The Morning

Sophie awoke with a pounding head. Her … everything hurt. It had to be the fault of that horrible net hammock. She almost wished for a better one, then caught herself. „Of course the imperial engineers know better than a silly slut like me. Probably better hammocks would cost too much, and thus not all unowned women would get one,“ she thought.

It was then when she heard the bell ring a second time, only now understanding that the first time had woken her up. She felt movement around her, the other unowned women leaving their hammocks and making their way to the front. So she decided to do the same and follow them. When she started walking she almost tripped a couple of times, because her legs weren't quite awake yet. A few of the others had the same struggle. However, Sophie also knew that she didn't have the time for her body to recover, they all had to be out of the stable soon.

When she had made her way to the front of the room, Sophie realized that they weren't directed out through the same door she had used to enter the day before. Instead, they were herded into a room that had been closed of.

Inside it, she realized that it was a large washing room. This was something she had been told about. To prevent unowned women from spreading their diseases among the normal population, they were washed each morning. Also, otherwise the city would soon have an unpleasant smell like the room they had just slept in.

Once it was her turn, Sophie was made to stand in a large wooden vat. Outside there stood a woman clad in a protective suite covering her from head to toe, with transparent pieces above her breasts and cunt. She had several tools to her side.

The process started with the washer spraying Sophie with soap water. This was quite unpleasant, as the fluid hit her with a lot of ****. Then the washer used a padded washcloth fixed to a stick, and thoroughly scrubbed her, paying special, painful attention to her face, breasts and genitals. After that, she was once again rinsed with water, blown dry by a powerful steam powered heated fan.

Sophie then was shoved out of the vat and ushered along, through another door, leading her back to the reception room, but now on the other side of the counter. The boxes her and the other women had placed their belongings in lay strewn out on the floor. Frantically she searched for hers, fearing that one of the other bitches had taken her stuff already.

But to her great relief, Sophie found her own box and all her belongings were still there. She quickly redressed, slipping into her shoes, applying her belt (with her bag) and hanging the skirt from the belt hooks. Then she was unceremoniously **** out onto the street. It was colder than the evening before, which felt even worse as Sophie had almost acclimated to the overly warm temperature of the stable.

Now that she was back on the streets, and had a full time to spend, Sophie was determined to do anything to find an owner. The night had once more shown her that she needed one.