All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was suddenly very important to her to get out of as soon as possible and change back into her tunic.Without another moment's hesitation, she stood and quickly abandoned the floor, her eyes scanning for the nearest doorway and intentionally ignoring all else. As soon as she was through the door she veered into a nearby hall. For some reason she found she was breathing hard and her hands had begun to shake slightly. No doubt some strange after effect of her nerves just now catching up with her.Once she'd settled and felt certain she'd not been followed or found out, she made her way back to the statue where her tunic was hidden. She replaced it with the veil and instrument for Penelope to collect later, and was in the middle of refastening her tunic when a throat cleared behind her, making her jump and causing the pin of her broach to stab the meat of her thumb as she slid it into place.Subsequently her cry of surprise came out more like one of pain. She turned to see who had star

She rolled her eyes and turned to make a comment of her own about it not being literal at all, but he was already focused somewhere else. She saw the appreciative heat in his eye and followed the line of his gaze back to one of the dancers.Her oiled skin was dark and gleamed in the bright lights of the hall. Not as dark as Lady Nagi, more the color of a roasted Sardinian nut, and just as gleaming and smooth. At the moment she was on her knees and had bent backward toward them until the fullness of her lips and the rise of her naked breasts came into view. She arched her back, displaying their dark tips and perfect roundness most admirably.Calliope sighed again and slouched slightly into the pillows and back against the couch. She felt an urge to dislike the girl...but suppressed it easily enough. It wasn't her fault she was beautiful.It was just... that she'd seen Thelios looking at her with...that look he gets. But there was nothing that could be done about that. She'd merely have

She felt the color drain from her face. "Oh?" she asked softly. Was...was this anger for her then? Had he told him about the child. She felt her eyes prickle. "I...had intended to tell you tonight...""I know." He interrupted, and sighed, shaking his head. "The bastard. I still don't understand what he was thinking, or how he could have done this. It's so unlike him."Him? Phineas...oh thank gods. She felt the color return to her cheeks in a rush and it made her light headed."I'm sorry. Demitri said you were friends.""Past being the operative tense.""Is there anything I can do?""No." He looked down at his empty cup and placed it on the table, then beckoned her over. She was pleased to obey, even more so when he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. Confirming once more that his mood has nothing to do with her.She touched his face lightly. He said nothing more but simply held her there while he stared contemplatively at the far wall. Eventually she gave up

He was taunting her. She could hear it in his voice. His fingers were still moving inside of her, and her body was responding far more readily than she was comfortable with. "Well?" He pressed, with an uncharacteristic edge to his voice."No." She finally whispered. "No, I'm not sure." She waited for him to press her again, to further her embarrassment by making her admit the humiliating truth, a truth so obvious to them both as he plied her with his fingers and as she began to buck uncontrollably against them.But, apparently, that had been a satisfactory answer and he released her wrists completely.He moved away and as she turned her head she saw him straddle the couch behind her, his wrap discarded. Taking his cock in hand, he guided it towards her now slick folds. She closed her eyes again and groaned as she felt it make contact. It was as if a shock of lightening had flown straight up her spine only to explode somewhere in the back of her skull. Her eyes shot open again when a r

"It's different for everyone. My first master was somewhat unusual in that it didn't seem to bother him much when a slave turned up pregnant. Many human masters are careful to keep slaves from getting pregnant, as there's no guarantee the mother or child will survive. As I'm sure you know it's cheaper in the long run to purchase new slaves, or take them as prizes in battle, than to rear them up. I was a house born slave myself."Calliope knew this to be true and nodded. "Your parents were slaves then?""My mother was. She was a household slave.""Who was you father?"She could see the smirk on Penelope's face in the reflection of the mirror. "A king. But you'd be surprised how many slaves can claim something similar. And really who in this world isn't a slave? Citizens. That's it."Calliope had to chuckle at that. "Freemen.""Over thirty.""And holding land."Penelope chuckled as well at that. "And for every master, how many slaves?" She continued."We had fewer than many families, bu