I found myself chained to a wheel by the time I woke up. I never remembered falling asleep. From the ache of my knees, that is what I hit first, as I found the chains not very giving when I attempted to reach down. It was a pain of unfolding myself in the lean of my head against the spoke of wagon wheel. I think I felt my temples throbbing against the welt of wood that had to be bruised there. I found the release of one foot. It still had my slipper on, and it was dark and dirty. Now...here came foot two. Slipper missing. My poor ankles looked swollen, as I turned them from left to right. From the marks of scratches running along my calves and ankles, I must have fainted and was pretty much dragged the rest of the way. It was very clear of such being the case as I saw how tattered my elegant robes were. It was dark out, but the glow of musky fire near the wagons gave a bit of light. I swallowed back down my heart that had jolted up along my throat and was suffocating me with each throbbing painful beat. The air had a light salty breeze around these wagons. I was sure it was a mixture of tears. Those from some chained to wheels like me, and others from women mourning fallen Plain's men who had not been so lucky as the day went by. I finally noticed the chest full of vibrations that wrapped around me from drums I must not have noticed before hand. The mixture of my emotions had me block the events around me. I wondered why the drums were being beaten. I was so tired, I didn't even have fight in me. I just let the darkness rock me quietly like a child at a mother's breast, being nurtured by a cradle of arms.
I didn't feel like I slept long. My body ached and I heard a chuckle to my little groan as I felt my wrist released from the metal grasp of shackles. He would gather me in His arms, as if I weighted nothing, carrying me into His wagon. I was placed on a woven mat towards the side of the wagon. Once I felt myself released from His hands, I pulled my knees against my chest, watching Him crouch there watching me. I went to pull the veils over my face more when I touched nothing but flesh against finger tips lining my delicate features. I must have blushed for His smile grew. He extended out His hand.
"Give me your clothing"
"But I will be cold"
"I will warm you up then perhaps"
"I will not be cold"
"Good, now don't make me ask twice"
I would be ignorant not to know what exactly was happening. Everything had been ripped from me, not just clothing about to be taken, but my Freedom was gone as the pool of blood had stained the ground under the fallen Turian Warrior. I worked off what was left of my clothing, I felt the dust start to circle around me, blushing again thinking how un lady like of me to leave a dusty outline. Folding up the edges of the dress I didn't want anymore to fall around me. I could just imagine His thoughts. Dirty girl, dirty girl. No, that wouldn't be me. Of course when I lifted it up to hand it to Him happy for the saving of modesty that would be my hair, he took it, and simply threw it right out of the wagon on top of the platform. He took a basin of water beside Him and told me to display. I of course asked in return...what did He want me to display for Him? When He was done laughing at me, the answer was short and sweet. Display what was now His. I was lost on how to do this, but the feel of hand wrapped around my wrist would cause me to gather to my feet quickly in following of His motions. He arranged me like I might arrange a vase of flowers by my window. Placing my arms at the back of my head, telling me to use my fingers to gather my hair up to keep it off my neck. His coarse fingers along my hips, I felt myself a deep burn of shame for two reasons. One, He was looking over my body that no man has ever laid eyes on, and two, He wasn't seeming overly impressed or showing any heated reaction to it. The nerve. I was pretty! He would not say much else to me, but touched my hip with a warm rep cloth causing me to move a bit. When I did, a firm hand would strike my ass causing me to cry out as He would adjust me back in the position. It was hard, and a lesson that burned my entire ass, back and front of my thighs, along with a few fingered bruise marks on upper arms and calves before I got it, and He finished bathing me. He was pleased with color on my flesh, and I was crying, but yet..not moving. What was this? I wanted to obey, and it hurt, and I strangely liked it. He was my new life and I was His new adventure. He spoke of not having a personal slave beyond the slaves of the family wagons who tended His needs, and those of camp. He waited for today. He knew He would bring home a prize. Through my salted wet skin I couldn't help but smile. A locked band of bells was around both my ankles and a collar at my neck before He was completely finished with me. He kissed my throat, whispering "Mine" against my ear.
And I spoke the first sentence, that would seal me completely.
Yes, Master.
I didn't feel like I slept long. My body ached and I heard a chuckle to my little groan as I felt my wrist released from the metal grasp of shackles. He would gather me in His arms, as if I weighted nothing, carrying me into His wagon. I was placed on a woven mat towards the side of the wagon. Once I felt myself released from His hands, I pulled my knees against my chest, watching Him crouch there watching me. I went to pull the veils over my face more when I touched nothing but flesh against finger tips lining my delicate features. I must have blushed for His smile grew. He extended out His hand.
"Give me your clothing"
"But I will be cold"
"I will warm you up then perhaps"
"I will not be cold"
"Good, now don't make me ask twice"
I would be ignorant not to know what exactly was happening. Everything had been ripped from me, not just clothing about to be taken, but my Freedom was gone as the pool of blood had stained the ground under the fallen Turian Warrior. I worked off what was left of my clothing, I felt the dust start to circle around me, blushing again thinking how un lady like of me to leave a dusty outline. Folding up the edges of the dress I didn't want anymore to fall around me. I could just imagine His thoughts. Dirty girl, dirty girl. No, that wouldn't be me. Of course when I lifted it up to hand it to Him happy for the saving of modesty that would be my hair, he took it, and simply threw it right out of the wagon on top of the platform. He took a basin of water beside Him and told me to display. I of course asked in return...what did He want me to display for Him? When He was done laughing at me, the answer was short and sweet. Display what was now His. I was lost on how to do this, but the feel of hand wrapped around my wrist would cause me to gather to my feet quickly in following of His motions. He arranged me like I might arrange a vase of flowers by my window. Placing my arms at the back of my head, telling me to use my fingers to gather my hair up to keep it off my neck. His coarse fingers along my hips, I felt myself a deep burn of shame for two reasons. One, He was looking over my body that no man has ever laid eyes on, and two, He wasn't seeming overly impressed or showing any heated reaction to it. The nerve. I was pretty! He would not say much else to me, but touched my hip with a warm rep cloth causing me to move a bit. When I did, a firm hand would strike my ass causing me to cry out as He would adjust me back in the position. It was hard, and a lesson that burned my entire ass, back and front of my thighs, along with a few fingered bruise marks on upper arms and calves before I got it, and He finished bathing me. He was pleased with color on my flesh, and I was crying, but yet..not moving. What was this? I wanted to obey, and it hurt, and I strangely liked it. He was my new life and I was His new adventure. He spoke of not having a personal slave beyond the slaves of the family wagons who tended His needs, and those of camp. He waited for today. He knew He would bring home a prize. Through my salted wet skin I couldn't help but smile. A locked band of bells was around both my ankles and a collar at my neck before He was completely finished with me. He kissed my throat, whispering "Mine" against my ear.
And I spoke the first sentence, that would seal me completely.
Yes, Master.
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