"UUUFF!" Dana made and sunk into the cushion.
In the last two hours, she had cum repeatedly, first bound, then free, just as Tashmal had reached her climax several times. Both their bodies were covered in sweat, and blotted here and there from the attention of the other.
She lay side by side. The heavy mmpphing of the still aroused slave was a constant background sound as the squeaking of her latexa sheeted limbs.
Tashmal opened the red malego pack, and the typical popping sound of the breaking magical seal which kept the cigarettes fresh was audible.
Delicately, the brunette put a filtered stick between Danas black lips, then serviced herself.
The blonde had smoked Malego before, the first one during her First Pleasures. She loved them, but one didnt smoke them regularly, as their aphrodisiaka were extremely strong.
"MMHH! A light, mylady, quick."
"No. Wait a bit."
"Yes, mylady. Oh, I could continue already."
"We will. Who said the fun is over?"
Playfully Tashmals gloved hand went over Danas body. The blonde shivered and moaned. The Achaian lit the ex maids cigarette, finally. But not her own, still dangling unlit from her lips.
Dana smoked silently, feeling the rousing heat caused by the Malego - and Tashmals hands on her body, which slowly intensified their activity.
"I think its time we use the pleasure slave. She is hot enough now. Would you like to service her like I serviced you? A bit sweet sex torture?"
"I dont know. This can be fun, but she is a slave. She doesnt really want it. She still hates us, she is just in grip of her heat, under Majaves spell."
"I see. Will you do it as a lesson? You can learn something here."
"If mylady wants to teach me something, I will do it. But what is it?"
"It can be useful to know what an enemy plans and so on. The interrogation of prisoners is an art in itself. I prefer the sex method for it. The tactic is to arouse your enemy until she is willing to say everything she knows for relief. The trick is to not let her cum in between. Interested to learn that?"
"Yes, mylady. For this purpose, I will do it. But we will let the slave come in the end, yes?"
"Oh, Benit again. If you like, sweet maid, it doesnt matter."
"What shall I do?"
"An important point here is fantasy and creativity. So, I wont instruct you. Just begin. Do what comes to your mind."
Dana nodded. The cigarette in her fingers, she rose and approached the kneeling slave.
She tied loose the leash from the ring.
"Stand up please and come to the bed."
The aroused Rondaka stopped mmpphhing and squirming and looked up at her with a very strange expression.
Tashmal laughed and finally lit her Malego.
"Slave! Rose and lay down on the bed."
The Rondaka tried to rise, but her legs were very shaky because of her arousal. Dana reached out, steadied her and helped her up.
The Rondaka mmpphed inadvertently. How hot the poor slave must be.
She guided the helpless red skinned girl to the bed and pressed her gently backwards until she sank into the cushions.
Dana took a last drag of her Malego, killed it in the ashtray, and sat on the large bed beside the slave.
Tashmal lay beside them, her back upright against the wall, smoking slowly.
The blonde thought for a moment what to do, then touched the slave gently, softly, at a breast. The Rondaka moaned into the gag and squirmed. She spread her latexa sheeted legs.
Dana carressed the slave for some time. Suddenly, the slave virtually jumped on the bed, screamed in the gag, shook in spasms and then went rigid.
Tashmal laughed. Dana made:
"OOHH. She has cumed. I am sorry, mylady."
"No problem. This is a lesson, not a real interrogation.  Wake her up and continue."
"Yes, mylady."
She slightly shook the slaves head. The dark eyes opened. The hate was there again.  But it didnt stay long. Dana went to work again, and soon the Rondaka was again firmly under Majaves spell.
Dana resumed her attentions. As she thought the slave would come again, she stopped and waited. She smoked another Malego, only touching the girl here and there and with pauses.
She was herself so aroused again that she had difficulty concentrating.
Tashmal smiled at Dana.
"Very good, blonde maid. You have a fine nose for the right moment. That is very promising. Hot yourself again? Okay, forget about the slave and lets resume the action."
"Wait mistress, I will let her cum."
"If you want to."


***

The first pale light of the morning already fell through the curtains of the window as they finally stopped. Both smoked a last cigarette,  Kaskago for Tashmal and Haguro for Dana, in silence.
The slave, exhausted by Danas attentions, was already asleep.
"Mylady?"
"Yes, booted maid?"
"I have a request."
"Go ahead."
"Can you buy the girl and free her?"
"Klish! Silly one, I wont do such a Benit deed. Apart from being a total waste of money, its forbidden to free one of her race in the empire. If I do, I would commit a serious crime by your laws. So, please, forget that, will you."
"But.."
"I said no, silly one."
Tashmal rose and slipped out of her boots. Dana started to do the same. She still was with her mind by the Rondaka.
"But speaking of the slave," Tashmal said, heading over to the waste bowl in a corner, "I have decided to buy her and take her with us."
"OOHH."
"Yes. She will hinder us a bit, but there are some lessons for you for which we need a third person and she will do just fine."
The Achainan opened the emailled bowl and went down on it. She started to piss unceremoniously.
There were her bad manners again, but in this case they were no acting. In the wilderness, Tashmal had always done this before Danas eyes, who had, as was custom, always looked away.
The brunette had explained to Dana that in Achaia the relieving of ones body wastes was nothing to be ashamed of.  The blonde had learned otherwise but knew that other countries and cultures had other rules. So she now tried to tolerate it.
She felt sudden joy that the slave would accompany them. That surprised herself a bit. Somehow, she had already taken an affection to the Redskinn. She was looking forward to speaking with her, to learn more about her culture and herself.
From Tashmal and the bowl came noises of a heavier kind of waste. Dana sighed...

***
"You may kneel, if you like."
The slave gave Dana this strange look again and remained standing. The blonde shrugged. They were standing at the reeling of the river ship Tashmal had booked a passage on yesterday. It would set sail shortly.
Many other passengers were about, as well as the ships crew, going about their work. Dana tried to be with the slave out of the way. She breathed deeply, took in the interesting smell of the river.
The mylady was further aft at the cargo area, supervising the loading of their two horses onto the ship.
Dana yawned. They had gotten only four hours of sleep. When she awoke and washed herself, she had found to her surprise that her makeup and lipstick stayed perfectly.
In the wilderness, she had always assumed that Tashmal washed herself and reapplied the makeup while Dana was sleeping. Tashmal had then explained to her, that the makeup was magic in nature and would stay perfect for two weeks.
Magic was very common on Matria, but still expensive, especially luxury spells like that. Yet more money Tashmal had spent on her.
A young child, maybe eight years in a red and white short dress approached them. She had blonde plaited hair. The girl looked up to the slave and showed her tongue.
The Rondaka shook back her long dark mane and pretended not to see her. Dana had to smile.
"You slave is very pretty, mylady. When I grew up, I will have a slave like her. She will service me in all ways."
"I see. Whats your name, girl?"
"Benitee, mylady."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful young girl. Where are your mothers?"
"Over there. They are making war with words again."
"Oh. Where do you travel too?"
"To Zaschastberg. My birth mother was born there. Her younger sister, my aunt, marries."
"I see. We travel to Lashayette."
"Where is that?"
"In Achaia, far to the west."
"Oh, the country of the whores."
"You shouldnt know such a dirty word, let alone use it. Its a sin before the goddesses."
"My shelter mother always uses it. In our town there is an achaian artisan. She makes better stools, tables and so on than my shelter mother. Therefore she hates her and all Achaians."
The blonde supressed a smile.    
"Who hates all Achaians?"
Tashmal had returned. The girl saw her and her eyes popped wide.
"Begone before I drink your blood, carpet rat."
The girl fled. Dana laughed.
"Mylady is very cruel to a harmless child."
"I dont like carpet rats. Period."
The brunette produced a cigarette and lit it.
"Horses are ok. The journey can begin."
"Can we take of the slaves gag? Its not really needed, is it. She must be in pain by now, she was only free of it when you fed and watered her."
"Do what you please. But attention, lest she bites you."
Dana removed the Rondakas broad leather gag. Behind it, in her wide open mouth, there stuck a huge red latexa ball. The girl couldnt dislodge it herself, even with the gag band gone. With difficulty, Dana poked it out with her fingers.
The slave moved her jaws, breathed deeply. She remained silent. Her full lips were painted glossy black like Danas.
The blonde called out to a merchant walking along on the deck carrying a plate fastened to her body with drinks, fruits, candies, cigarettes and the like. The young red haired woman came over to them.
"You must be thirsty. What do you want to drink?"
The Redskin remained silent. Dana sighed.
"A canteen of applejuice, please. And a pack of Laxagos, if you have."
Before they had left the inn, Tashmal had given Dana a purse with some money, so that she could buy items herself. She asked for Laxagos as Tashmal had suggested she tried that brand yesterday.
She paid the merchant for apple juice and cigarettes, took both and asked Tashmal:
"And can we manacle her hands in front?"
"Do it. But its dangerous. Be warned. It will fall back on us when she attacks anyone on the ship."
Dana hesitated a moment. But then she shook back her mane, raised her head and took the manacle key the mylady hold in the palm of her gloved right hand.
She opened the manacles, awaiting the Rondaka would attack her, but she didnt.
"Put your hands in front please."
Again this strange look.
"Do it, slave!" snapped Tashmal.
The girl obeyed, and Dana closed the manacles around her latexa sheeted wrists. She took the canteen from her belt were she had fastened it  and tossed it into the slaves hands.
The Rondaka stared at her for a moment, then opened the item and drank, slowly so.
Dana opened her cigarette pack, mouthed a stick and offered the slave the pack. There was greed in the girls eyes, but she didnt took one.
"Come on, take one, girl, will you?"
Another moment passed, after which the slave finally fingered a stick out of the pack and mouthed it. Dana gave her a light and she smoked with visible pleasure. The blonde now lit up herself, tasted the brand for the first time. She liked it. Far better than the Haguros. It had mild aphrodisiaka, and the soft level of arousal it caused was nice, without being to strong.
The Rondaka was pretty with the cigarette. Dana smiled.
"Whats your name, Rondaka?"
"Whatever mistress pleases," the girl hissed, the hatred suddenly back in her eyes.
"Well, what were you called?"
"Zusha, mistress."
The "mistress" sounded like "bitch" or worse.
"And your real name? Your rondakian name?"
"She wont tell you, even under torture. Thats custom among the Tra Kra Dar."
"How do you know shes a Tra...whatever, mylady?"
Tashmal approached, took Zushas left arm and pointed at parts of a tattoo visible over the edge of the black latexa on her bizeps.  The Achainan took the edge of the latexa and rolled the squeaking material down to the slaves elbow.
Dana saw that the edge of the glove had cut deeply into Zushas flesh, and that her red brown skin was covered in sweat beneath it. But what Tashmal wanted to show her was the tattoo of a double bladed black axe on the girls bizeps.
"Thats the sign of the Tra Kra Dar, a warrior society in one of their cultures. Something like the death knigthresses, but it has nothing to do with religion."
"ONE of their cultures, mylady?"
"Silly one, Rondakalor has as many states and cultures as we Arankas, and they are all different to some degree. Likewise, the people dont look all the same, just as Achaias and Dorianas look decidedly different."
She rolled the latexa back and let the edge snap back hard against Zushas bizeps. The Rondaka didnt flinch, but Dana did. That must have hurt.
Zusha, smoking heavily, was already finished with her stick.
"Here, take another one."
The Redskin did so, this time without hesitation. Dana lit the Laxago for her, not yet finished with her own  first one.
"Anyway, these warriors are very good and feared in Rondakalor. Our Zusha must be real good, very good, to be a member already, as young as she is. So you see, she is even more dangerous than Rondakas are per se."
Dana nodded, looked at Zusha, surprised. So young and already a feared warrior? She felt... what? Was that envy? Yes it was, she admitted.
"I have decided the slave is now your responsibilty, as you are son interested in her. You will see to her needs, water, food, smokes, hygiene, body wastes, all that. You are responsible for too for keeping her secured. If she tries to escape, attacks us, or worse, someone else, you will have to answer for it. I will tell other passengers that she is your slave, not mine, understood?"
"Yes, mylady. Thank you, mylady."
"You thank me for that? Silly one. Anyway, the word we are looking for is anyway. They are lifting anchor.  Lets watch our departure, shall we?"
***
"Now its your turn, Zusha."
Dana climbed out of the big tube filled with hot, soapy water and started to dry herself with a large towel. Tashmal had bathed before her and had left the large cabin already. Zusha kneeled beside the tube, waiting patiently, it seemed.
There were a total of six tubes in the cabin. The bath was serviced by two slaves, but they were no Rondakas, but fairskinned, darkhaired girls with broad faces and many little scars on the cheeks. Butravas, Tashmal had explained, a country to the southeast, bordering the Ork realm.
Two other tubes were in use, by other passengers. They often eyed Dana, especially, as usual, her breasts.
Done with drying her body, Dana approached the slave.
"Will you promise to behave, when I free you now?"
"No. But Zusha will do no one harm now."
"I see. May I ask why?"
"Zusha decided to stay with you for a while."
"Oohh. The reason, beautiful girl?"
Dana was sounding like Tashmal, but didnt notice it.
"Zusha wont say, even if ordered as a slave."
"What about sex torture?"
"Not even then."
The blonde sighed.
"Well, here we go. I take you for your word."
She opened the manacles around Zushas wrists and knees.
"The tube is yours, Zusha."
Gracefully, the Rondaka rose and pealed of the latexa from her limbs. Under the material, there was another sheeting, one of sweat. She climbed into the tube and settled down. A sigh escaped her. She sent Dana a quick look. The blonde smiled at her.
"Is it difficult, to become a Tra Ka Dar? What a question, it must be. You must be very proud to have made it."
"Zusha wont speak about her society to a Whiteskin."
"Too bad. Will Zusha speak about anything at all?"
The Rondaka didnt answer.
"How were you captured? In battle?"
Zushas face darkened. She send Dana a cold stare. But to her surprise, she answered the question:
"No. It was not something so honorable. In a brothel, by slave hunters. Tricked like a stupid child, together with five of my sisters in the axe. We were carried out in sacks, rubberized with latexa, bound like pigs, gagged. Even our heads had been shaved completely and sheated in latexa. To rob our hair was the greatest humiliation of all."
"It must be quite some time since then, as long as your mane is now."
"No, it was re grown with a spell in a moment soon thereafter. They did it just to humiliate and mock us. "
Dana imagined  being abducted like that. Despite being cruel to be enslaved, the story aroused her a bit. Having her hair shaved - that was both horrific and hot in a cruel way. She shuddered.
"You seem to like Zushas story. You take pleasure to hear your slave was treated such."
"No, Zusha. I imagined being in your place. I confess this is what made me hot a bit."
"The whiteskin speaks quite openly about herself. And the truth to boot. That is seldom found in your kind.  You are brave."
"Do you think so? Uhh... "
"It made Zusha hot too. Very much so. It made her  abduction the easier for the hunters. Zusha was weak. Not for being hot, but for succumbing to it."
"Have you tried to escape since then?"
"Does the sun rise in the morning?"
"I see. Sorry. But you were always caught?"
"Yes, and severely punished each time. It left no marks on me, no permanent harm was done or it was healed afterwards by a priestress.  They considered my too attractive and too hot to "damage" me."
"You are now my slave. When we have left the empire and are in Achaia, I will free you. Its legal there to free Rondakas, I have asked the mylady. You can then return to your realm. It will be a difficult journey, and I cant give you money our weapons, as I have only 5 dublones and some chopper in my purse, but I am sure you will make it. You better travel  circumventing the empire, even if that will make your journey much longer."
Zusha had stopped bathing and stared at her.
"Whats the matter, Zusha?"
"It is nothing, mistress."
This time, the word didnt sound like bitch. It sounded respectful. Dana was surprised, but then shrugged.
"Wait, I will help you washing your hair. Its wonderful, Zusha."
"Just like yours, mistress."
When Zusha was finished bathing, she rose, left the tube and reached for the latexa.
"No, Zusha, you have worn that long enough. Its no longer arousing, it would be only torture."
"Mistress is correct."
"Slave!" Dana called for one of the Butravas.
"Yes mistress?"
The girl kneeled down in front of her.
"It is possible to buy a garment like you are wearing? "
Which was a short linnen tunic in white.
"Yes mistress. We have white, red and black. The ship charges 60 choppers for it."
"Fine, a black one, to fit the Rondaka here, if possible, please."
"At once mistress."
The Butrava returned quickly with a black slave tunic. Zusha donned it, and it fitted quite well. Meanwhile, Dana paid the slave and added two cigarettes.
"For you and your colleague, girl."
"Thank you mistress. Mistress is very kind."
"You may go, slave."
The Butrava bowed from her waist and set about her duties.
"Lets go, Zusha, I am hungry."
"The manacles, mistress."
"We dont need them any longer, Zusha."
"We still do, mistress. Zusha cant go around the ship among the Doranians unsecured. They would be afraid, maybe the ships captain would even charge you with breaking the law."
"OOHH. In that case... such nonsense... well, so, and so. Does it hurt?"
"A bit, mistress, but Zusha can stand it. It is necessary."
With a rattling of her knee chain, Zusha reached for the latexa wear and grabbed it.
"Mistress may need that again."
"OOH, yes. But now, dinner time. Lets see what they offer..."