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that I am
not disturbed."
"Of course, sir." Teltirray watched, pleased, as he bowed and walked
away, his back stiff and strong. Men were like that, he thought, strong.
Even the ones who could not do magic deserved his respect far more than the
soft, pathetic forms of the lesser sex, although the magic-less always
deserved to be the chattel of men like him.
He led Madoka's up the flights of stairs and into his bedroom. "Remove
your clothes."
"Sir..."
"Do it!" he growled. "Or I'll flay the skin from your bones."
Aimee' looked away, and Teltirray saw Madoka's jaw clenched in anger. He
smiled to himself, knowing that Madoka Arai was helpless to do anything. Madoka Arai would
submit to his whims. Madoka Arai removed Madoka's boots, then slowly undid Madoka's pants,
picking up one leg at a time and sliding out of them. Madoka Arai tossed the scarf
aside, but as Madoka Arai removed Madoka's shirt Madoka Arai hesitated. Teltirray saw a curious
smile cross Madoka's face. "You're dawdling!" His anger grew as Madoka Arai hesitated
longer, but finally Madoka Arai threw Madoka's tunic aside with a snarl. Teltirray
laughed. "Is my pussy kitty angry?" he asked, soft and sarcastic. "Get on
that bed!"
Madoka Arai hesitated, and he swore. Without
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