Slaves of Love

Bahrd stared at her as if she might have found a way to cheat him; then he turned to the slavers. The original man who’d brought her and Bahrd to the wagon had left.

“Well? Where’s my money?”

“In good time.” The blond man wrapped a thin, black cord around her wrist. “We must take her statement next.”

“Her statement? And why do ye think she’ll tell the truth?”

“Because this device will tell us if she’s lying.” The blond slaver turned to Shena. “Have you ever had vaginal intercourse with a man?”

She dropped her gaze and shook her head.

“I need you to answer me out loud. Have you ever had vaginal intercourse with a man?”

“No.” The word barely came out audible from her tense, dry throat.

“Have you ever had anal intercourse with a man?”

“He’s askin’ if a man ever stuck his dick up yer ass,” Bahrd leered.

Her a

lready flaming cheeks flared hotter. “N-no.”

Good God, why would they ask such a thing?

“Have you ever had oral intercourse with a man?”

Her eyes widened, and she locked gazes with the indifferent gray eyes of her interrogator for a split second before shifting to stare at her hands. “No.”

“Why don’t you try that answer again?” Blond Hair said, voice matter-of-fact.

“He’s askin’ if you ever sucked a man’s prick,” Bahrd interjected. He leaned forward, his mud-brown gaze intense. “Have you?”

She remembered the feel of Keern’s rigid cock in her mouth, the way she had lovingly stroked it with her tongue.

“I ... But that’s not sex. I’m still a virgin.”

Bahrd’s hawk-eyes locked on her with keen interest.

“Yes or no,” Blond Hair asked.

She nodded.

“I need you to --”

“Yes,” she said out loud.

“With how many men?”

Her hands clenched around the arms of the chair. “One.”

“How many times?”

“Once. Only once.”

“So? What does this mean?” Bahrd demanded.

“Technically, it means she’s a level-two-B virgin.”