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Vanya stepped from the carriage and into the heat of the meridian sun. It was relatively windy out today. Its touch felt nippy against the slaveâs flushed skin. The only downside was it would periodically kick up sand, whipping it around her face.
In the distance, Vanya was able to spy a new profile stalking toward her. It moved gradually; almost as if the figure was feeble. She squinted her eyes to see through the arid horizon only to spot that the figure belonged to an elderly lady. Her long robes beat around her slender body with each step she took.
Vanya veered around towards the orderly, who was fretting not to lose her paperwork whenever a breath would strike them.
âWho is that woman?â She asked plainly.
âHm?â The man pushed a dark strap he wore over his hood down toward his forehead with a free hand, turning to look at who Vanya was referring to. âOh, yes!â He finally exclaimed. âThat is Lady Amina.â
Just after he said this, Vanya turned back around only to see that the older woman had already made it to them. A smile adorned her thin lips, one that looked warm and inviting at first glance.
âYou must be our newest slave.â Lady Amina rasped, waving a frail hand toward where she stood. âCome, girl. Follow me.â
Anya whipped her head back towards the orderly she had traveled here with. He nodded his head in consensus with Lady Aminaâs orders and so Vanya followed her out of the heat of the stables.
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The walk towards the main entrance to the estate wasnât too far. It was mostly silent, as it seemed the elderly woman was reserving her energy until they got back inside.
The women passed through two marbled pillars. Vanya nearly gasped at how beautiful they were, sparkling in the sunlight. Some sort of greenery had crept up the length of them; an occasional velvety blossom sprouting from the wild ivy.
âWowâŚâ Vanya breathed out. It felt as if she were turning her eyes in all directions trying not to miss anything else. How long has it been since sheâs seen a desert flower? Those were a rare sight. Lady Amina could sense the wonder emanating from the slave. Her dry lips cracked with how wide she smiled.
The two ladies ventured past more towering pillars and even a few man-made ponds that glimmered with turquoise waters. Vanya could spot small metallic fish darting around the waterâs edge, as well as a few larger, exotic-looking ones. - It was simply mind-boggling to her sheltered mind.
âKeep up, slave.â Lady Amina yapped. She was still grinning though. It didnât strike Vanya as if it were said out of impatience.
Picking up her pace, the new slave was quick to catch up with the older woman. It had seemed as if they arrived in front of two oversized doors. The handles appeared wildly bent and gold in color. Lady Amina stopped a few feet in front of them before clearing her throat loudly with expectation.
âMy apologies!â Vanya hurried to the doors and pulled them open, stepping aside so that the older lady could pass through. After Lady Amina found refuge inside, Vanya strode in and pulled the doors shut once more.
She couldnât quite believe what her honeyed eyes were seeing, but even the interior of the palace matched the outside in magnificence.
Upon first inspection whenever walking in the foyer, Vanya saw that the walls were cerulean. It had intricate gold trim borders and was garnished with many hanging plants, and what looked to be priceless paintings. Stain glass lanterns hung at each corner of the room. Two windows rested on either side of the double doors they had entered through. The windows adorned a set of sheer orange-tinged curtains. - Everything was so luminous and alive here. Vanya could feel herself surging just from the incredible change in scenery.
âImpressive, huh?â Lady Amina gloated, still amused. âWe mustnât dally. Itâs time to meet one of the other slaves.â
âJust one of them?â It seemed strange to Vanya that she wouldnât meet them all at once.
âYes.â Lady Amina insisted. âFirst slave Sihana will be showing you to the bathhouse to get cleaned up after the long trip here. Donât worry, youâll meet everyone in due time.â This was followed by a raspy laugh.
The older woman led the newest slave out toward the back left corner of the foyer to where a spiraled staircase was. Its rails appeared crystal-like and the stairs themselves seemed to be tiles that were Moroccan styled.
At the top of the staircase was a beautiful young woman adored in mauve robes. She peered down at the other two with a thoughtful smile. âWelcome back. Is this the new girl?â
âYes. You know what to do with her by now donât you?â Lady Amina pressed.
âYes, maâam. I certainly do.â Sihana bounded down the steps with ease before stopping a few feet shy of the new slave. She still wore an unmistakable smile. Her eyes are a molten brown, similar to Vanyaâs. Sihana stood several inches shorter than her as well and appeared to be more petite. Her rich auburn hair was tied up in a loose bun with a few coiled strands falling in front of her eyes. âTime to follow me now.â She chimed out in a voice that was rather alluring.
Vanya turned away from Lady Amina and was now hot on the younger womanâs trail. They walked back through the foyer and went through another hallway that had a tremendous entranceway in the back which was shrouded by a colorful beaded curtain. - The two slaves walked in unison with each other until reaching the entrance way which already had a sweet, floral scent coming from within. The sound of bubbling water could also be heard.
âThis is the washroom,â Sihana clarified. âI have been tasked to clean you.â
Vanya could feel the color rising to her face. She was confident in her ability to clean herself but wasnât going to assert herself with the head-slave.
Parting the curtains; Sihana walked inside and Vanya was quick to follow. It was a large room with cool stone flooring. A considerable-sized pool rested in the center. It was a very open area with bay windows that offered little to no privacy. - Its decor is similarly designed to the entranceway of the estate.
âThis is where us slaves bathe,â Sihana said as a matter of fact. âUndress yourself please.â
Vanya could feel a shyness taking over but she was quick to obey and step out of her plain clothes. Her breasts bounced freely from the confines of her robes. The cool breeze coming in from the windows still felt so good against her now nude form. Vanya made sure to take everything off and untie her long, braided hair. Leaving her dark tress wild and curly against her sun-kissed complexion.
âGood.â Sihana nodded. Motioning her to step into the clear waters of the pool.
There was a bit of hesitation now, but Vanya slowly dipped herself inside, lowering her curvaceous body to find comfort in the bath. Once she seemed situated and cozy, Sihana began to pour various opaque soaps and shampoos into the waters. Mixing them with her hand so that bubbles were forming all around Vanya.
She then dipped a sponge into the tepid bath and began to wash around her sisterâs slender shoulders and collarbone in wide motions. Vanya could feel her heart racing, sheâd never been bathed by a woman before and it was strangely arousing to her exposed body.
Sihana dipped the sponge back down before gently moving it in circles over Vanyaâs endowed bust. It seemed she didnât miss a beat, even taking the time to softly wash her sister slaveâs peach-colored nipples, which were already perked in complete arousal.
Vanya sucked in a breath, trying to center her thoughts from the overwhelming warmth that was invading her body; particularly between her legs. It would seem as if First slave Sihana could pick up on the tension, moving her bare hand to sweep between the other womanâs legs. Her fingers cupped Vanyaâs hot sex before dipping inside to press against her slick petals. Allowing deft fingers to encircle her swelling clit for just a moment.
Vanya was declining eye contact but Sihanaâs delicate voice told her it was okay to look. âDonât worry.â She said. âThis is a perfectly normal response.â
There was an almost uneasy silence before Sihana continued speaking. âSlaves can pleasure one another but your first orgasm has to be from our Master.â The hand retreated just as Vanya felt herself tensing under her masterful fingers.
Sihana offered a reassuring smile to Vanya; whose face had grown into a more bashful expression before returning the sentiment. Enjoying the rest of her bath in silence, despite how she felt dazed and overwhelmed with arousal from the entire situation.
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