She was in misery as Balthazar tormented her with her own desire.  Was it truly that she wished to be his plaything, to be used and dominated, or was it all part of the illusion, the dream?  Did it matter?  She knew exactly what she wanted, but to say it, to debase herself further burned her.  But what was the alternative?  Remain silent for a pride she did not even know was justified?<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Sophie stirred at his command, and padded on bare feet across the chamber.  She gave a little gasp as she saw what was inside, and dared a look over her shoulder, dark eyes wide in red-faced embarrassment.  The toy she selected was a good sized one, nothing towards the largest end of what was available, for the maid feared that she might be asked to demonstrate its use before the other slave was fucked with it.<br/><br/>Aurora looked over her shoulder, at the chains that bound her, balled her fists uselessly behind her back.  "I wish to be fucked at your pleasure, grandsire.  But. . ." she silenced herself, took a shuddering breath.  "But. . .I would beg to suffer at your pleasure first, Master."