The Bird and the Bucket

Well, I suppose you already know me, don't you? No? Of me then? Possibly. And if you only know of me, then you are probably just a little confused as to who I am, or at least interested, or at least bored enough to allow me to introduce myself.

But where would the fun be if I just spoke through this all? So I shall tell you that my name is, Abby, and let you witness the rest first hand. Shall we start from the beginning? Why not, we started in the middle last time. Next time we might even start at the end. Or maybe this is the end? You can judge that.

It all started for me a few months after my 18th birthday...

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The bird and the scarlet worm.

The sun was hidden behind the melancholy grey clouds that lay draped over the sky for all of the wet season, and most of the dry season.

Suffice to say the lush green grass that grew over the hilly landscape around small wooden shacks, large crop fields, and the towering oak tree forests isn't usually the driest place to sit.

Despite that fact a small framed girl draped in a grass stained grey tunic and similarly grass stained brown pants was lying on top of a small hill under a tree, her dull orange hair framing a freckled pale face set with high strong cheekbones and an almost-angular jawline.

Her skinny arms were stained with dirt and held behind her head as she lay down, her bare toes squirming in the long grass whilst her moss green eyes stared aimlessly at a small brown and black spotted bird high in the branches.

The bird for its part stared back, bright yellow eyes shining with intelligence whilst its elongated talons idly scratched at its perch and its long black tail feathers twitched in the wind.

She shifted her left hand to hold it up towards the bird, her index finger curled inwards as a supposedly tempting perch before she pursed her thin lips together and began whistling a slow, lilting song that echoed around the large oak.

The bird swayed side to side slowly at the melody before jumping off the branch, its wings held wide to reveal large mottled purple and blue circles at the base of each flight feather as it slowly fluttered down to rest with claws gripped lightly around the girls' finger.

She simply let the small creature sit there as she pushed herself up with her right hand so she could look closely into its golden eyes with deep intrigue, the bird returned her stare for a few seconds before pecking at her bottom lip hard, drawing a few small droplets of blood and hastily fluttering off into the grey sky.

The girl didn't seem to mind the peck much and simply used the back of her newly freed left hand to wipe off the small scarlet mess, staining her sun-reddened skin with a dark sanguine smear.

Ignoring the small streak of blood she lifts herself up onto her feet and begins walking down towards the dirt road, turning sharply left to begin her slow march home.

The second seed: Lust and Anger.

The girl had returned to the wooden shack she called home to a slight surprise, after opening the flimsy door that acted as the portal to the main room that held a small fireplace against the far wall, with a metal cooking pot hanging over it, next to the fireplace in the far right corner was her bed-made of squashed down grass in a large sack, on the left wall near the front door were two doors, one led to the storeroom where they held grains, rice, dough and various salted meats.

The other room was her older sister, Lace's room, and the surprise. Two fold surprise actually, the first was that the usual bare wooden walls were draped in large velvet rugs, her usual grass-beaten bed was now replaced by a multitude of black silken fabric piled on top of each other, in fact her whole room looked like it had been refurnished by a carpet spewing cow.

The second was that pressed against a particularly tall pile of purple rugs was her sister, legs spread wide and fast asleep with both hands cupping her shaven pussy, her flawless ivory skin shimmering with droplets of sweat that plastered her raven black hair to the side of her face and kept her pink nipples hard in the cold air, her D cups bouncing softly with each panting breath.

Normally Abby would simply just close the door and go off to bed to wait for her to wake up, but two factors swayed her judgement, the first was a lingering smell of bitter spices that wafted from the room and stirred a deep longing within the orange haired girl.

The second was that over the last few months her sister's sexual appetite had grown annoyingly large, more often than not Abby would wake up with her pussy smothering her face, and due to an obvious strength difference she really had no choice other than to lick or wait for her to be done.

With lust born from the odd smell and justification granted by past actions Abby stole stealthily over the floor layered with rugs, her pants discarded in a swift movement by the door.

She stood with her legs on either side of Lace's thighs, her shaven pussy less than a hairs breadth from the raven haired girls lips, the sweet musk overruling the arousing scent and stirring her from her slumber slightly.

Without giving her a chance to awaken fully Abby gently thrusts her hips forwards, letting her delicate folds squash against Lace's lips whilst her nose teases her clit unintentionally, causing Abby to moan softly and Lace to awaken further.

Awoken to the feel and scent of pussy pressed against her mouth, Lace parts her plump lips slightly allowing her tongue to tease just under the inner edges of the pussy before exploring deep down along the inner walls with probing curls and flicks.

Her sisters' reaction spurs Abby to begin grinding up against her face, causing her nose to repeatedly rub against the small, stiff pleasure nub, coaxing long, drawn out moans of ecstasy from the younger sister.

The grinding and moaning urges Lace to begin hurrying with her attentions, her tongue eagerly lapping and curling against the girls inner walls, stretching them slightly before pulling back to lightly flick the sensitive flesh.

This would continue for a long two minutes before Abby, with a movement born of orgasmic need would lower her hands to grip onto the sides of her sisters head, simultaneously pushing her hips forward to literally bury the older sisters face in her pussy moments before screaming out in orgasmic pleasure, her pussy squeezing around her tongue whilst flooding the lower half of her face with warm, sweet liquid.

The sudden wetness leaking down her jawline and neck awakens her fully, coaxing her into looking up into the panting vision of her younger sister, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes closed peacefully.

This visage caused her to leap up in a fit of rage, using both hands to push the small framed girl onto the rugs, the motion causing small chunks of hair to be pulled out from the side of her head thanks to Abby's orgasmic grip.

Abby simply stares up whimpering, the release releasing the clouds from her mind, replacing lust with fear at the sight of her sister standing up over her, naked body shimmering with sweat, her own liquid dripping down onto the rugs and her sister's chest from her lips and jawline, giving her scowling features an odd air.

Lace grips the top of Abby's head, ripping out hair as she literally throws the small girl out into the large living room, Abby grabs onto a thin white piece of silken rug; embroidered with pictures of fantastical landscapes and underlined with black squiggles.

"You fucking perverted little... Ugh!! Just go! NOW!" Lace screamed with rage, and slammed her door in Abby's face, giving her no chance to retort.

With submissiveness deeply rooted in her psyche she doesn't question the order, instead simply puts her pants back on, dampening the crotch with a mixture of fem-cum and saliva, and drapes the white silk over her shoulders before making her way back out into the cold night.

Murder! Murder and tapestry!

Abby trudged along the large dirt roads, finding her way by pale moonlight, the thin silk providing little warmth in the icy winds.

She would continue like this; eyes fixed ahead of her following deep impressions in the dirt made by a horse drawn carriage, the darkness of the forest around her narrowing her perception of reality until a sudden brightness lights up the dirt under her.

This coaxes her to look up into the face of a broad faced guard with a tussled mess of auburn hair, his nose lumpy from previous breaks, his grizzled jawline covered with a fine line of dark brown hair and his blue eyes framed by purple shadows.

He was draped in dulled chainmail that refused to reflect the light of the torch he held in his right hand, but reflected brightly of the hilt of his sword poking from a leather scabbard at his waist.

He looked down at the small girl with a look of disdain that quickly shifted into surprise, and then anger.

Abby was too slow to register these emotions, and was taken wholly by surprise when he backhanded her with his left hand, sending her cascading onto her side into a ditch by the side of the road, her left cheek was stinging badly, and her shoulder and her right arm were badly grazed and bruised.

"I found the evil wretch!' The guard hollered in a deep, booming voice to invisible companions.

His invisible companions soon showed themselves, circling Abby in her awkward position in the ditch with her legs still on the upper ground of the dirt path.

One of the guards, dressed in a red tunic over gleaming chainmail lent over her and grabbed the white silk that was crumbled at her side, holding it up to the torchlight before shaking his head slowly, a look of sadness in his eyes that shifted to regret when he looks down at the crumpled, young girl.

"Help her up, make sure she's not in need of medical treatment, and be wary of concealed weapons." His voice was tinged with the sadness shown in his brown eyes.

Weapons? Who carries weapons this far out? Is this about the silk I took from Lace?

Abby's thoughts were racing as she was lifted into the air by the base of her left arm, this close up she could see only the initial guard and the semi-kind one had their faces bare, the rest were wearing masks of copper that only showed shadows where their eyes were and hid their hair and neck with black silk.

The red tunic wearing guard held her left hand up into the light, his grip was kind and allowed Abby to make out the features of his face, his eyes were sunken but shone with intelligence, his close cropped black hair balding, but he was surprisingly handsome, broad curved jawline and high, strong cheekbones fit in with his broad, muscled frame.

He looked down at the dried blood wiped from her lip and staining her pink tinged hand, he then looked up at the first guard and uttered a few coarse words in an unknown language before looking back at the girl with a look of sadness and suspicion

"My name is, Leon. I'm of the imperial guard, where were you this afternoon?" His voice was stern but not unkind.

"I was outside under a tree, near my home." Abby replied meekly, her eyes focused on the steel shoes of the guard.

"Do you have anyone willing to back your statement?" It was the original guard, his voice hoarse and gruff.

"My sister, Lace-she would have been able to see me." Abby knew this was a lie, but was hoping she would back her up.

"Where did you obtain this tapestry?" it was Leon again, the kindness still in his voice.

"Tape-.. The silk? It was in my sisters' room when I got home." Abby had panic tinged in her voice by this point, she knew something was amiss.

"Does she have many of these items?" it was a faceless guard, his voice echoed and muffled by his mask.

"No..." Abby was now on full alert, her brain jumping at any plausible conclusion.

Maybe they just like the style and want to know where she got it from?

"Do you realize this is stolen property?" Leon again, his kind voice shifting into one of suspect.

Crap.

"No, sir... But I'm sure she didn't know either!" Abby was now pulling away from the guards, her face warped into one of panic, cold beads of sweat rolling down her face.

"She isn't the one on question. This was stolen from a courier on his way to the palace, he was killed early today." Leon's grip was iron around her wrist, his words gaining a similar metallic quality.

Abby's thoughts froze, she was unable to move, and in her silence Leon continued.

"Do you realize you have blood on your hand?"

"Y-yes, it was from a bird! It pecked my lip, and I wiped it off!" Abby was clutching at a life saver, she knew the wound in her lip would prove this.

"Then where is the wound?" Leon was shaking his head by this point, and instead of waiting for an answer simply continued with another question.

"Will you take us to your house..?"

"Abby! My name is Abby! And yes, it's just a few minutes' walk from here"

Abby begun leading them back to her home after this admission, the guards speaking quietly amongst themselves and her hands gripped uncomfortably behind her back.

When they had finally reached the house, a masked guard opened it to a scene of normality, Lace was standing by the cooking pot stirring an unseen stew, her hair damp and body coated with a thin sheen of what could be oil or fat.

She looked up at the new appearances with an inquisitive glare, but her eyes lingered when they passed over Abby

"Sorry for the intrusion, but do you know this girl?" it was a masked guard that spoke and held Abby in the forefront of the group.

"No, should I?" Lace's response was casual, and caused icy fingers to dig deep into Abby's heart, coaxing silent tears to leak down her cheeks, and her throat to close up painfully

Lace... Was what I did that bad?

"She claims to be your sister, are you sure you don't know her? If you say no she will go away under some serious charges," it was Leon, his voice layered with concern.

"Sorry, but no," Lace's reply was curt and without emotion, sending even more icy shards to lodge into Abby's heart.

"We will conduct a small search then leave, sorry for the intrusion Ma'am." Even as Leon spoke the masked guards began searching the storeroom, and the suddenly empty room of her sister.

The room devoid of carpets sent a wave of nausea to wash over Abby, causing her muscles to go slack. She would have collapsed onto the ground if not for the fact the masked guard behind her kept her up, seeming impassive at the drops of tears dampening the wooden floor.

After the search was complete they left, Abby being dragged along in her limp state, tears flooding down her cheeks but her visage silent and her whole body numb.

The welcoming committee.

Abby was dragged without resistance through a cobbled street, her vision fixated on her feet, not allowing any of the large sun burnt yellow square houses to enter her vision.

When she was dragged down a grey stone corridor that seemed to appear out of nowhere she looked up dazed. She saw numerous unmasked guards sitting around large tables, or laying in beds, wearing little more than red tunics and black pants.

She was led through this room without comment and through a large, solid metal door before being thrown into the corner of a room walled with numerous steel bars which allowed her to see the three guards sitting around a table near the doorway, and the numerous other cells filled with bodies that although obviously undernourished were well groomed, long hair plaited and combed, pale skin well cleaned.

The entire place smelt like a well-tended bathhouse.

Her arrival was met with a few stares, but no comments. The guard that led her into it rested a hand comfortingly on her shoulder; it was Leon, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to argue your case to the Judges, but you have to understand the evidence is quite overwhelming."

Abby's eyes filled with tears at this and she screamed out in anguish, "I'm not guilty! I didn't do anything, I swear!"

This outburst was followed by deep sobbing as she fell to her knees, her hands covering her face. Leon simply sighed heavily and walked out, locking her cell door behind him.

She fell asleep crying and woke up crouched over like a turtle, her knees and back were sore and her eyes swollen, she tentatively straightened up, stretching out her back before looking around at her surroundings.

Pressed against the wall of her cell near the cell doors rested a large, wooden tub with slowly steaming water, next to it lay a coarse horse hair brush, a small reed with bristled tips and two types of soap, one pink and one cream.

Abby felt perplexed by this and looked over at the other cells; her in-mates were as clean as they were when she first came in so she assumed they had bathed.

Am I meant to bathe too? In front of all these people?

Her suspicions were confirmed as one of the guards for the night post walked past and told her in a sympathetic tone before leaving.

"Sorry lass, I'm afraid we don't have any private cell blocks for females, and the day-shift really doesn't look kindly upon ill hygiene."

Not wanting to bathe in front of any more people, or suffer the wrath of the guards she wasted little time in stripping off her grass and dirt stained clothes.

She dropped into the bath instantly after stripping, letting her perky B cups sink under the warm water, her pink areolas visible from under the water.

She leant over the side of the tub and picked up the reed brush and the white soap, quickly dunking both under the water to lather the tip with the soap before using it to brush her teeth, the taste oddly pleasant.

After this she left the wet tools by the bath and picked up the pink soap and horse hair brush, similarly wetting it before brushing over her face and back, then the rest of her body until she smelt like lavender and her skin shone with an oiled texture.

When done and the tools were lying by the bath she kneeled up and looked around her cell, a small frown crossing her features before she looked up at the man in the neighbouring cell.

"Do we get given new clothes?" She asked in a slightly perplexed voice.

The answer was a small nod from the pale, leanly muscled individual; he had grey hair combed down his back and along his chest that framed an angular, handsome face and dull green eyes that held a deep sorrow.

He held up an open palmed hand in a gesture of patience and sat down against the wall of his cell, eyes closed.

Abby had no choice but to wait so she sunk into the tub, thoughts racing with unforseen possibilities.

Her thoughts were silenced as three guards came in, each tall and well-built with broad jawlines and strong cheekbones.

They looked like they could be related if not for the fact the one in the middle had skin the colour of polished oak, whilst the other two were of a sun kissed white, the white men had eyes of sparkling blue and shoulder length hair of copper whilst the dark skinned man had short cropped raven black hair and piercing brown eyes.

She stared at the men with growing embarrassment and a darkening blush.

Each one wore long red tunics and held a short-sword sheathed by their sides, but none seemed to have any spare clothes for her.

"Aye! Look what we have here, fresh meat! What do you think Teo?" It was one of the fair skinned men.

"Too pale for my tastes, and look at her breasts! You have bigger ones Meren" The dark skinned man named Teo answered and slapped the first mans' well-muscled chest with his right hand as if to emphasize his point.

Meren simply pushed the hand away with his left and walked towards the cell, stooping over to look Abby in the eyes, the closeness causing her to shy away into the water.