Golden General: Plaything of the Traitor Company - Part 2
Eucher
posted: 2016-10-02
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STORY CONTEST ENTRY: This story was submitted as an entry in the Naked Blades June 2016 Story Contest. To find out more about the Story Contests, visit the Writer's Salon in the Tavern of the Broken Axe.
STORY CONTEST PROMPT: Uncontrollable Desire, Bathing in front of interested onlookers
DESCRIPTION: Laurana the Golden General is betrayed and taken captive by a mercenary company which fought on her side during the War of the Lance.
TAGS: MMM+F, NonConenstual
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Sincerest apologies to Weis and Hickman
WARNING: This story is for readers over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction for the sole purpose of enjoyment within the adult and mature community. The scenario and situations within are purely fantastical and imaginary in nature for the pleasure of consenting adults. In no way do I advocate the treatments illustrated herein against any real person. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1 • Chapter 2
Golden General: Plaything of the Traitor Company - Part 2
They had stripped the captive Golden General leaving her utterly naked. They had made the big titted elf slut clasps her hands behind her head, and kneel with her thighs spread leaving her sopping wet pussy exposed to the chill of early spring air. After what had happened to her last night she had not put up much resistance. The men of the traitor company had played with her all morning, fondling her well endowed breasts, sucking on her stiff nipples, and playing with her lush pear shaped ass. She had sucked their cocks without protest, almost eagerly swallowing or bearing their seed when sprayed on her face or heaving breasts. She had even endured their hands on her twat, submitting to their pawing palms, and letting them finger fuck her golden furred snatch with the dark damp patch on the ground between her spread thighs testimony to her squirting climaxes.
Currently Corp was kneeling behind her, one hand holding onto her clasped hands, while his other had pushed two fingers up the haughty elf woman's asshole. Despite her protests, the captive elf princess was dutifully pumping her hips up and down on his up thrust digits, impaling her tight hole on his fingers, all the while sobbing in humiliation.
The golden haired elfess undulated, her heavenly mammary mounds bobbing like heavy water filled sacks, as she humped her ass on the corporal's hand. Her nude skin was flushed red glistening with sweat despite the cold, and her pussy dripped with her juices.
"Alright you louts, finish up," The second in command said as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of the Golden General's ass. The two men still standing around with their cocks hovering around their erstwhile lady commander's face hurriedly pumped their rigid members into her gasping mouth.
There was no ceremony just a frenzy as the two men scrambled to ram their cocks alternately down the elf woman's waiting mouth. The Qualinesti gagged and gurgled as the turgid shafts drove deep down her throat.
"Ten…nine…eight…," Corp had to keep from laughing as the two men furiously tried to finish off, "seven...six…five…." One of the soldiers threw away any pretense of sharing the compliant elven mouth as he made one final thrust with his cock down the elf woman's throat and held onto her golden tresses, pumping his seed into her gullet. The Corp felt the elf woman strain against the invading meat, her body stiffened and her sphincter clamped tight against his fingers.
"Four…three…two…," unable to pry the throat humper away, his luckless associate had to contend with pumping himself to climax and shot his load onto their former general's upturned face.
"One." With satisfied groans and sighs of relief the two men finished up. The elf woman made a loud gurgle when the throat humper pulled his flaccid cock from the elf woman's throat. The naked elfess gagged and hecked up dollops of cum, while more of the viscous white jizz dribbled down her nose and cheek.
Barely giving the elf woman time to recover, Corp pulled his fingers out from her ass hole and gave the bare globes of her ass a couple of swift smacks.
"Time for you to sit and accept my flag pole salute, General." The corporal said. Laurana moaned a protest but she propped herself up on her haunches to accommodate the lean corporal.
The Corp spread the taut naked cheeks of the captive elf woman's ass to aim his cock against her puckered star.
Laurana whimpered as the rigid cock head pushed against the tight entrance of her back hole. The Corp's member had swollen to its full thickness, the knob hard and she could feel the heat from its tip on her puckered ring.
The once proud Golden General found herself shaking uncontrollably as panic overtook her, the fear of the impending assault on her sensitive hole robbing the last shreds of composure she had left.
"Well, look at this slut. Shaking like some scared virgin. Like she'd never taken a cock up her ass before," the corporal called out. "Heh! Don't tell me the great glorious Golden General who had faced down armies of dragons is afraid of a lone one-eyed trouser snake."
"Mebbe she's shakin' wiv anticipation," Eaton replied grinning widely in amusement.
The naked elf woman almost bolted out of Corp's grasp when she heard Eaton's voice. The corporal had to wrap one arm around her waist to pull her back onto his cock.
"Aww Sarge," whined the corporal as he struggled to calm the elf woman down, "wish you wouldn't have done that. Now her arse is going to be too tight from the fright you gave her."
The men – still milling around to watch their once proud Golden General take it up the ass – laughed at that.
"Both fightin' and fuckin' are ‘ard work, m'lad," Sergeant Eaton replied.
"Yeah, but I spent a good while training her asshole to relax," Corp grunted in reply as he pulled the whimpering elf woman and impaled her asshole on his cock. Laurana struggled, but she was too weak from the constant and thorough fucking, and could only moan as the lean corporal's shaft drove deep into her tight back hole.
Eaton patiently waited for his second in command to ram his shaft up to the hilt inside mewling elf woman's anus, enjoying the sight of Laurana's sweat slicked tits juddering with her weak struggles and the stench of sex emanating from the proud princess.
"Oh yeah," the Corp cooed in pleasure as he finally shoved his cock all the way up the captive Golden General's ass.
"Yer nice and settled there?" Eaton asked looking down at his subordinate's blissful face.
"Uhhhh…," The lean corporal let out a moan of pleasure as he slowly withdrew his cock from the captive elf woman's ass. "Yeah…sure…sarge."
"We're leavin' tomorrow," Eaton announced.
"What!?" The Corp looked up, giving his Sergeant an incredulous look.
"Yer ‘eard me," Eaton nodded solemnly. "Strap and the scoutin' party returned, they say the high passes are thawing. Dis ‘ere is as fine a time as any."
"Fine!" The Corp said as he pulled the naked elfess back onto his cock hard. Laurana let out a hoarse wail as the shaft rammed all the way into her ass. The corporal had shifted his hands onto the milky globes of the captive elf's breasts. "So…uh…l-like…we talked…about," he interspersed each word with a thrust up the elf woman's ass, he was pulling the once proud Golden General down onto his meat by her hefty tits. "Sell the cunt to the other side," he breathed out.
Eaton studied the naked, sweat drenched elf woman riding up and down on the Corp's shaft, her big breasts bouncing, all the while mewling. He was still amazed this was the Golden General, the head of their army's just days ago before his band abducted her. He tried to read her pain-filled, tear-streaked, cum-covered face to see if any glimmer of awareness remained in her. Whether she would realize they were discussing their plans for her, and that they were going to sell her to the Dragon Armies.
"Aye," Eaton finally said, finding no hint of cognizance left in the elf woman. She seemed fucked out of her mind. She looked like just another elf whore – a beautiful, voluptuous elf whore, but an elf whore nonetheless. He only hoped that there was enough of the Golden General left in her that they could sell her to the other side.
Corp had started buggering the once proud elf princess in earnest. Ramming his cock in hard and in time with pulling her down on his shaft by her tits. His groin would slam into the taut globes of her ass. "So…uh…we…break…east," he grunted out between each forceful thrust.
"No," Eaton corrected, "South."
"What!?" The Corp paused in his thrusting to look up at Eaton. Then the lean man pushed the naked elf woman onto her hands and knees. He got up on his knees, his cock poised at the elf's back hole to continue. "The Dragon Armies are to the east," the Corp said as a matter of fact before pounding into the elf woman's awaiting orifice.
"Aye, but wut's between us and them?" Eaton asked. "Two front lines, wiv pickets, patrols, and all the attenshun' we don't want," the sergeant answered his own question as his subordinate was too busy fondling the Golden General's heavily hanging tits, and ramming his cock into the proud princess's asshole.
The Corp grunted, and thrust with the power of his hips. His balls slammed into her golden muff. His hands kneaded and squeezed the dangling globes of her magnificent tits. The feeling of the elf woman's tight hole wrapped around his cock was too much.
With one last thrust, the wiry corporal rammed the entire length of his cock into the elf woman's ass. He held onto the once proud Golden General by her tits as he shot his load into the depths of her warm back hole.
After he emptied his sack, he withdrew his pulsating cock with a satisfied groan. He then compelled the naked elf woman to turn towards him with swift slaps to her bare ass. Once her face was mere inches from his juice covered cock, he slapped her cheeks with his member until she opened her mouth.
"Suck it clean, slut." He ordered while grabbing the elfess by her golden tresses and forcing her mouth down onto his cock.
Wet sucking sounds filled the cavern as Laurana dutifully sucked the Corp's cock clean.
"So we're heading South?" The Corp finally asked as he rode out the blissful attention from his erstwhile commander.
"Aye," Eaton nodded enjoying the view of the Golden General's upturned naked ass which was now pointed towards him as she went down on the corporal's cock. "Almost no patrols, and very li'l pickets. And Strap found a ravine wiv some rock outcropping' and tree line, good way to hide from the dragons. And yer can be sure-as-sure they'd be lookin' fer this bitch wiv their dragons. Her cunt is too precious for them to lose."
"Ahhh," Corp let out a final groan of satisfaction as his cock plopped out of Laurana's mouth. "Then hook east after? Brilliant Sarge."
"What about the matter of selling her," Corp continued retying his pants, "doubt we can put her up on an auction block?"
"No," Eaton said, "she'll earn more for who she is than what she is."
"And what's that Sarge?" Corp asked, knowing the answer.
"A big titted elf whore," and both of them laughed. "But we can't just march in wiv a naked elf cunt claimin' to be the Golden General, and expect them to believe it. Also got to make sure they don't just grab her ass and leave us out in the cold."
"Aye, I hear you." The Corp got up to his feet, leaving the captive elf woman to collapse and draw herself into a ball.
"So we ‘ave to make contact and be cautious." Eaton said stroking his chin in thought.
"How do you suppose we do that?" The Corp asked.
"A few days South, then hook East, supposin' we cross the front lines after a few more days. After that, we lay low in a village somewhere, or a farmstead. We send a small party to make contact and negotiate, while the rest of us wait."
"And scrog the Golden General while we wait for that wagon load of steel for her ransom," the Corp concluded with a grin.
"Aye lad, that we'll do." Eaton returned his corporal's grin, then turned to the assembled men of the traitorous company. "Yer ‘eard me lads? We are makin' fer the enemy lines – soon to be our good friends after we dangle the Golden General's naked titties ‘afore them. They'll win the war, we'll be rollin' in coin livin' like kings, and dis ‘ere slut will be on her back takin' draco cock up her cunny by the regiment."
"So, everyone gets what they want most, eh, Sarge?" One of the soldiers quipped and the cavern resounded in raucous laughter.
"Aye lad," Eaton said after the laughter died down. "So since we be headin' out tomorrow, I want yer boys to get a goodnight sleep…," Eaton looked around at the sudden disappointment in his men's face and knew he had them, "after yer give this slut a good shaggin' that is."
The men cheered.
"Wait…boys…wait," Eaton held up a hand halting some of the randier men in place who were reaching out to grab the prone Golden General. "I know some of yer were grumblin' that we selfishly keep her ass to ourselves. Well fer tonight the ban is lifted, and yer all can take her Whoreness up her ass!"
The band of traitors roared out a cheer and descended on their helpless erstwhile commander. Eaton smiled, he knew how to win over his men, and it was just that easy to sway his men to make a dangerous trek across the battle lines of two warring sides.
Laurana screamed as hands seized her by her ankles and dragged her feet first into the crowd of hooting and jeering men. Her heavy mammaries, trapped underneath her, slid against the rough cavern floor. Before she could manage to relieve the pressure on her trapped tits, her struggling legs were being pried apart, her ass was spread, and a cock had rammed into her sore anus. Laurana howled in pain, and her hands flailed out to beat and punch the encroaching crowd of riotous traitors. Her flailing fists were seized, and someone shoved his turgid thick veined member down her mouth and plugged up her wailing. Hands grabbed her breasts, mauling her dangling tits, and squeezing the milky globes. Other hands shoved between her silken thighs to paw her pussy, palms pressed against her vulva, fingers stroking her cunt, some cruelly tugging at her glistening golden short hairs. All the while her ass was pounded with a thick shaft pumping pass her stretched sphincter.
The Golden General, naked and sweat drenched, was being spit roasted between two impaling cocks, while other hands piled on abuse and humiliation on her lush curvaceous body. Her struggles became feeble then stopped all together. Her moans of protest turned to pleasure, and soon she was coming, squirting out climaxes.
The Boy watched all this, sitting in his dark corner. They called him the Boy or runt, or other names far less flattering and far more insulting. By his own reckoning though, he was well passed his eighteenth winter, maybe even his twentieth year, but he was small and thin, a runt. He and his mother were originally captives taken in some border dispute by the company years ago, but eventually they were absorbed into the throng of camp followers that naturally formed around mercenary bands. It wasn't so much a choice as it was just how things were, driven by necessity. His mother perished only after a few years, leaving him to grow up with the camp followers. There were other boys like him, and eventually they would join the company as full recruits and if they survived would become company soldiers. Some of the boys he knew in childhood were in the company, a few had already died against fighting the Dragonarmies in their first battles, a couple of them fortunate enough to survive were now taking their turns fucking the Golden General. A fact he resented, because it wasn't the same for him. He maybe old enough, but he was a runt, and he didn't get to fight. And in this Company, if a man wasn't a fighting man, he wasn't a man at all, but a boy.
The Boy tried to join the Company, but he was not recruited. The only reason he still accompanied them was because they needed a drummer boy and someone to do the chores – like fetch supplies, cook food, mend and wash clothing – duties the usual camp followers fulfilled if they had been allowed to follow the White Stone army. But one of the Golden General's recent edicts – one of the ones that made her unpopular – forbade camp followers from accompanying the White Stone forces – that meant mostly non-combatant women. A decision that made sense from a tactical and strategic standpoint. An army unburdened by camp followers and baggage was able to move faster, maneuver quicker, and placed less burden on the supplies needed. This was probably the reason why the Golden General and the White Stone Army had won such swift spectacular victories. However, that denied support and small comforts that the mercenary companies, especially the veteran companies, were used to – essential things like cooks, seamstresses, washers, and whores – most especially whores. It fell on those in the lower rungs of these companies to fulfill some of these duties, but not all of it could be fulfilled by recruits and runts. Some of the mercenaries were not above buggering a drummer boy, but they made poor substitutes for professional prostitutes.
"An army marches on its stomach," was a popular adage Eaton liked to repeat, "and mercenary companies march on coins and cunny." The boy was sure it was a fact the Golden General regretted not knowing when she issued the edict. And she was presently finding out the hard way taking three cocks at a time as the soldiers used her to cure their case of the blue balls.
Here he was, just a "boy", a pair of eyes on a sack of almost uncontrollable desire watching the object of his lust stripped naked and gang fucked daily. Sure he got to clean her, but wasn't permitted to fuck her.
Ever since he had gazed upon her parading through the liberated city of Kalaman, he had been infatuated the Golden General. He could think of nothing else but about her. At first his thoughts have been heroic and romantic, fantasizing that he'd impress her with his skills as her champion, or rescue her from the hands of her enemies, and she would fall in love with him. However, he soon had to face the reality that as a lowly drummer boy and a stable hand he could never get near her, nor was he able to pursue the faint hope of becoming associated with her as his runty body prevented him from joining the White Stone forces. Unable to fulfill his desires his thoughts turned darker and his fantasies grew more sinister. He began imagining her naked, heavy tits, shapely hips, and a hairless cunny as bald as a girl's mound or so he had heard others say of elven women. Then in these images she would be doing things, carnal things. At first her activities were tame, stroking herself demurely, lying invitingly, or proffering her bottom, but as his obsession for her grew she was participating in more debased things and soon she was a play thing for beasts. Then he started thinking that she was a wanton slut, and that she was using her feminine wiles to control her soldiers. Sitting down with her commanders and then servicing them, fucking a dozen soldiers a night. Whatever his thoughts of her could not prepare him for the degradation she had been put through, and he was relegated to the sidelines watching.
Even now as she rode on a soldier's lap with her legs splayed wide and her cunt lewdly exposed, the man's cock up her ass, her eyes seemed to lull towards his dark corner, the green eyes seemingly seeking him out.
Laurana laid on her sides with her slender arms wrapped around her mauled breasts and her shapely legs drawn up. She groaned and spat out spittle laced with dollops of cum. She feared she would never rid her mouth of the taste of cock and cum. She was in pain, and her ass felt like it had been split apart.
She wanted nothing more than exhausted sleep to take her into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness, but a part of her mind recalled the conversation between her captors. She was to be taken across opposing lines to be presented to her enemies, the Dragon Armies, as a war prize. Her capture would be more than a morale coup, it would bring about the fall of the White Stone forces and the only hope left for the free peoples of Ansalon. The secrets she knew would alone be enough to destroy her forces, and as much as she wanted to believe she would die rather than reveal any of it to her captors, she knew that was wishful thinking. She knew they would drag it out of her, the cruelties of the Dragon Highlords were far worse than what she was enduring with the traitor company. She knew she had to escape, but a plan eluded her. The mercenary band that betrayed her was tightly knit, and their resentment of her had turned to hate. The only weak link she could see was the Boy, a ragamuffin the company treated little better than a pack mule. They hadn't allowed him to mount her, and she had caught him staring at her, always.
Perhaps if she could get him on her side, she may have a slim chance she thought before the comforting darkness of sleep enfolded her.
"Boy, get this bitch out of here," the Corp commanded, "secure her for the night." The Corp turned to the panting treacherous troop, "those of you on sentry duty, you know who you are, get to it. The rest of you, finish packing for the march, and get some rest."
The Boy took hold of the naked sprawled out Golden General. There wasn't a spot on her left large enough for his hand to take hold that wasn't already cover with cum. He fought down his revulsion and dragged the elf woman towards the straw strewn spot where she was usually tied up when the company wasn't using her. He found her to be light despite her voluptuous body, and the fact that she was taller than him. She was reeking of sex and semen, which meant he would have to clean her.
He rolled the naked big breasted Golden General onto her back atop the threadbare blanket spread over the hay. The mounds of her mammaries sprung up and quivered, her milk sacks undulated up and down mesmerizingly with the rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
The Boy tied each of the elf woman's wrists to her own ankles on the corresponding side. This forced her legs to fold and brought her knees up, but most importantly it left her thighs parted.
He stared for long moments at the Golden General's bared naked crotch, his eyes devouring every square inch of the vista offered up between Laurana's lewdly splayed thighs, feasting on the panorama of her exquisite mound, her bruised nether lips glistening wet, the petals parted with globs of cum dribbling out.
He had to tear himself away from the sight or risk punishment from the Corp. As his gaze shifted he was surprised to see the elf woman was awake and her eyes were staring back at him.
The Boy was flustered and angry the elfess had caught him in the act of such intimate contemplation, gazing at her crotch. He ground his teeth and refused to look at her as he got out the wet rag for cleaning. He roughly, perfunctorily began cleaning her gleaming breasts with the water soaked cloth, all the while sensing her luminous almond shaped eyes on him. He wiped away the sticky globs on her magnificent mounds eliciting gasps of pain or pleasure, he couldn't quite tell, from the captive Golden General. He ran the rag between the valley between her breasts where most of the cum had accumulated. He had to wring out the rags a few times to completely clean out the accumulations.
He cleaned her neck and face all the while enduring the stare from her gleaming eyes. There was no fear or revulsion in those eyes, like the other unfortunate women taken captive by the company in the past that he had been made to clean up. There was no hatred or anger in those almond shaped eyes. He couldn't quite tell, but was it pity and understanding?
Anger suddenly boiled up in the Boy. Here she was a captive, stripped, abused, a fuck toy who's legs were spread before him, and yet she dared to pity him. He hated her for her pity, and yet now he desired to take her more than ever. To fuck her, abuse her, violate her until the pity was drained out of those eyes. He wanted to see fear in those eyes, fear for him – like the fear she had for Ol' Strap or the Sarge.
He threw the rag into the bucket and rinsed it out. Then he roughly spread open the elf woman's legs, no longer caring if she looked at him or not and roughly ran the rag across her reeking crotch. His handling was rough, swatting her silken inner thighs until she spread them wider. He forcefully ground his rag covered hand against her pussy until the elf woman whimpered. He traced two cloth clad fingered between her engorged petals making the elfess tremble. He continued down the crack between her gleaming bottom globes, kneading them with fury. He rolled up the cloth into a rough phallus shape and rammed it into her abused asshole all the while looking into her poignantly beautiful face. He then teased out one end to slowly and sadistically pull out the rag which rubbed against her sore puckered sphincter.
The naked elf woman seemed to understand what he was doing and instead of screaming out bit her lower lips and met his gaze. There were tears in her eyes but she refused to shed them.
Frustrated, the Boy pulled out the rag. He wrapped his hands in the cloth again and forced his fingers into the Golden General's splayed snatch. The elf woman began to weep as he finger fucked her pussy.
He thrust and thrust with a sadistic grin. The elf woman's nostrils flared but she didn't cry out. To his surprise she lifted her crotch in time with his hand to meet his thrusts. He quickened his pace. The captive elfess spread her thighs wider to relief the pressure on her pussy and took his invading hand. Before long, to his frustration, she came.
Angry and defeated the Boy took the rag and threw it into the bucket, leaving the trussed up Golden General to pant from the exertion before sleep took her.
* * *
The company was efficient in their preparations and was ready to set out by dawn.
Laurana was relieved when several of the soldiers brought her the remains of her own clothes and armor she wore when they took her captive. Unfortunately, most of the armor and clothing covering her from throat to crotch had been stripped and shredded when they violated her the first time. She shuddered as memories flooded back into her mind's eye. The elfess forced herself to look at what was left of her gear. She donned her pair of black boots which they had forced her to wear now and then for the dreaded "inspections." There were enough of her leggings left that they would cover her from ankle to mid-thigh, but she realized she could tie one across her hips to cover her crotch and the other could be used to wrap her breasts.
However, the Corp had other ideas when he found her.
"No, this will not do! Leggings go on the leg your Whoreness," the Corp gave her a lascivious smile as he forced her to don the ripped leggings on her legs and strap on her greaves and thigh armor. All of which failed to protect or cover up anything above her mid thighs leaving her crotch exposed.
The Corp also ordered Laurana to wear her pauldrons, which did not do anything for her breasts which hung naked.
"P-please…sir, its…its cold out. I need something to cover myself -" Laurana was interrupted as the corporal slapped her.
"You don't need anything to cover yourself, remember that bitch. You need nothing except cock," the Corp reminded the stunned elfess. "Understand?"
"Y-yes," Laurana whimpered out avoiding his gaze and hoping he didn't see her eyes blazing with anger.
"Now we're a cruel bunch," the Corp continued satisfied that he had cowed the once proud Golden General, "but we won't damage our merchandise…too much. Here, take this cloak," the Corp affected a mocking flourish as he produced an ermine short cape - probably taken from some unfortunate noble woman who fell victim to the company before – "to protect you from the elements and guard your modesty…there are too many unsavory characters about." The Corp laughed at his own joke and left to oversee the rest of the company.
The cloak was short, and barely reached Laurana's upper thighs. Underneath the cloak she was naked from neck to crotch, but she had been dreading being forced to walk naked, and this was at least something.
Laurana stood up to head out towards an unknown and uncertain fate.
* * *
Laurana thought that their travels would preoccupy the traitor company, that the journey would provide her a respite from their salacious attentions, and that for a few nights at least she would be spared from being violated. She had prayed and she had hoped. However, her prayers went unanswered and her hopes were dashed as soon as they made camp on the first evening of travel when she found herself naked and on all fours in the middle of the encampment being mounted by her erstwhile troops. They had gagged her with the soiled shredded rags that were once her panties to prevent her moans and screams drawing attention to the traitorous band. Her other holes, however, were fair game and she was mounted from behind like a bitch, with her large milk sacs dangling underneath her. It was relentless as the soldiers took turns violating her. Cock after cock rammed into her pussy or shoved down her asshole until all the men of the traitor company had used her at least once.
By the time all the men had at least one go of her, the night's meal would be cooked, and the deserters would take a break for dinner.
Laurana wasn't afforded a break. The Boy was brought in to wash her naked defiled body in the middle of camp as entertainment while her captors ate. The naked Golden General awaited on all fours in the middle of the camp as the Boy attended her with a pail of water and a handful of rags.
To be continued...