<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>The Prince lay back upon the tiled floor, lifting Khalida atop his body. On Takrin as women had grown stronger and more athletic they had matched their male slaves in average height and were of superior strength and fitness. Khalida could see for herself with their bodies so close that this did not hold true for herself and the Prince. perhaps not for Nesstrans in general. Her royal master was taller than she was by several inches and by the way he easily handled her body of far superior strength.<br/><br/>"You have done excellent. I thought I would have to punish you. You are doing good so far." Her master congratulated.<br/><br/>Khalida felt gratified, not just for pleasing her owner. Though she accepted bondage and pain as part of her existence and it did nothing to dampen her sexual ardour, she still tried her utmost to avoid such discomfort and suffering.<br/><br/>A finger beneath her chin guided Khalida's lips to his and he kissed her with passion and surprising gentleness. Khalida eagerly responded and their tongues entwined as they kissed openmouthed.<br/><br/>Though she was presently on top of her Prince Khalida was still aware that he was in complete control. His hands roved her body at will, caressing and massaging her. When his fingers delved between her legs she willingly parted her thighs, hoping that he intended to use his skilled fingers on her cunt. Instead he tickled and pinched at the soft flesh of her inner thighs and higher on the smoothness of her perineum. Khalida was soon giggling and squirming on his body, her breasts mashing against his muscled chest.<br/><br/>The teasing was making her sex exceedingly wet, feminine juice was trickling from her puffy labia. Khalida could appreciate the skill of his caresses, she was trained herself to excite sexual need in a mistress in similar fashion. She took the fact that the Prince used such practiced finesse upon her as a great compliment. She was his to use and he could have taken her without first stoking the heat of sexual desire.<br/><br/>"Oh master, see how wet I become for you." Khalida whispered in a pause between kisses. "My sex is watering and hot."<br/><br/>Khalida gave a quick and silent prayer to Ssinringg that her words might sway her master to verify the truth for himself. She was aching to feel his touch upon and inside her aroused quim.