Slave Girl 2: Chapter 148 (Patreon)

In almost a first under this roof I am not the first to wake in the morning. As I crack my eyes to the slits of morning light creeping in around the shutters and balcony door the first thing that I see is Cassie’s blue eyes staring back at me from the other side of the bed.

With a peaceful and contented look upon her pretty face she reaches across to rub her hand up the morning stubble of my cheek. This brings a smile to my face.

For a few minutes we simply stare into each other’s eyes, feeding off the joy of the other. With mussed up hair, skin tacky from our sweaty night of passion, and a crease from the pillow indented across her cheek she nevertheless had never looked so beautiful. It was the joy I saw on the inside that made her so lovely. I knew well the significance of this moment after a lifetime of being single. Her life was now something to be shared even in, especially in, these quiet and intimate moments. Across the pillows between us Rosa was nowhere to be seen as, in her nightly unconscious quest for maximum heat, she had curled up completely beneath the blankets. Flanked on either side by her partners Rosa’s lithe body radiated like a furnace.

Moving carefully so as not to waft our petite Lady Cassie slips from the covers. She stands and stretches her full, voluptuous body, basking in having my sight upon her, before padding quietly around the bed to slip back beneath the covers beside me. Turning in such a way as to not disturb Rosa I take Cassie’s warm, soft body into my arms.

We kiss, a long and tender kiss, and as we do so her hand finds my turgid morning manhood and begins to stroke.

“Mmm.” I moan softly as I fill my hand with one of her large, supple breasts.

Without breaking our kiss Cassie slides her buxom body across mine to mount me from above. “Hmmm.” We both sigh as my hard cock slips easily into her warm, wet cunny.

Rising up just a little as she holds me down by the shoulders Cassie begins to ride me. My hands run down her sides, over her hips, then back up to find her tits again as we make love slowly, sensually, and silently so as not to disturb our sleepy slave. She felt absolutely incredible. Her body, her breasts, her gripping pussy, all of it was a feast for my waking senses. This was an unexpected treat for me. Rosa was more of a lover of the evening. It seems Cassie was a morning girl as well.

Even at our gentle pace it does not take long for Cassie to find her bliss. I watch in the morning glow as a blush rises in her cheeks and listen to her quickening breath as her pussy clenches and grinds around me. Burying her face my neck she lets out a soft shuddering moan as I feel her orgasm pulsate around my manhood. “Ohhhhh.”

She rides me to a second climax, more intense than the first, before disappearing under the covers to finish me off with her hot, sucking mouth. The lump under the covers at my crotch bobs up and down as I stare up at the sky painted dome ceiling above us as Cassie takes me to the heavens. As quietly as I can I shoot my nut down Cassie’s gulping throat. “Hnnnghhhh!”

When she had sucked me dry, and then some, she finally lets me go to glide back up my body and out of the blankets once more. Laying on top of me she kisses me hard and whispers. “Good morning, lover.”

“Mmmm.” I grin. “Good morning!”

***

Two hours later Cassie and I, still in our collars, are sitting out enjoying a hot tea and the glorious morning light shining down over the valley and our garden below from the back porch. The invigorating herbal bitterness swirls in my mouth to mix with the salty, earthy flavors of Cassie’s pussy as I’d only just gotten up off my knees from servicing her. It only made it better. With the chains of her sexual repression smashed forever I had found my horny equal in Miss Cassie. As we gaze out over the landscape we at last hear the shuffling steps of our third.

“Here you are.” Rosa says as she round the corner. I didn’t even have time to hurry to her side to guide her the rest of the way before she blinks across the intervening distance to suddenly be standing just four feet away. She was starting to use her magic far more casually now. She walks in between us to join us at the railing and accepts our hugs and kisses. She gives plenty back in return. Our future would be challenging but after last night all of the really important things had been settled. Our bond was set, our fates entwined, and our lives would be one together. “And how are my Master and Mistress this morning?”

“Never better.” Cassie sighs and kisses Rosa’s cheek once more.

“Feeling good.” I report. “Though my mind is elsewhere.”

“I’m worried about her too.” Rosa says with a stroke down my back. She had correctly read my mind, probably because hers was lingering on the same thing. She asks, hopefully. “We’ll go today, Master?”

“Yeah.” I confirm. “We need to find Collywaddle before we take our next step.”

“Good.” Rosa smiles and cuddles into my chest while pulling Cassie in from the other side to join our embrace. “Good.” We stand a moment in happy togetherness before Rosa’s nose crinkles and she grimaces. “Ugh. You two smell like a brothel! And not the classy kind, I can tell you from experience.”

Cassie chuckles. “We were waiting for you before we bathed.”

“Well let’s not wait any longer!” Rosa pokes me in the belly. “Stinky boy.”

We enjoy a refreshing bath in which we fool around some more. Afterward Cassie and I dress Rosa before she turns to us. Removing my ‘true collar’ she replaces it with my ‘living collar’, the dark wooden pendant that would label me as hers but only to those who knew what they were looking for. She then does the same with Cassie. All smiles Cassie straightens my necklace and I straighten hers. “Thank you, my Lady.” We say in unison before breaking into laughter.

***

Another couple of hours later the three of us are strolling into Grumentum as a unified family, me walking in the middle with the gals at my sides. Along the way Rosa had sung for us and, of course, we spoke of our dreams and the impending plan. Big changes were on the horizon and there was very little left now to slow our departure. This trip into town was a big one as it might very well be our last before passing through on our way toward my birthplace so that I might say goodbye to my family before heading to the port near Paestrum. I knew not whether fate would steer me back onto the Italian peninsula again once we left it and while I might not be able to share our true plans with her I simply had to visit my mother one more time. If for no other reason than to introduce her to Rosa and Cassie. I knew she would be disappointed I couldn’t make a go of her brother’s land, and it would confirm some of the things my grandfather had always said about me, but these were worries for another time. Right now we had supplies to purchase along with a horse to carry them, affairs to sort and, most urgently, a grieving friend to help.

At the gate we encounter the angel Amadeus, as Rosa was hoping we might. I shake his hand and speak briefly but quickly take my leave.

“Meet in the market?” I confirm again with Cassie as Rosa speaks with her friend. Before we turned to more serious shopping the pair of them were going to scour the merchants for more hidden magical items.

“We’ll be there.” Knowing my history in this town Cassie gives me a firm look. “Be safe, Quin.”

“I’ll do my best.”

***

To my surprise I find Aristocles’ shop to be a hive of activity as a pair of robed men directing a team of slaves were in the process of cataloging and boxing the deceased artisan’s tools and inventory. Sticking my head through the open front door I look around to see the shelves empty. In the span of just a couple of days the shop that my friend had put so much of himself into had already lost its heart and soul. The place we had fought so hard to defend was now just another building among the rest. Seated upon a low stool in the corner lost in the chaos and looking so very small and alone was a somber green figure in heavy iron shackles. Collywaddle’s head was bowed, her once bright spirit extinguished completely.

By the gods! Had I known she’d be kept in such a state I would have followed her into town on the first night, no matter how spent I was.

Stepping through I startle the group of men by stating loudly and assertively. “Who is in charge here?”

The older of the robed men steps forward. By his white robes and gray demeanor I could just tell he was a bureaucrat in both job and soul. “I’m sorry, sir. This shop is closed, permanently.”

Ignoring his words I point at Colly who had looked up at the sound of my voice. A flicker of hope flashes in her sad amber eyes. She goes to move but the shackles keep her bound to the stool. Her eyes dull into despair once more.

“Who did that to her? Whose responsible here?”

Bristling at my tone he stands taller and squares up to me in that fearless way of a weak man protected by his office and not by his own strength of arms. “That would be me.”

“Remove those damned shackles.” I demand. “She’s a slave by choice. She’s not going to run. And she’s in mourning for Miseria’s sake!”

“I will thank you not to tell me my duties, whoever you are.”

Turning away from the official I hurry to Colly’s side and kneel beside her. “I came as soon as we thought it proper.” I whisper as I pull her into a hug. “I should have come sooner.” She flinches at my embrace, a flinch I recognized from other slaves in my past. Pulling her tunic away from the back of her neck I look down to see the red welts of fresh lashes across her green back.

As I stew with rage Colly places her small, plump hand on my shoulder. “Pleathe don’t, Mathter Quin.” She says softly. “Remember latht time.”

Despite my anger her words find purchase. The last time I’d popped off to defend the goblin it set off a long series of events that culminated in the deaths of two of my friends. And with our escape so near I dared not get into anymore legal troubles now. Carefully removing my arms from her back to cause the least amount of pain I take a moment to collect myself.

“Master Quin?” The man says. “As in Quintilianus? Quintus Quintilianus?”

Checking my emotions I swallow hard and answer. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“Excellent!” He says. “You saved the estate the cost of a messenger.”

Standing up I turn to face him, my grave scowl causing the slaves to look about warily. They had nothing to be wary of however. With my family my top priority I would remain on my best behavior, regardless of how much I wanted to act. In a low tone I ask. “Did you order this slave lashed?”

The official cocks his head curiously, as if I were asking him if Sol was in the sky. “Yes. She would not be silent and eventually spoke with disrespect to her betters. To me, if you must know. It seems her former master was lax on her discipline.” His dark brows furrow. “She requested that you be the one to mete her punishment. Were you the slave’s disciplinarian?”

“She is my friend. As was her former master.” I say through gritted teeth.

“And you have my condolences.” He says in false sympathy. “Anyway, Fortuna smiled upon us as I was just about to send for you.” He holds out his hand and the other officious looking man hands him a scroll. “You were named in the will. The building and all of its contents are to be sold off with the proceeds going to his family down South. A double blessing for me we have a single collector willing to take the lot at market value. There were just a few things Aristocles bequeathed specially however. Some items for his friends, with your name chief among them.”

Another inheritance? I did not know how to feel about that.

“Well here I am.”

“Here you are indeed.” He says as he reads through the scroll. “Let’s see here. Get me item Q1.” He orders his assistant, who nods and scurries off toward the back room. With a wave of his hand the official adds. “And the slave is yours as well.”

“Oh!” I was just about to inquire into how I might purchase Collywaddle before she had to go through the indignity of going to auction but Aristocles had the foresight to make sure that his ‘darling dumpling’ went to someone who could appreciate her. “I want her out of these chains. Now!”

The guy gives me a look then shakes his head. “Calm yourself, citizen.”

I wanted to say something, I wanted to put him on his ass, but I stay my emotions for the good of everyone. I sign the paper he puts in front of me then wait impatiently for Colly to be freed. I never meant to own one slave but with the stroke of the quill that I now owned a second slave girl. When the last cuff had been released I hold my hand out for Collywaddle. Numbly she rises and shuffles over to take my hand. I give her hand a reassuring squeeze and she squeezed back though her head remains bowed and her expression blank. My silly, sassy, irrepressible little goblin friend had been broken. I just prayed that the damage wasn’t permanent.

“I’m here, Colly.” I whisper to her as we waited for the assistant to return. “I’ve got you now.”

Instead of comforting her my words bring tears to her big almond shaped eyes and she turns her head away. I needed to speak with her but now was neither the time nor the place. I was just glad that I had her safely with me.

After what felt an eternity the younger man at least reemerges with a small item in his hand. The official takes it and looks it over. “Tasteful. I’m surprised. That secret collection of his was…” He glances to Colly. “…less so.” He hands me the item. “That’s it.”

Opening my hand I look to see what it was my friend had left me. It was the figurine of my mother that he’d carved for Paullus all those years ago. I stare at it for a long moment, struck by the sentimentality of the strange man that was Aristocles. How many times had he told me that there was nothing in this life but the pleasure and pain of the moment, yet here he was now reaching from across the final barrier to touch my life for the better. The man was a hypocrite to the very end.

“The funeral…?”

The man says. “The body, what was left of it, was already sent away to Heraclea. His family hails from there. He was alone up here as family goes.”

“He was not alone.” I say, saddened that I would not get to be there. “And the investigation into his death?”

“Investigation?” He says. “As far as I know he was slain by a slave who raped the goblin or something? I don’t know though, I’m just dealing with the estate.”

“I see.” I sigh and turn for the door. “Come along, Collywaddle.”

Her voice flat and lifeless she says. “Yeth, Mathter Quitnuth.”

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