Sounds muy bien to me! I checked it out, and it doesn't look like it's available in English. I did find a teaser on it in the original Spanish:
pronto la sangre resbalará por tu cuerpo, mujer blanca, mientras tú te retuerces de dolor. Voy a pinchártelo todo, desde el cuello hasta los pies.
Irina notó que se mareaba, sólo de pensarlo.
—No... —musitó.
Thong deslizó su tridente por el estómago de la muchacha, por su vientre, por sus caderas, por sus muslos...
El arma seguía sin herir.
Sólo acariciaba e! cuerpo estremecido de la joven, acentuando su pánico y su angustia.
Irina fue incapaz de resistirlo y se desvaneció, do blando la cabeza sobre su pecho desnudo.
Thong soltó un taco, porque lo que menos deseaba es que la esclava se le desmayara, pues así no podía haber diversión.
—¡Despierta, estúpida! —barbotó, agarrándola del pelo.
Irina no se enteró.
Thong le soltó el cabello y rezongó:
—Está bien, esperaré. No tengo ninguna prisa.
Damn it Scotty! Activate the Universal Translator Device!
But Cap'n! The Syntactical Crystals are warped--it could come out as Pidgin English, or even Portuguese!
Just do it Scotty! Activate! Now!
Aye Cap'n!
soon blood will flow down your body, white woman, while you writhe in pain. I'm going to prick everything from your neck to your feet.
Irina noticed that he was dizzy, just thinking about it.
"No ..." he muttered.
Thong slipped his trident across the girl's stomach, down her belly, down her hips, down her thighs ...
The weapon was still unharmed.
I just stroked e! the young woman's shaken body, accentuating her panic and anguish.
Irina was unable to resist it and vanished, her head softly on his bare chest.
Thong dropped a heel, because what he least wanted was for the slave to pass out, since there could be no fun."Wake up, stupid!" He blurted out, grabbing her hair.
Irina did not know.
Thong let go of her hair and grumbled:
-It's okay, I will wait. I will not rush.