Slave Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 37-47

Chapter 37

Rosa wakes in her own time and is pleasantly surprised to find me still in bed with her. After a bit of morning snuggling and smooching the pair of us clean up the balcony from our evening meal then go through the routine of preparing for the day. Even the simplest of things were a treat when shared with one's true love. After breakfast Rosa asks permission to go pursue her calling and me being the kindly owner that I am I allow it...and receive a happy head pat in return for being a "Good Master".

The clouds from yesterday had broken and mighty Sol had returned to rule the sky in all of his sweltering splendor. Today was going to be a hot one!

The first thing I do is head over to the neighbor's to make sure everything was still on course for the harvest to begin tomorrow. While getting through to Horatius I have to navigate the glares of the brothers, the coyly twinkling eyes of the mother, and the outright grilling of the grandma. Cas tries to contain her mother's crass questioning, though not too hard. Granny, not being one to beat about the bush, soon corners me into confessing that I had a dawning interest in the family's fair maiden. I was actually grateful for Granny's bluntness this time. With harvest beginning tomorrow Cassie and I didn't have time to pussyfoot. Though they try to hide it there is a palpable sense of relief runs through the elders of the family, as if they had worried that Cassie might never attract any interest.

Just before I leave Cassie and I take a moment alone as she brings me a pair of shrubbery shears. "I think you might need these." She says.

"Do I ever!" I take the tool. "I'll bring it back with me tomorrow."

"No hurry." She glances back toward the house. As we look that way we catch Cas and Granny's peeping heads in a window dart out of sight. "Hey, um, thank you for that. What you said in there will make my job a lot easier."

"You're still coming over tomorrow?"

"You can count on it Quin."

"Hey Cassie." I look down at the shears, my hands nervously gripping at the handles. "We were talking last night."

"Yes?"

I look back up to her. "I love Rosa very much."

"I know that Quin."

"And she loves me."

She smiles. "Very much so."

"I just...I don't want you to..." I sigh. "Rosa said I should say what is right in my heart."

"You have a wise slave."

"I want to be honest with you. I like you. We both like you."

"And I like you."

"But...we realized that we are being selfish."

There is a moment of silence before Cassie begins to laugh. "Here I was thinking I was the selfish one." Before I say more she and touches my hand. "I am not a fool Quin. I understand the situation enough to know my place in it."

"I just don't want to play with you Cassie."

"Well that's disappointing." She gives me a saucy wink.

"Ha!" I guffaw. "You know what I mean. With your heart. With your family. With your life."

"I know." She chuckles. "I appreciate it Quin but I am a big girl. I want to see where this leads."

I smile. "Me too."

Her gaze drifts off toward the dark mass of my forest estate. "Besides, a rare woman like Rosa ought to be a little bit selfish. Don't you think?"

"Hey! That's what I...said."

She grins, her blue eyes gleaming. "We're two of a type I guess."

"Yeah." I say softly. There's an awkward pause before I clear my throat. "Ahem. She's alone over there. I should really get back."

Cassie then surprises me with a quick peck to my cheek before turning and heading back toward the house. "See you tomorrow."

Facing the glowers of her overprotective brothers and the grins of her spying elders I wave goodbye and head off for home.

With shears already in hand I don't even bother heading into the house. After a quick peek to make sure Rosa was still with Danae under the cypress I set to work trimming back the verge along the entrance path. I start out at the road end, stopping to greet the occasional sun wilted traveler that would pass by and offer them a moment in my shade. Snip, snip, snip. The tip of one slender branch after another is trimmed back and before long I have the first length of path looking like this place was inhabited again. I am just nipping away the finishing touches when a rustle close by startles me. Looking down and to my right I see a familiar plump green goblin picking up the twigs I had just trimmed, her left arm was already full of a bundle of them.

"Colly!"

The slave Collywaddle looks up at me and smiles brightly, her face flushed and shining with a sheen of sweat. She still had on the simple white tunic of a slave but the quality of the garment was far superior than when last I saw her. The fact she had gotten so close without me even hearing her spoke to the naturally soft tread of her race. Their reputation as sneaks was not completely unfounded.

"Hello Thir." She says casually, as if she'd been expected. "Hot out here, huh?"

"What are you doing?"

"Picking up thtickth."

"No." I laugh. Kneeling down I give her a hug and a kiss to her chubby cheek then stand back up. "What are you doing way out here?"

"I got newth for you."

"Oh?"

"When we were shopping you were talkin about lookin for your uncle'th grave." She says.

"That's right."

"Well I thnooped around and I found where it ithn't!"

"Where it isn't?"

"Yeah. It ithn't anywhere." She says. "He got cremated. He'th dutht."

"Oh."

"The remainth were left to a whore houthe."

"A brothel!" I say surprised, but only for just a second. "Yeah...that sounds about right."

"The ladieth had an orgy in hith honor then dumped the asheth in the river and thold the urn."

I cannot help but smile and shake my head. It seemed a fitting end to the old scoundrel. I still couldn't get over that my sweet mother had such a wild child of a brother. The more I heard about him the more I wished I could have met him, at least briefly.

"Well thanks for that." I say. "But you didn't come all this way just to tell me that, did you?"

"No." She confesses, the joy in her face fading. "You thaid I could come here to hide." She thumbs over toward a leather sack sitting on the path. "I'm thtaying the night."

"Hide?" I turn back to face my little friend. "Are things not going well with Aristocles?"

"Oh no!" She brightens up again with a swoon. "He'th wonderful!"

"That's good."

"Ohh Thir, he'th tho good to me. He loveth me tho much. He hugth on me and kitheth on me all over and he fuckth me all the time. He he he. Hith penith ith alwayth THO hard!"

"Okay..."

"Like tho hard thir! Hard ath thteel! That'th MY guy." She was positively beaming with pride and it was absolutely adorable. "He'th jutht the betht Mathter in the world, if you don't mind me thaying tho."

"Sounds like a good match."

"It ith! And he thtretched my puthy so I can take hith big thcrumptiouth human cock eathily now." She continues. "Why jutht thith morning he thlapped my puthy and thpread my ath and..."

"Okay!" I laugh. "I don't need details."

She giggles and jiggles then returns to picking up sticks.

I look to her overnight bag and back to her. "So why are you here? Why do you need to hide?"

"Thothe jerkth you beat up are giving uth a hard time."

My heart drops. "Oh no."

"It'th okay. My Mathter ith gonna take care of them." She says. "He jutht wanted me in a thafe plathe while thingth went down."

"While things went down?" I did not like the sounds of that. "Collywaddle. What's going on?"

She stops and stands, her eyes distant. "Hith shop hath been broken into. Twithe now. He knowth it'th them."

"The guards?"

She shakes her head no. "He'th gonna catch them in the act tonight himthelf. He'th got a couple guyth to help."

"A couple of guys? Is that enough?" I ask. I knew what kind of men they were, I knew the type of man Aristocles was, and I didn't like the conclusions that I was drawing from that knowledge. "He's got enough to deal with them?"

"Oh yeth." She says, her tone sounding as if she was trying to convince herself as much as me. "My Mathter ithn't big like you...but there'th a lion inthide of him. He'll be okay."

"Oh gods. This is because of me."

Colly smiles a heart-wrenchingly bitter smile and shakes her head sadly. "No Thir. It'th becauthe of me. Me and my green thkin." Her brows furrow, her face marred by a pain felt deep inside. "Mathter wouldn't let me be there. I woulda fought for him Thir. I woulda been there if he let me."

"I know Colly." I kneel down beside her and place a hand on her shoulder. "And he knows that too. He wanted you to be safe."

Dropping her bundle of sticks she spins to cling tightly to me. "If they hurt him Thir...I'm gonna...I'll..."

"Shh." I stroke her back and embrace the scared little slave. "It'll be okay Colly." I say with worry growing in my heart. "It's going to be okay."

***

Chapter 38

Collywaddle steps back visibly more at ease. "You're right Thir. It will be alright. Gotta have faith, right?"

"That's right Colly." I say with a pat to her head. "Aristocles is no fool. And he's got a lot to fight for." Standing up I beckon her to follow. "Come on. You must be thirsty after the walk out here."

She grins. "Ah! You're the betht Thir! Well...thecond betht."

I chuckle, trying for her sake to keep a brave face on. "Come on then."

I lead her down the trail and when the villa comes into sight Colly lets out a loud. "Ooooo!" She hurries forward to take in the old place. Her humongous amber eyes were as wide as they could go as she fawned over the house. It was as if, through her eyes, the fading of time had never touched it. "I didn't know you were loaded!"

I let out laugh. "I am the poorest rich man you will ever meet." After a drink and a very quick tour of the place, during which there are many ooh's and aah's from a very impressed slave, I say. "As you can see we've got more room than we need. Feel free to take any room you like."

"Can I thleep with you?"

"No."

"Bethide the bed?" She asks. "I'll be quiet."

"No." I say. "Colly, you can have your own room."

"Oh." She says disappointedly.

"So?"

"I know jutht the one." She says. Leading me back through the house Colly leads me to the hallway of slave quarters. Choosing the best of the meager lot she quiet happily plops her bag down on the bed. "Thith one."

On the one hand it wasn't a bad choice. Of all of the rooms the slave quarters had been left mostly untouched from the revelry and vandalism much of the rest of the place had been subjected to. On the other it was wasn't that far off from that jail cell I had spent the day in.

"You're sure?" I ask. "You're free to take any you wish."

"Thith ith perfect." She says as she opens her pack. "I know my plathe Thir. And don't you worry, I'll earn my bread."

"You are my guest." I say. "You really don't have to. Although...I wouldn't turn any help away either."

She nods. "I'll take care of that trimming Thir. Don't you even worry about it."

"Well...thanks."

She pulls out another tunic like the one she is wearing and places it in a nicely folded bundle on a little shelf. She licks her plump lips, clears her throat, and asks. "Wanna whip me again Thir?"

"What?" I say. "No. Of course not."

"What if I'm naughty?"

"No."

"What if I'm reeeeally naughty?"

"No!" I say. "I'll leave any of that to Aristocles."

"He doethn't whip like you do though." She says as she hugs her body. "No one doeth. You have thuch a nithe...touch. Mmmm."

"The answer is no."

"Yeth Thir." There is a moment's pause. "Tho you wanna fuck?"

"NO!"

She sticks out her tongue and snorts a laugh. "I thought I'd try."

"Geez Colly, what about your poor master? Would he approve of how you're acting?"

"Oh yeth, definitely!"

"You sure about that are you?"

"Yep. He told me to offer you thex."

"He did not!"

"He did!" She says, aghast that I might think otherwise. "Mathter thaid to look after you like I do him while I'm here. I'm not just a houthe thlave anymore ya know." She straightens up proudly and announces. "I am altho a thex thlave."

"A thex, I mean, sex slave? Oh gods."

"Yep! Ithn't it great? Mathter lookth after me so good." She says. "He underthandth that I'm in my breeding yearth. I'm horny ALL the time. Among my own kind there would be orgieth every day and every night. Mmm." She smiles. "Big ol moutainth of green gobbo thex. Puthieth and penitheth everywhere!"

"Well...there's not mountains of...that here."

"No worrieth." She winks. "I came prepared." With that she pulls a shiny ceramic gladiator figurine whose erect posture and tapered Corinthian helmeted head gave it an unmistakably phallic shape. She looks at her toy then back at me with huge gap-toothed grin. "Wanna watch me play with him?"

"You are too much Collywaddle!" I laugh and give her a shake as she giggles up a storm. "Listen. I'm going to go tell Rosa what's going on. You know your way around the house. Out back is the garden and the river, there's a bath down there too. Make yourself at home."

"Thank you Thir." She says. "I'll be gone tomorrow." With a sigh her worry comes to the surface once more. "I hope."

"Rest easy Colly." I say. "And have faith."

"I will." She says. As I turn to leave she says. "You might want to clothe the door on the way out."

With a glance over my shoulder I see that she was already out of her clothes and rubbing her pussy! Taking her advice I shut the door to give her and her little gladiator some privacy. Horny all the time? Orgies every day and every night? I now understood why Lydia was so eager to sell. The sale bringing to mind the situation of her current master I set out at a jog to find my own slave.

Down the stairs and along the path to Venus I make for the cypress. Before I could even see her I knew that she was where she had promised she would be by the musical lilt of her laughter and the playful trills and yips of her foxy friend.

"Ha ha! Good one Danae!"

I slip through the underbrush to see what fun the pair were getting up to. What I see stops me in my tracks.

Rosa was facing the tree with her arms out wide as she danced and laughed. Halfway between her and the trunk of the grand old cypress floated two disks of...I don't even know what. Looking a bit like two blobs of oil floating on water the circular distortions flitted about like like soap bubbles caught in an erratic breeze. It only takes a moment though to realize that their movements were not erratic at all. They glided through the air in mirrored time and direction with Rosa's weaving hands. Whatever these things were...Rosa was controlling them!

As her arms swayed left so too did the two dinner plate sized disks of distortion. As she spread her hands so the disks separated in kind. As she swirls her hands one over the other the two circles spin about like juggler's balls. She wasn't simply controlling them, she was playing with them.

"Here we go!" Rosa says as she brings one down low about five feet in front of her and sends the other high above.

As the disk approaches the ground Danae yips and leaps straight into it...and disappears! She was gone! Wait. No. There she was. Ten feet up, appearing from out of the other disk, the fox tumbles down through the air for a second only to be caught up again by the first one where she disappears again. My head snaps back up to see her appear again, deposited safely upon a sturdy lower branch of the tree. It was then I realized that I recognized this power. It was the magic of the bracelet, somehow decoupled from the item and made larger. Looking to Rosa's thin wrists I catch the glint of the separated silver hoops worn one to an arm, something that ought to have been impossible from what I knew of the magic item. I then catch a slender tendril of the same distortion snaking through the air to connect silver hoop to magical disk.

What strikes me most of all however wasn't the fantastical magic effect but the ease of which my Lady was controlling them. I knew little of wizards and magic but I had always imagined it to be a taxing affair of stern mental control and iron willed fortitude. But Rosa looked more akin to a kitten with a ball of yarn than some reality bending sorcerer. In my memory I can hear Lydia's awestruck voice telling me of how her own magic had been snatched from her fingers and how her simple droning spell had sung to Rosa's tune. This was the very first day of Rosa attempting to practice magic on her own, something I was told would be impossible even after a lifetime without the proper training, and she was already capable of this!?

"Good one Sis." Rosa says up to her. How she was seeing the fox I hadn't a clue. "Better come down though. I think these are almost tapped." A disk is offered to the fox who obligingly steps through to trot out safely at Rosa's feet. Rosa then brings her fingers together and in the blink of an eye the disks suck back into the magical hoops while at the same time the two parts snap back together under their own power into a woven whole bracelet again at the point where Rosa's fingers met.

Letting out a gasp I call the attention of both fox and woman. Thanks to the deep shade of the thick forest, as Rosa turns to look in my direction I see a fading glow in the exact hue of the haze that had clouded her pupils and stolen her sight shine in her unseeing eyes like two green candle flames. Barely perceptible that same luminescence was also woven up through the pattern of her horns. For one brief eerie moment my cute demon slave looked every inch the wicked child of the Devil that the Christian Ignatius had warned me about! After just a few moments the light fades.

"Master? Is that you?" She asks, looking like regular herself again.

"Uh...yeah." I whisper.

"Did you see?" She asks excitedly. "Did you see me?"

I swallow hard. "Yeah. I saw Rosa. I sure did."

I stand speechless as Rosa carefully makes her way toward me. As I watch her struggling blindly over the roots and rocks, looking so fragile and helpless now, the wizard Lydia's fearful words echo in my mind. 'She might be the most dangerous person I have ever met.'

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Chapter 39

I step forward to meet my lover and take her soft body into my arms.

"Wow!" I say. "You learned to do that just this morning!?"

She giggles and kisses my chest. "It's not so much learning as...doing." She says. "I realized that tapping into magic is tough but, remembering what happened at Lydia's, handling it once it's there is just a matter of reaching out and touching it. I'm getting the sense that just FINDING the magic is more than half the battle and, well..." She touches her eyelids. "...that's not so hard for me."

"So as long as the magic is there to use..."

"...I can use it." She finishes my sentence. "Or borrow it. Like a leech or a parasite or something. At least until I learn how to bring it out myself."

"That's incredible." I marvel. "I didn't think anything would happen this fast!"

"Me neither. So far I can't change what the magic actually does. The portals are still portals and the droning spell still made noise. But, I don't know, I'm just starting. Who knows what is possible."

"If Lydia would have seen what I just saw..."

"I know Master." She says seriously. "I know."

I look down at the little red fox sitting near our feet. Though she sat still her sharp slitted eyes scanned the forest with a predator's focus. "Your assistant seemed a big help."

"Oh yes!" Rosa says brightly. "Danae has been amazing. I couldn't have done it without her."

"You've certainly bonded quickly."

"Of course we have!" She laughs. "We're sisters."

"Hmm. How do you feel?"

"Honestly? Tired." She sighs, slumping into me and allowing me to hold her weight. "It's easy to do it in the moment but it does weigh on me afterward." She clenches her fist tightly. "Like holding a muscle for a long time...then letting it go." She lets her hand relax.