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[bindingeagle]

He shouldered his ax. "Well, that's the shift for today. Let's head back to the tavern and see what the others managed to get into."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Sounds good," she said, getting up and placing her hand on her hilt.

 

[bindingeagle]

The tavern held its usual rowdy atmosphere, between the wenching, drinking, and roughhousing. Geoff pulled them up a table and got turkey dinners for them. "Got any plans this evening?" he asked them.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Not really," she said, shrugging. "Do you, hon?" she asked Isep.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I sure don't," she said. "I'm completely free," she said suggestively.

 

[celestialdragon]

"That we are," she said, smiling.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I am, too," said Geoff. "Let's drink and get ourselves a slave girl. Your pick."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Hmm. . . " Al'ika said, leaning back in her seat as her eyes scanned the slaves.

 

[bindingeagle]

There were any number of beautiful ones, humans, dwarves, elves, the lot.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika finally spotted an Elf-woman, and her jaw dropped. The woman, even with her hair sheared, was drop dead gorgeous, and her wheat blonde hair was already growing out rather well. She had a fantastic womanly figure, while still keeping the slender and willow like movements of Elf-kind. Her pale skin was soft, and her green eyes sparkled, even in this dank hole of despair that the slaves lived in.

"Her," she whispered, pointing her out to Isep and Geoff.

 

[bindingeagle]

"She'll do nicely," he said, signalling to the barkeep. "Send us over Cockrider," he said. Soon she was kneeling at their feet, staring at the floor. "Where do you want to do this, ladies?" he asked, forcing their plaything to lick his boots while they waited.

 

[celestialdragon]

"My room's as good of a place as any," she said, standing up. "Shall we?"

 

[bindingeagle]

"We shall," he said, dragging Cockrider by the back of the neck with them. He threw her into the room and locked the door behind the four of them. "What do we do with her first?"

 

[celestialdragon]

"Hmm. . . I'd say gentlemen first, since you're the only one here," Al'ika said.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I just had my fun in the tavern, and besides, I want to see how you ladies work," he said. "You did such a fine job with Pigwoman.

 

[celestialdragon]

"She shouldn't be giving us much trouble, will you?" she asked the beautiful Elven woman, trailing her fingers down her back.

 

[bindingeagle]

"No, Mistress," she demured,making sure not to look any of her captors in the face.

 

[celestialdragon]

"So well behaved," Al'ika purred, still stroking her hair. She looked at Isep. "Want to help?" she asked.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I won't say no," she said, grabbing the slave by the chin. "Where do you want to start?"

 

[celestialdragon]

"Hmm. . . Well, she's promised to be a good girl," she said, purring. "So. . . hon, why don't you undress and let her pleasure you some?"

 

[bindingeagle]

Isep smiled and laid back on the bed, exposing herself to the room. "You decide how she does me, I like to be surprised," she said, giggling.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Alright," she said. She reached up and whispered in the slave's ear. "Go eat her out, and eat her good," she said.

 

[bindingeagle]

Cockrider crawled up and began to lick Isep with all the sylvan grace ehe could muster, bringing her to moans in a matter of minutes. From the back. Al'ika could see that she had her name tattooed over her ass and on her shoulders to whoever was fucking her could tell who it was.

 

[celestialdragon]

"That's it, good girl," she murmured, watching her. "How are you doing, honey?" she asked.

 

[bindingeagle]

"Lovely," she gasped. "Don't you think you should do something for such a good little girl?"