By a Cunning Contrivance

"I have heard in many bad stories from bards that people have escaped palaces by means of hiding in the laundry! We shall sneak you in by the same means!"

Aurora nodded, that did sound good, she'd be literally covered in cloth!

Perhaps, she thought, the young Laundress was much smarter than they overbearing Aurora had given her credit for. She remember with a sting as snuggled under her fresh sheets and panties that she had often shouted and shrieked at her Laundress were not properly scrubbing all the stains, or if she had, castigating her for damaging the dainty material, and now she was completely dependent upon her.

Aurora could tell they had been moving a few furlongs andwere on a well beaten trail, but now they were on the cobbled stones, and then gliding on carpet.

Finally they stopped.

Aurora sat silently until she heard, "Okay,", and then sprang out, instantly recognizing her bed chamber! Done in her ancestral colors with a great portrait of her across from her canopied four poster bed.

"First I shall scrub the soapy stink of your laundry from me and the grit from you, dirty girly. Now, I will get your servants and tell them you have called for a bath to go with your clean clothing."

Aurora hid behind a curtain as she watched the large marble tub under her great bed on the carpeted platform exposed as the servant women first raised it, then came carrying buckets of warm water to her great tub, and then set the fires alight inside it to keep it warm before leaving.

"You can come out, my pantiless paltroon, your servants have gone, not wishing your Artemesian wrath for seeing you nude at your bath."

"But I can", the Laundress sang as she slipped under the warm waters and beckoned the dimunitive Aurora/Vesper to follower her.

Vesper nigh dove under the water and was wrapped in the Laundress' embraced, who proceeded to pull her out and scrub her like she was one of her own loincloths!

"Hey!", Aurora complained.

"Hush, child, no arguments! Silly things, never wanting to get clean!"

She scrubbed her dirty feet mercilessly, tickling the poor Aurora, "Stop, please, I can't hold it in!"

"You better not piss my tub, urchin!"

"Ooo, I can't help it!"

The Laundress stopped and laughed, "Then get you to your chamber pot!"

And Vesper scrambled out, barely getting the porcelain under her as the piss shot ad rang into the bowl.

"Ahhhh,", she sighed contentedly.

"Now you really do need a bath! Can't even hold your bladder!", she laughed in sing-song again.

"Shut up!", Aurora pouted, "You made me!", huffing in indignity.

"Then I'll take care of it."

And she went to work on Aurora's slit until she was moaning, "ooo, I'm, OH, I'm going to! AHHHH!", and gushed her honey into the tub.