Give her what she wants

"Get up." Your voice sounds different, coarse and low and Cassia responds to it immediately climbing to her feet. "Take off those clothes." This was crazy! You are trapped in the middle of these catacombs with only one friend and you suddenly start treating her like dirt? You try to find a way to explain, apologize something - Instead of slapping you in the face, or backing away in horror, Cassia slowly loosens the lacings that hold the quilted pads to her slender figure. First the top slides off her shoulders revealing her perfect breasts and then without a murmur of protest she steps out of her leggings and she is standing completely naked less than a single pace from where you are sitting. In what might be a belated sense of modesty or a desire to tease you her hands move to cover her private parts from your gaze, but you are having none of that.

"Turn around, I want to see all of you." Once again she obeys your directions meekly, her arms lower allowing you to take in every inch of her beautiful body. You've seen her before of course, but not like this. This time there is nothing but the charge of sexual tension as you examine every bit of her. Climbing to your feet you touch her naked body in a way that leaves no doubts about your intentions. Thankfully, Cassia is as excited by this thorough examination as you are; when her plump breast is cupped in your palm you can feel her nipple harden under your thumb. When your hand slides downward over her soft belly to find her moist sex her soft moan fills the chamber.

"Please, Sir." Cassia's never called you anything but Adonis, but in this room, and in this context it feels right. "I don't know what you want..." She might not, but you knew exactly what you wanted.

"Shut up, girl." A shiver of pleasure runs through you. You've never once spoken to any woman like that and you wonder if it is the evil of the city or something deep within you that finds it so exciting to have this much control. Lifting her chin with your forefinger until her eyes meet yours you watch for any sign of fear as you continue to exercise you new power. "You speak only when I want you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. Forgive me, Master, this girl is still learning what it is to belong to a man." Cassia is falling into this scenario surprisingly easily but you want to be sure before things get out of hand.

"You're not a slave, Cassia." You remind her.

"I could be, Adonis." She counters fiercely, "In fact I probably would have been taken by now if it weren't for you. Captured, stripped and then later sold at the auction block for the sick pleasure of some fat, old merchant who could afford a untouched young virgin like me." She points her finger at you stopping your words before they can come out. "Don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about Adonis, because I do. I've watched the auctions where girls much younger than me are sold off to the highest bidders." She places her palms on your chest and digs her fingertips into the padded tunic. "Please, Adonis." Her tone softens, "I trust you to do whatever you want, but don't try to be my friend and don't give me a choice. Not now, not in this place."

"Are you sure?" You suppress the sudden urges that are flooding your thoughts, determined not to give in to the evil of these dark tunnels.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life -" a slight pause "- Master."