Up the stairs....

Durga climbed up the stairs. Up beyond was another massive chamber, where riches beyond compare were heaped. Boxes and chests were heaped up against the walls, the lids bulging with cold and jewels. Solid gold and silver statues lay in alcoves and on plinths, many of them depicting the owner of the house in various stages of undress. Set on a marble pedestal was what appeared to be a solid gold dildo. Durga stared at this for a moment in wonderment, and once again considered the strangeness of the rich.

“Please, set us free!”

He spin around, sword at the ready. The voice came out from the side, and he looked on in surprise. Set into the wall on the left was a large, silver cage, in which were two women wearing little more than silken strips about their breasts and hips. He looked on appreciatively, for both were about as beautiful as could be imagined.

Both were young. The one standing on the left, shapely hands gripping the bars, was a blond with hair so pale as to be almost white. He skin was very fair, almost like marble, her form slender and willow-like. A pair of big blue eyes dominated her face, and her breasts, while small, were well formed, with the nipples clearly visible through the cloth. Her long, slender legs were like those of a dancer, quick and graceful. A small, pink tongue licked her small mouth nervously.

Her companion, by contrast, was almost the exact opposite, though no less beautiful for it, being perhaps a libertines vision of the ultimate harlot. Her kin was a soft tan, her hair dark and falling in waves down her back. Voluptuous hips curved above long legs beneath a narrow waist. Full, grapefruit sized breasts bobbing in front, hanging without a hint of sag before them. Large brown eyes and full lip on a face that gently curved to a narrow, pointed chin, filled with lascivious promise.

There was something odd about them though. Both seemed to have a strange, almost ethereal quality about them, as if they were not fully of this world.

Durga grinned and stepped forward, noting that the lock on the cage was small and could easily be broken. “Who are you?” he asked lazily, his cock already starting to engorge.

The brown haired one said, “I am Taiza and this is Illia. We are nymphs.....”

“Nymphs?” That explained it then. Nymphs were rare creatures, not often found, but spoken of often, usually in salacious literature that extolled their erotic skills. Those stories were all true, and perhaps may have even not told enough. They were magical creatures, all female, who needed sex as much as they needed food and drink. What these two were doing here was beyond him though.

Illia nodded desperately. “We were taken from our home by Selia’s servants a year ago. She has kept us here to service her own lusts, and those of her guests. Disgust filled her voice as she said this.

“Free us,” Taiza said, and we shall reward you in a way only we can.” Her eyes drifted down to the growing bulge in his crotch. Aye, she added silently, one that will benefit us as much as him, I think!

Durga cupped him chin, as if in thought. But of course the decision to make was plain to see. Gripping the door to the cage, he heaved, his muscles bunching, the lock squealing and then breaking free, the door ripping free of his hinges and clattering as he cast it aside.....