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

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

... long enough to regret his misdeeds. Valeriya had thought he looked sufficiently scared to buy into her lie. But now she wasn’t so sure. Perhaps it was a harebrained plan from the very beginning. Her tension eased a little when Boiko finally hired an open-top carriage for an entire silver hart and instructed the coachman to drive to the upper district, where many of the Laski nobles and wealthy merchants—as well as nobles and merchants from all over the continent who wanted to partake in Laski lifestyle—maintained permanent residences. Valeriya knew the place well, having lived there once, when she was a slave for real. Valeriya would be lying if she admitted to any feeling of nostalgia to see the city where she spent three years of her young life spreading thighs for a fat, disgusting man. But despite the stinking rot beneath her flawless skin, Dolne was the most beautiful city in the Nine Kingdoms. Valeriya thoroughly enjoyed her ride to the upper district despite Boiko’s errant hands shamelessly fondling her breasts. “We have to maintain the appearance,” he had whispered in her ear. The forger had grown quite bold, now that the time of their parting was near, she noted. To her disappointment, Marquis Vlad didn’t appear himself when Boiko had demanded an audience about the potential sale of a fetching slave girl. Instead his steward had showed up. It would’ve been so much easier if Vlad could only just come to her in person and get torched to cinders. Valeriya had heard ...

... that Vlad went nowhere without his pet elf mage and half a dozen armed escorts. And his manor house was protected with powerful enchantments. That is the reason she had decided to infiltrate his house first, then safely terminate him from the inside. Well, relatively safely. “Well, I didn’t say that I shall take her!” grunted the bailiff. “You have your papers it seems … and I must obey the king’s law,” he added grudgingly. “Why did you bring her here anyway?” “Why, it’s written right here,” Boiko pointed to his fake identification document. “I’m from Jelonki. Lord Vlad is my liege lord. If I’m going to sell such a lovely slave girl as her—and I’m mad to even consider doing such a thing—I think it is my duty to give my lord the first right.” He nodded vehemently. Valeriya discreetly rolled her eyes. It was an answer prepared by her, but it still sounded a bit asinine in Boiko’s somber voice. “Hmm. I suppose you’re right in this,” the bailiff said, scratching his chin. He was an ugly man, tall and muscular with a big smashed nose and several broken teeth. “How did you catch her? You surely didn’t buy her?” he inquired in his gruff voice. “Of course not!” replied Boiko. “She came to me! Walked right into my doorstep and asked if I could feed and lodge her for the night.” The Cincuman sat down on an unoccupied chair without the bailiff’s invitation. The bailiff was interviewing them at his office in the manor’s ground floor. “I gave her more than that, heh-heh …” Boiko smiled ...