A painter’s apprentice chapters 1 and 2 (more to come) - Sex Stories

A painter’s apprentice chapters 1 and 2 (more to come)

... listened lethargically to the two speakers not quite comprehending that they were talking about her. She vaguely remembered Mesalina, and her soothing hands, and dimly recalled that Mesalina had promised to help her somehow… She hoped she would… “It won’t be hard to fatten her up. What’s your name?” She was gently nudged, and realized that she’d been asked a question. “Lecretia Della Rizzi.” She murmured softly. “This is Severina Sacci,” she said indicating an older woman next to her. “She’s looking for a maid. Are you willing to work? She has an extra bed in the servant’s quarters.” She nodded. She would do anything to get out of this cold… “I told you she’s too thin. I don’t want her,” said Severina. “Help me get her back outside. You can’t stay here, girl. I don’t give to charity. I won’t take in just any peasant child off the street.” Lecretia’s mind was reeling as Severina began to drag her and was rapidly beginning to comprehend what was happening. She didn’t want to go back outside. She managed to muster the last of her strength and resist Severina with new-found urgency. She would do anything… “I’ll work for free!” she heard herself cry. Severina released her limp body and she fell like deadweight to the ground. “I’ll do anything you ask.” “Anything? Well…” said Severina begrudgingly. “Lets get her inside and let Lorenzo look her over and decide.” “No harm in that.” They wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and each took an arm, when she was brought inside she ...

... fell onto a polished wooded floor. Severina wrenched the blanket out of her grasp, and she looked her over. Lecretia looked down, unable to meet their gaze. “She’s skin and bones. She looks like a corpse.” “She’ll be easy to fatten up. She looks like she knows a hard days work.” “Well Mesalina, you’d better wash her before showing her to Lorenzo. She’s filthy.” She stared numbly. Mesalina was going to wash her? She realized fretfully that she was in fact too weak to wash herself. She appreciated Mesalina’s efforts to defend her, but at the same time she was on the verge of tears. She felt almost as vulnerable as Marco had made her feel. It had something to do with the way Severina was talking about her like she wasn’t there. Like everyone else that day, they made her feel like her body wasn’t hers. She didn’t ask for any of this; to be grabbed, prodded, appraised, and handled. Now her body was stripped bare and was going to be washed by a stranger’s hands? She didn’t ask for this. She uneasily allowed herself to be led to the tub. To her rapid astonishment the water wasn’t cold like every other bath she’d taken. Mesalina had heated the water for her… Why? She tried to wrap her head around the kindness in that gesture, but it was too much. Why did Mesalina think she deserved this? “How old are you, Lecretia?” “Sixteen,” she mumbled softly. “Can you tell me where you’re from?” She shook her head. Mesalina was older than her and looked to be about twenty, but she couldn’t help but ...