Sophie followed Balthazar's gaze, frowning.  She recognized the girl, the other slave, but couldn't. . .it was as if something in a dream. . .then a stray fragment of memory broke through the dream mind that Balthazar's realm had lain across hers like a veil.  "Princess?" she asked, eyes wide with shocked horror and confusion.  "What. . ." those two words were all she had time for, however, before she regressed into Balthazar's slave, and looked away from the other girl, raising a hand to her Master's cheek to beg his attentions, even as she shuddered, her body gripped by a sudden, rushing sensation of exquisite pleasure.<br/><br/>Aurora opened her mouth to answer, but gasped, unable to speak.  She closed her vibrant blue eyes, trying to fight for her very mind.  She was Balthazar's slave. . .no. . .she wasn't. . .she must. . .not. . .submit.  She was Balthazar's slave. . .his slave. . .his. . .<br/><br/>She fought him, fought his control, with every ounce of will she had, but in the end, she could not resist him, not here, in his place of power.  For the briefest of moments, collar and chains were gone, and she appeared in a gown befitting her station.  But then they faded, and the weight of her bondage seemed all the heavier as she stopped fighting.  "Yes, Master," she said at last.  "I belong to you.  Use me as you see fit, my lord."