Next chapter will most likely skip forward in time, because the story is getting repetitive. So the next one will probably advance the story a lot. Though I wouldn't say this one is entirely skippable. Just... familiar.
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When I woke up that morning, I felt something push against my lips. Still half asleep and with my eyes shut, I let it slide into my mouth. It was warm and smooth, yet hard. I started sucking on it out of sheer habit, and when I opened my eyes I saw Bologal's abs close to my face and her dick shoved into my mouth.
I flinched, but just a little since I wasn't really surprised.
Bologal was sitting on my chest, her weight pushing me into the bed and making it hard to breathe. She moved her hips back and forth, fucking my throat.
I sucked harder on her cock, trying to move my head to match her thrusts despite my lying position.
Soon she picked up the pace, and I felt the back of my head painfully slam against the wall behind me with every thrust. She moaned loudly as I felt her cock slide deep down my throat and back out over and over again.
Eventually she filled my throat with hot cum, pulling out her cock while moaning from her orgasm.
She looked down at me and chuckled when seeing my still mildly surprised face. "If you want more control, make sure to wake up first. Otherwise I'll just take what I want from you while you sleep."
That was an unpleasant thought. Had she done this before? No, there's no way I'd sleep through that.
"Get up, slave," Bologal said. "The breakfast won't eat itself."
She climbed off me, finally letting me breathe normally, and we both got out of bed. Then she put on my collar and headed for the door.
Breakfast was rather uneventful. I was allowed to eat without pleasuring Bologal first and my appetite had returned. The only notable thing was when Ebba, who was sitting far away from me, looked at me while making gestures meant to look like she was giving a blowjob. Then she giggled to herself.
How long until she got bored of teasing me for my role as sex slave?
Later that day, when Bologal had me pressed against a wall while pounding my ass, a bandit showed up.
"The king's men are here to collect silver," he said and then ran back the way he came.
Bologal pulled out with a groan. "Guess I have to show those idiot bandits how much I'm willing to give up," she muttered.
"I can help," I said and turned away from the wall to face her.
Bologal raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Just let me talk to the king's men. I'm a merchant, I know how to handle these situations."
Bologal seemed to consider it for a moment. "Alright. But if you try something stupid, you're going to the pile."
I nodded. I kept Ebba's words in mind. No thoughts on escaping if the plan isn't foolproof. And this one wasn't.
***
It felt weird wearing clothes again.
Bologal had gotten me armor to look like a guard and she was now leading me to the cave entrance.
As nice as it felt to not be naked, the armor sure was heavy. How did people walk around in these?
"I'll be standing right here. Now go," Bologal said with a warning glare.
I walked past her towards the entrance, seeing sunlight for the first time in days. It was brighter than I remembered. Almost painful.
I took a deep breath and then fixed my gaze on the king's men, standing by a wagon.
I walked over to them and handed them the pouch Bologal had given to me. The one I gave it to looked inside, seeming disappointed.
"This is it?" he asked in an angry tone. Now was my time.
"Better than nothing like last time, right?" I said. "If you want more, then go tell the king we need more workers in here!"
The two men looked suspicious. "Things seemed to go fine a while back, and you've only gotten more workers since. Just say it, the mine is drying out."
"Not at all. But the mine is getting unstable, and the risk of a tunnel falling in is keeping the workers from mining. We've already lost several in collapses! So we've got to focus more on supporting the tunnels, and guess what? You don't find a lot of silver when doing that. Though we would be done with it sooner if we had more people who could work on it."
"What do you expect us to do?" the other man asked. "We don't decide who ends up here!"
"Just go tell whoever
does
decide it that if they don't want to wait for weeks, maybe months, for better results, then they better get more friendly with the thought of sending criminals here. Alright?"
One of the men grunted. "Fine. We'll make sure that message reaches them."
Then they both got into the carriage and turned the horses around, driving off the way they came.
One of the bandit guards turned to me, looking at me with his eyes concealed by the helmet. "If this works, you've done good, kid. The keyword here is
if
, though."