You wake at the sound of sandaled feet on stone. The sun enters the Warmaster's chambers through large windows and splashes across the bed of furs.
"Good morning kajira."
You hear the voice of the woman who instructed you to obey the Warmaster. A smile crosses her face, but the envy is still obvious in her eyes. A young woman is at her side holding a purple robe.
"Come, we must prepare you for his return and your marking."
With that, the woman pulls back the furs and exposes you, before pulling you to stand. You feel a small trickle escape your asshole and too late remember your instruction. You hear the woman utter a tut as she inspects the furs.
"I fear the marking may be a harder experience than was intended."
Suddenly she slaps your ass and you lose your control. More of the Warmaster's cum drips from your ass. The woman cackles and runs her finger along your asshole before taking her finger in her mouth. The young woman then dresses you in the robe and guides you through a hidden door into a dark corridor.
You emerge from the corridor into a luxurious bath house, steam billowing throughout the room. You can make out the vague shapes of figures moving in the room. Your robe is pulled from your shoulders and you stand naked in the room. Two naked women take your hands and guide you to a bath, aiding you into the hot, rose scented water. A tray of fruits is laid at the side of the bath and the women retire. You relax back after taking a handful of delicious juicy fruit.
Your mind drifts to the harsh journey from your village; the cramped conditions in the carriage; the harsh pushing and pulling by the warriors. The hot water relaxes the muscles made taught from the uncomfortable stone and straw floor in the cells of the castle. You remember being made to put on the red dress, seeing the different colours and not knowing the meaning.
The meaning still escapes you except that the women in grey were older or had children. The girls in white had all been very young. However the females in red were young, ripe women. Your thoughts turn to the Warmaster with his scarred and muscled body, his powerful lustful eyes... you feel warmth flutter in your loins.
The padding of feet breaks your daydream. Hands usher you out of the bath towards a table surrounded by four naked women and numerous bottles of liquid. You are laid on the table, naked and exposed. Through the steam you swear you could see a familiar stern face but put it down to fatigue and the heat.
"Just relax," suggests one of the women.
Two women work at your hair, brushing it, washing it, oiling it, adding fragrance to it. As they massage your scalp you begin to feel at ease. Another woman cleans and massages your hands and arms. The last woman massages your feet and works up your legs. You notice all the women are wearing necklaces of the same design; a hammer with the shaft hanging low between their pert breasts. You recognise it as the same hammer wielded by the Warmaster. The phallic appearance of the shaft causes your mind to flash back to his body and the feeling of his hard cock filling you. You let out a moan and notice that the women's hands are exploring your body now; oiled hands sliding over your breasts and up your inner thighs. You open your eyes, searching for the fourth woman. You catch a glimpse of her and she looks to be talking to someone. As you try to focus on the person a sudden delicious jolt runs through your body as a woman's fingers dance over your clit. You try to pull away but are held fast against the finger. You feel your pussy lips parted, your inner folds glistening with your juices. Mouths close on your nipples sending shocks to your clit and a moan escapes your lips.
"You are the Warmaster's kajira and we must prepare you. Relax and enjoy the tender touch. His can be anything but..." the fourth woman whispers in your ear before kissing you tenderly on the lips, her tongue exploring mouth. As her kiss deepens you feel something cold and metal slide inside you and a tongue teasing your clit.
Exquisite sensations flood through your body making your fingers tingle. Hands exploring your skin, metal probing your pussy, a warm wet tongue in your mouth, all are coming together to drive you towards a climatic goal.
