I do not belong here. I do not speak the language, do not understand these people. I only know some of the customs of this barbarish land, as I was well educated in my youth. I never expected to need the information. I never expected to have been captured from my home and brought here.
Where "here" actually is, I cannot quite say. I know only that I, along with my only daughter, have been brought to somewhere in their country. I believe we are in the home of one of their Overlords, but I do not know what this home is like as we arrived under cover of darkness. I believe it is of impressive size however, as the few rooms I have been in thus far are vast.
Every room, including the one in which I now reside, has been immense and richly appointed. This room in particular seems especially luxurious. The floors and walls are of a dark wood, there is exposed stonework around the fireplace, and rich jewel tone rugs scattered about the floor. Besides the chair upon which I sit and other scattered tables and chairs, there is a bed. It is massive, monstrous in size. The four corner posts are of dark wood, as wide as tree trunks and reach up to the ceiling. It is covered in blue silk with scattered pillows. Everything here screams sensuality.
There is a scent hanging over this room. It is not cloying or exotic, but familiar and sensual. It seems to originate from a brazier upon a nearby table. It is a scent from my homeland. It makes my mouth water, as it is the scent of chocolate covered red spring berries, a decadent luxury I have rarely had. The scent stirs feelings of longing and lust in me; which are quite inappropriate in my circumstance.
Other than these observations, I cannot see much else of the room, as the only light comes from the fireplace, which is large enough that I could walk into it and stand comfortably. Sadly, I cannot get up to explore as I wish. Upon being brought in by attendants, I was cuffed to this chair. Thick leather bracelets hold my wrists down to the chair arms, the same bracelets encircle my ankles attaching them to the chair legs, pulling my legs open wide. I am not uncomfortable by any means. I am, however, completely exposed, as I am naked, my sex is spread wide for any to see, and I am not alone.
There are two others in this room with me; one I am completely familiar with, the other a complete stranger. Behind my chair stands my eighteen-year-old daughter. She is much like me although she is young and nubile. Both of us with long hair as the custom of our people is that once becoming a woman, a female does not cut her hair. Mine therefore is much longer, deep brown that is streaked white with age, hers is not as long but also deep brown, streaked the blonde of youth and sunshine. Where my full breasts sag some with the passage of time, hers, of similar shape and fullness, show the firm pertness of youth. We are both curvy females, although I am heavier than she, built to fill a man's hands and entice his touch.
As she moves from behind to stand next to me, stoking my wet hair with a brush, I glance at her and notice something else. Upon our arrival here, we were separated. I was whisked away by attendants to some sort of bathing chamber. I was stripped of clothing and scrubbed until I thought my skin would come off. Then I had been shaved. My pussy, legs, and armpits were now bare. My daughter had not been shaved. She was still furred. Although naked also, she retained her jeweled mesh belt which showed her rank to others in our homeland. It occurred to me that in this land these might be outward symbols of her virginity to any one who glanced her way.
As she continued to brush my long hair as it dried in the warmth of the fire, my mind wandered to the one other person in the room, the stranger. I knew it was a man, I knew he sat there in silence, in the darkness just beyond the light given us by the fire. Who was he? Was this the Overlord who had captured us? What did he intend for us? The questions began to overwhelm my mind. I gave up and relaxed into the care of my daughter's hands. A sigh escaped my lips as I focused my attention on the sensations the brushing was creating.
Once my hair was completely dry, she began on the braiding. She is quite talented and able to create intricate patterns in even the finest of hair. As women in our home did not cut their hair it grew long and was kept braided most of the time, therefore, her skills were in great demand. She quickly had one side of my head tamed in rows extending from my face backward where she combined them into thicker braids down my back. As she began the other side, her hands faltered and shook slightly as we both heard a noise from the far end of the room outside the ring of light.
I glanced toward the sound, straining my eyes toward the darkness. I could make out a shadow moving. I was eaten with curiosity. Finally, he stepped into the light. This could only be the Overlord. He emanated a commanding presence; a feeling of power flowed from him and washed over me. Despite my fears, a strange calm settled in my mind. As I examined him with my eyes, my insides tighten, a bolt of pure lust shot through me and my pussy was instantly wet. What was happening to me? I shouldn't feel this way. This man was my captor. But, what a man he was.
He stood before us naked. He seemed to be similar of age to myself, very well built, very strong. I took in his sandy colored streaked hair; he was probably outdoors in the sun quite a lot. I could not tell the color of his eyes, only that they were very deep and expressive with lines at the edges that suggested he smiled often. I noticed a scar running along his cheek from the outer corner of his left eye toward his chin. His lips were full and I felt myself wishing to touch them.
