The Life of a Mudblood: After the War

By the time Jessie woke up, there was almost a foot of snow, not only on the ground, but on her back as well. Along with the snow, the frozen cum, all over her body, was painful. She saw the townspeople going about their daily business, not even giving her the courtesy of a glance. She tried calling out for help, but her throat was too sore.

She was stiff, sore, and surprisingly, she was nauseous. She tried again to call out for someone, and this time someone heard her. The girl that approached her, couldn’t have been more than 16. “You are awake!” the girl exclaimed. “I will go get the mayor.” And with that, she took off in the opposite direction, than that of which she came.

After only a few minutes, Jessie saw the girl coming back, with someone following her. As they got closer, Jessie began to shake. It was the same man who had brought her here, the night before. As the man approached, he waved his hand, and her bindings completely vanished, causing Jessie to fall to her knees. Before she could look up, she began to throw up. After about ten minutes of vomiting, she was able to compose herself enough to look up at the man.

Without a word, the mayor grabbed her arm and started dragging her in the direction he had just come from. A few minutes later, he pushed her into his house. After being out in the cold so long, the heat in the house made it feel like needles piercing every inch of her body. The man walked off, without saying a word, and a young woman, who had seemingly been hiding in the shadows approached her.

Jessie shrank back against the door, but the woman tutted and shook her head. “Let’s get ya cleaned up, girl” she said kindly, and began to lead Jessie further into the house. Jessie followed, and they came to a bathroom. Inside, every surface was made of marble, and there was a large, pool-sized tub in the middle of the floor. The woman began to hum, as she turned on the taps and began pouring, what seemed to Jessie, like gallons of bubble bath into the water.

“In ya get” the woman said, as she turned and grabbed a couple of towels. Jessie slipped slowly into the water, and cried out, as the warm water hurt her cold skin. “Take yer time, young lady, and when ya are done, I will get ya some food. Girl in yer condition, needs all da food she can ge’, what carryin and everything” she said then walked out of the bathroom. Jessie looked after the woman, confused by her words.

Jessie shook her head and grabbed a rag from the side of the tub, and began washing herself gently. When she got to the vibrating area between her legs she sucked in a deep breath, as she rag touched the super sensitive area.

About ten minutes later, she finally stepped out of the tub and dried herself off, feeling more refreshed than she had in quite some time. She took one step out of the bathroom, when the woman from before appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and ushered her into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, house elves began pushing food at her. Jessie ate all she could, then sat there, awkwardly. The woman smiled at her, and asked “Did ya get enough?” To that, Jessie just nodded. After another minute, Jessie quietly asked “Do you know how I can get back to my master?”

“That depends, dearie, who is yer master?” the kind woman asked. “The Dark Lord” Jessie informed her. The woman gasped, and pailed. “If me master ‘ad known that, young lady, ‘e never would ‘ave brought ya into this house.” she said. With that, the woman gave her directions, and pushed her back out into the cold, as quickly as she could.