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A Bird in the Hand. | Acorn142 | 9

 

You look at your prize, bound and gagged on the horse. Now that you are in the safety of your own home, you can afford to loosen his bonds and begin to get better acquainted. But first things first.... He needs a bath. Two days of horseback riding have made him somewhat indistinguishable from the horse, at least as far as your nose is concerned.

You summon two more of your servants and direct that the doctor be cleaned up and made more presentable. As you retrieve some of your things from your saddle bags, you see your three servants lift you captive off the saddle and begin to heft him into your home.

"Wait a minute," you say, causing them to stop where they are. "Our new guest is a little ripe. Remove his clothing out here and burn it. No sense getting the house untidy unnecessarily."

You servants grin at the prospect. Two of your servants started their association with you in much this same way, and you are pleased that they soon became willing members of your household. Not all of your captives had such a pliable spirit, of course, but you hope this doctor will prove to be worth your effort.

Telmude, the most muscular of your servants, pulled out a large, razor-sharp knife. The doctor's eyes grew large at the sight of it. Telmude grinned sinisterly, and wiped the flat of the blade against the captive's cheeks before turning it's edge against the buttons of the doctor's shirt. As the shirt began to fall open, you looked appreciatively at his nicely-toned chest and abs. Hairless, his torso showed every indication of someone who was conscientious about his physical condition.

Turning his attention to the doctor's pants, Telmude began cutting them off, strip by strip. Finally cutting the last of the clothing away, Telmude also cut the bonds to the captive's wrists and ankles. You gaze at your captive now as he stands there, held by your servants. Completely naked except for his gag, he is a stunning physical specimen.

Your servants appreciate the sight as well. They look to you, questioningly, wondering how much liberty they may take as they carry out your orders to get the captive cleaned up.


 

What do you tell them?

 
 
 

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