[GoldOverOnly]Ascot's Sexy Quest (Patreon)

In the southwestern parts of Teresia, Laskwalds.

Ascot is tailing a man in the woods, at the request of the lord's daughter.

The man's name is Hugo Metcalf.

The Lord's family was born in Theresa and they have established a close relationship with King Valois.

Hugo is only an ordinary man you would find drunk outside the tavern at night, reeking of beer and sex. At least, that was my first impression.

But, the lord's daughter has a strong sense of justice. She must have had a good reason to suspect Hugo Metcalf of human trafficking.

"Hugo will surely guide you to the slaves."

My task was to find a certain woman under their imprisonment. As long as I kept her safe, I could do anything I wanted with the slave masters.

"You should find him here, he must be on his way to the Laskwalds. Hurry!"

The rain poured heavily but not heavily enough to drown his rancid smell.

Actually following him was harder than not get spotted; The rain didn't allow for much vision. I did grow weary after a while. Where was he going? Is this just a long walk through the forest?

Finally, my efforts bore fruits when he stopped at a big cave and started talking to someone in front of its' entrance. I tried to observe them as best I could, but it was almost impossible to make the person's face out, let alone see into the cave.

"Is this where they keep them?" I wondered.

Feeling anger and a slight sense of anxiety, I took a big step out of the watery shades.

"Who's there!?"

Hugo and his friend were not the only ones. I felt a cold blade on my neck.

"What are you doing here?" The male voice asked me, in a half shout. 

"Just taking a walk. Forest's pretty, don't you think?" 

"Think you're funny, bitch?"

I could barely take a peek at his face before I felt the dull pain on my neck, slowly spreading. Someone caught me before I fell to the ground, as if someone came to my rescue. But there never was any hope to found in Teresia.

I lost concioussness.

Dripping water. Heavy breathing. Male? And female? They started turning into moaning. Men first, then the women. I heard clanking metal chains. I was tied up in chains. I couldn't move. Panic? No, I'm already familiar with situations like these.

"Awake yet? Wake up, whore, this isn't your personal inn!"

Harsh words finally woke me up, followed by men laughing around me.

I felt the sheer coldness of my metal handcuffs while slowly opening my eyes. I already knew exactly what was coming. I may have been ready, but I was never willing.

Women were treated like objects, goods. Find a pretty one? Keep her until shes used. They didn't see people, they only saw their own lust staring right back at them.

But, that's not what scared me. It was the women.

Some were still fighting, resisting, but the rest, they acted like they accepted their fate. As if their fate was for someone else to decide. They just gave up.

I looked over and saw her, I recognized her instantly. She was the reason I was here. She couldn't die in that cave. Neither could I. Seeing her only strengthened my will. I had to endure whatever is coming until I could get out, with her.

Killing the filthy pigs was only an optional, admittingly satisfying, side-goal.

"Aren't you are a sexy one. You shouldn't wander alone in the woods like that." I remember feeling his breath on my neck as he was talking to me. He was certainly....excited.

"I'm not the one you should be worrying about. You're the one that will die soon."

"Half-dead, chained up and still playing tough?"

I felt pain. He punched me. But you have to be careful when you toy with your prey.

He kneeled down and slid his arm from his foot to my thigh, as if he is checking out the quality of a vase. A vase he was no afraid to break.

"Guys, check it out. She's the best catch we've ever had. Let's take a better look!"

He started laughing as he grabbed my clothes. A loud noise echoed through the cave after he tore through my cloth. I could only imagine his smile growing. They all fell down in front of his feet and sank onto the ground. Something I could have wished for.

"Shit, your body's great. Better than any other slave here."

"How many men you fucked?" A man from the back asked loudly."

"Aren't you charming?" I responded, with a cheeky smile.

"Listen, whore," he said, as he hit me again, "we will break you, like we broke every other woman. So why don't you play along? You'll make it way easier for both of us." He was trying his hardest to intimidate me, but that would never have worked.

I was grabbed and turned around.

"Just be honest, we know that you're a filthy whore that likes to be fucked. No need to be ashamed of it, we won't judge you for wanting it. You'll be like the other slaves in no time. So just enjoy it while you can still think straight."

I couldn't see him, but I felt him checking me out.

"Very funny. Too bad you're absolutely wrong."

He started chuckling.

"Well, have it your way then. Let's see how long it takes to break you."

I heard him exposing his crotch. He started rubbing on my private parts.

The bastard made me wet.

"You certainly are special. Why don't you just become my personal slave?"

"Sorry, but foolish men irritate me."

"That's a shame."

He suddenly grasped my waist.

"Don't care if you hate me. I will make you my bitch!"

I remember the jealous faces of the women next to me when he inserted his cock.