Slave Girl 2: Chapter 98 (Patreon)

Our trio united we take a short moment just to hold each other’s hands.  With the others not far away this was all we could do right now but I could see the moment of connection meant as much to the girls as it did to me.  By the time we’d collected up the blanket and items they’d set out for Rosa’s little nest the Ringmaster session was just coming to an end.  Being fairly evenly matched none of the others had been able to last more than two opponents back to back.  The drain on the stamina taking on one foe right after another was more taxing than you could imagine until you experienced it yourself.  The last man standing was Gyasi though it was hardly a victory to celebrate as he is informed that his ‘prize’ would be to start us off as Ringmaster the next time we did this exercise.

We say our good evenings and the boys head on their way as Rosa, Cassie, and I collect the torches, water jugs, and such things to take back to the villa.  As we walk through the dark forest, me holding the torch out in front of us, I look over at Cassie shuffling along beside.  “Regrets?”

She shakes her head.  “None.”  She says.  “Tired yes, but no.  No regrets.

“I’m proud of ya.  You were incredible.”

“I was humbled, second best in every bout and contest, and yet…I’ve never felt more powerful.”

“Uh oh.”  I quip.  “I hope you don’t let it go to your head.”

“You wish.” She winks.

I laugh as Rosa giggles.  “You are powerful Cassie.”  My slave-Lady says.  “There is nothing more fearsome to weak men as a powerful woman, and no ally more valuable to a strong one.”

At the porch we light a couple of oil lamps and I douse the torch.  The moment we step inside our home it is as if a weight is lifted from my weary shoulders.  Bowing my head low and keeping my lamp safely to the side I nuzzle into Rosa’s hair and whisper.  “My Lady.”

“Mmm.”  She strokes my cheek.  “I’ve got you my boy.  I have you.  You’ve been strong enough for one day.”

“Thank you.”

She kisses my cheek softly.  “Go to the bath and wait for us.”

“Yes my Lady.”  I smile as the welcome authority of my Mistress swaddles me like a sun warmed blanket.  I turn to Cassie and show her respect as well.  “Miss Cassie.”

Cassie tilts her head, a tired but playful smirk widening her lips.  “There he is.”  She touches my chest.  “Good to see you again, boy.”

I take her hand and kiss it.  I go to turn around and head back out the door when both women, one on each arm, grabs me to stop me.  I look between them confused.

“I didn’t say the pool, my boy.”  Rosa says, a merry sparkle in her sightless eyes.  “I said the bath.”

“The bath?”

“The poor boy doesn’t know his own home.”  Cassie grins.

“He’s been a busy boy.”  Rosa titters.

“The bath here?  Beside the atrium?”

“Do we have another?”

I think back to clearing the villa out of moldy old sherds of wine crockery and sweeping through the dank and musty rooms that had once been a small but opulent bath.  “You two went in there?”

“Went in there?”  Cassie pinches me.  “We wore ourselves thin cleaning the damn place!  What do you think we do around here all day, sit around giving each other foot massage?”

“Uh…”

“Though we do do that as well.”  Rosa giggles and pats my bum.  “Go along now.”

“We’ll be there shortly.”  Cassie says.

“Yes my Lady.  Thank you Miss Cassie.”

The pair stand together and watch me go.  As I weave through the dark halls of my palatial villa I am reminded of just how little I really knew about this place that I’d inherited.  Rosa wasn’t kidding when she said I’d been a busy boy in the days since our arrival.  There was so much about this place I still didn’t know.  There were rooms I’d only visited long enough to clear out the obvious trash and whole subterranean layers beneath the house and the gazebo that I hadn’t even touched yet.  We’d done what we could to confine our activities to just what we needed that I sometimes forgot just how much home this was.  This was a pleasure palace and far too large for our little family, not that I was complaining.

I find the bath down the eastern hall from the kitchen and discover it transformed from the filthy state I’d seen it in before.  The plain walls of the entryway and change room had gone from sludgy gray to pristine white but it was the next room that really showed the fruits of the women’s toil.  As I step through into the tepidarium I am amazed by the mythical artwork that had been revealed from behind the layer of filth.  The ceiling was the roiling gray clouds of an unsettled sky.  To my left the west wall is graced with a colorful mural that shows King Minos receiving the great white bull of the sea.  Across from me the north wall depicts the sacrifice of another bull on a rocky shore overlooking a turbulent sea.  The east wall is mostly taken up with the door that lead to the caldarium though around it is a tile labyrinth motif that could be seen in so many other places around the house.  To my right, beside the entrance I’d just come through, there is a detailed, too detailed for my tastes, depiction of Minos’ wife Pasiphae in the grips of her mad lust for the white bull and already inside of the insidious invention Daedalus created for her so that she might consummate that cursed passion.  Its great member fully turgid the beast approaches the waiting queen.  And at the bottom of the empty pool in a mosaic of blue, white and black is the slighted sea god Neptune, his eyes full of rage and wreathed by a halo of twisting tentacles.

“Woah.”

While the pool itself was dry to either side of the sea god sat a pair of huge clay urns full to the brim with water.  Stepping down I approach and immediately feel warmth emanating from the one on the left.  Holding my lamp over it I see smooth river stones resting at bottom.  They must have heated them and placed them there before they came out to the training session.  I dip my fingers in to find the water to be bordering on hot.  From there I dip my hand in the other urn to find it cool.  Cooler than the temperature of the room.  Peering down into this one I see a collection of our magical tesserae scattered along the bottom.  Looking around I now also spot a few placed here and there as visual markers for my blind slave.  At this rate our cold box must have seriously denuded of the things.  Rosa’s need for them was far greater though.  I was happy to see them using them so creatively.

Moving on I find the caldarium, meant for hot baths, and the frigidarium, meant for cold, rejuvenating plunges, not cleaned up like the tepidarium.  These two rooms were not nearly as ornate as the main warm bathing area though the murals continued from the first room, showing the building of the labyrinth and the imprisonment of Daedalus and Icarus within it.  At the pools and the benches built in along the walls it was easy to imagine the debauchery that my hedonistic uncle and his party guests got up to in these rooms.  As I peer over my shoulder to the room that Rosa, Cassie and I were about to bathe in, along with Bacchus only knew what else, I wonder just how different I really was.

“Hah.”  A chill runs across my drying flesh as the heat of the air is drained down into the deep empty pool of the frigidarium.  The first two rooms would have been heated from a hypocaust below and, unless I was mistaken, it felt like the last pool was kept brisk by another source of those cooling magic pebbles.  Such opulence!

I return to the change room and strip out of my underbreeches.  Naked I reenter the main bath.  Kneeling down between the two urns I go into a low Bow position.  Despite my sore muscles and weary joints the submissive posture feels so damn good to hold.  A beautiful and comforting reminder of my place here.  With pride I maintain the flawless posture and await my Lady and Miss Cassie.

Chapter 99