“What’s your name sweetheart?  My name is Karl.  I am just cleaning you really quick.  When we get home, I’ll do a better job, but you are not looking so good, so I am just doing a quick job.”  He repeated this frequently in a calm quiet voice all the while thinking that had equal possibility of making her angry.

As he worked his way around her, he realized that she had been sitting in her own waste and that her skin was heavily irritated.  Her lower back, buttocks and thighs were actually layered in feces and who knows what.  The brief soaking allowed the layers to come free, but the skin was in horrible shape.  

He went to work on her front and was surprised to see that her breasts were still in good shape.  He was used to seeing women at 30 years having deflated and thin breasts from childbearing and general aging but, this woman had a magnificent set albeit drawn tightly to her skin due to the starvation and abuse.  

Her crotch was in the same state, and he tried to untangle the mess of hair.  That would have to be dealt with as well.  He noticed some other issues when he returned to her backside to try to soap more.  It appeared that she had a slight prolapse.  He had worked with horses with the issue and knew that it must be horribly painful.  He realized what the men had probably been up to when they could no longer take their pleasures the normal way and decided to take to her like she was a man, but what kind of people could do this.  These men weren’t men at all.  Just beasts. 

“Oh my.  Sweetheart, we're going to have to do some stuff that isn’t going to be very comfortable. I can’t help you here, but when we get back to my place we’ll try and fix you up.”

Karl stood her up and toweled her off with the canvas.  Her took her back to the cart and laid her down and turned her on her side to keep her backside from pressure.

It took several more hours to get to his farmstead.  He constantly checked on her to see if she was sleeping, but she continued to have a blank stare and never appeared to drop off.  

He unpacked his purchases while she remained on her side in the cart.  He unhooked Bunny and took him to the covered stalls where his Ox stood placidly chewing his cud.  

He kept thinking she would get up and wander around or maybe run away, but she never moved.  He did worry that he might have impulsively done something that would further put him into a situation where he’d be farther and farther behind.  Now that the excitement had worn off, he ruminated on the plans for his place and how he had barely got a roof over his head before the first snow.  The field work was even worse because it was completely filled with stones.  It made a lot of sense when he considered the price he paid. 

The good parts of the property were fresh water and good game.  He’d made do for the last several years, but never got far ahead.  But back to the issue at hand.

He helped her out of the cart and marveled at her height.  She was tall as he was!  She had big healthy bones, but a lack of food had drawn her skin tight across her body.  He wondered when her last meal was.  

Since she didn’t seem tired and there was still daylight, he thought a hot bath might be the first thing.  He started boiling water in his little cauldron, realizing this would take a bit, but he had made a small bath next to his house.  He had lined it with rocks and made a drain back into the creek.  He let in a small amount of water from the creek and stopped the diverter.  He’d learned that trick from the first time he saw canals on one of his campaigns in the past.  

He poured hot water into the tub to balance the heat out.  Once he thought he had a good mix he got the woman and got her to sit down in the bath.  While she soaked, he got his sharpest knife and more soap and a couple of other things.

He figured this was going to be a mess and decided to take off his clothes, but worried that might upset the woman.  However, she showed no sign of noticing or caring.  He sat on the edge of the tub and lathered her hair as best he could and picked up his knife.  He hesitated, worrying again that this might fire off a bad reaction, but she still remained placid.  

The hair came off slowly because he had to make sure he was not cutting her scalp.  The nagging pain of knotted hair must have been horrible.  The shaving was rough and poorly done, but at least it could grow out healthy while the scalp got healthy as well.

“Okay sweetheart, I’m going to get under your arms”.  He lifted one side and soaped as much as he could and began to methodically remove the matted hair.  He knew different cultures liked and hated body hair, but this was more of a necessity.  

He heated more water and added it to the bath.  He did the other arm and finally had a debate with himself about getting around her groin.  He had her sit up on the edge, trying to avoid the prolapse without much success and really began to worry about the next step.  The Orc woman, even in her severely weakened state, could really hurt him in the position he was in.  

He kept speaking to her and explaining what he was doing. “Okay sweetheart, I have to shave down here to hopefully let you heal up better.  I’m going to go really slow, and if this gets uncomfortable let me know nice like”.

He ended up moving her to her back and putting one leg over his shoulder.  This took pressure off the prolapse which looked like it had shrunk some.  He wanted to this whole experience to be less sexual, but her laying in position while he softly put soap around her groin made blood pump to his cock.