She could feel her nipples, stiff and urgent through her clothes, but tried to ignore the sensation, knowing that with her purity girdle clamped tight around her hips any attempt to masturbate would bring only frustration. She had been half-asleep, day dreaming of her time in the southern lands. It had been impossible not to dwell on the erotic aspects of the long journey that had been forced upon her. In her home, Korismund, her body was always concealed beneath layers of elaborate clothing. In Apraya she had shown not just ankles, but the full length of her legs, her midriff, her chest, her bottom. In fact she had shown everything, naked on a slave block in front of a thousand or more eager male eyes. Then there had been her companies, Talithea and the maid, Aisla, put through the same exposure and indignity. She had made love to both, first under the lewd direction of men, then for their own pleasure. Nor had any of them escaped the attentions of men, dwarfs, goblins, a colossal troll.
