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Chapter 18 - Field and Brook Part 1
By @GreyLord and @Nainur
Joseph came in with the first outfit he had made for Muddy. Her dress wasn't very suitable for horseback. He had denim jeans with a wide belt. When he held them up, Jordan saw that the belt would go well below Muddy's navel. The top was sleeveless, a tank top made of who knows what kind of material. But it was a bright yellow color and was a stretchy material that would give her tits some support while bouncing on a horse. And he also had a bunch of bikini panties in a rainbow of colors. In addition to black and white, I saw red, blue, green, gold, and yellow. Joseph said, "Miss Muddy, I hope you will like these." He approached her very carefully so not to appear threatening to her. He held out the clothing and waited for Muddy to decide what to do.
Jordan said, “Muddy, there is an empty chest of drawers in the bedroom for your use. You can go to the bedroom to change clothes if you wish.”
Muddy thought that the clothes looked exotic and strange, but in an awesome way, and said so, but she also thought that she needed darker stuff should she run someday. Running around in bright yellow was madness! But she would not run that day nor the next one. So she took all of it. She thanked Jordan and Joseph left. She exercised the plan she had made: to appear awed and docile, lull his suspicions and lower his guard by doing what he wanted. She returned after a short time: she was not used to doing things in a dawdling way. Neither was she a show off. She just walked out again. She had kept her moccasins. The fabricated jeans and top fit perfectly, showing her figure very well.
Jordan thought she looked terrific in her new clothes. Joseph had chosen well indeed.
Ten days later.
Jordan was happy that Muddy seemed to have calmed down and had adapted to so many things that must be strange in her eyes. She worked without complaining, listened to his advice and instructions, and seemed composed and relaxed. Very seldom did he find something to criticize in the quality of her work, and if so, it was because a particular detail was new. She seemed to enjoy staying at one place instead of moving around constantly. This was very true. Also she liked to finish a certain amount of work without being harassed. She worked meticulously and with perseverance.
For Muddy, while minding her plan to run and to lower his vigilance bit by bit, found herself in something that was not too far away from the bandit's version of heaven. She had food galore of excellent quality and time to enjoy it, clear water and even hot if she wanted, a soft bed, and safety. Her name became more and more unsuited, for she never felt as clean as at that time. And her hair! It had become so soft, glossy even, sometimes appearing jet blue. She liked it very much. And, yes, she found it satisfying to contribute to his carpentry shop and the acknowledgment she got. She slowly began to believe she would miss it. Surely, she would miss the magic of music conjured by the tekk-now-logee. Once or twice she even danced and not only for her own pleasure, certainly not to deceive him, but in these moments, she was a young woman who liked to be admired.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17lEx0ytE_0
Rimsky-Korsakov: Scheherazade - op.35
Muddy had learned that she could have music almost anywhere on the plantation. This music, Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov, brought her to tears. How could a person create something so beautiful and so powerful? Jordan was very pleased that Muddy was taking to so many of the things that he liked.
Jordan, therefore, came to the conclusion that it was safe to take her on an outing. She had often asked to see the fields, and it was time to check them anyway. So he announced: After we finish our breakfast, we will saddle up and visit some of the fields. You will meet my second bot, Goliath. He is nice like Joseph, but you must be prepared when you see him. He is big, about three meters high.
They went to the barn. It held the two-horse team that pulled the wagon and also two riding horses. Jordan showed Muddy how to bridle and saddle the horses and offered to help her into the saddle.
Yet Muddy accepted only the bridle and almost glided on the horse's back. She waited for Shordan Archah to get ready. She smiled for a moment. She had longed to check out the area since the day of her arrival.
Jordan had to smile at Muddy's performance mounting the horse. “She is truly showing herself as an exciting and capable person.” He thought. He had never met a person as uncomplaining and hard working as she was. And she was smart enough indeed, mastering tools and equipment quickly enough. There was so much more to her than he had expected. Tommy and Sheilah had tried to tell him. He picked a path through the woods, not to the closest field but to the one where Goliath was working. Even though they were silent, he enjoyed the three-kilometer ride with Muddy. Her presence radiated into him, it seemed. Goliath was applying fertilizer to the crops. On seeing his master, the bot worked his way to the edge of the field where Jordan and Muddy were waiting. Muddy watched the huge bot intently.
“This field is where we grow the food that we eat. Two other fields grow the grains for our livestock and other purposes. Remember, Goliath is as friendly as Joseph." Jordan dismounted and watched to see what Muddy would do.
She dismounted as well and slowly walked to the field's edge. She sensed at once the vibrating ground under her soles, vibrations caused by Goliath. It was proof of Muddy's adaptability that she kept her composure much better than earlier when she met Joseph. Yes, she had been forewarned, yet it had to be an almost shocking sight to her. So she simply shook her head slightly and finally said, "Impressive!” But what she thought was: “It is well that more of your kind have not been coming! Our world would go down, sinking under their weight." She probably had heard this uttered in the Creek village's huts, but she meant it from the bottom of her heart.
“Am I right that this Goliath also carries the harvest to your place?" she asked, frowning at the massive bot. She wondered how long it would be until some young braves might come and try to destroy this monster. It would not be an easy task. She looked over the field and was very impressed but not happy. The machine worked precisely and did the job of dozens of people, but it had no heart and treated the ground in heartless efficiency. She crouched to touch the dark earth. She sensed the small vibrations caused by the mighty machine even more. This was—unholy. She wondered already what the field would look like in a few years. Then she looked around quizzically, suppressing the anger inside her.
“Yes, sometimes he carries a load. If there was a lot to transport, he would load a wagon and pull it to the house. You can probably tell that this field grows more than the two of us could eat. What we can't eat is preserved for winter or for the possibility of a bad year in the future. Any surplus can be traded to the Creek."
Goliath spoke in his deep but mellow voice, "Hello, Miss Muddy. I want to welcome you to the Plantation in addition to Jeeves and Joseph. Let me know if there is ever anything that I can do for you." Muddy nodded wordlessly, then she smiled at Jordan, pointing to the treeline at the other side. "Am I right, there is a brook? It must run to the river surely. Let's have a look!" This way was longer to get home but would take them by one of his favorite places in this forest. A stream cascading over rocks with a somewhat open area beside the stream. The trees did not stand densely, so there were openings to the sky between the trees to let the warming sunlight hit the ground. And the brook’s run would lead to the hills, well out of the Creek sentry’s sight, she guessed.
On the way to the creek, Muddy pointed out big birds, similar to wild geese. "Whuashkapeeh!" She cried. "Very tasty! I can do fine Whuashkapeeh, someday! Fine soup, too! Catch Whuashkapeeh bird with a coil trap – I know how to do it!"
Maddie would have loved this spot, he thought. Muddy's almost exulting attitude escaped him. He was thinking about Maddie's reaction to the reports she read written by the Harrimans about the Bandit women and how they were totally submissive to their chosen mates. That night, Maddie acted like a Bandit woman and was submissive to him. Jordan dismounted and said, "Dismount Maddie. I want to ask you something."
‘Bandits' had a very fine-tuned ear. Given the peculiarities of their tongue, they needed it. So, Muddy was startled; the slightly different sound had indeed not escaped her. "Maddie," he had said. She hesitated, frowning, and obeyed.
“All my awake time with you has been spent showing you and telling you about things you need to know. I would like to take a break from being your teacher for a little while. I told you that you would start getting choices. Here is a choice for you. I would like for us to rest here for an hour or so. I can take a nap. Or I can tie you up just for the pleasure of doing it. If you elect to play with me, there is some likelihood that it will include sexual contact between us. What would you like to do, nap or play?"
She looked at Jordan very attentively for his following words. She considered the possibilities carefully. She was not tired, not at all, and maybe this was the only argument. Perhaps it was not. However, it seemed prudent to do what the Colonist wanted, and she knew what that was. The more trust she gained the more leeway she would win to prepare her escape. If he lowered his guard, she needed not to fight to win free. The thought of fighting him was less and less attractive, anyway. She took a minute or so, hobbling her horse so that it might feed itself off the grass. Without asking, she loosened Jordan's saddle and hobbled his horse. Then she pulled her new top over her head. She had no bra. She pointed to a young birch tree. "This would be a fine tree to secure a bandit-girl, Shordan Archah!"
Jordan retrieved several coils of rope from his saddlebag. Muddy had picked a fine birch tree for my use. It was young and slender but strong looking. Not that he had any intention of needing its strength this afternoon.
He took Muddy's hand, led her to the tree, and turned her back to it. Crossing her wrists behind the tree, he slowly wound the rope around them horizontally. Jordan was careful to avoid any overlap of the strands of rope. Also, he made sure that there was no slack, but at the same time, no strand pulled tight on Muddy. He wanted to be very confident that Muddy would not have any reason to regret her decision to play.
After the fourth horizontal loop, Jordan continued in the same manner with four vertical loops. He thought about cinching the loops. But this was not for punishment nor for security. He tied the rope off on top of her wrists. The tree trunk did little more than cover Muddy's backbone between her shoulder blades. He ran his hands slowly up her arms, kneading her arms with his fingers as he did so. When he reached her shoulders, he spent several minutes rubbing her shoulders. Then he moved to her front.