The Life of a Mudblood: After the War

A/N I know this is a short chapter, and I apologize for that. I promise the next chapter will be longer

As soon as Jessie had been pushed out of the house, she dropped to her knees and began crawling in the direction she had been told. The woman had told her it would take her close to a week, by foot, to get there. The snow was so deep now, it came about halfway up her forearms, and as she crawled, her wet, vibrating vagina drug across it.

It quickly became obvious that the townspeople had been told who she belonged to, because as soon as they saw her, they turned and walked the other way. It didn’t take long, however, for Jessie to make her way out of the small town. Once out of the town, Jessie crawled all day, not coming to another one. As the sun began to sink in the sky, the snow stopped, much to her relief.

Jessie crawled for about another hour, once the sun had gone down, before she decided she needed to sleep for the night. She cleared a small spot, of all the snow, and curled in a small ball, before falling into a deep, but unrestful, sleep. She slept, uneventfully, until she woke the next morning, the sun bright in her face.

Jessie continued for the next several days, uneventfully, making her way ever closer, back to her master's home. She was only about a day away, when something finally happened. She was crawling along the countryside, no longer paying attention to her surroundings, when she ran head first, into someones legs. She looked up, and saw a familiar face, causing her to tremble in fear.