The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth.Back and forth.Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not ...ree herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge. Wasn't my fault, somehow. Being a victim is worse than being an unfortunate bystander while other things were happening."She was quiet, and I waited. She has to decide on her own. I won't push. But Maker, I hope she at least talks to him."I ... need to think. And open that letter."I smiled sadly. "You want me to stay with you? Or I can get Leliana, or Jowan?" No, thanks. I think I need some time alone."She got up and walked slowly up to her room, and I watched her go. She looked eighty years. Only to be replaced by a stiffer corset but without the electric wires. She was then led away to a large what appeared to be a stable area, with some 20 separate stalls but the stalls were more like cages. In some of the Cages were women but they had bushy hair extensions which gave the appearance of being similar to a horses mane and all the women looked really strange as they had obviously something stuck out of their arses with bushy artificial hair hanging from it, this created the. My mom must have scared him somehow. I took him down to the kitchen, and Mom couldn’t believe what she was seeing.“Did you have to bash him with a broom and knock him out?” she asked.“I don’t know what all the fuss was about. He was sleeping on the back of the couch, so I picked him up and put him in there. He seems like a sweet kitty,” I assured her.“I call bullshit. That kitten is not sweet,” Mom informed me. “Now go get your hound. I’ll finish your laundry.”That was more than a fair trade. I.