Away With The Gypsy (closed)

[AlphaCentauri]

Jal Ficowski drove his caravan through the narrow streets of yet another small English village, looking for a likely spot to camp for the night. He knew that authorities would never allow him to stay in the town proper, but if he camped on the side of the road outside of town, he might be allowed to stay, and so attract some business. His businesses varied, from telling fortunes to fools, to telling tall tales, to mending pots and pans.

He was a wiry man, with lean muscles and dark olive skin. His black hair at shoulder length and was held back by a leather band. His nose was aquiline and his face was weathered, but handsome.He wore a red vest, a tan button up shirt and tight trousers. His wagon was painted in a variety of colors, with floral designs and patterns, all meant to attract attention. Two sturdy ponies, named TIp and Tap, pulled it.

It had been a year since his beloved Illiana had died and he still preferred to travel alone. Traveling with her family had brought back to many painful memories. After a year though, he along felt ready to rejoin them. He had been an orphan, taken in my Illiana's uncle, and had taken the family surname and become part of the clan.

Finally he managed to move through the town and found a spot to park. On the edge of the village was a pub, and he parked just beyond it, hoping that it would not be to close, or to far.

 

[Arnemetia]

More than be a servant...

As the pub get full of drunk men, Evania, with her red hair and green emerald eyes, was moving the faster she could to make glass of beers to distribute to those day workers. One of them put his paws on her bottom and grab her hips to sit her down on his lap. The angryness came to her face whe she tooked a glass of beer... as she came to get it on his head, John, her boss came and grab her wrist, preventing her to make a mistake. John bring her back in ther backstore quickly.

* Do you think your here to put beer on my client's head, little servant...you live because i accept you under my roof after your slutty mother died.*

John was 6 feet tall and 200 pounds weight so Evania could protest as much as she wants, he made her bending over his lap. He gets a wood stick from inside a closet and whipped 5 times her ass cheek. She didnt look at it but she was sure her skin was purple.

After her finished, all she promised to herself was that one day she would get out of here and be free. She was turning 21 and waiting nothing from life except being free.

When she returns in the pub, the men were laughing looking at her rubbing her ass. She heard there was gypsies around the city and didnt understand why they had a bad notoriety. John said her mom fucked with a gypsie and she was curious to see how they lived...