Chapter 11: Sisters
Corantin was sitting in his office smirking. Vallerie's first training session had gone remarkably well. She had quickly learned to obey or face the consequences. Of course, with time she would need to learn to obey, not out of fear, but out of desire, out of devotion, happiness and to receive rewards.
Knock-Knock!
"Enter," he said to whomever was behind the door.
"I'm back, master."
It was Emily, back from an errand.
"Took you a while! What was the hold up?" asked Corantin.
Emily did not respond and simply walked to the desk.
"How do I look master?" she asked, finally breaking the silence once she reached the desk.
Corantin took his eyes off the paper he was currently writing and set his eyes on his slave. When he saw her his smile broaden and his eye filled with desire even though he had already fucked twice today.
Up until now, she always wore normal maid dresses taken from the ample stocks of the estate. But currently she was wearing a dress they had none of prepared for the maids. The dress emphasized sex appeal. The apron had two heart shape cutouts within it. A first one on her chest, exposing part of the woman's massive boobs giving a hint of her pink nipples to stimulate the imagination. The second one was, of course, on her lower belly showcasing the glowing pink crest. The apron and the dress were holden by straps covering only her shoulder leaving the arms exposed. But as she was also wearing long glove serving as sleeves only the upper part of her arm was left uncovered, where the slave mark had been tattooed. To complete the look, the dress was extremely short giving a hint of her underwear with every movement. Lastly sexy high socks covered her thighs.
"It finally arrived huh. It suits you even better than what I expected," commented Corantin once he was done admiring the view.
"We'll have to test out the wards on it as soon as possible, master."
"Yes, indeed I guess we'll start with this during this afternoon training. But first I think we must check our trainee first."
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Several hours after her deflowering, Vallerie woke up in her cell. She observed herself and saw that she was still naked, but her body had seemingly been cleaned while she slept. She felt strange although she had just slept naked in a stone basement, she did not feel cold at all. She surmised this prison must be surrounded in a ward to protect its occupants from cold.
What an extravagant apparatus for a gaol.
Still, it did not bring her much ease, while she apparently did not have to fear catching a cold, it did nothing to stop the discomfort she felt from being forced naked permanently.
She looked at her surrounding, she saw a large chain extending from the collar at her neck towards the back wall, but fortunately it was the only apparatus limiting her movement as the bracelets and anklets suppressing her magic were not attached. She cautiously did not try to remove them even though they were only made from leather, she suspected them to be enhanced with magic or to trigger some sort of trap had she tried.
She then noticed food and wine that had been left for her. Feeling hungry she did not hesitate to consume everything sating her needs. She did fear this new serving of food had been spiked like she suspected the last one had been. Still between filling her stomach and have the potion forced down her throat, she felt like it was an easy choice. Her needs satisfied, she sat on the mat and waited.
