Maidservants serve the young master

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Sophia was the head of the four maids, holding a high position in the manor. Even the head steward, Gule, had to defer to her.
Gule had always held a sense of awe towards this woman. She had been his chief examiner for promotion years ago, and his buttocks had been repeatedly beaten bloody and mangled by her whips and rattan canes. But now, he thought that without her strict discipline, he would never have achieved his current status.
This outwardly cold and stunning woman was actually extremely lewd in bed. He didn't even need to wash his face when performing oral sex on her; she was a prolific producer of vaginal fluids, her pink vulva constantly spraying out a strong, pungent odor of vaginal discharge.
At this moment, Gule seemed to smell a lewd scent emanating from her; her panties must be soaked. Her
voluptuous and slender, sexy body appeared exquisitely shapely under the tight silver soft armor, tempting the imagination.
Sophia shifted her hips, half-sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to press her upper body close to Fisty's heaving chest, and whispered, "Your Grace, I heard some news not long ago. Are you interested?"
"Oh, ah, what news, Sophia?" Fisty reached out and pulled Sophia's head, pressing her against her ample breasts.
Sophia licked her nipple with her tongue, saying, "Do you remember that stupid thief we encountered in the wilderness last year?"
"Yes, that... oh, that stupid guy who was planning to rob us?" Fisty groaned in response.
In her mind, a tall, imposing, fierce bandit with long, golden hair appeared. His appearance was extremely handsome, exuding a masculine aura. He was considered stupid because he dared to rob the court; in fact, he was very cunning, otherwise they would have caught him that time.
For such a physically attractive man, Fisty longed to see him naked, even having an impulse to tie him to a bed or a tree and rape him wantonly.
He looked like a ferocious beast, his hair and beard a tangled mess, exuding a wild allure.
For a woman filled with perverse lusts, this kind of man was a delicacy.
"Sophia, you damned little slut, why bring him up at a time like this?" Fisty said, somewhat annoyed.
"Because I just heard news of him, Master. We chased him for half a year, but to no avail. Several times we were about to capture him, but he cunningly escaped each time. Master, guess where he is now?" Sophia asked.
"He's definitely not in our manor. Has he really been captured?" Fisty suppressed her curiosity and asked.
"Last night he went to the palace with ill intentions, but he accidentally fell into a trap and was captured. The commander of the Purple Gold Phoenix Guard, Feng Qian, just sent someone to deliver the message to us."
"Is he still alive? Was he not executed?" Fisty suddenly sat up and kicked away the silver attendant who was kneeling between her legs.
The Grand Eunuch Gule quickly waved his hand, and the four silver attendants silently withdrew from the bed curtains, bowing their heads and kneeling to await orders.
"Sister Fengqian was once Master's trusted maid. She participated in the pursuit of that foolish thief, so she recognized him and knew of Master's interest in him. Therefore, she risked her life to speak to the Empress, saying that this man was a notorious thief who stole important treasures from our Duke's mansion, hoping that the Empress would give the Duke a chance to interrogate him."
Fisty couldn't help but smile. Sending this highly skilled guard to the Empress half a year ago seemed to be the right choice. She was indeed loyal. "Excellent, I'll go to the palace tomorrow morning."
Volume 1 City of Desire Chapter 3 The Empress
The Palace of Desire was the domain of royalty and nobility. Only imperial officials with the rank of earl or above were qualified to reside in this decadent place where desires were freely indulged. Without a title, even a first-rank official of the Empire could not live here.
The Palace of Desire was eighteen miles deep from north to south and about twenty miles wide from east to west. The imperial palace was at the northernmost end, backed by the precipitous Wangyue Peak.
It is surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides, with only a path leading to the summit on the south side. Unfortunately, this area became the royal garden, and all paths leading up the mountain were enclosed by the palace.
The back gate of the palace is a passageway specifically connecting to Wangyue Peak. Two walls, ten zhang high and five zhang thick, spread out like swallow wings, extending all the way to the foot of Wangyue Peak, with a total length of more than a li. It was these two walls that isolated Wangyue Peak from the world, making it a forbidden area.
Of course, the construction of these two walls took more than ten years, employing hundreds of thousands of laborers and costing a huge sum of money.
In the middle of the left and right walls, there is a gate about three zhang wide. Outside the gates is a military training ground, with a battalion stationed on each side, called the Left and Right Wangyue Battalions. Their main duty is to protect these two gates, and each battalion has three thousand soldiers.
Officials who come to Wangyue Palace with the Empress's edict usually use these two gates, not the gate of the inner palace.
The entrance to the peak is surrounded by steep cliffs, and at its narrowest point, it is only a dozen zhang wide. Crossing the half-li-long canyon leads to Wangyue Valley.
Here stands the magnificent Wangyue Palace. This was the legendary den of infatuation, the hiding place of emperors' mistresses throughout history. Now, the roles have reversed, and it has become the gathering place for Karin I's male favorites.
Another name circulates among the ministers: the Celestial Palace. Anyone wishing to see her must be completely naked in the front hall.
What embarrasses the ministers most is that they are always erect in front of the stunningly beautiful empress. Therefore, unless there is a major event, they generally do not disturb the empress, but if summoned by her, there is no escape.
Besides the eunuchs, the Wangyue Palace is staffed by the Purple-Gold Phoenix Guards, 360 of whom are the empress's protectors.
They are divided into six guard units: Purple, Red, Blue, Orchid, White, and Black. Each unit has sixty men, with one captain and three lieutenants.
Wangyue Palace has a hot spring pool, which has been renovated over the years into the Wangyue Pool. The Wangyue Pavilion has been built beside the pool, surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers, creating a design that evokes a sense of tranquility and peace.
Here also lies a chilling place: the 'Hall of Punishments'. It could be called the emperors' private torture chamber, where countless beautiful women have been brutally tortured to death. Now, it's a hell for their male favorites. The
Hall of Punishments has seventy-two male and female executioners, all carefully selected and trained experts in torture by the empire. The male executioners are chosen from among the palace eunuchs, undergoing specialized training for over three years. Their understanding of the human body is extremely profound.
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On the soft couch in the Moon-Gazing Pavilion, Karin I, draped in a sheer veil, is feigning sleep with her eyes closed.
To attain her current powerful position, she has paid an unimaginable price, but she has survived. Her gentle and kind nature has long been completely altered by the lewd and violent behavior of Druya VII.
His extreme and perverse lewdness has profoundly influenced Karin I's life. The virtue of womanhood only provides those wicked men with more excuses to ravage it. They love to see the lewd smiles on the faces of virtuous women, and they love to hear the wanton moans from the lips of chaste widows.
At a grand banquet within the royal family, Druya VII stripped Queen Kalinina naked, displaying her beauty and debauchery before the assembled clansmen. Under the fascinated gazes of hundreds of people, Kalinina's purity and dignity were utterly shattered.
But in that moment, a sudden stimulation caused her clitoris to tremble, and her vulva to overflow with lustful fluids. In that instant, she discovered that beneath her pure and chaste exterior lay an unparalleled, wanton nature.
Druya VII can be considered the progenitor of perversion; his various acts were highly praised by his clansmen, who took pride in emulating his perverse behavior. From then on, the city of desire was rife with lust.
The pristine white body was laid out on the table by the Seventh Prince, who grabbed handfuls of sweet cakes and stuffed them into Kalinina's genitals. He then ordered his princes, uncles, and brothers to taste them, thus making the honey cakes, a popular debauchery in the capital, the highest honor bestowed by the master upon his meritorious subjects.
He climbed naked onto the table, his large, hard penis thrusting into Kalinina's cake-filled orifice.
At subsequent lewd banquets, he made all the noble ladies and young women present lick the honey cakes from his penis.
Under his rule, there was no woman he couldn't have his way with; all the women in his clan over the age of fourteen were defiled by him.
Now, this despicable man was gone, and everything had vanished with the wind.
His licentious clan had also perished under Kalinina's butcher's knife; even the survivors had changed their names and fled to distant lands.
Feng Qian's voice roused the First Prince from his reverie.
"Your Majesty, Duke Fisty has arrived. Shall we summon her?"
Queen Karin I nodded slightly, then sat up, her bright eyes flashing with an all-encompassing brilliance.
Outside the Moon Gazing Pavilion, over twenty Purple-Gold Phoenix Guards patrolled back and forth. Their ice-silk, purple-gold armor made them appear like naked beauties painted with gold, their exquisitely beautiful faces revealing a chilling, ruthless expression.
The eunuchs scattered around dared not look these female warriors in the eye; they had witnessed their methods—killing people like slaughtering pigs.
Kneeling at the Empress's feet was Nite, the Grand Eunuch of the Inner Palace. Not yet thirty, exceptionally handsome, he had served Karin I since her reign as Empress. He was practically a mind reader, intimately familiar with his mistress's thoughts. He possessed a shrewd mind and masterful sexual skills. Most astonishingly, however, was his penis. Although a eunuch, it was extraordinary; even a normal man's erect penis couldn't match his flaccid form.
Druya VII had nicknamed him "Six Inches." He didn't need an erection; a little lubrication was enough for penetration. Anyone with a modicum of jealousy would have had his penis cut off, but Druya was different. On the Empress's twentieth birthday, he presented this rare eunuch as a gift, and that very night, she witnessed him penetrating Karinina. The soft, fleshy worm gave Karinina a completely new and intense sensation.
"Six Inch, did you go see that assassin who broke into the palace yesterday?" Karin asked softly, glancing at him.
Nite met her deep blue eyes and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty. He was as fierce as a lion. If he hadn't fallen into a trap, even Captain Feng Qian wouldn't have been confident of capturing him."
"There are plenty of lion-like men in the Empire, that's not surprising. I'm just curious why Fisty has a grudge against him; I've never heard her mention it before." A hint of doubt flashed across Karin I's face.
"Captain Feng Qian was once Duke Fisty's trusted maid. Judging from her expression, this person may have some special relationship with Fisty. Please forgive my bluntness, but this assassin is indeed extraordinary. He possesses the ferocity of a lion, yet hides a gentlemanly demeanor. Although he is locked in a cell, there is not a trace of fear on his face. He always exudes a powerful confidence. I had a conversation with him and found that his knowledge surpasses that of ordinary people, and his mind is sharp and quick-witted."
Listening to Nite's account, Karinina was moved. She knew Nite's personality very well. Don't be fooled by his docile and obedient demeanor in front of her; this descendant of a fallen nobleman is inherently proud, and retains an innate nobility in his bones.
However, Nite's greatest characteristic is his composure. He never envies those stronger than himself; in fact, he sees those stronger as goals to surpass. Therefore, in his continuous progress, his willpower is incredibly strong.
Very few people could receive such praise from Nite; his insight was exceptional, a fact that Karin I was well aware of.
"Was his purpose in entering the palace truly to assassinate me?" Karin I made a decision; she needed to confirm this further.
"After capturing him from the agency, no weapons were found on him. This servant assumed he was a thief."
"How interesting. I see. So, do you think he should be executed?"
"Your Majesty, this servant has discovered a talented individual. If we can recruit him, the future benefits will be unimaginable."
"Nite, fortunately, I know you very well, otherwise I would have thought you were pleading for him."
"Your Majesty is wise. This servant's heart is only with Your Majesty, without the slightest selfishness or worldly thought."
"Recruiting him is impossible. Didn't you see Fisty come to me asking for him?"
"Your Majesty, Duke Fisty is merely holding him for a while. If Your Majesty truly wants to use him, a single decree can transfer him to your service. I just don't know what his relationship with Duke Fisty is."
"These things are no longer important. Fisty's current power is not solely due to my cultivation; she possesses the ability herself. If this person is truly as Feng Qian described, then it's certain that Fisty has developed an interest in him."
"Your Majesty, do you know how our Chief of Punishments, Lady Kerbera, praised him?"
"Chief Kerbera has a profound understanding and knowledge of the male body. To be praised by her shows that this person possesses amazing talent."
Nite never doubted Karin I's keen intellect and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty, Kerbera's exact words were, 'My God, this is the most perfect penis I have ever seen in my life. It has amazing elasticity, like a magic wand, and the glans is enormous. Its urethra can fit my little finger.'"
"Oh, six inches? So he's stronger than you. Seven inches or eight inches?" Karinina suddenly laughed.
A strange expression appeared on Nite's face. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Your Majesty, when I saw him, I thought he was my brother. Although it was limp, it was no less impressive than mine, even thicker. Veins bulged on the surface of the penis, making it look fleshy and powerful, giving a shocking impression. I guessed it must be terrifying when erect, but I didn't see it."
"Nite, if I were to forcibly detain this thief, what do you think Duke Festy's expression would be?"
"Your Majesty is the supreme god of the empire. No matter how dissatisfied she is, she can only endure it."
"I have no doubt about that, but I don't think it's worth ruining the relationship between me and Duke Festy for a man. Alright, don't mention him again." A sacred solemnity shone on Karin I's peerless face. "
Your Majesty, this servant believes that detaining him for another day or two under the pretext of interrogation is not a problem, and Duke Festy will not object." Nite knew Karin I's temperament very well; the more resolute she appeared, the more interested he became.
"Six inches, shut up if you don't want me to beat your ass to a pulp." Karin I suddenly felt a surge of irritation.
Nite was startled; he hadn't seen the Empress's expression like this in years. It seemed he had spoken too much today.
Just then, Feng Qian led Duke Fisty from afar.
Volume One, City of Desire, Chapter Four: The Duke.
The vast torture chamber, supported by eight massive pillars, was filled with all sorts of grotesque instruments of torture. Seven or eight prisoners, all handsome men, were suspended or bound on racks. As the Empress's lovers, this was likely their final fate.
Keboya was receiving Sophia, a maid from Duke Fisty's household, in the hall. They were already quite familiar with each other.
Sophia had been ordered to take away the thief, whose fate had been decided in a recent meeting between the Duke and the Empress.
“Sophia, this is a truly remarkable fellow. If you could train him into a loyal slave, he would be perfect.”
“Chief Kerbera, making him a slave would be too good for him. He has taken our Duke’s most important family heirloom; whether he can even save his life is still uncertain. But what you said is absolutely true; he truly is an excellent sex slave.”
Sophia saw the foolish thief she hadn’t seen in over a year again. His hair and beard were long, but he had not a single pubic hair—a miracle indeed.
Zetton, strapped to the star-shaped rack, looked at Sophia with a nonchalant smile.
“Hey, beautiful, we meet again. Oh my god, you’ve become even more beautiful than before.”
Hearing Zetton’s words, Sophia didn’t react in any particular way; she had already experienced his style a year ago.
“Is that so? Brave Knight Zetton, how could you be so foolish as to walk right into a trap?” Sophia said with no small amount of sarcasm.
This man was more attractive than ever before, with a physique as strong as a lion, a handsome and rugged face, bright and lively eyes, dazzling white teeth, and an enormous penis that was engorged and erect between his legs.
“I’m erect, my beauty, and its performance is proof of your beauty. Oh, you are my goddess.”
“Mr. Jetton, are you trying to flatter me?” Sophia laughed merrily, stopping to his left and looking him up and down, a hint of admiration in her eyes. She reached behind him and patted his strong, hill-like buttocks, saying, “My dear fool, do you know how much our Duke hates you? Oh, your buttocks are so sexy. We’ve prepared whips, rattan canes, wooden paddles, and leather boards for you. What will you choose?”
Jetton’s smile froze, but quickly returned. “Sister Sophia, don’t scare me. If I become impotent, it’ll be your loss. I believe His Majesty the Duke will listen to my explanation.”
“Oh, such a thick thing, even if it can’t get erect, it can still satisfy my needs. But I must remind you, sweet talk might make you an excellent eunuch.” Sophia pinched his buttocks hard, ending the conversation.
The eunuch's testicles were to be cut off, so Jeton obediently shut his mouth and said nothing more.
"You two seem to be flirting, Sophia. Oh, he's quite a character. If he were born into nobility, he would surely charm every woman." Kerbera gazed seductively at Jeton, her eyes burning with lust.
Just last night, she had raped this man in the middle of the night. His penis was so exceptional that she had let it penetrate every hole in his body.
Kerbera, already thirty-one years old, was still as beautiful as a flower. She had once been a maid in the palace and was once greatly favored by King Druya VII. She possessed an innate sadistic nature, and many of Druya's cruel methods were taught to her by her. Therefore, she was bestowed the title of Chief of the Secret Cave Punishment Hall. Her hands were stained with blood, but almost no one actually died at her hands. She let them live, but it was more painful than death. Those who knew her true nature called her the witch of the city of desire.
Sophia smiled, walked to Kerbera's side, and lowered her voice, saying, "Chief Kerbera, if he really becomes a slave in our Duke's mansion, I'll get him for you to play with for a few days."
"Oh, Sophia, we've always been best sisters. If you need any help, just let me know."
"Yes, Sister Kerbera, we get along very well. We dream of learning many of your skills. Let me tell you a secret: our Duke is planning to establish a special Execution Palace in the Empire. This proposal has already been submitted to the council. If you're interested in becoming a member of the Execution Palace, the Duke will certainly entrust you with important responsibilities. However, how you leave here is up to you."
A look of longing flashed across Kerbera's face as she said, "Sophia, thank you for the news. I will definitely find a way. There are far too few subjects for me to experiment on here. An Execution Palace open to the public is my ideal home."
"Alright, Chief Kerbera, have someone put Jetton in the cage. I'm leaving."
"Okay, Sophia, let's kiss goodbye." The two women's lips quickly met.
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The cage was a small iron cage used for transporting prisoners, covered with a thick black cloth, and then placed on a carriage. This is how Zetton arrived at Duke Fisty's mansion.
When the black cloth was lifted, the blinding light made Zetton unable to open his eyes for a moment; he only managed to open them after his eyes adjusted.
It was a spacious courtyard, with almost naked eunuchs moving about everywhere. Female warriors in silver armor, their bodies voluptuous, carried Zetton out of the cage.
Waiting beside the cage was a strange rack, with four small wheels at the bottom. The front edge of the base was a two-foot-wide iron plate with three holes: a large one in the middle and two small holes on either side.
Two tracks held the iron plate in place, allowing the height to be adjusted as needed. This was a common rack for locking prisoners, but it was usually fixed, unlike this one which was wheeled and could be pulled away at will.
Zetton felt dejected at having fallen into the hands of a group of perverted women. Fisty was a very famous figure in the Empire, almost universally known, and in legend, she was a ruthless female demon.
The female warriors didn't react much to the naked Zetton, but his enormous penis still intrigued them.
They didn't stop what they were doing, and despite Zetton's struggles, he was forced to the floor of the movable rack.
The strength of the eight female warriors exceeded his expectations, and he had to submit to their delicate hands.
His legs, kneeling on the floor, were spread wide, and his knees were fastened into iron shackles on the floor. There were only four of these shackles, used to secure the prisoner's ankles at the knees.
The iron plate across the front edge consisted of two parts, essentially an iron yoke. Jaden's neck and wrists were pressed into the three semicircles of the lower part. Then the upper part descended, closing the plate into one. The circular holes were precisely sized to tightly bind his neck and wrists—not too tight, not too loose. A chain then locked his neck and hands together, eliminating any possibility of him pulling his hands out of the hole; his head could never escape.
As the plate slid to its lowest point, Jaden realized he was in an extremely indecent position.
Only women would adopt such an alluring pose when being violated. Worst of all, the plate could not only move up and down but also adjust forward and backward. As the female warriors lowered it to the bottom, they began to move it backward.
This caused Mr. Jaden's chest and abdomen to approach his thighs, while his buttocks protruded even more sharply.
They only stopped moving the shackles back when Zetton cried out. After securing them, one of the female warriors patted Zetton's buttocks, a satisfied expression on her face.
The next step was to control the swaying of his hips. A two-finger-wide iron buckle was adjusted by a female warrior and placed at the base of Zetton's penis, binding his testicles as well. Then, while adjusting the buckle, she stroked his penis with her hand, tightening the buckle as it became erect. When
she thought it was about right, his penis was already hard, and even after three hands gripped it, only half of the glans was visible.
A small ring at the back edge of the buckle connected to a chain, which was then threaded into an iron ring on the back edge of the base. With a little force, the female warrior tightened the chain, and Zetton couldn't help but scream, but the female warrior seemed not to hear him, simply securing the chain.
A moment later, the small torture cart was pulled into the magnificent inner palace hall.
Having just changed her clothes, Fisty sat high in the head seat, her beautiful, snow-white feet dangling in the air. Her gaze was fixed intently on Jeton in the execution cart.
Four maidservants stood on either side, while eight silver-armored warriors lined up in two rows by the palace gates.
The Grand Eunuch, Gule, knelt carefully at her left, while eight eunuchs knelt on the left, heads bowed.
Jeton's head was tilted back; he could have kept it tilted back, but his chin was held in place by an iron plate, preventing him from lowering it. This was the first time he had seen the renowned Duke Fisty of the empire so closely.
Although she was over thirty, there were no signs of age on her face.
Bright eyes, white teeth, and a fair complexion—her beauty was unparalleled, dazzling like the stars in the sky. A chilling aura emanated from her; one's life was in the hands of this woman.
Anyone who gains power becomes arrogant and disdainful of all living beings.
Jetton had a deep understanding of the twisted psychology of these imperial rulers. In their eyes, any act of defiance could provoke their murderous intent; obedience was the only option.
"Your Excellency, Duke, Jetton is a lawful citizen of the Empire. I don't know how I offended you. Treating a commoner like this violates the Empire's constitution. I beg you to give me a chance to explain," Jetton addressed Fisty.
"How dare you! The Duke hasn't even asked you yet, who gave you the right to speak first? Guards, teach him the rules of the Duke's mansion!" Sophia's sweet voice now sounded terrifying.
As soon as she finished speaking, two female warriors carrying leather paddles entered.
Without a word, they stood on either side of the execution cart, raising their hands and wielding the thick, two-foot-long paddles to whip Jetton's buttocks.
With a series of sharp lashes, Jetton let out a groan of dejection. He didn't want to play the hero; these perverted women just wanted to hear his screams. Let them hear it, though it certainly hurt.
"My lady, I was ignorant of the rules, please forgive me this time," Jetton pleaded, tears and snot streaming down
his face. Fisty waved her hand gently. There was still a long way to go in disciplining him. After the two female warriors stepped back, she said, "My dear thief, a year ago you tried to rob me. Wasn't that an offense?"
"My lady, I was just passing by, not robbing you. I thought you were as beautiful as an angel, and I just wanted an excuse to chat with you."
"Oh, is that so?" Fisty rose and stepped down from the platform, circling Jetton twice.
He was indeed a top-notch slave gigolo. Putting everything else aside, his uniquely large and magnificent penis alone was enough to make any woman's heart flutter.
"So you were planning to harass me back then?" Fisty slowly moved closer behind him, reaching out to stroke his reddened buttocks. Hmm, the muscles were very firm; no wonder the sound of the paddle hitting them was different.
"Your Excellency has wronged me! I only wanted to take this opportunity to demonstrate my strength and then pledge my allegiance to you, so that I could be valued by you. Your Highness, please believe me; God can bear witness."
"Your dishonesty has earned you fifty strokes of the paddle on your backside. Congratulations, my dear Jetton the Liar."
Fisty took two steps back and took the paddle from a female warrior.
"Your Excellency, please let me explain, Your Excellency, ah, ah!" Fisty answered him, waving the paddle.
The hall was filled with Jetton's screams, the sound of the paddle hitting flesh, and Fisty's cold laughter.
After dozens of strokes, Jetton no longer had the strength to beg for mercy, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Fisty breathed a sigh of relief. During the whipping, she had been staring intently at the penis between Jetton's legs. With each tremor, its color deepened; it was being pulled too tight. At this rate, the large penis would become useless.
"Sophia," Fisty called out, looking up at her.
Sophia quickly approached. "My lady, what are your orders?"
"Such an outstanding thing, I don't want it to be ruined before I even get to enjoy it." She handed the board to Sophia and turned to walk towards the platform. Sophia, of course, understood her meaning. She waved to a female warrior and pointed to the space between Jetton's legs.
The female warrior understood immediately and stepped forward to untie the restraints on Jetton's penis.
“Want to become my slave? My dear Jetton, you thief. But I’m afraid you’ll steal my things. What do you say?”
Looking at Fisty, who had returned to her seat, Jetton grinned. “M-my lord, please believe the honest man before you. Every word I’ve said comes from the bottom of my heart.”
“Your eyes tell me you’re playing games with me, but I’m happy to oblige. Sophia, Roland, Demi, Julian—the four of you will take turns training him from today onwards, teaching him what it takes to be a slave.”
The four maids knelt simultaneously to receive the order.

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