Chapter Seventeen
Shirley wasn’t kneeling on the floor to beg for the lash when Uli opened the door. She lay unnaturally still on the mattress. At first, Uli thought that the slave had merely overslept, and was raising her arm to strike before she realized that something was wrong.
“Damn it, Uli,” she muttered to herself as she dropped to her knees beside the girl, “this time you have gone too far.”
When she touched Shirley, she was actually relieved to discover that the girl was hot with fever. Cold flesh was what Uli had feared. Quickly and gently, she removed the shackles and belt. The plug yielded with a soft sucking sound. Even in her delirium, Shirley moaned her gratitude.
Uli lifted the slave like a sleepy child and carried her upstairs. She put her in
