Blackwine

Drawing by Costa,
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Blackwine

"I grinned, and washed down the eggs with a swig of hot black wine, prepared from the beans grown upon the slopes of the Thentis Mountains. This black wine is quite expensive. Many have been slain on Gor for attempting to smuggle the beans out of the Thentian territories."
John Norman, Beasts of Gor, p. 21

"I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;
I woke, and found that life was Duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;
And thou shalt find thy dream to be
A truth and noonday light to thee."
Ellen Sturgis Hooper

It is not considered pleasing for a slave to kneel on the furs and chat or play endlessly with her sisters. If there are no Free who require service, then a girl should ask the first girl of the tavern, or the Owner, if there are any chores to be done. In this way, she will not appear lazy. These chores can be simple, or they can be more involved. Either way, this is a chance for a slave to show herself off to any Free who might be watching, to show that she is eager to please and comely to look at. What follows is a task that might be performed when the tavern first opens for business, the making of blackwine.

girl rises softly and moves about the Inn to prepare for the day's business. she looks around her beloved home with a soft smile, and moves to the hearth with light feet, tiny gold and silver bells about her ankles making a joyous melody with each step. she bends over the large kettle as her silks rise up to reveal just a hint of her rounded ivory bottom, she gently lifts the lid and peer inside.

girl frowns a little as she notes the level of the blackwine in the kettle, she places the lid to one side and brushes a stray wisp of golden hair from her face. she turns toward the servery and moves with a gentle rolling motion of her rounded hips to the back room. she retrieves two stout wooden pails and carries them back to the servery.

girl moves to the cask containing freshly melted snow, she lifts the lid and peers down into the clear water. she giggles at the pert little slave face peering back at her, she takes the ladle and dips the cool water into the pail to fill it. she places the pail on the floor and fills the other as well, returns the ladle to its proper place and takes a pail in each hand as she carefully makes her way back to the hearth.

girl gently pours the water into the kettle, she hears the sizzle and pop as cool water strikes heated metal. she moves back and forth from the hearth to the servery and back until the kettle is full, she leaves the water to heat while she returns to the servery to prepare the blackwine. she goes to the back room again and returns with a grinding stone, places it in the center of the floor.

girl moves to the shelves and bends low at the waist, her ivory buttocks peek out from below her silks. she reaches to the back of the shelf behind the cups and bowls there, seeking out a hidden parcel. she smiles softly as she finds what she is looking for and pulls it to her, she straightens her slender form with a happy toss of her long golden mane and studies the treasure she now holds.

girl kneels with silken thighs on either side of the grinding stone, she opens the small metal box she has found and closes her eyes for an ehn as the fragrance of the blackwine escapes into the room. she takes just a few of the precious beans, brought at great expense from far-away Thentis, and places them on the stone. she carefully covers the box again and reaches for the smaller stone to grind the beans.

girl straightens slender arms before her and leans down to crush the beans between the two stones. her full breasts sway gently as she rocks back and forth in her kneel. she purses full lips to blow away a strand of fine golden hair from her mouth and then pauses to examine her work. she nods slightly to herself in satisfaction as she sees the beans are now sufficiently ground. she reaches for a clean cloth and scoops the crushed beans into it.

girl uses a small piece of binding fiber to wrap the cloth around the blackwine, she rises and carries the grinding stone back to its storage place. she returns to the shelves and tucks the beans back into their hiding place, arranges the bowls and mugs around the box to conceal it from prying eyes. she rises once more and carries the little package back to the hearth.

girl bends low over the now-boiling water and giggles softly as the steam causes a faint sheen of perspiration to form on her tender breasts, she drops the bag into the water with a little splash. she reaches for the ladle and stirs the steeping brew around and around gently, making sure that it heats evenly throughout. she watches the simmering kettle for several ehns and then smiles to herself.

girl returns the ladle to its proper place and covers the kettle, she lingers for a long ehn before the hearth and savors its warmth, knowing that it does not compete with the burning in her own belly. she represses a shiver of delight as she thinks of the Masters who will be served from this kettle later, and moves gracefully back to the serving furs.

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