<strong>Balthazar</strong><br/><br/>He watched her arms tremble from the terrible strain of holding her up from the nails.  Her voice, being forced to say such things was sweet music to his ears.  The feeling of her tight virgin sex grasping him so tightly, her blood easing the passage of his shaft into her body.<br/><br/>He let her continue a bit longer, enjoying her efforts to beg him for something he knew she did not want.  Then his hands cupped her ass and he shifted to take her weight onto his hips.  "Let go the bar and wrap your arms about my neck," he told her, "I'll fuck you in a proper bed my little harlot.  I shall use your body untill you beg me for real.  Soon enough, I shall have you moaning like the slut you are."<br/><br/><strong>Darius</strong><br/><br/>He nodded.  He had voiced his concern and been heard.  To continue to argue now would be dishonorable and treasonious.<br/><br/>He stepped wide around the vile altar, avoiding setting foot on the circular mosasic that the dust did not hide well enough for his like.  He came to the door, directly across the circular chamber from the one they had entered.  It did not latch from the outside as most of the others did, and when he swung it open, a bedchamber was revealed.<br/><br/>Age had ravaged the fine bed and the other furnishings, but he still stepped inside with great caution.  "It seems only a sleeping chamber my Princess," he said, "But there is a writing desk and wardrobe that might contain something of interest."