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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
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Summary:
Yennefer, Netek, and Alfred finally attend the party where the whole crew and the Captain will participate in tonight. Yennefer is not able to free herself of being the dwarf's personal trophy and sorceress whore and plays along with the charade. And when she thinks it can't be getting more humiliating for her, she even meets someone who knows her, and Netek's dedication to destroying her identity and reputation shows his true and cruel face.
Tags: No sex, forced fingerfucking, consensual, French kissing
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 12, 2018
The entire trading ship was silent, feeling empty while two sailors and the beautiful sorceress were strolling through the dimly lit corridors. Each and every person of the crew seemed to be at this party, which in fact was an old Koviri sailor tradition and famous throughout the continent. Back in the days when the Koviri explorer and traders ran great risks and every trip took up much time, they started to celebrate the success of the mission the night before its official ending.
The captain was supposed to arrange the party and invite the crew including guests and important officials. The party was always something prestigious and important and captains who seemed to be able to throw a party with many people after a dangerous journey were considered successful and honorable. Apart from that, a lot of Koviri specialties and drinks were going to be dished up and the idea of the command chain put aside during the whole event.
As the silence began slowly to disappear and the corridors to lighten up, the awkward situation turned Yennefer's stomach and sent cold shivers up and down her spine. She frantically tried to draw down the hem of her dress to her knees, to cover her tits with the little material on the front side but failed miserably. The slutty outfit was only made to be practical and as much degrading as possible, forcing the feelings of inferiority and futility upon her the same way she was describing herself right now.
After their turn around the next corner, the silence yielded and gave place to hearty laugh. In the corridor was nobody else, but the party inside the dining room seemed to be already going on, casting light through the threshold to the wooden floor of the large trading ship. Although the poison in her body was neutralized and the fuck sessions were over, her heart started to poke again painfully in her chest, making her body sweat bullets, as the beautiful sorceress' legs carried her lascivious curves closer towards the profound abyss.
"Here we are finally. Little excited, aren't we? Hehe, you don't need to be, me cherry blossom. As long as you keep your mouth shut if not spoken to and prize the men's needs and appetite above your own worthless cunt, Jenny, we will make great fortune with your tiny bubble butt," Netek leered at the sorceress, his hands caressing her soft buttocks through the black fabric of her dress possessively.
"Alfred, how much had the last whore we fucked on the ship charged for her services again?" The witty dwarf asked his stout friend before the door.
"Two hundred and fifty crowns."
"And after we fucked her senseless?"
"Fifty crowns."
"And after we threatened her with tossin' her useless body overboard?"
"Five crowns."
Netek's evil grin became larger, his eyes sparkling like he hit on the most devilish idea of his life. "Five crowns multiplied by forty crewmen makes two hundred crowns. Let's say twenty crowns for each of these nitwits of traders makes hundred and sixty crowns. And plus one hundred and fifty crowns for our honored Captain Stupid, altogether that makes five hundred and ten crowns, bitch. I will act as your whoremonger and collect the coins when you wrap up the deals. All right?"
Yennefer looked confused and not believing. He couldn't possibly mean what he just said to her. He couldn't ask her seriously to go hooking for him, forcing her into prostitution after fucking her the most brutal way a woman could imagine. And it was one thing to look and act like a prostitute, quite another to actually be one. When he started to name her Jenny, put the red garter on her, told her she had to earn her spurs and then ravished her cruelly, she thought he was saying and doing all these things to just mortifying her, to put her in her place and degrade her simply.
If she was really wrong about that conclusion, the worst possible nightmare would be nothing compared to his real intentions.
The sorceress just gaped at him and muttered, "I-I-I-I'm not goin-..."
"And before you think you can cheat on me, bitch, let me tell you three things. Firstly, I am a dwarf and like all dwarfs, I'm also good with money. If you start sellin' your pussy at a higher price, or even for nothin', then I will fuckin' realize that," Netek stated with wagging a finger.
"Secondly, you will offer your services to the major crew first, and then to the traders and finally the Captain. You will act discreetly and hide your true intentions until the crew is done with you. When the traders and the Captain Stupid are pissed like rats, you will throw yourself at them. The entire ship is your back alley, whore, so come up with somethin' creative to get your pussy fucked and me pockets full of coin. Got anythin' so far?"
The dumbstruck sorceress' lips parted slightly in disbelief. She didn't know how to react or what to say as she just nodded her head in response.
"What?!" Netek growled back by smacking her butt hard.
"Yes, Mister Rivay," Yennefer burst out as her cunt moistened in an instant. She couldn't understand why her body was getting so turned on, as her cheeks flushed in shame and her nipples tingled with excitement.
He had poisoned and beaten her, fucked her over and over again, and she had nothing better to do getting wet and horny in exchange? What the hell was wrong with her, and her body?
"Thirdly, you make money by partin' your pussy lips and gettin' your tiny ass fucked, blowjobs are always for free. If someone fucks you before I get me money, it's your fault. In this case, bitch, I will drag your little ass before the Witch Hunters to get me money for your empty head. It's your damn responsibility as a whore to keep the rules goin', not your honorable customers. Understood?" Netek asked sternly, his copper green eyes glowing possessively.
This time, Yennefer was ready to give the dwarf a tongue-lashing and tell him he could go hooking himself and get his own ass fucked by the crew. She was more than ready to say him that she didn't let him treat her this way any longer, that she was not only Yennefer of Vengerberg, a powerful and mighty sorceress, but also a human being and a woman who deserved respect and appreciation. She survived Vilgefortz's torture, took an important part during the Battle of Sodden Hill, hell even got captured by the Wild Hunt and managed to escape.
She earned people's respect by blood, sweat, and tears, by hard work and sacrifices, and NOT by her tender look and stretching her legs like the best whore in Novigrad.
As Yennefer finally opened her mouth to speak her mind and to tell him anything of those things, Netek's palm landed with a brutal smack on her firm bubble butt and her raw body trembled in every joint, forced Yennefer to bite her lower lip and squeal a moan in pleasure.
"Do you understand me, me cherry blossom?" The assertive dwarf asked again, as his hand slid under the hem of her short dress and squeezed her aching buttocks roughly, savoring the way their jiggling noise echoed quietly through the corridor.
"Yes, Mister Rivay," Yennefer uttered, blushing for shame about the constant betrayal of her own body, her cunt going mad with lusting excitement.
The dwarf grinned from ear to ear, his fingers caressed the inner side of her thighs before their soft touch on her bare-shaven cunt made the sorceress cross her slim legs in horny defense. "What a submissive little slut you have become, Jenny. Gettin' fucked by a big and thick cock was the best thin' that could happen to you. And believe me, when the ship docks at the port tomorrow, you will truly feel like a rebirth. When all this is over, you will be deeply grateful to me, you'll see."
Yennefer doubted this utterly. She only wanted to get rid of the aphrodisiac as fast as possible.
And somehow not. She couldn't explain to herself why.
"So enough talk. Any last questions before we go inside and you start your new life as a whore, me cherry blossom?"
The beautiful sorceress had problems to follow his words. The situation, here and now, felt so surreal and impossible, she could hardly believe it. How could all this happen? Unlike her mind, her body seemed to have fewer problems to accept her proper place in this insane story, waiting eagerly for the starting shot, which made her even more blush with humiliation.
"No, Mister Rivay," Yennefer replied, calm and betrayed, couldn't imagine she was going to survive the upcoming hours.
Netek's hand reached out for the doorknob, as he turned to the flustered sorceress and stated, "And never forget, bitch; you are ME fucktoy and YOU will obey me without hesitation or any complaints, otherwise the heat will swallow you up or you will end up in a dungeon of the Witch Hunters. Clear?"
Yennefer could still feel her pussy and asshole aching for pleasure, being stretched out and gaped to the limit. She should bark and yell the shit out of her, seeking help and redemption for what this dwarf and his fat comrade had done to her. But instead - like it was habit-forming - she only coaxed herself to say the three words,
"Yes, Mister Rivay."

Yennefer's heart was throbbing in her chest when the dwarf twirled the iron knob and the door slid open with a creepy squeak. The dining room was brimmed over with people. Some of them were already sitting at the very long table, chatting and laughing while others standing at different corners being deep in conversation.
The sorceress' lilac eyes widened in discreet amazement, regarding a well-laid table decorated with several kindles and silverware, as more and more sailors came into the room through the door to the kitchen and added new specialties to it, while others were arranging bottles of wine and beer by filling few glasses and mugs.
She couldn't believe how much they made an effort to prepare the decoration and dinner. A scent of fish mixed with lemon and basil filled the whole room, as two sailors brought in a big plate with an octopus-like creature and placed it on the middle of the table.
As the door closed behind them with a nasty bang, a deep silence fell over the whole place and each pair of eyes were locked on the sexy sorceress' body. Their piercing look went right through her, pawing her lascivious frame from top to bottom. Yennefer saw men's eyebrows raising as their gaze stopped at the red garter around her right leg and made them lick their lips with wanton thoughts.
"My Lady Yennefer, I didn't know you were on board too," an overweight man, being about fifty and wearing a bell around his neck, stepped closer to them and looked so surprised that he had to rub his brown eyes in disbelief. The sorceress' stomach turned twice when she recognized the man; Declan Leuvaarden, a rich merchant from Nilfgaard, a powerful member of the Guild of Merchants and unfortunately someone who knew her.
"Declan Leuvaarden, what a pleasant surprise. It's good to see and your friends from the Guild of Merchants are going to participate tonight," Yennefer lied and bit her lower lip, feeling Netek's palm kneading her buttocks when Declan kissed the back of her hand, as a loud bark resounded through the room and two one hundred and twenty pound dogs appeared next to him. "Sit. I said sit. Good. Good boys," the fat man commanded and looked pleased when the well-built dogs obeyed and gazed at the startled sorceress' delicious-looking pussy with their tongue hanging out the side.
"My Lady, I must apologize for my lovely friends here. They both and other four friends just feel a little bit too cramped on this ship and had no space to give vent to their natural fury and needs. But you don't have to be afraid of them, they're tamed and conditioned to follow instructions," Declan explained while petting the dog lovely. "My brother asked me to bring him these little bullies for his breeding farm near Novigrad so he can get new fresh blood to keep his own breed strong and vital. After the last few days being cooped up in their little cages, I've decided to let them out and give them space to naturally unfold themselves until our arrival tomorrow."
Yennefer stared back at the stocky, strong-looking dog who made a docile but confident impression on her, waging its tail energetically and having a withe fur with brown patches. Commonly, the sorceress had no problems with dogs, despite the fact that they're stinking, barking, slobbering, bugging and biting people all the time, but these specimens also had large heads and powerful jaws, their body measuring twenty-five inches and reaching exactly the red garter in the middle of her thighs.
"Sorry my Lady, I just keep talking again. But why didn't the Captain or someone of the crew brief us about you? If we have known about your beautiful presence, we would have come to show you our utmost respect," Declan uttered while scrutinizing the outfit, as more and more people came and surrounded the needy sorceress, trying to get a better look at her skimpy dress and visible nipples.
"Now you have your chance, don't you?" Yennefer replied with a fake smile, crossed her slim legs with embarrassment as she recognized how people's eyes fixated her slightly visible cunt blatantly and seemed not to be able to get enough of her. "And besides, I wanted to come as a stunner anyway." The ambiguous statement caused the sorceress' cheeks to blush for shame.
[Harrumph.]
Netek finished his ass-squeezing and began to tease the sorceress' wet cunt softly. He pushed his middle-finger deep between her tiny buttocks and slid it back and forth over her sensitive pussy lips. In an instant, Yennefer felt an incredible stream of pleasure building up her thighs and causing her to hug the greedy dwarf to herself, with her tits pressing sideways against his cold forehead. They both looked much like a couple now, with the hot sorceress being the dwarf's trophy bitch.
"Yes Mister Rivay, of course... Ah... Declan, allow me to introduce Mister Rivay to you. He's... a really deep, I mean dear friend of mine... Ah the biggest," Yennefer stammered and panted, her head tipped over the dwarf's head while his fingers kept plunging into her moist pussy over and over again.
"Thank you, my cherry blossom. I feel the same way," Netek sneered by disguising his dwarven accent brilliantly, and added, "Mister Leuvaarden, welcome to the party. I can assure you that this party tonight will be one you will never forget."
Declan bowed his head by courtesy and asked immediately, "Mister Netek, aren't you petty officer of this ship? When have you and honorable Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg become acquainted with each other? You must be very taken by Lady Sorceress' attendance." The fat man's eyes were flickering in a curious manner like they always do when he thought there was something cooking, something he could use as important intel to gossip around.
"I can assure you, not only by her attendance, Mister Leuvaarden, but also by her talented tongue, dexterity and ability to take things really deep and keeping them wet for a very long time," Netek equivocated and enjoyed the way the trader looked dumb. Due to the dwarf's constant thrusts, the sorceress kept silence, even as her short dress slipped up her thighs and exposed her clit to the public view. Every man' and dog's gaze moved simultaneously from her tits down to Yennefer's shaven cunt, admiring the juvenile beauty and smoothness of her labia with arched eyebrows.
"Mister Leuvaarden, if you don't mind, as a great dog fancier Sir, I would like to ask you a question," Netek uttered in perfect aristocratic pronunciation and just kept fingerfucking the silent sorceress, and carried on, "These dogs are impressive. Not the common breed people are used to see these days. I suppose you brother must have been looking for specific types of dogs including internal and external physical characteristics, am I right?"
The sorceress looked confused, didn't understand Netek's interest in these massive creatures and had to fight against the urge of moaning and panting the way out of her lungs, anyway.
Leuvaarden seemed really impressed by the dwarven sailor's perfect, fake accent, as he replied, "Well, that's correct Mister Rivay, but I have to admit that my brother is the expert in the family. As far as I know and the things my brother told me, these dogs are very confident, powerful and intelligent, and when it comes to the question of breeding a bitch, extremely dominant and assertive. I remember the seller saying something about their capability of jumping in excess of three feet, and their immense stamina and endurance during the heat cycle. They are meant to be alpha males and perfect for breeding and increasing diversity for a kennel, and yes now I also remember their exact breed name; Nilfgaardian Bulldogs."
"Wow. It seems that the bulldogs and I have a lot of things in common, right me cherry blossom?" Netek leered at the clueless-looking sorceress, who wasn't able to listen because of the dwarf's fingers rubbing inside her precious vulva and stimulating her clit, and the crew was obviously loving the scene as some of them started to lick their lips in wanton imaginations while the two dogs didn't abandon their gaze from the sorceress' pink cunt.
"Yes, Mister Rivay," Yennefer replied innocently, simply too busy with her own problems and pleasure.
"But where are the other bulldogs Mister Leuvaarden? You said they must be a pack of six fellows, but I only see these two friendly bullies here."
Declan pulled a sad face and stated, "I thought it could be a problem for the Captain having around so many dogs here when we're going to celebrate such an important party tonight, and therefore locked the others away again."
"That's not necessary Sir. I know the Captain. He would even love to have them here. Makes the event more special and perhaps gives the dogs a tiny hole of a chance to blow off their engorged steam into, in a very satisfying and relaxing way," Netek chuckled and added, "Alfred, would you...?"
"Of course, I'll be right back!"
Yennefer was still standing at the door, subjected to the people's and now dogs lecherous leering faces, and hoped they would finally sit down and stop undressing her sexy clothes before their imaginary eyes. But as ever, Netek was ready to make her life as awkward and humiliating as possible, as he fingerfucked her publicly, with now slightly audible, wet squeaking noises coming from her aching cunt, and proposed another question to the total dismay of the happily frantic sorceress nearby, "Before the Captain comes and the party begins, Sir Leuvaarden, there's a last thing I'd like to hear your opinion about. If you don't mind of course."
Declan nodded his head in approval, and in contrast to Yennefer he seemed to really like sailors and especially Netek's attention, his questions about a subject that gave him chance to prove them his knowledge and great expertise, and ignoring the hot sorceress' pleading eyes completely.
"Thanks. We've been talking about breeding and heat cycle. I often asked myself, how this is exactly working. For example, how do the male dogs know whether their bitches are willing and ready, or not? How are the male dogs able to differentiate the bitch's body signals and utterances in the context of willingness and abuse, even fucking?" Netek asked without using the word 'fucking' one time in succession. "Hehe, I mean the bitch can't just bark 'stop please', yes?"
A roaring laughter resounded through the room and Yennefer wished the ground would open and swallow her up. His fake interest and stupid questions were clearly meant to humiliate and degrade her to the core, putting her in a position as his bitch of the dog breeding story, while his fingers were torturing and making her complaints go sinking into insignificance, like even herself as useless being.
And as Declan was ready to answer, she anticipated the worst possible and abusing explanation ever.
"A very good questions, Mister Rivay. Again, as far as my brother informed me once, a male dog can smell and sense his bitch's true readiness by her swollen clit, wet vagina and rebellious behavior. In this case, he will immediately start giving her more attention and mount her..."
"But how can he feel still certain after mounting his bitch? The reason for my question is, Sir, that I'm also a proud dog owner and watched my buddy casting a covetous eye on a bitch from the neighborhood. First, the bitch didn't want to allow him to have fun with her, acted like she was something better, even after his hard thrusts into her, the bitch seemed to keep still complaining and trying to stop by pushing him off. Then, I could also hear her orgasming and climaxing to his rough treatment, in a way begging him obviously to keep fucking her pussy somehow. And damn, the needy bitch was going completely crazy and my buddy, so cool and merciful he was, helped her to come finally," Netek explained so vividly that everyone around could perfectly imagine the way his fake dog fucked his fake little bitch back then. To Yennefer surprise though, Declan seemed not to be disgusted about the dwarf's bizarre, voyeuristic and sick experience watching two dogs have sex together, as he crossed his arms and caressed his fat chin reflectively.
"That doesn't surprise me a bit, Mister Rivay. Strong alpha dogs have the unique ability to force their powerful sexual needs upon their chosen victims and bitches, and make them love and suffer their humiliation and degradation, whether they like it or not. As a good friend of mine said once, sex is not just sex. It's also a game in which dominance and submission play an important role to keep the balance between both sexes and by the Holy Fire. It's a simple way a bitch can make certain that only the most powerful and strongest superior mate breeds her womb, who has the best and potent blood to keep her safe and alive in the future. If the bitch's instincts and body have found such compatible mate, despite her mind's objections, then Mister Rivay you can be sure that her constant complaints, screams, and tears are just a sign of her honest submission and approval, her way to signify that she is actually his bitch. In other words, something that has started, proceeded and ended up in a fuck, is maybe the only way a bitch can learn her true place in the world and feel desired and coveted enough to keep going her dull life as a simple breeding object for the male."
Yennefer's shocked expression became even tenser when all men, without exception, nodded their heads in total approval about Declan's misogynistic and untrue statement. Women and men were equal, had the same feelings, problems and worries. Just because their reproductive organs were built differently, that doesn't mean that they had to slaves and victims of their own instincts. All human races had already proved this over and over again.
"Seen from the perspective of animals and nature of course, my Lady," Declan added and bowed before the sorceress respectfully.
"Hmm, I totally agree with Mister Leuvaarden, Sir. Back then, that's the exact thing I observed. From a dear friend, I heard once that dogs would have ways to tame and condition their most precious bitches. Is that true?" Netek asked with mock interest and spread the sorceress' gaping and public pussy lips wide open before sliding his middle finger in and out her tiny tunnel. Yennefer gritted her teeth, wished he would pull it out, but then, when his fingers seemed to really stay out of her forever, she immediately pushed her own buttocks back with shame and made sure it was shoving back into the place it belonged to again.
"He is absolutely right. Alpha dogs also have the ability to mark their bitches with cum and use a special method called inquiry-response conditioning; they're constantly repeating the same bark or growl over and over again until their bitches start to utter the exact bark or growl back, which they always claimed to hear from them as their ultimate debasement and submission," Leuvaarden explained, not seeing the sorceress' blank face after coming suddenly to the degrading realization that the dwarf was doing the same thing to her.
Netek was using the same technique of lower animals to condition and subjugate her to his desired, inferior bitch, and she even gave him that satisfaction. It seemed to the sorceress that shame and humiliation had no limits as her pussy juices were pouring down the back side of the thighs into her heeled boots, fulfilling her body with so much more shameful pleasure when one of the massive dogs even walked behind her and started to lick off the sweet trickles of her most precious nectar from her sweaty skin.
Yennefer wanted him to stop and to yell him off, but then she had to explain everyone what he had done wrong, so she just said nothing and decided to bear the disgusting and wet touches of his tongue on her legs. Everybody was just engrossed in Declan's and Netek's conversation that nobody took note of the dogs' wrong behavior, as she crossed her legs to prevent him from pushing his nose constantly against her wet vulva. But the dog seemed to be very determined to lick any little new drop leaking out her horny pussy when he growled and successfully forced her to part her slender legs again, only for him.
"Interesting and exemplary. The mother nature just knows how this world should really work, and we people should follow her example to reestablish the idea of patriarchy and true balance between the sexes again... But there is another last question - yes this time I really mean it that way Sir, hehe - I'd like to ask you, Master Leuvaarden. Is it possible that a dominant, superior male wants to copulate with a female of another inferior species? " Netek asked seriously and pushed his thick thumb into the sorceress' teeny asshole, rough-working her entire backside relentlessly at once and pushing her to the verge of delectable madness.
"Absolutely. For instance, four-legged animals, insectoids, beasts, draconids et cetera are more than capable of having intercourse with human beings, and vice versa. Very often, reproductive instincts of all these different kind of species are working the same way, and like I said before speaking about dogs, the woman, respectively the bitch must only show her readiness by her swollen clit, wet vagina, and bitchy behavior. If these things apply in that very moment of upcoming sexual urges, dominant superior males will always find an inferior partner to copulate with. Just the way of impregnating doesn't work the vertically, in other words, a draconid species cannot breed a human woman, but an insectoid species can use her as his breeding stock, for example. Well, strictly speaking, this is not breeding anymore, but rather oviparity... I see that this whole subject is going to make Lady Yennefer throw up. Better we finish this topic here and talk later about it again, if you wish so," Declan bowed, as a loud creaking noise coming from the kitchen gave them all quite a turn.
When people turned their heads, four bulldogs including Alfred jumped into the room happily and Captain Vilgord appeared after them, arms pointing to the table. "People it's time. Let us sit and eat together now. Oh, my Lady. You are really here too. Mister Alfred Toggl informed me about your participation, but I wasn't quite sure to the end." Vilgord had to elbow his way through the crowd to get to the sexy sorceress. As he finally stood before her, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw her outfit and the way her body snuggled up to the dwarf she had a raw with earlier.
"You are looking... beautiful, my Lady. Thank you again for your participation. And I'm glad to see you and Mister Netek made peace after all. You have to tell me of course, how my petty officer has exactly accomplished this, but let us sit first," the cheerful Captain said and walked over to the long table like the others. Fortunately, the greedy dog seemed to be literally fed up with the sorceress' sweet vaginal lubrication and disappeared in the crowd, giving her a moment of peace and her designated seat.
The seating arrangements were simple. At the top was always sitting the Captain, then to his left all the guests. The members of the crew were taking the remaining seats in the room by starting from the right. As a special guest, Yennefer was supposed to sit at the beginning of the table with the traders.
"Captain, I know it's not an ordinary request but Jenny asked me if she could sit beside me and the crew this time. She said she would like to get to know the crew better before the arrival at Oxenfurt and it would make her very happy later if she could refresh their drinks and help to give out the dishes," Netek lied through his teeth.
Vilgord looked confused. "Jenny?"
"Ah, I'm so sorry, Captain. It should be a surprise and I destroyed the moment completely," Netek lied like a professional actor, and added to the sorceress' total disgrace, "Lady Yennefer opened up to me today and told me she had decided to reassume her child's name again."
Yennefer's face turned white, pale as a corpse with the dog licking her pussy juices running away. And as she thought it couldn't get worse, the dwarven molester upped the ante immediately. "Therefore, Sir, she told me she would like to use this special event to notify that her first name Yennefer has officially changed over to Jenny. And to make the shift as easy as possible, she would prefer to be only addressed as Jenny from now on."
A sudden piercing pain rushed through the sorceress' body. She could image her dead father doubling up with laughter in his coffin.
"She came near to tears when she told me that designations like 'Lady', 'Sorceress' and 'from Vengerberg' had always made her appear cold, different and not like someone from the common folk. For that reason, she would be also happy to announce that she has already given up her title, origin and magic abilities once and for all. I saw her drinking the magic neutralizer potion with my proper eyes, Captain."
The sorceress' heart stopped poking for a very long time. The walls of the dining room came closer, trying to crush her to death. The alternative, being poisoned and fucked, seemed to be the best choice right now. She felt like she was on the verge of fainting, bleeding out, blazing up alive.
"There is even more to it, Sir. Cause of her former life as a sorceress of the Lodge and Royal Adviser, her financial assets were confiscated by Witch Hunters. Jenny would never admit it freely, but she is broke now and looking for work which fits her remaining qualities the most and best way.
Netek's words were as keen as a razor when Yennefer felt one dagger thrust after another stabbing repeatedly at her heart. Humiliation and abasement, these things were mere child's play compared with this assertion. The dwarf was attempting to break her mentally, physically and publicly, trying to destroy anything she had built up and who she was. And somehow, she knew she was still standing on the brink of despair, the worst part was yet to come.
"Is that true, my L-... Jenny?" Vilgord asked with an arched eyebrow.
Yennefer tried to resist the dwarf's teasing middle finger and thumb, as he pushed both deep into her and forced an incredible string of pleasure to slap against her G-spot, and open up her quivering, closed lips while looking down into her own abyss.
"Nngh... Yesss?!"
A long silence ensued. All traders including Leuvaarden assumed a blank expression, whereas Captain Vilgord looked too stunned to say anything while the crew was still puzzling over the possible consequences, and opportunities. Netek, on the other side, had to stifle his evil grin to not to burst into laughter.
"If this is the case, Jenny, I would be honored to help you. When we arrive at Oxenfurt, I will inform the other Captains about your decision and I'm sure we will find a proper work in no time. You can always count on my help," Vilgord stated proudly, unwittingly ignoring the sorceress' pleading eyes while thinking about how wrong he always was about her. "And the good thing is, if you're no sorceress anymore, the Witch Hunters should leave you alone from now on. Makes your life much easier."
No more than pleasure was keeping Yennefer alive right now. And the reboiling heat of course.
"You can also count on my support, ... Jenny. I will inform all my contacts in Nilfgaard, Novigrad, Povis and all over the continent. What the Witch Hunters have done to you should be publicly criticized. But I must say, I can really understand the reasons for your decision for not being a sorceress anymore. Rated them always among my friends, but what they tried to do in Loc Muinne and in earlier years, was unforgivable and common people deserve vengeance. It's good to see you breaking your affiliation to these treacherous wenches before it's too late," Leuvaarden stated with his friends of the Guild nodding their heads in approval.
Hearing Declan's real thoughts about the sorceresses and her friends felt like a hard slap in the face for Yennefer. She was up to asking him for financial support and a loan to rebuild the Lodge of the sorceresses again. In the early days, he was always very cooperative and helpful, reckoned to be a reliable friend and source for information.
It seemed she was totally wrong. Again.
"I think there are still so many questions we'd like to ask Jenny, but let's sit down and eat first," Captain Vilgord stated after a moment of silence and was the first at its place. In contrast to the protocol, Yennefer didn't sit right beside the traders anymore. With Netek's possessive palm at her buttocks, she was guided to the beginning of the bench on Vilgord's right, being literally trapped while sitting between Netek on her left and Alfred on her right.
When all sailors and traders made themselves comfortable, Vilgord stood up and raised his wineglass."As everyone knows, I'm not someone who makes long speeches, and so it will be this time." A short laugh resounded through the whole room. "And after this mind-blowing start, there is only one thing left to say; thank you for your trust in my crew, Jenny, and good luck for your upcoming task and a new chapter in your life."
After Vilgord's speech, Yennefer wished the ground would open and swallow her up, now for real. She couldn't believe how easy people fell for Netek's lie hook, line and sinker. How could anyone believe something like a magic neutralizer potion would really exist? How stupid are people actually?
Captain Vilgord smiled and made a bow in front of the sorceress, raised his wineglass and swallowed it down at one gulp. "People, let's start with the celebration and have fun."
"Cheers!" Every man in the room yelled in unison and swallowed his drink in one gulp except for Yennefer, whose stomach was ready to fetch up anytime. From the corner of her empty eyes, she could clearly see the sailors tatting about her hot appearance and possible work she could attend on later.
Luckily, Netek had enough of her pussy for a moment, as he started to talk with the Captain on his left and chuckled with him, leaving the beautiful sorceress alone so she could stare blankly at her plate. Desperation and pessimism seemed to have become her loyal companions, as the sorceress watched people eating ravenously and throwing down some seafood to the dogs lying on the floor, and how the stinky and bully creatures accepted their gifts with thanks.
The disgusting view made Yennefer's stomach turn over, and she tried to ignore the stupid dogs, as one of them stalked up on her and poked with his wet nose, jolted the sorceress out of lethargy. "What? Buzz off and leave me alone, you disease-spreading mutt! Don't play the idiot, I know you can understand me, now freaking sod off!!!" The annoyed sorceress uttered with a hushed tone, not wanting more than to be left alone for a moment, as she pushed the dog's snotty snout away forcefully, and then threw her silverware after him.
The dogs snarled and bared their teeth in a predatory way, proving the sorceress that he was someone who took no nonsense from her, as he walked back and poked her deliberately, over and over again.
"Are you dumb moron? I've already got an asshole here who thinks he can poke fun at me and my life, I don't let you wannabe jackasses do the same to me as well. For the last time, you ugly creature, scat!!! Don't press your luck, or you will know me much better by the next time," Yennefer threatened the cocky bulldog with a wagging finger, and then gave him a hard slug on his head, making him wail with pain awhile.
Holding their gazes, the sorceress and the bulldog growled at each other a very long time. Yennefer knew she shouldn't have hit him earlier but the little outburst gave her a chance to feel superior again, in control. Therefore, it was more than worth to run rings around the stupid bulldog and finally stop someone from provoking her much further, even this person wasn't actually a man.
Eventually, the well-built dog averted her gaze and simply buddied up with his slobbering friends once more, making Yennefer heaving a sigh of relief and smiling derisively about the won battle. She grew in confidence and felt so alive that she was ready to stand up and give it to Netek straight, as the Captain's voice broke her imagination.
"Really Netek? I think Jenny will love it," Vilgord said and slugged down a grilled shrimp after some seconds, as her dwarven molester got out something from his pocket, which looked like a white gift box, and opened it. As she had a better look, it appeared to be a thin, ebony choker collar, solid in the front and fastened with a lock in the back, and the letters 'C-S Jenny' were engraved on the front.

"Jenny, my cherry blossom, please accept this gift as a mark of my utmost respect," he said as he flipped it over so she could read the back. Yennefer discreetly peeked at it and saw the words 'Cock-Sucker Jenny' engraved along the reverse side of the 'C-S Jenny' letters. At this very moment, she knew he must have planned this long time ago.
From their seats, people couldn't directly see the engraving, as the dwarf's fingers unclasped the clip of the sorceress' black star pendant choker and pocketed it without asking her permission. Yennefer wanted to exclaim, disagree and fight for it. The star pendant was unique, her identity marker in the last seven decades of her entire life, a powerful reminder of who and what she was.
And now for the first time, it was taken from her and she couldn't do anything to prevent someone from taking it.
Netek slipped the new choker against her neck and held up her curly-black hair so he could connect it in the back by closing its little lock. The choker hugged possessively around the front of Yennefer's neck, and the letters 'C-S Jenny' were clearly displayed.
"It was supposed to be a gift for my devoted sister, but I decided to give it to my lovely cherry blossom Jenny," Netek stated proudly to the public, lying about his non-existing sister.
"That's so kind of you. What's the meaning of the letters 'C-S' actually?" Declan asked and seemed to be even a little touched.
Yennefer's eyebrows arched, expecting the worst.
"My sister was always very nice to other people, never objected or talked back, a true woman..." Netek explained with shaking voice and fake tears in his eyes, and added, "I always called her my charming sister Jenny, and I wanted to give her the choker as a sign of my brotherly love she's waiting for so long. But she will have to wait another two years, but that's alright. She will understand..."
Netek's little speech and fake grief affected all participants visibly, as their eyes turned to the sorceress, expecting to hear something from her in return.
Yennefer couldn't believe it, as she was forced to play along. "That's so sweet of you, Mister Rivay. Thank you so much. It looks so... so beautiful," she said like she was deeply stirred and astonished while thinking someone should cuff her out of this whole nightmare very fast and strongly.
"Just like you are, my cherry blossom. You deserve just the best. Maybe I have earned my little kiss now?" The dwarf asked with a wide grin, his hand gliding along her soft thigh until his fingers found her sensitive pussy and began to play with her swollen clit again. Yennefer felt an unwanted wave of sensation forcing its way up her belly as she pressed her thighs together, in hopes she could stop it this way.
A heavy silence fell as the sexy sorceress tilted her head slightly to kiss the hatred dwarf's hairy cheek. Even as she thought it would be just over in a moment, Netek turned his face and crashed his lips with hers, kissed her back and stuck his tongue through her plush lips into her wet mouth when his fingers started to penetrate her cunt, fast and deep.
Yennefer tried to free herself first, as the dwarf rammed his tongue forward more forcefully and caused their both lips to press even more tightly against each other. The sorceress' eyes widened awkwardly, as Netek's possessive rattlesnake took her hostage, constantly spinning around and bringing her to bay. No matter how hard she tried to push him off and to get rid of the disgust of his saliva, he seemed to be determined to take what he wanted, like the way he was always used to.
Soon, the pleasure became too much and took control of her disloyal body, as she closed her eyes and sunk into the kiss, twirling the tongue eagerly around his by making soggy noises coming out from both mouths. With his fingers thrusting roughly and insistently in and out of her wet pussy, Netek didn't slow down a bit, kept the sorceress sealed to his lips, giving her no chance to escape.
People around were just gaping, having problems to believe their own eyes, as some members of the crew snorted and clapped each other on the shoulder, proud of their petty officer's newest squeeze. Netek's ladykiller skills were legendary and seeing him having a new bitch was anything but shocking. Some of them even looked forward because of his friendly habit of sharing his playthings with his comrades before he used to discard them as worthless.
Losing awareness of her surroundings, the stunned sorceress had lost track of time when she lashed out with her own tongue and let it dance like a whore having her body at a dance pole, with each other's saliva flooding into each other's mouths as they continued to kiss lustily, twisting their heads and changing the angle. Yennefer's wet pussy was going crazy, gushing over as she spread her legs more open to give Netek even more space to do his dirty, but grateful work.
And his kissing skills weren't the worst, not in the least.
Throughout all these years, when it came to sex, Yennefer never let a man be in charge or surrender control, never. Geralt was always a decent person, a good lover, and a talented fucker. He always treated her with respect and on par, equal, tried to understand her, but there was always something missing, something which was waiting to become awoken, like another inner voice, incredibly dangerous, making her always yearn so Geralt would stop being nice to her and then fuck her into madness, just one freaking time.
And now, it seemed that her darkest desires finally broke the surface of her hard shell.
Netek let his fingers ravish the needy sorceress' cunt, giving them full scope, as Yennefer wrapped her lips around his tongue and started to suck it dry, moving back and forth, almost losing herself in the process before crushing them back against his wet lips again. Her body had already confirmed her surrender and that she was an easy lay, but feeling her own left hand stroking the dwarf's tasty cock through his pants in wanton lust, was new, a thrilling experience.
As their lips slowly parted and surrounding cleared up, Yennefer saw Captain Vilgord and others still gaping in disbelief, saying not a single word for a long time. She felt the incredible urge to say something, to sort things out before she was totally finished, as she let her current feelings - or better say her horny cunt - speak for herself, as Netek unplugged his fingers and held up his beer mug in the air to raise a toast, with the beautiful sorceress' pussy juices dripping all over the dishes and tablecloth. His cobber green eyes widened in pleasant surprise as after a bare moment Yennefer did the same by raising her own wineglass, her hands trembling in pleasure and shame in unison.
Like being awoken from their speechless gape, the Captain and all others lifted their mug as well, being excited about what came next.
"To our wives and girlfriends... May they never meet!" The dwarf exclaimed simply and raised a laugh, as every man gulped his beer down like he did, and then banged their mugs on the table loudly.
"Well spoken, Mister Rivay. And I'm happy that you and Jenny get finally along with each other. What an evening so far, isn't it? Can't wait to see what happens next," Vilgord stated, sounding a little bit groggy, as the little party just continued in a wanton mood and people talked with each other again.
And to Yennefer's detriment, the annoying feeling of embarrassment and debasement seemed have reached their climax, as she took a long drink of her wineglass and adjusted her smudgy lipstick with her thumb, not knowing what she should do instead.
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