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Bathhouse by t'Sade
Copyright (c) 2001, t'Sade

A young woman finds herself standing at the door to a candleshop, a
half-destroyed deed in one hand and no possession but the ones on her
back.

This story contains explicit material in the following scenes:
* F/tentacle magic dream preg
_________________________________________________________________

The small bronze bell jingled softly as the poorly-fitted door
squealed opened. A burst of cold air slammed into the room, shoving
out small clouds of incense and other smells into the street beyond.
Galidia, the proprietress of the store looked up from her age-scared
hands in surprise--people don't visit this early in the morning. One
foggy eye peered toward the front of the store, trying to focus on the
fuzzy shape standing next to her rosemary candles.

Sighing with frustration, she called out to the shape as she began to
crawl down the half-rotted stool she was perched on.

"Hold on, these eyes don't see as far as they used to. And don't steal
anything."

Only a faint laugh, not enough for identification, reached her eyes as
she reached the ground. She stood up to her full height, a short 122
cm, and waited for her hands to stop trembling. Still not hearing a
response, but also no sounds of things being stolen, she reached out
for a low shelf and hobbled over to the door until her visitor came
into focus of her ancient eyes.

The stranger was not from around her, she figured that part
immediately as her dress was cut differently than the more elegant
manner of Franome. Instead of the long, flowing gowns of the rich, she
had a long skirt and simple halter top. A smart jacket was casually
wrapped around her, showing off the smooth curves of her breasts.

She didn't have the starving, haunted look of the peasants and her
clothes fit her too well. But, her clothes were dirty and a little
worn; Galidia's mind spun for a mere second and she guessed that the
woman was a merchant' daughter or someone middle class who ran out of
money.

Galidia's eyes continued to inspect her guest, admiring the taut
stomach that peek from between the top and skirt. Her age-glazed eyes
trailed down, admiring the smooth legs that peeked up at her from
below the skirt; in an errant thought, the old woman briefly wondered
if her guest screamed during sex.

As an old widow, she's been so long without a lover that even women
were beginning to look good. A faint chuckle escaped her lips as she
thought about that. The chuckle turned into a rasping cough as she
grabbed the shelf tightly. Each wet noise drained a life out of her
until she gasped for breath.

Her visitor waited patiently for the coughs to subside. Galidia
finally recovered enough to peer up at the strange invading her shop.

"Sorry, the cold air causes the hacking. Please shut the door."

Her guest closed the door gingerly and turned back. The old woman
looked up with a smile, "Welcome, to Galidia's Candles and," she
struggled not to cough again and just managed, "Incense. How may I
help you?"

"Uhh, I'm looking for 2352a Bottle Drive. Is it nearby?" Galidia was
surprised the stranger's voice was soft, but high. There was more than
a little hint of culture in her accent and the ancient woman placed
her guest from the south, near the Franome-Carium border.

Galidia coughed wetly again and wiped some of the phlegm on her
sleeve, "This is 2352 Bottle Drive, there isn't an 'a'...", an ancient
memory pushed it's way up through the years, "oh, wait, there is,
isn't there?"

The young woman, in her mid-twenties by Galidia's estimate, looked
confused. The ancient crone grinned up with a mouth missing more than
a few teeth. Her guest smiled back, still confused.

Galidia's sharp ears hear the growl of the younger woman's stomach as
a brief smell of the local baker drifted through the room. She watched
her guest swallow hard and make a show of concentrating on the crone.
A nagging idea drifted through the age-filled brain and Galidia smiled
sly.

"Do you mind if I eat first?"

Emotions stirred on the younger's face for a moment: fear, longing,
and pain. The old woman nodded and looked closer at her, her eye
looking back over the smooth flesh and noticed the shallowness of
someone who had more than a passing experience with hunger and
suffering. Now that she was looking, she could see them clearly on the
young woman.

"Want to join me?"

"I-I can't. It wouldn't be proper." The younger woman started to say
more but the crone patted her on the hip and smiled; she thought of
her guest naked on her tiny bed, but let the daydream fade away.

"I invited you, girl, so sit down and eat!"

The younger woman hesitated for a second, then nodded. Galidia,
forcing back a coughing attack, nodded and hobbled back over to her
stool. Her hands shook as she crawled up the rotted wood and perched
herself on it's edge. Her guest followed and looked around for
somewhere to sit.

The older woman pointed to a pile on another stool, a sturdier one
without padding, "Just shove stuff off."

Gingerly, the young woman set the candle supplies on the table next to
her and sat down. The old woman watched, seeing marks of money and
social power in the woman's movements.

Galidia hacked a couple of times as she pushed a smallish basket
across the table. A few hunks of cheese peeked out of the
grease-stained cloth covering it. She watched at her guest looked
hungrily at the food.

"Go ahead, my dear."

With another hesitant smile, the young stranger pulled back the cloth
to reveal a basket full of fruit, cheese, and bread. Of course, there
wasn't a lot, but it was something. The stranger's lips grew wetter
and Galidia could see the hunger fighting in her eyes.

She reached in and pull at a red, shiny apply. Galidia's hand reach
out and held it down for a second. The young woman tried to drop it,
but the steel-hard grip caught her. Growing confused, she looked into
the glazed eyes of the storekeeper.

Galidia looked sternly at her, looking the deep brown eyes of her
guest, "I don't feed people who I don't know their name."

In the back of her mind, she remembered her bastard of a dead husband
saying the same thing before they had sex for the first. But, those
memories faded as the young woman spoke in her soft, tender voice.

"I am sorry. Aini is my name, madam."

"No last name?"

"Hivin, madam."

"I'm not madam, young whelp. Just," she fought back a spasm in her
throat, "call me Galidia."

"No last name?" A slight smile crossed Aini's face and Galidia
laughed. Her laughter dissolved into more wet hacking but she soon
recovered enough to respond.

"When you've done as much as me, you don't need a last name."

Aini nodded and stared at the luscious apple. Galidia handed it to her
with a smile and Aini attacked it with a three-day hunger. The older
woman slowly handed her food and water, forcing her to slow down until
Aini sat back, no longer hungry. Her fingers wrapped around the wooden
cup as if it was her last drink.

Galidia, after watching her for a while, looked at her shrewdly, "Why
are you looking that place?"

Aini looked up, surprised at the conversation. She finished her large
bit of the cheese and swallowed hard.

"Huh?"

"2352a. It's been abandoned for many years."

Aini blushed slightly and pulled out a thick roll of paper. She
unrolled it on the table, careful not to get it wet. Galidia
recognized the colors and the art. She gave that piece of paper, many
years ago, to the ungrateful bastard who grew up to be her son; it was
a legal deed, in case anything happened to her or her husband.

She stared at it in surprised for a few moment before wheezing,
"Where'd you get that?"

Aini sat back in surprise of the venom in host's voice, "My brother
said it was his, before he... he... died. Is it... is it legal?"

The last few words where almost a whisper and the old woman instantly
knew that Aini came a very long distance in hopes of something better
than what she left. She briefly considered saying no, but her heart
softened at the trembling brown eyes.

"Depends. Where did he get it?"

"I don't know. I found it in my brother's stuff when I had..."

The young woman's voice trailed off and didn't pick up again. The
older woman examined the paper again, her fingers trembling slightly.
Slowly, she turned it over and pulled out a pen. Finding the
endorsement line, she signed it with a scrawl.

"Now it's legal, if you sign here."

She pushed the pen and paper over to the girl who stared at her with
an open mouth. The old woman wondered briefly what it would feel like
against her skin, but Aini was already paying attention to the paper
in front of her.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, you're prettier than my son, so yes."

Aini still looked at her hopefully and the old woman briefly wondered
if she could get the young woman into her bed, even for just one
night. Noticing the girl wanted a yes or no, she nodded, "Yes, it's
legal."

Aini's eyes brightened and she smiled, hesitantly. The old woman
hacked and continued.

"It was back when this entire block cost me just a mark every season.
Now, I have to pay a hundred every month just to keep this!"

She waves around the depressingly small room, the stool rocking
dangerously. Aini started to get up, but the old woman easily brought
the furniture under control.

"He was going to make a spa or bathhouse so he and the bastard could
see half-naked woman running around. But, he got bored and the bastard
left me, again, for someone half his age."

"Bastard...?"

"The filth-ridden, dung-beetle, lover-of-undead, infernal-spawn of a
husband who's only child was an unloving little brat who thought with
nothing but what hung between his legs. I remember when the bastard
first came up with the idea to have a beauty contest..."

Aini smiled softly. Sensing the old woman's need to rant, she listened
for many decidays, smiling as the frail grandmother alternated between
screaming and explaining all the faults of her ex-husband and son.

As the woman trailed off from her grand stories, she looked sharply at
Aini.

"I assume you don't have any plans?"

"Plans?" Aini's voice was soft and scared.

"With the building, the house... anything?"

Tears welled up in the young woman's eyes as she shook her head
slightly. The old woman could see silent sobs crash through the young
woman's body, but something prevented them from coming out.

"Husband?"

"I haven't been with a man for many years."

"Woman?" Galidia hopes flared briefly, but Aini shook her head. The
old woman nodded, her hopes of some human companionship before she
died fading away.

"Do you have a job? Money? Family? Skills?"

Aini shook her head to all of them except the last.

"I know a little magic... and some needlework."

"You were rich once, weren't you?"

Aini nodded once and suddenly burst into tears. Months of travel,
hunger, and hardship seemed to flood out of her system as she sat
there sobbing uncontrollably. Galidia crawled down off her stool and
hugged Aini's leg. The young girl slide out of the chair to sit on the
ground and held Galidia tightly; streams of tears seem to pour down
her face, soaking the old woman's shirt.

Sniffing, Aini sat back on the rickety stool as the last of the tears
stopped flowing. She looked down at the woman with red eyes and
sniffed daintily. Galidia patted her on the leg and crawled back up
her stool.

"What are you going to do?"

"I-I don't know. I was hoping that the building would give me ideas,
m-maybe a warm place to sleep at night."

The old woman resisted offering her bed; she thought hard instead of
the young woman's problems.

"Well, I don't know about ideas, but you might try fixing the place
up."

"With what? I have no money? I-I lost it all..."

"I figured."

Aini looked up, but the old woman still had something to say,
"Depending on how bad it is, I have a little saved up. You could
borrow it, with a wee bit of interest, and use it to fix up the
place."

Aini's deep brown eyes sparkled as hope glimmered in their depths.

"W-Why?"

"I have little to spend on these days and you seem as good of a
project as any. Plus, you never know what you might be willing to try
next."

Aini felt some additional meaning in those last words, but she didn't
know what the old lady was hinting at. Galidia saw the confusion and
let it past.

"If you are willing to put in a lot of hard work, both here and next
door... I'd be willing to front a little money to get the place
cleaned up."

"No one has ever... I don't know... Thank you." Aini's speech was as
broken as she was confused, unsure of why the old woman was helping a
practical stranger.

The young woman thought for a second, "But, I don't know anything
about spas."

"Neither did the bastard, but it didn't stop him from trying."

Aini's laugh came out as a half-sob, but she was nodding. The crone
caught her hand and looked into her blood-shot eyes. When she talked,
her voice will filled with a serious grimness, "This is a lot of work.
If you start, finish. If you don't think you can do it, then go away.
If you take my money and flee, I'll have the city guard on you so fast
they won't hear your screams for a week."

Aini's smile dropped as a sinking sensation dropped into her stomach.
A faint prickling of sweat dotted her forehead, but she nodded. Her
face was set in a serious expression as Galidia's eye searched her
own.

After a second, the crone sat back.

"Help me clean up and we'll find your 2352a Bottle Drive."

"Yes, madam."

"And sign the deed."

A smile, "Yes, madam."
________________________________________________________

Close to an deciday later, just enough time for Aini to frantically
clean the store, the two women found themselves outside in the almost
deserted street. A pair of guards walked down the street, watching the
shadows with suspicious care but ignored the women. Beyond a stray
cat, the street was empty.

They were staring at a wooden wall, almost identical to the other
walls of the building. It was black with mud, grime, and paint.
Occasional swirls of color, from long-forgotten graffiti hinted at an
earlier time, but it was gone down. The lower edge of the wall was
rotted completely through, showing off mud-soaked bricked and
shattered concrete.

The air was filled with the thick stench of urine and Aini's nose
wrinkled in distaste.

"This is it?"

The old woman nodded and tried to say something, but a coughing attack
slammed into her and she gasped for breath. Aini, waiting for her
unexpected patron to recover, toyed with the thick rod of metal in her
hand. The crowbar felt heavy in her arms and already the first twinges
of strain tugged at her shoulder.

She stepped forward and pushed at the wood, but it didn't move under
her feeble attempts. Behind her, the crone recovered and looked at
Aini's firm ass closely before responding.

"We had to board it up a long time ago, after the demon summoner."

Aini jumped back, snatching her hand away as if it was burned.

"Demon summoner!?"

Galidia looked at the pale face and grinned, "Don't worry girl. Had a
priest come in and say the place was cleaned. The only spirit that
wasn't resting was the summoner himself after the city guard came in
and... removed him."

"But, it's safe?"

The crone nodded, choosing to not tell a few minor details. Instead,
she expanded in on the past of the building.

"After the bastard and moron left, I just left the place opened. A few
of the homeless called it their home for a few months, but I didn't
mind. They disappeared when the summoner moved in. Didn't know the boy
was into demons until the guards broke in and cut off his head. I
wasn't charged for being an accomplice, but I was stuck with the
bill."

Aini nodded as the old woman continued, "Didn't have much money at the
time, so I just had the place boarder up. That was... close to
twenty-seven years ago, in the spring."

The young woman muttered something and Galidia croaked out a command,
"Speak up, girl."

"Sorry, madam, I was born twenty-seven years ago, in the spring."

The old woman briefly thought about the age difference, then her
thoughts turned to what Aini would feel like wrapped around her hand.
Pushing back the thought of a horny women, the old woman shrugged.

"Coincidence."

Galidia almost fell into another coughing attacks as Aini stared at
the wooden wall in disbelief. Her eyes caught the faint outline where
a street sign would go and decided it would work out.

Aini was raised a lady, to marry off to the first husband who proved
his worth. Her brother, a selfish man, was more interested in gaming
and hunting than in taking care of the estates. Before her father
died, she never did anything more strenuous then lift her knitting and
order the servants around.

She looked down at her hands, scarred and callous. After her dad died,
she expected the servants to stay; they didn't. Soon, it was only her
brother and her. She tried to do the chores, but she didn't know what
to do and her brother spent most of his time out in the bars.

One day, he came home with a bundle of stuff. Dropping it on the door
frame, he stumbled into the house. She found him in the morning on the
couch, dead from alcohol poisoning.

Two weeks later, the tax collectors took away her home.

Now, she was standing in front of a wooden wall with an old lady
trying not to cough up one of her lungs. Aini sighed unhappily and
hefted the crowbar in her hand. The memories of the pain she went
through to get here, the traveling from town to town, begging for
rides and avoiding the slavers and rapists. It was not fun, but it
showed her a world she didn't even knew existed a year ago.

Looking down at her crowbar, she felt her arm ache from it' weight.
Looking back at the tiny woman, she raised an eyebrow.

Galidia nodded between spasms and Aini hesitantly stepped forward. She
found a crack and shoved the flat end of the crowbar into it. Wrapping
her fingers around it, she wondered when the last time she had a man.
The intervening memories got in the way and she forced the thought out
of her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled down on the crowbar.

It didn't move.

She tried again and again until her arms and back screamed in agony.
Finally, the wood creaked. She looked around, for someone to ask for
help, but the street was deserted. Almost on the edge of tears, she
forced herself to wrap her hands around the dull metal and pull.
Finally, the wood creaked then broke off, throwing Aini to the ground.

A foul burst of wet air followed her, turning her world green for a
moment as she struggled not to retch. The old woman, already in a bout
of coughing managed to avoid the rancid air; she practically ran for
her store entrance and stood there, wheezing while her shaking hand
clutched to the door knob.

After an eternity, both woman manage to clear their lungs and look at
the dark opening of the forgotten bathhouse. It seemed to hold a
promise of something evil. The foul, wet oder of the darkness seemed
to wrap around them, strangling them and clutching at them. Somewhere
deeper into the darkness, something dripped with a random staccato.

Both women stared at the darkness, trying to identify the sound and
orders when Galidia brightened, "That's were the smell was coming
from!"

Aini looked down at the short woman, confusion on her face.

Looking up, the ancient crone explained, "My shop used to just sell
candles I made from wax, but then this horrible smell started stinking
up the place. I lost a lot of customers and I never had that many to
begin with. So, I had to learn how to make incense to cover up the
smell. I still have some guests, but not as many as I used to."

Aini took a deep breath and picked up the crowbar from where she
dropped it.

"Might as well get it over with."

"That's the spirit!"

Then, the old woman had to sit down as she gasped for breath. Aini
felt a brief wave of concern but attacked the wall with her aching
muscles and the crowbar.
________________________________________________________

Almost twenty days later, two hetods, her muscles still ached. Her
arms, legs, back, shoulders, and every other part of her body seemed
to scream in agony each time she moved.

After she attacked the door, ripping away the boards among the foul
smell and dampness. Then, gagging, she left it alone for a few days to
air out. Even after that time, the building still reeked of the
horrible smell.

Even though the doorway was tiny, the rooms behind it were huge
compared to the rest of the block. A small, narrow hallway lead into a
building that dominated the entire center of the city block, almost
one hundred meters on a side. Small, half-finished, private tubs were
laid out against one wall with a larger, shallow pool in the middle.
There were places to undress, to store clothes, and even a small area
for drinks or food. It was a very well designed spa, but in very bad
shape.

Most of the tile was rotted away or crumbled; years of dampness and
humidity broke down the fragile stone and gravity did the rest. A
thick layer of slime coated almost every surface. The thick green and
yellow fluid had the consistency of tar and clung to every surface
with almost an infernal intensity. The only place the slime didn't
stick was the thick black lines of the demon summoner that marred
almost every surface. Random symbols, obviously meaning something to
someone, were shoved into the corners, on the walls, along the
half-broken rail for the bathroom. A circle, also in the black lines,
was burned into the floor of the large pool.

Half the time she was in there, she got the feeling she was being
watched. On occasion, she would see movement out of the corner of her
eyes, but nothing but slime coated the walls when she glanced over.

The air was wet, almost to the point of misting. It smelled of age,
slime, mildew, and rot. After a few days, she noticed that all of her
clothes, including the ones Galidia managed to find her, smelled just
as worse. Every night, she hoped she would get used to the small, but
she never did.

The time was spent cleaning up the place. The slime was thick, like
jelly, and refused to come off the wall. It resisted fire, Aini's
meager magics, and everything else except a sharp knife and
back-breaking work.

After the first couple times she dumped her foul cleaning water on the
street, the neighbors and the city guard told her to stop. Soon, she
was forced to walk two large buckets of smelly water all the way to
the edge of town, just to dump them. If she dropped them in the water,
dead fish floated to the surface a few moments later.

The black marks were worse, they refused to come off with anything
less than an day's worth of scrubbing. And that took off less than a
few centimeters. After cleaning, her fingers were stained black from
whatever the summoner used to draw the lines.
________________________________________________________

She was pleased to find the source of the hot mist, a natural spring
boiled up through rusted pipes, filling the baths with a dark brown
and red fluid that left nothing to be desired. She learned a lot about
the plumbing as she tried to repair the pipes. Frequently, she would
burst or break one of the rust metal tubes and was forced to fix it
while being drenched in reddish spring water.

Finally, she manage to repair most of the pipes. She turned the water
on, hoping it would clear. After almost a week of running the water
constantly, it finally came out clean and smelling faintly of must and
sulfur.

Once she had clean water, the cleaning process went faster. But, every
night when she crawled into the small cot in the cleanest corner, she
was haunted by every muscle in her body aching. Her hands were red and
torn by the constant work and her entire body screamed to call a
servant to finish the work.

Her dreams were also haunted. Something chased her, sometime Galidia,
sometimes something more horrible. Strange scars would appear on her
hands, sending bolts of agony through her body as she struggled to
wake up. Every morning she woke up screaming and swearing never to
return. But, the old crone wouldn't accept no for an answer and would
feed her and shove her back into the filth building.

The only real bright point was Galidia. The old woman took care of
her, treating her as a daughter she never had. Food showed up at
random times, never a lot but more than she had on the last month of
her trek to Franome.

The first time Aini forgot and accidentally called Galidia mother, the
old crone almost exploded in joy. After that, the young girl
affectionately referred to Galidia as her mother.

Brimming with joy, the ancient crone would also bring in incense and
candles, letting Aini work until early morning trying to clean up.
When Aini tried to refuse, Galidia forced her to eat or take the
candles; she refused any payment except to sit with her at dinner.

As the two weeks came to an end, Galidia found herself walking into
the semi-clean bathhouse to hear Aini sobbing. Concerned, she hobbled
deeper into the spa until she found the young woman wailing as hard a
she could. Her hands were covered in white mud. More of the white
stuff, some of it powder, some of it like mud, streaked her face, hair
and even her clothes. Scattered around her, the old woman could see
brightly colored tiles resting among the supplies. Most of the tile
were also streaked and coated in the drying cream mud.

As the crone watched, Aini looked at the wall in front of her, which
was covered in a layer of white concrete, and burst into fresh tears.
Setting down her bag, Galidia hobbled over and touched Aini' shoulder.
The young woman turned around, and seeing Galidia, hugged her tightly.
Her sobs came harder and faster as she held the old woman tightly.

For almost ten minutes, Aini sobbed and cried. Touched, the old woman
just stroked her hair, trying to figure out what happened.

Finally, Aini sat up and wiped away the tears from her face and
sniffed. Galidia looked at the young woman in the light of the
candles.

The last two weeks added muscles to her curves, adding a sense of
power underneath the soft surface. Even with her ancient age, the old
woman felt more attracted to her. Also, a great joy filled her still
beating heart; the joy came from watching Aini grow as a human,
learning to do things on her own and finding a confidence in herself.
The dark memories of her husband and child were slowly being replaced
by Aini's laughter and joy as she figured something out or completed a
small task. More laughter came as they spent their nights talking
about the floor-plans, the theme, even the clients they might get.

Aini felt this memory in Galidia's probing eyes and blushed. Galidia
coughed a few times to distract her, but the pain of her spasm has
lessened as the bathhouse was cleaned up.

Holding Aini's hand tightly, the crone looked into her eyes with
concern and whispered softly.

"What happened?"

Raging emotions crossed her face as Aini struggled not to burst into
tears. Finally, she manage to push them down and explain in a thin,
barely controlled voice.

"I got the tiles and grout from the tile-maker down the street. When I
asked how to put them in, they told me to mix this power," she pointed
to a pile of the cream-colored powder, "with some water until it felt
like mud. Then to spread it over the tiles, which I glued to the wall
and let it dry."

She came close to bursting into tears again. Galidia watched as she
struggled with her emotions. It came close a few times, but the old
lady was patiently. Aini took another deep breath and finished.

"Now, it won't come off."

She failed to control the emotions this time and burst into tear
again. She hugged Galidia tightly and the old woman let her cry it
out. After a few moments, Galidia stroked Aini's hair.

"Don't cry, little one," Aini snorted in laughter from the short
woman's comment, but Galidia continued, "it'll work out. You've done
so much and worked so hard."

Galidia pointed to a small patch that was perfectly done, "You go some
right."

The young woman shook her head, "I-I didn't do those. At least... I
don't remember doing it."

Frowning, the old woman shrugged, "No matter. I have faith in you."

Aini pulled back, "But, I have so much to do. You're running out of
money, and I... I..."

The crone smiled softly, ignoring her own growing fear of running out
of funds, "Shush. Don't worry about that now. Why don't you take a
long, hot bath and relax."

"I don't have time... I need..." Aini's voice trailed off at the stern
look the old woman gave her. She started to say something, but Galidia
interrupted her.

"No. Take a bath... now!"

A cough threatened to disable her, but Galidia forced it down until
the girl nodded. As the old woman was attacked by another fit, Aini
sighed and stood up. She managed to clean one tub completely, it was
one of the bright spots in the dark, filthy room.

Taking one last look at the solid wall of white concrete, she nodded
and headed deeper into the bathhouse, to her bath. The old woman
briefly considered following her, but changed her mind. She hobbled
out of the spa and shut the new door behind her, leaving Aini in
peace.

Aini walked with exhaustion into the cleaned room, stripping off her
clothes as she moved. In a few moments, she was naked, her breast
pushing up into the air as she used her foot to open the valve to the
tub. The half-rusted chrome squeaked before letting the clear fluid
slowly fill up the tiled tub.

She looked in the mirror, admiring herself. The weeks of hard work had
really trimmed her body. Her fingers stroked against soft skin,
feeling the muscles underneath. One finger slide down her stomach
through the brown patch of pubic hair, then slide across her hip and
up along the curve of her right breast.

The water lapped at the edge of the tub as she gratefully sunk into
the steaming liquid. Her toe reach out and turned off the valve,
stopping the flow of hot spring water. Sinking deeper into the
steaming water, Aini let loose a happy sigh and closed her eyes.

She floated in the deep pool for a while, letting her muscles relax
and trying not to think of the painful twinges that reminded her of
her work. As she soaked in the water, she let her mind wander. It
drifted across the memories of cleaning up the bathhouse, the troubles
she went getting her from her former home.

Then, her thoughts trailed back to Trerab, an awkward farm boy who
took her virginity in the back of one of the barns. She laughed to
herself as she remembered how many times it took for his short shaft
to find her semi-dry hole. It hurt at first, it felt good after a few
minutes. It was even better the next time.

Thoughts of sex drifted through her mind, over the two other lover she
had and the multiple of fantasies she lived in her bed at night. She
was imagining them so hard, she felt their feather-light touch against
her feet.

Moaning softly, she stretched out for her imaginary lovers,
remembering the feel of their skin and the flood of their cum as it
coated her inner thighs. Even though she remembered them as clumsy and
awkward, her imaginary lover stroked her with the soft touch of
someone who knew her body.

The feather-light touches moved up her legs, exploring her thigh and
knees. Aini's moans were muted in the hot water as she gently parted
her thighs, enjoying the memories as they became more vivid and
colorful.

A smile crossed her lips as she remembered more details, their faces,
mannerisms, and even smell. She also imagined them as they stroked
their hands along her body, sliding slick fingers against her breasts
and shoulders. Their gentle fingers slid along her hard nipple and
wrapped around them, tugging at the nubs and sending small shoot of
pleasure along her flesh.

More touches caressed her body, some firm, some light. Her body
tingled after her dream's caress, but it warmed her skin as she
shifted slightly in the water.

Caught in a pleasant, floating sensation, Aini started to pick through
her memories, taking bits and parts of her lovers, the men she's seen
and met in her years, and even some of the fantasy lover she's dream
about. There was a clarity to her memory as she took those bits and
started to spin together a perfect lover.

As she formulated what her lover would be like, she could imagine how
he would slide his hands down her side, evoking a moan from her chest
and nuzzles his mouth against the aching nipples. Even though her body
ached, she felt it responding to her imagination with an intensity
that scared her.

Even as he stroked, sucked, and touched her, his hands would continue
to slide down, feeling like they were touching everything, and up
against her hot sex.

Aini's legs parted in the water until her knees brushed against the
tiled sides of the tub. Her hands started to move down, but stopped a
her imagination pulled back. She decided to enjoy the almost-physical
sensations of her own fantasies and let her hands drop into the hot
water of the tub.

She continued to build, explore, and admire the perfect lover as he
formed in her mind, caressing her body. His strong fingers brushed
against her nether lips, sending more bolts of pleasure along her
spine as his fingertip caressed and stroked the sensitive outer lips.

The only thing that confused her is that, in her dreams, he seemed to
have hundreds of long fingers instead of hands. It seemed to match the
caresses against her skin.

Her mouth opened slightly, to feel his kiss, salty and sweet. Hi
tongue brushed against her lips, feather-light and delicious as he
started to explore her mouth as his hands explored her sex.

More feather-light touches brushed against her, teasing almost every
centimeter of her skin as they stroked and explored her knees, feet,
sides, neck, and hair.

Her soft moans were muffled now by his kiss as she felt his finger,
probably his smallest, slip up against her inner folds. The flexible
tip nuzzled it's way to her pleasure and stroked up against the hard
fold of her clitoris.

Her gasp was also muffled as lightning bolts of pleasure arched back
up along her spine. She strained to keep her eyes shut, to enjoy the
often missed pleasures of a lover, even if he was imaginary. The
bathhouse and even the crone were forgotten as she allowed a faint
wave of pleasure to ripple through her body.

Her lover's fingers seem to slide into her sex, gently holding apart
the thick folds to send his smaller fingers against the opening of her
sex and against her clitoris. His fingers probed and explored as one
of his fingers gently slide into her aching sex, filling the tight
opening with it's girth.

Aini felt her back arch as the finger slide in and out, teasing her
inner core with sensations she thought she forgot. The trailing finger
along her body fades as she focused on the feelings of being kissed
and fingered by her spectral lover.

Her tongue flicked out, exploring the hot mouth of her imagination,
enjoying the feeling of light touches along it. More tendrils of
pleasure slid into her mouth, exploring her insides with the same
curious, but firm, gestures of the wonderful fingers plunging into her
depths.

Fluttering, her eyes began to open, but a soft, warm pressure held
them shut. She felt it stroke her face and teased her scalp and she
relaxed into it; it no longer felt like one man, but hundreds loving
her at the same time. The image in her mind blurred for a moment
before she focused on it.

Pleasure teased her senses as she felt her labia part further a more
fingers slide into her body, stretching her opening slightly more and
plunging deep into her core. More pleasure flared out from there a the
fingers touched and explored every crevice of her insides, teasing the
opening of her womb and pulling out to wrap around her erect clitoris.

Her muffled moan became more insistent as she thrust her hip against
her dream lover's fingers, enjoying them as they plunged faster and
deeper into her body, send thick bolts of pleasure to ever inch of her
skin.

The sucking and stroking of her nipples and breasts overwhelmed her as
more of her body reacted to the lover, sending building waves of
pleasure up and down her spine.

Her lover's tongue left her as she moaned with its retreat. Then her
moans turned more frantic as the wiggling fingers increased their
frenzy, moving against every centimeter of her flesh, both inside and
out. Her body was paralyzed by the bolts of ecstasy that came from
everywhere, flooding her system with building walls of pleasure.

Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a charging dragon. Her
scream of pleasure echoed against the tiled walls of the room a her
body arced and pulled itself out of the water.

The second wave of pleasure slammed into her and her entire body
tensed, her breasts quivering with each shuddering breath as she rode
the intense waves like her life depended on it. Her fingers clenched
air until her body finally relaxed and all tension poured out of her.

With a splash, she landed back in the water, half aware of her
surroundings as her mind basked the afterglow of her intense orgasm.
With a start, she realized she still had her eyes closed.

As she started to open them, she felt another feather-light touch
against her eyes and realized she was still in some sort of
half-dream. The pressure holding her face was gently but it was
obvious it wanted her eyes shut. A strange smell filled her senses for
a moment, one she smelled before but couldn't quite remember.

Her body felt empty as she parted her legs; her lover had left her
ill-used sex. Even though she lost the image of her phantom lover in
her mind, she could still feel the tendrils of pleasure caressing her.
They stroked and touched her, teasing her breasts, throat, and even
scalp as they massaged her body.

Her moans were softer, more relaxed, as the thousands of stroking
sensations built up her pleasure, one nerve at a time. Soon, she was
writhing in the pool, thrusting her hips for something to pleasure.
Frantic whimpers echoed in the room as she begs the silent fingers to
please her, to fill her body with their hardness.

Finally, as the pleasure slowly built, her requests were answered.
Something thick and hard and very hot pressed lightly up against her
sensitive labia and Aini moaned in pleasure. The thickness moved
slowly up and down, soaking up her juices that still clung to her in
the scented water.

Aini pushed her legs apart until her hips ached with her efforts. As
she relaxed, she felt the feather-light touches against her skin
tenderly wrap around her legs, holding them apart for the hardness
poised to enter her body.

Her whimpers, desire to be entered, grew lower as the hardness
continued to slide up and down, but not into her hot depths. Her hip
thrusted against it, but it backed up. With her legs trapped, she
couldn't follow the hardness until it returned to nuzzle at her aching
opening. Her breasts heaved with each breath as she tried to will the
hard smoothness into her slit and deeper into her body.

Slowly, the pressure of the rounded tip increased as it continued to
slide up and down. Her lips were pushed out of the way as it nuzzled
deeper; soon the tip was caught in the ring of her opening and it
started to push and pull with tiny movements.

Aini's back arched once against as the thickness of her lover' cock
began to burrow it's way into her sex, filling her aching tunnel as it
pushed deeper into her body. Thick ridges teased every part of her
labia as it easily penetrated her body in tiny little movements.

Her pleasure building, Aini felt her hips thrusting against the
wiggling shaft but it continued it's slow motion. Further and further
it pierced her body, shoving nerves and flesh aside as it stroked
deeper inside.

Aini's moan turned into a single wail of pleasure as she feel the hard
thickness easily slide into her body, stroking her inner walls, until
it bumped up against the end of her depths. Even then, it continued to
push, sliding over the hard knob of her cervix to the very limits of
her core.

Her wail turned almost frantic as the hardness reversed it's course
and slowly withdrew, tugging at her labia with each ridge as it left
her body. Her wail dissolved into whimpers she felt the delicious
smooth shaft leave her body until only the rounded tip stood poised at
her entrance.

The second thrust was faster, shoving aside pleasure nerves in one
long stroke as it bottomed out inside her body. Aini's neck tenses
with the sudden wave of pleasure, so raw after her first orgasm.
Before she could respond, the hardness vacated her body almost as
fast.

Less than a second passed before a third, then a fourth, and then many
more thrusts plunged into her body, pleasurably scraping against
sensitive nerves to bury deep inside her tight sex, then yank out with
an almost mechanical motion.

Aini's moans echoed against the room, interrupted by the staccato
thrusts of the hard shaft burying itself between her legs. She could
feel her legs strain to close, to tighten around her lover, but the
feather-light tendrils, still stroking, prevented her. She was pulled
apart for her imaginary love and was loving each moment of raw
pleasure.

As she felt another orgasm build, she willed her lover to come inside
her, to fill her with the hot wetness she remembered from before. She
didn't hear a response but she felt the hardness plunge harder and
harder, curling slightly inside her to fill her with a thick knot
before slipping out of her body.

Her world focused on that shaft as it plunged inside her, nothing
existed except the plunging sensations and her own growing orgasm.
With each thrust, it flared inside her, filling her body with hot
light of her pleasure.

When she felt her body could take no more of the intense pleasure, she
felt it explode inside her. The hardness swelled to her very limit and
soon a hot, liquid warmth flooded her insides. The very sensation of
her lover's orgasm triggered her own orgasm and her vision behind
closed lids exploded into an intense white light as her body left her
control.

Bolt after bolt of pleasure coursed through her nervous system, firing
again and again as she felt the hardness dominate her world. Each
twitch, every shudder seem to burn more of the hard shaft deeper into
her mind and soul.

As her orgasm slowly faded and the afterglow began to mellow into a
thick feeling of pleasure, she opened her eyes, happy.

Aini was expecting anything but what she saw. She half expected to see
Galidia in the bath with her, or even just alone with her fantasies.
What she didn't expect to see was the massive mass of wiggling
tentacles.

Her mouth opened in surprise as she watched the thousands of
dusty-gray tendrils boil and weave in her vision. Her eyes slowly
moved down to her legs as she watched them unravel around her body and
pull back into the faucet.

Beginning to shake in shock, her eyes moved further, between her legs
where a hard, thick tentacle was firmly buried into her sex. The
sensations of her lover felt the same, but there was some insanity as
she watched centimeter after centimeter slowly slip out of her body,
leaving an aching emptiness behind.

When she saw the rounded tip slip out of her sex with burst of her
juices and it's cum floating in the water, she brought her mind into
focus. Slowly, she started to pull herself out the water, backing away
from the tentacles.

They did nothing to stop her, instead watched from a distance without
eyes. She felt naked as she shivered. She finally backed out of the
tub and moved slowly to the door.

They did nothing.

Her naked body was ignored with her sudden impulse to flee the
horrible vision in front of her. Her hand gripped for a towel, but it
was gone.

They did nothing.

Her fingers clutched against the door frame and she slipped past it,
putting the tiled wall between her and the tentacles that massed in
her tub.

She sighed and turned around. As soon as her eyes came into focus, she
screamed loud and hard. The high-pitched voice almost cracked the tile
with the intensity, but that didn't bother the rest of the tentacles.

Thousands upon thousands of the tentacles filled the room, brushing
and tapping against the walls. Even more, thicker than the one that
penetrated her waved in the air, like snakes. Some of the larger
tentacles were as long as she was.

Her body began to shake again as she tried to see the exit and plan
her escape. But, the large mass of stone-gray tendrils blocked her
vision. Her body, still flush from her orgasm, seemed far away as she
looked around.

Then, something caught her eye. One of the tendrils was chipping away
at the white grout on the tile. Briefly curious and very scared, she
looked a little closer, careening her neck for a better sight. A if
reading her motions, the tendrils peeled away from the wall, exposing
the brightly colored tile she put there earlier int he day. The grout
no longer covered the tiles, but was scoured away to leave clean
lines. Even some of the tiles she put on crooked were straightened.

She could see more of the tentacles cleaning away the last of the
mess. Even the dark, supernatural lines of the demon summoner were
disappearing underneath the efforts of the millions of tiny tendril
that toiled against the wall, floor, and ceiling..

Her fear was forgotten as she watched in surprise as the tentacle
cleaned her bathhouse, pulling off rust, grime, and slime from the
walls, fixtures and even the ceiling she was dreading.

"What the..."

Her voice trailed off as she watched in surprise, unable to comprehend
what was happening.

A motion below her attracted her attention. Looking down, she saw a
single gray tendril, about as thick as her index finger, wiggle toward
her. She watched it as it gently stroked against her foot.

When she didn't do anything, it started to slowly curl around her leg
and start to slide up.
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Two years later, things were very different. Aini slowly walked among
her patrons, enjoying the sweet smell of Galidia's incense. The crowd
was talking low among themselves as naked men and women dipped in the
hot spring water and teased each other.

It was a time of celebration and the men and women there were doing
their best to enjoy it. Aini spotted a few second sons and daughters
of the city nobles and smiled.

She was naked also, except for purse around her neck. Her belly, six
months pregnant, still had the defining layer of muscle over it. Her
left hand continuous drifted down to rub the smooth surface as she
happily chatted with her friends and clients.

Slowly, she made her way down a narrow corridor, talking with a few
guests. About six months ago, she expanded the bathhouse to take up
the entire block. She was making enough money now.

One of the doors opened and Galidia, naked and flushed, stepped out,
leaving the door opened. Her skin still was covered in the wrinkles of
age, but her breath was strong and sure. The last two year had put a
little tone into the crone's body also, leaving a spry woman behind.

Aini smiled,"Hello, mother."

Galidia smiled warmly and her heart warmed up more hearing her adopted
daughter call her mother. Aini's eyes twinkled as she looked into the
room, seeing no one.

"Are you enjoying him again?"

Galidia blushed and nodded, "Yeah, I needed a break before I sung
again."

Aini smiled and knelt to hug the tiny woman; she strained a little
standing up and used the wall for support. Galidia patted the rounded
stomach, enjoying the feel of smooth flesh under her hand; Aini never
bedded her but the old woman, feeling younger than before, still
wanted her.

"Take care, little one," Aini smiled at their joke, "I think he gave
us a wonderful gift."

Aini laughed, a clear sound filled with joy and contentment, "You lost
your cough and poor health, I," she empathized the word, "somehow
manage to get pregnant."

"Always wanted a grandchild."

Aini's and Galidia's laughter sparkled in the air as a tiny gray
tendril filled in a crack in the tile with some grout. It waved in the
air, tasting the smells of incense and candles, then slid back into
the faucet.


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