NovelEnglishThe other man laughed and agreed. He had no interest in sex with a slave, he assured Master Damien. His Mistress kept him and his Brothers quite content.
I was tired and my feet were sore as we walked back toward our quarters.
“Nap?” Master Christof said in English and I gasp.
“You understand English?” I asked and they grinned at me.
“The word was in your mind. There is not an equivalent in our Language. Rest is rest, no matter what tit is taken at,” Master Christof shrugged.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen we made it hthe men strippedof my outfit. Much like a child, I was put to bed for a nap. Thick blankets were pulled over my body and tucked securely around me. I curled into the covers and was asleep in a matter of moments.
The dreams were back. We were sitting outside in the mountains. The men were sitting around a crackling fire Looking at me.
“Why are we here?” Master Christof asked.
“Where is here?” I questioned. The men explained towhere we were. They pointed out the different places in the rugged terrain. I was curious, so it was a geography lesson.
I woke up to Evan’s smiling face above mine.
“You have strange dreams when you sleep,” he said simply. “We find it quite distracting.”
I was pulled to stand as I woke up. The places they tookin their memories were amazing. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, but I did love it.
Evan pulledto the closet where his Brothers were standing around. Since we were all dressed already, I didn’t understand.
“You belly dancing outfit will not fit you,” Christof explained.
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They had maintained a communication with the shopkeepers that outfitted the slaves. Fredrick had insisted they buy certain items last the sent them a message. Namely, more chain for my waist and other strange clothing pieces. At the tthey had found it odd, but he had insisted they would need it.
“That explains Fredrick’s strong desire to sell us this blue cloth,” I heard Kein say from the closet they kept their clothes in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe men were worried about what I would wear tonight. They wantedcovered in front of Ronal and his Brothers. Frankly, I was shocked. I was never covered. They only Letwear the belly dancing outfit for fun.
“We dislike their interest in you,” Damien said stiffly, watching Master Kein sort through fabric in the closet. “Apparently smen in the mountains are not like the Warriors in the compound.”
Evan’s face was twisted in a grimace as he remembered Ronal requesting I “entertain them”. Damien’s family had known men with slaves for many turns of the ringed moon. The honorable thing to do was ignore the slave. That’s what Damien and his Brothers always did.
Kein emerged victorious a moment later. In his hands were several swathes of deep blue.
“Fredrick said we would like it, now I see why,” Kein said shaking it out.
It was a wrap around style skirt, the size could be adjusted for my belly by tying it in a different place. In place of the hip scarf several silver coins hung around the edge of the skirt. The waves of blue mimicked my belly dancing outfit. For a top, Master Kein wrappedin an adherent blue gauze that clung to my curves only partially obscuring them.
It still seemed risque to me, but the men were satisfied.
They strippedof the new dancing outfit and placedback in my warm clothes to walk to dinner.
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