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The Slave Mistress Chapter 17

Back to Chapter 16 - So- My Main Character should have used a Safe Word or two.  Read up on Safe Words so you can, you know, be safe while playing.

 

The wind was not favorable.  The tide was against them.  Clouds told of another storm that would be on them, the headaches and joint pains reported telling of how severe it was going to get.

Laun had a cold cloth over her forehead as she lay on the dirt.  The chair she had been in creaked just enough to set off the pain between her eyes.  Laying on the dirt and tile of the deck was preferable to even that little noise above the constant surf.  She now understood what the headache was, but even the pale yellow concoction that Maddoc gave her had not taken as much edge off as before the last storm pressure change.

A scrape of door frame against the ground made Laun wince.  She looked over and saw boots from under the cloth on her head.  “Ma’am?”

“More messages?”  Laun winced at her own voice, even though the Corporal had to lean down to hear her properly.

“No, Ma’am.  Batten orders were just passed.  You should probably come inside before the shutters are put in place.”  He continued to stand, waiting.

Laun sighed.  She had been trying to get some rest in the sun, warming herself as she fended off the pounding at her temples.  She held her arm up, her hand open and waited for the man to help her up.  He stepped forward, the sand under his boot making enough of a grinding noise to make Laun clench her teeth. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 14

Back to Chapter 13 - If this is confusing, try going to the beginning of the Chronicles of the Midlands with The SlaveWarrior.

 

The nap happened, in small chunks to begin with.

The babies wanted to be with Laun for a while and that delayed the lay-down.  She was nodding off while the babies were crawling around her on the patio.  Gem helped Laun into her room and took charge of the babies again.

Laun was able to lay back on the bed, not even with her boots off before a messenger from the Hamlis mayor insisted on seeing her.  That took a while to make him stop talking and take a tersely written message back, telling the Mayor that right now was not good, to stop trying to get Laun to move off the compound.  

Laun had her boots off, with help from the timid Lieutenant and had just been in process of telling him her rules of the moment and trying to have some negotiations with the man when the medics came in, Maddoc trailing several other red-sleeved soldiers behind him.  She stripped with little hesitation, the scars and recent wounds starting to blend together, the bruises just starting to yellow and fade but were still enough to make the men who had not seen them before to pause.

Salve was massaged into Laun, the back not the only place the healing hands stroked, though none went to where they all seemed to be looking whenever Laun turned her head and caught them.  The consultations on the back strain and the cuts were over after a small delay, Maddoc asking for a little privacy.

Laun was more relaxed and had her torn dark green tunic on, the harness on the left arm the only other thing on her.  She was sitting, though knew that she would be laying down soon, one way or another.  “You went off compound, Sister.” »Read More

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