No. You are still alone

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After what seems like forever, the sounds of the guards fades so you put the sharpened bit of metal back in its secret hole. You can still sense that something is different, but what that is you cannot determine. Several weeks ago, you learned from one of the kitchen slaves that your mother had gathered an army to avenge you. Much to this plain looking kitchen ****'s amusement, it was whispered that all the women of this city would be sold from the central **** blocks just as you had been. As you sit in the dark cold cell, a half-smile plays about your lips, oh yes, you can think of a few noblewomen you'd enjoy seeing on the auction block. Their naked bodies on display being judged as if they were a prize goat or dog.

Would your mother, the High Priestess of Helios be happy to see you again, or would she prefer to simply avenge your memory? It was just as Danisha had warned you, you are not the same innocent maiden that your mother knew and loved. The day your small party joined the main column of about thirty slavers with their wagons of human flesh you and your maids were shoved into a small, caged wagon occupied by only one other woman. An exotic beauty whose skin was as dark as yours was fair. Her magnificent breasts were pierced at the nipples and a silver chain ran between the two great ebony globes linking one nipple to the other. Ignoring the exotic looking amazon, you turned to your maids hugging each in turn before asking the question that had been tormenting your thoughts.

“Danisha what happened to you?” You asked, puzzled by the apparent change in your friend.

“What do you mean, Amara?” she replied.

“Last night you acted like a common prostitute, that’s what I mean.” You remember stammering out, confused. Danisha looked at you for a long moment as if deciding how to explain a complex idea to a child.

“Amara, you watched last night as that man fucked me.” Danisha paused momentarily, “How did it make you feel?” She asked. You begin to blush in embarrassment and look away not wanting to speak it aloud, oh how naïve you had been.

“Your breasts swelled, and cream began to leak from you woman’s mound, didn’t it” Danisha asked with a knowing look. You had stared at her in anger the shock evident on your face, how did she read your mind you asked yourself.

“As a maiden priestess of Helios, you were never to know a man intimately, so you were never told how things are supposed to be.” Danisha told you she had learned differently. “My mother told me when my courses started that free women were not supposed to feel pleasure of conjoining with a man. A woman's union with her husband was reserved for having the children that the fates decreed for us, and feeling pleasure was only for harlots and lewd women.”

“But...” You remember protesting your maid's plain language but shaking her head she continued preparing you for what she knew must come.

“Honestly that first night it hurt every bit as much as mother told me, but on the second as the men's cocks filled me the pleasure began to build in me. And when one after the other flooded my womb with seed I discovered that everything my mother told me was wrong,” She finished.

“But it’s wrong Danisha.” You had said.

“Maybe in the world we came from it is, but we're not there anymore are we.” Danisha pointed out not unkindly, as she put her hands on your shoulders, “Regardless, I am not a maid anymore, and you are no longer a priestess, you need to remember that my friend." Danisha, advised you.

“I can't be like that.” You told her firmly, although in the back of your mind was the remembered desire of the previous night to be in Danisha’s place.”

“You will learn” Danisha replied sadly as the wagon began to move.

She was right, you did learn. However, you refused to completely surrender yourself to the fate that the gods had decreed for you, that was no doubt why you are huddling in a dark cell planning to attack a guard twice your size with a make-shift blade of soft metal. Suddenly from a great distance you hear screaming. Something is happening in Lord Minos' manor, and you can only hope that the change is one that will free you.