Interlude

Sorry got to move away from the Familia for a bit for the Drunken blackout.

Melmus Marbleguard was working The Aerie yet again playing his bagpipes and occasionally singing bawdy songs that he thought more appropriate to for the dive-bar/brothel that this was he briefly wondered why that damn drow even bothered to cover the sounds of her girls working the beds in back when everyone with half a brain and a 50 vailis piece knew what the place was. seeing the crowd was in a fine mood for drunken singing Melmus grinned like the cat that caught the canary. he got a cut of the profits from the drink when he worked and began to sing " Cat House Tragedy" thinking to try and steer some of the more cautious members of his audience to better lining his pockets.

Much to his pleasure the crowd loved it so much they demanded he sing it twice more, he dared not try a third time as Orlath Dalhar had come out of her office to see what had got the patrons to make such a raucous... she owned the place and the girls. Glad he was poor and free with enough to ensure he would stay that way if he did not find work for a few days but he wanted to make sure he never landed in a position where he had to sell himself into slavery or worse yet end up in debtors court then the city might buy him if his debt was low enough which might not be so bad but if his debt was to big the judge would enslave him to his debtor and he'd probably stay a slave for life then... debtors tended to be cruel because the laws let them. Shuddering he started to sing "My Jolly Sailor Bold" It went about as well as expected in a land locked dive-bar, poorly but his voice was strong enough to cover the more sober patrons and whip the drunker ones into a happy discordant roar.

Oralath Dalhar had been in her office plotting how she might drive the annoying dwarf into enough debt to entrap him for her own slave when she swore she heard the patrons start to loudly singing one of those damn songs the dwarf sang that made her girls sound like unclean whores, she paid more good coin than she cared to count to make sure her girls were disease free and stayed that way if he was slandering her establishment again she'd cut his pay for the night by 3/4 and make sure he did not find shit till she hired him back for a gig or two in a week maybe. When she finally got out and it was clear he was working the drunker parts of the crowd up to noise levels that would was what she paid him for she did not water her booze down like many of the bars in the area so she could not employ enough whores slave or free so noise management was important.

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Hell if she could enslave the dwarven bard she could compel him to only sing songs she approved the magic of the debtors slave collars was powerful enough that if you wanted to kill your slave as punishment and warning to your other slaves you could the collar would slowly tighten till you willed it to stop or return to normal if you never willed the collar to stop the slave would be in a slow race to strangle or be decapitated, she had learned that when she executed one of her slaves that had been caught stealing.

It had been a great way to rush breaking the dozen new bitches she bought to replace the thief. Nodding to her self she went back to her office with one of her girls thinking about what she would do to the damnable bard she had singing if she ever got him trapped in her debt had made her cock completely hard and was showing a little better than she liked... she would imagine she was breaking the dwarf.

It was a new girl so she still had some fight in her even better Oralath thought as her exictment had her cock drooling so much precum she used it as lube as she took the girls ass closing her eyes trying to imagine the girl as the loud bard commanding the slave to ride her swollen cock. The girl was not very experienced and was definitely afraid of Oralath's monstrous cock she had seen it only semi-erect when she had been bought from her previous master. A man that owned a butchers shop away from the busy adventurers section she refused to even think of eating the older cuts of meat that had been for sale but that had likely been her undoing as she dug her self into deeper and deeper debt with the man.

Till she owed him enough coin that he could buy a new shop in the wealthy merchants district and restart his business so when the judge granted her to the butcher he promptly took her home feed her well for that day with unicorn blood sausage and dragon liver it had been the best meal of her life she begged him to keep her but he informed her that he intended to sell her to another for his plan to work if she was lucky she would wind up a nobles maid maybe.

But that was not to be her fate she had known many futas in her life they were always the best of the three genders in her mind, but her mistress was making that harder to believe as she was now being forced to ride that cock and not in a way that felt natural to her thankfully she did not bleed this time but she did hope her mistress would cum soon she was getting tired and her ass was starting to feel slightly sore again.