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Pilar's smalltalk lasted about a half-hour, during
which the "Demon
Eggs" between their legs (and inside their vaginas) engendered
orgasm, each. Astride the
Foxwood Horse, helpless in matching box-tie and ankle bonds of
conditioned hemp, linked
nipple-to-nipple by steel clamps separated by two-inch chains,
skins glistening with sweat, their conversation
more and more forced. It's not
that they were running out of things to discuss. They
Silence stretched for more than a minute, during which Pilar
sweat form on Hannah's brow... then drip down the side of the
tan, beautiful face. Hannah, in turn, was fascinated by
widow's peak, the V-shaped point in the Latina's raven hair at
her smooth, shining forehead... as well as her gorgeous
her perfect nose... her smiling lips.
"May I kiss you?" Pilar whispered, a shy blush (or, perhaps, a
arousal) coloring her cheeks.
Hannah answered with her lips and tongue but not with words. She
leaned forward and planted a savage
in the joist overhead went taut
and pulled back as they strained to stay together—but they
kiss went on and on. Their lips smacked and sucked and
rolled and probed.
Hannah's blond braids swayed and shook, and Pilar's tousled
both their sweat-slick faces. One of the eggs pulsed—and
ignored. A few seconds later, the other egg pulsed—and was
And the kiss went on and on.
Inside the Foxwood Maiden, Sydney gazed through the mask's glass
at her "Saxon" lover and their "Desert Nomad" guest. She
least bit jealous. In fact, she was amazed that Hannah had
long as she had. If she'd
been the one sharing the horse with Pilar—she'd have been
incredible face in five minutes flat!
Sydney shivered in her tight bonds and whined through her gag.
She couldn't help it. Her crotch rope slid against her
of its knots nudging against her clit. Damn
fumed. It wasn't enough. Even with the erotic
and Pilar swapping spit and tugging against their bonds—their
muscles clenching and their skin shining with sweat—it wasn't
enough. Damn you,
The Pleasure-Slave-on-Pleasure-Slave lip-lock action
became a kiss
punctuated by bouts of earlobe nibbling and face licking—but
was a marathon
Suddenly, the door to the chamber opened and the Dynamic
(Cody and Cricket) entered.
Hannah and Pilar didn't seem to notice. They were still
others faces with their tongues.
"Wow!" Cricket gasped, staring at the erotic tableau in
"Yeah!" Cody chuckled, an appreciative (evil) smile curling her
No kidding, Sydney
agreed. Drowish Magic (the chamber's hidden microphones
and the Maiden's mini-speakers) was
letting her eavesdrop on the elven-handlers as well as the
of the Horse.
The captives did stop
kissing when the elves untied Hannah's pulley-rope.
Hannah didn't complain (other than to grimace and gasp) when they released
nipples from the clamps and she was lifted from the horse; nor
offer resistance as a knotted
cleave-gag was tied in her mouth. Then, all three, Hannah
handlers, froze in place and stared at Pilar.
The Drowish Enchantment giving marching
the Evil Imp imprisoned in the egg tucked in Pilar's sex
computer program) chose this
moment to initiate a full-intensity, long-duration
session of vibratory pulses. Pilar writhed in her bonds,
oblivious to the
discomfort of her perch and the swaying clips still dangling
nipples. She panted through
her open mouth and her breasts heaved, and a wild, defiant smile
curled her lips as she stared back at Hannah and the
"What are you looking at?" she demanded. She lifted her
shook her head. Her long, raven curls
rippled and flowed in a tousled wave, but
several damp strands were still adhered to her shining
to gaze at the others as the Demon Egg
continued to buzz, and buzz, and she climaxed—yet again.
"Wow!" the elves gasped, both staring in awe. Hannah also
and stared, but whatever she might have had to say was absorbed
her gag. (The same could be said for Sydney, inside the
The Demon egg went still, and Pilar collapsed, like a
deflating balloon... a very happy, panting, and tired
offered no resistance as the elves removed
her from the horse, removed the nipple clamps, and restored her
On her own for the moment, Hannah watched this process with
resignation. She glanced at the
open door and the corridor beyond, but did not feel like initiating
she knew would be a short-lived and inevitably losing footrace
"I've got something to do for Her Ladyship," Cody said to
a noose around Pilar's head and handed the free end to her
"Clean them up and put them to bed for me, would you?"
Cricket had just given Hannah a hemp leash of her own. She
both ropes in her right glove and gave them a firm tug,
captives (unnecessarily) that Cricket the Tiny but Terrible
charge. "No prob. You need any help?"
Cody smiled and shook her head. "Nah, I'll only be a few
minutes. I'll catch up with you later, before the feast."
"Uh, okay," Cricket responded, then grinned at the
don't know the Elven word for 'mush', do you?" she asked Cody.
"The porridge... or the sled-dog command?" her fellow handler
Cricket flashed a dimpled smile. "I'll ask Connie next
time I see
her." She turned and started for the door. The leash
snapped taut, and the naked, bound, gagged, and semi-exhausted
followed her across the threshold.
Cody waited a few seconds... then walked to the door and pushed
closed. She then went to the horse and knelt behind its
She's turning off the laptop,
the far wall and open its lid, but could
hear nothing. The Wood-Elf then left Sydney's field of
but, a few seconds later, she heard the padlocks securing
the front of the Maiden being unlocked—the first, the second,
then the third.
There was a brief pause... and the front panels of the Maiden
took a deep breath, as deep a breath as the tight ropes of her
and her stringent gag would allow. The Foxwood Maiden was
adequately ventilated, technically, but it was more than a
inside its close interior. Sydney stared daggers at Cody, who,
together with her Traitorous Big Sister, had placed her in her
Cody smiled. "Oh, you're still here," she chuckled.
fumed. You should do
Still smiling (evilly), Cody began running her hands over
breasts and stomach, tracing the margins of her hemp bonds,
squeezing her bulging breasts, and teasing her pointing nipples.
Box-tied, her ankles and knees bound together, a Kikkou harness
rope embracing her body from shoulders to toes and binding her to the
interior of the Maiden, her hair knotted in a
topknot ponytail and also tied to the Maiden—all Sydney could do
shiver, squirm, and continue to glare.
Cody held up one of the nipple clamps she'd removed from the
of the Horse for Sydney's inspection... and her smile turned
even more evil.
Just get on with it,
fumed, as the clip approached her right nipple. You pointy-eared bitc—"MRFH!"
"Oh, sorry," Cody purred, and removed the clip. "I
very tip by mistake. That must have really stung." She
the clip, this time capturing the base of the nipple.
"There. I'm sure that feels much better."
then applied the second clip to Sydney's left nipple.
Sydney glowered at her Elven Tormentor. Yeah, feels wonderful—bitch!
"Did you enjoy the floor-show?" Cody asked. "I imagine
those two humping and getting humped by those eggs, like a pair
crazed bunnies, has left you feeling a
little... neglected." She reached behind her back and
cylindrical object from her belt. "Let me
help you with that."
Sydney's eyes popped wide. Cody was holding a Drowish
vibrator decorated with Dark Elf engraving and detailing.
"We'll let Cricket get a head start on cleaning up the Saxon and
and tucking them into bed," Cody purred, "then I'll take you up to the Bath and
tuck you in."
She thumbed the
and its egg-shaped head began to buzz and glow with
tendrils of Fey Fire. "In the meantime..."
clenched her eyes tightly closed and whined through her gag. She flinched—and
went perfectly rigid in
incredible bonds as Cody pressed the vibrating wand against her
rope-cleaved sex. Shit-list!
"Mrmmf!" Along with
"With you bound and gagged so tightly like that," Cody purred,
difficult to tell when you're
cumming... so... I'll err on the side of excess."
Sydney was beyond rational thought. Watching Hannah and
the horse had really primed her pump, and after only about a
came—and came again—and still
Finally, Cody relented.
Sydney panted through her gag. The clips dangling from her
nipples swayed, slightly, as her rope-framed breasts
eyes, and... focused on Cody's grinning face,
Cody released the left nipple clip—which caused Sydney to flinch—and then the
"There," she cooed. "Wasn't that nice?"
"Mrrfrmrff!" Sydney "cursed" through her gag, and continued to
are SO on my
shit-list! Both you AND
Cody clicked off the wand, then gave the business end a languid
her eyes locked with Sydney's. "Yes, that was nice, but
still too soon to untie you. Cricket needs more
clicked the wand back on. "So..."
I'll have to recruit the
decided. If I promise
not to torture her for a month or two, I'm sure she can come
up with an
Epic Revenge scenario... Maybe several.
pressing the buzzing wand against her now super-sensitive
"They say there's a little Drow on my mother's side of the
Cody the Wood-Elf purred, leaning close to Sydney's gagged,
grimacing face. "I guess that's why I enjoy torturing you
humans so much."
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rough toweling. The prisoners were now more-or-less clean,
hair was still a little damp. Hannah's blond locks
their Saxon Braids,
of course, and Pilar's long, black tresses were still a tousled
Cricket then led her charges to one of the guest rooms on the
floor. It was a Common Suite, with simple, rustic
no hanging tapestries or other decoration; however, its sole bed
unusually large. Three
long chains were attached to an iron ring embedded in the wall
the simple headboard. The captives stood passively and
their diminutive elf-handler lift one of the chains, fit the
collar attached to its far end around Pilar's
neck, and lock it closed.
A second collar was locked around Hannah's neck, then Cricket
to the bed. "Nap time," she giggled.
The prisoners exchanged a tired glance, sighed, and climbed onto
mattress. It was covered with coarse linen sheets, but the
was well-conditioned and was soft to the skin, almost like
In any case, at the moment, raw
have felt good to the captives. It was clear they both
a nap to be a very good
They climbed onto the bed, rolled onto their backs and
box-tied arms, and
stared up at Cricket.
The mischievous Wood-Elf smiled down at the captives.
eanie-meanie, or should I flip a coin?" The prisoners
through half-closed eyes. "No," she said, finally.
"Jillie-bean would want me to favor the guest." She
rolled Pilar onto her stomach and
untied her thumbs, hands, and wrists, as well as the key knots
anchoring the rest of her box-tie. "There, Brown Eyes,"
giggled, giving Pilar's right butt cheek a stinging slap. "You can handle
rest, and then you can handle the Saxon... however you
want. I do suggest
you try and get
at least some sleep,
however. Milady expects you to dance at tonight's
feast. Ciao!" She spun on her heel and literally
out the door; then turned, blew the prisoners on the bed a saucy
giggled, and pulled the door closed.
The key turned in the lock... and Pilar began dealing with the
ropes. Her arms were still pinned to her sides and it took
a little time to discover which hitches and loops would provide
slack, but eventually she sorted things out.
Hannah lay in her bonds and watched Pilar unwind the rope wound
her breasts, the last of her bonds, and then untie her gag.
Pilar stretched, gathered the rope and tossed it to the floor,
smiled at her bed-mate. "Well, Hannah..." She
again, and yawned. "Eyah!
began massaging Hannah's rope-bound breasts. "Yesss... it
feels very good."
Hannah shuddered and slowly writhed on the bed under Pilar's
sliding her feet and legs across the cool sheets. I wish I wasn't so tired,
sighed, and moaned through her gag.
"Lucky for you, my Saxon Beauty," Pilar purred, "I am not a
Villainess... like your girlfriend." She lifted her right
flipped Hannah onto her stomach, then settled back down and
untying Hannah's bonds.
Thank god, Hannah
not that the prospect of Pilar de la Calva having her way with
helpless body was even remotely undesirable; but Hannah
preferred to be
awake and able to appreciate the experience when she was being
by ravishing Desert Nomad Dancers.
Pilar untied all the ropes she could, with Hannah on her
untied her fellow slave's gag and gently rolled her onto her
Hannah pulled the loose gag from her mouth, then smiled up
at the grinning Latina as Pilar untied her breasts.
incredibly beautiful," she sighed.
"Even with my hair a snarled mess and covered with rope-marks?"
"Especially with your
snarled mess and covered with rope-marks," Hannah purred.
"You are also incredible,
Pilar whispered, and leaned forward with her hands on either
of Hannah's shoulders. "—with your hair in braids and
They kissed, and while it was
Finally, their lips parted, and after carefully arranging their
neck chains to either side, they lay together.
"I hope you aren't offended if I take a nap?" Hannah asked,
"As opposed to...?"
Hannah smiled. "As opposed to boinking you senseless, of
Pilar yawned and stretched, again. "The senseless part
Still smiling, Hannah snuggled close, rested her head on Pilar's
shoulder, and closed her eyes. Pilar snuggled close, as
both captives lifted their heads and focused on the door.
was rattling in the lock.
The door opened and Cody entered, with something balanced on her
shoulder. Whatever it was—no, whoever it was—was wrapped in a linen sheet
bound with rope.
"Feet out, ankles together, on your
stomachs, and hands on your heads," the elf-handler ordered.
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on the bed complied, rolling onto their stomachs, pointing
their feet, and interlacing their fingers atop their
lay side-by-side with their heads turned to face Cody, and
as best they could, as Cody deposited her wrapped,
roped, and slightly squirming burden on the floor beside the
"Eyes closed and faces flat on the bed!" Cody growled.
Hannah and Pilar faced each other, smiled, and followed the
Elf's orders. They heard rope slithering and a chain
was a click, and then the sound of boots tapping away. The
closed and locked.
A few seconds passed... during which the captives on the bed
the chain continue to rattle.
"You think we can move now?" Pilar asked.
"What can they do?" Hannah responded. "Enslave us?"
"Let's take the chance," Pilar chuckled.
The prisoners rolled to the side of the bed... and discovered
wrapped and roped bundle writhing on the floor. Cody had untied the head end of
bundle. They could tell it was the head from the tangle of
copper-red curls emerging from that portion of the now loosely
"What did Alice do to deserve all this?" Pilar asked.
"Damn if I know," Hannah answered, shaking her head (and
rattling her chain).
"As far as I
know, nobody's pissed off with
her—not Jillian, not Syd, not anybody—no more than usual,
"Well... let's see what we can do," Pilar sighed.
"Yeah," Hannah agreed.
The captives climbed off the bed and began
untying the rest of the ropes. They then began unwinding
sheet, and found—
"Sydney!" Hannah gasped.
It was, indeed, Sydney, and not Alice. She was nude, and
bound with hemp rope—a lot of
and chain was locked around her
throat. Her blue-green eyes gazed up at Hannah through a
"Oh, Sydney," Hannah sighed, and began untying the gag.
Pilar busied herself by beginning what would be the long and
process of untying Sydney's toes-to-shoulders Kikkou harness,
knee, and box-tie bonds.
Meanwhile, Hannah had untied the over-the-mouth gag, the
underlying cleave-gag, and was slowly pulling the quite
crammed in her girlfriend's mouth.
Tears streamed from Sydney's eyes, and she quietly sobbed as she
her jaw, licked her lips, and stared up at Hannah as she gently
wiped her wet, flushed cheeks.
"What did Cody do to you?" Hannah demanded.
"I love you," Sydney sobbed.
Hannah's eyes widened. "Huh? Uh... I love you too,
"No!" Sydney interrupted. "I love you!"
Hannah blushed. "Uh... okay, sweetie, but..."
Pilar rolled her eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake! Kiss her, you idiot."
Hannah smiled, sheepishly. "Oh, yeah..." She locked eyes
Sydney, took her head in her hands, and followed Pilar's
Pilar smiled and continued untying the multitude of ropes still
and hitched around Sydney's nude, freckled body.
accomplished her task. This did require the momentary
interruption of Hannah and Sydney's Kayley-Kiss as she rolled
Sydney onto her side and attacked the knots behind the redhead's
but the lovers hardly seemed to notice.
Finally, the last of the ropes were tossed aside.
Pilar sat on the bed and watched Hannah and Sydney writhe on the
floor, their bodies pressed together, their hands sliding over
others skin, and, of course, their faces together as they
kiss. "Might I suggest that the
bed would be a little more comfortable?" Pilar purred.
The embracing lovers turned and smiled at the grinning Latina,
exchanged a significant look. "Get her!" Hannah shouted,
scrambled to their feet and lunged
"Eeek!" Pilar shrieked as she was pushed back onto the rumpled
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was entertaining Lady Carleton on the top deck of the Paramount
Tower. The Earl was still on his hike, somewhere in the
below, with Scholar Constance as his guide. The elegantly
noblewomen watched a hawk riding the thermals rising off the
Mount Foxwood, and sipped sherry from tiny, stemmed glasses.
"Ashley," Jillian said, "in case he hasn't told you, Mitch is
to the 21st Century tomorrow. As you've got two more days
a decision to make."
Ashley smiled. "Remain the Earl's wife, or become Ashley
"Exactly," Jillian confirmed. "Of course, variations are
possible. The Captive Mercenary could be
dragged from the dungeons to entertain the Evil Earl of Gort
and Lady Carleton could reappear in the morning. Whatever
Ashley nodded. "Hmm... I think Lady Carleton will
to be your guest. Since I know nothing about the captured
Trollop my husband has purchased, she can remain chained in your
oubliette, or wherever you've put her."
Jillian smiled. "Had your fill of being a Bottom for this
Ashley smiled back. "Yes, and probably for many trips to
Jillian sipped her sherry. "Well, be advised the Earl also
purchased my Nomad
Dancer as a gift for Your Ladyship. So, after you return
Castle you'll be able to play
with her whenever you like." She refilled their glasses
decanter. "However, Foxwood has other diversions available. There's
that Saxon you're
considering purchasing to train as your personal
You could continue
your evaluation of her suitability. My little red-haired
drudge-thrall is also available. In addition, last night I
captured the notorious barbarian bandit known as Red Sonja."
Ashley frowned. "Red—" Her eyes popped wide. Sydney? She's offering me
Sydney? A thrill rippled up her spine.
fellow Top was a delicious prospect. "Oh, I see."
sipped her sherry and gazed at the horizon.
"More than enough diversion for
Ashley nodded (and the thrill
Jillian nodded, then focused on the deck's stairwell.
trudging into view, burdened by a tray laden with various
medieval hors d'oeurves and
Alice, the "little red-haired drudge-thrall" Jillian had just
wearing a tattered, sleeveless frock of rough-spun burlap with a
hemp belt knotted around her tiny waist. Her iron thrall's
locked around her neck, of course, and her
copper-red hair was plaited in a ponytail braid that trailed
back. Her feet were bare. She padded to the table,
tray on the table between the two noblewomen, then took a step
crossed her wrists behind her back, and gazed submissively at
"Please," Jillian said, smiling at Ashley and indicating the
an elegant hand gesture.
Ashley selected a stuffed olive from a small tray and popped it
mouth, but mainly, her eyes were on Alice. Once again, the
diminutive thrall was
dirty. She was cleaner than she'd been yesterday, but her
freckled arms, legs, and pixie face were smudged
Jillian's smile turned evil and she nodded towards Alice.
never told you about my Royal Cousin, have I?" she asked.
Ashley frowned. "'Royal Cousin'? I assumed she was
"Oh no," Jillian chuckled. "Strip!" she barked. The
was for Alice, of course.
Alice untied her rope belt, then tossed it to Jillian when she
out her hand. She then pulled her shift over her head,
and neatly folded it, and dropped it to the floor. Her
with the narrow burlap cloth tied through her crotch and around
waist as a loincloth.
"Gag yourself, as you've been taught," Jillian purred.
Alice tied a loose overhand knot in the loincloth, took it in
mouth, cinched the ends behind her neck and under her ponytail,
it tight, and tied a
square-knot. Her bare feet about two
feet apart, she interlaced her fingers and placed her hands atop
head. Her green eyes still submissively gazed at the deck,
and her smudged, freckled cheeks bulged above the tight gag.
Lady Foxwood rose from the table, stepped behind the thrall, and
the rope belt to bind her wrists behind her back. She
the end of the rope through the staple in the back of her
collar, pulled out the slack until Alice's crossed wrists were
in a reverse-prayer hammerlock, and tied it off with an elegant
then grabbed the end of Alice's braid and dragged her to Ashley.
"Allow me," Jillian purred, and positioned Alice on her stomach
velvet-covered lap. She then lifted her fellow
hand, smiled and gave it a delicate kiss, then placed it, palm
thrall's firm, smooth rump. "She's been trained not to cum
given explicit permission," she announced, and returned to her
Ashley smiled and slowly slid her palm over both
"You were saying... about her story, I mean."
Jillian had selected a toasted canapé from a plate and popped it
in her mouth. She held up an index finger, while she
swallowed. "Mistress Kayley is truly a maîtresse de cuisine."
"Indeed," Ashley agreed, sliding her middle finger between
butt-cheeks and caressing her labia.
Alice shivered and moaned through her gag.
"A few months ago," Lady Foxwood said, "Princess Alice
the Royal Castle. I understand Her Majesty's court is in
dither, even now. Royal Agents and the Household Guard are
countryside, looking for her."
Ashley's smile broadened. "No!" she gasped.
Jillian nodded, then winked. "I paid a pair of Drow
right out of the Royal Gardens."
Jillian chuckled. "The Green Witch of the Dell supplied
required charms and amulets. The guards—the entire
nothing and heard nothing. The Princess wasn't even missed
Ashley shook her head. "Amazing."
"You see," Jillian continued, "my Dear Cousin, the Queen, had
considering revising the
provisions and obligations of various Royal Grants, Charters,
Jillian explained, "including the Barony of Foxwood. Now,
Majesty and her Privy Council are somewhat...
selected another canapé. "But... you know... there's
danger that Princess Alice might be rescued from my dungeons."
"Hmm..." Ashley continued caressing Alice's sex.
would be quite an adventure."
"Yes," Jillian agreed, "but it would take an unusually brave and
capable Amazon Warrior to attempt such a deed, don't you
Anything could happen. The Princess' rescuer might be
herself. And then, after being thoroughly interrogated, she might
escape and complete her mission."
"In the best swashbuckling tradition," Ashley chuckled.
"Of course," Jillian agreed. "Connie's still fleshing out
scenarios," she added.
"'Fleshing out scenarios'," Ashley purred, tickling Alice's
with the tip of her finger. Alice wiggled her butt and
through her gag—then yelped when
permission to cum, Princess," she said, then resumed caressing
little redhead's labia.
Jillian watched Ashley tease her young cousin. She
stuffed grape leaf and took a delicate bite. "My
return to the kitchen in about an hour, to prepare for the
in the meantime, please...
Ashley smiled, gave Alice's butt another slap, then resumed
the Royal labia. "You are a gracious hostess," she purred.
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suite, on the bed...
Pilar giggled and writhed on the tangled sheets. "Nooo! Hee-hee-hee!
around her struggling limbs, and they were alternating between
tickling her ribs, armpits, and thighs, and twiddling her
More precisely, one would concentrate on tickling the helpless
while the other would tease and caress her pussy, and then they
"We really should let her rest," Hannah said. "If she's
tired to dance tonight, Jillian will be really ticked off."
"Like I give a rat's ass?"
"Seriously," Hannah said, giving Sydney a significant look.
"Okay, okay," Sydney growled, "but get some of that rope.
Sonja doesn't trust these Desert Nomad tramps."
Pilar gasped in outrage. "Who are you calling a tramp, you
Sydney did stop tickling the pouting beauty, but she held
together in front as Hannah tied her crossed wrists
"Wrap a little rope around had her arms and upper body," Sydney
ordered, "so she can't get at the knots with her teeth.
"Don't worry," Hannah whispered to the grinning Pilar, as she
and cinched the rope. "I won't make it too tight."
"Thank you, Hannah," Pilar purred.
Sydney was busy binding Pilar's ankles. She made no
remarks (but she didn't make the ropes especially tight,
The task of rendering Desert Nomad treachery a moot possibility
complete, Sydney crawled up the bed and lay between Hannah and
Pilar. "Get some sleep," she ordered, glaring at the
Pilar, then turned
to Hannah. "And as for you, Saxon..."
Hannah sighed. "I'll get some more rope," she huffed.
"No," Sydney said. Her usually stern face had changed, had
softer. "I love you, Hannah," she whispered, and embraced
"Sydney!" Hannah gasped. This was a surprise. Syd
being... nice. "What's the matter? What's with you?"
"Nothing," Sydney answered in a whisper. "I'll tell you
just... I love you."
Hannah was still a little confused. "I love you too, Syd,
Pilar smiled. Sydney was kissing her girlfriend,
rolled onto her side, turning her back to the lip-locked lovers,
closed her eyes. I just
they don't roll around too much, she
thought, and in less than a minute, she was asleep.
Hannah and Sydney lasted for a few minutes more, then they too
asleep, their bodies still snuggled together in a
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