After what seems like forever no one comes so you put your sharpened spoon back where you’d secreted it. You still sense that something is different but what you don’t know. Several weeks ago you learned from other slaves that your mother had gathered an army to avenge you. Much to the slave's private amusement, it was whispered that all the women of this city were supposed to be sold from the block like you were. Once again a smile plays about your lips, Oh Yes you think there a few women you’d enjoy seeing on the auction block. Their naked bodies on display being judged as if they were a horse or some other kind of livestock.
But would your mother be happy with you if she sees you again, indeed as Danisha told you, you would learn. The day your small party joined the main column of about thirty slavers with several wagons that contained their human cargo. After much back slapping you and Danisha were shoved into a wagon that only had one other occupant, a exotic looking woman whose skin was the same color as the night. Her magnificent breasts were pierced somehow and a silver chain ran from one nipple to another.
Over time you would learn her story and many other things, but now was the first time since you were taken that you’d been able to talk to one of your friends.
“Danisha what happened to you?” You ask, puzzled by the apparent change in your friend.
“What do you mean, Amara?” she replies.
“Last night you acted like a common prostitute, that’s what I mean.” You stammer out, confused.
Danisha looked at you for a long moment as if deciding how to explain a complex idea to a child.
“Amara, you watched last night as the master fucked me.” Danisha paused momentarily, “How did it make you feel?” She asked.
You begin to blush in embarrassment and look away not wanting to speak it aloud, oh how naïve you were.
“Your breasts swelled, and cream began to leak from you woman’s mound, Didn’t it” Danisha asked with a knowing look.
You stare at her the, shock evident on your face, how did she read your mind you ask yourself.
“As a special priestess, you were never to know a man intimately, so you were never told how things are supposed to be.” Danisha says.
Danisha continued, “My mother told me when my courses started that free women were not supposed to feel pleasure at mating. Mating was only reserved for having the children that the fates decreed for us, and feeling pleasure was only for harlots and lewd women.”
“But..” You say.
Shaking her head she continues “ Honestly that first night it hurt every bit as much as mother told me, but on the second as the master filled me with his cock the pleasure exploded in me. And when his seed flooded into my womb I discovered that everything my mother told me was wrong,” She finished.
“But it’s wrong Danisha.” You say.
“Maybe in the world we came from it is, but were not there anymore are we.” Danisha pointed out.
Danisha puts her hands on your shoulders, “Regardless, I am not a maid anymore, and you are no longer a priestess, you need to remember that, my friend." Danisha, advised you.
“I can't be like that.” You state, although in the back of your mind was the remembered desire of the previous night to be in Danisha’s place.”
“You will learn” Danisha replied softly as the wagon began to move.
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She was right, you did learn. However you refused to completely surrender yourself to the fate that the gods had decreed for you. Suddenly from a great distance you hear screaming. Something was happening in Lord Minos' manor.
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