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Path Not Taken, part 7 Candy watched in shock as Ity showed Hekenu Candy's bedroom and placed her clothing within a trunk inside of it. The slave would be expected to sleep with her unless told otherwise. The head servant then pulling the heavy curtains closed behind her, leaving Candy and the pleasure slave alone. The officer wasn't sure what to do about this new development. She had been there long enough to know that the woman's position was an honored one but disliked the idea of owning a living person. She stood there and didn't make a move. Hekenu saw that her new mistress was as lost as she was and decided it was up to her to begin. She slid her lightweight dress from her body, allowing it to pool at her feet and stood there nude. She paused only long enough to allow her owner to look her over then stepped closer, pressing her body against the giantess. Candy groaned. It had been too long since she felt the softness of another woman in her arms. She lowered her mouth to taste the beckoning lips below her own, brushing them gently at first then more firmly as the pleasure slave responded. Her hands moved against her will, stroking smooth skin and pulling her closer. The slave moaned and Candy slid her arms around the smaller woman, lifting her to place her on the padded bed. As Candy lowered her down, she saw that the woman was actually afraid rather than aroused. Cursing at herself for a fool, she tried to back away but her slave pulled on her arm, pleading with her eyes not to reject her. The officer knew that to refuse the offer of the bed warmer would mean that she'd be resold or punished. She just didn't know what to do now. Once again, Hekenu took matters into her own hands. She pulled Candy down until they were side by side and began using her skills to pleasure her mistress. Candy allowed it for a short time but the lack of obvious arousal in the young woman's eyes killed her own desires. It seemed so unfair that the woman had no choice but to please her or else. Candy felt something stir within her and she once again felt desire but not for her own pleasure. She wanted to please the frightened woman with her. It seemed only fair. Candy rolled Hekenu to her back and gently let her know that nothing was expected of her, to just remain there. The sex slave looked confused but did as she was told. She watched Candy's face come closer and once more they began kissing. Hekenu felt something was different. Her mistress didn't seem to wish anything more than to arouse her. Shouldn't she be concentrating on being the one who was taken to the garden of delight? At first, Hekenu was too nervous to respond but her mistress seemed patient and determined and she couldn't fight against her own responses. She became lost in the kiss and gentle touches that refused to hurry. The slave could only feel and was buffeted by the sensations. Her mistress' soft lips seemed to be everywhere, scorching her skin and driving her insane. She felt her nipples being taken into greedy lips and tugged, causing her womanhood to throb in tandem with each gentle pull. Those same lips traveled lower and lower and for the first time in her life, touched her intimately below. Hekenu gasped as a hot tongue joined in and she was unable to stop her hips from writhing. The slave only had one clear thought before her body was pushed beyond all endurance. That this was so different from the men who thrust into her body. Hekenu felt herself shatter into little pieces and blackness overtook her. Ity was relieved that new slave had been found satisfactory. She quietly walked into the room and pulled back the heavy curtains to allow the sunlight to brighten the room. The new slave and Kande were both asleep but they would awaken soon. The head servant paused. Something about the sleeping women seemed…wrong. Kande slept with her back towards the pleasure slave. It was the slave who clung instinctively to the larger woman. Ity sighed. She had failed. Her mistress felt nothing for the new slave other than lust. That would fade without the bond of emotions. Ity had hoped that having a pleasure slave would take Kande's attention away from their queen but knew that this slave would merely delay the inevitable. Kande would one day seek out Kameset and attempt to woo her. That couldn't be permitted. Kande stirred as she left the realm of sleep and looked up. Ity immediately placed a happier expression on her face to hide her own worries. "A good day to you, Mistress." Ity reached for the linen robe Kande usually wore when she arose and helped slip it over her broad shoulders. Kande tied it shut and headed for the small room that held the primitive toilet. Once finished there she freshened up at the large bowl that held warm water. She would bathe later after she had breakfast. During her absence from the bedchamber, Ity spoke with Hekenu. The newest slave felt at a loss. Kande found her attractive but that was all. Tears glistened in her eyes. The older servant felt compassion for her and drew her into her arms to comfort her. The moment she drew Hekenu to her, Ity felt something inside of her. Warmth permeated her very soul and she never wanted to let go of the beautiful love slave. Ity felt shame at this. Hekenu was not hers but Kande's. She stepped back away from the younger woman and noticed that the beautiful woman swayed when released and looked regretful. Did she feel it also? Kande returned to the bedchamber and placed a friendly kiss on Hekenu's cheek. For the first time in her long life, Ity felt jealous. She also resented the fact she was a slave and unable to place a claim on the one she felt drawn towards. The thought that her mistress would again have sex with Hekenu made her angry then ashamed. She had no right to feel this way. Ity quickly left the room after announcing that she would have breakfast ready momentarily in the outer chamber. She had to leave before Kande and her sharp eyes saw what was in her heart. Luckily for Ity, Candy had her mind on other things. Candy was in a quandary. Even though she had satisfied the slave she still felt a deep yearning of her own. Having sex had brought some measure of release she still felt empty. There was no connection with the slave. No feelings just sex. Sex with no emotional connection was like brushing ones teeth. It was needed but no real feelings were attached to the act. With these feelings on her mind Candy absentmindedly kissed the slave and wandered out of her room. She grabbed some dates for breakfast without thought and left her quarters. Her mind was on how she could possibly free Ity and her new slave. Slavery was against everything she believed in. So caught up in her musings, Candy missed the turn off to the fountain area where the children would normally be playing. When she finally realized that she had walked past where she was supposed to turn into the garden, Candy looked around and saw that she was hopelessly lost. She had no idea where she was. Just as she was about to turn around and retrace her steps she heard the clash of metal weapons. Remaining hidden within the shadows, Candy glanced to see what was happening. 'Could someone be attacking the palace?' she wondered to herself. What the officer discovered was a warrior practice field or outdoor salle. It looked like a training session for the palace guards. Watching the men at practice she now understand the reputation of the Nubian warriors. Their fighting didn't have the finesse of the modern warriors of her time, but what they lacked in skill they more than made up for in sheer aggressiveness. Candy wondered how they could keep that pace up. They were all out attacking at an incredible level. Other people would call warriors like these 'bezerkers'. Only these warriors were not out of control nor out of their minds with rage. They were in full control, making each movement count. Even watching them made Candy tired. These fighters could not be out-fought by strength alone. Only matching against them with skill and training could defeat them. Candy wondered out a few feet to where she saw a tree stump. It was probably used by the warriors as a seat, and sat down to watch. Several warriors stood to one side and one of them men spotted her and said something to one of the other men. That warrior suddenly got a very angry look on his face and glared at Candy. She merely looked back, trying to recall the man. When she refused to look away, he stepped apart from the group and headed for her, every step angry. Candy didn't know it but the furious warrior facing her was one of the palace guards that she had taken out in front of the queen. He was not a happy man, and felt like Candy had dishonored him. To be defeated in the presence of his queen was a shame he could hardly bear. He had told himself that it was merely a fluke and she had caught him unawares. She would not be so lucky again. He took a practice spear from the rack of weapons and defiantly embedded it into the ground near her feet. Candy glanced at the weapon then the guard who looked at her with such dislike. "If you insist," the officer told him, pulling the spear out of the soil. To be continued |