This time, they did not take the cart and donkey. Seireri had also promised to send one of her acolytes to return it on their behalf. Going on foot wa... no slower than going on the cart, and through this forested region, walking was probably faster.They had started walking along a well-trekked trail into the forest. Tall, dense foliage blocked out most of the moonlight, so the forest floor was dark and gloomy, perfectly fitting Vennoa’s mood. As time passed, the trail became less and less worn. Are you alright?”“Yes, of course,” she said, as she walked back to the bed.He grunted. “I’m not convinced.”Charles strolled to the music center, selected a CD, and inserted it into the machine. He pressed the play button and turned to look at her.She was on the bed, head deep into the pillows while she studied his features.He joined her and caressed her cheek. “This music. It’s good.”“Yes, I’ve always loved the melody of Afterthoughts. It’s delicate and romantic ... and a little sad.”“I’d never. Suddenly the town was ablaze. Everything was confusing. All the men are killed, the women tied up and placed in large carts pulled by strong horses.The journey lasts for days, through high mountain passes and lush green valleys. The women are looked after well, in that, whilst tied up, the soldiers do not touch them. They are fed well, and allowed to urinate and defecate at regular intervals. She counts at least ten carts, with at least ten women on each. They are not allowed to talk. A few of. Slut would wake up, ensure that one of her living companions enjoyed the pleasures of her tongue, explored her body however they wished.Then she would shower—sometimes alone, often with company. She would lather her skin up, to ensure that she smelled good for Master. She would shave herself bare, removing all hair below the neck.And then she would spend the rest of the day alongside Master, obeying his every whim, degrading herself for his pleasure. Her time was like an extended orgasm, and.