11-23-2011, 03:26 PM
Days of travel had finally allowed Amy to enter the east coast. The area she'd come through was pretty mountainous. It was a strain picking a path that the wagon could fit through. Amy was tired and worn out. Entering the valley Amy had thrown in the towel. She was going to stay right there for the rest of the day. Not even bothering to set anything up she headed for the water. A refreshing bath would be just fantastic at this point. Careless of anything else in the area she stripped off the clothes, tossing them wherever they would land.
Stepping in Amy shivered slightly. The water was cold. This wasn't going to deter the woman though. She pulled the elastic from her hair and dived in. Submerged Amy dropped her guard for the first time in a while. Working with a fresh slave was hard, having to always be ready for an escape attempt. She hadn't fed the girl for a few days though, so she doubted she'd make a bolt for it. If she did, well, Amy would just have to be more creative. She had no problems coming up with new ways to discipline.
Amy hummed cheerfully as she washed the stink of the road away. Granted this land wasn't nearly as cultured as Europe, but it had charms. The folk were sweetly naive, easily swayed by her words. She didn't have to deal with crowds, and people weren't constantly bowing. She had a new group to terrorize and tame. Her tail wagged softly at that thought, images of people in pain prancing through her mind.
Stepping in Amy shivered slightly. The water was cold. This wasn't going to deter the woman though. She pulled the elastic from her hair and dived in. Submerged Amy dropped her guard for the first time in a while. Working with a fresh slave was hard, having to always be ready for an escape attempt. She hadn't fed the girl for a few days though, so she doubted she'd make a bolt for it. If she did, well, Amy would just have to be more creative. She had no problems coming up with new ways to discipline.
Amy hummed cheerfully as she washed the stink of the road away. Granted this land wasn't nearly as cultured as Europe, but it had charms. The folk were sweetly naive, easily swayed by her words. She didn't have to deal with crowds, and people weren't constantly bowing. She had a new group to terrorize and tame. Her tail wagged softly at that thought, images of people in pain prancing through her mind.