Serpent's Tooth

Verialyn moved up behind her friend, and placed her hands on the gorgon's buttocks.

"Oh, I am sure he liked your ass. You see, with the huge paws he has he was glad there was ample flesh to fill them when he groped them."

She liked the way her friend had changed, and thought it was for the better.
 
"And I thought you were the kinky slut. He has taught me that I am the one. I should have crawled on the floor and kiss his feet. But you tought me as well."
 
Verialyn stepped next to her friend and put her arm around her shoulder, looking at both of their naked forms next to each other in the mirror. She had to grin.

"You know, this almost sounds like something I would expect from a male. 'Mine is longer'. We are both some hot looking girls, able to make every guy hard in seconds, and we both have unusual ways to enjoy ourselves. No need to have some useless competition about it, now is there?"
 
Phyliss looked at their reflection. They both looked great, and to be honest, they were both stacked quite well. Verialyn did have the bigger ones, but the gorgon now saw ther her ones were really big as well, although being second.
"It's not the tits, maybe not even the snakes. It might be my demeanour that drove men away. Should I act more slutty, as the slut I really am?" She felt somehow intoxicated, as being drunk, but that was jsut the treatment she had been given. She was still on it, and wondered how long it would last.
 
Verialyn also took the time to compare their shapes. She herself was more athletic than her friend, her waist a tad slimmer and her behind a bit smaller and more firm, most likely due to the intense physical training she had undergone prior to her transformation. It was a small wonder her breasts had stayed as enormous as they were now. Her friend in turn was softer, and she had to admit her face was more delicate, and overall prettier.

To her recent question she replied "No, I don't think that would work. Regarding you there are two sorts of men, those who are frightened by your snakes and those who are fascinated by them. There is almost no middle ground. Those that are frightened you won't attract by acting like a cheap whore, and facing those fascinated by you I would guess cultivated manners - at least in the beginning - would better serve to heighten that fascination."
 
"Maybe you are right... I just thought it might be more fun to be less cultivated then I got used to. But you are right, maybe it wouldn't work with me." she grinned. "I fear my face isn't slutty enough."
 
"Hey" Verialyn playfully squeezed her friends boob "are you implying anything with that?"

On a more earnest note she continued "But if you think it would be fun to act and talk like a complete slut, then go ahead and try it out. That is the only way to know for sure."
 
"I think I would have to practise that." she slapped Verialyn with her boobs, slapping them against hers. She looked at the candle. "He said he would push the candle up my ass, and I got a little afraid and he didn't do it. To bad, I had imagined he would work it in by force, although this might have ripped my asshole apart. I wonder what I will do next to have it topped."
 
Verialyn set her upper body in a circular motion, rubbing their breasts together in the process. "Are you trying to turn me on my friend?"

Then she followed the gorgon's gaze "Ow, I would imagine that would *really* hurt. That is one experience I can live without. But just let it come to you. The most interesting experiences are those that are not planned."

Almost as an off thought she added "But maybe we should have a look at the other items we took from Lord Mercurius' safe. They are over in my room, and there is a lot of papers among them. But if it was kept in a safe it might at least be interesting."
 
It felt well to rub their breats, but Phyliss was curious about the safe also. She giggled a little. "I like to bbrowse through that stuff as well." She looked around. But I wouldn't go naked over. hat would I put on? Oh, I have an idea. You cann dress me. There is some stuff that our host left her for his female visitors, as you now. Would you like to dress me up? I can act like a big doll."
 
Verialyn withdrew one step back "Oh, I would not worry too much about going over there naked. Quomor is the only one there, and I am sure he would not mind. By the way, his genital feels as fantastic as it looks. Way better than carved anything."

Verialyn turned to the cupboard though, and started musing "I have never been particularly good at this, but lets see what we have here..." with these words she began her rummaging, until she finally had produced an outfit. It was in many ways similar to a dancer's dress, consisting of two parts. The one was a bit more than a glorified loincloth, with a large width of white silken cloth hanging down the front and back. The whole affair, as well as the thin waistbelt, was adorned with golden embroidery. The top, which was not larger that a skimpy bra, was kept in a matching style, also white silke with golden embroidery. To complete the outfit, she produced a pair of light sandals.
 
Phyliss looked at the clothes that her friend picked, while she stood before the mirror, like a mannequin. Unusual and nothing she would wear at the street, but it would be fun to be dressed up indoors.And she didn't really want to show herself nude before quomor. "Allright, go ahead. I think it will do for browsing the safe."
 
"O.k., I will be waiting for you."

For a moment Verialyn wondered what would happen if she came across some servant while crossing the corridor in the nude, but no such thing happened, and she was back in her room, with Quomor still present. She quickly shot him a nice greeting. Quomor. She was still unsure what to make of him, and whether she treated him right.

She quickly chased those thoughts away, immediately grabbed the piece of cloth that was wrapped around the contents, and dropped it on one of the beds, removing the cover to get a closer look at the spoils.
 
Quomor greeted his mistress, but didn't find a proper way to tell her what he thought. Anyway, it was not the right time as the gorgon came in, and he greeted her silently. She was dressed like a belly-dancer, quite different from the outstanding impression of her outfit on the streets. He wonderer what was going on in this house, but not to much. The gorgon saw him and reacted to his greeting in the usual way a lady would in a good house; not totally ignorant, but cool and casual. She turned around to look at a box that Verialyn pulled out. He was curious about that box at well, but he could hide it easily.
"Let me see!" said the gorgon with less patience.
 
Verialyn pointed at the contents that were already spread out over the bed. "Here, have a look yourself. Mostly various sorts of papers, but considering where we found them, they are probably valuable for someone."

She sat down next to the pile of documents, and started to rifle through them, as she motioned for her friend to do the same.
 
Phyliss started browsing through them. Many of them were bills.

"I really like to know what had happened to Antides and his stuff. Not that you think that I am addicted to him, I have learned that much from the barbarians lesson. But I am just curious to know."
 
"My guess would be that he is still sitting in his palace and trying to make the best out of his last days. He won't take the big dive immediately. But what do we have here?"

Verialyn picked up what looked to be a letter and carefully read it "Oh boy, those two are no innocents. This appears to be a love letter and a recount of past adventures in one. I just wonder, why... Oh oh, now I know... This is from some associate of Flavius to a married woman, but not his own."
 
Phyliss peeked over her friends shoulder. "Let me see that. Maybe I can play a little prank on someone with that?"
 
"Why sure, here you have it." She handed the gorgon the letter. "But if Antides kept it in his safe, this must be first grade blackmail material."

Then her gaze came to rest on Quomor's naked form, who was standing impassively next to them, and she immediately said "Oh, Quomor, I am sorry. We are so impolite, ignoring you as if you were some piece of furniture."
 
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Phyliss just started to read the letter to see if she could make any nice story of it. Still, she wondered if she should go into Antides house again. She turned around to look at the ugly slave.

"Don't mention it." said Qoumor. "I can sit down as well, if you don't mind."

Phyliss didn't say a word, but assumed there was more behind the misshapen man thenshe expected.
 
"Actually ..." Verialyn got up and walked towards him. Then, as she was about a meter away from him she suddenly got some dreamy glaze in her eyes, and almost involuntarily reached out to encompass his genital with her right hand. The weight of his flaccid length felt so wonderful in her grip, and for a few seconds she stood there, almost as if she were in some trance, her fingers ever so softly gliding along his length, feeling him.

Finally she snapped out of it, and her hand withdrew. Almost embarrassed she looked up at him "Oh, I am sorry. I know I should not reduce you to this single body part of yours. But it just is so ... wonderful. I know there are other wonderful things about you, but this is just the most tangible."
 
"Well, maybe you find the other parts over the time, and I will enjoy that." said Quomor without a flinch.

Phyliss who still looked at the papers, but turned her head as her friend grabbed the slaves dick, could not surpress a giggle. Maybe this ugly creature wasn't such a bad fellow at all.
 
Verialyn had to smile at that. "Yes, I hope so too. Maybe you just have to guide me a little. But ..." she quickly took a step to the bed, picked up a good handful of gold coins, returned and pressed them into Quomor's hands.

"Here, it is about time you get yourself some good clothing. So go and put on these crude things" she pointed at the slave wear he had just recently shed during their common interlude "one last time, go to the market, and buy yourself something nice that you feel comfortable in."

She put her hands on his shoulders, looked him directly and deep into the eyes, and continued "One more thing. For the time being, you are officially my slave. That does mean, you are NOT a slave to anybody else. If anybody treats you wrong, you no longer have to take it. If somebody thinks he can push you around come to me and I will set that person straight. Okay?"
 
Quomor bowed.
"I certainly will." He put the old rags on and went out, showing his strange dignity.
 
Verialyn dropped down on the bed next to Phyliss, and let out a big sigh as she looked straight ahead, on nothing in particular.

"It is strange, but I really like that guy. Sure, his great tool is a part of the reason, but not the only one. Somehow this is working out completely different than I had thought."
 
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