"You don't like my pet?" Karab asked in mock-hurt tones."You don't like my pet?" Karab asked in mock-hurt tones. His comically sad face twisted into a sadistic leer. "Perhaps the two of you should get acquainted, while I'm at the dinner." He removed the squirming creature from its jar and forced it into the helpless slave girl. Rhea felt the acid burn a track up her throat, but, unable to spew it out, she was forced to swallow hard. Wrapping another piece of cloth tightly around her legs and hips, preventing the toad's escape, he left. "I will return in a few hours slave girl. Be prepared to serve my pleasure." Rhea lay on the floor in torment. The chains were too tight, and she knew she would bruise. The loathsome feeling of the animal fighting in the cramped space made her ill. The only worse sensation was feeling it grow weaker and weaker until it quit moving. She knew it had suffocated. The feeling of lying chained on her back, with a dead toad inside of her was repulsive and she put the thought from her mind. Distracting herself, she thought back a few weeks to the first night her master had summoned her after her punishment. It had been glorious, and she remembered how much she had loved him. He had trusted her enough to allow her to perform slightly dan- gerous intimate actions upon his body, and now he had loaned her to a jaded pervert from Pergamum. |