Chapter 6: Arrival in Dacia

The slave woman disappears for a moment. She’s carrying a bucket of water when she returns. I’m instructed to crouch down and she promptly tips the water over me. The process is repeated several times until I am shivering from the cold water. Next, she grabs hold of the chain linked to my collar and pulls me into a standing position. I’m wobbly on my legs and she holds my chain tight until I’m steady on my feet. I can’t walk normally because of the restraints around my ankles, but being out of the cage nevertheless feels like freedom.

She produces a cloth and proceeds to scrub the dirt from my body. She avoids touching the sores on my wrists and ankles caused by the restraints. However, she rinses clean water over my wounds. It’s painful, but not unbearably so. Once she’s cleaned everywhere she can reach, she tips the remaining water it into a channel in the yard where we are located.

Then she repeats the whole process again. Once she’s satisfied that I’m ready, she signals to another Briniates woman who has arrived in the meantime. The new arrival doesn’t introduce herself but I later learn that her name is Noemi. She inspects the slave’s work and then tells the slave to leave. Noemi is about my age and is clearly a freewoman. She locks an ornate iron chastity belt around my lower parts.

“You must be thirsty,” says Noemi. “Here, drink this.”

I obey even though I suspect the cloudy drink contains some form of potion. Sure enough I detect the aftertaste of an aphrodisiac. It’s not the same one that was given to me in Cambris, but certainly one I’ve tasted before. Memories of periodically wearing a chastity belt in the Quenier brothels flood into my mind. Despite my predicament, I’m reaching an extreme state of sexual arousal.

I’m so intent on satisfying my burning need for sexual pleasure that I barely notice what is happening. I don’t object when Noemi orders me to lie down on the stone floor of the yard. My hands reach between my legs and I try to satisfy my burning need. But the chastity belt is far too effective to allow me to pleasure myself. I try moving my loins in the hope that the pressure of my swelling vagina against the iron bar between my legs will trigger a release. But the chastity belt is as well designed as my collar. Noemi plays with my breasts, which turns me into a helpless slave to her whims. I’m panting in frustration by the time a palace guard arrives to take me into Alejo’s presence.

The journey is mercifully short, although I’m fooling myself if I think I’ll be granted release when we reach our destination. I can only hope the effect of the aphrodisiac will dissipate soon, and allow me to regain control of my body. That seems unlikely. I’ve been given the potion for a purpose. My escort has me shuffle into a large meeting hall. I stop my desperate play only long enough to steady myself and take in my surroundings. Unable to find satisfaction between my legs, I’ve resorted to playing with my breasts. It doesn’t really help as it simply drives me wilder with lust and desire.