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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own or claim ownership of or make any profit of any of the characters or other elements of The Witcher 3 contained within the story.

Chapter List
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Summary:
Like Netek predicted, all streets of Oxenfurt were crawling with witch hunters. After a short... dispute with Netek, Yennefer uses the cover of a street harlot to get through the hunter's controls. Well, the plan works but not the way the sexy sorceress wished at the beginning.
Tags: forced fingering, dirty talking, prostitution, blackmail
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 15, 2018
Once the door was open, Yennefer stared with wide, violet eyes at Oxenfurt's famous harbor and distinctive architecture. Redanian flags and banners were slightly fluttering in the wind. The wooden and tiled buildings with their beautifully ornamented glass windows and pointed roofs were reflecting the warm rays of the rising sun. The several inns, taverns, stands, huts, counters and portable grills from which floated the appetizing aromas of elaborate dishes unknown elsewhere in the world seasoned in ways not known anywhere else. This was definitively Oxenfurt, the colorful, joyful, noisy and sweet-smelling town of miracles into which shrewd people, full of initiative, had turned dry and useless theories drawn little by little from its famous university. And if Yennefer didn't know it better, she would have thought that there was no war going on the city was actually suffering from.

"Stick to the plan, me cherry blossom, and everythin' will turn out well," Netek stated languidly and then grinned. "And if not, I'm sure you'll find many helpful citizens willin' to help you out in exchange for... let's say an opportunity to stick their hard and twitchy meat into somethin' wet and tight of yours, hehe."

A deep urge to slap the dwarf's slimy face raised within Yennefer's chest, but she refused to indulge in it. "Good. After the last boring and unsatisfying hours, I'd finally like to get plowed by real, beefy cocks anyway," she countered cynically, lips pursing. She hoped to sting the cocky, narcissistic dwarf at least once before she left him and the ship for good. But instead of seeing him gritting the teeth in his hurt manhood, Netek's cheesy smile, however, just got bigger and bigger by the second. "I love you too me cherry blossom." He blew the raven-haired enchantress a kiss and gave her a wink. "And I'll miss these pervasive conversations between us so much. You're the most beautiful and naughty bitch I've ever fucked... And I've banged a lot of hot and kinky sluts on this continent. Oh yes, you know that now."

Yennefer growled disdainfully.

"Oh me cherry blossom, you don't have to be afraid of anythin'. Me non-existing heart will always belon' to you, forever... weeeeeelll maybe unless I fucked that ginger whore Geralt of Rivia always preferred over you too. I mean, there must be some biiiiiiiiiig reasons why he kept ploughin' her all the time behind yer back when-"

"Shut up! Just shut UP, Netek!" Yennefer hissed, eyes glowing in violet annoyance. "You know a shit about me or my friends. And the bare moment when all this in my life is over and I got my powers back, I'll focus all my lethal abilities to find you little, reckless ass and to blow it to damn HELL!!!"

"Yes, yesss! That's me Jenny. This useless anger, this bitchy attitude, and misguided self-confidence. Never ever drop them. Please! Don't make me ever regret callin' you ME bitch in front of all me friends lately," Netek uttered and began to chuckle, nearly tempting Yennefer to choke him to death, as she yelled with deadly expression and stepped closer, tilting her head toward her dwarven molester, hands resting on her hips. "Dwarf, if you call me a bitch one more time, I swear you will need to sew your cock back on where I cut it off with my teeth..."

For few long seconds, both gazed at each other without saying one word. Yennefer's entire appearance with her just five feet five height and perfect elegance was resembling a Goddess, a magnificent Ice Queen of a forsaken realm of fantasy. Although she was wearing a skimpy, backless and sleeveless dress, a leather belt and two ankle-high-heeled boots like a cheap prostitute, the raven-haired sorceress didn't lose anything of her knife-sharp beauty and frozen charm, and strictly kept a stiff upper lip to prove her rank opponent once more that she hadn't reached the point where she was ready to let him push her down just like before again.

She was still Yennefer of Vengerberg, and those who thought otherwise should be damned and screw themselves.

Netek, however, wasn't clearly a man who got intimidated by a woman in any way, as he also stepped closer and gazed up, the tip of his nose touching hers. "Really? Then why are you getting so wet anytime I call you that way?"

"Tzzz-- This is ridiculous and you're s-so pathetic," Yennefer mumbled like thrown off the track, cheeks blushing.

"Really?" Netek's enjoyment of the situation was endless. "Every time I call you a BITCH, WHORE or SLUT you press your thighs together and that beautiful odor of fresh cherries comes up to me nose... yeah yeah, exactly like now!"

Yennefer immediately wanted to deny his baseless accusations, as her eyes fell down to her rubbing slender legs and the feeling of her tingling pussy finally reached her senses. Surprised and shocked at the same time, she tried to take one step back, but before she could do any little motion, Netek poured forward, grabbed her by the pussy and pressed her against the ship's wooden railing. "Then tell me, me bitch, what this is on me hand here," he asked after rubbing his long middle finger back and forth against her muffin few times, then raising his right hand leaking with her precious pussy juice in the air while holding her body tight. "You are randy, aren't you?"

"Let go of me, Netek. Now!" Yennefer uttered, half-angry, half-horny.

"Why the fuck should I, bitch?" The possessive dwarf hissed and stuck his hand up the skirt of her skimpy dress, pressing his entire palm against the hot, sensitive cunt of hers. Like in her personal quarters before, he instantly set to work by slowly rubbing her labia and pushing his middle and index finger into her tiny snatch, making her slim body shaking and her legs spreading apart in uncontrollable desire. Yennefer felt dumbfounded, helpless, trying to push his arm away to no avail. She was just too weak, her dwarven molester too possessive and strong. Resistance felt futile.

"Look me in the eye when I use your cunt, you dishonest wench!"

Feeling her recovered self-esteem breaking into a thousand pieces once more, Yennefer obeyed and locked her violet, dull eyes on Netek's, not being sure whether she was on the verge to cum, cry or slap herself. "Yes, yesss! That's what I wanted to see in your eyes again. How you despise yourself while craving for more and more. You filthy bitch need this. All the rough foreplay and bloody chitchat to feel coveted and taken seriously by a man. Need this before you finally come to the right decision to get laid by him. Isn't that right?"

"Screw. You," Yennefer retorted and withdrew her hands from fighting back Netek's arm, clutching the wooden handrail instead. Not enough, she parted her legs even more and gave the arrogate dwarf more space to do his hated but also appreciated work while gazing down at him with vitriolic malevolence and baring her teeth. "You stupid arse really think you know me just because you had one chance to humiliate and enslave me for twelve hours? I've been already gone through so much worse than you little prick could ever do to me... But don't mind me. Come on. Don't dare to stop thrusting your little fingers deeper into my wet. Tiny. Snatch. I INSIST!"

"Is that SO?!?" Netek accepted the raven-haired sorceress' request with pleasure and kept fingerfucking her, making constant foggy noises and the smell of cherries fill the fresh air near Oxenfurt Harbor. "Stop fooling yourself, me cherry blossom. I know this whole 'I am a cold, selfish slut and a strong, emancipated woman'-bullshit is just a cover to sort out all the weak and unworthy contenders who want to make a pass at you so that only the strongest and most potent mates finally get their chance with you. But they don't have to be sorcerers, of course. No. You're only acceptin' men who take your ass and heart by raw and meaty force, not by some magic tricks and comparison of intelligence."

"What stupid garbage you're talking again. The whole time," Yennefer hissed, never batting her beautifully long eyelashes once. The entire wanton spectacle became so loud and unmistakable that even some of the sailors from the decks below began watching them with big eyes. "You are a pathetic piece of scum. Nothing more!"

"At least never been a BITCH for some primitive four-legged animals!" Netek countered and felt how his cock got bigger and ready to explode, while he was pushing his middle finger as deep as possible in and out of Yennefer's gushing cunt, who, on the other side, seemed to get the same level of sexual thrill out of this whole pointless conversation like he did. In some twisted manner, Yennefer couldn't stop talking and offering herself to the kinky dwarf who violated her the way unlike any other person before.

"Those damn dogs knew more about shagging a woman than you ever will. You should go and let yourself taught some lessons by them before you get your little fingers burned on my pussy again." Yennefer had the same cheesy grin on her face like Netek, as her fingernails dug deep into the wooden handrail and her b-cup tits stiffened in pleasure. There was something in this whole, stupid dispute that made her horny without a chance of a way back.

"Really? I think I am doin' still a good job here. Look how your pussy juice is leakin' down to the deck right now." The stupid dwarf was right. As Yennefer quickly got a sneak peek at the wooden floor through her spread legs and Netek's rough grasp at her pussy, she could even see how big drops of vaginal fluid dripped like syrup from her pussy lips. The cherry-smelling nectar looked pure and crystal clear, sparkling like a mysterious ambrosia in the rising sun while streaming together into a big, sweet puddle below her most precious part. The tingle in her pussy became almost unbearable for her. "Admit it, bitch. You get turned on when a man defies you and refuses your commands. I can literally FEEL and SMELL it."

Yennefer's petite body and legs began to tremble. Biting the lower lip, her violet eyes were totally fixated on the dwarf's, as an unstoppable stream of fervent lava exploded in her belly, and she came with a strident moan. Eyes turning back, Yennefer would have almost fallen overboard if Netek hadn't left hold of her pussy and pulled her back to the ship again, causing her bubble butt to bounce on the deck and this way giving him the most expensive view a man could pay for on the entire continent today.

"Wow! This whole stupid debate we had was totally worth the effort, don't you think?" Netek chuckled in a jovial mood before he helped the eyes-rolling but smirking sorceress stand up again. When Yennefer opened her plush lips to say something mean again, the ship perceptibly slowed down and brought itself closer to the wooden jetty. Then she saw it; the entire landing stage and its roads were crawling and full to the brim with Redanian Soldiers and Witch Hunters.

Many, many Witch Hunters.

Like a damn army.

Her heart made a painful flip backward.

"Dammit. These idiots are everywhere..."

Yennefer had actually hoped all the time that Netek's assertions about the situation in Oxenfurt were just over-exaggerated, just said to give her a scare. It seemed not quite a bit. Instinctively, she pulled the hem of her mini-dress down, trying to cover up the moistness of her pussy and the great nervousness which slowly scrambled up from the toes to her thighs. "You know you could easily make up for what you have done to me if you help me to get out of this city in one piece."

Crossing his arms and smirking broadly, Netek looked up to the beautiful sorceress and gave off a sardonic snort. "Really? I fucked and forced you, me dearest cherry blossom, into prostitution and to have sex with me, the entire crew, dogs and whatever. And even worse, also denounced you politically, personally and physically to the society the way you will never get rid of the shame and broken reputation again. And you are ready to put all these things aside and forgive me if I help you to get your little ass out of this city? Really?"

The accurate summary of what happened to her within the last hours made Yennefer clench her teeth and cross her arms, looking bashfully away so he couldn't hear her angry growl. "Yes. I would. There is a saying even a retarded idiot like you should probably know about: 'Living is better than dying'. And you were an acceptable pastime for me, anyway. I had my most-needed fun..."

"Daaamn. So, the truth is that you have used me and not the other way around?" Netek had to laugh like never before. "Bitch, you're a total ten and a fuckin' gem. The love of me life. We should marry, incarcerate us in a cheap brothel and have steamy and rough sex till doomsday. Are you in on it, me cherry blossom?"

This time, it was Yennefer who had to give a false laugh, shaking her head because of the absurdity of the idea. Netek's was a total asshole and fleabag, and she should truly hate him for what he had done to her, but for some inexplicable reasons, a really big part of her liked him very much, though he was even winsome. Unlike every man she had ever met in her life, Netek was a unique type of a person; shrewd, nasty-minded, cold, scheming and conceited. Although he would have never come so far without the use of dimeritium, of course, he had played his sick game perfectly and outclassed her in a very impressive manner. She had to give him that. Someone needed really to have the guts to do this. No one else had ever been able to pride himself upon the same accomplishment so far.

Is this why she got still along so well with him after all this?

Even felt attracted by his vulgar nature in some very destructive and juvenile way?

Yennefer started to feel sick the longer she ruminated on.

"Hey look, some racist motherfuckers are comin' this way. As if on cue, hehe," Netek stated suddenly, pointing to a group of Witch Hunters in the distance. "You better skive off to the place where I bludgeon the former Ass-Captain Vil-fart, okay? I'll come to you when those idiots are busy enough. Just wait a couple of seconds here before you shake your perfect bubble butt downstairs, me cherry blossom." Instantly, the brown-haired dwarf headed down to the main deck and left Yennefer alone. It didn't take long as the six heavily-armored Witch Hunters finally entered the ship and asked, or better say demanded the Captain's presence.

Sailors were hoisting the anchor and straining several ropes, as she heard Netek yelling, "Gentlemen easy, easy. Here, the freight documents and the purpose of our trip. Can I offer you a drink or food to make your time here more pleasant?" The fake courtesy of him sounded hilarious, Yennefer thought and saw how he guided them to the stern and wheel where both were standing a minute ago.

"You are the Captain of this ship, little dwarf? The world must be really fucked up right now," the human inspector chuckled stupidly and spat to the floor before checking the ship's documents. "No, I am not. Ah, here is he already. Captain Toggl, these gentlemen have been looking for you," Netek uttered while clearly stifling his strong urges to kill all the Witch Hunters and then simply walk away like nothing happened. "I leave you alone now, Captain," he said and directly headed to her hiding behind the trade containers. Yennefer was trying to listen to what the new guests were talking about, as the dwarf came by and startled her up.

"It's time to go now. I hope you'll find the person you're lookin' for but don't forget what I've taught you. Stay out of trouble and be the cold sorceress bitch you've always been in your life. Get lost!" Netek said and gave Yennefer a firm spank on her backside.

"You really don't want to come with me. Help me?" Yennefer asked with a helpless, fake undertone, pouting innocently, tempting. She hated to ask him for help, but the chances weren't on her side, and she rather had her ego got scratched than herself killed. And if she had to decide between the option of being fucked by the same stupid dwarf few days longer or the option of being a whore and mattress for an entire city, Yennefer unequivocally preferred to be Netek's 'bitch' by far. This way, she knew what was coming up to her at least.

"No, me cherry blossom."

"Really?" Yennefer asked back in surprise, wagging her tasty ass to the dwarf's face while totally ignoring how self-humiliating her behavior actually was. But she was a realist too, so...

"Oh by Melitele's fuckin' big tits..." Netek muttered, biting his fist. "You're a chocolate bunny come true. I'd like to bite you off, lick every little inch of your delicious body and get my whole face, mouth, lips, and cock sticky with your juices. Daaamn... But the answer is still no. Sorry."

Yennefer pouted with disappointment. "Then at least take that stupid collar off me."

"No."

"Why? You know I wouldn't hurt you."

"Of course not. You are secretly in love me. Just haven't admitted it yet," Netek uttered with a smile, making Yennefer role her eyes. "Look, me cherry blossom. The dimeritium choker wasn't me idea. I was only told to put it on you and that it would actually guarantee your survival here in Oxenfurt and later in Velen too. That's it."

Yennefer folded her arms and looked angrily into the dwarf's chestnut brown eyes, pursing her lips.

"Hey, don't look at me that way. I can't remove it, even if I like to. The choker has a magical-whatever-mechanism which can be deactivated by only a specific pair of fingerprints, alright?" Netek explained, stepped to her and touched the little lock of her collar with his fingers. Nothing happened. "See, bitch. I'm telling you the truth. Let's be madly in love again. Please..."

After heaving a sigh, the raven-haired sorceress grabbed the thin collar and tried to break it up, but it was incredibly robust and hardened. There was no chance that she could take it off by force, as she gave up and gazed at Netek again. "I am not a whore, dammit. You know that. Please, Netek." Yennefer had clearly difficulty saying the P-word. "It wouldn't take long. Just spend the time with me at an inn here till midnight. And later help me to jump into one of those carts. You'll be back in the morning and able to continue with your mission of murdering those people of yours without a problem or delay. No loss of time. Just a lot of fun and more, I promise."

Netek licked his lips. "And what would we do exactly to pass the time?"

"How profound and dirty are your fantasies about me?" Yennefer whispered into the dwarf's ears, feeling the twitching of his cock right through his pants. "Very profound and very, very dirty, me cherry blossom. I got no limits. You know me," he replied deep in thought, eyebrows arching. Fucking Yennefer of Vengerberg roughly in a military cart was an extremely seductive imagination, indeed. Or publicly at the famous marketplace, too...

"No. I must pass. Business comes before pussy. Always."

"Arrg, you are an arse, Netek!" Yennefer hissed.

"Now I'm an idiot because I don't wanna fuck you. Typical female!"

"No!?! You are an arse because YOU LITERALLY ARE AN ARSE! A BIG ONE! Hope you stumble over the railing and die before your ship reaches Povis again. If not, you can be sure that I'll find you and kill you myself, eventually!" Yennefer barked, spat venom and sprinted toward removable bridge leading on shore, ignoring Netek's laughter behind. As she finally landed on the firm ground after the last jump, she heard the dwarf's loud, good-humored voice resounding through the entire harbor and saying, "I love you too, me cherry blossom! Kisses, kisses!"

Turning around in total rage and face red like a tomato, Yennefer gazed up to her former dwarven molester and showed off her middle finger right in his face, amid all the people and hunters, giving them a reason to burst into laughter.

"STILL LOVE YOUUUUUUU!!!"
Like stepping into the lion's den, the beautiful sorceress needed a moment to calm down and enjoyed the firm ground under her ankle-high-heeled boots, as a short flashback of the last twenty-four hours and the reasons for her current situation rushed through her churning mind. No matter how Yennefer looked at them, the conclusion remained the same; she had to move on, flee from Oxenfurt and find the informant called Delvan in Velen. The consequences for her own personality and life were irrelevant as long as she didn't find the person she came for: Ciri, her little daughter. And she wasn't going to give up or hesitate to do whatever it took to accomplish that.

"Should hit the road now. The Witch Hunters' prison is on the other side, but first I should check out the city and the military carts before looking for a calm place to pass some time," Yennefer thought, readjusted the red garter around her slim, sexy leg and pulled the hem of her skimpy dress down to the mid parts of her shanks. The soldiers and hunters who just passed by seemed to be too distracted from her bombshell body to get any suspicions, and left her alone.

"The cover of the street harlot works well so far. What a surprise... Netek, I hate you..." Yennefer instantly headed left towards the famous marketplace. It wasn't her first time in Oxenfurt of course, but the city itself seemed to have lost a lot of its former charm and elegance. Poverty, dirt, and testosterone were dominating the view of the city as far as the eye could reach. She had to be careful.

While walking on the street, Yennefer recognized that each greater archway leading to the inner part of the city was guarded by at least five redanian soldiers. Their long halberds were dangerously shining in the sunlight, as the raven-haired sorceress tried to keep a low profile and decided to look after a safer entrance with fewer people and lower possibility that someone could see through her cover. Feeling greedy eyes piercing through her black skimpy dress, Yennefer continued heading north until she finally discovered a narrow alleyway guarded by only two guards.

The soldiers on the right looked older, more experienced, his dull eyes and wrinkles in the face making her believe he wasn't able to harm any fly. Because of his age, he also seemed to have problems to stay steady on his legs and he obviously wasn't in peak form anymore. She would have been even surprised if he was taking notice of her presence when she just tried to pass by.

Unlike the old veteran, the soldier on the left appeared much younger, having a juvenile face including little freckles on his nose and forehead. If she had to make a guess about his age, it would have been eighteen, a teenage boy who just recently reached his adulthood and was recruited because of the war and the shortage of manpower. It wasn't unusual to arm young adults in the Northern Kingdoms or Nilfgaard, and to let them fight with the regular army. The minimum age limit for the army was sixteen, and since the war had reached its most brutal peak last winter, the number of young men in military and bureaucratic positions went through the roof.

Which was actually a good thing right now, Yennefer thought; young adults were often very uncertain, brisk and erratic, and they often had barely made acquaintance with any actual sorceresses. She couldn't have found a better way to get through the city control. Charm, her sexy body, and some violet mooneyes should have been enough to be successful here.

Right?

So, Yennefer decided to chance her luck when she walked towards the bored soldiers, crossing lasciviously one foot over the other at every step she made and letting her hips swing to every crossing step she took. Her objective was easy; trying to give the young soldier a flirtatious look by fluttering her eyes and showing off her body to the end that he would have no other chance to wave her through without being able to think straight, while the older man kept sleeping and ignoring his surroundings.

"Not so fast, m'lady. Personal papers and residence permit, please," the veteran soldier asked and stretched his hand in surprise, having a round head and three-day beard, his bad breath forcing Yennefer to look away in disgust. His decayed teeth were giving her a sickening shudder and yellowy reflecting back. A dreadful sight. Horror for her.

"I-I am sorry I-I don't have m-my papers with me," Yennefer babbled without having any clue what to say in defense, being surprised and disappointed that her look wasn't enough to simply bewitch these common men to let her pass.

"Hmm. I see," he said and surveyed her body from top to bottom, starting with her eyes and b-cup tits, and then continuing down to the slightly visible clit and long legs. His eyes were literally making her already skimpy dress even shorter, unblushingly groping his way along her entire sexy body. When his dirty look stopped at her ankles, his tongue visibly skimmed over his dry, upper lip and gave Yennefer another awkward shudder. He was obviously taken by the sexy sorceress' petite body and sorceress figure.

"I'm sure we'll sort out the problem, m'lady," he said and looked over to his young comrade who seemed to have the same thoughts, but unlike him the juvenile man also seemed to be more interested in her tensed face and facial characteristics, in a way he was trying to remember her from somewhere.

"Let's start with something simple then. Your name, origin, and reason of your stay, for instance," the old soldier with yellow teeth asked, eyes permanently locked at her pink, round tits' areola visible from the cleavage of her dress. "And I shouldn't mention how important honesty is now. You don't want to be put in custody for more questioning, right m'lady?" Nodding her head in response, Yennefer was busy with fabricating an excuse and reasonable story, as the other soldier blurted out eventually, "Waaaait a second. I know you. Yes. You are that woman from these wanted posters the Witch Hunters shared out all over the place!"

Panic rushed through Yennefer's petite body, as she looked stonily at both men before her. "Shit! Have to say something. Anything. NOW!" She yelled at herself and knew she had to immediately deny this dead serious allegation before it was too late and there was no way for her to save her neck anymore.

"No-o I can't be the person you're talking about... I-I mean m-my name is Jenny and... and I arrived with that ship you see over there just minutes ago... from Povis." Yennefer tried to look as cool as possible, stifling the panic-stricken fear somewhere near her midriff while hearing her heart's banging up to the ears. To make matters worse, the soldiers didn't seem to be very convinced and clenched the hilt of their weapons even harder, as the young soldier took out a wanted poster and showed his old comrade the drawing.

"She IS the woman these freaky Witch Hunters are looking for. Look at her face, the mole on the left side of her mouth and the one on her forehead, her raven-black hair, her violet eyes and she just about five feet five tall. See?"

"Yeah, I see it. But it says here too she would be a powerful sorceress and very dangerous," the other soldier countered, ripped the drawing of his hand and held it up to Yennefer's face, his tired eyes constantly drifting from the paper to her and back again. She felt like her entire life was on a knife-edge and the treacherous fear became even worse as she uttered and appeared even more suspicious, "Y-you can ask the crew or the captain if you don't believ-"

"But you're no sailor, merchant or an aristocrat that's for sure. Tell us why you're here," the elder soldier asked her while looking deeply into her lilac eyes. His stern glance and deep voice indicated to her that the situation was serious and could get even worse if he wasn't hearing something satisfying and reasonable from her. Legs shaky, ready to crash in and having no conceivable explanation coming to her mind, Yennefer opened her lips, let the fear get the better of her, gave in to it by speaking out what first came to her mind. It all happened so fast that she had no time to reflect about anything, just reflexively and instinctively said what she had guessed these soldiers would want to hear from her, what was the most plausible explanation because of her current look.

"I-I am a whore from Kovir and here to expand my customer base."

Her cheeks blushed with shame. Her already wet pussy tingled in unwanted excitement as both guards couldn't quite believe their ears and let their eyes move over her raw body. As they realized that she had no panties on, their cocks began to twitch with greedy desire. "Doesn't matter. She could still be the sorceress' bitch in the picture. Better we bring her to Witch Hunters and let them decide. Better be safe than sorry, you know," the young man uttered.

"Are you fucking mad? You know what these idiots of Witch Hunters do with people who are wasting their time. And besides, did you ever see or hear a sorceress dressing like THIS and calling herself a WHORE?" The old soldier argued and slammed the wanted poster against the young soldier's chest.

"No. But..." The younger-looking soldier tried to counter.

"No buts boy. These crazy Witch Hunters can go hang. Think kid. Would one of these arrogant cunts of sorceresses ever degrade herself so shamefully and call herself a whore only to get inside our beautiful city? Hm. Just think it over," the elder soldier asked with pointing to the raven-haired sorceress' skimpy outfit like she was a thing and worth nothing.

The young soldier seemed to be more confused than before and ever. "No, I don't think so."

Yennefer didn't know whether she should be happy or mean about the progress of this discussion. On the one hand, she was glad that the cover of a cheap prostitute was actually working. She also hated to admit that Netek was right when he told her about the situation here and that she would have never made it through the city alive as Yennefer of Vengerberg. And since Philippa Eilhart's little love-hate relationship with King Radovid took a very bad turn and escalated, the entire north was after the former members of the Lodge blaming them all to be collaborators during the events in Loc Muinne. It was the absolute right choice to give up her true identity during her time in Redania.

But just to take on the one of a prostitute in its stead?

One day ago, she would have said definitively no. But now she wasn't so sure anymore.

Yennefer always described her as a pragmatic person who was never reluctant to get her hands dirty and give a shit about other people's opinion in general. She also knew that she was smart, beautiful and strong despite people's saying and stupid gossiping and that no one ever could take this belief away from her, no cover, no man or a little dwarf telling her otherwise. Nobody. Nevertheless, she had to admit that she was still suffering from the disrespect and humiliation that became apparent by the lack of her magic abilities.

Especially the impuissance and vulnerability bothered her the most, caused her ego to get pushed beyond tolerable limits. Everything that happened on the ship during the last couple of hours proved her in the roughest way how highly dependent she always had been on them. Without them, she was a subject to men's sexual assault like any other woman on the continent, and simply reduced to her butt, breasts and cooking skills. Nothing else. So, in a manner of twisted logic, Netek was also right when he told her about her new 'true place' in this world completely dominated by men much stronger and powerful than she was.

A fact that scared her more than she hadn't been willing to admit to herself.

Till now.

"Good. Always use your damn brain kid. Will keep you out of much trouble in your life, believe me. But there's another thing that looks fishy to me," he stated at the sorceress while clapping his comrade on the shoulder. "Did you ever heard from a koviri whore having violet eyes, raven-black hair with lilac and gooseberry perfume?" The old man's statement sent cold shivers up and down Yennefer's spine, and the thought of just running away and never looking back became strong again.

"No, you're right Lado, something doesn't figure here," the juvenile-looking soldier replied. "She looks too perfect, I mean look at these firm tits and raw ass of hers, this is unnatural if you ask me. Maybe she is not a sorceress but nilfgaardian spy imitating a hot, wanton koviri whore to deceive us?"

"No I am not a nilfgaardian spy, I swear!" Yennefer blurted, her heart was raging as she added without thinking twice, "I was born in Vengerberg and went hooking there for years before I was forced to flee from the war to Povis. Since last year, I've been turning tricks in Lan Exeter but decided to offer my services to the brave redanian soldiers as well." Words came out so fast, she couldn't stop her lips from shaping them and when her last sentence ended. Her eyebrow arched in surprise impressed how fast she came up with a story of such a depraved and untrue kind.

"From Vengerberg you say? Aedirn is a Vessel of Nilfgaard and its people are enemies of Mother Redania. No-no-no, you're a nilfgaardian spy. I'm totally sure now. Can smell your nilfgaardian arrogance and lies right from here. I've figured you out bitch. Matej, let's call the commanding officer and finish this charade," the veteran called Lado yelled with excitement.

"No, don't do this. I'm telling you the truth..." Yennefer pleaded desperately.

"Lado wait. You've told me once that whores from Povis and Aedirn are among the most beautiful and talented on the continent. Nilfgaardian whores aren't able to match them. If she's really telling the truth, she shouldn't have the slightest problem to prove us that," the young Matej stated, giving no attention to the sorceress who was poised between hope and fear, facing the same old problem she ran into on the ship; let men fuck her and stay alive, or hold on to dignity and die.

It seemed her life onshore didn't follow another rule from now on as well.

"You are a damn smart kid. All right, you've convinced me. And besides, my balls are hard as stone anyway, pleading to get drained by a cunt's soft lips the whole fucking week long already," the old man smirked and finally turned his attention to the jaw-shattering sorceress nearby. "Whore, we'll see whether you say the truth or not. Let's start to check out your bargaining skills first. Give us a price. What are you worth? C'mon!"

Yennefer shamefully bowed to the inevitable that she had to actually sell her body and it was also - in a twisted way - her own fault. She was also frustrated because of the quick loss of her famous, steely composure and how fast she hustled herself into an awkward situation like this. At least she had a little bit control of what was going to happen next and could influence the outcome of her situation somehow. But one problem remained; she had never asked Netek how much a common prostitute was earning these days. Therefore, she had to make a guess and hopefully hit the right amount for the first time. Otherwise, these men would understand that she had never gone hooking and her mission would end here and now in a very terrible way.

"Fifty crowns each... blowjobs only?"

"No way, darling," the veteran soldier replied instantly, giving the tensed sorceress a stern look. "No one pays fifty crowns only for a blowjob here. We're not like those rich dicks from Povis you like to fuck, whore... I say thirty crowns for each of us, including blowjobs and a promise we can fill both of your tiny holes at least once. Deal?"

Yennefer couldn't believe she was bargaining with a man about an appropriate price for her pussy and asshole he and his juvenile friend were supposed to stick their cocks into. She couldn't believe how deep in the shit she was again. Being forced to go hooking like on the ship was one thing, selling her raw body to the highest bidder by herself a complete other. Strangely, it wasn't as awkward as Yennefer always thought it was going to be, as she finally managed to hide her nervousness and to remain confident by crossing her arms before them. After all, making deals was something she always was good at. As a sorceress and former advisor of Kind Demavend, it was one of her most feared and famous skills, apart from the insignificance of course that her own butt was at stake right now. Her magic ability to read people's mind was also very helpful, indeed.

"No deal. In Povis and Vengerberg I get five times more, easily," Yennefer bluffed blatantly. "Let's say forty crowns for each, two blowjobs and you can come in me twice, but no ass-shagging... Gentlemen, this pussy is the best hole you'll get at this price. Believe me," Yennefer countered determined, trying to appear experienced and confident, as she stood up straight, placed her palms at her hips and then pushed her tits out the way both could see her famous inner values much easier. In addition, the thrill of the situation made her pussy itchy in no time, and when Yennefer realized what she was actually up to, including the depravity and self-humiliation mixed with the effort of selling herself and talking like a common whore, the nervousness between her thighs turned into a fervent blaze.

It made her gasp, horny.

First, however, both soldiers looked stunned, totally distracted by her juvenile, raw body. The elder soldier was one head taller than her and with his heavy armor and figure definitively stronger. In a different way appeared the pubescent, young soldier Matej who was just as tall as her, wearing only a light armor with a body far away from being athletic or exercised. The idea that she, Yennefer of Vengerberg and one of the hottest women of the continent, was probably going to be his first felt odd and also the thought of being the woman who was going to make a real man out of him too.

What a lucky boy," she thought unwittingly, blushing immediately afterward.

But when it came to her bargaining skills, Yennefer was confident that both soldiers were going to agree to her current terms. She had been in so many difficult negotiations and was used to win diplomatic battles without batting an eye. They were going to accept them, one hundred percent.

"No deal, bitch!" The Lado yelled and pressed her against the wall, choking her slender neck. The thunderstruck sorceress tried to free herself, move her legs and hands, but was trapped between the solid wall and the soldier's heavy-armored figure. "Whore, you came here without any legalized documents or somebody who is ready to speak for you. As a freelancer wench, you're not even under the protection of the whore queen Eera here. For a nilfgaardian spy poorly imitating a koviri whore, you obviously have no idea of anything here."

The old soldier's face was very close to Yennefer's, his bad breath almost making her become unconscious, as he slapped his tongue against her soft cheek and gave it a long, dirty lick across her pretty face. Yennefer stretched her hands desperately, trying to find something like a stone or anything sharp to defend herself, to no avail. The veteran soldier was much stronger than she was and from the corner of her eyes, she could even see how Matej was grinning at her, chuckling about her futile situation.

"Stop it. Let me go!" Yennefer struggled for words, heart throbbing on the edge of pure terror and panic as she realized how much she was at the mercy of her attackers. Then, even worse, the old soldier drew a knife and hold its sharp tip at her throat. Beads of sweat started to run down Yennefer's forehead, as she thought he was going to hurt her. Kill her.

"Now I will make you an offer which will apply more perfectly to your true value as a human being, bitch. Listen carefully!" Lado stated in a cold tone while moving the sharp tip slowly along her face and nuzzling her hair as Yennefer nodded her head in approval, frightened to death. To her rough luck, nobody else appeared in the back alley and was ready to rescue her.

"Your vengerberger ass is clearly worth no more than we redanian soldiers pay for this piss water your stupid kind call beer. I say five fucking crowns, each, including the free choice to fuck your face, pussy, and asshole as rough and often we want until WE allow you to bugger off," he stated and looked directly into her widened violet eyes. As Yennefer wanted to say something, his choking grasp tightened even more and he added, "And be sure, we won't stop until we've fucked you sore and bloody till your holes look the same like our beautiful Banner of Redania. DEAL?!"

Dumbfounded, Yennefer's bleached glimpse was sealed at the knife rubbing against her cheek. The veteran soldier's dismissive eyes suffused her with fright and impuissance, resembling Netek's type of a misogynistic, crazed asshole. Added to this realization, Yennefer understood now that she had completely miscalculated her negotiating power and actual situation. Even though she was free and on her own now, able to make her own decisions and take her own risks, she was totally enfeebled by the loss of her social status, magic abilities, and reputation. On the ship, she wasn't really aware of how much this factor was going to make a difference out here. How much it was going to force her to adjust herself and character to this reality of belonging to the bottom of the society, of being treated the same awfully unfair way every woman on the continent was today.

If she wanted to live through Oxenfurt and Velen AND find her Ciri, she had to accept this plain fact, now.

"Netek, when I get my hands on you..."

"D-deal!"
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