You look around and see some familiar faces from your village, but most you don't recognise. Girls and young women - the older ones dressed in revealing grey silk, the youngest in white. Your dress is red. The tight mass of young bodies is being ushered through a dark corridor towards two large doors. A voice yells and all the girls stop.
"When you enter, keep your eyes low. Get into lines and await instruction. When ordered you will drop to your hands and knees. Good luck."
You cant see who spoke it but it was a voice not to be ignored.
The doors begin to open and you are blinded by light. Whips cracking, the bodies begin to move and before long you find yourself in a line. A girl in white cries next to you and a woman in grey holds her head high in defiance.
A woman in a gold dress appears and walks along each line, placing a flower in the hands of several girls in white who are ushered away. The rest of the girls in white are hauled to a door at the back of the hall you are in. Now only grey and red fill the room. A door opens and a clatter of metal on metal sounds. The guards around the room drop to their knees as a figure enters.
You can hear loud footfalls and the gentle clank of metal chains. The large fire to the right of the hall pushes out an intense heat, making beads of sweat gather on your skin. The firelight reflecting off the moist bodies of the women surrounding you. Shadows exaggerating their curves. You risk a glance up. The hall is long and the end is in darkness, but you can just make out the shape of a figure.
You hear hushed whispers followed by a loud shout,
"Bow down!"
All the women drop to the floor on all fours, except one woman in grey. A few seconds pass before she is dragged from the hall. You are isolated, feeling so alone now there is no-one beside you. As you start to breathe faster, your panic is arrested by the sound of heavy footfalls getting closer. You hear women being told to stand, the jangle of metal coins, followed by the patter of bare feet in different directions. Some of the women are sobbing, others giving sighs of relief or disbelief. One by one the lines disappear in time with the thump of the feet.
You are no stranger to feeling alone having been sold to your village when only six. You inherited the land of your owners and were always an outsider. Your mind wanders to your village and how it looked before the war came, before your people had been 'freed' by the warriors who now displayed you as a slave. Your day dream is shattered when you realise the feet have stopped in front of you.
You stare at the booted feet in front of you. You realise you are holding your breath, but cant let it go. Suddenly the head of a huge hammer slams down beside the right foot, making you gasp. The feet move round you, then you hear a sword drawn. There's a tug at the material of your dress before the blade cuts a slit at the back, exposing you. You feel the tip of the sword tap between your shoulders, then gentle pressure. You lower your head to the stone floor, raising your hips up.
"This one will be my retainer. Ensure it is ready in an hour in my quarters. I will be in the war room."
You are pulled to standing and turned round, your head lifted to display. The man standing in front of you sports a shaved head, blue cold eyes, and harsh stubble. His broad shoulders are clad in a cloak and armour, showing powerful arms. The man is short but has a commanding stature, accentuated by thick muscled legs under heavy trousers. A dangerous attraction stirs your primal loins at the sight.
You are pulled from the hall, thrust at a group of women and guided to a bathhouse where they attend to you. All are silent but have eyes filled with envy. You are cleaned and your pussy shaved and balmed. What awaits you? Finally you are dressed in the finest gold trimmed purple silk, your nipples visible and pressing through the material.
"The Warmaster will have fun with you and you will enjoy every inch of him inside you. Just always obey him and you will be rewarded with pleasure beyond words," says one attendant.
