Caralissa felt the blood drain from her face. The man was threatening his brother, warning her that if she did not cooperate, Varik himself might be eliminated. Was there no limit to Senelek’s ambition, to his outrageous evil?
‘Varik will never be beaten by you,’ she declared, retracting her face as far from his imperiously outthrust crotch as possible, given her kneeling position. ‘You are not his equal, and that is why you hate him so much.’
Senelek’s eyes glowed a little more hotly. ‘Perhaps I am his equal,’ he crooned suggestively, his hands thick in her hair. ‘In at least one area…’
Queen Caralissa has hair of red and nerves of steel, but when a powerful enemy captures her, she soon learns what it is to submit. The barbarian warlord Varik makes Caralissa his slave, and to her horror she finds herself yielding to his training, becoming his obedient pet.
Ransomed by her people, Caralissa thinks the worst is over, but she soon learns that her sister Romila, and Romila’s lover, Telos, have conspired against her. A mockery of a trial takes place, resulting in Caralissa becoming a slave in her own castle, but intrigues continue and soon Romila finds herself chained beside her sister by the treacherous Telos. As the new king, Telos decides to sell both girls to a brothel after making thorough use of their captive bodies.
Meanwhile Varik is trying to track down his former slave. Will Caralissa be rescued from her fate as a pleasure slave, and if so, will she ever be anything but a submissive female who craves the lash?