A Lord's bed Chambers.

The bed chamber is dominated by a massive four-post bed draped with a sky-blue silken canopy. A desk and chair are set against the wall to catch the light from the window under a rack filled with scrolls. Covering most of the floor is a mosaic of a giant bull, the artistry is outstanding and the tiny tiles include back marble, gold and even two rubies for the eyes of the bull.

"Get in there." You tell Adriana, pushing her into the room but not letting go of her upper arm. For now at least she is allowing you to move her about, but you are under no illusions about her apparent surrender. Ignoring the two doors that flank the entryway you move towards the bed, pulling the compliant young woman with you as you look around the room. A tapestry of the sacrifice of Andromeda to the sea beast is hanging to your left. Like the murals downstairs the artwork is exquisite, the princess' fearful face is perfectly rendered as are the heavy shackles that chain her slender wrists to the seaweed covered rock, Andromeda's tunic has been torn in several places revealing the sacrifice's perfectly shaped shoulder, a small pink-tipped breast and all of her bare white thigh.

"You men are all the same." Snaps Adriana angrily when she sees you admiring the girlish figure in the tapestry. The slender teen in the tapestry is lovely but too young for your tastes, you prefer Adriana's figure by far. Her breasts, while not a big as her mother's, are fully rounded and you know for a fact just how good her curved hips and lovely pelvis felt as she squirmed and wiggled under you. When she sees your eyes sweep over her naked body her gaze drops and you feel your loins stirring as you admire your prize. After a closer look at the bed you find the iron rings that you were expecting from what Adriana told you of her father's desires, sturdy black eyes bolted into each of the four corner posts and a few others from the frame above the bed .

Next to the bed is a marble topped cabinet crafted from a dark smooth grained exotic wood. Inside, just as you expect is a collection of whips, chains, and clamps as well as many other instruments that you do not recognize, but that are clearly intended to cause pain and humiliation. Until now Adriana has been sullenly passive, but when you reach for a set of chains the feisty Adriana renews her struggles. It takes some time and you have two new scratches on your face to show for your effort but you are able to shackle the first of the feisty young woman's wrists to the chain of polished silver links that encircles her slender waist. The chain provides a little less than a foot of free movement, but doesn't look uncomfortable.

"Fuck-you." She snarls as the second wrist is finally secured. "Not man enough to take me one-on-one, you need to bind me before sticking your cock into me again?"

"Easy, my Lady." You chuckle as you use one more length to fasten her to the corner bed post. "I'm not fucking you just yet. I just need to keep you in one place, while I look around." It's hard to tell if she is relieved or angry to hear she is being ignored while you look around, but you don't really care either way. Making your way back to the two small doors you passed on the way into the room you open the door on your left.

Inside is a tiled bathroom with water spewing from the mouth of a beautifully carved jade statue of a dryad. The dryad is nearly three feet tall and positioned on a marble pedestal so the stream of water falls into the exact center of a very large basin set into the floor below.

Perfect - a chance to wash all the grime off. Stripping off the rest of your stinking armor and the sweat-stained linen undershirt and leggings you step into the basin and start scooping the cool water over your body. No wonder the girl put up such a fight you laugh, you stink like a pig in a sty. On a stand near the basin are several jars of soaps, scented oils and creams, and you make liberal use of the soap washing away weeks of sweat, blood and grime. The scratches on your neck and face sting as the soap cleans the torn skin and you remember the hellcat in the next room that fought you with more skill and passion than any of the men of the Athenapolis.

If those men spent as much effort getting sweaty as they did getting clean, you decide as you scrub at the dirt under your nails, they might not have to depend on mercenaries to do their fighting. For now though, this does feel nice. Stepping out of the basin, you pull on the silken robe you find hanging by the door. You've left your captive alone for several minutes now, but are pleased to see her sitting on the side of the bed glaring at you as you come out of the bathing room. A quick look behind the other door reveals a large closet with more tunics, robes and cloaks hanging neatly from racks than some of the stores you shop at. You ignore the selection of clothing you tie the belt of the robe tightly around you waist as you step once again into the main room.

"That's better." She purses her lips tightly refusing to speak to you. If this is her idea of a punishment she knows even less about men than most virgins did; well, you smile to yourself, she now knows at least one thing that virgins didn't know. Ignoring her you find and light two oil lamps and place them in sconces on the wall before turning your attention back to the bedside cabinet.

Opening and closing draws filled with carefully laid out whips, clamps and the largest collection of dildos you've ever seen you look for items of real value. The bottom drawer of the cabinet contains a wooden box and over a dozen scrolls. Opening one of the scrolls at random you see graphic pictures of a barely dressed young woman chained to a tree being whipped by a muscular barbarian wearing only a loincloth. The text around the picture appears to be the story of the misadventures of a runaway princess who has been captured by bandits. The small box opens to reveal three small porcelain containers each one roughly the size of a goose egg.