how much for her?
The flask lifted from her body .. she still had the platter balanced on her thighs - and the cup of water in her other hand.Eyes lifting to His ...
This one doesn't remember, Commander.
Commander, I have not had a place, a home to call my own in longer than I care to admit. I have travelled and seen many places and met many people, but never have I felt as alive as I have in the short time I have been allowed to be here among you.
I wish to live another life, one filled with friends and family and home. I am not without the ability to contribute. I can cook, I can carry water if needed. I am quick and can learn what is needed of me.
stepping inside to say Hello to you bothSmile
Jeopardy
smiles as the girl returns, I take the offered flask.when did you last have this pretty one?
Perhaps Janet?
Tweak
simplicity has started a new game with the following players:
simplicity
shamooda returned - holding the flask away from her like as if it were poison - which, in a way - it was to a slave. The wild slave had to mention that she was glad it wasn't for her.With all balanced against her body, this one moved slowly across the cleared area and to the Commander's boots once again - this time kneeling quietly with no other antics.
Commander - the slave wine and the bosk for You.
Have you any favorites?
"Okay, love."Smiles and waves as you head out for a few.
Looks in
I’ll be back shortly baby
Free Studio
oh absolutely not, Al was always put together. You know we didn't have expensive things, but she kept her hair and makeup done. She kept herself clean and looked good. She caught the eye of nearly every man she knew. I suppose that might have been part of what happened here. She caught the wrong eye.
She'd asked shamooda - who was just standing 'round - hiss - to fetch a flask of slave wine. That brought near-silent groans from her as she went to get one.Stepping to the cook fires, she greeted the Mistress, letting her know that the bosk steaks smelled so good before pointing to one. It was plopped onto the platter - a tiny bit of juice splashed upon one's exposed softness - but she paid it no mind.
yes there are things that need done little slave. First will be the slave wine, I will not bind your hands if you take it like a good slave. If not then I will bind you and hold your nose as I pour it into your mouth
**In the storm , the Gally-ship 'The Vicky' is being tossed about..**.. Recovering some.. I shake my right arm out , and the only real pain I feel is my left hand and the curse suddenly .. That fist gripping tightly to the rope at the small of your back, not wanting to let you go and a growl emerges from me because the pain just won't let up..
"Why does it need to act up now ?"
Just as suddenly , rain begins to POUR down , and winds blow it in sheets around us .. Then lightning begins at strike the sea around us , quickly growing closer ..
One of those FLASHES shows the silhouette of some sort of Monster , towering above the side of the ship behind me and I don't seem to see it as I try , with great effort to hold a big stack of crates , so that they too won't topple over and be lost.. Doing so my left arm lets go of you in my effort to save the supplies And you can see men crashing around , some falling overboard..
One man , A Raider you know, gets snatched and eaten out of thin air by the monster..
"Hold On to me girl !.."
"Oh yes, I know."Smirks playfully.