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The Chores of washing, ironing, hanging clothes to dry
Vana Slaver Ultra stood there, eyes piercing down in a squint of a stare, penetrating her very essence. She kneeled there in Tower position, staring are His boots, fighting the desire to kiss them that has been pounded into her from the very start of this new life. She says, "new life", because girl is not used to this kind of labor from her old life. In her old life she was the King's daughter, pampered and cared for, never having to let alone touch a dirty garment and certainly never made to do a chore of washing them! Her thoughts of her other life quickly fade in an abrupt splash of freezing cold as she realizes the Vana Slaver had dumped the old dirty wash water from its wooden pail upon her head, having caught her day dreaming and not paying attention to His instructions! She was made soaked with scum from the previous wash, and tried to not react knowing it would be the lash for her as more punishment if she did. In all the control she could muster, she glances up to Vana Slaver, not hearing His words still, just the sounds of the words, in a dissonance of anger slapping her ears! she just nods eagerly and says loudly as she can, "Yes, Vana Slaver! Girl will do as You command her to do! sorry Vana Slaver for girl's slacking inattentiveness as to listening to Your instructions for her chore! Girl begs Vana Slaver's forgiveness!" and braces herself for a sure to be felt kick from those boots she had felt so compelled to kiss earlier. Wham, a quick stabbing to her right ribs and she knows it is as she anticipated. she quickly picks up the wooden pail Vana Slaver tossed at her head just moments before, and trying to not slip in the mud under her bare feet, she rushes with it to the river down the hill from this gray joyless bleak place near the towering castle walls, the place where she was imprisoned, hoping with all her heart for her Father's soldiers to rescue her from this wretched lot!
Arriving at the river, she glances over her shoulder, checking to see if Vana Slaver is still staring her way, and to her relief, He is there talking with Avan Bonnie about a previous offense girl had made (being cheeky in tone to the Avan reminding her of being white silk and to stay on her flirtatious emotes to the Male kind in the Pub), as a common lowly tavern pole dancer earlier that week, earning her this punishment as well as time imprisoned in the smallest iron cage she had ever seen or imagined in her life! She was actually feeling grateful for the chore, a way out of the stuffy aired prison in the stone doom filled air of the castle. The light from the outside made her eyes burn, it had been so long since she managed to catch a glimpse of the sun's rays! Felt like forever, but it was only 4 days now since her punishment inside the prison. She took this moment of not being watched, a rare moment indeed, since it seemed every one here was watching her, telling her how to behave constantly, and telling her what a sad slave she was and how much more training she needed to even be considered better then the donkey out back, that she took this moment of freedom to jump into the river! She just wanted to be clean so so badly! Her own stink was too much for her to bare! She, a princess used to rose petals in her baths, and lavender in her shampoo, wold have this pig stank of filth from the enemy's sweat and vomit upon her from their conquest merriment at the tavern the night before! it was just too much for her delicate stomach to stand! She melted herself into the cool clean water of the river, the pebbles under her feet, the whiteness of the water swirling round her body and her white silks, more a gray and brown splotched color at the moment from her own and other bodily fluids, being cleansed away by the torrent surrounding her! She held her breath and dove under, hair pushing up around her face and eyes and nose..... bubbles seeping out and up, and then bursted to the surface in a sigh! Again, she felt human from this small act! She tried to remain human, and this was hard to do, given all the words she endured hurled upon her as though she was of lowly birth. She might has well been of lowly birth, considering that was now her newfound role in this life as a harem slave at the Abbaden Abyss Sentry Horde!
Soaked, but clean, she carries the wooden pail of water up the hill to the chore area near the gray stone walls of the castle. She watches her feet as she trudges up the pathway, little violets and dandelions sprinkle here and there under her, bringing her flashes of beauty, and the desire to have the comb to her hair and a crown of meadow flowers woven into her dark locks. Again, catching herself daydreaming, she focuses her attention the to muddy puddles left here and there hodge podge from her trip down to the river. She bites her lip, trying to not hum a melody, knowing that Vana' slaver's boot would be pounding her once again for any sign of independent thought. She was His slave, her body, mind, soul, her very essence, His to control. She was still a white silk slave, but she knew soon she would be what they call "opened"..... that being sexually raped into submission even further then the pain of boot heels upon her back! She was here for the service of the Horde. It was a brutal existence so far. The food was gruel and had dead insects mixed in, but she was so starved that it made no difference to her,and she ate it greedily! She wondered, as she plodded along, if her facial features were sill of a gentle woman? OR did she turn into a monster from the beatings she had endured to break her will? Her hair had sores and was matted from the blood of her poundings.... the river water seemed to help its condition, but she wondered, if her Father's soldiers, when they finally rescue her, might even be able to discern her to be the Princess or not? What if they came and only saw this monster she had been turned into? This lowly creature of service and burden? This soon to be whore? This bitch? This slave?
"Stop there!" commands Vana Slaver to her. She immediately stops and waits for His next command. She knows to act quickly and without hesitation now. Her hesitation would now be labeled, by Vana slaver, as "Day dreaming" and an other excuse for a sadistic kick with those steel and leather boots of His! She already had enough purple blotched bruises upon her limbs to desire yet an other! "Good. Slave Chloe, does girl remember how she offended Avan Bonnie earlier this week?" She looks down at her feet, still holding the heavy wooden pail of stream water, and murmurs in a low tone, "Yes Vana Slaver, girl remembers Avan Bonnie and offending her. Girl is very sorry for her mistake and begs for forgiveness, Avan Bonnie." A short silence of tension and Vana Slaver's voice booms out, "Girl! You must do better than that for what girl said to Avan Bonnie!" His tone tells her she only has but a moment before she feels pain from being what He considered insubordinate, so she raises her voice a few decimals to a louder and more shakey screech of a voice, saying rather rapidly, "Girl is very sorry, Avan, for having back talked to you in the tavern! Girl knows You were only trying to remind her of her place! Girl knows now that flirting with Males as a white silk slave must be done in a way that is not provocative since girl is not opened as a white silk slave and that girl was out of place in debating the power structure of the Horde all being slaves under the King's rule! Girl is very very sorry that she did not just silence her tongue and thank You for the reminder that white silk slaves are not allowed to be sexual! Girl appreciates your efforts to train girl to be a good slave, Avan, and begs Your forgiveness to being so rude and outspoken to You!" She stares at her shadow on the dirt in front of her, the clouds shadows moving in and out of her, distorting her shadow as she awaits a response from her Superiors. The time feels frozen. She is shivering too from the breeze in her hair and wet silks. She dares not look at them. She knows it would be seen as rebellious on her part to even glance up once! She just stares at the shadows moving on the ground under her, wishing that the earth would open in their darkness and swallow up her enemies in one giant gulp! She hears them whispering to each other, not able to make out words, and awaits her fate.
It seemed like forever, like time had stopped, but she knew it was still moving from the clouds' shadows under her feet.... finally, Vana Slaver's voice. It was calm. It was in control. It had a tinge of seduction, sadism, and cutting wit intelligence to it.... like a Vampire's voice should sound.... her blood tingling from it in her neck where he had been feeding from her nightly. He simply said, "Avan has accepted girl's apology. Now, finish the chore at hand and maybe I will allow you to sleep outside of the cage tonight if girl behaves." He sits there, on the stone steps of the castle, watching me, peels and apple, teasingly, his eyes glimmering, knowing that i, as a blood doll, was starving for a taste of the apple to keep my humanity! God help me if i become one of these creatures of the night, dark demonic cold hearted Horde! I try not to see Him. I go to the pail and grab the soiled laundry piled near it and start my first chore. My fingers raw already , the soap stings upon them as i press the fabric into the wooden slots of the washing tray. i have a brush and dig into the stains , scraping them roughly, with all my might to get this done as quickly as possible. i can smell the apple's tartness in the breeze and my stomach twists inside, insane for a nibble! Me thinks i will soon give up my sex for a mere bite of an apple, and realize that i have sunk very low in this torture of slave training as they call it. This fact sinks my heart deep.
Girl is starting to crave pain now. The pain from her fingers tells her she is still alive. The dull throbbing pain of her limbs and ribs from Vana Slaver's "Jabs of Justice", so He has named it, have almost become a perverted form of love making between her and the Vana Slaver! She shivers at the thought as it slithers around in her brain, that all this punishment and training is some twisted form of foreplay on the part of Vana Slaver! His eyes are hot on her as she performs her task, this labor of cleaning the rot and filth of this Horde.... bubbling up from the pail and seething into her nostrils and brain! Rotting her one inhale at a time.... again and again... feeling the rot spreading, knowing why these Vampires and Lychens crave her living blood, since death is their forever life, no exit from this endless rock of earth in orbit forever in this hell hole of death! She wonders, why even bother cleaning since they will only become covered again that night with the fluids of the living once again? But, this is not up to girl. She is just a minion , a slave, a blood doll, a mindless fuck toy for the ones in power here.
"Girl!"... His voice rings out as she labors over the last scrap of a lychen's undergarment..... "Yes, Vana Slaver?" she says, waiting for the next command. "Girl, come here." "Yes, Vana Slaver"... she says as she rushes to his feet, kissing them eagerly. "Here, take some nourishment so girl has strength to finish the chores in a well manner." I could not believe my ears that He was actually showing kindness and mercy to girl! Looking up from His boots, still tasting the soil on my lips, i lick myself and weep a bit... seeing that He is holding out a green apple to me! I wonder if i had fallen asleep and am about to be awakened by His boot kick, since this vision of food seems totally irrational and overwhelmingly joyful! I grab the apple timidly, "Thh... thank You Vana Slaver, for Your extreme kindness and mercy to girl!" and hold it in my hands, like it was some new born baby.... this massive piece of fruit! Trembling fingers, i watch, as i lift the fruit to my lips and kiss it, and bite it.... my own fangs growing nightly in the moonlight from the infection of Vana' Slaver's vampire fluids mixing with my own. He had told me that there is a chance that i will turn into a vampire in the future, and to get used to the ways of the Horde. I shiver at this doom of fate, and pray i am not sealed to it. The apple's flavor is intoxicating! He watches, His lips upturned on the edges of His mouth, pleased that i am so grateful at His gift to me. I devour the apple in no time flat. I even swallow the core and seeds, leaving nothing left, not even a stem! "Good slave! Now, get to ironing those clothes and hanging them on the line!" He pats me on the head like some cherished game hound.... and i respond as though an animal, nuzzling my face into his cloak in pleasure and love from His kind moment of attention. this only confuses me more, since i know His cruelness and wickedness first hand.... and makes my head spin in emotions without names......
Girl can feel the strength from the apple spreading from her stomach into her blood and her being..... She knows this is how the vampires keep her human. She knows, and yet, she cannot resist the gift of an apple from Him. This is a rare treat.... at most, once a week, so far..... and just gruel and insects otherwise. She wonders if they captured her Father and bit Him also? What if they held Him prisoner on the other side of the Sim in some deep dungeon? She did not know the fate of her family after they invaded her Sim. Things became too pixelated and the environmental setting was on midnight and it was very very dark. She did not even have time to TP out of her room, they just captured her and she was theirs without time to even breathe!
All girl could do now was listen, obey, serve, and pray that some one would rescue her. She would focus on advancing the ranks of the silk colors in slavery here, since she knew the higher she got, the more freedoms and privileges she was allowed, even as a slave. Perhaps there might be a chance of turning and joining the Dark Children of the Night, she fleetingly thinks, and then shivers the thought away, upset with her realization of her own insanity. She picks up the old iron, from the coals of the fire heating the water pot for the gruel of later day, and carefully presses the hot metal to the cloth underneath..... knowing if she does not do this in even paced pressure that it will burn holes and leave brown marks.....enough past failures have taught her this well, and so have the punishments that go hand in hand with such misjudgments and burned spots! But now, girl has this down to a science, and applies just the right amount of pressure to make them dry and flat. She had done this to clothes already damp and not wet. The wet ones still awaited the line. Some of the fabric seemed to dry quicker then others. The others would go to the line and the sun would do the ironing for her.
Girl folds up the ironed clothes, feeling the toasty warmth against her red raw fingers and chest. Her nipples brushing against the pile she holds against her, enjoying the sensation, wondering if being raped had any kind of pleasure in it as this. She heard stories from older more experienced slaves, when the Masters were already asleep, whispering their experiences with this MAster or that MAster, or even this Mistress! Giggles! and from girl could gather, it is a very pleasant experience as time goes on. They described it once, in their giggling whispers, to be "like the laundry toasty warmth upon your face,"..... thinking of this, i timidly brush the fabric against my face to feel the possible sensation of sex. It was a very pleasant feeling. Maybe my fate was not as bad as i thought it to be?
By now, the sun was high noon and the wet garments must be hung now if they were to be dry by that dusk. Ironing of these garments would be the chore of tomorrow's lucky slave, after they are mostly dry or damp. The night breeze does them well, taking out the smell of animalistic brutality of feeding on the blood of the living. Girl needed to stay inside during dark. It is harder to tell white silks from gray silks in this dark Sim! So best to be cautious or face a punishment of a Lord raping a white silk! It happened once, so girl was told. The slave was never the same after that, and only good for bleeding. They got rid of her to a passing gypsy tribe to forget the awful event. This was decades ago. Slaves are much more careful these days here.
But now, girl must go... the chores are done and Vana Slaver has more training for her in the castle that has to do with her sex being readied for the opening. She is eager yet terrified. Bye for now.
The Chores of washing, ironing, hanging clothes to dry
Vana Slaver Ultra stood there, eyes piercing down in a squint of a stare, penetrating her very essence. She kneeled there in Tower position, staring are His boots, fighting the desire to kiss them that has been pounded into her from the very start of this new life. She says, "new life", because girl is not used to this kind of labor from her old life. In her old life she was the King's daughter, pampered and cared for, never having to let alone touch a dirty garment and certainly never made to do a chore of washing them! Her thoughts of her other life quickly fade in an abrupt splash of freezing cold as she realizes the Vana Slaver had dumped the old dirty wash water from its wooden pail upon her head, having caught her day dreaming and not paying attention to His instructions! She was made soaked with scum from the previous wash, and tried to not react knowing it would be the lash for her as more punishment if she did. In all the control she could muster, she glances up to Vana Slaver, not hearing His words still, just the sounds of the words, in a dissonance of anger slapping her ears! she just nods eagerly and says loudly as she can, "Yes, Vana Slaver! Girl will do as You command her to do! sorry Vana Slaver for girl's slacking inattentiveness as to listening to Your instructions for her chore! Girl begs Vana Slaver's forgiveness!" and braces herself for a sure to be felt kick from those boots she had felt so compelled to kiss earlier. Wham, a quick stabbing to her right ribs and she knows it is as she anticipated. she quickly picks up the wooden pail Vana Slaver tossed at her head just moments before, and trying to not slip in the mud under her bare feet, she rushes with it to the river down the hill from this gray joyless bleak place near the towering castle walls, the place where she was imprisoned, hoping with all her heart for her Father's soldiers to rescue her from this wretched lot!
Arriving at the river, she glances over her shoulder, checking to see if Vana Slaver is still staring her way, and to her relief, He is there talking with Avan Bonnie about a previous offense girl had made (being cheeky in tone to the Avan reminding her of being white silk and to stay on her flirtatious emotes to the Male kind in the Pub), as a common lowly tavern pole dancer earlier that week, earning her this punishment as well as time imprisoned in the smallest iron cage she had ever seen or imagined in her life! She was actually feeling grateful for the chore, a way out of the stuffy aired prison in the stone doom filled air of the castle. The light from the outside made her eyes burn, it had been so long since she managed to catch a glimpse of the sun's rays! Felt like forever, but it was only 4 days now since her punishment inside the prison. She took this moment of not being watched, a rare moment indeed, since it seemed every one here was watching her, telling her how to behave constantly, and telling her what a sad slave she was and how much more training she needed to even be considered better then the donkey out back, that she took this moment of freedom to jump into the river! She just wanted to be clean so so badly! Her own stink was too much for her to bare! She, a princess used to rose petals in her baths, and lavender in her shampoo, wold have this pig stank of filth from the enemy's sweat and vomit upon her from their conquest merriment at the tavern the night before! it was just too much for her delicate stomach to stand! She melted herself into the cool clean water of the river, the pebbles under her feet, the whiteness of the water swirling round her body and her white silks, more a gray and brown splotched color at the moment from her own and other bodily fluids, being cleansed away by the torrent surrounding her! She held her breath and dove under, hair pushing up around her face and eyes and nose..... bubbles seeping out and up, and then bursted to the surface in a sigh! Again, she felt human from this small act! She tried to remain human, and this was hard to do, given all the words she endured hurled upon her as though she was of lowly birth. She might has well been of lowly birth, considering that was now her newfound role in this life as a harem slave at the Abbaden Abyss Sentry Horde!
Soaked, but clean, she carries the wooden pail of water up the hill to the chore area near the gray stone walls of the castle. She watches her feet as she trudges up the pathway, little violets and dandelions sprinkle here and there under her, bringing her flashes of beauty, and the desire to have the comb to her hair and a crown of meadow flowers woven into her dark locks. Again, catching herself daydreaming, she focuses her attention the to muddy puddles left here and there hodge podge from her trip down to the river. She bites her lip, trying to not hum a melody, knowing that Vana' slaver's boot would be pounding her once again for any sign of independent thought. She was His slave, her body, mind, soul, her very essence, His to control. She was still a white silk slave, but she knew soon she would be what they call "opened"..... that being sexually raped into submission even further then the pain of boot heels upon her back! She was here for the service of the Horde. It was a brutal existence so far. The food was gruel and had dead insects mixed in, but she was so starved that it made no difference to her,and she ate it greedily! She wondered, as she plodded along, if her facial features were sill of a gentle woman? OR did she turn into a monster from the beatings she had endured to break her will? Her hair had sores and was matted from the blood of her poundings.... the river water seemed to help its condition, but she wondered, if her Father's soldiers, when they finally rescue her, might even be able to discern her to be the Princess or not? What if they came and only saw this monster she had been turned into? This lowly creature of service and burden? This soon to be whore? This bitch? This slave?
"Stop there!" commands Vana Slaver to her. She immediately stops and waits for His next command. She knows to act quickly and without hesitation now. Her hesitation would now be labeled, by Vana slaver, as "Day dreaming" and an other excuse for a sadistic kick with those steel and leather boots of His! She already had enough purple blotched bruises upon her limbs to desire yet an other! "Good. Slave Chloe, does girl remember how she offended Avan Bonnie earlier this week?" She looks down at her feet, still holding the heavy wooden pail of stream water, and murmurs in a low tone, "Yes Vana Slaver, girl remembers Avan Bonnie and offending her. Girl is very sorry for her mistake and begs for forgiveness, Avan Bonnie." A short silence of tension and Vana Slaver's voice booms out, "Girl! You must do better than that for what girl said to Avan Bonnie!" His tone tells her she only has but a moment before she feels pain from being what He considered insubordinate, so she raises her voice a few decimals to a louder and more shakey screech of a voice, saying rather rapidly, "Girl is very sorry, Avan, for having back talked to you in the tavern! Girl knows You were only trying to remind her of her place! Girl knows now that flirting with Males as a white silk slave must be done in a way that is not provocative since girl is not opened as a white silk slave and that girl was out of place in debating the power structure of the Horde all being slaves under the King's rule! Girl is very very sorry that she did not just silence her tongue and thank You for the reminder that white silk slaves are not allowed to be sexual! Girl appreciates your efforts to train girl to be a good slave, Avan, and begs Your forgiveness to being so rude and outspoken to You!" She stares at her shadow on the dirt in front of her, the clouds shadows moving in and out of her, distorting her shadow as she awaits a response from her Superiors. The time feels frozen. She is shivering too from the breeze in her hair and wet silks. She dares not look at them. She knows it would be seen as rebellious on her part to even glance up once! She just stares at the shadows moving on the ground under her, wishing that the earth would open in their darkness and swallow up her enemies in one giant gulp! She hears them whispering to each other, not able to make out words, and awaits her fate.
It seemed like forever, like time had stopped, but she knew it was still moving from the clouds' shadows under her feet.... finally, Vana Slaver's voice. It was calm. It was in control. It had a tinge of seduction, sadism, and cutting wit intelligence to it.... like a Vampire's voice should sound.... her blood tingling from it in her neck where he had been feeding from her nightly. He simply said, "Avan has accepted girl's apology. Now, finish the chore at hand and maybe I will allow you to sleep outside of the cage tonight if girl behaves." He sits there, on the stone steps of the castle, watching me, peels and apple, teasingly, his eyes glimmering, knowing that i, as a blood doll, was starving for a taste of the apple to keep my humanity! God help me if i become one of these creatures of the night, dark demonic cold hearted Horde! I try not to see Him. I go to the pail and grab the soiled laundry piled near it and start my first chore. My fingers raw already , the soap stings upon them as i press the fabric into the wooden slots of the washing tray. i have a brush and dig into the stains , scraping them roughly, with all my might to get this done as quickly as possible. i can smell the apple's tartness in the breeze and my stomach twists inside, insane for a nibble! Me thinks i will soon give up my sex for a mere bite of an apple, and realize that i have sunk very low in this torture of slave training as they call it. This fact sinks my heart deep.
Girl is starting to crave pain now. The pain from her fingers tells her she is still alive. The dull throbbing pain of her limbs and ribs from Vana Slaver's "Jabs of Justice", so He has named it, have almost become a perverted form of love making between her and the Vana Slaver! She shivers at the thought as it slithers around in her brain, that all this punishment and training is some twisted form of foreplay on the part of Vana Slaver! His eyes are hot on her as she performs her task, this labor of cleaning the rot and filth of this Horde.... bubbling up from the pail and seething into her nostrils and brain! Rotting her one inhale at a time.... again and again... feeling the rot spreading, knowing why these Vampires and Lychens crave her living blood, since death is their forever life, no exit from this endless rock of earth in orbit forever in this hell hole of death! She wonders, why even bother cleaning since they will only become covered again that night with the fluids of the living once again? But, this is not up to girl. She is just a minion , a slave, a blood doll, a mindless fuck toy for the ones in power here.
"Girl!"... His voice rings out as she labors over the last scrap of a lychen's undergarment..... "Yes, Vana Slaver?" she says, waiting for the next command. "Girl, come here." "Yes, Vana Slaver"... she says as she rushes to his feet, kissing them eagerly. "Here, take some nourishment so girl has strength to finish the chores in a well manner." I could not believe my ears that He was actually showing kindness and mercy to girl! Looking up from His boots, still tasting the soil on my lips, i lick myself and weep a bit... seeing that He is holding out a green apple to me! I wonder if i had fallen asleep and am about to be awakened by His boot kick, since this vision of food seems totally irrational and overwhelmingly joyful! I grab the apple timidly, "Thh... thank You Vana Slaver, for Your extreme kindness and mercy to girl!" and hold it in my hands, like it was some new born baby.... this massive piece of fruit! Trembling fingers, i watch, as i lift the fruit to my lips and kiss it, and bite it.... my own fangs growing nightly in the moonlight from the infection of Vana' Slaver's vampire fluids mixing with my own. He had told me that there is a chance that i will turn into a vampire in the future, and to get used to the ways of the Horde. I shiver at this doom of fate, and pray i am not sealed to it. The apple's flavor is intoxicating! He watches, His lips upturned on the edges of His mouth, pleased that i am so grateful at His gift to me. I devour the apple in no time flat. I even swallow the core and seeds, leaving nothing left, not even a stem! "Good slave! Now, get to ironing those clothes and hanging them on the line!" He pats me on the head like some cherished game hound.... and i respond as though an animal, nuzzling my face into his cloak in pleasure and love from His kind moment of attention. this only confuses me more, since i know His cruelness and wickedness first hand.... and makes my head spin in emotions without names......
Girl can feel the strength from the apple spreading from her stomach into her blood and her being..... She knows this is how the vampires keep her human. She knows, and yet, she cannot resist the gift of an apple from Him. This is a rare treat.... at most, once a week, so far..... and just gruel and insects otherwise. She wonders if they captured her Father and bit Him also? What if they held Him prisoner on the other side of the Sim in some deep dungeon? She did not know the fate of her family after they invaded her Sim. Things became too pixelated and the environmental setting was on midnight and it was very very dark. She did not even have time to TP out of her room, they just captured her and she was theirs without time to even breathe!
All girl could do now was listen, obey, serve, and pray that some one would rescue her. She would focus on advancing the ranks of the silk colors in slavery here, since she knew the higher she got, the more freedoms and privileges she was allowed, even as a slave. Perhaps there might be a chance of turning and joining the Dark Children of the Night, she fleetingly thinks, and then shivers the thought away, upset with her realization of her own insanity. She picks up the old iron, from the coals of the fire heating the water pot for the gruel of later day, and carefully presses the hot metal to the cloth underneath..... knowing if she does not do this in even paced pressure that it will burn holes and leave brown marks.....enough past failures have taught her this well, and so have the punishments that go hand in hand with such misjudgments and burned spots! But now, girl has this down to a science, and applies just the right amount of pressure to make them dry and flat. She had done this to clothes already damp and not wet. The wet ones still awaited the line. Some of the fabric seemed to dry quicker then others. The others would go to the line and the sun would do the ironing for her.
Girl folds up the ironed clothes, feeling the toasty warmth against her red raw fingers and chest. Her nipples brushing against the pile she holds against her, enjoying the sensation, wondering if being raped had any kind of pleasure in it as this. She heard stories from older more experienced slaves, when the Masters were already asleep, whispering their experiences with this MAster or that MAster, or even this Mistress! Giggles! and from girl could gather, it is a very pleasant experience as time goes on. They described it once, in their giggling whispers, to be "like the laundry toasty warmth upon your face,"..... thinking of this, i timidly brush the fabric against my face to feel the possible sensation of sex. It was a very pleasant feeling. Maybe my fate was not as bad as i thought it to be?
By now, the sun was high noon and the wet garments must be hung now if they were to be dry by that dusk. Ironing of these garments would be the chore of tomorrow's lucky slave, after they are mostly dry or damp. The night breeze does them well, taking out the smell of animalistic brutality of feeding on the blood of the living. Girl needed to stay inside during dark. It is harder to tell white silks from gray silks in this dark Sim! So best to be cautious or face a punishment of a Lord raping a white silk! It happened once, so girl was told. The slave was never the same after that, and only good for bleeding. They got rid of her to a passing gypsy tribe to forget the awful event. This was decades ago. Slaves are much more careful these days here.
But now, girl must go... the chores are done and Vana Slaver has more training for her in the castle that has to do with her sex being readied for the opening. She is eager yet terrified. Bye for now.