“Now, pet,” Master chastened, taking on the even voice he used when he was teaching her. “You have been taught to answer all of Master’s questions truthfully and to the best of your ability, have you not?” Dacia nodded. “Come,” was all he said, and extended his hand to her. She took it and he drew her to him. He turned her around so that she was again facing the expanse of the terrace. He placed his hands high on her shoulders near her neck. “Show me.”

Dacia trembled as she looked out at the guests. She hoped beyond hope that the young man had tired of the depravity and left. Or that he had taken some other young slave girl down the hallway to the secret room and was currently having his way with her. Or maybe best of all, he was just a phantom, a figment of her lust.

Master sensed her hesitation and Dacia thought she felt a stifled laugh rumble in his chest. He slid his right hand over her shoulder and down her arm. He took her hand in his and raised it to shoulder level. Master pointed his finger then, beginning off to their right, swept across the crowd.

He first settled on a middle aged man in wine colored robes. Dacia recognized him as Rasim, a priest of Heilaneh. He had jovial, boyish features, but his short black hair was greying at the temples. They had in fact had sex before when Master had donated her for use in a fertility ritual. His tongue was quite skilled. Dacia had cum twice before the… athletic sex that followed left her spent and gasping for air. The experience was quite pleasant, but not what she hungered for tonight. Dacia shook her head.

Master moved on. Next, he paused on the dancer she had noticed earlier. She looked lovely in her sheer black body suit. The magical light gave the sweat on her athletic body an alluring hue. Dacia didn’t doubt it would be delightful to kiss those full lips, or better yet, have them roaming between her legs, but no. Dacia shook her head again.

Master resumed, and then, “Ah ha!” And there he was, now sitting on one of the stone benches that ringed the central pool which tonight was decorated with floating orchids. Dacia winced, but her heart began to race. Her tail began to sway rapidly. Beating a steady rhythm on Master’s chest.

Before she could even give a defeated nod, Master stepped around her and approached the railing. “Let’s see what we have here.” Dacia watched him observe the young man for several moments, appraising him. It felt as if all of the blood in her body had rushed to her head. Her face blushed. She couldn’t feel her hands and the felt like her legs would stop supporting her it any moment due to her trembling. She wanted to run to him and distract him. Give this young man a chance to run away. “What would Master do to him? She had heard him discuss doing terrible things to people who had crossed him. He had never let her see, of course. Well, there was the one time he came horribly close to cutting out the tongue of the man who spoke inappropriately to her…. Surely he wouldn’t. But Master had placed her there and she dared not move.

“You know this young man?” he asked. Dacia shook her head. “Why him?” Dacia stood like a child with a broken vase at her feet. Eyes down. Instead of speaking, her hands just ground together nervously. She couldn’t tell him. He would be so angry. “If I am to put my baloven in the hands of a complete stranger, there must be a very good reason, yes?”

Dacia looked turned her eyes up to him. He had turned to face her and was leaning casually against the railing. Oddly so, she thought. His gaze was intense, but as before, he wasn’t angry. He wanted to know, he insisted on it, but not to punish her, but because he wanted to understand. Dacia felt safe, emboldened. In a moment she blurted it out. Each hand was a fist, with the index fingers pointing at each other. She twisted them violently. “He will hurt me.”