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Bad, Bad Company
A feminine voice beckoned. “You are to come with me…” Eyelids parted. A pleasant-looking woman stood on the other side of the bars, the two guards flanking her offered the only apparent threat. Cyyerha stiffly got to her feet, shook off remnants of stale straw, and shuffled to where the other woman and guards waited. The cell door swung open, and she followed voluntarily.
They entered a room in which Cyyerha never had been. Tall marble walls splashed across with multi-colored murals sweated, yet the room temperature was the pleasant. Caryatids near the ceiling separated opened windows. Scented air delicately filled the interior. Dominating the center of the large room was a sunken tub. Around it, three other women dressed in wraps around their tops and hips worked over heated water in a bath. Clean towels lay atop a padded table. The male guards left.
The woman Cyyerha followed turned and began removing her dirty leathers. At first Cyyerha flinched, but then seeing that the woman meant no harm allowed her to continue. The other women came over to help, one unlacing straps on her calves and removing dirt encrusted sandals. The trio soon lifted off Cyyerha's silk undergarment.
Tentatively, she tested the bath water with her toe. Smiling on either side, two of the women helped her down into the water. Cyyerha at last relaxed as the soapy water covered her up to her neck. Exotic scents wafted all around. She easily forgot about her plight, and even the still painful burns.
Cyyerha lowered her guard this time. Oils and creams were gently massaged into her tired body. Razors so sharp and expertly wielded did their work without any nicks in places Cyyerha never before imagined.
Her triangle of light-brown curly hairs floated away to reveal denuded lips. They looked pale, darkened only by the reddish slit separating the two.
From the bath, she was led to the table. Face down, delicate fingers worked into her taut frame. Honey, avocado, and cucumber wafted forth. While others massaged her legs and back, another shampooed her hair. Still another manicured and then pedicured. Small hands rolled her onto her back. Cyyerha's opened eyes looked up to see the first woman, the one who awoke her in her cell. She also smiled, but not at Cyyerha's face. “You have lovely ones,” she said. Cyyerha lifted up her head and looked down her chin. The woman's pale hand drifted over Cyyerha's right breast, the tip of the stranger's nail lightly trailing around the enlarged pink aureole and then flicking the budding nipple.
Cyyerha lay her head back, and closed her eyes again. All pleasures were to be savored however they were found.
Oiled and perfumed, skin and hair dabbed dry, Cyyerha was taken off of the table. A full-length robe made of light, translucent beauty was draped on her. A slightly thicker belt, made of the same exotic material was cinched around her pinched waist. She was led to a wall where a shiny rectangle stood. A mirror. Cyyerha looked at her own reflection and saw that the weightless robe concealed little, yet somehow she was proud of what she saw.
Golden curls framed a pretty face: sea-foam green eyes, slender nose, high cheekbones and voluptuous lips, all leading to a narrow chin and long neck. The sheerness of the gown also displayed breasts that were to be envied and more…
Cyyerha was led to yet another room she had yet to see. Marble floors and walls here, as well. Yet, geometric patterns decorated this marble. Opulent rugs and other furnishings filled the room.
“Welcome.” Cyyerha froze at the sound she recognized. Until this point, she had almost forgotten about all of the horrors. With just one spoken word, those dark memories flooded back. Tsunacius stood in one corner. A clean shave did little to lessen his evilness. She instinctively covered her arms over her chest. Tsunacius smirked and stood relaxed in a robe of shiny midnight-blue with silver trim. “You look wonderful, but must be famished. Unfortunately, certain precautions left us no choice but to remove all eating utensils. Feel free, though,” he said with a grand sweep of his hand, “to help yourself. It is all prepared for you.”
Platters of meats and fishes simmered on a low table. Cyyerha slowly lowered herself to its level. Resting a hip on one of the rugs next to the table, Cyyerha suspiciously eyed the food, drink, and Tsunacius. She timidly tested a dish. Convinced of no trickery, she then rapidly began to devour the meal.
Sated, she leaned her back against the sofa just as Tsunacius lifted her by her hand. “Now's hardly the time to rest. Plus, I have something else for you…” The base of her neck chilled as she felt the coldness of thin metal. Again peering down, she saw the necklace consisted of a large emerald pendant. “Turn around, I wish to see more of you,” he said. “And allow me to help part this robe of yours.”
The candlelit marble geometric patterned walls, plush furnishings, sumptuous dinner, all swam before Cyyerha. Her mind clouded. One vision remained abundantly clear: Tsunacius stood before her opening up her gauzy robe. Fury vanquished all else. Cyyerha threw her knee at the grinning Tsunacius. At the same time swung her arm. Her nails scratched his cheek, Blood spurted. She pushed Tsunacius backward. He crashed, tumbling over the sofa. Grabbing a small end table, she threw it at him as he fell. Pieces of wood splintered over him and the floor. Powerful legs leaped over the upended furniture and stomped his melon belly. Her landing foot caused a great gasp. Tsunacius rolled on the floor away from Cyyerha. Four guards burst into the room, swords drawn and pointed at her. Her attack ceased. Panting, she saw that she was unarmed and out-numbered.
Tsunacius groaned. Holding one side of his face with bloodied fingers, he rose. Regaining dignity remained he said, “I'll take those,” and ripped the emerald necklace from Cyyerha. “And the robe, as well.” She struggled at first, but he easily tore off the flimsy fabric. Cyyerha stood naked. She wore only the sandals she had been given. To the men he said, “This one attacked me! She deserves death on the cross tomorrow. But for now, take her away. Enjoy at your pleasure.” His slimy voice intoned and shiny robe rustled. “Oh, and torture this one tonight. Just enough…” Tsunacius leered and slapped Cyyerha, rocking her head from side to side. “I shall supervise…”
To Be Continued…
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