Looking through the grate in the door of your cell you see the light of a torch coming down the hallway and it stops in front of your cell. You can hear some incoherent muttering as the distinctive sound of the key being inserted into the lock on your cell door. Reaching back you once again grasp your sharpened spoon curious to see who comes into your cell.
CLANK echoes from the cell's lock followed by screeching sounds as the door swings into the your dank hole. In the entryway you see a small man not clad in armor but wearing a simple tunic over his slim body. You can't tell much else from the flickering light coming from the burning torch in his hand.
“Slave you must come with me.” He states nervously.
With that statement you realize that this is a young man about your age - perhaps even younger - and not one of the master's guards. Thinking quickly you realize that you might finally have an opportunity you’ve been waiting for. Climbing gracefully to your feet you turn your body slightly away in such a way as to give a glimpse of your small breasts and your bare pussy to this young man's gaze. Months ago you burned with shame as your ripe body was openly displayed for all as the slaver's caravan entered Athenapolis, now you use the same body to befuddle this young man.
“Has Master Rastus decided what to do with me after what happened last month?” You ask placing a hand on the man's chest to steady yourself when he reaches you. You know it’s not the reason for his night time visit, but you need him to be distracted for your plan to work.
Despite the dankness and squalor of your current lodgings your bare body has the desired effect on this youth.
“Ah …. My mother wants to see you.” He stammers, Starring at your nipples still aroused from your earlier reminiscing. You recognize the man now, Clymene's son. Unlike his mother the youth was a decent enough young man. Like all the other men in the estate would sometimes brush his body against yours as he passes you in the hall or stare lewdly at you as your body is displayed for the amusement of Rastus' guests.
Over your months of captivity you have become adept at being displeasing. Many of Rastus' guests wanted to satisfy their lusts on the 'Rose of Helliopolis' but most were unsatisfied with the results. Men hoping for and obediant pleasure slave found themselves bedded with a hellcat who clawed and scratched and kicked often to the point that they had to call the guards. Other's upon hearing your reputation hoped to take you as you struggled beneath them, these men found you compliant but sullen, even those who tried to to tease your body into surrender met with only partial success. Your body they could arouse, but your spirit would not be broken.
Clymene tried several different approaches to tame your spirit including suspending you in the archway of the garden wall for all to see and abuse. For one whole day any member of the household, was allowed access to your body, many of the males and several of the women tormented you as you hung there. However this young man was not one of the ones who had cruelly pinched your nipples or slapped your ass as you hung in chains in punishment. In fact, you remember instead he slipped a few sweet grapes between your parched lips as you waited chained in the hot sun. The grapes had done little to relieve your thirst, but the knowledge that at least one man in this city had some human decency was enough to sustain your spirit when otherwise it may have broken.
“If you would be kind enough to undo my shackles then I'd be happy to go see the mistress.” You say, hoping that he doesn’t notice that you in fact are not shackled to the wall.
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