The second she felt his hand touch her exposed pussy, she tensed. And stopped fighting, realizing that now she was completely naked, vulnerable, visible to him. She had not felt so utterly helpless for a long time. She tried to pull away, she tried to push him away, but her powers had left her, a combination of everything that had happened to her that day and the days before, being the main reason. She heard his words, he was amused, but it was also as if he was chiding her...for not serving. Was this serving? Did she truly have to accept their humour, their opinions, their proposals, and did she truly have to feed their sexual needs? Galla wondered, she actually thought about her position again, and the words that Argentum had uttered...<br/><br/>She was breathing hard now, trying not to jerk her head too hard, for fear of him pulling her hair out, and she trembled every time she felt his cock against her. She did not reply to his statement, she could not. But she did squirm, trying to close her legs, to cut off his access, since she did not want him to discover the heat coming from her cunt. A heat which she had rarely felt arise. A heat which no man, legendary beast or not, had ever felt. She whimpered and a tear fell down her face.