Wearing silk Lingerie

Adriana stands in the center of the room wearing only the tiniest lace of white silk. You wonder how long you had been standing deliberating in the hallway, because Adriana not only had time to change from her dress into the diaphanous slip but her hair now falls free about her bare shoulders. Her hands are clasped in loose fists with her nails pressing into the palm of her hand, but other than that small indication of nervousness, she seems more relieved than alarmed to see you step into her chambers.

"I hoped you would choose me." Adriana says quietly as your eyes feast on her barely concealed body. The white lingerie hangs from her curves like mist on a cool morning enhancing rather than concealing the pale swell of her breasts peeking from the deep scoop of the neckline. The two hair-thin straps that hold the silk garment seem to just barely keep from slipping off her slender shoulders. "Are you pleased with your choice?" The teen-aged brunette slowly pirouettes in front of you so you can take in the open back of the night-gown and see nearly all her long legs and even the hint of her buttocks peeking from under the scandalously short hem of the garment.

"You were expecting me?" You ask in surprise. Her eyes modestly fall to her bare feet; she removed the gold trimmed sandals she had been wearing at the feast and you take a second to admire the arch of her dainty foot and the gold paint that coats her toenails.

"Well yes, of course." She murmurs so softly that you unconsciously step forward a few paces unwilling to miss any of her words. "It had to be either Mother or I.” She explains trying to sound worldly and mature, but she looks so sweet and innocent that you have to grin as she continues. “Many men might prefer an experienced woman like the Lady Sophia with her hour glass figure, but I saw the way your eyes lingered on me as we dined." Your eyes are certainly lingering on her now. Her aureoles are just visible through the sheer silk of her negligee, you can see the outline of her slender waist and even the dark shadow of her pubic hair nestled between her pale thighs.

“It’s what invading armies do.” Adriana continues a little louder, “They take the women of the conquered city and use them for their pleasure.” She was right about that, all across Athenapolis women older than her mother and girls younger than this lovely prize were being taken by victorious soldiers.

“Actually, I thought we’d be **** this afternoon.” The memory of Adriana and her mother standing in the dappled sunlight of the gardens was nearly as exciting as seeing her standing before you in her room. “I expected to be passed about like a cheap toy as you and your men took turns…” Her voice fades as she describes the scene with a mixture of fear and excitement. “…took turns forcing us, until we couldn’t fight you any longer.” Her entire frame trembles as a frisson of emotion sweeps over her.

“But you left without even touching me, or anyone else.” Her eyes meet yours for the first time since you first entered her bed chamber. “I didn’t know if I should be relieved or insulted.” You said nothing wondering if she really understood just how close she had come to having exactly that be her fate. She continues speaking again and you listen acutely aware of your growing need.

“When you came back at the feast and your men made Antonia and Nicia change into silks and serve like the other slaves. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to place food into your mouth while your hands explored my barely covered body.” She pauses and tugs nervously at the hem of her garment covering slightly more of her legs, but exposing even more of her firm breasts “Do I have to tell you everything?”

“Oh yes,” You tell her firmly as you close the gap between the two of you until you stand close enough to smell the scent of her perfume. “You will tell me everything, or suffer in ways that you cannot even imagine.” You have no idea what that even means, but it is enough of a threat to make her continue.

“I saw you admiring the Persephone mural.” She tells you in a whisper. “Ever since I was a girl, I've sat in that room and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a man bind me with golden chains and carry me off.” She pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing. “At sixteen I had my first orgasm in front of that mural; rubbing myself as I imagined I was Persephone and Hades was forcing himself into me, claiming me mercilessly. I cried out so loudly that my mother came running down-stairs to see what was wrong. I told her I saw a mouse, but I'm not sure she believed me.”

Lifting her small hands in yours you suddenly become aware of something else.