Free For the Pleasure of Men by Nora Weaving Page A

Kalliope,” she finally choked out.
    “Kalliope,” he repeated. “That’s a lovely name.”
    Kalliope tried to smile but winced instead.
    “Come on. Let me help you,” Damianos said gently. He took her belt from the bed and he stepped close to her. He slid his hands behind her back and wrapped the belt around her waist. It was an innocent enough gesture, but it felt painfully intimate and strangely erotic. Damianos seemed to feel it too, and his eyes bore into her own eyes as he knotted the material. “Let’s get you to the healer.”
    Kalliope leaned on Damianos, and he helped her down the hallway. The hall was vacant but they could hear the sounds of sex drifting down the corridor; female voices begging for more, and male voices grunting and groaning with pleasure.
    They turned down the hall towards the healer’s room.
    “You’re new here,” Damianos stated, “I’ve never seen you before.”
    “Last night was my first night.”
    “I see,” he paused, “Didn’t anyone warn you about Spyro?”
    “Yes. Someone tried to as I was taking him back to the room, but I thought they were only half-serious.”
    “This is rough even for Spyro’s standards. But he takes sick pleasure in making new girls bend to his will. There hasn’t been a new woman here in nearly a year. I’m sure the men are more than eager to train a new lover.”
    “So it’s true?” she couldn’t help asking. “All the men here like to dominate their women?”
    Damianos studied her carefully, and Kalliope had the strange feeling that he could see right through her. “That is what Hera Selene is all about. Beautiful, submissive lovers. They are here to serve in every way possible.”
    Kalliope didn’t know how to respond, so she remained silent. For the first time, she looked at what Damianos was wearing. He was dressed in fine garments, with various decorative medals for his service at war. He was clearly a man of power, and Kalliope suddenly felt self-conscious and foolish.
    “I think I can take over from here,” she said quickly, as she stumbled out of his grip, “Thank you for your service.”
    “Oh no you don’t,” Damianos said in a husky voice, gently pulling her back to him. “I’m making it my personal responsibility to see that you are well cared for. I’m sure it’s frightening being new here, especially when a prick like Spyro takes full advantage of your new status and his position of power.”  He looked over at Kalliope and winked. “And people listen to what I say,” he added with a note of arrogance.
    Normally Kalliope was put off by arrogant men, but something about Damianos’ confidence only made him more attractive. Instead of putting up a fight, she leaned in to him and let him guide her to the healer’s suite.
    The healer rolled her eyes when she saw Kalliope, but then suddenly straightened when she saw Damianos.
    “Damianos!” she exclaimed, “What do I owe the pleasure?”
    “No pleasure at all,” he said gruffly, gently pushing Kalliope forward. “I’m afraid that piece of shit Spyro has taken advantage of our new woman here.”
    The healer studied Kalliope for the first time. Kalliope had felt invisible moments before, but she now had the healer’s full attention.
    “I’m Aella,” she said, “Come on over here, lamb.”
    Kalliope scooted over and Damianos motioned to her backside. Aella lifted up Kalliope’s dress and then gasped. She was an older woman, possibly older than Priska, and she cursed Spyro as she tended to Kalliope’s wounds. She cleaned them, and rubbed creams and ointments on her welts. She finished off with a healing oil and instructed Kalliope to come back twice a day for the next few days.
    “I’m not sure if you’ll be able to work the next few days,” she sighed.
    Kalliope felt her spirits plummet. She had such a wonderful first night and she had been so confident in her abilities at her new home. Now, she wondered if she could ever survive at Hera