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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96295 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary:
After having the gangfuck of her life, Yennefer wakes up in the early morning as Captain Vilgord appears and tries to figure out what exactly happened on his deck while standing in the middle of his worn-out crew. Moments later, Yennefer witnesses Netek's power and discovers that more is going on than a simple vendetta of a dwarf and that her mission to find Ciri isn't as confidential as she thought. Worse, the Witch Hunters already wait for her in Oxenfurt and only one cover seems to be appropriate enough to help Yennefer to get out of there. Guess what...
Tags: No sex
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 12, 2018
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE???"
The sorceress was scared witless, as she ran her fingers over her eyes, trying to clear them. Her face was covered in so much cum that it was an almost impossible undertaking to get off of it without any water, as she heard Vilgord grunting, "Mister Toggl, wake up dammit! Explain... this!!!" He gave Alfred a hard push, who was - like the rest of the crew - lying around the wooden deck, totally worn out by the whole fucking and alcohol consumption. The Captain's angry voice echoed through the deck like an alarm bell and gave the sailors a freaking start, forcing them to stand upright.
"Well, um..." Alfred muttered, struggling for words, too tired and drunk to say something clever.
"Well what? Please be more precise, seaman, because I'm so close to tossing you all to the brig!" The Captain blustered, totally ignoring the sorceress' naked and wanton presence. "What is this all suppose to mean here?
"Exactly what it looks like, Captain," Yennefer stated and flicked the cum off her fingers and then pushed herself off the ground wobbly. A great part of her was more than happy to end this charade, as she placed the hands on her hips and straightened her back, giving the Captain full view of her raw, cum-leaking body and pussy.
Vilgord seemed too confused to say something, as he looked around and tried to put one and one together. "On my ship Jenny, we have rules and a code. As the Captain, I do not tolerate such behavior and things going on behind my back. You force me to take disciplinary action against all my men and you, of course."
"Hmm I don't think so, Sir."
Every man's head turned to Netek who seemed to be appeared from nowhere with his evil grin piercing through the faint lamplight.
"Mister Rivay, what is this suppose to mean?"
"Well, it's quite simple, Sir. A mutual friend instructed me to make sure that everythin' goes well for the crew and guests durin' the whole trip. Hearing the crew or Jenny gettin' punished would make him really angry, Captain. And you don't want that, believe me."
Vilgord kept quiet, eyeing the dwarf's expression suspiciously. "He? If he has a problem with me or my command, he can come and talk about it, in private and not in front of my crew. But as long as I give the orders here on MY ship, MY word is MY bond. And I will enforce the rules."
Netek crossed his arms behind his back and kept a straight face. "He knew you would say that, Captain, and gave me the permission to act in his name. Shall we begin then?"
The crew seemed to know who 'he' actually was, Yennefer totally not. Her lilac eyes were whirring around, trying to find hints, as she opened her lips to say something but was cut off.
"I haven't done anything wrong, and there is nothing to talk about at this very morning. Mister Toggl, lead Mister Rivay off to the lock-up, I will look after him when we arrived in Oxenfurt... Mister Toggl?"
Alfred and the whole crew stood put and crossed her arms in response. Again, Yennefer had problems to cope with the situation, as she heard Netek talking, "Captain, it seems that you have a problem to understand the gravity of the situation. Your authority is only based on the stripes of your uniform and reputation, and those things have often their limits. As always, it's the man who pays the wages the person who holds true power in his hands."
"This is mutiny, men. If Mister Rhyst has..." Vilgord stated angrily but got interrupted by Netek's short laughter. "You think I am workin' for Mister Rhyst? The slimy little asshole can go hang. He is nothin' to speak of. No no no, my lovely wannabe Captain, my employer is someone you always hope to never make an acquaintance of, someone who does nothin' halfway and let something stay unfinished."
Captain Vilgord's face turned white and his eyes widened in shock and fear, unwittingly making few steps backward until colliding with a sailor, terrified to the core.
"What are you all talking about? Who is this person?" Yennefer blurted, not able to hold herself back anymore.
Netek's cold-sparkling eyes turned to the confused sorceress and gave her a damn chill. "You fuckin' bitch will shut up, put your little ass on this fuckin' crate there and enjoy the show! I will take care of you later." The sorceress knew he was serious and did what he said, as she sat down and crossed her legs, her body trembling slightly because of the cold breath of air.
"Someone should give that bitch a shirt before she catches cold and I get problems too!" The stern dwarf barked and watched how five men started to pull off their shirts and then handed them to the sorceress, as Yennefer chose the least dirty one and put it on immediately.
"So where was I? Ah yes. My boss - if you wanna call him that way - is a really patient man, a man who judges and considers people's wrong behavior and decisions from all as-..."
"I didn't do anything wrong, I swe-..." Vilgord panicked, beads of sweat running down his forehead.
"-pects. He didn't even mind when you started looting goods and stealing your crew's portion of the profit, and as your wife began taking two elven women hostages and using them as sex slaves in her mansion in Povis, or even as your stupid son fucked the vice admiral's daughter, knocked her up and then drove her into suicide. No. Those things weren't the final straw."
The crew was shocked as much as the sorceress herself. Especially the elven seamen boiled with rage and were hardly able to hold themselves back, as Netek made two more steps towards the Captain and showed off a morning star which he had hidden behind his back all the time. Its barbed head was at least as big as the dwarf's own head and illegal throughout all Kingdoms.
"Those accusations you mentioned are all completely untrue, I swe-..." Vilgord muttered, scared to death, trying to talk his way out. But after so many years of politics, Yennefer was able to recognize whether people were saying the truth or not by simply looking into their eyes, and Vilgord was definitively lying and guilty.
"My boss has no problem with unimportant issues like slavery, murder, incest, racism or cheat. But everyone, regardless of status or rank, has to follow two simple rules: Never ever do somethin' that could thwart his plans in any possible way AND NEVER EVER put his property at risk. And you motherfuckin' peace of horse shit broke both of them!"
The consternation turned into shock as every man around stood there, unbelieving and speechless, except Yennefer of course. She was just sitting there and no clue what they all were talking and thinking about.
"Two fuckin' weeks ago, an admiral from Kovir threw a party in his mansion. A fuckin' sex orgy, a gang bang. Ringin' a bell?" Netek grunted straight-faced. "No? Maybe you remember the beautiful, black-haired woman, a whore. What was her name? Ah yes. Sasha. No? Still ringin' no bell?"
Captain Vilgord was on the verge of tears, as he blurted, "I didn't know she was his, I swe-...!"
"As if this wasn't enough, you fuckin' filth have informed the Witch Hunters about Jenny's arrival at Oxenfurt, wanna collect the bounty on her head. And this was the second deadly mistake of you," Netek stated, still taking few steps towards the feared Captain and swinging his spiked mace slowly.
The crew moved closer together, ready to vent their spleen any moment. "But you are lucky, Captain, in contrast to you my boss is merciful and kind, and he has decided to give you another chance... if you accomplish to coax Jenny to forgive you and your offenses from the bottom of her sexy heart. Go on, and remember; she has to be lookin' really convinced, otherwise..."
Yennefer's lilac eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe that there was any possibility to make her forgive Vilgord, but like the Captain it seemed that she hadn't a choice as well.
Immediately, Vilgord walked to the sitting sorceress and bowed deeply, trembling at the knees, "Please forgive me Jenny, please!"
"What the fuckin' hell was that? An easy attempt to get yourself killed? First, get on your fuckin' knees idiot. Second, look into her beautiful eyes and start to confess everythin', speak clearly and soulfully. C'mon, try again, for your own sake!"
Vilgord's entire body was twitching in horror, as he knelt before her and looked straight into her eye, tears running down his cheeks. "Jenny, I have done ma-..."
The Captain was not able to finish his first sentence as the spiky head of the mace hit his head and hurled his entire body down to the wooden deck. Blood gushed from his head and splashed around, especially onto the unwitting sorceress' face and body. Yennefer hadn't even time to give herself a start, as the angry dwarf clubbed Vilgord to death, each direct hit ripping more flaps of his skin out and spreading them in pieces all over the place.
The entire crew backed off from the bloody sight, as few men started to fetch up, looking for an empty place behind the cargo containers. Others just held their mouths shut with their hands while shaking their heads in disbelief. Unfortunately, Yennefer didn't have the luxury to move away or a chance to empty her stomach, as she kept still and watched the horrific sight going on before her, with her legs crossed and hands placed on her knee, as sexy as ever.
"Fuckin'!"
[Stroke]
"Piece!"
[Stroke]
"Of!"
[Stroke]
"Shit!"
Vilgord's head and chest burst open and his insights were flying in the air, with brain and bones splashing on the crates. Each stroke was more brutal than the previous one, and Yennefer was forced to witness any little process of this distortion, as Netek stopped swinging his morningstar after what seemed like ages, and straightened himself.
"Ah, that was good. What do you think guys?" The dwarf asked the men, his face and clothes totally covered in blood dripping to the floor. The crew seemed to have no words to describe their feelings when they looked at him with widened eyes.
"Who will be the next Captain of this ship, Netek?" Alfred asked surprisingly, looking down at the shredded body.
"I don't know. You perhaps?" Netek smiled back. "But first, let's toss this useless piece of shit overboard and set sail, we still have to deliver passengers and cargo to Oxenfurt. And someone should start cleanin' off the deck before the nitwits of traders wake up."
After Yennefer whisked the blood off her face, she watched how men carried the corpse off and let it vanish in the sea while speaking no word to each other. There was an eerie silence when Netek instructed some sailors about their new tasks and shift changes. "So my dear fellows, because of this happy change of leadership, I was also instructed to announce that your wages will be temporarily tripled as well as your bonuses. It's intended to be a little compensation for this whole tragedy and inconvenience I brought upon you, hehe."
The change of their mood was like an alternation of day and night.
In an instant, the depressed sailor's spirit lifted and changed over to a cheerful laughter. They could hardly believe their luck, as some of them gave themselves a pat on their back. "Netek your the best, always knew that. If you ever need help to kill the next captain, you can count on my help, pal." Another roaring laughter echoed through the deck. It seemed that nobody was mourning after Vilgord, not a mite.
What a surprise.
"That's enough you lazy buggers. Get on with your work and give me some time with me bitch!" Netek commanded and chased them off before turning his attention to Yennefer again.
"How is me little cherry blossom? Anythin' okay? You can puke now if you want, it's okay, no one would see you, hehe," the dwarf joked and lifted the sorceress' chin to look into her empty lilac eyes.
Yennefer shook her head and spoke with a firm voice, "No I am fine, thanks."
Netek's eyes widened slightly. "Woha, you are a really tough bitch, me respect. I can remember, even during me... dispute with the Captain, you never looked the other way or blinked an eye. Even now, you're just sittin' here, calm and settled, and makin' me feel warm all over Jenny. Your balls must be damn big girl, hehe, just metaphorically speaking of course."

The five feet tall dwarf hoped and sit down beside the sorceress, who was still busy with observing how the pools of blood were flowing from one side of the deck to another at each bobbing up and down of the ship. Yennefer wasn't scared or shocked, just needed time to sort herself out, and after what happened during the Battle of Sodden Hill, a cold-blooded murder didn't really throw her for a loop.
"Are you going to kill me now as well?" Yennefer asked the dwarf straight, swinging slightly her crossed legs back and forth.
"Ever put me friend's property in danger?" Netek asked back.
"N-no. Define what proper-..."
"Trying to pee on my boss's parade?"
"I don't know, you tell me," Yennefer replied honestly, looking at her cum-covered ankle-high boots.
"No. So you don't have to be afraid of anythin', me cherry blossom," Netek countered simply and added, "And besides, what would be the benefit of killin' you just after makin' you a cum-craving bitch? That would be just a waste of time and effort for nothin'. Neeey me darlin', sure I am a cold-hearted bastard, but not stupid."
"Then tell me who your boss or friend is?" The curious sorceress asked, now looking straight into the dwarf's eye and placing her hands at the edge of the container, bracing herself up lasciviously. "And why he's so interested in me and my mission? And please don't try to bullshit me. I am a sex-crazed bitch, but not stupid as well."
Netek snorted with relish, as he jumped off and stretched himself. "You wanna really know that? Hmm alright, but not here. The iron smell of blood is so disgusting... just gross. C'mon, let's just get back to the ship's wheel and enjoy the sunrise instead."
"And you will really answer my questions later?" Yennefer smirked doubtfully. "Why do I get the feeling I have to suck you off for that information, Mister Rivay?"
Netek leered at the sorceress, as he reached out his hand and replied, "You kept your side of the bargain, bitch, fucked your way through the crew and the traders and filled my pockets with enough coin so I can spend my whole next weekend at the Passiflora and bang the best whores of the continent. And don't get me wrong, me cherry blossom, but you look like shit right now, and I always like my bitches clean and shaved, hehe. So wanna come now?"
"Sure. Always," Yennefer joked and took Netek by the hand and following him through the cargo crates. Strangely, the sorceress didn't feel like she would bear a grudge against him anymore, even though he fucked and forced her to things she would have never freely agreed to, things which cost her reputation and status, even her name.
He was right; she was really feeling like newborn, different.
Was that a good thing now or not?
She hadn't decided yet.
"Hey, you said something about traders? That's not possible, there were just the crew and no one else," Yennefer asked while trying to recapitulate the entire evening, including the dinner, breeding bitch session, and gangbang orgy.
Netek let out a guffaw and wagged his head. "Women, it's always the same with you. First, you act like you hate being treated as inferior livin' creatures, and then after you had your first real fuck and gangbang, you can't get enough of it... [Snort.] Anyway, your friend Leuvaarden was so deeply contented with you that he even paid twice as much. That fat ass was so worn out, he could barely make it to his room, hehe. And the same goes for his trader idiots. Guess it won't take long until everyone on the continent knows about your fun time here. I've even told him about your time bein' the breedin' bitch for his dogs. Damn, he was impressed with you."
Yennefer shuddered in disgust, as she imagined Declan's fat body pressing against her's, his little cock demanding entrance into her tiny snatch and his tongue sliding over her cheek. The imagination was so disgusting that she was not only happy to not remember anything, but also very turned on. The sorceress could feel how her pussy started to ache and get wet and hot, making her body craving after cocks and their precious seed again.
At the beginning of the stairs heading to the highest platform, Netek eventually stopped and leered broadly. "After you, me cherry blossom. For the last time, let Mister Rivay enjoy the beautiful view of your bubble butt's shakin'."
The raven-haired sorceress pursed her plush lips and smirked at the dwarf, as she made one step after another, slowly and the way he was able to see her luscious pussy lips rubbing against each other. Netek bit his bottom lip when Yennefer lifted the hem of her white shirt over her buttocks and slapped them, making them jiggle before setting foot on the platform.
"Satisfied, Mister Rivay?" Yennefer asked and gave him a sexy wink.
"Oh me cherry blossom, me satisfaction is so big in me pants right now, you can't imagine, hehe. You make farewell really, really hard for me," Netek chuckled and smacked the sorceress' ass with relish. "The sun should come up any moment, let's go to the railin'."
A softly blowing breeze rushed through Yennefer's body and hair, as she looked up and watched how the stars began to vanish. The sky changed from coal-black to orange, reflecting the sun's beauty in all its glory. Right now, she wished Ciri would be here and enjoy the moment with her, hugging her to herself like back in the days when they were together.
"So, you promised me to answer my questions, Mister Rivay. I am listening," the sorceress asked directly.
Netek bent over the railing and looked over to her. "Promised, no not really. But I like you, Jenny, and you like me, just admit it and I will give some answers."
Yennefer curled her lips, thought it was time to do some frank talking, as she opened her mouth and let her famous honesty speak for her again after long time, "You are a sadistic, selfish and mentally disturbed piece of dwarf shit, and believe me I would never hesitate to dagger you, stab you through your heart and wish you the most painful death a living being can ever befall, and yes you greedy bastard, despite all, I like you as much as I hate you."
Netek acted like he would brush his tears away and replied, "That was the most beautiful and honest thin' a bitch ever told to me. Especially the part with dwarf shit touched me so deeply and moved me to tears. But you forget somethin' important; good-looking, I am also a good-looking piece of dwarf shit, hehe."
A few hours ago, Yennefer would have tried to kill him as fast as possible. Now, she was even grateful somehow. He was the first man who really fucked the brain out of her, made her cum like never before. He treated her like garbage and a cheap whore. And therefore, as strange as it sounded, she felt like she had so much fun like never before.
"But all jokin' aside, me cherry blossom. You wanna know who my boss is, right?" Netek asked, seeing the sorceress' nodding her head in approval. "Well, the truth is I can't tell you that. Yeah, it's cliche but before you ask, no. I don't know his motives about you. I was only charged with the task of killin' the Captain and helpin' you to get ready for whatever your mission is in Oxenfurt or Velen. It's as simple as that."
Yennefer furled her eyebrows and looked venomously at him. "Yes, poisoning me, fucking me and forcing me into prostitution, and if this wasn't even enough, also destroying my life and existence in front of everybody... Yes, you're right, you really helped me a lot. Thank you sooooooo much," the sorceress stated ironically, trying to choke her feisty reboiling emotions as much as possible.
"Oh c'mon sweetheart, don't pretend you didn't like getting fucked or being the bitch for dogs and everybody. I am doin' this for a long time and I know women like you..." Netek laughed sardonically.
"No, you don't, because..." Yennefer tried to counter.
"Because you think you're better than other people and deserve better, respect, acknowledgment. But let me make somethin' clear, bitch," Netek stated, his mood getting dead serious. "If it were up to me I would have broken you and your fuckin' mind to little pieces, wiped out the last bit of your useless and derisive personality from your worthless sorceress bein', and made you me lovely trophy slave whose only sole purpose would have been to serve men as their personal cum dumpster and fucktoy for the rest of her fuckin', miserable life."
Yennefer looked squarely into Netek's eyes, knew that he was not bluffing.
"You would have never seen me comin', never had a choice or a decision to make. I would have fucked you so hard and so persistently, you wouldn't have had time to think or see any light for months without me permission. You, me cherry blossom, would have just shed bitter tears and begged me to let you go, to show mercy. And you know what would I have done in response? Hm?"
The dwarf's words made the sorceress blood run cold, as she shook her head unwittingly.
"Instead of just slappin' across your face, I would have fucked you into the coma. Instead of just explainin' you anythin', I would have thrown you onto the table in the dinin' room and let people pound you into oblivion... And instead of lettin' you just go, I would have sold you on the black market and watched you beggin' me again to take you back as me sex slave. And yes, bitch, I am sure you would have even liked to be me sex slave because you have a crush on men who know exactly how to treat and put you in your natural place... And men who have big and thick cocks of course."
Netek had a strange glint in the eye before his expression brightened up and changed back to a broad smirk.
"But lucky for you, Jenny, it wasn't up to me, and you're not broken but kinkier than ever before. You even have the luxury to stand next to me and enjoy a conversation amon' equal people, more or less of course. And don't tell me you didn't like to be a bitch, because I've never seen a slut enjoyin' her pounding and debasement so damn to the fullest like you did. Not to mention your insane pleasure of bein' six dog's breeding bitch."
Yennefer felt the urge to explain herself, as Netek pulled some scrolls of paper out of his pocket and handed them over. With her lilac eyes widening in amazement, the sorceress looked at a wanted poster of herself and a bounty of twenty thousand crowns on her head. They even made different pictures of her outfits with variations of her makeup and hairstyles.
"But enough chit-chat now, me cherry blossom. Let's get to business. As you know, Vilgord snitched on you and caused the Witch Hunters to redeploy their forces back to Oxenfurt. More than one hundred and twenty racist assholes are expectin' you settin' a foot on one of their wharfs within next days. There are rumors that Caleb Menge, commander of the Temple Guard of Novigrad and leader of the Witch Hunters, has attended to your matter and deployed several special forces at different entryways," Netek stated relaxed, ignoring Yennefer's horrified expression.
"So much fuss just for me? Why do I not believe you?!" The sorceress asked and crossed her arms.
The dwarf just snorted and replied, "The whole fuss is not about you, bitch. Think! What or who does King Radovid the fifth pisshole desire most? Who does he hate more than anythin' and anybody on this fuckin' continent, and could be the reason for twenty thousand crowns to simply get a chance with your sexy ass in return?"
Immediately, the sorceress' head fell backward and she uttered with a deep sigh, "Dammit. Philippa," and then added, "But I don't know where she is, nobody does. Since this bastard smashed her eyesight, she has been on the run and never contacted me or one of the other sorceress of the Lodge again."
"Radovid doesn't care. He is so obsessed with you tiny sorceress asses that he spends a fortune to get hold of you. But well it is up to you, Jenny. You can take my advice and increase your chances to survive all this, or wait and see. It's your life, not mine which is at stake here, literally. I for my share will only dock the ship for an hour and return to Povis again. Bitch, believe me, I could care less about your fuckin' life."
As always, Yennefer hated the fact of having no real choice, as she took a deep breath and signalized him to continue.
"Good. Now listen carefully. At midnight, two military provision carts will be headin' to the front lines. They always stay at the great bridge and will be prepared durin' the whole day. And luckily, most guards are total idiots and never check these carts carefully. You have to get into one of these and they will brin' you out of town in no time.
"Midnight? How am I supposed to go unrecognized in the meantime? They all knew about the fliers, the way I dress and even have portraits of my head from four different angles..." Yennefer gave tongue to her thoughts, as Netek grinned ear to ear with a chuckle and few other things started to dawn on the sorceress.
"Sorceresses. Think they were always so clever and cunnin'... and yet so bloody stupid when it comes to the point of seein' the obvious," Netek mocked her and yelled with laughter.
"I AM NOT a prostitute and I DO NOT intend to dress like one! No. No. No! I won't. No! This ordeal is supposed to end here, on this damn ship, NOW! There must be another way," Yennefer barked and paced up and down, as she realized something else and looked at the smirking dwarf again.
"You! You have planned this all through, did you? Forced me into this, fucked me, told me I must submit, otherwise you wouldn't hesitate to contact the Witch Hunters, said you would kill me! Can't believe I fell for it," Yennefer freaked out before Netek gave her a slap across the face and barked back, "Shut up bitch and calm down. First, I fucked you because you deserved it and really needed a man who called the shots and put you in your place. Second, with your former bitchy personality and outfit, you wouldn't make it two seconds in Oxenfurt or Velen. I was instructed to change this, and it's a fact that only way a woman is able to move freely today goes by hookin' and fuckin'."
The angry dwarf refused to let the sorceress speak, as he wagged his finger threateningly.
"Third, there is no such thing as a free lunch. I don't know what's so interestin' about you, but me boss - he hates it when I call him this way, let's say friend - obviously wants you to achieve your objective. Fourth, you are not a prostitute, you are a wanton bitch. You like gettin' fucked, dominated and used by men. You like suckin' cocks and the taste of cum. You wouldn't go hookin' just for money, noooo you crazy bitch fuckin' love sex and the thrill of bein' treated as an inferior fucktoy. Stop denyin' it and get it over with, dammit. I am so tired of hearin' your self-doubts much longer!"
Yennefer caressed her cheek as she feared the worst.
"Objective? Why did you call it that way? What do you really know about my mission?" If somebody else knew about Ciri, that would be the worst case scenario by far, and a game changer.
"Me? Nothin'. But the way you point it out makes me clear that it's not about money but rather someone you really do love and care about more than anything in your life. It must be a person who's so important to you that makes you take so much risk at once, and still keep you goin'."
With her face turning white, the sorceress' slim body began trembling, the next question causing her great anxiety, "What does your friend know about the person I am looking for? And stop avoiding my question, because this whole thing seems to be too well planned for just getting me out of the city."
Netek kept silent and smirked broadly, not letting himself getting lured out of his defense.
"Oh, you want to play the ignorant silent, good. If you don't mind, I'm gonna do a thought experiment. Well, let's think this through, shall we... The Emperor of Nilfgaard gave me the assignment in private. Nobody knows what or who my target is, and Emhyr var Emreis has good reasons to keep it that way. Logically, the only one left is Karl Rhyst. He is behind all this, is he?" Yennefer stated and scrutinized the dwarf's unchanged expression.
It took a moment before Netek laughed himself to tears and yelled, "Hey Alfred! Alfred, come here! You have to hear this!"
"What???"
"This bitch thinks Mister I-have-such-a-small-dick Rhyst is the person who sent me here, can you believe it, hahahaha," the dwarf uttered and was in stitches. Seeing Alfred bursting into laughter too didn't discourage her, as she decided to poke around and find the answers she was looking for, "It must be him... with the money and opportunity... Stop laughing, dammit!"
"ETA TO OXENFURT HARBOR, ONE HOUR!!!"
Netek needed a minute to calm down and brush his tears away. "Karl Rhyst. That was good, me cherry blossom, but no. I would never call this slimy little pussy hole my boss and certainly not my friend."
"If Karl Rhyst wasn't the man behind all this, then who?" Yennefer gave voice to her thoughts, trying to compose the possible hints, as her eyes widened because of the next conclusions coming to her mind. "It must be someone of the Higher Nilfgaardian Society, someone with tremendous connections to Lan Exeter and Redanian Intelligence, someone who's a hold over Karl... But how is this even possible?... He is one of the richest and most influential men on the continent..."
Netek kept silent and listened to the sorceress' futile speculations, as Yennefer uttered with a smile on her face, "You and your so-called friend think you have thought of everything, right? But you are WRONG. Here on this ship, you could control, fuck and use me. The dimeritium was keeping me on a short leash. But in Oxenfurt, if you like it or not, the very time I get access to my magic abilities again, I will just kill my way through those Witch Hunters to get out of the city. Just like that!"
The sorceress knew it was a bluff and total lie. The Wild Hunt would be there and kill her in no time of course. But she just hoped to wipe the smirk off from the dwarf's stupid face just one time, as he countered with a broad smirk and his eyes pointing to her thin choker. "I don't think so, bitch. Remember that ebony choker around your beautiful neck? It is made of ninety-eight percent pure dimeritium and has a lock secured with a magic closing mechanism behind, hehe... Nobody wants you to attract unnecessary attention from unwanted friends, right?"
Feeling like being kicked in her gut again, Yennefer tried immediately to take off the choker but failed as Netek stepped closer, grabbed at her neck and choked her forcefully so she fell to her knees, whimpering in pain when he pulled her face very close to his.
"Now listen, slut, because there is not much time left and I'm very sick of your stupid prattlin'. If you like it or not, the only way out of this condemned city leads through these carts. You only have two days, two evenings and two chances at startin' today to get your sexy ass in one of these carriages. If you screw this up, the Witch Hunters will know somethin' was gone wrong and start a citywide manhunt to find you. And then you're really fucked!"
"Why just two days? Why not longer?" Yennefer asked with shaking voice, his hands still wrapped around her neck, choking possessively.
"Good question. Intel reports indicated that Vilgord must have given the Witch Hunters a time window of ten days for the ship's arrival. So they'll be expecting us and especially you during the next two remaining days in town. Before I got the urgent order to end me week-long preparations and look after your ass, I could successfully forge the ships papers and its identification number. This way, me cherry blossom, I'm able to prevent those assholes from chargin' the ship on the very first day and give you a one-time chance to go overboard unnoticed. Got it?"
The sorceress nodded her head and asked pleadingly, "Yes, but could you please release me again?"
"Just if you start to behave yourself and be a good girl again!"
"Yes. [Coughs.] I will. [Coughs.] Promise."
The dwarf's bulky hand unfastened its grasp and Yennefer fell to the floor. She felt like she was confronted with a new set of realities. On the one hand that Ciri could have been already blown up and in serious danger just because of her fault and lack of attention. And on the other that her own life was at mercy of someone unknown, with the Witch Hunters close on her heels.
A total disaster.
"ETA TO OXENFURT HARBOR, THIRTY MINUTES!!!"
"Finally. Now follow me to the Captain's room so you can put your dress on again and bathe your face once. C'mon!" Netek ordered and led the way. Yennefer coughed heavily, as she followed him. A strange feeling came upon her when they entered Vilgord's room after what happened to him.
Someone from the crew had put her things on the bed, as she reached out and let her withe shirt fall to the floor. Her wicked body reflected on the mirror nearby, as her lilac eyes widened about her muddy hair and smudgy face. She refused to see her own wasted appearance and detested the idea of going public in this state, but so be it.
Again.
"Have to take a proper bath, and not just wash my face..." Yennefer tried to make clear.
"No. No time for it. New makeup and hair combin' must suffice and besides, it's better when you keep the look and smell, it makes your cover look more convincin'," Netek countered and gave her a box including her personal toiletries. The sorceress tried to comb her shoulder-length, curly black hair as best as she could but the dried cum made the whole process almost impossible, and very painful, causing her to throw the hair comb away with anger.
"Dammit!"
Instead, she preferred to try her luck with the makeup and washed her face, the cum and the black color of her eyeshadow and mascara running down to the bowl. It didn't take long until the water turned into a filthy mixture of sweet cum and dark purple makeup. However, the irritated sorceress was determined to work miracles as she made her face up as best as possible and put on the same skimpy dress like she had before, then finally adjusted the red garter around her slim leg.
"If Geralt could see me now, he would die of smirking and laughter," the sorceress heard herself saying ironically.
"Oh me cherry blossom, don't get so hard on yourself. Master Witcher is quite the bitch himself, and the way he fucks its way in and out of the society's ladies makes himself to be more than worthy of bearing the title of a greedy whore than you," Netek argued and savored the sorceress' sweet pout in surprise.
"You know him?"
The dwarf's smirked again. "Everybody knows Geralt of Rivia, Witcher and fake Butcher of Blaviken, and that Yennefer of Vengerberg is his little bitch, or should I rather say was his little bitch. Thanks to Master Dandelion's ballads and tales, we all know very well about your relationship problems and not to mention about Lady Merigold's slutty role in all this, and you know, her damn big, delicious titties, hehe."
"Dandelion, if I survive this lunacy, I will cut out your tongue once and for all," Yennefer thought furiously.
"Ready now, me cherry blossom?"
"Why can't you just come with me and help me to get out, spare me all this?" Yennefer asked, nervous and annoyed, the name of Triss Merigold raising her anger.
"Because I have to kill twelve other lucky members of the orgy I've mentioned before. Ah c'mon don't pout at me like this again, bitch, me life is much worse than yours, by fuckin' far, and there is a deadline to comply with. These subhuman beings could possibly get wind of me funny assassination plans and try to run away and make me life even more complicated and stressful than it already is. But I feel flattered you asked me, me cherry blossom, it really warms me little heart."
When the dwarf saw the sorceress crossing arms and tapping her left feet on the floor nervously, he felt the urge to say something in addition. "I got full confidence in your hooking skills and I'm totally sure with that sexy frame and lips of yours, you will get very far and deep of course," Netek chuckled few times, heading to the door. "And look at you for a moment. Yesterday, you were such an annoyin' and prude cunt, unable to say please and thank you without spitting on peoples faces. And today, you're a devoted and horny slut who likes to confess how much she likes to get dominated and fucked by men, and animals too it seems, hehe. Your chances of survival are never bein' so high, and big."
But before Netek turned the doorknob, he twisted again and made a serious face while looking carefully into Yennefer's afraid eyes.
"But because of my famous generosity, I will give you two vital tips in conclusion, okay? Firstly, stay away as much as possible from the Witch Hunters' prison called Deireadh, avoid any circumstances or reasons that could get you into that place. If you feel you have no choice or get forced somehow, call for Eera, the whore queen of Oxenfurt and tell her what Alfred told you to say. Believe me, bitch, once you've entered their lovely prison, you will never take one step outside again. In that case, there is only one person who could help you; the death and grim reaper himself.
Yennefer didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence, as she asked further, more concerned than ever, "And the second tip?"
After a little unpleasant pause, Netek's serious face changed over to a dead serious one, as he added, "Caleb fuckin' Menge, the pisshole commander of the Witch Hunters. Stay away from him as well, AT ANY COST. If you think I am a sadistic and mentally disturbed prick, you should never make the acquaintance of him. He is way out of me league. That sick asshole - and if I even call him that way, you can imagine how a really crazy shit he must be - marks his whores with a brandin' iron or slashes their wrists while rapin' them for instance or let them gettin' stoned to death and burned at a stake, just for his creepy pleasure of course. He also has a thing for bondage and whippin', but not the way women would survive it later. Just bitch... just make sure you get to these military carts, okay? It would be a shame to lose your perfect bubble butt this way."
Yennefer had a queasy feeling as Netek finally opened the door and pushed her to the next unwanted adventure.
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