Slave Girl 2: Chapter 38

Collywaddle steps back visibly more at ease.  “You’re right Thir.  It will be alright.  Gotta have faith, right?”

“That’s right Colly.”  I say with a pat to her head.  “Aristocles is no fool.  And he’s got a lot to fight for.”  Standing up I beckon her to follow.  “Come on.  You must be thirsty after the walk out here.”

She grins.  “Ah!  You’re the betht Thir!  Well…thecond betht.”

I chuckle, trying for her sake to keep a brave face on.  “Come on then.”

I lead her down the trail and when the villa comes into sight Colly lets out a loud.  “Ooooo!”  She hurries forward to take in the old place.  Her humongous amber eyes were as wide as they could go as she fawned over the house.  It was as if, through her eyes, the fading of time had never touched it.  “I didn’t know you were loaded!”

I let out laugh.  “I am the poorest rich man you will ever meet.”  After a drink and a very quick tour of the place, during which there are many ooh’s and aah’s from a very impressed slave, I say.  “As you can see we’ve got more room than we need.  Feel free to take any room you like.”

“Can I thleep with you?”

“No.”

“Bethide the bed?”  She asks.  “I’ll be quiet.”

“No.”  I say.  “Colly, you can have your own room.”

“Oh.”  She says disappointedly.

“So?”

“I know jutht the one.”  She says.  Leading me back through the house Colly leads me to the hallway of slave quarters.  Choosing the best of the meager lot she quiet happily plops her bag down on the bed.  “Thith one.”

On the one hand it wasn’t a bad choice.  Of all of the rooms the slave quarters had been left mostly untouched from the revelry and vandalism much of the rest of the place had been subjected to.  On the other it was wasn’t that far off from that jail cell I had spent the day in.

“You’re sure?”  I ask.  “You’re free to take any you wish.”

“Thith ith perfect.”  She says as she opens her pack.  “I know my plathe Thir.  And don’t you worry, I’ll earn my bread.”

“You are my guest.”  I say.  “You really don’t have to.  Although…I wouldn’t turn any help away either.”

She nods.  “I’ll take care of that trimming Thir.  Don’t you even worry about it.”

“Well…thanks.”

She pulls out another tunic like the one she is wearing and places it in a nicely folded bundle on a little shelf.  She licks her plump lips, clears her throat, and asks.  “Wanna whip me again Thir?”

“What?”  I say.  “No.  Of course not.”

“What if I’m naughty?”

“No.”

“What if I’m reeeeally naughty?”

“No!”  I say.  “I’ll leave any of that to Aristocles.”

“He doethn’t whip like you do though.”  She says as she hugs her body.  “No one doeth.  You have thuch a nithe…touch.  Mmmm.”

“The answer is no.”

“Yeth Thir.”  There is a moment’s pause.  “Tho you wanna fuck?”

“NO!”  

She sticks out her tongue and snorts a laugh.  “I thought I’d try.”

“Geez Colly, what about your poor master?  Would he approve of how you’re acting?”

“Oh yeth, definitely!”

“You sure about that are you?”

“Yep.  He told me to offer you thex.”

“He did not!”

“He did!”  She says, aghast that I might think otherwise.  “Mathter thaid to look after you like I do him while I’m here.  I’m not just a houthe thlave anymore ya know.”  She straightens up proudly and announces.  “I am altho a thex thlave.”  

“A thex, I mean, sex slave?  Oh gods.”

“Yep!  Ithn’t it great?  Mathter lookth after me so good.”  She says.  “He underthandth that I’m in my breeding yearth.  I’m horny ALL the time.  Among my own kind there would be orgieth every day and every night.  Mmm.”  She smiles.  “Big ol moutainth of green gobbo thex.  Puthieth and penitheth everywhere!”

“Well…there’s not mountains of…that here.”

“No worrieth.”  She winks.  “I came prepared.”  With that she pulls a shiny ceramic gladiator figurine whose erect posture and tapered Corinthian helmeted head gave it an unmistakably phallic shape.  She looks at her toy then back at me with huge gap-toothed grin.  “Wanna watch me play with him?”

“You are too much Collywaddle!”  I laugh and give her a shake as she giggles up a storm.  “Listen.  I’m going to go tell Rosa what’s going on.  You know your way around the house.  Out back is the garden and the river, there’s a bath down there too.  Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you Thir.”  She says.  “I’ll be gone tomorrow.”  With a sigh her worry comes to the surface once more.  “I hope.”

“Rest easy Colly.”  I say.  “And have faith.”

“I will.”  She says.  As I turn to leave she says.  “You might want to clothe the door on the way out.”

With a glance over my shoulder I see that she was already out of her clothes and rubbing her pussy!  Taking her advice I shut the door to give her and her little gladiator some privacy.  Horny all the time?  Orgies every day and every night?  I now understood why Lydia was so eager to sell.  The sale bringing to mind the situation of her current master I set out at a jog to find my own slave.

Down the stairs and along the path to Venus I make for the cypress.  Before I could even see her I knew that she was where she had promised she would be by the musical lilt of her laughter and the playful trills and yips of her foxy friend.

“Ha ha!  Good one Danae!”

I slip through the underbrush to see what fun the pair were getting up to.  What I see stops me in my tracks.

Rosa was facing the tree with her arms out wide as she danced and laughed.  Halfway between her and the trunk of the grand old cypress floated two disks of…I don’t even know what.  Looking a bit like two blobs of oil floating on water the circular distortions flitted about like like soap bubbles caught in an erratic breeze.  It only takes a moment though to realize that their movements were not erratic at all.  They glided through the air in mirrored time and direction with Rosa’s weaving hands.  Whatever these things were…Rosa was controlling them!

As her arms swayed left so too did the two dinner plate sized disks of distortion.  As she spread her hands so the disks separated in kind.  As she swirls her hands one over the other the two circles spin about like juggler’s balls.  She wasn’t simply controlling them, she was playing with them.

“Here we go!”  Rosa says as she brings one down low about five feet in front of her and sends the other high above.

As the disk approaches the ground Danae yips and leaps straight into it…and disappears!  She was gone!  Wait.  No.  There she was.  Ten feet up, appearing from out of the other disk, the fox tumbles down through the air for a second only to be caught up again by the first one where she disappears again.  My head snaps back up to see her appear again, deposited safely upon a sturdy lower branch of the tree.  It was then I realized that I recognized this power.  It was the magic of the bracelet, somehow decoupled from the item and made larger.  Looking to Rosa’s thin wrists I catch the glint of the separated silver hoops worn one to an arm, something that ought to have been impossible from what I knew of the magic item.  I then catch a slender tendril of the same distortion snaking through the air to connect silver hoop to magical disk.

What strikes me most of all however wasn’t the fantastical magic effect but the ease of which my Lady was controlling them.  I knew little of wizards and magic but I had always imagined it to be a taxing affair of stern mental control and iron willed fortitude.  But Rosa looked more akin to a kitten with a ball of yarn than some reality bending sorcerer.  In my memory I can hear Lydia’s awestruck voice telling me of how her own magic had been snatched from her fingers and how her simple droning spell had sung to Rosa’s tune.  This was the very first day of Rosa attempting to practice magic on her own, something I was told would be impossible even after a lifetime without the proper training, and she was already capable of this!?

“Good one Sis.”  Rosa says up to her.  How she was seeing the fox I hadn’t a clue.  “Better come down though.  I think these are almost tapped.”  A disk is offered to the fox who obligingly steps through to trot out safely at Rosa’s feet.  Rosa then brings her fingers together and in the blink of an eye the disks suck back into the magical hoops while at the same time the two parts snap back together under their own power into a woven whole bracelet again at the point where Rosa’s fingers met.

Letting out a gasp I call the attention of both fox and woman.  Thanks to the deep shade of the thick forest, as Rosa turns to look in my direction I see a fading glow in the exact hue of the haze that had clouded her pupils and stolen her sight shine in her unseeing eyes like two green candle flames.  Barely perceptible that same luminescence was also woven up through the pattern of her horns.  For one brief eerie moment my cute demon slave looked every inch the wicked child of the Devil that the Christian Ignatius had warned me about!  After just a few moments the light fades.

“Master?  Is that you?”  She asks, looking like regular herself again.

“Uh…yeah.”  I whisper.

“Did you see?”  She asks excitedly.  “Did you see me?”

I swallow hard.  “Yeah.  I saw Rosa.  I sure did.”

I stand speechless as Rosa carefully makes her way toward me.  As I watch her struggling blindly over the roots and rocks, looking so fragile and helpless now, the wizard Lydia’s fearful words echo in my mind.  ‘She might be the most dangerous person I have ever met.’

Chapter 39