Legends of Belariath

Salina Kyle

Captive Princess - Part 1

My Captor

My eyes fluttered open to see the ceiling of the tent. I lay in a heap on the floor of the large tent looking around in confusion. I recognized none of it. I looked down to see my sword and daggers were gone but I still had on my white leather armor. My hand went up to assure that my silver circlet of rank was still keeping my fiery hair out of my face. None of this made sense to me. I moved to the front opening, past a map table to look outside. There were two guards, one human and the other a Dark Elf standing with spears crossed in front of the opening. He looked up to see me and gestured me back into the tent’s interior. I tried thinking of my last clear memories. I was moving to join my father on the battlefield. I rode with a group of ten of the most elite soldiers my father had. We’d stopped to rest our horses when I felt a sharp sting in my neck. I couldn’t remember anything passed that point.

“I was captured,” I hissed, softly, my eyes darting around the room looking for some sort of weapon. I didn’t worry much. The Dark Elf commander wouldn’t dare harm me. I was a princess after all, though the humiliation of my capture made my face flush. My father was going to be furious with me. As I tried to come up with some sort of escape plan, the air filled with hoof beats as someone rode up to the tent. In a moment, the tent flap flung open letting ‘him’ into the room. He stood six feet tall, his long white hair tied in a simple ponytail with a leather thong. His black skin seemed to blend into the midnight blue of his armor breastplate, arm guards and thigh guards, the filigree patterns edged with silver. He had a Katana style sword across his back, the hilt wrapped with dragon skin. Two fighting daggers were on his belt wrapped in the same kind of dragon skin as his sword, obviously a set of arms. As he took his gloves off, his dark eyes looked me up and down, slowly.

“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep a brave face. His eyes traveled slowly over my body even in my armor making me uncomfortable very fast. Holding my head high, I suppressed the desire to shiver at his leer.

“If you think I’m going to reveal anything to you, you’re mistaken…”

“What I choose to have you reveal is my choice alone,” he said, with a smirk. “Its not often I get ‘royal’ prisoners.” The look in his eyes made my stomach twist. I took a small step back, eyes looking desperately for some weapon.

“My father will have your head if you harm me,” I snarled. He just laughed like I’d said something hilarious to him.

“He can try,” the Dark Elf said, as his eyes continued to study my body. “His troops haven’t exactly impressed me or my men recently.”

“You’ll see,” I growled, my face flushing in my rage. “You’ll be driven back under the ground where your kind belongs.” Snorting in amusement, his handsome face twisted with his sneer.

“Maybe so… so why not enjoy ourselves while we’re up here in the sunlight?” Despite my desire to show no fear, I couldn’t help taking another step back, my eyes looking for some escape seeing only the Dark Elf and the guards at the front of the tent. He started toward me, but stopped long enough to drop his sword and daggers into a chest and slammed it shut. Taking up a determined stance, I heard the lock on the chest close so I wouldn’t be able to get at his weapons. The Dark Elf turned to me smiling as he walked toward me, his dark hands almost shining in the firelight.

“You’d better leave me untouched,” I growled, trying not to cringe, “if you value your life, beast.” He continued to come toward me, his eyes lustful. The Dark Elf herded me back into the tent till I had nowhere to retreat, pinned to the outer wall. His fingers reached out to find the lacing of my breastplate. With a growl, I knocked his hand away then brought my knee up to slam into his balls, just like my arms master had taught me.

“I’m not helpless, dark one,” I snarled, though my knee only struck the cup protecting him. He grabbed my ankle tipping me over the map table to fall hard to the ground.

“And I’m not stupid, fire haired wench,” he said, with an almost indulgent tone, like I wasn’t impressing him anymore than my father’s troops. I yanked my foot away from him and got to my feet.

“You could’ve fooled me,” I hissed back in my rage.

“I’m going to do more then fool you,” he returned, making my face fall ashen. Quickly, I moved to put the table between us.

“I’ll die before I let you touch me.” He startled me by lunging over the table grabbing the neck of my leather armor and dragging me over the table. I struggled in his grasp and snapped out to bite him. The Dark Elf yelped in pain from a graze, responding with a hard slap to my face. Stunned at such behavior, I gasped in shock. No one had ever struck me in such a manner.

“How dare you,” I panted, my hand going up to my burning cheek.

“Rich little strumpet,” he hissed in irritation. “Let’s see how defiant you are naked…” My mouth dropped open in shock at his words.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasped. His hands came out to pull at the lacings of my armor breastplate. I fought his hands trying to yank away. My feet kicked out for a shin or a knee to the stomach, for all the good it did. The Dark Elf still managed to unlace my breastplate, dropping the sturdy straps on the table to peel the plates away. He reached for one of the long strips of leather.

“Do I need to tie you, wench?” He growled with that arrogant scorn.

“Stop calling me a wench,” I snarled, struggling in his gasp. “I’m Princess Alana Brighthaven to you, beast.”

“Hmmmmm…” he murred looking at my undershirt. “Do you have the breasts of a princess?” He forced my arms over my head to bind them tightly. I fought to free my wrists but his knots held good.

“Don’t you touch me, animal,” I snarled, trying to get my knee up to his stomach but failing again. The Dark Elf smiled as he ran his hands over my undershirt, taking note of my ample breasts outlined in the fabric. I shuddered, pulling away. He grabbed the neckline of my shirt, pulling in different directions. I cried out in shock as he tore my undershirt in two revealing the strips of cloth I used to bind my breasts. The Dark Elf’s eyes widened a little as he smiled at me.

“I admire your dedication,” he said, with a hint of contempt, “but those strips aren’t needed here.” My bound wrists above my head, his free hand felt over the strips, much to my distress, looking for the end. He freed the end of the cloth and pulled it away allowing my large firm breasts to spring free. Gasping in shock, I squirmed, my breasts dancing and jiggling in my distress.

“No!” I cried, the first tears starting down my face. The Dark Elf watched my breasts sway, his eyes opened wide in surprise. He let his hand open to caress the curve of my breast.

“Great Spirit,” he whispered, looking quite enthralled. “These are the largest I have ever seen… What a prize…” A hot blush swept over my face as I desperately tried to cover my breasts. He watched my large, pale orbs turn a bit pink in my blush. The Dark Elf held my arms above my head as his other hand gently cupped and lifted one breast then the other, looking at the contrast between his black hand and my pale pink flesh. My body shivered, his touch bringing goose bumps to my skin causing my nipples to stiffen.

“Let me go, you dog,” I snarled, desperately trying to pull away from him. I tried to hit him with my bound wrists but his grip was too strong. He traced my hardened nipples with his fingernails adding to my distress and embarrassment. With a smile, the Dark Elf took another strip of leather and bound my hands above me to the tent pole. I shook the tent a little in my desperate need to cover my breasts. He just smiled at me.

“No… Stop…” I gasped, my face a bright red. “You beast…” His face hovered just over my bare breasts.

“How often did you let some servant or guard get a forbidden handful?” he mocked. “You little tease…” He was suggesting I allowed someone to touch my breasts.

“How dare you…” I snarled, struggling against the leather binding me. “I never…” The Dark Elf opened his lips, kissing along the full heavy curve of my flesh.

“Never?” he sneered, his tongue flicking out at my nipples. “These prizes simply beg to be toyed with…”

“No!” I cried out in rage, struggling madly for several moments till I realized he was watching the movement of my breasts. I forced myself to stop moving though it was hard. My dark blue eyes glared daggers at the arrogant Dark Elf. “You’ll be sorry you touched me in such a base manner.” His hands took a firm hold cupping my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples into stiff nubs.

“Soon, you’ll be sorry when I stop,” he said with complete assurance.

“Never,” I groaned, his attention making my heart race with new sensations. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on blocking out these strange feelings, and pleasures. The Dark Elf let his lips circle and slowly suckle on each of my nipples, his tongue lapping at the sensitive pieces of flash. My moans grew louder with each passing moment. Somewhere, outside the tent, I heard the guards laughing as they could hear what was happening in the tent. Shivering from deep down, I tried to push him away with my lower body. His head came up, his lips curled in a soft smile.

“I wonder if the rest of you begs for such attentions,” he said with a low chuckle. My heart leaped into my mouth as his hands went down to my leather pants.

“Oh no!” I cried, frantically yanking at my wrists. “Don’t you dare!” He leaned forward to kiss the under curve of my breasts, bringing more pleasure. His hands worked on the laces of my leather pants till they loosened enough to slip down my long thighs. I cried out trapped in my unclothing and bound helpless. My underpants were down to my ankles and tight to my skin with some padding to protect against the chaffing of my armor. The Dark Elf looked down at the hugging material, passing his hand down over my stomach to rub my mound. My cry of rage echoed through the tent, my thigh trying to cover myself from his touch.

“Unhand me, you bastard son of a whore.” He just chuckled a little.

“I wonder,” said the Dark Elf, smiling at my distress. “Do humans have the same color down there as their locks? Lets find out…”

“No! G-Get away from me,” I cried, tears running down my cheeks. He rolled away from my desperate kicks, lips in a dark grin of amusement. His hands caught the waistband of my final protection and gently pulled them down over my soft hips. I cried out as he revealed my fiery mound to his lewd eyes, then my creamy white thighs. With a smile, his hand reached up under my bottom to gently cup my sex. His middle finger pressed between the lips of my sex probing a bit as he rubbed it back and forth making me squirm and wiggle my hips with sensations I’d never experienced before. My eyes were closed but I felt him pull his finger away. A moment later, I could hear a gentle sucking from behind me.

“Quite tasty,” he said coming around to face me. “You’re sweet as honey, wench.” Stunned, I felt my mouth hanging open in shock at his actions. With a smile, the Dark Elf brought his hand down on my bottom, the smack causing me to jump with the stinging of it.

“How soft,” he sighed, his lips curling into a soft smile, “Like liquid silk.”

“How dare you!” I hissed, my wrists yanking against the leather binding them.

“You’re no princess here, girl,” he said, his eyes amused by my struggles. He took my silver circlet dropping it to the floor. “You’re just a naked woman… Lovely yes… but that changes nothing.”

“You’re a beast from the lowest pits of Hades,” I snarled in my rage. “My father will have you skinned alive for daring to touch me in such a manner.”

“You talk to much, wench,” said the Dark Elf with a low chuckle. “You need something else to do with those lovely lips.” My face paled as his hand indicated the crotch of his pants.

“You… You can’t mean,” I gasped, his grin turning my stomach. Freeing me from the pole, the Dark Elf smiled as he flipped me over making me sit on my knees on the table as he began to disrobe. Frantically, I looked for some way to escape but saw only the guards at the entry way and my captor. My eyes widened a little as he revealed his virile body to me. He was slim but well muscled, his dark skin taunt over his body. As he slipped off his pants I could see his long dark shaft at least a foot long and not fully erect.

“By the Light…” I whispered, my face turning a bright red. Quickly, I looked away but the sight of his member burned in my mind.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve seen them before, wench,” he said with a laugh. “Now, let’s see how well you pleasure one with those sweet lips.”

“No!” I hissed, struggling as he dragged me from the table. “I won’t… You… You snake!” Chuckling, he looked down a moment. My face turned a bright red but I kept my gaze away from him.

“Maybe it does resemble one,” he snickered, his hands digging into my hair to pull me down toward his waist. Frantically, I struggled in his hold fighting to get away. He held me firmly by my long auburn hair drawing me closer and closer to his manhood.

“No… Let me go…” I cried, tears running down my cheeks. “I won’t… I won’t even look at it…” The Dark Elf enjoyed watching my breasts dance and sway in my distress. The tip of his member brushed against my lips then he arched without warning slipping it into my mouth in mid-protest. Grunting, I tried to push it back out with my tongue only managing to lick the length of his shaft and press my tongue to the head of his erection. Holding tightly to my head, he wouldn’t let me pull away, his hips thrusting a little. The taste of his sex filled my mouth. He pushed my head down until the dark gray hair surrounding his manhood tickled my nose. Some of his member slipped into my throat for a moment before he pulled back to let me catch a breath.

“Now,” he said in a stern manner glaring down at my pale face. “I’d suggest you start working to pleasure me.” With a defiant glare, I shook my head as much as his grip would allow. He shook his head smiling down at me twisting his grip in my hair forcing my head back a little. He continued to strengthen his hold till the pain was too great. I found my tongue lapping around his shaft in a desperate gesture. He loosened his grip a little but held me firmly in place.

“Press your lips to my shaft,” he ordered. I did as he commanded beginning to suck upon him. My tongue licked up and down his length, more then twelve inches and thick. My head bobbed up and down as he began to thrust into my mouth. His erection throbbed then swelled a little more. I could feel his seed hitting the back of my throat making me swallow quickly or be Dark Elfn in it. He pulled out enough for the last to land on my tongue. He ordered me to suck on him to get the last of the drops.

“A nice way to start, girl,” he said, smiling down at my flushed face. The bittersweet taste of his seed filled my mouth, my stomach lurching a little. “Its time to move to my bed…”

“No!” I cried, fighting his hold. “I won’t… I’ll never submit to you!”

“Whether you submit or not won’t stop my long shaft from using you.”

“No…” I cried as he dragged me to my feet. “Get away from me!”

“Oh, we’re going to be getting quite close, wench,” he said dragging me toward the curtains toward his sleeping area. The Dark Elf stopped in front of a full-length mirror turning me to look at the reflection. “Look at your naked body… How magnificent…” My eyes came up to glance in the mirror, seeing his body half hidden behind me. He let me watch as his hands slipped around to grasp my breasts, the difference in our skin tones quite dramatic. Hugging me back against his strong body, he moved them in slow circles caressing my breasts in a way I’d never imagined.

“No,” I whimpered, squirming in his hold. “S-Stop…” I turned my face away in shame at the confusing feelings rushing over me.

“No,” he said in a gentle tone. “Watch my Dark Elf hands play with your lovely assets… They are mine to do with as I please…” His fingers pulled on my nipples a moment as I felt his manhood beginning to press against my bottom. Shivering against him, I kept my eyes averted, not willing to look. My arms pressed over my breasts, my hands cupped over my fiery red thatch. Easily, the Dark Elf forced my bound wrists back over my head, his dark hand sliding down, and fingers crawling like a lusty black spider over my mound.

“No…” I cried, struggling to pull away. “Stop… P-Please…” He turned me toward the translucent curtains into his sleeping area. Pushing me forward, I stumbled and tripped falling onto the large featherbed. Startled, I recovered enough to turn trying to get to my knees. The Dark Elf was upon me, his naked body straddling my thighs, his hands pinning my arms above my head once more.

“Your body is mine now, girl,” he growled, a smile of amusement washing over his face. He leaned down to lay a lingering kiss between my heaving breasts.

“No,” I groaned as tears ran down my pale cheeks. There was pleasure in his touch that I couldn’t understand. His dark lips wrapped around one of my nipples suckling gently, his tongue lapping at it. Nipples stiff and throbbing, my moans grew louder with each passing moment. Weakly struggling, I tried to free my hands from his tight grasp. His hair brushed my moist nipples when he leaned forward to kiss along my creamy white throat. Whimpering under his strong body, my head tossed back and forth, my long fiery hair covering his shoulders as he leaned over me. He kissed along my chin before pressing his lips to mine forcing his tongue into my mouth in a conquering kiss of great passion. He drew my tongue into his mouth to gently suck on for a couple of moments, my firm breasts pressed tightly to his dark chest. Pressing my head back did nothing to save me till I finally surrendered to him to return his kiss with equal passion. His body pressed against mine in a way no man had ever held me. Horrified at my reaction to his kiss, I pushed against him trying to shove him away. His member was rubbing against my inner thighs to add to my fear. In my struggles, his manhood slipped between my thighs, my nether lips rubbing along its length. Gasping my eyes widened in horror at the feeling of his member probing my sex his amusement showing in his gray eyes.

“You want it,” he said with a knowing grin. For one heart stopping moment I almost nodded my head. What was happening to me?

“No… Please don’t do this,” I whimpered, pleading with my soft green eyes. With a smile, the Dark Elf rolled over holding onto my body so I ended up on top of him, his member sliding deeper into my sex. Frantically, I struggled to stand up fully aware his erection was very close to my maidenhood. “No! I won’t let you…” I tried to stand up but his hands bit into my hips to hold me on the tip of his member. He moved my hips in slow turns on him sighing softly in pleasure. Desperately, I struggled to stay above him, a pleasure beginning to weaken my resolve.

“Your breasts are beautiful when they move like that,” he said in a soft tone smiling up at me. My cheeks flushed hotly looking down at my swaying breasts for a moment before returning to the struggle of staying above his member.

“Use your hands to play with them,” the Dark Elf said, a soft smile touching his lips, “and maybe I’ll show leniency…” Looking down at him, my hands trembled as they rose up to my breasts. I held my breasts a moment trying to decide whether or not I should do it. He nodded in a friendly manner.

“Continue,” he said, with a twinkle in his firm eyes. “Enjoy yourself.” My mind reasoned that perhaps pleasing him would save me from his lust. At least that was the way of my thinking as my hands began to massage my breasts. I pulled on my nipples like he had making them move and sway for his amusement. Tears ran down my cheeks, my eyes closing to keep from looking into his commanding gaze. He had to feel the heating of my sex and the tiny bit of moisture from my hands on my own breasts. The Dark Elf reached up to trap my palms against my breasts as his hands felt me. Feeling the tip of his member rubbing against me, I battled to stay above him but I didn’t try to move off of him. He pushed me back to fall on the bed crawling atop me like a lusty sensuous animal. With a gasp, I lay under him, my hands against his chest. He chuckled down at me, his member rubbing against my white inner thighs.

“Such a soft, lovely treasure,” he said, his face close to mine. “I truly savor this…”

“M-My father…” I stammered, my eyes wide in fear and confusion in the wake of strange pleasure hitherto unknown to me.

“Has no idea how well taken you’re getting ready to be…”

“No!” I cried, struggling under him.

“Spread your silky thighs for me,” he said in a lusty voice. “I want your fiery sex.” There was a moment where I found myself wanting to obey him but it fell away when I felt his member against my sex.

“No! I won’t do it,” I hissed, my thighs pressed tightly together in a desperate manner. “I won’t!” The Dark Elf caught my soft ankles in a tight grip spreading my legs, my mound opened to him. The head of his member brushed my nether lips. Crying out, I recoiled from him as much as his strong grasp would allow. My legs struggled as his manhood found its way into my virginal passage making me freeze in horror. My watery green eyes looked up at him, tears running down my flushed cheeks.

“P-Please don’t do this,” I whispered. Smiling softly, he arched his hips slipping deeper and deeper into my tight passage. Trapped under him, his member found its way into my squirming body to press against the barrier of my maidenhood. Pulling on my ankles, he thrust his hips forward stripping me of my innocence in one swift move. I cried out as my virginity was taken from me. I lay under him crying softly, my face turned to the side so I wouldn’t have to look upon him. The Dark Elf slipped in further feeling my moist, tight sex wrapped around his member. He moved slowly rippling in and out relentlessly. A soft moan escaped my trembling lips as the pain began to fade. He continued to rock his hips, my body slowly adjusting to him. My body opened to his movement, the steady in and out starting to break in my woman’s passage. Dark skin shined in sweat, the Dark Elf kissed along my pale shoulders. Pleasure had begun to build in the pit of my stomach. Confused by the strange sensations of his touch, I leaned my head to the side to bare my creamy white neck to him. Smiling, he kissed along my sweaty neck, his lips and teeth gently attacking my flesh.

“S-Stop… Pl-Please,” I moaned, though somewhere deep inside I didn’t want him to stop.

“Such tasty landscape,” he said with a gentle chuckle. “The finest royal land I’ve taken yet…” Rage washed over me glaring up at his arrogant face. “Let’s investigate those mountains again…”

“You… monster…” I hissed, struggling under him a little. He leaned down to catch my nipple. My body shivered with more pleasure as his lips wrapped around my throbbing bud once more. My hips had begun to move with him falling into the ancient rhythms of coupling. He felt my legs drape around him.

“Oh yes,” he moaned, moving more intensely on me. “So warm…” Flushing with desire, I moved more firmly under him not sure what was happening to me but knowing I wanted him. He startled me by pulling out to get to his knees. He rolled me over to my belly then up to my hands and knees. Flushing hotly, I got to my hands and knees looking over my shoulder at him. Part of me wanted to struggle but I only looked at him awaiting his pleasure. His hands ran over my hips and buttocks cupping powerfully. Gasping, my eyes looked at him through a wave of my fiery hair. His soft smile took my breath away.

“Back into the saddle, my dear.”

“I-I don’t understand,” I gasped. With a light chuckle, he grasped my hips in a firm hold arching his long shaft into me, still wet from my body juice. My cry of surprise and pleasure echoed through the tent, his member filled me, once more penetrating my body. He moaned feeling my tightness once more around his member. Holding my hips, the Dark Elf rocked me back and forth on his shaft. The pleasure was like nothing I’d ever known. At first, I let him move me but in time I began to move on my own. Confusion warred with pleasure and desire as the feelings of erotic delight washed over me Dark Elfning any resistance.

“Oh yes,” he moaned, his hands holding tight to me. “You learn quickly…” My groans deepened with each of his thrusts, our bodies rocking together in a dance of desire. He began to move hard, the sound of our bodies slapping against one another making my cheeks flush. Hearing and feeling the wet sound between us, he grew more aroused. Shivers worked over my body, my moans loud and long with the incredible pleasure. My sex gripped tightly around his manhood. He grunted, pressing down on my body till I lay almost flat on my belly as he arched deeply inside me. He startled me by rolling once more. Gasping, I found myself above him once more. My eyes were full of confusion, as I didn’t know what he wanted at first. Smiling, he began moving his hips. I felt as though I were mounted on a horse. Groaning, I took up the rhythm he’d started moving my hips with his. His hands slipped up to claim my breasts as we sped up. My hips bucked on top of him, my hands holding his shoulders, sweat dripping down from my face. Pleasure built to heights I’d never imagined making me move on him with passion and need. I cried out as pleasure as sharp as pain flooded my body. He arched once more, his seed pumping deep into my body. My sex, tightly pulsing, milked his member for every drop. I sank down on top of the Dark Elf looking stunned from the experience. He ran his hands over my back and bottom smiling softly.

“Incredible,” he said in gentle tones. “Such passion…”

“I-I don’t understand,” I whispered, flushing with shame. My body pressed against his.

“I like my concubines to be spirited…”

“Concubine?” I growled, even as he smoothed my hair over my heaving shoulders. “I-I won’t serve you… I’d rather die…”

“I am not asking you,” he said, in a firm tone. I tried to pull away from him well aware of the sticky moisture between my thighs and a shadow of pleasure in the pit of my stomach. He just laughed holding me easily.

“You can object all you like,” he said, kissing my nose. “I own you now… for as long as I wish to have you.” He got up and pulled on a black loincloth. Catching a handful of my hair, the Dark Elf pulled me into the front of the tent.

“Macks,” the Dark Elf called. The human guard looked in with a smile of amusement at the look in my eyes. “Is it ready?”

“Yes, Thalion,” the man said. He and the other Dark Elf guard stepped into the tent. My arms went over my bare breasts as a hot flash of shame turned my face a bright red. Dragged from the tent, I struggled at the hands holding me. At the center of the large encampment were a large bonfire and a wooden rack. Thalion went to the fire to take a branding iron from the flames nodding his head in satisfaction.

“Bind her,” he said, watching as his men bound me to the rack. Fear ate at my heart knowing what was about to happen. I should’ve been fighting back but in my heart I knew I wanted this. I wanted to belong to him. Thalion came over to smile down at me. A slave girl came forward to wipe the sweat from my face, her hand taking mine in a firm grip.

“Don’t fear,” she whispered to me. “Master Thalion is very skilled with the branding iron…” My eyes went to her for a moment nodding a little. The Dark Elf took the iron from the fire looking at the white-hot tip over a moment before nodding his head in satisfaction. I didn’t recognize the mark, some sort of glyph. He moved to my left side. My head threw back as my scream ripped through the camp, the scent of burning flesh filling the air. Thalion handed the iron to one of his men then knelt down to cut me loose. He dragged me to my knees giving me a moment to orient myself before he let go. The slave girl held out a golden collar of dragon. The cold metal wrapped around my sweaty neck. I shivered a moment looking up at him with a soft nod of my head. The lock clicked loudly to the cheer of those around us.

“Your name is Alana,” he said. His hand came down to gently stroke my cheek a moment then he turned walking away. Somewhat shocked, I looked around as the men were breaking up. The slave girl smiled to reassure me.

“My name is Maira,” she said, helping me to my feet. “I’m first girl of this camp… I’ll be training you…” My eyes followed Thalion, who disappeared back into his tent. “Lets get your brand treated then I’ll explain to you what will be expected of you.” With little choice, I followed the slave girl. In my mind I couldn’t believe what was happening. What would my father think if he found out? I shuddered a little at the thought then put it from my mind. I had much to learn.

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