The Village of Agony and Ecstasy-Ch 4 Raisa Masturbates

Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent and had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right, in fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin and could not imagine being forced. 

As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

One of the slave girls stepped forward. 

"Sir, a new slave?" She eyed Raisa up and down.

Raisa cringed at the stare.

"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed, "Yes, Sir."

Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them, she was so exhausted. Torches lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedposts that could be pulled together for privacy.

Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must be. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks and various other animals trophies on the wall of the room. 

In front of the hearth was a large sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa lay back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. They chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Wake up! You must get your bath." The slave girl was shaking Raisa. 

Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

"You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me," she said.

Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never been undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

"I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help," the girl said.

Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal. She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

"Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master," he smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him. I wonder what lies inside those lips."

Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel so luxurious. 

They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil and picked up a small brush and a cloth.

"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her breasts stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples, back and forth, back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation between her legs. She did not understand it.