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The inn was larger, finer and more expensive than the one Dana had lived and worked in, and it was very crowded. It had handwritten menue lists on every table and silvern candelabers on them. The ashtrays were of gray stone, heavy and adorned with ornaments.
The maids wore short skirts and tight fitting corsages of shiny gray leather, her shoulders, arms and legs were bare. All were sweating and in constant motion, whirling around the tavern hall.
Dana watched them with deeply felt sympathy. It must be much more stressful to work here than in HER inn.
The guests were mostly merchants, noblewomen and others of high birth or great wealth.
The blondes heart jumped at seeing two tanned brunette ladies strongly reminding her of the slave hunters in the inn back in Moravan, but these two wore long skirts, blouses with wide sleeves and were adorned with much gold and jewels, and they had no weapons.
Probably from the same country as the Donna Bondas, Liganor in the south, but definitely other women.
As Dana couldnt read the menue card, Tashmal choose for them both. The meal was the best Dana ever had in her young life. The sauce was delicious, the meat like a caress to her tongue, and the potatos and other vegetables fresh and warmed just to the right temperature.
She drank applejuice, just as Tashmal, and it was fresh and delicious too. Her hunger was stilled long before all bowles were empty.
The mylady on the other hand, continued to stuff food between her sweet, now light green lips without pause or signs of satisfaction of her needs. How such a small and slender person could eat so much was a mystery to Dana.
She wanted to have her after the meal smoke, but custom forbade to lit up as long as someone at the table was still eating, and the minutes passed and Tashmal made no signs of stopping.
"You may light up, if you like, no problem, sweet maid." the brunette said with a full mouth.
Her manners were lacking again, Dana noticed. She had thought Achaias were all very sophisticated and delicate, but that seemed not the case. At least mylady definitely needed a good smacking on her buttocks, but Dana was hardly the one to deliver it to her mylady.
"I can wait, mylady, thank you."
Tashmal shrugged and opened another, as of yet untouched bowl full of meat and sauce. She waved for a maid, and quickly one of the girls appeared at their table. The brunette pointed with her fork at the empty apple juice bottle and said something what came out like a muffled gag scream, as she didnt stop chewing.
The blonde quickly said:
"Another bottle of apple juice, please."
The maid bowed very deeply , send Dana a VERY hot look and said:
"At once, mylady."
She was gone and Dana starred after her. She had called her "mylady". Was she really looking like a mylady? She shook her head slightly, mouthed a cigarette and lit it, blew out smoke, took it between her gloved fingers, and only then realized how bad she was behaving.
But Tashmal paid her no attention. She had opened another bowl, filled with strange, worm like pink things.
Tashmal blurted something. With difficulty, Dana could translate it into:
"Rivershrimps. I love rivershrimps."
She continued, already chewing on one of the pink things:
"My shelter mother used to catch them herself in the river."
Despite myladys bad manners, Dana had to smile. This was the first private detail her heroine had let out about herself.
The blonde stored the information in her mind like a gleaming juwel into a treasure chest.
In the cultures of the white race, the woman actually giving birth to a child was universally referred to as "birth mother" , which meaning was quite obvious.
The other woman in the companionship was called the shelter mother, for reasons not so obvious.
The meaning was hotly debated among  wise women of the white cultures, and the debate was nearly as old as the one about the vanished males of Matria. The male debate revolved around the mystery why nature had created male and female forms of animals with both needed for reproduction, while humans could reproduce through the sex between two females.
In other words, what purpose in nature had male humans served, while they still existed. The old statues and pictures showed them to be ugly as orks, and the thought of their fleshy phallus entering ones vagina was disgusting for every woman with her mind and soul intact. How could this rod be as good and arousing as a leather or latexa sheeted dildo? And it even didnt stay rigid, as the phalli of the male animals of Matria suggested.
And their sperma? Hardly as tasty and soft as love honey out of a vagina or the creamy creations magical dildos produced. To take the thought further, had their ever been women taking those rods into their mouths to take pleasure from sucking on them and being gagged by them? Even the dark goddesses didnt think of such a disgusting practice.
But we have left our story. Back to blonde Dana and the bad mannered small heroine of hers.
Dana had finished her smoke and drank from the new apple juice which had arrived in the meantime, when Tashmal finally stopped chewing, put down her fork and groaned:
"Uff. I am so full, sweet maid. I can hardly move."
Thats your own fault, little mylady, the blonde thought with something akin to affection.
But she didnt voice her observation, as she still considered herself to be in no position to criticize her mylady and heroine.
The Achaia led out another "Uff" and reached for her Shalimos.
The unlit stick firmly between her glossy light green lips, she offered Dana the blue pack, saying around the cigarette:
"Want one too? We have to get you away from those Haguros, thats no brand for a young elegant lady like you, sweet maid."
Dana took a stick from the blue pack, thanked mylady and gave both of them a light with a match.
The Shalimo tasted as good as the first one Dana had smoked in the fateful night in the old inn.
She indulged in the smoking of the cigarette, watched Tashmal do the same, with the usual mild arousal.
"I think Laxago might be a good brand for you. It has a clear fresh taste, mainly vanilla, and mild aphrodisiaka. Its one of the so called "light" brands."
"I never smoked it. I will give it a try."
Dana started to feel dizzy. A giggle came up her throat. Oh, that again. She giggled once more. Tashmal eyed her with mild amusement.
At the table to her left were four young pretty ladies in short silken tunics, their legs and arms sheeted in differently colored Latexaskin.
The blonde had noticed them before, but despite them all wearing this wonderful latexa at their limbs, good manners forbade that she starred to obvious at them.
Now she eyed them with barely hidden lust. One of the girls, her tunic blue, the latexa gloves and stockings of silvern color, noticed her intense stare and turned to face her.
She had white blonde shoulder length hair and eyes as blue as Danas own.
Dana let out:
"You look so hot in that stuff. Beautiful and hot."
The girl was first puzzled, but than started to smile.
"Thank you mylady. Your wear is just as pretty and hot, and your blonde mane is wonderful."
She didnt mention Danas breasts, but her eyes rested on them.
The ex-maid giggled and said:
"I would like to make love with you, silvern latexa girl."
The girl laughed and purred:
"That can be arranged, mylady."
Tashmal entered the conversation, and a detached part of Danas mind wondered why the Achaian hadnt done so sooner.
"Excuse my companion, young civa, she had too much wine and Shalimos. My love is seriously drunk."
"Oh, I didnt know you are companions, Madamelle. My sincere apologies."
"No reason to apologize. Nothing happened. I wish you a pleasant evening and night, young civa."
"I wish you the same, Madamalle you and your companion. Hopefully she wont have a too bad cat in the morning. "
The silver latexa girl and Tashmal bowed their heads before each other, and the young lady turned back to her three friends.
Dana managed to say:
"Why am I not allowed to make love with this latexa girl? I am not a child. I had my First Pleasures years ago. Look at my boobs, are that the boobs of a child?"
Tashmal still wore this light smile of mild amusement, but she didnt answer Dana.
She waved for a maid. Soon one appeared.
"A carafe of ice water and one, no two Alumos please."
She waited till the items were brought. Meanwhile Dana eyed the other guests, noticing pretty faces, nice breasts, hot boots and arousing Latexawear here and there, constantly giggling. One of her gloved hands wandered down to her sex and started to press against it through her trousers.
"Stop that immediately, silly one."
Tashmals tone was so sharp and crisp Dana immediately obeyed. Her head cleared somewhat.
"Something is wrong with me, mylady. Its the Shalimo.  These sticks do me no good."
"Obviously you react very strongly to this brand. Some women do. Thats this way with every brand."
"Try instead one of those."
She put a cigarette between Danas black lips.
The ex maid  sucked at the blonde filter.
"I dont like that taste. Its boring. Reminds me of milk, mylady."
Tashmal lit a match and reached over to Dana.
"Lit up, smoke, and try to be quiet. Imagine yourself gagged. On second thought, better not. You might cum by simply thinking of that right here amidst all this well mannered ladies. Simply try not to speak. Smoke, inhale often and deeply. Yes, thats fine, sweet maid."
"I dont like this stick. Like milk and tea without sugar. A disgusting mixture."
"Continue smoking it."
"As you order, my mylady."
"Good. Now drink of this water. Fine, you are doing fine. Now, dont look at the booted legs of this passing redhead.  Drink. Now, another cigarette."
"So soon again? I am not a chain smoker. Thats a sin and a sign one is under the spell of a dark aspect."
"Less talking, more smoking."
"Mmmh, baah, another one of these milktea sticks. I already hate them. Which girl would voluntarily smoke them?  What brand is it."
"Inhale once more. Good. Its Alumo, the snow white pack.  They really taste like milk and their main substances are of a healing nature."
"Alumos! I have heard of those. Never saw someone smoking them. Now I know why."
"Inhale."
"Must I, mylady?"
"You must. Right down to the filter. Obey or I will let you smoke a third one."
"Please no, mylady."
Dana had finished the second Alumo too, and drank more ice water, to clear her mouth and tongue of the taste of the sticks.
She slowly noticed that her dizziness was gone. And she felt no urge to giggle. She suddenly remembered the scene with the girl in silvern latexa and reddened deeply. How could she?
Tashmal watched her closely, then nodded slowly.
"You seem cured. Lets head upstairs. We need some sleep. And I didnt like the look this slut over there is giving you."
"The one in the knee high white boots and the red tunic? With the brown chin long hair?"
"Exactly she."
"What is it with her? Perhaps she simply like my boobs. Most women like my boobs, mylady. I am used to that."
"Please stop calling your ample bossom by this name."
"As you wish, mylady."
"I am looking forward to the day when you start calling me Tashmal. Anyway, back to this slut. Perhaps she is only hot, but perhaps it is something else. Fact is, she is watching you the whole evening, drinking water, smoking Kaskago, the brand of warriors and thieves. She cant be very bright, otherwise she would have filled the Kaskagos into a pack of a different color. She is nervous, biting her nails often, they are very short and her fingertips even bloody here and there.  While smoking, she inhales very deeply and often, either a sign of nervousness or arousal, and the Kaskagos suggest the former.  If a criminal, she is not interested in simple money, as in the hall there are several very wealthy, very young and very dumb ladies without guards or weapons, and we two are armed and have fit, muscled bodies."
"You have observed and deducted all that about her? You cant even see her from where you are sitting."
"There is a big mirror under the ceiling. Look up."
"Oh yes, I see. But I can hardly make her out there. Let alone see such details as bloody fingertips."
"I smoke Kaskago too, sweet maid."
"You, but your pack.."
"Is filled with Kaskagos. The two Shalimos I gave you are from the small contingent I keep in the pack for occasions where I offer other women a smoke. I can discern them from the Kaskagos by small ink dots I made in the back end of the filters by writing feather."
"You are so clever, mylady."
"Nonsense, silly one. Thats standard practise and as old as smoking itself. Even the Deathknightresses of Kerke learn it at their academies, and they are not known for their cleverness or subtelty."
"I still have so much to learn."
"Dont worry, you learn well and quick, booted beauty. Now lets head upstairs. When we pass the slut in question, send her one of your hot stares. I want to see how she reacts to that. Will you manage that?"
"I think so, mylady."
Tashmal just nodded to that and rose, fetching her cigarettes and matches from the table. She said aloud:
"I am still so full, my love. No sex tonight, I cant move with such a stomach."
She let out a loud belch, and several heads sviveled in her direction.
"Upps. Sorry. Come, my love, lets go upstairs."
Tashmal went to the stairs, her stride resembling that of a pregnant woman in the eight month.


Now that Dana knew that myladys bad manners were just a role she played like an actress, while she had been alert during the entire evening, she had no problem tolerating her behavior.
Tashmal was even quite cute in this role, Dana had to admit. She followed the brunette.
They approached the woman in question. She was pretty, or could have been, were it not for her bad haircut, sloppy make up and slight overweight.
Dana stared at her as ordered. Intense. She imagined a latexasheeted, bound and gagged Tashmal on a bed, wriggling and mmpphing in helpless arousal. This way her hot stare at the other woman was quite convincing. As a final touch, one of her hands reached for one of her own breasts, slightly squeezing it.
The "slut" as Tashmal had called her - what a bad, cruel word - looked up and met Danas gaze. Her eyes first widened, then took on an expression she probably thought to be hot too.
Dana was not convinced. She passed the woman and reached the stairs, followed Tashmal upstairs.
In the corridor before their room she said to the mylady:
"She feigned sexual interest. But she is definitly not hot. She smelled of fear and a substance I dont know. Somehow ill."
"You have a very fine nose, sweet maid. And you even dont smoke Kaskagos."
Tashmal opened the door with their room key and they entered.
The Achaian sat down on the edge of the large single bed and sighed.
"I had planned other things for our first night back in the civilization, but it cant be helped.  We have to deal with this slut. I suspect she is the scout for a whole group of women, probably criminals."  
"What will we do mylady?"
"We wait. If they attack, we will be ready."
The brunette rose again, opened her rucksack und produced her two tiny crossbows. She busied herself with putting some blue oil from a tube on two of the small bolts and then loaded the weapons with them.
"What is this oil, mylady?
"A strong paralyzing poison. Its called Siff-Siff and its out of Mambakalor, the black continent. Its painful, but non deadly and does no permanent harm. It will paralyze a womans body for about 10 minutes, more than enough to bind and gag the victim. As I said, its very painful in its side effects, and its usually enough to threaten the victim with it, as no one really wants to experience the pain. "
Dana nodded. Tashmal gave her one of the crossbows.
"Think you can handle it? Be careful, the trigger is delicate."
"Yes mylady."
The Achaian lit another cigarette, Kaskago, as Dana now knew.
"It cant do harm if you smoke a Kaskago too. Here."
The blonde took the stick, lit it and inhaled. It had a sharp, metallic taste, not bad, but strange.  She was curious to its effects. The cigarettes substances soon set to work.
Danas vision became very sharp, her hearing improved to the point that she could hear a pair making love in another room down the corridor, and the snoring of a woman from another direction.
Her nose, already a very delicate organ, could smell Tashmals love tube, which aroused her again a bit.  There was also a strange, ugly odor, very weak. She sniffed and confirmed that it was the siff-siff poisons smell.
She heard what was unmistakable a match being lit, but it must be in another room too. That was amazing.
The Kaskago had more effects. She felt strong, as if she could run for hours and lift a big stone up over her head. She seemed to feel every muscle of her body. Curious, Dana tried to move some remote muscles she hadnt even known to exist before, and it worked, perfectly so.
And the most surprising thing was that time seemed to move decidedly slower. She shook her head and reached for the ashtray. Her arm moved like a lightning and she missed the tray, ashing  beside the item.
Tashmal chuckled.
"Steady, sweet maid. Time runs slower for you now, but your own movements keep the normal speed. Meaning you are quicker than before. Try to get used to it. It can be a great advantage in combat, but at first you will have difficulty to handle it. Dont expect too much of it though. Most of your enemies will have smoked Kaskago too."
"Thats my brand. I want to smoke those sticks, like you."
The brunette chuckled again.
"So my sweet maid wants to become a warrior? A knightress in shiny armor? Rescuing helpless princesses from slave hunters and orks? Slaying poor Rondakas by the thousands?"
"Mylady mocks me again. I really want to be a warrior."
"We will speak again about this issue after you have killed your first enemy."
 The blonde went silent. Dana hadnt thought about killing, but mylady was right, that was what warriors did for a living. She wanted to kill no one. Benit, goddess of love and peace abhorred of that, and she worshipped Benit above all other aspects.
That was a problem, for her wish to become a deathknightress too. Then she would have to worship Kerke. She thought about that for a while. Time passed. She got sleepy. The effects of the last cigarette started to wore off. They had lasted about twenty minutes.
The blonde fell asleep. She woke up from a gloved hand pressing down on her mouth.
It was Tashmals hand, who whispered.
"Quiet. There is someone outside before the door. Three of them."
Dana nodded. The crossbow was in her lap, and she took it up again. She sat upright. Tashmal  and the blonde sat side by side on the bed, facing the door, the crossbows ready.
Suddenly, there was a hiss, and a kind of fine white fog protruded out of the key holes door, rapidly filling the room.
"Try to hold your breath." the Achaian hissed and rose very quickly. In a moment she was at the door and had opened it wide.
Our  ex maid could make out three women in the dark corridor, one was carrying a latexabag with some kind of nipple at the top. The white fog protruded from there. The two others, quite large persons, hold big clubs of hardened latexa. All three seemed quite surprised, the one with the bag, it was the white booted brunette from the hall, even let out a shrill scream.
Everything was over before Dana had time to do anything. Tashmal fired her crossbow, hitting one of the large woman with the bolt. The victim went down immediately, her body shaking in painful looking spasms.
The small brunette shrank back, dropped the latexa bag, turned and started to run for the stairs.
Tashmal attacked the second musclewoman with a kick of a booted leg. There was an ugly sound as the booted feet hit a kneecap. The big woman screamed in pain, and went down on one knee. Her latexa club smashed into Tashmal. The brunette seemed to be unaffected and her folded fists came down into the enemies face. Again the ugly breaking sound, and the musclewoman went down, writhing in pain.
By now, the whole inn seemed awake. Doors opened, and voices demanded to know what was going on.
Dana heard someone scream outside:
"Let me go! Take your hands of me!"
"Dont think so, little robber."
She ran to Tashmal, who was holding her left upper arm and was panting heavily.
The blonde was a bit shaken. She had learned an important lesson. Combat was short and violent.
Her determination to become a warrior had taken a blow.
"Everything okay, booted maid."
Tashmal looked down at the two musclewoman, one paralyzed, but awake, the other out with a broken knee and nose. They wore unpolished brown leather, one was blond, the other brownhaired.
People reached them.
Dana heard:
"Let me go,  you dirty cunts!"
"Someone has to close your dirty mouth, robber. We need a gag, a tight one."
"No, I... MMPPHH! UMMPPH!"
"Strip and bind the criminal."
"Someone call the cityguards."
"Already done, mylady."
"Good. Dont struggle so much, robber."
At the door, several women, in nightgowns, or latexa underwear, or completely naked, had started tying up the musclewomen with ropes, which seemed to be in attendance aplenty. Gags were shoved into slack mouths and secured. The binding wasnt done until both criminals had been stripped completely.
"You are wounded, Madamelle!"
It was the white blonde girl in silvern latexa from the hall. She was naked save for her long latexa stockings  and gloves and a broad, tight latexa band around her waist.
"Its not serious, civa. I will be okay."
The white fog, probably a sleeping gas, had evaporated in the meantime. A tall woman with well defined muscles and open long blonde hair, a sword in hand, wearing a silken black night gown, asked Tashmal:
"What about your wound?"
"Its only of a latexa club. And it didnt hit me that hard."
"I have healing oil in my room. That should do nicely."
"Dont bother, mylady warrior. We have oil ourselves, thank you. My companion will oil me."
The tall blonde nodded.
Dana saw that the third assailant, the little one in white boots, had been caught by others, and was already stripped, bound and gagged. She struggled mightily, but to no avail, in her bounds.
She saw that, despite her dismissing words, Tashmal was in pain.
"Would an Alumo help?" she asked.
"It would, but I dont want one."
"I see."
So, the mylady dindt like the sticks too.
The situation cleared quickly. Soon thereafter the city guard arrived, taking the three criminals into custody. Everyone went back into their rooms. The mistress of the house seemed very embarrassed and offered Tashmal the service of a pleasure slave for free.
To Danas surprise, the Achaian accepted that.
The small brunette talked shortly with the Weibel of the city guards, telling her she knew nothing about the motives of the attackers and had never seen them before. According to her, she and Dana were companions on the journey to Achaia.
The Weibel was not to friendly, especially as she heard that the two ladies were companions. She sent Dana a disgusted look at that. It seemed to be  a sin to marry an achaian whore.
When the city guards had left with the prisoners, and they were alone in their room again, Tashmal exclaimed:
"Klish! That hurts!"
She took of her left glove and revealed a swollen upper arm, already in a dark blue.
"Sweet maid, take the white tube from my rucksack. You will oil my arm."
She sat down on the bed and reached for her cigarettes.
Dana opened Tashmals rucksack and searched for the oil. She tried not to register the other items here, as that would by an assault on myladys privacy. But she couldnt help but register the surprisingly large blue dildo in the sack. She dismissed it and continued her search. Having found the white tube, she sat down beside her mylady.
The blonde removed her left glove, opened the tube and filled her fingertips with the thick, creamy yellow oil.
Very softly, she began rubbing it into Tashmals arm. The brunette hissed and took a dag at her filmu that her cheeks were deeply sucked in. Then she relaxed.
"You do this well, booted maid. Maybe you should become a healer instead of a warrior."
"Does it still hurt?"
"The pain is declining, the oil is strong. Its the most expensive one can get. It had to be good, otherwise the shopkeeper were I bought it  would have to regret it. Dont worry, the injury will be gone in two or three days. Until then, I will have to go without left glove, its quite swollen, this arm. A fashion fauxpas hurting my feelings more than this wound hurts my body."
There was a knock at the door.
It was a maid of the inn, guiding at a leash a bound and gagged female, the pleasure slave.
The slave was very young, about Danas age, and she was a Rondaka, a race with red-brown skin, dark hair and eyes and of slender built, but taller than the Achaias. They lived in the East in a vast realm in many different states and tribes and were constantly in war with each other and the West. Or so it was said. It was also said, that they were all warriors and very cruel and wild, but  as with the Achaian artisans and whores, Dana knew that couldnt be true.
The girl wore shiny black latexa gloves and stockings and was otherwise naked. A steel collar was around her neck and her hands were behind her back in manacles. Manacles, with a short chain between them, were at her knees too, so that she could only make very small steps.
A broad black leather gag, buckled shut on the backside of her neck, covered her lower face. Her black hair  fell openly down to her waist. Her dark eyes, wearing fine make up, had an angry expression.
While Tashmal talked with the maid, Dana mustered the slave. Their eyes met. Dana shrank back. There was pure hatred in this eyes. And this was a pleasure slave?
Tashmal had received from the maid a red pack of malegos, the cigarettes of lust and pleasure. The maid was now gone, and Tashmal had taken the leash of the slave.
"Kneel!" she snapped.
Slowly, clearly deliberately too slowly, the Rondaka went down to her knees. Her head was high, she starred at the far wall.
"How can we have pleasure with her, if she hates us? Look at her eyes, mylady."
"All Rondakas hate the white race. Thats due to the things Whites have done to them. And most Whites hate the red race. That dates back to the RED FLOOD, the great invasion of the West by the Reds a few hundred years back.  Furthermore, Rondakas make bad slaves. They never stop fighting for freedom.  But dont worry. The young lady will soon be only to eager to please us. Besides, we can have fun with her without her consent.
I am surprised she is so beautiful. Must have cost many dublones. Probably hot too."
She fastened the leash to a metal ring before the bed.
"Well, sweet maid, now we will get some fun after all tonight."
With that she started to strip, but left her boots and the right glove on. After a moments hesitation, Dana did the like.
She was more than a bit nervous, first because of the slave, and second because she would make love with mylady.
Naked save for boots and gloves, the two met before the bed. Tashmal touched Danas breasts, lightly. The blondes nipples were hard and errect. Dana reached out and put an arm around Tashmals small waist. She smelled myladys love honey. The Achaian was aroused, just as she was.
They kissed, softly. The kiss grew in intensity, their tongues explored their lovers mouth. Dana took Tashmal into a tight embrace, her right gloved hand pressing a milk white buttock cheek. The Achaian gasped and pressed her body against Danas.
Tashmals green gloved right hand found the blondes sex and started to caress it. Dana let out a small scream.
They parted briefly. The blonde reached out and opened Tashmals hair knot with quivering fingers. Openly, the brunettes hair fell to her shoulders.
A third person was heard in the room, the slave was mmpphing in her gag. Dana looked over. The Rondaka, still kneeling as ordered, watched them, clearly aroused.
Tashmal laughed.
"You see, sweet maid? Our slave is hot already only from  watching us."
The Achaian bound Danas elbows and wrists behind her back.  Dana didnt object, it aroused her immensely.  
Tashmal smiled, this cruel smile Dana knew. Suddenly she snapped:
"Kneel!"
Commanded like a slave, Dana obeyed instantly.
Tashmal took two steps back. The Achaian led Dana to the bed, pressed her down on it, on her back. Dana spread her booted legs.
"Please mylady, I need you now. I cant stand it anymore. "
"My sweet, booted blonde maid, we have only just begun..."