I ordered the slaves to kneel with their backs perfectly straight, hands behind their necks in a presentation position that Kimar often used to best show off a girl’s charms. Then, while the other two held the mandated pose, I summoned Minta to attend me. She had quickly learned the proper way to undress her lord and master, and I delighted in the feel of her soft, knowing hands as they passed over my body, undoing clasps and drawing off my belt. She removed my tunic and undid my loincloth, careful not to touch my swelling manhood, for such a move without my expressed permission would amount to gross impertinence! Then I eased back onto one of the couches, while my dutiful slave bent over me to untie my sandals and slip them off my feet.
Once naked, I stepped down into one of the inviting pools of warm water. I invited Minta to join me. She drew off her tunic swiftly, stripping her narrow form to bare the clean lines of the smooth front and the slight rises of her crescent-shaped titties that perched so proudly on her chest Her small, inviting pussy was a lightly furred mound hazed with a pale soft down; the pink lips small and puckered. I also summoned Iryna to join us in the bath. The two slave girls would bathe me while I kept Helva on her knees before me so that I might enjoy the pleasure of seeing her nude beauty as I gave myself up to the tender ministrations of my handmaidens.
Wading up to my knees in the water, I turned my back to Iryna while offering my front to Minta. The girls started to work on me, rubbing all over my body, first with invigorating stiff brushes, then with soft wet washcloths. Minta worked with her usual enthusiasm, covering every inch of skin methodically. I watched her scrub her way across my chest, taking her time there, pausing to play with the wet chest hairs, toying with my nipples, her nimble fingers working their way down my flinching belly, teasing along to skirt the edge of my pubic hair. I allowed her to wash my masculine equipment, but cautioned her to be quick about it, as I was already stiffening and I didn’t want to be brought to climax so soon in the game.
Meanwhile, Iryna was moving her hands over the knotted muscles of my back and shoulders, pressing lightly. Her hands, moving dutifully but indifferently, lacked the enthusiasm of Minta, who was kneeling before me, lifting my scrotum impishly to scour under my balls, her small wet face upturned and smiling at me. Even when I leaned down to present my butt for Iryna’s attention, her hands simply passed over my proffered cheeks in a perfunctory manner. The girl could benefit from a good dose of salts under her tail, and I would see to it!
I climbed out of the water and had the slaves wrap me in scented towels and then dry my body methodically. Next I reclined naked on the couch, lying on my side while the slave girls brought scented oils to rub into my skin. Iryna knelt behind me, massaging my back, while Minta’s clever fingers once more explored the front of my body. As these small feminine hands worked their wonders on my tired and aching muscles, I gazed at the kneeling blonde who knelt before me, arms raised and elbows back, brazenly showing me her breasts while her pretty face remained and passive and expressionless.
“Beauty,” I called her, for that was the name I’d chosen for her, “play with yourself!”
The blonde head turned in my direction at the sound of her nickname, which she recognized by now. Her pale blue eyes held a look of loathing, implacable hatred mixed with cold insolence. She had picked up a few words of Latin, and I had ordered that she was to learn our tongue quickly. But just to be sure she understood, I now had Minta translate for me.
“Tell her I want to see her play with herself,” I ordered jovially. “Her tits…and her pussy, too! 1 want to see how she does it.” I knew my proud captive would find the orders distasteful. She might even refuse. But I meant to press her, to test her obedience constantly till she learned to obey even the most perversely outrageous orders and to do so with alacrity. Minta seemed to thoroughly enjoy repeating my orders in the harsh Germanic tongue.
For a long moment, I met the smoldering anger in her steely blue eyes. We held each other’s unflinching gaze. The blonde moved first, lowering her head under my unrelenting glare. I heard a tiny sigh of resignation. Then she brought her hands up to place them over her softly mounded tits. Pressing lightly she began to move the mounds of flesh with her joined fingers, rubbing them in slow circles, doing what I had ordered, but obviously without much enthusiasm.
“Better than that! Go on, feel yourself up!” I shouted impatiently.
Obediently, the long fingers closed on those lovely breasts and she curved her palms to cup herself, fondling the titty-flesh, moving it more passionately now, though her movements still had a certain mechanical quality.
I found the sight of the pretty blonde fondling her own tits to be highly erotic, even though she did her best to suppress any sign of excitement on her part. She mean to prove to me that while she could be made to perform for me, she would take no pleasure in such perverse acts. However, her healthy young body was starting to betray her. Her tender nipples were beginning to emerge from their circles of crinkled flesh, stiffening under the mild stimulation they enjoyed.
“Your nipples-play with your nipples!” I urged vehemently. My voice, heavily laden with passion, had suddenly gone hoarse.
I watched as her long slender fingers delicately took each pink tip in turn. The blonde pinched her nipples, rolling the little buds between thumbs and forefingers.
“Pull on them!”
Still holding herself erect, the blank expression on her pale face never wavering, the young woman obediently plucked the burgeoning stems, pulling the pliant flesh, twisting the captive nipples that darkened and blossomed under all this attention. I ordered her to wet her fingers in her mouth and to continue her efforts till she had her nipples fully erect. Only then did I allow her to quit.
“Enough! Now your pussy! Spread your legs, Beauty, and play with yourself!” I managed to get out, though my voice cracked under the strain. Minta’s translation held an unmistakable note of glee.
The agile fingers quit the sensitive nipples. I smiled to see those fully expanded tips standing proud, glistening and hard with arousal. I watched her shift to widen her knees and bring both hands down as her fingers nosed along the sides of her blonde triangle. Her slithering hands become bolder as they edged closer to her sex. Her right hand moved in so that she might hold her left hand cupped protectively over her blonde pubis.
Her hand moved slowly, rubbing sensually, stirring the first waves of self-pleasure. I studied her Nordic features more closely, alert for the first signs that all this self-stimulation was getting to her. There was a definite tinge of pink along the ridges of her cheekbones as she experienced the first flush of arousal while she rubbed along the converging sides of her pubis. Her eyes were half-lidded now, the pretty lashes lowered. I saw her lick her lips, her tongue peeking quickly as her right hand slid down between her legs to capture her blonde sex. I watched her hand closing and opening rhythmically as she palmed her pubic mound. Her breathing deepened under the delicious waves of pleasure she was generating in her hot box.
I passed a hand across my brow to find it hot and damp. Her steamy performance was also getting to me. My cock stood upright, throbbing with eagerness, straining taut as a bowstring and aching with desire.
“Sit back on your heels, and open your legs…wider, all the way, like the whore that you are!” I ordered harshly. The girl hesitated; but she did as I commanded, shifting back, spreading open her thighs to show me her pink pussy.
“Now, get a finger in there, two fingers…! want to see you fuck yourself!”
Her head snapped up, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me. Suddenly I saw her questioning eyes harden. She hesitated, teetering on the verge of outright refusal. But even if she thought better of it and decided to comply, it was too late. Even her slight hesitation was enough to condemn her to a proper dose of punishment. For a moment we waited, and all time stood still Then she let her head drop and her hands fall uselessly to her side, passively refusing to accede to my perverse wish. This was what I had been waiting for.
“You refuse?” The blonde head never moved “Then I’m afraid you must learn the cost of disobedience. Kneel now… hands behind your head!”
Once more the exquisite young woman assumed the presentation position, closing her knees slowly, straightening up, bringing her hands up to the back of her neck I called Minta over and whispered my instructions in her ear, watching her smile widen into an evil grin as she realized what I had in mind. She was surprisingly eager to carry out her task. Gathering up some rawhide strips, she stepped up behind the kneeling blonde, pulled her arms down, and tied her hands behind her. This was done efficiently as the slaves’ wristcuffs had a set of brass rings sewn in them. A line running through the rings could be knotted quickly to secure the wrists together.
Next the captive was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a damp washcloth. Minta pinched her nipple, and when Helva gasped in surprise, the wadded cloth was forced between her gaping jaws. A wide leather strap tied around her head held the gag in place. Helpful little Minta was beaming, extremely proud of her handiwork as she pulled the kneeling girl to her feet and led her over to present her to me.
Helva seemed surprisingly docile as, with hands tied behind her back, she let herself be led to me by the
