Stop him, Willow has had enough
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| - | "Kowalski!" You shout, catching the other servants off guard. "Get back from her." | + | "Kowalski!" You shout, catching the other servants off guard. "Get back from her." |
| - | + | Though he grumbles, Kowalski backs away from her. | |
| - | + | You take a moment to look at Willow's back as tears cascade down her cheeks and more desperate whimpers escape from her mouth. The bandages cover her injuries, a huge red stain showing through the cloth. | |
| - | + | Looking to Nadya, you gesture her over. She walks up to you, while Kowalski stands next to Dasha. | |
| - | "Then make sure she heals." You | + | "Will she recover?" you ask softly, as Willow kneels before you. |
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| + | "''Da'', but she will have scars," Nadya answers in as professional a tone she can muster, causing Willow to tense up. Slaves were usually given away if their owners found them "disturbing". | ||
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| + | "Then make sure she heals." You place your hand softly atop Willow's head. "We can cover her scars." | ||
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| + | Willow looks up to you, a sad smile behind her tears. | ||
With that, you and Kowalski leave. | With that, you and Kowalski leave. | ||
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---The next day--- | ---The next day--- | ||
| - | You receive a message from Emperor William. His son and war advisor are to be arriving within the next three days. Dasha, one of the slaves taking care of Willow, arrives with news. Dasha is in her late teens, and was given to your father by a peasant to pay his rent. | + | You receive a message from Emperor William. His son and war advisor are to be arriving within the next three days. |
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| + | Dasha, the blonde girl from earlier and one of the slaves taking care of Willow, arrives with news. Dasha is in her late teens, and was given to your father by a peasant to pay his rent. | ||
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| + | "She's recovering fast," Dasha said, pleased with herself as usual. "She should be back in a few days my lord." | ||
| - | + | She bows, allowing you to look down the front of her dress though you don't even need to, her tits are so large. They easily dwarf Willow's in terms of size, a reminder of her purpose as a wet nurse, trained to feed any children you might have. | |
| - | You feel yourself stiffen. Being without Willow has left you without | + | You feel yourself stiffen. Being without Willow has left you without "comfort". Looking at Dasha, you wonder how she'd be. |
[[Have her 'serve' you for the night?]] | [[Have her 'serve' you for the night?]] | ||
Current revision as of 22:25, 24 April 2020
"Kowalski!" You shout, catching the other servants off guard. "Get back from her."
Though he grumbles, Kowalski backs away from her.
You take a moment to look at Willow's back as tears cascade down her cheeks and more desperate whimpers escape from her mouth. The bandages cover her injuries, a huge red stain showing through the cloth.
Looking to Nadya, you gesture her over. She walks up to you, while Kowalski stands next to Dasha.
"Will she recover?" you ask softly, as Willow kneels before you.
"Da, but she will have scars," Nadya answers in as professional a tone she can muster, causing Willow to tense up. Slaves were usually given away if their owners found them "disturbing".
"Then make sure she heals." You place your hand softly atop Willow's head. "We can cover her scars."
Willow looks up to you, a sad smile behind her tears.
With that, you and Kowalski leave.
---The next day---
You receive a message from Emperor William. His son and war advisor are to be arriving within the next three days.
Dasha, the blonde girl from earlier and one of the slaves taking care of Willow, arrives with news. Dasha is in her late teens, and was given to your father by a peasant to pay his rent.
"She's recovering fast," Dasha said, pleased with herself as usual. "She should be back in a few days my lord."
She bows, allowing you to look down the front of her dress though you don't even need to, her tits are so large. They easily dwarf Willow's in terms of size, a reminder of her purpose as a wet nurse, trained to feed any children you might have.
You feel yourself stiffen. Being without Willow has left you without "comfort". Looking at Dasha, you wonder how she'd be.
