Pt. 06

"Ok," said Silus, sounding like he had just run up a hill and needed a breather. "That was really hot."

"Yeah it was," Ingrid said, leaning back and placing her hands on the back of her head. "Fuck."

Emma blushed. Yuna gave a short, seated bow.

"This is all very wonderful," Silus continued, "but don't Emma and Yuna now owe us a little something special?"

Emma blushed furiously and looked over at Yuna. Ingrid looked at Emma and said, "Emma? Do you consent?" Emma paused a second, then looked right at Ingrid and nodded slightly.

"Yuna?" Ingrid inquired. An excited, toothy smile erupted across Yuna's face and she nodded gleefully.

"Alright then," Ingrid said with a satisfied shrug. "The stage is yours."

Yuna leapt to her feet, pulling a slightly more reluctant Emma up by the hand.

"Come on," she said, guiding her obedient submissive down the hall and into Ingrid's room.

"Wait, what's going on in there?" Silus asked, pointing after the retreating girls.

"You'll find out," Ingrid said, shrugging again. Turning to her young friend on the floor, she asked, "Speaking of kink scenes, when is your friend going to join us, Seb?"

Seb grinned, suddenly shy. "She's on her way over, actually."

"Wait, who's on their way over?" Silus asked, suddenly nervous and excited. "We having guests?"

Ingrid nodded. "You gave her my apartment number, right? She knows to just come up and knock on the door?" Sebastian nodded in reply.

"Good," Ingrid said. "Don't think I've forgotten Ilya." Her tone was conspiratorial and laden with mysterious portents.

A full fifteen minutes passed. The friends sat and made small talk until Silus wondered out loud what the girls could be up to. Ingrid urged him to be patient, and moments later the door to her room opened and the two emerged.

Yuna held the end of a chain draped over her shoulder as she walked into the room. Behind her, making plenty of clanking sounds as she shuffled forward, came Emma. Silus' jaw dropped and Seb's expression clearly indicated he was experiencing all kinds of exciting emotions. Emma was dressed in a torn and tattered white skirt and blouse, her copious amounts of bare skin smeared with what looked like dirt. Her face was similarly decorated. Metal cuffs around her neck, upper arms, and wrists were connected by a chain, while ankle cuffs restrained her legs.

Yuna strode confidently into the living room, leading her captive, while Emma nervously glanced from face to face trying to register their reaction.

"Ta-da!" Yuna said, presenting her artwork to the group with enthusiasm. "What do you think?"

"I'm blown away," Ingrid praised. "This is so well done. Are you a costume designer?"

"I'm an enthusiastic cosplayer, if that's what you mean," Yuna replied, her wink indicating Ingrid's sarcasm wasn't lost on her.

"The match to what Kit is wearing is perfect!" Seb gushed.

"Well," Yuna replied, "that's because I made the costume first and then had Ash do that to Kit."

"Still," Silus offered. "Emma looks so good like that. The makeup is fantastic and the way you cut her skirt and blouse away is incredibly sexy."

Silus nodded in stunned silence.

"Well, my dear," Yuna said in an intentionally poor British accent, "for the moment you're my sexy little slave again." She tugged on the chain leash in her hand and Emma stumbled toward her. Reaching around with her other hand, Yuna pushed aside the tattered cloth and began groping her girlfriend's ass. Emma moaned softly.

Yuna bent down and pulled a towel from her backpack. She spread it on the floor and pulled down on the chain, forcing Emma to kneel on the towel. "This is to keep you from getting makeup on Ingrid's nice rug."

Emma looked down at her body as she helplessly pulled at her restraints, producing soft clinks and clanks. The eyes of everyone in the room were trained on her vulnerable body.

"Well, with this lovely backdrop let's get back to the story, shall we?" Ingrid's suggestion was met with enthusiastic nods.

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If Kit thought getting across town to Sixto's safehouse was going to be embarrassing, she was wrong. It was downright humiliating. At the end of the alley, Ash had paused until no one was looking, then stepped confidently out into the street. The chain to Kit's neck promptly went taut and Kit was pulled out after her. Sixto brought up the rear, scanning every inch of their surroundings for signs they were being watched.

I: Make a perception check for me, Silus.

Si: I'm on it. [Rolls]. Hmm, 21!

I: Ok, then. I'll keep that in mind as we go forward.

It's safe to say that Ashara and Kit'seneth drew every eye on every single street they went down. Ashara's black leather corset and boots were suddenly twice as eye-catching as before, and she noticed many, if not most, of the people they passed eyeing her up and down with a sense of deference and respect. She held the chain to Kit's collar draped lazily over one shoulder, and her calm, confident smile endowed her with an aura of power.

I: I want you to make an intimidation check, Yuna.

Y: Intimidation?! Oh, yay! I'm good at these. [Rolls]. 24!

I: Damn. Ok, yeah.

Having a sexy captive stumbling along in chains behind her certainly added to the aura, and the people of Tristanfell generally gave them a wide berth as they walked. The spectacle may have kept them at arm's length, but it didn't discourage gawking; and look they did. Kit couldn't look at anyone without finding eyes staring back at her. Mostly, people wore looks of surprise and curiosity, and Kit couldn't blame them--though slaves were allowed in Tristanfell, it wasn't every day that someone got dragged practically naked through the streets of the city in chains. Kit secretly hoped that all this attention would work to their favor, because this was the opposite of slipping by unnoticed.

Not only was their disguise not designed to blend in with a crowd, Ash was leading them through the busiest streets in town. From the rather lonely side street they had entered as they exited the alley, each had gotten more heavily trafficked until Kit recognized to her horror that they were approaching the market district at the heart of the city. By now the day was well under way and the place was crowded with tourists and locals alike, running errands or sampling the fine things this jewel of the Sunshine Coast had to offer.

Likely none of them had been expecting 'sexy elf slave' to be part of the day's exotic offerings, but there they were--a cocky tiefling dressed in black and white leading a shackled slave by the neck right down the main thoroughfare. Sixto kept 30 feet back, pretending to be unaffiliated with the provocative duo in front of him and watching the crowd for signs of recognition or trouble. So far, though, all he registered were looks of disapproval, curiosity, and lust.

"Hey missus," came a call from Kit's left. She turned her head anxiously to see a tall hafling man leaning against the sturdy wood frame of a series of permanent vendor stalls. Seeing his cocksure manner, her fearful expression quickly transitioned to one of disdain. "How much for your pretty little slave?"

Hearing a random stranger label her Ashara's little slave made something churn deep in Kit's belly. To her surprise, however, Ash turned and stopped. Tethered by the short leash, Kit stopped as well. "Far more than you could afford, that's for sure," Ash replied, her voice dripping with condescension. Abruptly, she pulled on the chain in her hand.

I: Make a dexterity saving throw, Emma.

E: Oh, great. Thanks, Yuna. Watch me fall on my face in the middle of the marketplace. Here goes nothing... [rolls]. 11?

I: Good enough to avoid falling on your face. However...

Surprised, Kit stumbled forward, nearly crashing into Ash but managing to keep her feet. The chains binding her clinked loudly and her breasts bounced wildly as she struggled to maintain balance. As she straightened up again, Ash looked back at her with an amused expression. Kit gave her a "what the fuck?" look, and Ash said quietly, "Good. You're supposed to loathe me, you know. I captured you and brought you all the way here in chains to sell you to the highest bidder."

Kit responded with a sarcastic twist of her mouth and Ash laughed. Just then, Kit noticed Ash's eyes drop to her chest. She followed her gaze to find that her stumbling had tossed her shredded blouse a bit, leaving her left breast completely bare and her nipple exposed. Kit's cheeks flushed bright red. There was no way to cover it without shaking her breasts about and hoping it didn't make things worse. Looking up from her exposed boob, Kit saw pure delight in her friend's face.

Y: [Reaches over to expose Emma's left boob].

E: Hey!

Y: I'm just roleplaying.

E: You are the absolute worst.

Si: Gods, I love kinky DnD.

The cat caller saw it, too. "How much for a quickie, then?" he rejoined. "I'll do her in the ass--no mess, no problem. Easy money for you."

Whatever was brewing in Kit's gut churned again. Suddenly, she felt not only exposed and on display, but vulnerable. Kit was terribly aware in the moment that Ash could, if she wanted, pimp out any of her holes to anyone who wanted to use them. There was literally nothing she could do to stop her, shackled and bare as she was. She trusted Ash, of course, but was painfully aware that she was completely at her mercy.

"Fuck off," Ash said, continuing her way through the market.

Kit looked away from the horny halfling but couldn't stop watching the people watching her. Among the crowd she noticed a teenage girl staring at her, wide-eyed.

Oh, shit, Kit thought to herself. What a great formative experience I'm handing her this morning. 'Your body is valued for how slender, bare, and submissive it is.' You could be a desirable slave one day, too!

But the faces changed too quickly for Kit to dwell on anyone for long. Among the surprised gawkers she saw plenty of disapproving looks and people shaking their heads. Kit understood that slavery for economic labor was forbidden here, so all of the Sunshine Coast's slaves were for domestic service. Their high cost made them the exclusive preserve of the ultra wealthy, and as such Kit knew that most of those who saw this exotic procession assumed she would be sold as a fuck toy for some rich noble. She couldn't tell if those shaking their heads disapproved of slavery or if they were simply being moralistic (or jealous). On several faces Kit saw open lust as she shuffled past in her skimpy rags.

Minute after minute dragged by as Kit shuffled along and the city of Tristanfell checked out her barely clad body. She was starting to think Ash wasn't leading them to a safe house at all and this was actually an elaborate prank when hard voices, laden with authority, rang out in front of them.

"Halt!"

A stone sank to the bottom of Kit's stomach. They were going to have an altercation, she just knew it, and here she was, already chained up and ready for capture. She would be a giant liability in any fight, she knew.

Where is Sixto?

A human woman with chocolate skin and numerous braids of dark hair cascading down her back approached, flanked by two others. She wore the breastplate and regalia of the City Watch and held a sturdy spear in one hand, its butt resting on the cobblestone street. She wielded an aura of authority and she regarded Ash coolly.

Si: Ingrid, do I get the sense, based on my perception check earlier, that this is an ambush by City Watch bought and paid by the syndicate? Or is this a routine stop?

I: Make an insight check!

Si: Oh boy... [rolls]. 18.

I: Naw, seems pretty straightforward. As far as you can tell.

Si: Ok. Sixto will hang back and pray Ash can lie her way out of this.

"What is this?" the officer demanded.

Ash cocked an eyebrow. "You mean to tell me you can't recognize a slave when you see one dressed in rags and chained up?" She turned and looked Kit over for dramatic effect as she said this.

Unfazed, the officer continued her interrogation. "Is this slave registered with the city?"

"Of course."

I: You're gonna have to make a deception check at this point, Yuna.

E: Oh, great. She's gonna know we're lying and then we'll all go to jail.

Si: You're already chained up and ready to go, too.

E: You don't need to remind me.

I: What did you get?

Y:... 9.

Ash said it without missing a beat, but the officer didn't buy it. She raised an eyebrow, took a step forward, and held out her off-hand. "Show me."

Y: Does Ash get the sense this officer is affiliated with the Mimtopo family?

I: Good question! Roll insight.

Y: 12.

I: Hmm. Hard to say for sure. It's a decent guess, I'll give you that much.

"For that," Ash replies, cool as a spring breeze, "you'll have to speak with Master Mimtopo."

The officer froze. She didn't take a step back or withdraw her hand, but the effect was immediate. Ash had put her on her back foot.

Sb: Nice work, Yuna!

Y: Thanks, Seb! I can't wait for your scene, by the way.

Sb: Me too [winks].

"Explain the meaning of that," the officer replied, her voice icy cold.

"I just sold him this slut." Ash jerked her head in Kit's direction. "The papers are with him."

"Then why is the 'slut' still with you?" She spoke slowly, venomous intent behind each word.

Ash smiled knowingly and chuckled. "Because," she began, allowing a long pause for dramatic effect. "The slave is not to be delivered until after Lady Mimtopo departs on business tomorrow. I've been instructed to hold onto her until then."

I: Nice story, Yuna! Make a persuasion check.

Y: Oh man, here goes nothing [rolls]. Damnit! 7.

I: Aw, sorry love. Put that die in the dice jail. It has betrayed you one time too many tonight.

"Is that so?" The officer's body language indicated she wasn't buying it. "Then why didn't the Master Mimtopo simply wait to purchase this pair of tits until then?" She nodded in Kit's direction and Kit blushed again, painfully aware of her exposed breast and the lustful eyes of the grinning guards flanking the officer.

So I'm 'this pair of tits' then, huh?

Y: Fuck yeah, you are. [Tweaks Emma's nipple].

E: [Moans in surprise and pleasure]. Hey!

"Simple," Ash retorted, reaching back to tweak Kit's exposed nipple, eliciting a surprised gasp of pleasure. "Tits this nice aren't for sale very often. I was looking to offload the goods today. Master Mimtopo didn't want to lose out on a rare opportunity."

The officer placed her off-hand on her hip, looking unconvinced.

"But don't take my word for it. If you want proof, by all means let's head to the Mimtopo compound and settle this with the Master himself."

I: Make an intimidation check!

Y: Come on, new d20! Don't you fail me, too! [Rolls]. Dirty 20!

The smugness evaporated from the officer's face at once, replaced swiftly with anger. Ash's grin widened.

"Move along! Move along!" Ash winked at the officer as she dragged Kit past her. The officer stared at Ash with a cold fury but said nothing.

When they were safely out of ear shot, Kit asked, "How did you know to make up that story? It sounded pretty specific." She kept her gaze down and tried to keep her expression miserable and despairing as she spoke.

"That?" Ash waved a hand airily. "That was nothing. Just city politics, that's all. The Mimtopo family is one of the most powerful, almost certainly the most wealthy. I guessed that guard owed her post to Master Mimtopo's patronage and wouldn't want to risk ruining that relationship on the chance that I wasn't bluffing. It's widely known that Master Mimtopo has a harem, and equally well known that Lady Mimtopo hates it. That's not the kind of thing a careerist soldier wants to stick their fingers into."

"I imagine," Kit said. For the next several minutes as she shuffled along, Kit imagined herself as a sex slave in a powerful merchant's harem. She was glad this was all an elaborate charade, but in her current state it was easy to visualize. The fantasy stirred an odd, erotic energy; Kit felt it in her nipples, her pussy, and behind her belly button--a delicious frustration that made her want to rub her thighs together. For a moment, parts of her wished she actually was on her way to join this guy's harem.

Wow. I need to figure this out.

Kit shuffled on in her bound and ragged state, attracting every gaze in the city, for some minutes more. Then, when Kit thought she was going to die of humiliation, Sixto caught up with them and said, in a low voice, "We're almost there. Turn right at the intersection ahead, then follow me."

It was now late morning and the main streets of Tristanfell were bustling. And everywhere they went, everyone turned to look at the sexy, chained-up elf slave being led by the domineering Tiefling. Kit tried to keep her eyes down, but every now and again she couldn't resist the desire to see what the townspeople thought of her. Most of the looks were some variation of horror, shock, disapproval, or pity. So when she saw recognition on one onlooker's face, Kit tensed.

The game's up! I've been spotted! cried a panicked inner voice. Then, a moment later, Kit realized that she recognized this person, too. Staring back at her with an expression of disbelief on her face was a young human female--strawberry blonde hair cut in a cute bob framing a pale face with freckles. Kit had seen this very girl stare at her before--with the same stunned, open lust on her face no less.

E: Do I remember who this is?

I: Make a history check for me!

E: Umm, I can't. My hands and arms are bound...

I: That's an excellent point! You look so hot, by the way.

E: [Blushes]. Thanks.

Y: I'll roll for her! [Rolls without waiting for approval]. 14?

I: Yeah, you know who this is.

It was the girl from the Kra'koa swamp who had been robbed alongside the two halfling merchants. The one who had spent the entire conversation with the Kra'koa king staring at Kit's tits.

Oh, dear goddess, Kit breathed, breaking eye contact and feeling a wave of embarrassment crash over her. Somehow, despite having been dragged through the busiest parts of town in chains, Kit managed to blush deeply. As she, Ash, and Sixto turned up the side street away from the main thoroughfare, Jessica continued to stare, openmouthed.