Welcome back everyone!
An explanation I should have made last time - anal sex isn't "safe" sex. Sperm anywhere near the vagina is dangerous in a fertile woman, assuming you don't want her to get pregnant. Obviously there is less chance the little spermies will swim to the right place, but there is a chance. That's the point I was making several chapters back.
Many thanks to Steve150177 for his work proofreading! I appreciate the time and energy he puts into this.
Comments are always welcome - I'm always trying to improve. You know who you are ease drop/ eavesdrop - good point! Let me know what you thing good or bad.
Enjoy! DW
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We walked through the courtyard and a mild breeze blew through. It wasn't too warm and it wasn't too cold. I thought of Hannah and what she had said. This was the perfect place to live. The women had chosen wisely for the men.
Other men came and greeted Damien and his Brothers. They commented right away on how different I looked. Had it not been for the distinctive tattoo on my leg, they would not have known which slave I was.
"It is not well, Damien," a man's voice commented.
"Thin and ill-cared for," Damien said flippantly, "but we have used it and it is still superior in its purpose."
I blushed fiercely at that. It was the first time I'd ever heard them talk to other men about sex with me. They obviously did, but I had been lucky not to have to hear it before now.
The last comment seemed to settle the debate. A slave that was superior in it's purpose would certainly be worth fixing. Sex was all that ever really mattered, I thought rolling my eyes.
I thought we were going home, but the men walked toward the bathhouse. Damien stretched and said a soak would feel good. After the morning searching for the shopkeeper and the long ride here the men wanted to relax. I had forgotten how much they liked to go to bathe in that large warm pool with their friends.
The men undressed themselves and removed my sparse ornamentation at their alcove in the wall. I grinned at the familiar setting. We walked toward the pool and were nearly there when a scream split the air.
I looked up to see Rose hurtling toward me. The tiny woman sidestepped around Damien and flung herself at me. She threw her arms around my neck and held me so tight I could barely breath. Unlike her usual demure manner she was trembling and crying.
As Rose cried in my arms I held her tight. All of us that were slaves had lost so much. We only had our friendships and I knew Rose clung to hers. In that instant I realized what she must have thought when I disappeared and never returned.
"It's okay," I whispered to her. "Relax, Rose, I promise everything will be all right."
My stalwart friend that never seemed rattled by anything couldn't stop shaking and sobbing. Luckily what she was saying was partially in
English
and broken by sobs. Otherwise the men in the bathhouse might have understood she was asking about my baby.
I shushed her and stroked her back. "Not now," I kept whispering in her ear. "Everything is all right. I promise, just not now."
Basin arrived behind Rose and tried to remove her. Rose held me tighter and wept louder when he tried to pull her away. Basin seemed conflicted on what to do. Rose's reaction was gaining a large and unwanted audience.
"Perhaps," Damien said, "we could take them to your alcove."
With Basin's permission, Damien scooped Rose and me up. She pressed into me and didn't let go of my neck. We were laid on the cushions in Basin's alcove. I sat up with Rose curled into my lap still sobbing against my neck.
It felt strange making skin to skin contact with another naked woman while the men watched. I prayed the men here didn't have the fantasies men on Earth had. By the look on Damien's face this was not erotic, but concerning. That made me feel better.
"We have calming creams in our rooms," Evan said quietly to Basin.
"As do we," Basin said. "After this slave disappeared ours was inconsolable. Our sweet Rose was devastated. It was as if a bond was broken. We were not sure how to explain that its friend had been found...We did not know you would return this eve..."
The men were at a loss.
"Rose," I whispered softly, "you must stop this. All is well, I promise."
"The bab-" she started to say and I cut her off with a finger over her lips.
"
Strong and free
," I told her in
English
.
"Ciara," Damien warned, "speak the language we gave you."
"Yes, Master Damien," I said softly looking up at him.
He didn't look angry. Damien just continued to look confused and concerned.
"I missed you so badly," Rose sobbed against my neck. "I was so worried about you and the...I was so worried. You never came back and then the men that kept you were taken...It has been a long time since I have had such a good friend," she sobbed. The heartbreaking crying was almost uncontrollable when she spoke again. "I feared someone had killed you," she finally said her voice breaking. "There was no one to look for you. Men would kill us for sport, we have no value..."
Basin knelt beside us. His strong hands came down to smooth the hair away from Rose's face.
"Stop this," he ordered softly. "You have value to us. We will not see you killed or harmed. You know we looked for your friend. I have told you many times this slave had never been found. This behavior is not acceptable."
"Yes, Master Basin," she said in a dull defeated voice, "as you wish."
I had never heard Rose sound like that.
"Rose, stop it," I said firmly. "Your Masters will care for you. He promised you. They never break their promises, you know that. I was very far away...I got very far away. Please, all is well. You cannot be this way. Smile and say you are glad to see me, but don't do this."
I pulled away and looked at her. Rose looked awful. She had circles under her eyes and her face was drawn and tired.
"We are just slaves, Ciara," she said quietly.
"Yes," I answered her, "slaves that are fed and cared for meticulously. Slaves that are promised protection and actually given it. Stop acting this way, it serves no purpose."
Rose blinked and looked at me. I heard the men move away from us and looked to see them in a tight grouping outside the alcove talking. Looking back at Rose she was finally smiling.
"You're right," she said taking a shaky breath. "I lost perspective...."
We sat looking at one another and she slipped off my lap to sit beside me. The men were still huddled and talking. Rose looked back at me.
"The...other one I worried about?" she questioned vaguely.
"Strong and free," I repeated and Rose looked confused.
"It is how it is done here," I said trying to stay vague. "Tomorrow at the Keeper's..."
"Yes," Rose said nodding, "that would be better."
Rose and I sat together holding hands while the men talked. Once they were done her owners came to take her away. I heard her
kissing
the man that picked her up and apologizing between kisses.
"Ciara," Damien called motioning for me.
We walked into the pool and I started to soap Damien. I carefully washed away the dirt accumulated from the long day. Once he was clean I massaged his back and shoulders, because he had said he wanted to relax.
The muscles under my hands were tense balls. Using the heel of my hand I pushed them out. Along Damien's spine I used my thumbs in small circular movements to loosen the tension there.
"Why do you do that?" he asked.
"I thought you liked it, Da...Master Damien."
My hands continued to seek out tight muscles and rub them for a few moments. Damien didn't say anything else. He just unwound under my hands.
Once Damien seemed relaxed, I moved behind Evan. I washed his long hair gently. Eventually, I ended up sitting on a bench with his head in my lap. My fingers rubbed at his scalp and I braided his hair into all sorts of designs before returning it to it's usual state. He looked like he had gone to sleep as I played.
Once the men were relaxed to their satisfaction we moved upstairs. They had their old rooms back, I noticed right away. The men seemed to like consistency, so I was sure that made them happy.
Walking into the familiar set up I touched the knitted blue blanket they had laying over one chair. I had made this blanket for Hannah, but it had been too big for her to take. In my rush to pack them, I didn't even remember taking it.
"You told my Brother she is doing well," Damien stated from right behind me.
"Yes," I said smiling picking up the blanket.
I pressed the fabric to my nose and the slight scent of her still clung to it. Part of me wanted to lock this blanket far away, so the smell would stay. That wouldn't work, though. There was no place to put it that Hannah's scent would remain.