No animals were harmed. (( Fadereaper && nerdfuck ))

[nerdfuck]

Her hands burned and the pungent smell of some cleaning concoction attacked her nose relentlessly as she scrubbed the floor of the kitchen. The young woman was on her hands and knees on the floor, her silent and occasional tear falling to the floor and lingering with the water already on the floor. She paused long enough to turn her dark brown eyes to the window. She longed to once again be a bird, to fly away wherever the wind took her, to be free, truly free. If she were a bird nothing could hold her back... but would she ever be a bird against, she wondered?

Another tear fell down her face and the young woman reached up to wipe it away, her curly black hair being pushed out of her face with the action. Veyah was a beautiful woman, when a woman she chose to be. She was tall, mature and voluptuous. It was hard not to notice her heavy chest in the skimpy outfit her master had chosen for her, it was hard not to stare at the way the hem of her dress danced over her lovely thick thighs, grazing the thick plush of her rear end. Any man would long to seed her... but men, Veyah did not long for.

The woman leaned up on her knees and found herself looking at that window yet again. She longed to be a horse, running through a field away from whatever she wished to not be near. Running, away, from him.. but would escape ever be possible now? Would she ever be a horse again? Would she ever be free?


Another tear fell and she returned to cleaning the floor, like nothing more than a slave.

 

[Fadereaper]

Lance Vae'alren was the man who owned this estate, as one of the royal rangers of the king's elite forces, he was granted his own estate and a vast sum of gold to his name. He was basically a lord in his own right, for being as successful as he was for the special forces of the king's armies. It was this that allowed him to get way with the wicked things he did on the side, his abusive nature outside of his work. One that was directed at a poor soul he had found deep in the woods, one he had brought home and introduced to a new life of enslavement. He didn't regret it, nor did he care about her fate and how poorly she was being treated.

Lance smirked as he walked into the kitchen, he had fired all his staff save for a few to get all the work done. Primarily, he relied on this woman to do his work for him. He smirked as he watched her clean, watching her hard work at keeping it tidy. "On your feet," he said demanding. When this happened, the other part of her contract as a slave was being enforced. Her work was not the worst part of her enslavement, but this part was definitely the worst part.

She was a voluptuous and beautiful woman, and he didn't hesitate to exploit that to its fullest.