<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>khalida felt her slave collar being unlocked and heard it dully hit the ground beside her. A lucky find for some beggar outside the Nei's court. Without the collar Khalida felt suddenly naked, a strange sensation for one who had happily been nude except for ornamental jewellery for years. She resisted the urge to feel her neck, which had seldom been bared since she was enslaved.<br/><br/>The Prince promised that soon she would be wearing a new collar. Khalida felt eager for that moment, the collar would be his and hopefully placed around her neck by his own hand. All those that saw it would know she was a Prince's chattal. The idea of having a master rather than a mistress, would so shortly ago have made her feel inferior to her sister slaves. Now she relished the moment when she was marked as his property.<br/><br/>At last the Prince touched her body. One rounded breast was cupped in his hand and Khalida felt herself go giddy as he squeezed the firm, but yielding flesh. His gauntletted fingers played across her skin and she felt the sting of metal against flesh and shivered in excitement. Her nipple was touched, circled, stroked and played with and it grew achingly erect.<br/><br/>The Prince withdrew his hand and Khalida felt a stab of dismay at the loss of contact with her master. She rose gracefully when commanded and came to heel immediately. With eyes shining brightly in anticipation she hurried after her master as he entered the mighty Nei's palace.<br/><br/>The story continues here:<br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136901.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136901.0)