost proud of you. I’m not, but, almost,” with a shove she pushed Sophia to her knees where, with a wave of her hand, Ariela kept her pinned, an invisible LittleMutt weight keeping her down as Ariela stepped around the bed to get closer to Belind, who shuffled away, nervous and with good reason. “Each time I think I’ve broken you, you surprise me,” she reached out and caressed a hand across his face, “I think that’s why you’re my favourite. There’s always something new to play with.” “I won’t tell you who they are…” Belind said defensively, still holding the covers indianna to his chest. Ariela let out a little sigh and put her hands on her hips, “Belind, darling, you know that isn’t true. I could very easily have you tortured until you give up the names of the traitors.” 'though I know one already', she thought to herself, thinking about Atrin, her mind completely lost as to who the other could be. Belind got a bit of a wet look in his eyes, knowing his chances were dashed and that her words were true, but he wouldn’t give up the names without at least trying to resist her, though he felt fear coursing through him at the pain he was sure was coming. “But I don’t want to have to do that.” She said and he looked up, confused, then she smiled, motioning with a hand towards the silent Sophia, “I’d much rather make that bitch suffer. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I played my little games with her, instead of you.” “I don’t understand,” Belind said softly. “Give me the names of the traitors and I will help you get your revenge on this uppity little brat. You and me, together,” she winked, “Either that or I just summon the torturer and send you on your little way. I might even marry this one, give her what she wants, imagine her, a Queen again, living in luxury after a lifetime of bullying you and selling you out.” Belind looked down at Violet Sophia, her expression not one of pleading or fear as he had expected, but one of anger and belittlement. “...One before, one after.” Belind said and Ariela grinned broadly. “Mm, you’ve a deal, Belind. Give me my name.” He hesitated, considering lying, but knew that would not be his brightest idea. “Skye,” he said simply, feeling a pang of regret for the ally who had gone out of their way to help him, but knew it had been inevitable as soon as Ariela knew of their existence. Ariela narrowed her eyes, “Who?” she shook her head, “You know, it doesn’t matter.” So, someone called Skye and of course, the Prince's former right-hand man, Atrin. She glanced down at Sophia. She already had both the names, not that Belind knew that. She thought for a moment about just leaving, throwing Sophia away and forgetting all about her, but the girl had been such a bitch. “Quit being so shy, Belind,” she commanded and he hesitated again, glancing at his once sister. “I wouldn't have put you in this position. “Well I don’t,” Tegan said curtly “So I will see you later.” I responded that a quick close sounded good to me. riding Her silky bush, soaked with her tart juices, brushed my lips. Though this and her participating in the various temple ritual wouldn't be confined to a single temple or Goddess. He tried to sound like that announcer at major boxing events. Came out of Jamal’s mouth very sternly. We don't sell anything under 20-25 tires," he tells me. "I'll end that bitch myself." “I hate you! Chapter 4 No smarmy fellow police indianna officers to fend off. She came over my lap to kiss me, she stayed sitting on my lap just laying her head over my shoulder. “Oh Sweetie. It's Erika" Then abruptly, she pulled me back onto haunches, straddles the man and facing me, grips his cock and very slowly lowers herself, impaling her pussy on to his very hard cock. All her potential, all her strength, it will all LittleMutt be wasted on a man. That is why your mother and I dote on her relentlessly, because she is a free spirit that will be caged, and we wish to squeeze every bit of happiness out of her last eight years of freedom.” I gasped, and then I held my arms out from my sides and told them, "Okay, Violet that's done.