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Sleeping Beauty Reloaded	By : dschinny Category: +S through Z > Witcher 2, The: Assassins of Kings Views: 1938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17 - Pillage, Blood and Wine
Velita did not wake as the door of the saddle chamber opened silently, nor when the blanket was pulled down very cautiously. She woke at a knee pressing onto her spine right between her shoulder blades, “Geralt?” she called out.
“No more Geralt,” the count’s voice came from above as cold iron ensnared her left wrist. Her hand was pulled up and on her back by the manacle. She groaned as her right arm was twisted on her back and her hand was fixed to the other with iron. “My lord, what’s wrong?” – “It’s time,” – “Time… for what?” – “To get up.” Velita was confused it was the dead of the night, but somehow she managed to scramble to her feet. He pushed her to the door “Please, my dear lord, I’ll come with you, just let me get decent.”
“Kneel,” the count pushed her to her knees on the iron grate, tore a strap off the scarf that covered her hair, bundled the rest of it up and stuffed it into her mouth as she moaned because the grate cut into her knees. He placed the longer strap under her nose, pulled it tight over her lips and tied it with a knot at the back of her head. “Be silent. Now get up.” Velita stumbled with her toe in the grate. The count pulled her back up by the arm, backed her against the doorframe and hoisted her over his shoulder.
She huffed as the air was pressed out of her lungs and she realized that her bare ass was showing in the night air as she was carried over the court and into the mansion in sickening pace. She tried to smooth the hem up over her buttocks with her cuffed hands. She lifted her head to get her hair out of her face, recognized the stone floor in the aisle that lead to the wine cellar. Keys rattled, a heavy door screeched open.
The count renewed his hold around her the back of her knees and took a deep breath. Maybe he felt her weight, but he just turned and pulled the door close behind him. She got a glimpse at a brick stair, the keys resounded then the floor twisted again. First she had been glad that nobody else saw her nakedness, but now she was getting sick. He secured her with his left hand clamping on her thigh and stepped down the brick stair with two slopes and an iron railing that went even further down below basement level than the vegetable cellar.
She had never been in this room, just heard the carriers talk. There was a light that shone down the aisle; the count’s legs cast long shadows. She was dropped off the count’s shoulder; her back hit the high wooden backrest of a chair. “Told you it would be no problem,” the count said to a person that had warmed up the chair and was now standing behind it.
“Let me see for myself.” The captain’s voice replied and a large hand dug into her hair and pulled her head against the backrest. Why wasn’t he in bed? A blade slid over her shoulder and cut through the narrow straps of her dress. The fabric sagged down around her waist but there was no way to cover up herself with her hands tied behind her back. The knife was withdrawn from her neck and Count just smiled as she tried to turn away in the chair, “Let me help you with that rag.” He tried to pull the fabric out from under her butt and the captain supported with a solid pull on her hair. She winced and rose on her toes to reduce the pull.
“Ah, you know I like them shaven, Milord!” The captain praised his lordling’s afternoon handiwork, “and a good idea with the gag.” - “I couldn’t have her yelling in the courts.” – “Down here it is not necessary. Pass me the rope, please?” - The count went over to the table and threw the captain a coil that had been placed there before. “I thought we would do it over here?” he asked his captain and brushed his manicured hand over the polished wooden table.
Velita recognized the worktable from the barn and realized that the count had planned this for days. But why? As her legal owner, he could always use her as his sick mind saw fit.
“I would like to do a little examination before I serve up the goodies at the table. Then I’ll sit back and watch you feast, Milord.” the captain explained and looped the rope around the slave's neck to fix her upper body to the backrest. He groaned as he knelt and Velita couldn’t quite see what he was doing at the chair’s leg. But then he suddenly straightened up, pulled her right leg up over the armrest and secured her ankle to the outside of the frame with another loop of rope. Velita yelped into the gag, kicked with her free leg, tried to support herself and find an angle to slip out of that loop. She was about to upend the chair as the count stepped in, grabbed her left ankle and twisted it outwards painfully. She screamed into the gag and cringed, nearly strangling herself with the rope around her throat.
“See what I mean?” The captain got up, “She was never tamed properly; we’ve got to be on guard constantly.” He took the rope over to her left side to secure her left ankle as well, tying it over the other armrest. He straightened with a confident groan.
“Sure, go ahead.” the count commented and elbowed the captain, “Look how she’s getting all worked up trying to keep her knees together.” – “I bet the little whore wasn’t that shy when she entertained the witcher.” – “Now she’s all yours, Captain. Clean her out and soften her up for me.”

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