A small Latin-looking girl got out of the passenger seat. Compared to my brother she looked like a midget. Damn cute, though. She was wearing tight je...ns and a tank top and seemed to have some nice curves. Kelly waved at them through the window and the girl smiled and waved back. “That’s Teresa. Now, behave. Your brother has been dating her since the start of the semester. Longer, since the start of training.”“What’s that, seven weeks, eight?”“Longer!”“No, I am sure you are mistaken. My brother. Elena was captured and brought to the castle as a very young girl, she had cried for several nights and then finally one day just stopped speaking. She went about her chores and stayed to herself, she neither looked or spoke to anyone. The matron had taken note of this, thinking that if the current girl attending the prisoner were to pass on, this would be the ideal girl to take that job. It had been less than a year since Elenas capture when the older slave died of sickness as many girls did,. A scan noted brain activity. Two robotic probes made of soft material and designed to replicate human hands began to massage her. They started at her feet, gently kneading the soles of the feet, the ankles. Nichole stirred. The machine was very good at its job. She hadn’t realized the pleasure her feet could generate. Then the “hands” travelled up her legs, to her knees, to her open thighs. They massaged the interior of the thighs. For a long time. “It’s teasing me”, she thought. But. At first, it was pretty transparent and formless, but little by little, the shape of a young woman solidified. It faded in and out a bit like it was having difficulty appearing, but then she was there. She was wearing a long skirt and very simple shirt. Her hair was red and hung in a single long braid down her back. She was quite petite, and her hands were very delicate looking."Hello, Annabelle. It's nice to finally see you after all the dreams you have put in my head. I want to help you, but.