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As she rolled on the decking, legs splayed, churning her tongue lasciviously around his feet she had been overwhelmed with a sensation of submission and eager humiliation, revelling in how cheap and low she had become. With Grigori’s permission, fetish she had experienced her only orgasm of the voyage, crying out with wild abandon while strange men jeered at her in some foreign tongue. The memory prompted a secret smile as she lay curled like a cat at Dmitri’s feet on the floor of his private sitting room in the old convent. It was the first evening after their arrival. “So – you are quite satisfied that the clinic has everything you require” he rumbled. “Yes, Dmitri. There is better equipment than I had in my private practice, but I have spent the day re-labelling everything. I think it was all Turkish”? “Azeri. And Janika has learned enough to work with you”? “She seems very capable”. “Good, good”. Dmitri paused to take a long pull at his black cheroot, and soon a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke floated above his head. “You submit to the Order of Anna Darvulia. You understand that”? “Gladly and with all my body and soul. Until my work is finished” she replied looking aside coyly, to hide the fire in her eyes. “Until I choose to take you” he corrected, setting aside his cigar, and he brought his huge hands together with a startling clap. Exquisite Syrian classical music began playing softly, filling the room with a sweet and plaintive melody. On cue, three young women tripped lightly from the side door onto Hardcore the carpet before him and began a stately traditional dance. They were gloriously nude, their bodies decorated with rouge and kohl, silver jewellery and intricate patterns of henna along their slender limbs and lightly-muscled torsos. 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