The room was dimly lit, almost dark as the old fuck slave laid Tamika out on the battered wooden table. The older woman walked with a pronounced limp, complements of a badly healed broken hip some long time ago earned during a public flogging at the farm for some minor disobedience. Old Caroline had been beaten many times for her disobedience, and at nearly 40, she was an ancient piece of fuck meat, no longer even considered a fuck pig like the young woman she had just rolled on the table from the old cart she had used to transport her from the wooden horse upon which Tamika had been transfixed.
Since it was now Caroline’s job to remove the dead and to feed them to the waiting hogs, no one seemed to care that she had pulled one more dead breeding sow off the line or recovered a corpse from some punishment rack. Such was the case today with Tamika, or 71 as she was also known. But Tamika wasn’t dead, not yet anyway.
The young woman’s skin was badly sunburned and her cunt lips and thighs stained with dried blood. Still unaware of her surroundings, the girl only moaned softly at her harsh handling as she was moved and barely reacted as Caroline carefully and slowly began to clean her naked body. First the older woman used a soft cloth, warm water and mild soap. She was experienced in dealing with those fresh from the torture racks, alive or dead, and the old woman knew for her own personal experience, marked by the many scars as she was, on what felt good or helped after the long torture sessions.
After washing the girl’s body from head to toe with the damp wet cloth, she rinsed it out in a nearby sink and brought it back wet to rinse the soapy water away. It took several trips to the sink and back to do the work right. Afterwards, she brought a small tub and placed it on a tall stool just above Tamika’s head. The tub was full of warm water as well, and she slowly and methodically used the water and a small bottle of hoarded shampoo to clean the girl’s hair. Once the sweat, oil, and dirt was removed from the young fuck pig’s hair, Caroline replaced the water in the tub and rinsed Tamika’s hair clean as well, then dried it with a soft towel stolen from the Master’s quarters.
Pulling a bottle of fragrant oil from a hidden place under the table, Caroline began rubbing the jasmine scented syrup over and into Tamika’s body, soothing the aches away and reducing the pain from the sunburned skin. She rolled the girl on her side even, massaging her front and back. Caroline was an excellent masseuse, well practiced over the years of serving the breeding masters or suffering the painful consequences of not satisfying her brutal owners.
The girl’s once ragged breathing had returned to normal and the old woman put her supplies away carefully as she watched the girl rest. Once everything was put away, the older woman, naked and chained herself like all the fuck pigs and slaves on the farm, crawled onto the table between Tamika’s legs. Pushing her thighs apart, Caroline used her fingers to open Tamika’s ravaged cunt so the older slave’s lips and tongue could taste the nectar within. Everything the old woman had done was a death sentence anyway, but at her age she was beyond caring. Instead, she just wanted to enjoy the moment, and she slipped her snake like tongue into the quietly breathing woman’s damp slit, sighing contentedly to herself as she did so
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