A bath, new clothes and an offer

"Oh, my Lord!" The Kalioni girl looks up at you in wonder as her fingers catch the dripping goo that hangs in strands from her breasts. "I didn't know any man could have that much ..." she hesitates as she searches for the right word, "... male essence within him." Her small hands, now covered with your spunk, reach down to grip your shaft which is still full sized although no longer quite as hard as it had been. "I wish we had time to do more, but Master Vasily will be angry with me if you are late."

The blonde **** washes every inch of your body with the warm water in the basin before rubbing you with scented oil and scraping you clean first with a bronze strigil and then a linen cloth embroidered with intertwining olive branches. You wonder at how skillfully this nymph is able to draw the curved blade over your form as she scrapes away the scented oil. This is a skill that you've heard requires years of training, and it seems unlikely that a virgin like her would have had much practice with this before her capture. But before you have a chance to question her, you find yourself being dressed in clothes far finer than any you've ever owned. The soft undertunic is made of fine cotton and the thick robes that are draped over your shoulder have red trim dyed a red so vibrant that they might be fit for a prince.

"I can't wear something like this." You protest when you see your reflection in a polished brass mirror.

"It's what the master sent in for you, Sir." The blonde **** shrugs her slender shoulders, "besides Master, your clothes have been taken."

Cleaner than you can remember, smelling of rich spice with your hair oiled and combed and wearing the luxurious robes trimmed with gold thread you do not even recognize yourself. The slavegirl too has managed to clean herself a little and is now wearing a sheer tunic that ends high on her thighs and cut deep between her golden tits. It is a **** garment, but not that of a common house ****. This finely made scrap of silk probably cost Vasili as much as your army-issued woolen tunic and cloak.

"This way Master." The **** leads you through a maze of hanging tapestries to an inner chamber of the great tent where you find Vasily waiting for you in his typical golden tunic. The chestnut-haired **** from Polhermes is with him too kneeling at his feet with a goblet of blown glass in her hand.

"Ah! Aristidis, I see you have made it." You had expected to see a much larger room and to rejoin your men, but apparently the guildsman is interested in a more private dinner. "And what did you make of this little treat, will she make a good ****, do you think?"

"Well, Sir." You smile as you remember her soft lips sucking on your cock. "She certainly knows how to please a man, but you'll still have to watch her closely, she still thinks that she may be redeemed by her Kalioni friends." The smile on Vasili's face grows even broader.

"I cannot begin to tell you how much it pleases me to hear you say that, my young savior." He settles down on the on-armed couch behind him and takes the goblet from the **** at his feet. "I have plans for you, my friend, if you would care to hear an old man's ramblings." Somehow you end up on the other couch reclining like a lord with a goblet of barely watered wine in your hand. The blonde **** settles on the carpet at your side her cheek resting against your thigh a pleasant distraction as you turn your attention to the Guildsman.

"I am your servant, Sir." Although sadly only for a while longer, and then I truly must report to Captain Hartoni and apologize to him for seeing you safely back to your tent instead of reporting to him as I should have."

"Do not worry about your commander, my young friend." Vasili smiles, "word has already been sent that you suffered a wound in your defense of my caravan, and you are recovering with me for the next day or two." Vasili then surprises you by addressing the **** kneeling at your feet with a question.

"What do you think, Fiona? Is our young Aristidis fit for the job?" The blonde **** smiles up at you and licks her lips suggestively.

"Yes, Master." She lowers her eyes modestly, "he'll have even the proudest young bitch begging for his cock."

"I see, you're confused, my friend." Vasili puts his hand on his chest, "I must confess I was not completely honest with you before. Fiona here, was not taken three days ago like I suggested. It's been closer to three years now, and I use her to evaluate newly captured slaves and men who may be of use to me." He pauses to let the curly-haired **** at his feet place a pastry in his mouth and then daintily wipe away a trickle of honey before continuing. "One of the men I lost in the raid was my chief trainer, I need a virile young man like you to take over the breaking and training of the newly captured Athenian women that will soon be filling our pens." You stare at the gold-robed slaver in disbelief.

"Why me?"

"You are young, strong and good-looking and you passed our loyalty test." You smile as you remember your initial impulse you had to bring word of Fiona to the Kalion King. "But more than that Aristidis, the gods favor you, my young friend." Vasili is not at all put off by your surprise, "I've found it best to surround my operations with as many men like you as I can." Vasili leans back on his couch and runs his hand through his ****'s curly hair pausing to caress her sensitive ear before turning his attention back to you. "What do you say, my friend, do you want to join me and my enterprise?"