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Lord Isabel was exhausted.
She’d been pushing hard all day. She’d wanted to make it to her cousin’s stronghold before this storm hit. But they’d passed another wagon with a broken wheel, and she’d known her guard Cynthia was desperate to help, though she’d never have said as much, so they’d stopped. Then her slave girl, Natalia, had needed to stop because she got motion sickness, and in the end they’d barely made it to this little town and this little inn before the clouds unleashed their fury.
At least the coins Isabel had given the innkeeper had ensured his obsequious insistence on showing her to the finest room. It wasn’t much, but it had room for Isabel’s little retinue, and there was a copper tub gleaming next to the fire, bathwater already getting warm.
Isabel stripped, pretending not to notice the way Natalia and Cynthia stared. She knew her guard would have gone to her knees in an instant if she’d asked her to enslave herself, but she preferred to wait. It would be so much sweeter when Cynthia begged for her collar of her own volition. For now, she just teased the guard at every opportunity.
“Cynthia,” she said now, stretching, aware of how the firelight played over her breasts, “go see to the wagon and horses.”
Cynthia bowed her head more deeply than necessary and murmured, “Yes, my lord.”
Isabel stretched again when she’d gone, then stepped into the water. It wasn’t as hot yet as she would have liked, but she was eager to scrub away the dust and sweat of this frustrating day. She knew she was disappointing poor little Nata, who loved to bathe her mistress, but the slave’s gentle, reverent touch wasn’t what she needed right now. She needed to scour herself.
“Nata, darling, you may lay out a robe for me,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress, thank you!” Her slave prostrated herself hurriedly before rising to obey. “Thank you for commanding me, Mistress!”
Natalia was still rifling through their bags when there was a soft knock at the door.
Isabel glanced over the edge of the tub, only half paying attention as her girl hurried to answer. Her attention sharpened when a dirty, ragged little figure prostrated at Natalia’s feet.
“Please, honored madame,” it said in a surprisingly sweet voice, “this one’s Master wishes to know if you’ll take your meal in your room tonight?”
“Oh!” Nata’s horrified squawk made Isabel smile. “Oh, no, I’m- please stand up! I’m only a slave!”
“R-Really?” The little drudge knelt up, and though Isabel couldn’t really see her face, she could hear wonder in her voice. “You’re so beautiful, and your clothes are so beautiful, honored… um…”
Isabel had to hand it to this inn slave, she had good taste. Natalia was exquisite. With her dark hair and eyes, her graceful carriage, her glorious curves… she was the loveliest little slave whore there had ever been.
And Isabel dressed her accordingly, which the other slave had also noticed. She was wearing an ankle-length dress of sky-blue silk shot through with silver thread. When she stood still like this, it looked like an ordinary, if rather shapeless, gown held up by delicate silver chains that served as shoulder straps. However, every time she moved, the hundreds of slender ribbons parted to reveal her pierced breasts, her shapely legs, her exquisite ass, her shining chastity belt.
“Mistress?” Natalia squeaked helplessly.
Isabel couldn’t restrain an indulgent laugh. “Let your little friend in, Nata.”
The inn drudge gasped, crawled the few paces to get through the door, and flattened. Natalia prostrated beside her, probably because she didn’t want to be left out of any opportunity to grovel for her owner.
“This worthless thing is so sorry, honored madame!” the shabby little thing gasped. “Oh! Please punish it!”
“Tell your master that yes, I’ll have three servings of supper brought to my room,” Isabel interrupted. She had no energy to indulge slave hysterics tonight.
The inn slave hurried away. Nata stayed prostrate, and Isabel allowed it. She always felt that it did slaves good to worship quietly while they were ignored, though she’d never been as good at ignoring her treasured girl as she pretended.
Cynthia returned and took up her silent vigil in the corner. Isabel feigned ignoring her, too, though she could feel her guard’s eyes on her in the bath, on her groveling slave.
When the meek little knock came again, Cynthia moved to answer the door, but Isabel stopped her with a flick of her hand.
“Let Natalia answer,” she commanded, and her slave rose with an obedient murmur.
Isabel’s eyes were closed, but they flew open at Nata’s gasp.
“Oh! What happened? You’re bleeding!”
“It’s nothing, honored Miss Slave,” the inn drudge murmured, and Isabel couldn’t help being charmed by the clumsy term of address. “This one’s master was angry that it took too long coming up here, honored Miss Slave.”
Cynthia breathed in sharply, and Isabel couldn’t stop herself from looking.
Behind the shaky little wheeled table she pushed, the inn drudge was indeed bleeding. Dark blood matted a large part of her lank blonde hair, and her lip was split.
Cynthia and Nata were both looking on in horror. As one, they turned pleading eyes to Isabel.
My little bleeding hearts, she thought fondly, rising from the tub. Both slaves prostrated, and Cynthia bowed her head.
Isabel savored the feeling of power she got from being naked and feeling their desire. Funny, how the same state- nudity- could be so different depending on whether one was a slave or a person.
“How much does it cost to rent your services for the night, little one?” she asked.
The inn drudge gulped. “Begging Honored Madame’s pardon, Master charges two copper pennies!”
“The proper term of address is ‘my lord,’” Isabel corrected. “Cynthia, go make the arrangements.”
“Yes, my lord!” The guard practically sprinted for the door.
Smiling to herself, Isabel stepped from the tub and shrugged on the robe Natalia had set out for her. It was pleasantly warm from the fire by now.
“Nata, your little friend needs a good scrubbing,” she said, indicating the tub. “Take care of her.”
The inn drudge’s naked body was surprisingly pretty when she’d shucked off her rags. Isabel admired her perfect round breasts. The nipples looked terribly bare without a bedslave’s piercings, but nevertheless, appealing.
The slave gasped when Nata led her to the bath. “Oh! A bath? Really? For this thing? In my lord’s own bathwater?”
“Naturally,” Isabel said. “I won’t have a dirty girl in my room. Now get in like a good slave.”
“Oh!” She burst into tears when she put a foot into the water. “It’s warm! Oh, my lord, bless you! This thing is so spoiled! This worthless one will remember your kindness for the rest of its life!”
Isabel wasn’t sure she had the energy for a fuck tonight. In truth, she’d just wanted to please her tenderhearted subordinates by sheltering the drudge for the evening. But that beautiful body and delightful submissiveness opened up other ideas.
The inn slave whimpered and shivered under Nata’s capable hands, gazing up at her worshipfully. She seemed terribly taken with Isabel’s little darling, and Isabel couldn’t help feeling warmly towards her for that reason.
Cynthia returned, and Isabel beckoned her over with an imperious gesture.
“This little one seems of a size with my Nata,” she said. “Find some lingerie for her to wear once she’s presentable. Choose something that you think will please me.”
Cynthia shivered almost imperceptibly. Isabel enjoyed a warm curl of satisfaction in her belly at eliciting such a response.
Soon. Soon you’ll beg to be mine.
“Yes, my lord,” Cynthia said huskily, and began rummaging.
“You have such pretty hair!” Nata whispered, running her slim fingers through its soaked length. Then she gasped. “Oh! Was that where you’re hurt?”
“It doesn’t matter.” The inn slave’s eyes were closed, and Isabel was sure the water running down her cheeks wasn’t just the bath. “It was just a pan. Please… please don’t stop touching it, honored Miss Slave!”
“Nata,” Isabel called out, “wash her breasts.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Nata’s hands moved down, cupping and massaging, and the drudge arched into her touch with a gasp.
“Here, my lord,” Cynthia murmured, holding out her selection.
It was a good choice- a blood-red satin slip with cutouts over the nipples, too short to cover a slave’s holes. Isabel smiled and took it.
“Good girl,” she said casually, and pretended she didn’t see Cynthia blush or hear her breath catch. “Nata, darling, dry her off and put her in this. Isn’t it nice to share with a friend?”
Isabel leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the fire and the lazy tickle of low-level arousal as the slaves prepared.
“Oh!” the inn slave gasped. “Honored Miss Slave, please, that’s much too fine and beautiful! It can’t wear something like that! It’ll ruin it!”
“Mistress said to wear it, though.” Dear Nata sounded absolutely bewildered at the thought that anyone might question Isabel’s will. “You’ll look beautiful!”
And to Isabel’s surprise, she did.
The red emphasized the blush of the slave’s cheeks. Once clean, her blonde hair had a pleasing curl to it. And with her body properly displayed, she looked like a real bedslave.
She prostrated next to Natalia, and Isabel was even more surprised to see how fine they looked together. It was a lovely contrast- dark hair and pale, both strewn on the shabby floor at her feet.
“Up, Nata,” she commanded.
Her bedslave gazed at her with adoration and reverence that turned to shock when she took out the little key she wore on a chain, right next to her heart.
Isabel almost never unlocked Natalia’s chastity belt except for cleaning and toileting. The slave trembled and flinched when she removed the belt, no doubt unused to the feeling of air on her pussy.
“Back to your knees,” Isabel commanded, ignoring her beloved’s questioning eyes. “You two are going to put on a nice show for Mistress. Give each other a kiss.”
Natalia guided the inn slave up and put a hand under her chin, leaning in to kiss her. The drudge stiffened, squeaking a little, and then melted adorably into Nata’s arms.
“Kiss her properly now,” ordered Isabel.
Natalia obediently deepened the kiss, gently guiding the drudge’s lips open. Their jaws worked as they explored one another’s mouths, tongues questing gingerly, clinging to each other.
“Touch each other,” Isabel urged. “Run your hands over each other’s bodies.”
Natalia obeyed with gusto. Her hands were everywhere- ghosting down the drudge’s ribcage, caressing her neck, fondling her breasts. The inn slave was more hesitant, skating her fingers with their blunt, broken nails up and down Nata’s arms as though she were handling the most delicate glass.
They made a lovely picture in the firelight. Isabel’s tired body was beginning to work up some real arousal.
“Grind your little pussies together,” she commanded.
They were clumsy as they obeyed, bracing against one another and catching each other every time a foot slipped. Their genitals moved together awkwardly at first, but the slave girls soon found their rhythm. They rocked against one another, gasping, moaning. Natalia gave a guttural little scream, and the inn slave’s breaths came like sobs.
“Mistress,” Nata whimpered, “oh, Mistress, God, please, it’s so good, please, just this once-”
“Now, Nata,” Isabel said indulgently, “where do you get your pleasure?”
“From my mouth, Mistress,” Nata whined, her perfect face screwed up adorably with need. “From the divine orgasm of my God!”
“Very good!” cooed Isabel. “What are cute little slave pussies for?”
“For… leaking and burning, Mistress!” Now Nata was crying, too, as she ground against the inn slave. “For looking pretty and taking punishment!”
“How many orgasms have you had?”
“None, Mistress!” Natalia wailed. “Good slaves never come!”
“That’s right,” Isabel soothed. “And you’re my good slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress!” sobbed Natalia. “It hurts, Mistress! It burns! Thank you! I love you, Mistress!”
“I suppose your little friend may come if she wishes,” Isabel said with a shrug.
“Please,” the inn slave whispered, her face red with the effort of holding back, “please… this one isn’t a good slave, but please, it wants to be good for you, my lord! You’ve been so kind, so kind…”
“Please help us, Mistress!” begged Nata. “We’re just weak little slaves! If we keep grinding like this, we won’t be able to hold back! Please help us, Mistress! Make us be good slave girls for you!”
“Please don’t let us come, my lord!” The inn slave caught on quickly, Isabel would give her that. “Please have mercy! Honored Miss Slave is so beautiful, this thing can’t help itself!”
“Very well.” Smiling, Isabel stood. “You girls may lick my cunt and ass. Be sure to share with your friend, darling.”
The slaves pulled away from each other, long strands of their slick glinting in the firelight to connect their pussies as they parted. Then they groveled to Isabel’s feet with little cries of joy and murmured prayers.
Nata shifted behind Isabel to rim her asshole, pressing adoring kisses all over her ass before getting to work. As she did, she gently guided her new friend’s head to Isabel’s cunt.
The inn slave whimpered. “Oh… oh, my lord, it’s so beautiful! Thank you for letting this one worship something so much greater than itself! It will always remember this night, your incredible goodness! Thank you!”
Even before her tongue found Isabel’s sensitive flesh, Isabel had decided to buy the girl.
She was so sweetly adoring, so besotted with Nata. And the two of them made a lovely pair. Isabel had been meaning to get her girl a pet. This would be perfect.
This decision was reinforced by the slave’s expert licking. She clearly knew how to please a cunt, and Isabel found herself rapidly approaching orgasm. The two devoted tongues, soft and wet, lapping entreatingly at her… it was the perfect end to a wearying day.
Perhaps it was for the best that her day’s travels had gone so wrong, though.
Isabel came hard, and the slaves moaned and squealed with ecstasy. Behind her, she could feel Cynthia trembling.
While the girls kissed and licked her feet in gratitude, she waved her guard over and whispered in her ear.
“Take my purse and go buy this little morsel,” she said, pitching her voice so the slaves wouldn’t hear. She’d surprise them in the morning when she packed them both up to go. “After all, I can always do with another whore in my collar.”
Cynthia whimpered almost imperceptibly, but hurried away at once.
Isabel leaned back and closed her eyes, smiling to herself, enjoying the adoring foot worship and the anticipation of even better evenings to come.