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at the ready, he
matted the grass under the willow, placed a layer of animal hides,
and snuggled in. He lay there, staring at the twinkling curtain
above in the night sky. He tried to fall asleep in the saccharine
reminisce of his love, Crimson. Sleep came slowly, finding it
difficult to unravel the knots of an anxious lover.
     

Chapter III
    ~ Awakening ~

    Heavy doors closed behind Crimson, and she
could feel the intense humidity in the bathing room soak her body.
Her stockings and garters were removed, and then her blindfold was
untied, and allowed to fall to the floor.
    She studied the room and immediately noted
the bathing pool in the middle. The room was large, the fireplace
on the near wall was fronted with cauldrons of steaming hot water,
and the room was full of chambermaids and caretakers. The red-hot
embers of the wood filled the room with a soft glow of light; the
smell of burning oak and poplar mixed with jasmine and rose oil.
Wisps of steam sat on the surface of the large bathing pool, where
three other captives were cuffed and secured to metal fasteners in
the ceiling.
    The two guards released Crimson’s elbows and
the chambermaids took over their charge. They led her into the knee
high water. The water’s warmth felt good on Crimson’s soft skin.
Her mind was still recalling the pulsation and fluttering of her
body, the thunderbolts that struck every nerve and the sweet
seduction of her own passions. Her legs were heavy, awkward, and
weak under the burden of the recollection. Every touch by foreign
hands seemed purposeful, sensual, and they intensified the
lingering afterglow.
    The chambermaids lifted her right arm and her
wrist was placed into a leather cuff that hung from the ceiling.
Her left arm was tethered to her waist with the inside of her wrist
turned out. The other chambermaids tended to their captives.
    The rectangle pool was anchored on the
corners by marble statues of naked women and men, all the statues
had open mouths as if they were in a silent chorus and their marble
bodies glistened from the moisture in the air.
    To her left, Crimson saw a beautiful woman,
her right arm stretched to the ceiling. A chambermaid was bathing
her. The chambermaid sponged the hot water over the captive's black
hair. Streams of water snaked its way down her bronze colored face,
over her collarbone and dripped from her erect nipples into the
pool below. The cast of light from the fireplace made the vision
almost dreamlike, made the dark skinned woman even more beautiful
as light danced off the organic softness of her skin and reflected
in prism.
    Crimson surmised they were about the same
age. “My name is Crimson,” she said as she surveyed the other
captives in the room.
    The stranger turned, her caramel eyes met
Crimson’s. “I’m Sena. We can talk but softly. We do not want to
draw attention.”
    Across from the two women were two men, each
clasped in a leather cuff that hung from the ceiling. Both were
young, and the one opposite Crimson was handsome. She liked his
blonde hair and full pink lips. His young body was lean and
muscular. Even in the dimness, she could see ripples of muscle
across his torso. He was excited. His cock was rigid and pulsing
with every heartbeat. How could he not be? Crimson and Sena were
completely naked, and the chambermaids were dressed in a long
cotton blouse, the water wicked its way into the fabric and it
clung to the women’s bodies, highlighting the roundness of their
breasts and butts. They were in a sense moving statuettes.
Everything in the room was soft and sensual except for the nipples
of the women and the members of the men. Those body parts stood
proud and communicated the body’s quiet desire. Linked what they
saw in each other.
    All of the captives in the room were divine.
They were the reason chisels were taken to marble, why artisans
felt compelled to toil for days, weeks or years to create something
that would last forever.
    Crimson derived a great amount of