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

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

... just take her. Who are you to own a slave? Crawling out of that hovel—” “Just take her?!” Boiko spat back in outrage. “…In the king’s own city? …From his own law abiding, taxpaying citizen? I don’t think so!” Valeriya cursed the spruce Cincuman. Then she cursed her own rotten luck. I sure know how to pick the cockiest bastards, don’t I? She had specifically instructed him to sell her here for any amount that doesn’t raise suspicion. And here he was bartering away like a fishmonger. Are all the Cincumen like this? Valeriya swore she’d kill him if he failed to get her inside of Vlad’s manor. They had arrived here at Dolne on the previous afternoon. Boiko had shown the wharf officials his Laski identification and her ownership certificate—all fake of course—and got his city clearance. Then, as prearranged, he led his “slave” by the leash around her neck to a modest inn. Valeriya stood behind him passively with bowed head while he rented a room on the second floor. Boiko ordered a bath for her before leaving to explore the city. Valeriya had used the free time to prepare and drink her monthly contraceptive potion, then take a long, relaxing bath and make herself pretty for their next day’s endeavor. Boiko returned three hours later after successfully locating Vlad’s manor house. He also brought answers to many of her questions—like, if Vlad was still in the capital, or how many nobles had already arrived for the congregation. Then he led her downstairs for dinner. Valeriya ...

... waited on him like an obedient slave while he ate, then she herself ate while Boiko diced with a couple of jealous patrons. A lowly Cincuman—albeit a well-groomed one from this side of the marshlands—owning such an exquisite slave as Valeriya raised many ill feelings, and not a few eyebrows. Also, Cincumen are not known for partaking in the common Laski practice of slavery. In the morning Valeriya followed her ‘master’ to a shop where she was outfitted in a revealing far-eastern dress and suitable jewelry. Extremely low-rise harem pants and blouse with a plunging neckline—both in flimsy red and gold, strappy sandals, anklets and bracelets, clip-on nose and earrings, head and belly chains… it wasn’t cheap. But Valeriya wanted to look her servile best and not leave anything to chance. To her chagrin, Valeriya wasn’t marched directly to Vlad’s manor. Instead Boiko led her to the red-lantern district and had her assessed by several Mesdames at the bordellos. She feared he was going to sell her off to whoever paid the highest price and just take the coin. Valeriya had offered him a handsome 5 dragons for his services—a pittance, compared to what the Mesdames were offering for her flesh. The forger remained silent and just shrugged sheepishly whenever she could find an arms’ spread of uncrowded space to demand explanation. Valeriya thought herself clever for casting a Healing spell on Boiko earlier and saying that she had just hexed him, that if he tried anything funny he would not live ...