Going Nowhere - 2

I went to the kitchen and fetched a bowl and filled it with water. When I returned to the living room, I noticed that she was still kneeling on the rug where I had left her. Her head was lowered. As she heard me coming back, I could hear a sniffle, as she was trying to brace herself for another round of questionings.

I walked up to her and held the bowl with water close to her mouth. "Drink, slave girl."

She looked up at me with big eyes and then started to drink from it. She must have been thirsty because she emptied the entire bowl.

"Thank you master." For the first time, she sought my eyes when she spoke. "Slave girl was very thirsty, master." She continued.

I nodded and then I brought the bowl back into the kitchen. When I returned, she wasn't sitting with her head hanging, instead, she was looking around, taking in what she could of the room. But when she heard me approaching, she quickly lowered her head again. I smiled to myself. She was recovering and just maybe she had some potential after all.

"This slave is dirty, and she smell bad." I told her.

I was again standing before her kneeling body, and I could almost see how she shrunk in shame. "Yes, master." She replied quietly.

"I can't have someone in here that smell like a pigsty." I continued. "Maybe I should keep you in the backyard shack."

This time she didn't reply. She kept staring into the rug she was kneeling on.

"On your feet, slave girl." I yanked the rope that tied her hands, and she struggled to get up on her feet. Again, I grabbed her by the neck and guided her out of my living room, but instead of dragging her out into my back yard, I led her to my bathroom. Startled, she looked around the room.

"But before I lock you up, I will work you over with water and soap. Just maybe I can get you clean enough for keeping you in here."

I pointed at the toilet. "Now, this one is mine. If you even think of using it, I will whip your ass to shreds. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, master." She took a small step away from the toilet as if she was afraid it was going to jump on her.

"Stay here." I ordered.

"Yes master."

I turned around and left the bathroom. When I returned, I had a bucket in my hand. I placed the bucket on the floor in front of her. "This one is for slaves to use. Relive yourself in it."

"Yes master." Without hesitation, she squatted over the bucket and relived herself just as I had ordered. It was obvious that she was used to do that in front of other people. When she was done, she stood up again beside the bucket. I untied her hands.

"This is the only time you may use the toilet, slave." I lifted the toilet lid. "Empty the bucket in here." I pointed down the toilet.

She looked at me with fear in her eyes, but she did as I had told her. I don't know, but maybe she was expecting that I was trying to trick her to get myself a reason to beat her again.

When she was done, I flushed the toilet and she took a step back from it, as if she had never seen a WC before.

I took the bucket from her, turned her around and pushed her into the shower.

"Hands on the wall, slave girl and spread your legs."

"Yes, master."

I undressed myself, unhooked the shower nozzle and turned on the water. I adjusted the temperature and started to hose her down. She inched slightly when I aimed the nozzle directly on her sore buttocks and thighs, but beside that she stood there letting the water flush over her body. I turned off the water and shampooed her long hair. I could feel dust and tiny grains of sand in her hair, and I had to go over it three times before it was acceptably clean.

I then soaped a sponge and cleaned her face and all of her body. Maybe I paid a little more attention to her breasts, thighs and other intimate parts then necessary, but what the heck, I thought to myself, Master does what he pleases. To my delight, I noticed that her body responded to my treatment.

I turned off the water and dried her and myself before I got dressed again. I found a spare toothbrush and gave it to her. She looked it as she had no idea of what to do with it, so I showed her.

When she was done, I ordered her to clean up the bathroom, and left her.

In the kitchen, I prepared myself a salad for a late lunch. As I was eating, I noticed that I couldn't hear her working anymore, so I went to have a look. When I entered the bathroom, I found her kneeling on the floor, facing the door.

"This slave has tried her best to clean the room, master." She didn't meet my eyes.

I looked around. It was obvious that she wasn't trained to do house cleaning, but at least she had tried. For show, I checked a few things, but didn't bother to complain about her work.

"The room is acceptable, slave. Next time you should be a bit faster. Now, follow me."

"Yes, master."

I led her to the slave cell next to the living room and I ordered her to kneel outside of it. It wasn't really a cell with bars and a lockable door. It was more like a cramped space with a mattress, a pillow, a blanket, and a curtain to shut it off from the rest of the house. I reached inside and retrieved an ankle cuff with a chain that was bolted to the floor. I locked it on her left ankle.

From the bathroom, I fetched the rope and the bucket. I put the bucket inside the cell and with the rope I tied her hands, this time behind her back.

Then I went back to the kitchen and picked up the remains of my lunch and a slice of bread. I sat down in front of her, and with the fork, I picked up some salad and held it up before her.

"Eat, slave girl."

She eagerly opened her mouth and let me feed her. When the salad was gone, I fed her the bread and finally I went back to the kitchen fetching the water bowl and an apple.

I put the water bowl in the cell and then I held up the apple before her mouth.

"Take it, slave girl."

She bit on the apple and looked at me. I could see the juice from the apple, mixed with her saliva running down her chin. I smiled at her and ordered her to get inside. Once inside the cell, she turned to face me, still holding the apple with her teeth.

"I shall go out for a while. You have water, the apple and the bucket. Eat and rest while you can, slave."

She nodded and then I pulled the curtain.

A few minutes later, I walked by the cell on my way out. I could hear her trying to crunch on the apple. It wasn't easy to do with her hands tied on her back, but she had plenty of time for it. She was going nowhere.