By Bolgerjc
“You are all a mess so we will start with cleaning you up,” Bartok motioned for them to enter a large stone building with steam coming out of it. “I don’t want those flea ridden rags in my bath house so throw them in the fire where they belong.”
Samantha almost argued but there she could see the man gripping the whip tightly, his eyes were searching for any sign of debate with his order. The guards walking the walls had stopped their movement and were all watching the new slaves, for the joy of their naked flesh or to back up the ruler of this place she wasn’t sure but no victory but a moral one was going to be won by starting a fight so she started to remove her clothing without a word.
She could see a woman next to him, a petite blond, was on the verge of breaking down in tears and was making no effort to obey the command so Samantha took hold of her and whispered some words of comfort to her though she wasn’t sure if she believed the words. She pulled the top of the dress off the woman revealing a pair of small, and firm breasts drawing some whistling and hooting from the watching men. She could feel the woman heat up in embarrassment, turning bright red.
“Listen,” Samantha whispered sternly. “Bartok is looking to make an example of someone, don’t give him the satisfaction of showing you are afraid or embarrassed even if you are afraid. All of us are afraid but I will do my best to save all of us.”
The girl nodded, “Thank you, my name is Lily.”
“My name is Samantha, hurry inside he is beginning to look impatient,” Samantha responded.
The paladin stripped her remaining clothing, feeling the stares of the men nearly burning a hole through her body. She started to follow after the others but the whip of the slave trainer came to a rest against her throat holding her from continuing forward. Samantha turned her eyes, unsure if she had permission to move, to gaze a Bartok, questioning him what he wanted.
“It was a good thing you did for that girl back there,” Bartok explained. “I don’t know if you are smart and realize getting with the program is the smartest thing or if you are stupid and plotting a long-term escape plan. I think you are stupid, you have that look about you.”
His hand reached out and squeezed her breasts hard causing a mixture of pleasure and pain. Cheers came from the voyeurs on the walls but she refused to cry out in pain. There was no winning this situation so she endured until he released her.
“Yeah, definitely stupid,” Bartok smiled. “I can see the defiance in your eyes but you don’t need to worry pretty lady, I will make you smart. I have a long career of correcting the stupid thinking of women and making them more intelligent. Now, get inside and wash up.”
Gladly moving away from the man felt great to young blond as she entered the bath house. She was worried about the attention she was going to get from the man but there was nothing she could do about that. His suspicion had already been raised by the slaver and her body was not one that most men would ignore.
Sweet aromas filled the air as the woman used soaps to wash their bodies. Six women besides herself massaged their bodies clean taking a few moments of relief from the fact that they were slaves. All of these naked women were a fantasy to the dreams of most men but to her frustration, they held little interest to her in her new form. Deciding to not dwell on it so she got started washing.
Hot water and soap felt wonderful on her body after so many days of hard traveling. She managed to stifle a moan as she caressed her large breasts but just barely. This was her first time getting a good look and feel for her body. She had promised to be chaste until she was married but did the vow to not take advantage of a woman still apply when the woman was herself? Samantha wanted to go further with the pleasures of this body but she was cautious with all of these other people around. She didn’t want them to think that she was some sort of lust filled sex fiend. The paladin needed to convince the others that she was in control of herself so they would trust her with their fates when the time came. Trust needed to be earned quickly because she didn’t know when the chance for freedom would come.
“Come out ladies and learn your fates,” Bartok called to them. “Your future careers are at hand.”
