The first time, they ran next to their warriors horses at a slow trot. The pace continued hour after hour until Felicia thought they were going to run all day. She was sweaty and dirty from dust, the sweat running down in small streams eating its way through the dust and curving around her breasts. The feel of the sweat was somewhat
arousing to her for some unknown reason. She smiled, as she felt sure that Jill would explain it to her, if anyone could.  Then she saw the edge of the village and soon they turned into the corral. Felicia waited to be released so she could go to the
stable to rest, but her warrior tied her leash to a post, removed her harness, and departed. She looked around and saw that Jill and Sally were also tethered by their leashes. Sally and Felicia wondered what the reason for this was, when their warriors returned caring a large bucket, towel, and sponge. Felicia watched as he set the bucket filled with clear water near her and he waited for Jill's
warrior to return. Once they were all ready, they started a practice that Felicia immediately enjoyed, and would enjoy after each run, starting this day. She had seen the Slaves of the warriors rub down their ponies when they returned sweaty and dirty. Now she was being treated like an
owned animal, only it was a Master, a warrior, who was doing the rub down. The warm water ran off the sponge as he rubbed it across her shoulders. Next he did the same across her upper chest. Felicia knew that he would do it across her breasts next and in her Slave helplessness she was
aroused greatly. Then the sponge touched her breasts and coursed across her nipples. They exposed her arousal by turning so hard they seemed to ache. Felicia knew she was in heaven, yet hell, because she was so aroused and feared not being used. He continued down her stomach
and across the top of her pubic hair. She fully expected her vaginal lips to be next, but he skipped this area and continued down her legs. Then he turned Felicia around and started down her back, finishing at her ankles. Felicia could not hold back any longer and a low moan rose from her throat and forced its way between her teeth, seeking freedom. Finally he spoke, Turn and
spread your legs, Slave. Felicia definitely did not need to be told twice. She jumped and spread her legs as wide as possible. It was when she turned that she realized that other members of the village were watching this ritual. She closed her eyes in hopes of controlling her arousal, but could not. Her warrior brought the sponge to her pubic hair and vaginal lips. He washed them slowly and carefully to insure that each spec of dirt was removed. Then he took one hand and parted her lips.