Chapter Eight
“Power is pleasure; and pleasure sweetens pain.”
- William Hazlitt
Sabrina
Alcina needed to look like a good slave, no trouble to anybody, and fortunately she was extremely horny. She made sure she only reflected her s****l appetite to Lizandra, taking her arm and brushing up against her, trying to communicate some of the erotic tension and desire she felt. Alcina tried to follow the twists and turns of the strange castle (I need bread crumbs like Hansel & Gretel, she thought), until they ended in a small darkened stone chamber with a large one-way mirror overlooking another one of the castle’s immense playrooms. Speakers let them listen to the action.
Inside the room, she saw Archer, naked, shackled, very erect. Four girls were attending to him, with the same sort of ag
