To make love to Brynhild

"Verania, do you know how to satisfy a woman?"
"Yes, master, Gabriella and Martha showed me how to do."
"And you, Brynhild, did you already have pleasure with a woman?"
The barbarian lady opens wide eyes.
"I surely never did! It's almost as disgusting as imagining two men together!"
"Well, it is time for you to be trained. Verania, it's up to you."
I give her the key of Brynhild's chains, and she frees her fellow slave from her handcuffs and collar. Still stunned, the Germanic woman lets herself be taken by the hand and led to my couch, where Verania makes her sit. Standing in front of her, the expert slave undoes her own dress and lets her fall, unveling her naked body. She then sits beside Brynhild, slightly kisses her lips and takes her by the shoulders, making her lie down on the bed. Her hands begin to slide over the fallen queen's body, her fingers following the lines of her tattoos, her mouth kissing and biting her neck.
"You know," she whispers at her pupil's ear, "I've not always been a slave. I had a farm near Tarraco, before you and your warriors came. One of your men raped my virgin daughter before my and my son's eyes, then I was myself beaten and assaulted, for what seemed hours to me."
Her hand reaches the German's crotch, creeps between her thighs.
"Because of the war you caused, I've lost everything, I've been separated from my children and I've become the slave of this man." Her fingers force the reluctant crack to open. "I would like to make you die right here, slowly and painfully, but I will devote all my strength and skill to please you... because my master ordered it so, and to make you understand that you too, now, will feel pleasure or pain when your master will want it."
Her mouth descends along Brynhild's body, kissing her nipples, her belly, her sex, penetrating her intimately with her tongue. From the arm-chair in which I sit, I can see her working expertly on the German's little button. Brynhild, who till now has remained passive and indifferent under the caresses, begins to moan and undulate, her hands fondling Verania's hair. The Tarraconese woman, feeling she has won, embraces Brynhild and kisses her mouth again. This time, the German's tongue answers to her kiss, her arms close upon her. The two women, the peasant and the queen, both brave and worthy, both widowed mothers, deprived of their children and exiled from their land, raped and humiliated in every way, now my slaves destined to my pleasure, enfold each other passionately, her hungry mouths now knotted and their hands scouring each other's body. I feel they are now ready to receive me, and it is time to interfere in their caresses.