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  master.” She led Gisella into the bathroom and helped her undress and get into the steaming golden tub.

  Gisella was reluctant to part from her clothes in front of another person, even a woman, but the servant who was tending her was so no-nonsense about the whole thing she felt like she had no choice. Once in the hot, floral-scented water, all her reluctance disappeared as the soothing warmth soaked into her tired bones. But she hadn’t been relaxing for more than five minutes before the servant’s voice interrupted her solitude.

  “And now it’s time to get you shaved.”

  “Shaved?” Gisella sat up in the tub, giving the woman an apprehensive look. “What do you mean?”

  “Why your nether regions, my dear. You must be in fit shape to see the master.”

  Gisella looked down at the soft blonde curls on her mound that swirled gently in the warm water. “Your master demands that I be shaved before he’ll even see me?”

  “It is his preference, yes.” The woman held a tiny light razor in her hand. “Do you want to do it or will I?”

  Gisella didn’t even have to think about that. “I’ll do it.” She turned her back modestly, glad that the razor was the type she could use under the water. “So is your master such a monster that he won’t see a woman unless she’s perfectly prepared?” She waited for a reply but when none came she turned to face the servant once more. To her surprised, the woman’s round, matronly face was pale and her lips trembled. “Are you all right?” Gisella asked with concern. Perhaps the servant was having some kind of attack. She thought of calling for help and then shuddered at the idea of the room filling with strangers while she sat naked in the bath. But if she had to…

  “I… Forgive me, my lady,” the servant said at last, recovering herself, which was no small relief to Gisella. “It’s just…my master is not a monster. Not really, you know. He is most kind and very generous and…and he cannot help his situation.”

  Gisella felt a shiver go through her. “What situation is that?” she asked but the woman only shook her head.

  “We are taking too long, my lady. Come, there is no time for idle chatter—you must be dressed and in my master’s chambers in one half an hour.” She seemed brisk and businesslike again as she helped Gisella out of the tub and wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel but the doubt and fear lingered in the back of Gisella’s mind nonetheless. What exactly was going on here at the palace of Rigel Nine?

  She didn’t have time to wonder long because the servant led her back into the bedchamber and presented her with the clothes she was to wear.

  “Do you really expect me to put these on?” Gisella eyed the flimsy, see-through outfit on the bed incredulously.

  The servant frowned. “You must wear what is laid out for you in order to meet the master. Should I help you put them on?”

  Gisella read the determined look in the woman’s eyes and knew she meant she would put the outfit on by force if necessary. “No, no,” she said hastily. “I will wear what is necessary. But…” She hesitated delicately. “Could I not have some privacy?”

  The servant let out a hmmph, but she turned and left the room. “No more than ten minutes, mind you,” she said as she shut the richly carved wooden door behind her. “The master will be expecting you before the twin moons rise.”

  Gisella didn’t see what moonrise had to do with the matter but there was no time to ask. Shedding the fluffy towel she’d been wrapped in, she put on the top of the outfit first. It was a thin, gauzy silk blouse and the material was both exceedingly tight and exceedingly soft. Through it she could plainly see her ripe nipples, hardened by fear and desire. She looked around but there was no undergarment to wear beneath it and hide her from exposure. Well, obviously this was how the master wanted her to be presented. Gisella went on to the bottom of the outfit.

  To cover her sex there was a tiny pair of what she supposed were meant to be panties. But truly they covered almost nothing. A tiny silken triangle was attached to

  several silk strings but when she put the panties on, Gisella found she had to chose between covering the mound of her pussy or the tender lips as it was not big enough to cover both. She tried to compromise and cover a little of each and wound up with the triangle placed so that just the top of her pussy mound and slit were exposed and most of her soft outer lips were covered. Still, the string at the bottom of the triangle kept slipping into her sex and rubbing her inner folds until she thought she would go mad. Wearing something that seemed made to stimulate her heated clit was going to ensure that her inner thighs would be wet with cunt honey long before she met the mysterious master face-to-face. She wondered if that was what he wanted—to see her aroused, so hot with need she was unable to help herself. Well, she supposed she might ask him when she saw him—if she dared.

  Turning her attention to the rest of the outfit, Gisella pulled on the silky skirt that floated around her like a cloud. Its high slit came almost to the bottom of her navel, showcasing rather than hiding the tiny panties that continued to rub her tender cunt. A soft pair of slippers completed the outfit.

  She observed herself in the long looking glass that was hanging on the opposite wall and blushed. Never had she imagined herself in such an outfit. She ought to be at the Temple of Light right now, having her hair cut off as a sacrifice to the Goddess and putting on the long, white modest robe that covered her from neck to ankles. Instead she was dressed as the worst kind of whore, about to sell her virginity to a mysterious man she had never met. And yet a part of her, the part that had never really wanted to go to the temple in the first place, was just a tiny bit excited.

  What would her new master look like? Would he be tall with dark hair and piercing eyes like the man she had seen on the porn vids? Would he demand she abase herself and kneel before him to take his cock in her mouth? And then how would he take her? From behind like a beast? Or would he demand that she mount him and ride with his cock filling her pussy? Just thinking of such things made her cunt feel hot and swollen

  with need. But before she could get too carried away, a sharp rap on the door let her know it was time to go. Time to meet her new master.

  Gisella left the safety of her bedchamber hesitantly, uncertain of what the servant waiting for her would say. But the woman only looked her up and down and nodded in obvious approval.

  “Very good, my lady. And now it is time to go.” She led Gisella through the palace proper which consisted of many large rooms filled with rich furniture and beautiful works of art. Thick tapestries that must have taken many hands years to weave adorned the walls and the marble floors. Erotic paintings of men and women entwined with looks of ecstasy on their faces hung everywhere. Clearly whoever lived here enjoyed the finer things in life and worshiped the pleasures of the flesh. Pleasures Gisella had never experienced. But I am about to, she reminded herself, trying to keep her knees from quivering as they walked. I only hope I will please this master, whoever he is.

  At last the servant opened a huge wooden door bound with iron and motioned to a set of stone steps that led down into the dark. “Here I must leave you, my lady,” she said, nodding for Gisella to take the steps alone. “For I dare go no farther.”

  “But why?” Gisella looked at her fearfully, uncertain as to what she should do. “Will the master be angry if you accompany me?” she asked, hesitantly stepping down the first step and turning to look back.

  “It is forbidden,” the woman said without answering her question. “You must go alone. Continue down until you reach the bottom and there in the dungeon you will find your destiny.”

  “The dungeon?” Gisella could feel fear welling up in her now but she tried to control it by taking deep breaths.

  “Goodbye and good luck, my dear.” The woman gave her a look that was both compassionate and stern then shut the door in Gisella’s face, leaving her in semidarkness.

  Gisella stood there for a moment, trying to stop the scream that wanted to rise in her throat. Her first impulse wa