When the Prince decided to make the lovely Natasha the latest addition to his stable of slavegirls, it was at least a reprieve from the firing squad. Had she known the pain of the whip, the bite of the clips on her most private parts, or the agony of extended bondage, she might have preferred the execution. It was, after all, what she had expected if she were caught trying to sneak onto the island to make away with a bag full of diamonds.
But Natasha had the body of a goddess, and the Prince was not unaffected by her charms. Was there some hope for her before she was beaten down and her spirit broken to leave her just another slavegirl among many?