tavern slaves are for fucking

When he wakes she is on fours polishing the rough floor tiles. His laundry is immaculately clean, fresh smelling, dried, neatly folded and any rips sewn perfectly. All this has been done in a small bucket, by hand & dried on the balcony. His aged & worn leather belts & bags, his sandals, gleam like new, yet are soft and supple like calfskin. Polished with nothing more than her hands and a tiny cleaning rag. All surfaces in the room have been scrubbed and polished to a gleam. The floor has been scrubbed meticulously & polished. All this has been performed in a matter of a couple of hours, during his siesta & in total & anxious silence. When she had finished she had continued polishing the floor all over again, so that when he woke she would still be busy. On all fours polishing feverishly almost beside herself with her bother. This was of course the correct deportment for a female at her chores.
He of course paid no heed to these things, they were expected from her, and as natural as her slavery. The performance of her duties may be trivial & unimportant to him after all if he had to so them himself he probably wouldn’t bother with most. But they had to done perfectly & hastily, loving & willingly carried out at her masters bidding. Her punishment no less severe, for the worthlessness of her petty tasks.
Normally the tavern room all his laundry and anything else would be cleaned by one of the tavern girls. Included in the price of the basic room, as well as her intimate services, and anything else he required, from any of the slaves. The leather curtained alcoves in the tavern itself, were for the brief raping of the girls. Rather than for sleeping in, although many had woken in the alcoves, still drunk in the mornings, attended by a beautiful & well fucked slut. The rooms were cheap & cheerful, about the cost of 3 or 4 meals. A similar price was paid for a slave, and about 1 to 5 percent more for white silk, likewise 10 per cent more for a girl fresh from a training house with a good pedigree. Training houses have become relatively rare these days, as girl learn eagerly enough if kept well whipped. White silks common enough, as a high proportion of barbarian (earth) girls and newly enslaved girls are at the point of sale at least unopened. Blondes attract no premium here & all the girls had better be gorgeous if they wish to breathe.
The point anyway was moot, she would soon be a tavern girl, raped and her fellatio for the price of a beer.
“Bring me a wine girl.” His voice startled her, she jumped with fright, her unbranded buttocks quivering.
She quickly brought him a chilled goblet of wine, he ordered her to kneel facing the wall by the side of his chair. Then went for into the shower room. She squirmed in terrible discomfort as she listened to him urinating. He took his time throwing panful after panful of cold water on his body until he was fully awake & refreshed. Revitalized he donned a fresh linen tunic and his sandals. Still gagged she serves him another wine. A tavern girl knocks timidly & then brings in two buckets and a feeding floor bowl with a small portion of slave gruel. The scraps peelings & other vegetable rinds considered unsuitable for animal feed
One of the buckets is empty but quite horribly pungent, the other is full of stale water. The meagre scraps are also smelly & slimy having been left putrefying in the days heat since yesterday.
Tilly gasps as she sees the tavern girls flimsy clothing, golden foil, fabric the same as she and yasmin had worn.
The tavern girl bracelets tilly’s hands behind her back, leaving her gagged. She is led over to the bucket and squatted awkwardly over the low receptacle. She is permitted to toilet. Her anus throbs & stings awfully, her waters terribly so. Her desperate respite & relief spoiled by the tenderness & soreness. This is often the case with slaves fresh from transportation, & will continue for a few days. Moreover her rear quarters will remain tenderized by her frequent rape & the inevitable whipping meted out to one such as her. In any case her soreness is of no consequence to her owners. He stops her abruptly with a click of his fingers, before she is fully finished. Totally unreservedly obedient to his command she feels dirtied and utterly humiliated by this sudden stop.
She is in tears as the tavern girl ungags her, nonetheless she thanks him effusively on her knees. She is knelt over the bowl, her lips pushed into the porridge she hungrily gulps the unpleasant tasting scraps down & licks the greasy bowl clean. The stink from waste bucket beside her, wafting over her feeding. She is fortunate, in many such cases girls are fed their first waste. In regular feeding their wastes are often mixed in with their scraps so as to extract the maximum nutrient value out of any food wasted on her. The bowl is filled with tepid water & she laps it down licking every drop of the cloudy liquid.
Then she is knelt facing the tavern girl, she is stunningly beautiful, waist length brown hair contrasting with startlingly blue eyes in her gold bikini & veil set. The brunette begins cleaning tilly with a small silken rag. The blonde is still braceleted. In the taverns girls are prepared in groups for the evening service by other slaves arbitrarily & temporarily selected first girls. The girls must kneel & wait to be led to the toilet bucket, then fed, then cleaned & finally have their cosmetics applied. This has the desired effect of further reinforcing the objectifying the slaves. They are prepared to serve men, & they are cleaned and prettified as the men desire. Painted sluts, deprived of even the least petty freedoms. The first girls are of course arbitrarily selected, the next night they will most likely be just another helpless girl waiting to be decorated for the men’s pleasure. Earth girls are never made such first girls, having once had the pretension of female freedom she is now constantly reminded of her true nature.
As the brunette applies lipstick & gloss, rouge and mascara the blonde is almost in tears, seeing herself in the tiny slave mirror. She too is so vulnerable & beautiful, in such an alluring passive way. So obviously for & subordinate to anothers pleasure. Who would take one such as she seriously, even in the slightest, or pay her any regard whatsoever, save to exploit & enjoy the allure of her charms. She was for her betters pleasure & would severely punished if her intimate & every service failed to live up to the lascivious sensual promise implicit in her pretty curves. Who indeed, she would be treated as men wanted to treat her, & dealt with as she truly felt she deserved to be. She felt small & wholly without unimportance, worthless, dependant on her masters will, as indeed she was.
The whole process took less than five minutes, slaves know better than to keep their owners waiting. The blonde was hurriedly softened & scented, her loveliness now immaculate, spotless, and beautiful. Perfection is demanded If there is a failing found both girls would be punished & severely, needless to say perfection is given.
He finished his wine and firmly called for another. The tavern girl fetched his wine. Both girls humbly kissed the rim & lovingly unreserved in their adoration for Master. Both girls trembled, the experienced tavern girl in the knowledge that often the man you served refreshment to, you would also yield sobbing & helpless to his rape. The blonde because she feared and ached for what was implicit in her fellows slave mien. both girls eyes met for a second over the rim.
He watched with enjoyment as they both reddened in delicious shame. Watched the little wiggle of their thighs as they moistened. The tiny sounds of squidging wetness, & the sweet smell of their feminine need for him. Blushing both girls lifted the cup over their bowed heads to him. He left them proffering the cup to him for a few moments, then took it without any recognition of their perfect service.
He leaves them kneeling at his feet while he idly contemplates his evening. Then as if on a whim he has the tavern girl strip & dress tilly in her garments removing her lovely panties and bikini top, along with her tiny veil. The golden fabric was sticky & hotly moist. She was the same girl he had enjoyed this morning, She hadn’t been permitted to wash herself or clean her clothing since then. In the taverns during the day girls work nude except for their veils. If they are selected for intimate service during the day they may wear a tiny apron, sometimes barely covering the breasts, sometimes not, her rear quarters exposed. The apron is for titillation & decoration nothing more. However today she has been kept in her soiled panties and set to scrubbing the floors, the meanest of jobs, usually allotted to earth girls & blondes. Although all the slaves are routinely humiliated and punished by so called blonde work.
He finishes his wine watching as tilly squirms & slithers her own warm wetness mingling with that of the other girl, and his sticky ejaculation.
She has still not been permitted to raise her eyes above his belt, has not recognised his accented voice.
Finishing his wine now he smiles at her obvious embarrassment, and her helpless sexual arousal.
The blonde is leashed by the brunette & preceding him on all fours is led from the room & down the stairs into the tavern.