Chapter 23: Settling in the new life
Sunshine crept through the window announcing the arrival of a new day. Corantin was currently enjoying his usual morning service. The girls had agreed to rotate morning and night service everyday. This morning, it was Emily's turn to share his bed then wake him up. As usual when she was waking him up, she was bobbing her head between his legs.
"Your sister is settling in well into her new duties, huh?"
After she became his slave, Corantin had assigned Vallerie to help train his recruits. He did not believe she could provide much insight on cydonian tactics, nor would they require as troops so far away from the cydonian border. Still her rise to knighthood in such a short time was indicative of her talent, which he personally confirmed. As expected, she proved talented at teaching combat to the rookies.
"'es," Emily responded only briefly taking her mouth off his cock. She then jerked up. Corantin's dick slipped up from her lips as she opened her eyes wide. "Oh! Master, I have to inform you. Vallerie is not going to instruct today. She has some business in town. She will report to you when she's done."
Her message delivered she gobbled up his dick once more. She was unable to accept not letting her master blow his load before he started his day.
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Corantin was filling some of the paperwork that had piled up in the last few weeks. It was nothing like the mountains he had to go through before meeting Vallerie. He would be done with over a month of documents before midday.
This left him some much-needed time to ponder on the training he just completed. He had concluded that Emily was not the correct person to assist him in torturing his future slaves. She shown she was a great teacher to lecture on the art of servicing sexually, but she did not have a sadistic personality. Therefore, when she assisted him during sadistic training, she was not enthusiastic beyond her wish to see the woman submit to him. In short, he needed another woman to assist him in the dungeon.
The young lord had a near perfect girl in mind, but there were two issues. First, he knew coercing her like he did with Vallerie was impossible. Second, even if he could, he had no idea where the girl was currently located as he had not seen her for several years.
Emerging from his reflections, he heard the door opening and Vallerie's voice.
"Master, your lewd knight is back!" she said, jubilant.
"Oh, your business is already done? When Emily said you wouldn't supervise the drills today. I assumed it meant it would take you all day," replied Corantin.
"Oh, it was nothing like that. I was simply picking up a little surprise," teased the woman.
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"Huh! Aren't you curious, master? Or maybe you're just too busy right now?"
"Oh! No, go ahead and show it. These are no pressing matter."
Vallerie untied the strings holding the mantle she was wearing.
"Tadaaa!" she said loudly as the mantle fell on the ground.
Underneath she was wearing a new armour, well not that new but new for her. After all it was one of the old armours that had rested in the family's armoury for decades. Specifically, the bikini armour she hated so much when she first looked at it. Although it had been heavily modified. For one, it's previous user must have had a master that preferred petite figures because Vallerie should have struggled to wear the armour with her pre-enslavement measurements. Yet for now it was too big for her slightly above average size in the middle of enhancements. Then, Vallerie had her own touch added. She affixed multiples metal plates that hid her body minimally. One on each side of her hips; a small one on her right shoulder to not conceal the slave crest with a bigger one on the other. On each metal plate lay a perverted version of her former religious knight order's crest communicating the woman new priorities. Finally, gauntlets and high greaves that seductively emphasised her thighs.
