The little peasant woman and two other girls were not forgotten either. By order of the manager of the castle, these slaves were sent to the kitchen by dishwashers and cook assistants. When they were led into a huge room filled with steam and mouth-watering smells, the elderly plump woman broke into a smile and threw up her hands, with a powerful voice ordered to remove the chains from her slaves, wash well and put on clean sundresses.

“You, Millie, do not hurt them,” Uri asked almost in a whisper, “Feed and get a job done.”

- Go too! - the cook laughed, - I myself will figure out what to do with these chickens.

It was already dark when Uri entered the hut where Ilma sat. Unfastening her neck chain from the wall, he crouched before the girl and said thoughtfully:

- What am I to do with you, girl? And you had to be such a beautiful woman. Eye, or something, knock out? Or spoil your attractive face?

Leaping abruptly to his feet, he dragged a slave from the hut into the backyard, where the stables were located. Rudely pushing the girl into a small wardrobe, the guard closed the door tightly and told Ilma to kneel down.

“Put manure down from head to foot,” ordered Uri, “and try to make you look like this forever.” Do not forget to cover your stigma. And I, in turn, will try to avoid being bothered.

“Thank you, sir,” the girl mumbled, “You are very kind.”

“Don't flatter yourself,” Uri chuckled. “I need you for business.” The time will come, you will return the favor in full. And remember: your name is Lily. Where did the princess - you do not know. You were caught on the road when you went to Darko to look for food. Your whole family died of starvation. I got it?

“Yes, sir,” the girl nodded.

“Sit quietly,” ordered Uri.

He took a big dagger from his belt and with a few strokes shattered the magnificent hair of a slave, after which she looked like the most ordinary mamaraka from a deaf village smeared with manure. Uri pulled a coarse canvas dress out of the chest — a small canvas with a hole in the middle, and helped the slave to get dressed. To top it off, he belted it with a rough rope. A new slave to work at the stable was ready.

Days dragged on, similar to one another. Ilma, now the slave of Lily, rose before dark. She quickly swallowed a scanty breakfast, consisting of a small piece of stale bread and half a green onion, she set to work: she cleaned the horses, asked them food, scooped up manure, changed straw in stalls.

When a senior groom appeared, who also performed the duties of a driver, the girl would drive into the far corner so as not to meet his eyes. A couple of times this short-legged muzhiks, not paying attention to the fact that the slave was smeared in horse shit, to which he was accustomed, tried to pull her hands towards her. But, fortunately for her, Uri or someone from his subordinates, who stopped the attempts of a voluptuary lover, was always nearby. Terry, muttering something under his breath, walked away from the girl with a displeased look, his eyes glittering.

So a month has passed. But one day, a tall young man in a black komzol and high boots appeared at the stable in the morning. Terry, who was fiddling with the harness, immediately bent in half, folding his arms over his chest.

- And what is this scarecrow? The man asked in a mocking voice, "Who brought her here?"

- Oh, Master! - Terry squeaked, not raising his head, - This is - a new slave Lily.

- Interesting, - The owner slowly approached the girl, covering his nose with a lace scarf, - Very interesting!

“This girl is from the last game,” the guard who approached explained, “We picked her up on the road when we were driving a convoy.”

“You're lying, brute,” the tall man said calmly. “Isn’t she the princess of Ilma?”

- What is she a princess? - scared blinked eyes of soldiers, - She is dirty.

“Let's see,” the Master raised his head to the slave with a thin whip, “Wash and bring to me.” Immediately! If it turns out that this is the girl I’m looking for, you will be executed, you bastard.

The guard shook all over with fear and plunged at his master's feet.

- Spare me, Master! - he howled, crawling in front of him on all fours, - I do not know anything! I was ordered to watch her, and who she was, they did not say.

- Who ordered you, pig? - Mister strongly lashed the guard on the back, - Here, only I order, and you, nasty offspring, must obey without question! Who ordered?

“Uri's senior guard,” the soldier blurted out.

Milard, and it was him, once again hitched a guy on the back and quickly left. Terry, narrowing his narrow eyes, walked over to the slave and strongly pulled her over the edge of her clothes. Matter cracked and instantly flew off the girl's body, exposing her slim figure.

Ilma shrank from fear. Her secret has been revealed, and now the girl will have to go to the chambers of this monster. Understanding that her Master could not calmly survive the deception, she guessed that Uri would face severe punishment.

The guard, meanwhile, picked up a leash to the collar of the slave and dragged him to the far corner of the stable. The groom, waddling from foot to foot, like a fattened goose, hobbled behind them on his short crooked legs, giggling and licking his thick, turned lips with a whitish, fleshy tongue.

- What are you crawling, nit? - The guard snarled, - I can handle it without you. Small trick - water over the girl.

“I'll see, hehe,” Terry replied in his disgusting voice, “The owner ordered the girl to be washed clean.” What if you can't do it alone? And then I will help. I will rub a back, boobs, lyazhechki. Look how smooth! Or do you think only you can paw such a goat? Hehe!

“Just touch her, you bastard,” the soldier spun around, but Terry jumped aside with the agility of a wild cat.

“Hehe,” he grunted again, “So be it.” I'll just take a look. And before death I'll give you some fun. Hehe!

“You yourself will die before me,” the guard snarled.

The water was so cold that Ilma's skin immediately became covered with small pimples, and his arms and legs became numb. The guard, armed with a bundle of straw, began to rub the girl's back, scraping off the adhering dirt. The stableman, sitting on his side and smacking his tongue, gave advice.

- Scrape the knife, you fool! - He taught the guy, - Do not worry, do not hurt. Come on, I'll wash it.

- Go away! - the soldier barked at him, - I know how you wash.

At this time, a tall woman in a long raincoat draped over her bare shoulders approached them. Her black curly hair fell in thick cascades and reached her waist. Legs were shod in high leather boots. The flat stomach was open, and the confused places were barely covered by a thin loincloth of transparent colorless slit. A narrow strip of fabric made from the same fabric tightened the barely visible chest.

- Oh, Noble Gila! - Terry again emerged in a low bow.

- Go away! - A woman with a swing struck the stableman with her foot in the stomach, - Where is the slave?

“Here, madam,” the guard said imperturbably, “I am trying to wash her.”

Gila came closer and looked at the girl with an evil look. Surpassing the slave from all sides, she twisted her thin lips in an unkind smile and moved aside.

“Leave the girl,” she ordered, “I will take care of this meat myself.” And you are told to find Uri. Tell him everything.

“Understood, madam,” the guard's face lit up for a moment with a smile, “I'm already running, madam!”

The guy threw away a bundle of straw, which had turned black by this time, and quickly left. Gila, once again examining the slave from all sides, picked up the leash.

“Let me, O Noble Gila, help you,” said Terry, “I myself will drag this girl to the basement, I will wash her myself.

Gila glared at him, but she didn’t give the leash. They went out into the yard and headed towards the back of the castle. The stableman, offended by a sigh, went ... Read more →