He did not stop, lost as he was in the heat of the moment. The man’s girth widened Natasha’s tight virgin pussy as he thrust into her repeatedly, the head of the penis pressing against that last threshold of resistance until it broke. Then there was warmth, wet, fast, and gushing into her.<br/><br/>“I’m cumming!”<br/><br/>Evidence of their union leaked out onto the sheets, staining the bed white and scarlet. The man’s thrusts gradually grew weak as he spurted again and again. Breathing deeply, he rolled over to the side, still embracing the smaller woman’s form against his equally nude body. His lips touched hers, his tongue wrestling with her own. His rough, calloused hands ran across Natasha’s smooth flesh, squeezing her ass and holding her close so that her bare breasts pressed against his chest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you want to try and remain conscious, give me a DC 12 Constitution save to stay awake. If you’re able to do so, you have enough time either to get a clearer look at the man’s face and thus remember his visage, or ask him one simple question to be answered before drifting off to slumber.<br/><br/>Should you choose instead to save your reserves and succumb to slumber (don’t roll a save), then you’ll regain 1d4 hit points in addition to or independent of any hit points regained from hit dice spent on a short rest.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><strong>The Taming of the Slave</strong></span></span><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/1msrQ2d.jpeg)</div><br/>Natasha awoke to the sight of someone peering over her, or rather, her head was looking up from someone’s lap. A voluptuous, topless woman gently stroked her hair.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8TE5iMj.jpeg)</div>“Take it easy, New Blossom,” she said in a soft and quiet whisper. “You’ve been through a lot.”<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TLP2vQ5.jpg)</div><br/>Only now did the sores and aches from what was likely hours’ worth of lovemaking come back in full force. Dull throbbing pains emitted from Natasha’s hips, groin, breasts, and ass, and while her vision was still halved from the loss of an eye she could see a bit better. She was in what looked to be a strip club, albeit an antiquated style bereft of modern lights and conveniences. A naked woman clung to and spun around a central pole as people watched on from shadowy alcoves, one of which was occupied by Natasha and the mysterious woman.<br/><br/><em>Here are some likely questions Natasha has for her. Feel free to ask any others that come to mind!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Who Are You?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”My name is Faizah. I am a courtesan of five years. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands; I’ve seen many women like yourself come and go, oftentimes directionless. I’ll be your guiding hand for the trials ahead.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Where am I?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”How specific are we talking? Well, you’re in the city-state of Ikath, in the Dancer’s Ward. This establishment is the Winking Minx.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">How far are we from New Mexico/Carlsbad Caverns/America?</div><div class="spoiler_body">Faizah tilted her head. ”I”m sorry, I do not know of such lands. As I hear it you were seized from the jungles of Dhar Mesh; from which tribe do you hail?”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Natasha tells her about her homeland</div><div class="spoiler_body">”I have not heard of your tribe, or of your home. It must be far from Ikath, and indeed Lomar, for while I have heard and seen many wonders, those of your homeland sound new to me.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">My memory’s fuzzy. What happened?</div><div class="spoiler_body">Faizha frowned a bit. “Poison most likely. It seems that you were captured by slavers and drugged for putting up a fight. It’s long-lasting, causes your limbs to feel heavy and your senses to dull. You got through the worst period, you should be coming off of it now in an hour or so.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Brothel? Slavers? Are you *gasp* getting at what I think you’re getting at?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”I’m afraid so.” Faizah averted eye contact, sighing. “Slaves of every race and role can be found in Ikath, and you were chosen for the duty of giving relief and release to men.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">I cannot be a sex slave! I cannot have sex with strangers/for money/against my will!</div><div class="spoiler_body">”Your words are ones I hear too often,” Faizah said. She brought Natasha up to sitting level and hugged her. “Were we masters of our own fates, we’d not be here. But while you’re here, I can help. I can teach you how to look for men who will treat you gently, and we have herbs to prevent pregnancy. Also, if you please our master enough, you’ll gain more privileges over time.”<br/><br/>Faizah gently touched Natasha’s eyepatch. “You already paid the price of rebellion once. You don’t want to make the same mistake again.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Have you seen any of my friends?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”You were not taken into Ikath alone, although you were sold separately from what I heard. I’m sorry, I know not where your friends are or who they were sold to; such things aren’t told to us.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">How can I get free?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”Do not talk of such things!” Faizah scolded as she poked Natasha on the forehead. “We are slaves for life or until our master sees fit to toss us to the winds. But...you can have someone purchase you or your freedom, but that decision is out of the hands of mere slaves like us.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Who is my owner?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”Url Phor of Chen Sarek. He is a Panjandrum of middle influence, one of the Dancer’s Ward’s administrators. Do not expect to see him in person, his slaves are managed by lower-ranking guardsmen and artisans who manage his property, like others of his station.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Panjandrum?</div><div class="spoiler_body">”A servant of a city’s lord; the term is Atlantean in origin, or so the scribes say. They are not mere slaves; they can own property, bear weapons, and make demands of a city-state’s citizens and expect to be heeded.”</div></div><br/>Before Natasha could pursue any more questions, a white-haired woman approached her and Faizah. She looked to be around Natasha’s age, and like Faizha was topless, clad only in jewelry and translucent fabric.<br/><br/>“Is she alright?” the woman asked Faizah.<br/><br/>“Ah Senfra, good to see that you’re still walking on two legs after a session with Glarchart!” Faizha exclaimed. “She’s just coming to, actually! Natasha, meet our very own ‘Atlantean Princess!’”<br/><br/>Senfra gave a slight bow, a clenched fist over her heart. “Asura’s dawn, Natasha. I understand this must be a frightening time for you. But for what it’s worth, you won’t be alone.”<br/><br/>Faizah clapped her hands together. “Actually, I was going to suggest you train her Senfra, although as a sign of good will why don’t we let her make the choice? Natasha, your first man paid for your inexperience, but as a New Blossom you must now become experienced in the ways of love. I have a good number of years over the other girls, although Senfra here has a natural personality befitting of her heritage, and the endurance of youth to go with it! Only one of us can help you out now; the men of the Dancer’s Ward can get impatient if denied for too long!”<br/>