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For the next three days, the routine does not change much. The women bathe and breakfast in the morning, I give them massages, show them pictures and tell them tales of the world outside their valley, and the rest of the day they clean or garden -- the elfs have come back, and they are showing the maidens some basic gardening techniques. The maidens find them both fascinating and comical. While they are cleaning and gardening, I attend to eldritch matters. One of my concerns is the dragon. Another is that I must watch for plots being spun by the Kalchonikovs. They are reclusive, but possess considerable eldritch skill -- they are like cobras in the night when they choose to foray out. That, and I must research what is stressing the villagers so! For all three to send such significant sacrifices means that there is much that is concerning my charges!
What does change is that the women relax into the routine. They now offer their arms willingly to the ropes, they aren't shy about losing their clothes at the stream, and they offer their bodies willingly to my hands. Chasta still has me tie her for her massages, but once that is done, her body follows my sensual queues as well as the others. The women now know that my touch will bring pleasure at many levels. They are feeling some "rightness" in their situation.
The fourth morning I tell my ladies, "Your time of choosing between the dragon and a life elsewhere comes at dawn of the fourth day from now. Before that time comes you must each spend a night at my side. I tell you this now so that you may decide among yourselves the order of your sleeping."
That evening Paltrice stands at the door of the cell. She has picked a nightgown of sheerest muslin, and done her hair in a tight braid that starts midway up her head and snakes down to mid-back. Wisely she is perfumed, and wisely she has chosen little makeup or jewelry -- she knows I will be all over her body, and the makeup wouldn't stand a chance.
"Bind her." I say, and the other two bring up ropes. The three make quite a team, now. Paltrice arches her back and slides her arms far behind her. Anna wraps her lower arms while Chasta wraps her upper. Paltrice swings her head around, alternately watching me, the floor and behind her. That braid of raven hair moves about like a sensuous snake as she does, and her breasts bob in time with the tightening of ropes around her arms. In seconds her arms are covered with rope from wrist to forearm. I open the cell door, and she glides out. I lock the door behind her, and guide her to the bed that I have prepared near the cell -- all three ladies will learn from each night's experience.
I grasp Paltrice by her braid and guide her to beside the bed. She is familiar with my touch now, so she moves ahead of me in little steps, and changes her direction quickly and easily as I pull right or left on the braid. I bring her to a halt, and she waits -- half patiently, half expectantly. I circle her. I enjoy both her fine clothing and her fine figure. I bring up a hand, and I touch her as I circle... The muslin gown is held up by loose knots at the shoulder. I free one... I free the other.... The gown slides down around her feet... She is no longer shy or embarrassed as it does so. Good, the sessions at the creekside have taught her well. I admire her fine torso. She is slim, and the light highlights the subtle crease that runs up and down the center of her chest and tummy.
I spin her to face away and loose the ropes on her arms. She pauses before she brings them in front and massages her shoulders -- bondage pleases her now.
"Remove my clothes." I order her. She turns, and explores my body as she undoes the buttons on my gown. She starts with the sleeves, then moves to my neck. I don't have to tell her to be sensuous doing this. Ah... if she chooses to live, she will make a fine wife or concubine. And... I don't doubt she will. As the last of my clothes drop off, I take her by the arms, kiss her gently and we sink together into the bed....
In the morning Paltrice is giggling as she cuddles beside me. It is not early morning, and Anne and Chasta have been waiting, somewhat impatiently, for us to rise. They are already dressed.
"You could at least let us fix you breakfast." says Chasta.
"Hmm... Not a bad idea!" I say, and with an eldritch sweep of one arm, I rotate the lock mechanism on the cell, and the door opens. "Have at it... while I have at this fair maiden once more." I kiss Paltrice once more, and roll on top of her. She giggles again...
At the pond later that morning, she is quite dreamy, and the other two have to dunk her a couple times to wake her up. Yes, I am sure she will choose life, and it will be a good one for her.
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