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about you all day till the break of night?”
“These Valerian leaves are quite big.” Annabel responded, ignoring Beatrice.
“They should fetch a good price at the market.” Even though Annabel was accustomed to Beatrice’s abuse, or at the very least ignoring it, after so many years of hearing it, the full disparagement had begun to press on Annabel’s spirit.
“Hmm, have you got any wolfs bane?” Beatrice asked, rummaging through Annabel‘s basket. “You should have gotten some wolfs bane That’ll be in high demand soon. The men say the Lycans are up to something. Come on.” Beatrice beckoned Annabel inside, taking the basket from her.
“The wolves? What would the wolves want with us?” Annabel asked, interested.
“Those animals? Who knows? I heard there’s a hunt tonight. The sooner they’re either dead or run off, the better. Or even better, send them to suffer the South.”
“Why does no one live in the South, Beatrice?” Annabel asked in an attempt to steer Beatrice’s single-minded fixation on work and her ‘loving’ attempt to turn her into a respectable woman.
“With all the Mist and other wild things down there, why would anyone want to explore it, be they man, beast or changer? Silly girl, why do you ask such questions? Do you think a husband would want to hear such things? You mustn‘t ask such things.”
“Yes, Beatrice.” Annabel replied, weighed down by Beatrice’s barrage of insults.
“Honestly, I don’t know what goes through your head. Do you think you’re going to impress a suitor through oration? Ha! You’ve got neither a pleasant mind or figure, your ability to work is the only attraction you give.”
“Yes, Beatrice.” Annabel said, monotonously.
“Now close up the barn, wash yourself, and then come inside. I‘ve got a tub of water still hot and waiting, wash off all of that dirt. I‘m going to make you into something someone will want one way or another.”
“Yes, Beatrice.”
After finishing her chores, Annabel moved from the farmyard to the washtub behind the cottage. She returned to her favorite daydream as she stripped down slowly to her plain dress, without the routine efficiency. The sounds of wolves could be heard in the woods around her.
“Perhaps,” she thought playfully, “my ideal man isn’t a man, or, not entirely.”
One strap at time she removed her garments gradually, fully returning her mind to the fantasy lover. She pulled at the edges of her dress until her voluptuous tits popped out of the top with an amusing jiggle. She slowly slid down her togs, imagining how her sensual rogue in her daydreams would, until her whole body was exposed to the cold night. His image was still majestic and magnificent, but this time, also possessing a bit of bestial appearance. As her rosy nipples began to tighten, Annabel lowered herself into the still-hot bath. She gasped as the wave of contentment washed over her, in the form of all surrounding warm, wetness. Grabbing a thick chunk of soap, Annabel massaged her engorged breasts, painting her now ruddy body in creamy white lather. Up the back of her neck, through her cleavage, all around her ample curves, and down, down on her lower back she rubbed the bar pretending it to be her lovers brawny hands, dexterous tongue, and thick hard…
“Ar-hooo…” an exceptionally long howl rang through the valley in the growing dark. Beatrice rushed outside to loudly shrill to Annabel to return inside, quickly.
“Come on now, you should be clean by now. And remember, a man doesn’t even want tampered goods, let alone damaged ones.”
With a suppressed groan of frustration, Annabel did as she was told and gathered her clothes and ventured into the cottage while wrapped in a small, itchy towel. She was still dripping wet as Beatrice stripped her of her meager covering and hastily dried her in front of a long, full-looking glass. That mirror was the most expensive thing that the family had ever
“These Valerian leaves are quite big.” Annabel responded, ignoring Beatrice.
“They should fetch a good price at the market.” Even though Annabel was accustomed to Beatrice’s abuse, or at the very least ignoring it, after so many years of hearing it, the full disparagement had begun to press on Annabel’s spirit.
“Hmm, have you got any wolfs bane?” Beatrice asked, rummaging through Annabel‘s basket. “You should have gotten some wolfs bane That’ll be in high demand soon. The men say the Lycans are up to something. Come on.” Beatrice beckoned Annabel inside, taking the basket from her.
“The wolves? What would the wolves want with us?” Annabel asked, interested.
“Those animals? Who knows? I heard there’s a hunt tonight. The sooner they’re either dead or run off, the better. Or even better, send them to suffer the South.”
“Why does no one live in the South, Beatrice?” Annabel asked in an attempt to steer Beatrice’s single-minded fixation on work and her ‘loving’ attempt to turn her into a respectable woman.
“With all the Mist and other wild things down there, why would anyone want to explore it, be they man, beast or changer? Silly girl, why do you ask such questions? Do you think a husband would want to hear such things? You mustn‘t ask such things.”
“Yes, Beatrice.” Annabel replied, weighed down by Beatrice’s barrage of insults.
“Honestly, I don’t know what goes through your head. Do you think you’re going to impress a suitor through oration? Ha! You’ve got neither a pleasant mind or figure, your ability to work is the only attraction you give.”
“Yes, Beatrice.” Annabel said, monotonously.
“Now close up the barn, wash yourself, and then come inside. I‘ve got a tub of water still hot and waiting, wash off all of that dirt. I‘m going to make you into something someone will want one way or another.”
“Yes, Beatrice.”
After finishing her chores, Annabel moved from the farmyard to the washtub behind the cottage. She returned to her favorite daydream as she stripped down slowly to her plain dress, without the routine efficiency. The sounds of wolves could be heard in the woods around her.
“Perhaps,” she thought playfully, “my ideal man isn’t a man, or, not entirely.”
One strap at time she removed her garments gradually, fully returning her mind to the fantasy lover. She pulled at the edges of her dress until her voluptuous tits popped out of the top with an amusing jiggle. She slowly slid down her togs, imagining how her sensual rogue in her daydreams would, until her whole body was exposed to the cold night. His image was still majestic and magnificent, but this time, also possessing a bit of bestial appearance. As her rosy nipples began to tighten, Annabel lowered herself into the still-hot bath. She gasped as the wave of contentment washed over her, in the form of all surrounding warm, wetness. Grabbing a thick chunk of soap, Annabel massaged her engorged breasts, painting her now ruddy body in creamy white lather. Up the back of her neck, through her cleavage, all around her ample curves, and down, down on her lower back she rubbed the bar pretending it to be her lovers brawny hands, dexterous tongue, and thick hard…
“Ar-hooo…” an exceptionally long howl rang through the valley in the growing dark. Beatrice rushed outside to loudly shrill to Annabel to return inside, quickly.
“Come on now, you should be clean by now. And remember, a man doesn’t even want tampered goods, let alone damaged ones.”
With a suppressed groan of frustration, Annabel did as she was told and gathered her clothes and ventured into the cottage while wrapped in a small, itchy towel. She was still dripping wet as Beatrice stripped her of her meager covering and hastily dried her in front of a long, full-looking glass. That mirror was the most expensive thing that the family had ever
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