Note: This is entirely a work of fiction, and a product of the authors imagination...
However the author has taken actual events that have been witnessed at various times and used them for inspiration and context... Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely unintentional.
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She was young, much younger then I... maybe 25 or 26, definitely not yet 30. She looked so helpless lying there pleading with her eyes. She could not speak, of course. But that did not stop her message from getting out. "Please" she said, with her eyes, but those deep blue eyes spoke volumes in the palpable silence.
She lay their naked, bound, and gagged, spread eagle on the bed. She knew the situation was completely beyond her control. I could do anything I wanted to her, as I had already done... as I was about to do again. She had lost count of how many hours this had been going on. Longer than a day for sure, well into the second night.
I checked the ropes that grabbed her tender wrists. They were tight, as I knew they would be... For every time she struggled writhing on the bed, her bonds grew tighter.
Her legs allowed a bit of movement, but that was by design. That made so that the blood could still flow through her loins. Supple young legs, soft yet firm... I could hardly wait to touch them again.
Before I could take her again, I knew that she would need to relieve herself. Another slave brought her a bed pan, while I attended to other affairs. However I watched to make sure the slave was attentive to her needs. After her aching bladder was emptied, and the bed pan removed, the slave cleaned up our new guest. She was thorough, and efficient... as she had been trained to be, and she knew was expected of her. She cleaned her with a hand wipe, front to back. Then she used another wipe to make sure the task was done perfectly. Afterward, the bound one was told to raise herself up the best she could, and the slave positioned a thick towel under her. She shaved our 'guest', using a straight razor on her gently quivering Mons. Then the slave, bathed her with wet and dry white washcloths, again she was doing her job quickly, but to perfection. The slave knew well what would happen to her, if the new one did not pass inspection.
("Why should I suffer, for this pathetic creature?" She thought.)
When she was done she quietly removed any trace that she had been there, then she knelt effortlessly at her master's feet. She said nothing, as I had not told her to speak. She did not move when I got up to inspect her work. I knew she had done an excellent job, as that's why she had been chosen for it... but still, I could not let the slave think she had achieved perfection. And so, I found reason to make her do the whole cleaning process over again. She did so without protest, as there was nothing else she could do. Then I dismissed her with a hard slap on her exposed ass, followed by another ever harder.
"Thank you, Master" she said, then left without another word... Leaving me alone again with my 'Guest'.
"I'm going to ask you a question and I expect you to be honest... Understand?"
She just nodded her head, as that is all she could do. "Ok, then if I remove your gag, you are not going to scream out are you?" She shook her head no, and I believed her...
"It would not do any good anyway, if you did scream the only people who could hear you, would never do anything to help you. They would face a worse fate than you for such interference " Then I removed the gag from her mouth.
