A Princess For Auction: Chapter 5, The Swallow
The first thing that struck me was how busy everything was. I had entered some sort of servants quarter, with several workmen making their way all over the place, ignoring me completely as I stumbled ahead without knowing where to go. Most of the others had already dropped off whatever they were carrying, and passed me swiftly on their way out to get more.
Steam welled out of a brightly lit kitchen area, where several chefs stood over boiling water and sizzling pans, preparing stews, noodles and roast dishes. The smells of caramelizing onions, ale and meat was enough to make my mouth water as I slipped quietly along a paneled, wood wall, trying to make it look as if I belong.
Probably need to get out of sight before anyone takes notice. I mulled over my options for a few moments, until suddenly, two girls walked in through a nearby door, hurrying along on bare feet in a way that made their large breasts bounce inside their small uniforms.
They were wearing lavender strips of cloth, wrapped around their torso in a revealing manner, and as a long, flowing garment in front of their lower parts. Each of them had the typical iron collar of someone's worker. The same as I had seen clasped around the necks of the girls in the auction.
"Ale's for booth sixteen, and the purple spine pork's for twenty-nine!" One of the chefs, wearing a large, white, apron covered in brown stains, threw down a plate of roasted meats, gravy and yellow carrots. "And a bit quicker now! There's people outside in line getting their orders taken. You'll either serve 'em grub, or you'll service 'em in the booths once they're seated!"
The girls paled and rushed to pick up the food and drink. Their young-looking faces set in panicked determination as they split the two orders and walked out the same way they came in.
I put down the sack, looked to see if anyone was paying attention, before walking after them.
The door closed softly behind me, leaving me in a dimly lit hallway, separated from a larger room by a curtain of beads that swayed after the girls had walked through it. I knew that this was probably my best bet in trying to find the girl, Alessa. But I still wished that I was anywhere else. My heart felt like it was about to burst through my chest.
"-I know, I know, but the menu says fifteen minutes for a quart of a silver. Am I supposed to wait for my ale and pay for the pleasure, all the while-" An agitated voice washed over from a nearby seating area as the beaded curtain parted and I walked into what looked like the main area of the lounge.
It was a strange sight.
Wooden panels stood between small enclosures, with a deep one-seater couch and a small table placed to the side in each of them. With the dim, orange-tinted lanterns that shone in each of the so-called booths, they were like islands in a sea of dark, where staff and customers were forced to navigate with little to no light.
"A quart is for the third tier girls, Sir. You can get second tier with the serving time built in if you go for an hour or more. But those are half a silver per fifteen minutes. But, there's a great offer on-" Another man answered the annoyed customer. But his voice faded as I tried to avoid people as much as I could and instead made my way, carefully, in between the myriads of booths. Most of which had someone sitting in them.
"Ghluhh! Ghluuhk! Uunnghlgluh! Ghhll... ghluh gluh glugh lugh glllu... Mmmmnnuuppphh! Glhuhgl! Glhuglukglukhglukh!" I froze at the strange sounds, staring into a nearby booth marked with a brass number. Thirty-five.
With my eyes so blinded and unaccustomed to the dark, I hadn't spotted the lithe shape of the girl sitting on the floor in front of a black-bearded patron. She had pale skin and long, braided, chestnut-brown hair. Her body was small, and was -like my own- that of a girl in their later school-going years. But unlike me, she had tiny, firm breasts, more like that of other girls our age. Her blue outfit however, was something I would never even dream of wearing. It was so revealing that its thin strip of cloth could barely be called an outfit at all. It was the same kind as the girls had been wearing in the auction.
The patron was a light-green orc with coarse body hair sprouting across his wide chest. He leaned back in his seat, and I could see that he was sporting a rough tunic and wool pants, as well as an unbuckled leather chest piece. The same kind I had seen used by the mercenaries. Now that I had gotten a bit more used to the poor lighting I could suddenly see every detail.
And my emerald eyes flared wide open at the sight of it.
The orc had his trousers pulled down and stretched between his ankles, baring himself to the young brunette in front of him.
Her thin arms were locked behind her back with iron manacles, and a leather contraption was strapped around the lower part of her face, following the shape of her jaw. It secured a thin, brass ring inside her mouth, forcing it open to what looked like a painful degree. And another chain, as thick as the one between her arms, ran from her collar and down to the floor, keeping her from getting up on her feet.
"Aaaaahhhhh... Fuuuuck..." The orc moaned deeply as his huge, green hands engulfed the tiny girl's head. His fingers dug in between her waves of long hair. Between his legs hung something wrinkled and heavy.
His ballsack.
It was something I had only ever seen before on the occasional animal, never on a man or an orc. And it pressed into the glistening, wet chest of his girl. Above it was a fat, green length. Bulging and with strings of slobber running down it.
It ran all the way up to the brunette's mouth.
My heart felt like it had stopped inside my chest as I stared with ice-cold shock at the scene happening in front of me.
Is this... is this why they buy the workers...? I felt stupid for not understanding what was probably obvious to anyone else.
"Ghluhk...gh- ghluuaaaa..." The orc pulled up the brunette's head, slipping out the upper two inches of his cock from her small mouth with an audible smack, revealing a purplish green, crowning bulb. A cockhead. It was smeared in something white and frothing, mixed with saliva.
Her puffy, red face was smudged with blackened stripes of makeup and tears, with a clear bubble of slime extending from one of her nostrils.
The orc hummed something under his breath and started to loosen her mouth ring. It clacked against her teeth as it came out.
"...uhn..." The girl seemed confused for a moment, but didn't speak. Then her eyes widened as she saw the orc lift out another strap, this one with a different brass instrument on it. Instead of a ring it was two v-shaped constraints that he started to force into her her mouth by pulling the leather taut behind her head. The v's covered her back teeth and were connected together with a bent brass rod that went down beneath her tongue.
