The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 4/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 4/15

... marsh-folk were surrounding a group of tangling Cincumen. The guards had successfully tackled their quarry. Valeriya pushed through the crowd and helped the little guards to their feet. “Well done boys!” She patted their backs in commendation. “I’ll take it from here.” “Yes ma'am.” “No problem ma'am.” Both of them blushingly replied to her tits. Valeriya grabbed the little bilker by his collar and pulled him to his feet. “Party’s over folks. Back to your businesses you go now.” She pulled the apprehended Cincuman away from the disappointed crowd and farther up the road. Suddenly she pulled him into a dark alley and pinned him down against the wall of a rundown inn. “Why’d you run, man?” Valeriya asked angrily. “What had gotten into you?” “P-Please don’t hurt me!” whimpered the man. All his composure had long deserted him. Valeriya’s expression softened. I suppose the man had reason to run, she mused. He could do some real hard time if handed over to the authorities, selling forged arts as he was. “What’s your name?” she asked, loosening her grip on his lapels. “B-Boiko, lady.” The man continued to look ill at ease. “Relax, Boiko.” Valeriya smoothed the front of his coat with her hands and smiled reassuringly. “I mean you no harm. I just want to talk.” Boiko nodded with nervous hesitation. “This painting’s excellent. The resemblance is near accurate,” the blonde continued, holding the frame in front of him. “But see here,” she pointed at Hadriana’s chest, “you’ve made her ...

... breasts too full and her hips too rounded.” Boiko nodded diminutively in reflection. “Yes… I see it now. But I got to see the original only once.” “Aha!” exclaimed Valeriya. “So you did paint it!” She smirked, then continued quickly when she noticed Boiko’s face becoming pale, “’Tis okay, don’t worry. You did well. But if you’ve really seen the original, then you are a well traveled man.” He’s handsome in a ‘somber little boy’ sort of way, she thought. Boiko was about 5 feet tall; thin, in his thirties with dark, neatly back brushed hair and gray eyes. His coat was expensive, but had ink stains at the bottom of the sleeves. He looks educated and worldly. Perhaps he could… Valeriya pondered while Boiko shifted uncomfortably. “Do you forge other things as well?” she asked suddenly. “Like what?” Boiko inquired suspiciously. “Like… seals and documents?” Valeriya offered sheepishly. To which he started to shake his head violently. “Okay, okay, calm down,” she shook her free hand pacifyingly before him, then continued in a desperate tone, “I was just asking. I don’t want to get you into trouble. I just need some help … I’d make it worth your time? No?” Valeriya dropped her shoulders and sighed helplessly. “Here,” she handed him back his forged Tertius. “You can go.” Boiko took his painting and moved hesitantly towards the alley mouth. Valeriya waited for him to turn back. Of course she wasn’t letting him go. She’d beat him into a bloody pulp to get what she needed. Valeriya would have ...