Mistress Tarla and Adele are still sleeping

Moving quickly through the kitchen and laundry areas of the servant's quarters you find the steps that lead up to the main wing of the estate. You've been up these steps once before when your brawn was needed to move a heavy wardrobe, and you sealed the location in your memory for an occasion just like this.

"This way D'juba, and keep that white bitch good and quiet; we don't want no one to know we've here until it's too late." A quick glance at your partner assures you that he knows what he's doing, and you wonder if his experience comes from raiding other villages for slaves to trade to the white-skinned devils. You know that many of the coastal tribes traded captured healthy men and women for fine trade goods. You smile at the irony of the situation. Now, because of your capture and sale, instead of white slavers coming to your jungle homelands to acquire slaves, it is you who will be plucking the sweet fruit of these northern lands. It's an idea worth considering, if you could find a ship captain willing to work with someone like you, you could recruit plenty of dark-skinned warriors eager to plunder the rich lands of this Northern continent with its gold and wine and soft, light-skinned women.

There is an immediate change in the setting when you step through a concealed door that leads from the narrow servant's stairway to the rooms inhabited by the master's family. Rich rugs cover the tiled floors, and the walls are decorated with bright mosaics. For all the sins of these Hellenic states, they live in luxury that two years ago. before your capture, you could have only ascribed to the gods.

Before you lies a wide hallway big enough to erect the hut that you were raised in that extends for over thirty paces. Doors line the hallway on the right and to the left you can see the open atrium below with its fountain of running waters and citrus trees growing inside the house. You wonder if any of your family or friends would even believe you if you tried to describe a house large enough that the trees inside did not even reach the upper levels. With a quiet grunt of satisfaction you realize that they might be a little more likely to listen to your tales if you brought one or two of these pale-skinned women back with you along with a full pack of gold and silver.

"Where your parent's room be?" You ask Miss Sasha and when she starts to shake her head you grab her by the nipple and twist it hard enough to remind her of her situation. "You lie to us, and I let D'juba fuck that pretty white ass with his fat stick. Yes?" In spite of all Sasha has already been through, the threat of something that size splitting her backdoor open is enough to loosen her lips.

"The one at the end of the hall." As if anticipating your next questions she adds quickly, "my room is that door and my sisters is the one next to it. The others are all empty." You release her teat almost gently and stare in wonder once again at the size of this house. A separate room for each member and others that sit empty? You shake your head to clear your thoughts and then head quietly down the hall towards the Master and Mistress' room as you decide on the best course of action. Once you've subdued the wife, it will be easy enough to pluck her pretty daughter and then the servants ... or do you take the little one first as she is most likely to flee? Really the only thing you're afraid of is D'juba's hot head; luckily you know just the thing to keep that man busy while you go about finishing your plan.

"Take Miss Sasha into her room and keep her busy." The flash of his white teeth indicate that D'juba is more than willing to spend some more time with Miss Sasha. This time no doubt, on the young mistress' own soft bed. You take several of the leather leads from your companion and watch as he eagerly guides the master's older daughter into her spacious chambers. "Remember, be quiet." Right next door is the younger daughter's room, and you want to be the one to wake that sleeping beauty from her teenaged dreams. "You do what you like my friend, but don't wake the household." D'juba nods in understanding and pulls Miss Sasha against his growing erection as you slowly close the heavy door to the hallway.

A few steps away is the door to your Master's other innocent daughter, and at the end of the hallway the ripe curves of his fat-titted wife whose ass you've admired from the first time you saw it.