Serpent's Tooth

[Cherubian]

Verialyn stepped even closer to him and wrapped her slender fingers around his impressive pillar, to carefully gauge his hardness. She was not disappointed. Some men with such enormously large genitals were overburdened by their own size and unable to reach a full erection, but Quomor definitely was not among them.

So as her hand squeezed him lightly, she smiled at him and whispered "So far I am satisfied with what you have shown. I would like to purchase you, but I hear your current owner has another bidder, some probably lonely and elderly widow. If you would prefer to be with me instead, then maybe you might have a hint on how I could get on the merchant's good side and maybe lower the price?" She put centuries of practice to good use as her delicate finger tips softly worked his length while she spoke.

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There were no more whispers behind the clothes stand had completely ceased. One of the boys just silently moved his lips, and even without extensive lipreading practice Phyliss could make out an admiring "Oh Fuck!"

 

[Belinda35]

Quomor nearly smiled a bit, as he felt the gentle fingers caressing his giant beast. "Ohhh... I think... the trader made the wido up to push the price. He is tricky, but..." suddenly the slaves head turned red and he started to cough and jerk.


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Phyliss changed her position. She turned around and watched herself in the mirror, while she pushed up the dress again, this time revealing both boots, and she leaned back and raised her legs a bit into the air, balancing just at her butt. Yet she had her body enough under control to stand firm in that position, just moving her lower legs and her snakes, while the rest of her body was firm like marble.

 

[Cherubian]

Quomors sudden strange behavior could have two reasons. Either he was about to unload, or someone else had joined them in the tent - although Verialyn had not heard the tent flap moving.

Nevertheless, to cover all bases she quickly pointed his enormous tool away from her, while checking the complete tent with a glance over her shoulder.

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Suddenly there was a loud crash behind her, and it could not be missed in the mirror that the clothes stand behind her had been toppled over, spilling its precious contents on the floor. One of the boys lay flat on his stomach, with a look of utter surprise on his face - and one of his hands suspiciously buried beneath himself, while the other, with some flailing of his arms, had managed to stay on his feet.

The owner of the store was already rushing towards the center of that commotion.

 

[Belinda35]

Quomor calmed down a little and said "Ohh, nothing..probably just left from an infection I once caught in that brothel. Cough cough."

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Phyliss just raised an eyebrow and put her feet down. She said nothing yet, she was more curious about what would happen next.

 

[Cherubian]

Since Verialyn herself was not a human and therefore immune to all these nasty diseases, this did not bother her too much per se, but it was interesting nevertheless, in particular in potential negotiations with the merchant.

"Oh, poor you" As if to comfort him she pulled his free hand up to her other breast, while her other hand continued with its soft caress. "That is a sad tale. Please tell me more about these leftovers. Will they affect your ability to perform?"

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The store owner was rather rustic in his methods. He pulled the one boy unceremoniously to his feet by grabbing his ear, while he already started yelling at the other one, accusing him of ruining the merchandise and disturbing the customers, and threatening him to deduct any damage done from their wages.

 

[Belinda35]

"Oh, not really, I think. But maybe... it coul. Who knows?" he shrugged, while his enourmous cock was still erect.

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"Oh-oh..." she stood up and smiled, while she put her delicate hand on the owners arm. "Don 't be to harsh to them. We all make mistakes, don' t we?"
She lashed her eyes.

 

[Cherubian]

"Well, in that case maybe a healer can help you. But was there something else you wanted to tell me about the merchant before we were interrupted, or was that it?"

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First it seemed that the owner had not even noticed her, so absorbed was he in his tirade. But finally some lone synapse in his brain managed to get the attention of the central lobe, and he apruptly froze and went quiet. After a second his head jerked around towards her, and he seemed surprised again. All he could utter for now was a primitive "huh?"

 

[Belinda35]

Quomor nearly made a sighting sound. "Forget the illness. The trader, yes, is a trader. Buys cheap, sells dear. As long, as no one can prove him there is a flaw in his ...goods." Quomor straightened. "Cough."


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Phyliss kept smiling, and kept her hand at his arm. "Please forgive this boys. Probably the first time they saw a gorgon. Did you see many gorgons in your life? Maybe they were just afraid of me. You aren't afraid of me, are you?"

 

[Cherubian]

"Well, in this case the proof would be quite audible. But most likely a suspicion is enough to make him more agreeable." With these words she reached up and carefully removed his hands from her boobs. "If things go as planned there will be ample opportunity for you to play with them. I hope you would like that, would you? But now I must talk with your current owner."

Giving him one last smile Verialyn headed for the exit, stepped outside and started to look for the merchant.

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The merchant quickly regained his composure. "Oh no mylady, I am of course not afraid of you. Or should I be?" He visibly calmed down as he spoke, the businessman overriding the maniac within him. He let what she said sink in for a bit, before he turned to the boys again, but calm now, and spoke.

"You are fortunate that the lady has spoken in your favor. And since I will not refuse a customers wish I will be lenient in this. But please try to get that stand in order quickly. Agreed?"

The relief was visible on the boy's faces, and they nodded eagerly and immediately got to work, but not before stealing one more glance at the gorgon, now from close up.

 

[Belinda35]

The merchant was sitting nearby. There were probably some more customers having a close look in the tents. "Aha--have you inspected the slaves..qualities? I am sure you should be content with them."

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Phyliss gave the boys a smile, while she gathered her cape and put it onto her shoulders again. "What a nice shop you have. I am not always treated so well as in here."

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn walked up to him and, after checking that no one was eavesdropping on them, replied with a mask of friendliness "Well, some of his qualities were definitely satisfactory. His little disease, however... Do your customers know of the condition of your goods?"

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The boys could just nod in silence as they continued to pick up the clothes from the floor, while the shop owner replied "It has been my pleasure. I hope you will visit us again soon..."

 

[Belinda35]

"Disease? All my ware is free from disease, of course. I would kill them, if they had, just to take care that they do not infect customers and other slaves. What are you hinting at?"

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"Oh, I might. I really love this set of boots, very unusual in color and shape. Did you chose them?" she put her feet on the stool again, and lited her dress a little, just enough to reveal the boot.

 

[Cherubian]

"Aren't we a little harsh right now?" Verialyn had severe doubts about the sincerity of his instant-kill procedure. It would be a lot more profitable for the merchant to simply have his merchandise healed and still sellable than to terminate them and completely loose out on the profit.

"You know, poor Quomor in there has occasional fits of quite a nasty cough, and he has told me a bit about his previous medical history. I am quite sure if any rich widows should know about this they would very suddenly loose their interest in him. But since he is such a nice person and I feel generous today I would be willing to take that burden off you. For a fair price, of course."

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The merchant very intently followed each of Phyliss' moves, but besides that showed no outward signs that the gorgon's show had affected him in any way. Which was to be expected, after all this was definitely not the first beautiful woman who had displayed her ankle for him.

Instead he calmly and politely commented. "Oh these, yes they are from one of the more experimental shoemakers in the city. It was a bit of a risk purchasing them, as such exquisite taste that would appreciate them are rare, but since we pride ourselves on the diversity of our wares I just spontaneously decided to take them. And if it helped to satisfy mylady, I am very glad I made that decision."

 

[Belinda35]

"This sounds rather suspicious to me, I must say... I will have a look." The trader marched into the tent. "Say, what is it I hear about your illness? Are you diseased or not? Speak, or I shall have you beheaded right away!"

Qumor looked at the trader, showing no facial expression. "I had an infection many years ago, but it was healed. Sadly my longs had been damaged. But it is not a problem at all, as long as I do not have an erection."

"No problem? No problem? What use are you cripple, if you can't have an erection?" the trader beated onto the slave with his cane. Qumor did not dodge or say anything; the cane was more decorative and did no real harm.

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"Take it or leave it." thought Phyliss. "I am happy to see someone who has taste." she said, then she looked over to the tent, to see if Verialyn was still busy testing the slave. "Oh, will your boys please pack up my other boots and my dress i came here with? I like to keep the new things right on."

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn steadied the slave merchant's arm with a firm grip. "Now now, there is no need for violence, is there?" she had remembered that amongst Phyliss repertoire as a mage were some healing spells, and she was sure Quomor had not been deemed worthy of magical treatment before.

"So, what are you going to do with him now? Maybe I can relieve you of that burden, even without anything leaking out about the condition of some of your wares?"

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"Of course mylady. Would you require the aid of a servant to carry your belongings to your lodgings?" As he said this he motioned to one of the boys, who immediately started packaging up her old boots and dress.

 

[Belinda35]

The trader seemed to dislike Verialyns behave, but he pulled himself together and stopped beating Quomor. "Allright, I am willing if you pay me just the 300, and I will find something else for Madame x."



"That would be most kind." Phyliss paid and gave him the adress of Flavius. Then she said goodby and started to walk over to the tent.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn started to smile. "Well, 300 gold were an appropriate price for a properly functioning slave. I doubt anyone would be willing to pay that much for Quomor in his current condition, and most definitely not Madame X if she indeed had the specific wishes you previously mentioned. You will have to find someone else for her anyways.

If you really want to terminate him, then you get nothing. So 100 gold pieces would sound like a good deal to me" The 100 gold pieces were what she had in mind to be the usual price of a labor slave, albeit one a little more muscular then Quomor. It was more than that soddy merchant deserved, but she was willing to pay a little extra to make sure poor Quomor would no longer have to suffer from him. She felt something akin to pity for the poor guy now, although she was careful to hide that.

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As Phyliss approached the tent she could make out the calm voice of her friend, and the not quite as calm voice of a man she did not recognize.

 

[Belinda35]

Quomor saw Phyliss aproaching from far and said "Madam, I see you are really a collector."
"Shut up, impertinent fool..." the trader slapped Quomor over the mouth with a leather strap hanging from his cane, which made a smacking sound, but left no traces. Then he said more quietly: "If this is indeed your gorgon, I can make you a good price for her and you get Quomor for free."

Phyliss saw that the trader hit the ugly slave, but she had not understood what they said. Probably a foul remark by the slave that had to be punished. An ugly, foul speaking slave. Did verialynn really want to waste her money? She should have bought some decent clothes instead. After all, that was her problem. She walked on, until she got close.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn leaned in very close, such that the tip of her nose was less than an inch away from his, and while her face was an expression of genuine friendliness she replied in an even more hushed voice.

"No, this gorgon is not my property, but instead a good friend of mine. A friend who very much dislikes the concept of her kind being enslaved or otherwise treated badly by humans. Should I negligently let it slip what you just had suggested to me you would have more problems on your hands than you can handle.

I might forget what you just said, though, if you agree to leave me the property rights on Quomor for ... ten gold pieces."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss reached the group just as Verialynn said something about 10 goldpieces. This sounded like a reasonable offer to her. She had spent much, much more today, but she got some really extraordinary boots, a very elegant dress and a matching cape for that, but... well maybe he could carry the suitcases.

"Oh, well.." the trader smiled very false at her and the gorgon. "Let us say 25, and we call it a deal."

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn did not feel like haggling anymore, and 25 gold pieces was a definite improvement to the 300 or more that had previously been up for debate, so mimicking the traders smile she said "25 if you throw in a set of plain clothing and some sandals" She simply had no inclination to do any shopping for his clothes.

 

[Belinda35]

The trader bowed politely to Phyliss as she arrived at the group.
"Sure, there are some clothes leftover. Quomor, go and get them, you know who hands them out."
Quomor said nothing, turned around and walked into one of the tents.

 

[Cherubian]

"Ah my dear" Verialyn greeted Phyliss "you have come just in time, and as usual it is a pleasure to have you at my side" If there was any double meaning in that sentence Verialyn was good at hiding it. "We have ourselves a new servant" she added as she counted out the 25 coins for the merchant.

It did not take long until Quomor returned - now dressed in some plain but funtional garb - and the three were under way. Verialyn began chatting with her friend as hr new slave trotted after them "But now I need your fashion advice. For tonight I need something simple that will mask me as someone of not so high station, but still accentuates my ... physical advantages."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss just wanted to tell what she thought of Verialyns latest purchase, as it came back from the tent. She just shut her mouth in time, because she realized it would have been cruel to talk before the slave what she thought of him.
Ao she took alook at her friend. "You would need a skirt, not to long and not to short, best just a bit longer then knee length. Brown boots, a blouse and a bodice with strings, maybe a scarf as well."

 

[Cherubian]

"Hmm, that does sound good. But since it is summer right now, don't you think sandals would fit better than boots, and is a scarf really necessary? Ah, what am I babbling, I should just trust your judgement, you are much deeper into these things than I am."

Verialyn smiled at Phyliss and cordially put an arm around her shoulder as they walked along.