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Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large hut in the northeast corner for thralls to rest==
and says to ALL: ~The thrall hut was filthy, of course. The other thralls had left for the day, and i took the opportunity to take the furs out of the hut, one by one, and hang them over a horizontal pole and beat them with a switch, raising huge clouds of dust as i did so. Realizing that i was becoming dusty and dirty in the process, i stripped off my leather loincloth, nude now except for my collar, and tossed the loincloth a short distance away so it would not become grimy. As i shook and beat each fur until it was free of dust and dirt, i left them hanging outside to air out on a long horizontal pole i had seen used for this purpose. i would return them to the hut that evening. They smelled of male scent, of sweat, of slavery, and i was now covered in dirt, my hair matted. ~
needle{PClaw}
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large hut in the northeast corner for thralls to rest==
and says to ALL: ~Wanting to finish this task before i bathed, i crept into the hut, my muscles and tendons briefly outlined with my crouching posture. i dropped to my knees on the hut floor, unconscious of dignity or shame, and crawled about on all fours, gathering up debris and carrying it in a small basket out of the hut and dumping it into a trash bin. i made several trips this way, unself-conscious of my nudity or the humility of my labor, and finally---the thrall hut was clean. For the first time in months, i suspected. It would now be easier for the thralls to keep themselves clean so that their bodies did not offend their owners.~
needle{PClaw}
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large hut in the northeast corner for thralls to rest==
and says to ALL: ~Satisfied with the result, and privately pleased my sleeping quarters would be more tolerable, i stretched my entire body, reaching my fists up toward the sky, standing briefly up on my toes, arching my back, my buttocks clenched with the effort and my calves and hamstrings taut, every muscle outlined with my reach. i tipped my head back, rotating it slowly to ease the kinks out, the steel turian-style collar, still bearing the mark of my former owner, falling heavily back against my windpipe as i tiled my chin up and back. i exhaled with pleasurable exhausation, then settled back into normal standing posture, and walked over to a bathing area for slaves--a simple bucket and well, and poured cold water over myself, scrubbing with a rough cloth left there for that purpose. After my body had dried, i returned to where my loincloth lay, and tied it around my waist once again.~
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