This story will contain elements of non-consent, BDSM, fantasy/sci-fi anal/oral and forced sexual activity. If this is not your thing, then feel free to move on to another story. Enjoy. Feedback is appreciated.
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Damian awoke to a knock at the door. At some point during the night Alasara had rolled over and thrown her arm over him. He untangled himself gently and got out of the bed, opening the door. It was the Innkeeper with a large platter of breakfast, and a pitcher of milk.
"Thank you Goodman." Damian said, inclining his head to the Innkeeper.
"No problem M'lord. Enjoy your breakfast." The innkeeper said and then turned, heading back down the stairs to tend to any morning custom that might be waiting. The tray was laden with several slices of fried ham, a large bowl of oatmeal, and a small, warm loaf of heavy black bread, with a couple of small pots with butter, jam and syrup. He placed the platter of food on the table and went over to the bed, gently shaking Alasara awake.
"Breakfast is here. Come and eat. We have a busy day ahead of us girl." He went and sat down at the table, tearing the loaf of bread in half. He used the provided knife and fork and cut up the slice of ham, and buttered the bread. She slowly sat up, shook her head as if she was unsure of where she was and looked around. Her eyes focused on Damian and a small frown appeared on her face.
"I didn't dream last night..." She said in a small hesitant voice.
Damian looked at her curiously. "And that is unusual?"
"I've had nightmares every night since my parents were killed, sir. I am usually a very violent sleeper. I've woken with bruises on my arms and legs many times from thrashing about in my sleep." She swung her legs out of the bed, and groggily moved over towards the table.
"Well, I'm glad you slept well Alasara. Speaking of bruises, stand before me." He gestured. She walked over and stood where he indicated, next to the table. "Place your hands on the table and lean all the way over please."
She did as he asked and she raised the back of her shift, exposing her ass. He gently ran his hands over her ass cheeks and she winced slightly a couple of times, as his hands hit a sensitive spot.
"No bruising with just a bit of tenderness." He commented. She blushed slightly as his hand dipped between her legs, glancing against the lips of her pussy. His hand lingered for a moment, and her knees started to shake, almost giving out. A slight smile came to Damian's face. He gave her a light slap on her ass and motioned for her to sit in the other chair. "Now eat girl. I know you're hungry, and frankly you are going to need your energy. We've a busy day ahead of us. To start with, we need to get you reasonably outfitted to accompany me on our travels, which means riding leathers, and some decent clothing for wearing when we're in town. Oh, and a pair of good, leather boots to ride in."
They sat and ate their breakfast in silence, the two of them making quick work of the large platter of food. Alasara ate as much as Damian did, and he watched her with a small smile. She finished a large cupful of milk, wiping her lips with the back of her arm, she settled back in her chair with a small, contented sigh.
Damian rose from the table, walking over to the bed and began to get dressed. Alasara watched as he put on the leather pants, a pair of socks and the magnificent, black boots. He tucked a small dagger into a sheath built into one of the boots. He then grabbed a black silk shirt, pulling it over his head and into place. He reached down into his pack quickly and pulled out a cotton shirt and a piece of rope.
"Take off the shift Alasara." She stood and swiftly took off the flimsy garment. Damian's eyes wandered over her naked body. He stepped closer to her, and she shivered slightly. His hand came up and cupped her right breast. "Mmm... you are a pretty thing now that I've cleaned you up and fed you." His thumb and forefinger tweaked her nipple and she let out a tiny, shocked gasp that was a mixture of both pain and amazingly to her, a warm, tingling wave of pleasure that seemed to penetrate her to the center of her being. A rosy blush came to her cheeks and she stare in silent arousal at the hardwood floor.
"Hmm... well, we don't have time to explore that little noise you made just now little one. We need to get going." Damian said with a smile creeping onto his face. With that he put the shirt over her head. It hung down to just above her knees, and he used the piece of rope as a crude belt, tying it around her waist. It was soft, much nicer than the crude, homespun garments that she had worn before. It made a quite serviceable dress, even if the sleeves of the shirt were too long for her. Damian solved that by rolling up the sleeves.
"That will do for now. I guess the first stop will be to get you some foot gear. I quite like the look of my nightshirt on you. I think you can keep it for now."
With that he grabbed a belt pouch out of his pack and tied it to the thick leather around his waist, in the process he grabbed his sword and cloak. The sword was quickly attached to his belt and he buttoned the black cloak around his neck, motioning for her to head to the door. When they got downstairs Damian opened his belt pouch, and took out a silver crown, tossing it to the innkeeper. "For breakfast, I'll be back this evening."
"Thank you, M'lord."
The morning passed in a whirlwind for Alasara. Damian marched her slowly through several of the shops in town. They spent an hour at the cobbler, with Damian buying her several pairs of soft slippers for wearing indoors, a pair of sandals for everyday use about town, and having her fitted for a pair of riding boots. The cobbler told Damian that it would take two days to complete the boots.
Damian offered him an extra twenty crowns if the boots could be ready two mornings from then, as he had every intention of leaving town at that point. The cobbler agreed to the deal, saying he would work into the night if needed for the extra money, almost an extra third on top of the normal cost of the sturdy, fine riding boots. They then went to one of the main, general stores in town and Damian purchased her many of the basic needs for travelling.
He purchased her a black, oiled, canvas cloak similar to his own, a backpack, and a long dagger, along with a small, hunting sling. After that they wandered to the district that sold clothing and he bought her two pairs of light brown, leather, riding pants, and two, leather skirts and a couple of leather vests. She was astounded at the amount of money being spent to outfit her. He had spent over two gold pieces, enough for her to live on frugally for almost six months.
They stopped at a small tavern for lunch and he bought a pitcher of ale, two loaves of the heavy, rich, black bread, with several, hard boiled eggs, which they ate in a corner table. After they had eaten lunch, he again took her back to the shopping district and they spent a good part of the afternoon at the dressmakers.
She spent much of the afternoon standing naked in the back of the dressmaker's shop being measured and fitted for two dresses that Damian ordered, with two sets of nightclothes. The dressmaker was quite shocked when she asked about undergarments and Damian quite bluntly told her that the girl was not allowed to wear them at this point, as she was a convicted criminal under his wardship, and had no rights to privacy. Alasara blushed and hung her head in shame.