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into the opened vulnerability. Without heed of the intimacy of such ungracious encroachment, he continued to massage her there. Pleasant waves of pleasure spread from her thighs and lower belly, radiating to every part of her body, soothing and calming, healing and cleansing her ravaged flesh. Her mind was infused by some potent drug of peacefulness, almost dissolving those humbling traces of shame that came from this stranger touching her so intimately.
    â€˜I am Babbushan, and I am to look after you for the masters, Nassara.’ The voice was rather high-pitched, close by her ear, and she was surprised he spoke her language or knew her name. ‘Turn your body to me,’ he commanded, indicating that he had finished his work on her buttocks.
    â€˜Who are you? Where is this place?’ Nassara was at the edge of tearfulness, yet she obeyed him at once, turning slowly onto her back, wondering whether she might have come upon some small sanctuary of humanity.
    He did not look at her in the same lecherous way that others did. Instead, he looked upon her nakedness with concern and sympathy. Strangely, she no longer felt humbled or uneasy under his searching gaze, despite such intimate touches by him. At first his attentions filled her with degradation, but now they seemed to be almost kindly in their purpose, the cleansing warmth still radiating through her body, dispersing the aches and pains.
    â€˜Ask few questions of me. Keep silent. Listen and learn from me, then your life will be comfortable. I will help you when I can. I will try to keep you from cruelty. But you must be quick to learn and quick to please your masters, or your life will be one of pain and misery like the lowest of slaves. Be thankful you are chosen for our masters’ pleasure.’ His voice was almost a whisper, stern but reassuring.
    He began to massage around her neck and shoulders, and then her slender arms until the stiffness was almost gone.
    The girl attendant’s earnest face bobbed in front of Nassara’s vision as she poured oil into the valley between Nassara’s breasts. Where the vivid welt marked them Babbushan gently applied a thick balm, tenderly rubbing the healing mixture into it. Nassara gasped at first, until the sting slowly evaporated.
    His huge form looming over her, Babbushan silently continued his work. His fingers skilfully kneaded and circled around the peaks of her breasts, before descending to the plain below, there to manipulate the toned muscles.
    â€˜Our master will find pleasure with you, Nassara. You will be favoured in this place and find comfort and reward for devotion.’ His hands massaged her flesh in firm flourishes, and after a while he moved down to her legs, using both hands in a vicelike grip around first one and then the other, sliding his excruciating embrace slowly upwards into the softness of her inner thighs.
    â€˜You will please the master, Nassara, if I know him well, which is my duty here.’ His tone conveyed casual satisfaction, as if telling her of matters that would also please her. Yet, as if knowing she would be unprepared for what was to come after his reassuring words, he moved his hands to rest on her crotch, both thumbs seeking the lips of rippled flesh that rimmed her entrance and gently peeling them apart. She gasped with shock, her thighs clamping together at such a crude intrusion, but he was undeterred.
    For a moment he held the folds slightly apart, before spreading them more fully, exposing the gossamer pinkness of her inner flesh. ‘Oh please, I beg you,’ she began to protest, raising herself up on her elbows, tensing with shock and revulsion, but the man held her easily and pushed her back down.
    â€˜Be still, girl. I have told you, learn and obey. Do not resist the will of the masters, or me as their servant. Be stilled for my work. I shall not harm you.’ He spoke firmly, warning her.
    Nassara trembled with indignation. Her eyes blazed