Bath time

"Good" you exclaim as you see the clean water. "I didn't think we'd find a place to wash this quickly, or I'd have marched your pretty ass in naked." You step up to her side and gently guide her to the trough of water. Grabbing a rag you dampen it in the water and turn back to your captive. As you lift the rag to her face to wipe away a smear of your cum she pushes your hand away and says:

"I can wash myself!" her hand reaches for the wet cloth, but you don't release your grip.

"I'm sure you could Sandy..." her eyes flash at your nickname for her "... but I'm looking forward to washing you." One more gentle push and she is seated on the edge of the stone trough between your knees. Holding her chin firmly in your hand you carefully clean her face, washing away your cum as well as the visible trail of tears that ran through the smudges of dust and grime that covered her face. Under the filth her complexion is pale and smooth, her soft skin would be the envy of a noblewoman or even one of the high priced courtesans from the pleasure houses in the city. Sandrine sits patiently as you dab away the dirt from her face but as your hands ran the wash cloth down her neck to her shoulders she starts to protest again.

"P.P.please," She stutters awkwardly. "I can wash myself." Her eyes are big and brown as they look pleadingly at you, but you show her no mercy. The cool clean water feels refreshing after the summer heat and you are looking forward to washing your new prize. Your big hands rest briefly on her soft shoulders before you slowly push the tunic down to her arms. Your cum has partially dried into white streaks that run from her throat and breasts down over her belly.

"I've seen all of you before, pretty serving girl" You remind her as you gently release the cloth from her fingers and slide it down to her waist. "Enjoy the feeling of someone else serving you for a change."

Sandrine's hands fall to her lap, but you see no sign of submission in her eyes. You will have to watch this one carefully or she may slip away given the slightest opportunity. Either that or smash in your skull when your back is turned. Reaching past her body you soak the rag in the water and bring the dripping cloth back to her slender form. Ignoring for now her inviting tits, you lift her left arm so you can run the cloth over her shaved armpits and down her side. Soaking the rag again you wash her other flank, again marveling at the perfect physique of your captive. Her arms are toned and you can just feel her ribs under the smooth layer of tissue as you wash her side. Your eyes inevitably return to her full tits; their perfect smoothness is broken only by the smears of your cum that is drying into white flakes on her flesh.

The cool water has caused her nipples to tighten again and you can no longer resist them. The next time the rag is lifted to her body you cup her heavy breasts with the wash cloth, cleaning the crease where her sweat and your cum had collected under her tits. As you wash her heavy breasts, your thumbs rub against her peaks enjoying the feel of her tight nipples though the wet fabric. The water makes little rivulets as it runs over her round tits and down into the dip of her belly button, and the feel of her firm flesh and smooth skin under your calloused fingers sends a surge of desire through your loins. You wish now that you had more than a rag and cold water to wash this beauty with.

"There may have been a bathing room in the house with soaps and scented oils, but this should work well enough for common folks like us." You tell her as you spend more time than is necessary rubbing her breasts with the rag, washing every inch of her pretty mounds several times. By the time you finish with her tits, her eyes are closed with pleasure and her face is flushed again, as bright with color as it was when she came all over your fingers. The water that you splashed repeatedly over her fine tits has completely soaked her tunic where it is held tightly to her waist by her belt.

"Let's take this off." You say gently as your hands drop to the belt buckle at her waist.