Beneath him, Aurora groaned as his cock slid inside her, just wet enough that her tightness could not stop his determined push, just dry enough that the friction sent slivers of discomfort, almost pain, through her, a delicious bit of extra on top of what he had done to her with the horse, the cane, and with his own hands, twisting and pinching her breasts.  Groaned, grunted like a bitch in heat as he fucked her, the slave had no words; she'd been conquered, and all that was left was a prize for him to enjoy.