"Where is your Master?"
Through a slit window, I could see the early morning sun painted the clouds red. They hung over the town Ebugal; it's close-packed mud buildings emerging out of the shadows. Inside Fogrim's room, a dying oil lamp flickered.
Hanging chained by their ankles along the far wall were his slave girls. They swung gently back and forth, fast asleep. They had all learned to do so in the uncomfortable positions he kept them in to remind them of their place.
Before me were two naked girls who had opened the door for me. Both knelt at my feet, thighs tightly together, and resting back on their heels. One had her wrists bound in front of her, a slender, dark-haired Shemite who was fit for a harem of ancient Assyria. The other had her wrists cuffed behind her back, a gently tanned, petite, Caucasian girl with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. It was the slave girl he had kidnapped from the criminal Lukor's mansion.
"He has not returned yet, master," said the Shemite. Ninli, I think he had named her.
The blonde looked up at me, her blue eyes wide.
A mistake.
"He said he would be back by dawn," I loosened my belt and pulled out my penis. "It is not like him to be incorrect about such things."
I grabbed the blonde by her hair and pulled her to me. She quickly opened her mouth and took in my penis. Her mouth was warm; she began to bob her head back and forth.
"What's this one's name?"
"Master Fogrim has not named her yet," Ninli shook her head.
I surveyed the girls hanging chained along the far wall.
“Where is Yura?" I asked. The Shang girl Yura was his current favorite. A subtle beast; she looked like a swimwear model whisked away from a Beijing fashion week.
“He took her with him, Master.”
The blonde Armanean pushed her head forward till my penis touched the back of her throat. Well-trained, she did not gag.
"How old is this one?" I asked.
"She is 19, Master," said Ninli.
"Did your master say anything about where he was going? Or why he took a woman with him? Anything at all?"
"No, Master. I am sorry."
The blonde stroked my penis with her tongue, rolling back the foreskin and licking clean the area around the crown. I seized her hair with both hands and pumped her head until I came. I did not let her move until I was finished. Then, I pulled myself clear. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide for me to see.
She remained like that, awaiting my command.
"Excellent girl," I wiped my penis dry on her bared throat. "Tell your master when you see him, but I need to speak with him urgently."
"Yes, Master," said Ninli.
I cupped the blonde’s jaw, shut her mouth, and nodded to her.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Then she opened and showed me her empty mouth.
"Good Slave," I stroked her hair.
I turned and left the room.