One of the servant girls hurried to Nassara’s side, her face timid and bashful, and gently she took Nassara’s hand and led her to the central mound of cushions. The master remained motionless, watching.
Indicating Nassara should sit on the cushions, and then to lay back in the curved hollow of its centre, the girl gestured for Nassara to spread herself, arms and legs open, exposing the fullness of her reposing body.
‘Be not stiff, young mistress,’ she instructed. ‘Remember you have been sold into slavery. Let your body be relaxed, like when you sleep. Be eager for him, or he beat me and you if he get angered.’
With that she moved back to the man and began to disrobe him, carefully lifting off his outer garment in the practiced manner of one accustomed to the duty. He stood silently, a casual smile on his lips, not taking his eyes from Nassara who, uncertain where to look, feared rebuke if she looked at him, yet fearing to look away.
Young Nassara, having been sold into slavery by her duplicitous stepfather, is stripped naked, chastised and taken to a place of misery where slaves have to quickly comply with the pitiless perversities of the Masters – or face more harsh punishments. Shaved and oiled and adorned in chains and rings of gold the slaves of pleasure have to achieve their duties with devotion and compliance.
How unbearable will be the torment Nassara’s emotions and sweet flesh must endure? And how quickly will she lose her innocence? Her only comfort is Zheeno and her love for him, but the sexual sadistic and leader of the whip-boys, Ahmood, is watching, fully aware of his Master’s obsession with the beautiful slave girl. So when the young lovers are exposed will Nassara’s bravery and penitence be enough to save Zheeno? Must she confront the feared brush whip of serpents’ tails? And will the merciless Masters be even more callous than fate itself?