Sophie's cheeks promptly went scarlet and her eyes widened in sickened horror at the thought.  "No, Master!  Of course, Master," she said hurriedly, and cut off further word by placing the false cock in her mouth so deeply that she triggered her own gag reflex, and coughed around the phallus beneath her lowered eyes.<br/><br/>As she rubbed her wrists where the chains and cuffs had scraped them raw in the course of her beating and thrashings about, Aurora looked at her grandsire, frowning.  He couldn't be serious.  It was his design that had put her in the role of a slave, had made her enjoy the torments.  It could not be otherwise.  He was trying to confuse her.  It couldn't be. . .no. . .surely not.  Surely she hadn't wanted the pain, the suffering, the helplessness, in some dark part of her heart.  Surely not.<br/><br/>Free from her bondage, Aurora went into Balthazar's arms, pressing her lips against his, her fingers twining in his soft hair with one hand, while the other fell to rest upon his engorged shaft, still moist with Sophie's cunt juices and virgin's blood.  "Did you enjoy my gift to you, grandsire?  She was sent by her father to spy upon us.  I say when we legalize slavery once more in Valeria, we place her on the block first."