Milard picked up the napkin that was lying on the bedside table with his finger and carefully wiped the slave's face.

- Drink wine, Ilma, - he put a cup to her lips, - You deserved.

The wine was a bit tart, but it gave strength to the girl. The young man helped her to move to his shoulder and laid her next to him.

- Maybe you're hungry? He asked suddenly.

“The slave has no desires,” the girl replied meekly.

- Nonsense! - Milard abruptly jumped out of bed and grabbed the bell, - Hey!

The lock clicked again, and a guard rose in the doorway. After hearing the order, he, like the first time, slamming himself on the shoulder with his fist, disappeared through the door. A few minutes later, a dark-skinned slave entered the chambers, holding a large tray with all kinds of snacks and finely chopped fruit slices. Placing him on the table, she bowed low and hurriedly left the bedroom.

Milard, who had time to rinse himself in the pelvis and put on a silk robe richly embroidered with gold thread, sat down on the edge of the featherbed and began to conjure over food.

“Take a seat closer, slave,” he threw over his shoulder, “I will feed you.”

When the girl sat down on the edge of the featherbed, Milard began to gently pop into her mouth slices of ham, orange slices, slices of toasted bread. He did all this slowly, giving the opportunity to the slave not only to chew food, but also to enjoy its taste. At the same time he smiled, and this smile was not at all the one that Ilma had seen before. She was kind and gentle. But the princess did not even think about asking this man for anything. His mood could change at any moment, and then ...

Being fed up, Milard again fell into bed, and Ilma again had to appease his Master. He calmed down only by noon. Having called the guard again, the Boss ordered to build a cage for his new beloved slave in the corner of his bedroom, to put on her own chains and bring clothes.

“And bring Gil to me,” he ordered, “Let him help her to dress.”

After some time, a whole crowd of servants, including a blacksmith, a barber, a healer, and an older slave girl, burst into the bedroom of Milard. At first, Ilma thought that this whole mob was intended for her Master, but when the blacksmith removed all the chains from her and instead put on new ones, the barber, sitting down the girl on a low stool, took up her hair, the princess realized that her position was changing. But which way?

The bracelets on the legs, though wider, turned out to be, but they didn’t rub the skin, and the chain connecting them was thinner and allowed to take steps of average size. Hands, too, were now shackled with light handcuffs in front and gave relative freedom. A thick rusty hoop around the neck was removed and replaced with an elegant gold-plated, perfectly polished and with a small ring.

Two slaves spent an hour spinning around the girl, smearing her wounds with special ointments, creams and tinctures, which, according to Milard, will soon heal all abrasions. The slaves were especially careful with the princess’s scratched and broken feet, after which they put neat soft shoes on her feet.

Gila, who had all the time been standing apart and watching the transformation of her ward, only smirked, for which she was awarded a sweeping slap. Having wiped the blood from her lips, she began her duties: the selection of clothes and jewelry for the new favorite of the Lord.

Clothing Ilma represented a long piece of expensive silk with a slot in the middle. The incision descended almost to the waist, both from the front and from the back, leaving the back open and barely covering the chest. The length of the "dress" barely reached half of the hips.At the waist, this cape was tied with a thick braided cord with massive tassels at the ends.

When all the procedures were completed, the Mister threw Ilme a silver hoop with a large ruby ​​on his head and said that it was a symbol of his power. All the servants instantly bowed their heads, and the slaves, including Gilu, knelt down and remained in that position until the girl allowed them to stand.

Milard walked around the princess for a long time, straightening and straightening his robes, then walked a few steps away and told the slave to walk around the room.

- Great! - He concluded and with a gesture drove everyone out of the chambers, only detaining Gil, grabbing her by the elbow, - Now you will serve her.

“Yes, my Lord,” the eldest slave bowed her head.

“And now you will spend her in all the rooms and all the servants, you will say that henceforth Ilma is the eldest slave, and you are her servant. You understood?

“Yes, my Lord,” Gila replied again.

“And now you will call her mistress.”

“Yes, my lord,” the woman's voice faltered.

When they came out into the corridor, Ilma pulled Gilu to herself and whispered in her ear:

- What is the difference, as someone who will call? After all, now we have a little more freedom. We will be able to accomplish what we have conceived and what you have not told me about.

- You're stupid, madam! - the woman exclaimed, - Milard is not as simple as you thought. Tomorrow, his mood will change, and we both can go to the torture chamber, from which no one has ever left alive.

“We’ll see this later,” the princess smiled.

Now life did not seem to Ilma so hopeless and empty. Soon she stopped paying attention to the shackles and collar. Using the provided liberties, the girl often went to the park and walked there for a long time among the age-old trees, rejoicing in the warm sun, the murmur of a small stream that twisted among the stones.

All around the princess with high respect. Even the senior groom Terry, seeing a slave, obsequiously bowed his head in the bow. Being naturally cowardly, he didn’t want, because of some girl, to incur the wrath of the Lord, and Guil, who followed on the heels with a constant whip in his hand, induced animal fear on this crooked and hunched man.

Milprd himself has changed. He no longer dragged young slaves into his apartments and did not arrange bloody orgies there. Now the young man was absorbed in his new favorite, who could satisfy his not only unbridled sexual ardor, but was also a wonderful interlocutor, and sometimes a wise adviser. Convinced of the slave's remarkable mind, Milard began to hold meetings in her presence, often wondering at the princess's opinion and drawing the appropriate conclusions.

“This is to our advantage,” Ilma used to say to her maid, “Now we are aware of all the affairs of the Master.” Only caution and caution again! Otherwise, we will burn.

The trouble struck like a bolt from the cloudless sky! One day, walking along the park's alley, Gila, in the heat of conversation, let out that she had sent a letter through a trusted person, and now she is waiting for an answer.

“Hush, please,” Ilma hissed at her, “They can hear us.”

But the maid just waved away. And in the evening two hefty guards seized Gil and dragged him to the basement.

- What did you talk about in the park today? - Milard buram Ilma sizzling.

“Oh my lord,” the girl began, “A little of everything.”

- Do not lie to me, Ilma, - The owner ran his hand over the slave’s shoulder, - I’ll still learn the truth, but you will be very bad. Believe me, I do not want your death.

“My Lord ...,” the girl wanted to say something again, but Milard stopped her.

- Do not call me Lord. Rather, you are my Mistress. You conquered me, subjugated your will, tamed me. I became your most devoted slave! But you deceived me.

- No, Sir! - firmly answered the princess, - I did not deceive you.

“Then tell me everything,” Milard demanded, “And again I will believe in your loyalty.”

“Let me talk to Gila first,” Ilma asked.

- Well, - after a short pause the Master agreed, - Tonight.

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