Author's Note: Progress has been slow on Chapter 10 of Rebellion, so I decided to write a quick Soiled Dove story. Hopefully this will rejuvenate me enough to finish Chapter 10. If you have any fantasies, fetishes, or other story ideas for a Soiled Dove story please let me know in the comments or through the feedback button. Enjoy!
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Heat from the torches lining the courtyard licked Jeanette's naked flesh as she stepped out from the servant's wing of the manor house. Her heart leapt as she recognized where she was. This was the townhouse of Duke Gollorn Vasper of Crovoth! The Duke was familiar at court, as his lands lay not far to the west of Ruar. Crovoth was rich in iron and skilled in smithing, so the Duke had many business interests in the capital city of Zentara. Jeanette thought she knew him well, but she never would have imagined that he would throw the kind of party that required a dozen naked girls from the Soiled Dove.
Jeanette and the eleven other women were clad only in collars, veils and cheap costume jewelry. Her veil was a deep purple, and a gold necklace with fake rubies hung low off her neck, reaching almost to the space between her breasts. A copper chain was wrapped around her stomach, and cuffs with small bells attached were placed on her wrists and ankles. The collars they wore were a heavy black iron, with a ring fastened on all four sides.
The effect was supposed to elfin, she mused. The women of the Elfish Isles wore veils which covered their faces below the nose, and tonight Jeanette was grateful for the custom. If this were the Duke of Crovoth's party, then there would doubtless be several guests whom she knew and would know her, and she would just die if she were discovered.
"The Duke wants twelve girls to act as servants for his party. Pour drinks, serve food, spread your legs, do whatever is asked! His Grace has paid a small fortune for it all and you'll be well rewarded for your time" the Madame had told them before they climbed into the covered wagon that took them through town.
Although Jeanette had frequently been naked in the Soiled Dove, she wasn't used to being naked in so public a place. Though the courtyard of the townhouse was closed off by a massive iron gate, townsfolk were already stopping to look inside and watch the nobility's festivities. The fact that her pubic hair had all been plucked to fully expose the curve of her mound and expose her vaginal lips only contributed to her feelings of exposure and vulnerability.
A soft hand cupped Jeanette's rear and gave it a gentle squeeze as she sauntered through the crowd. She half turned to the man, and the heated, needy look in his eyes set her at ease. This is just like the Soiled Dove, she thought. Only outside. But men will be men, it's always the same.
"I'd love to serve you my lord, but I've been called to serve drinks. But look for me later and I'll finish what you started!" Jeanette gave him a playful laugh and continued to the table that had been set up with refreshments. A rush of exhilaration coursed through her as she made her way through a crowd of men. Here she was, the Crown Princess of Zentara striding naked through a crowd of men, and no one was the wiser!
Jeanette grabbed two pitchers, one of wine and one of ale, and began circulating the courtyard. The crowd was mostly men of course, though she was surprised that some women were in attendance as well. Not the Duke of Crovoth's wife though, she noticed. A soft, shocking pain shot through her as spindly, warped fingers reached out to tweak her nipple and grab her breast. That's Master Frivith, Guild Master of the Smiths she thought in wonder. The ancient Master gave her a toothy, or rather, a toothless grin and held out his goblet. "Some of your honeyed nectar, lass!"
"At once, Master!"" Jeanette laughed and filled his goblet even as the old smith ran his fingers along her slit. Honeyed Nectar indeed!
Frivith looked at her in surprise. "You know who I am?" The Master Smith's fingers continued to tease along her shaven slit, idly prating the nether lips to stroke the pink flesh inside.
"I am just a simple, elfin slave girl, Master" she lied easily, "tonight all are my Masters." Jeanette licked her lips beneath the veil, hoping he wouldn't be able to notice her concern. Fortunately, he seemed more interested in her moistening cunt than the look in her eyes.
"An elfin slave girl would be a wonderful thing. I should like one or two myself, to care for me in my old age." Frivith pulled his finger from her slit and cupped her breast, rubbing it again.
She felt her juices smear on her large breast and then cool in the air, sending a slight shiver through her. She turned slightly, brushing her hip and thigh against his crotch. "Not too old Master, I hope."
"Hah! Were I even ten years younger I'd see about buying you for myself! But alas, I think I'll let the randier bucks have their turn to rut. I've mounted enough does in my day!" Frivith smacked her sharply on the ass, and turned back to one of the guests, resuming an earlier conversation.
A beefy hand signaled her over to a small table which three men were seated around. The large hand wrapped down her ass as she bent over to fill their cups and began to stroke her naked pussy from behind. Another hand reached up to knead her tit, holding it firmly enough that she couldn't stand up straight again after she was done pouring.
"So Her Highness Queen Amarice came to see me today." The sound of the voice made Jeanette freeze. That was Stephen Farling, the Lord Mayor of Ruar! And he was rubbing her cunt publically! Jeanette's labia twitched against the broad fingertips as they slid around the slick surface of her pussy.
"What did she want?" the man rubbing her tit asked.
"She wanted to know about the Princess' virtue and reputation, and whether they were in risk of being compromised by Jeanette's visits to the poorer neighborhoods of the city." Stephen's fingertips pushed upwards, so the pads brushed through her clitoral hood to stroke the nub directly.
