Every completed building in town already had a week’s worth of coal. The steam-powered lumber mill was operating from first light to dark, giving th...e workers just enough time to shut things down for the day before it was too dark to do so safely. The water-powered lumber mill did the same.In the morning, I led Aaron and his men towards Clear Creek Hot Springs. Since we didn’t stop to hunt, we made good time and arrived early enough that they could look around at everything. The next morning, we. Then came the recurring stab of pain. "Why can I not prove myself in combat like my valiant and doughty ancestors? Why am I doomed to be a feeble woman all my life?" She recalled that day when her darling friend Martha had felled her with a single fearsome blow to the jaw, instantaneously reducing her to a state of semi-comatose humiliation. She had always accepted that the punch in question had been well merited and richly deserved, but the fact that she been able to do no other than succumb. She had no privacy, no dignity, it was all stripped from her. She had to piss and shit in a bucket, under the steely indifference of his gaze.She was appalled when he first made her masturbate like some sort of trained seal. She felt her face glow scarlet as she knelt before him in the cage, her thighs spread and her ass resting on her heels as he’d instructed her and slipped her hands over her small breasts, twisting and tugging the nipples that were already erect like hard, aching nubs.. She paused. What would her husband say? She closed her eyes and felt torn apart. Half of her wanted to stop but the other half was curious where the conversation would go, “Yes,” she typed.“Squeeze your thighs together,” was the response in the chat box, “Does it feel good?”The hot wife navigated the cursor to close the chat box but paused. She was so horny and it felt so naughty talking to a complete stranger but yet her conscious reminded that she was a happily married woman.Katie looked.