"Come feed me your succulent tits girl!" an old man yelled from among the crowd gulping all the wine in his cup and laugning out really loudly.
"No!" another man yelled again, around the same age with the first man. "He would bite your nipples off in an instant I bet!" his statement caused an uproar among all the men present in the pleasure hall as they sexually teased the dancer performing on stage at the moment. They wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow but her job was to entertain them with her erotic dance moves only and other than that, she had no other business with the customers.
She remained calm, ignoring all their comments as she kept her head high and kept dancing, hoping to be done really soon as their comments were already taunting her a great deal. She was not surprised though, it happened like this every time she performed. She was the main beauty of the pleasure house, the lead dancer. Her dance was always the finale of the night and she would perform in sections till midnight, with each section lasting up to forty-five minutes and she had a different outfit and dance move for each of them, making her performance very much worth the time and money the people spend on her.
Although she was supposed to perform just three days in a week, those three days were horror for her.
She would always disguise herself in oversized clothes just to get to the pleasure house safely without having to face harassment from people who would recognize her from the pleasure house not just sexual harassment from men who frequently patronized the pleasure house but also physical harassment from their angry wives who were not happy that their husbands would leave the warmth of their homes to spend the long nights in the pleasure house. There was this one time she experienced a sex worker from the pleasure house get beat up by a woman and she was so badly injured that she could not make it to work for about two weeks and even though she was not a sex worker like the girl, most of the men who patronize the pleasure house actually come to see her renowned dance moves, they come to see her perfect figure sway under the rhythm of the beating drums and the melodic tunes of the harp, not minding that they were limited to only having a good view of her body, as she always dressed half naked, her face was always masked during performances but they could not careless. She was good with her body movements and it was just enough to keep their rods standing throughout the night on till courtesans suck their cocks dry or ride them till ecstasy.
Her job was to make them aroused and they handled satisfying them, it wes team work and their teamed efforts made the pleasure house very popular and filled with lustful men every night she performed.
However, tonight was different, it was the birthday celebration of one of the biggest customer of the pleasure house. The baron himself, baron Edwin of Argan. He always came to the pleasure house every night she was to perform with his spirit slaves, basically for his own protection and to serve his beck and call. it was his night tonight and he had specially requested that the pleasure house make it a very special day for him further requesting that their main beauty dances till dawn.
It has sure been a very long right for her but she was very happy that she was going to be done soon, in about few minutes as it was already dawn. She hurriedly wrapped up her final performance and the curtains were let down, followed by an uproar of noise from the crowd. Some screamed out of joy as they have enjoyed her performance well enough while some cussed that she was done already as they for real wanted to see more after having her perform for extra hours, they just could not have enough.
They hated the fact they could not have her in their beds for the remaining day after spending long hours to watch her sexy body move sensationally with all the lights in the pleasure hall focused on her.
She moved swiftly to the dressing room to change into something more comfortable that she can go home safely in. She was still getting off her dancing clothes when the owner of the pleasure house badged into the dressing room to speak to her in a very pleased tone.
"You did very well today, Saskia" she smiled sweetly to her.
"Thank you for the praise madam" she returned the smile. "Your trust in me keeps me energetic for every performance".
"Well, thank goddess for today is your lucky day" she exhaled deeply stil watching her while she continued to change, regardless of her presence there with her.
"What do I need to thank her for" Saskia forced a chuckle, getting the ick from the mention of the goddess.
"The baron himself has sent for you, he says he wants to appreciate you in person" she motioned her fingers in a way that signified money.
"The baron?"
Saskia immediately became interested. She might hate her job but the main reason she was still pushing on was because of the money it paid her. Her daily wages was enough for feeding and basic care as she has gained so much fame throughout the time she had spent dancing. However, more money meant an increases to her savings which would be very good for her as she was saving up to move out of Argan to northern Cullen, the capital and start a new comfortable life there. So every cent meant a lot to her at the moment.
"He awaits you in the VIP suite" the pleasure house owner further said as she saw how Saskia's eyes brightened at her hand movement.
She knew she could not pressure Saskia into pleasing the customers more than her dance performances that she was getting paid for, she has never even tried to before but today was different. Not just anyone wanted her, the baron did. However, she could only give the lead, the choice was still Saskia's to make. She always knew her as a very resilient and strong girl who never comprised to please anyone.
Having lost her both parents to public execution sentenced by The holy Zebedee under the orders of goddess Moist because they aided the spirit rebellion that happened a decade ago, she has never relented in making a living for herself. Her parents never treated the spirits under their custody as slaves or subordinates but rather as equals and even opted to help them rebel against the humans for their freedom but things failed to go as they planned and the price they had to pay for it was their title, property and their heads. This cruel fate was not faced by just her parents but also every other human that aided the rebellion of the spirit race and their families too. She was only able to save her and bring her to the pleasure house because of how kind her parents were to her and everyone too.
In the opinion of the people, the Marquess and his household did not deserve death and neither did their little princess deserve to grow up in a pleasure and become a dancer.
She has helped Saskia hide her identity all these years and remain just a dancer to sway her body to the pleasing of lustful men. She was able to get her to work in the pleasure house because she knew how much the money meant to her but that was the limit she could to make money being courtesan and pleasing customers sexually was just not meant for her and respected that not just for her sake but for the sake of her parents.
The truth was, if not for the rebellion, it was no doubt that Marquess Reginald would have been made duke of Argan instead of Marquess Cedrick and their beloved Saskia would not be subjected to working in a brothel. Although she has never complained for once, no child born of a noble family would be happy and satisfied with the life she was living now but there was really no choice for her.
"Let's hope the baron will be well behaved madam" Saskia bowed to her and left for the VIP suite to meet the baron. She had dressed back in her performance outfit, put on her mask again before going.
The VIP suite was not hard for her to located, she had lived here for ten years of her life since she was eight. She got to the entrance door in no time and took a deep breath before hitting the door with a light knock. Right after, a spirit slave with visible chains on his ankle [basically to bond them and keep them from using their powers] pointed to the inner room to direct her on where his master was and still dared not speak to her. She was human and not just any human, a human that his master held dear so the last thing he wanted was to piss his master off by speaking to her.
Saskia understood very well and decided not to make matters worse for the poor slave. She nodded to him and went ahead to the inner room. Immediately she got close, to the curtains at the entrance the inner room, another spirit slave came and drew them up for her, allowing her to walk in freely and finally meet the baron.
"Oui!" the baron yelled in delight after taking his mouth from the nipple of the harlot giving him a head massage making her moan a bit from dissatisfaction but she was totally ignored by the baron.
"Come my darling!* he beaconed on her to join him and his multiple sluts on the king sized bed.
Saskia could not help but feel disgusted. There was really a lot happening on that bed at the moment that made her feel nauseous. There were about five sluts with him, all butt naked. One was giving him a head massage, two were sucking his both nipples simultaneously, nibbling and licking it. Another had his tilted dick stuffed up in her mouth, sucking on it like it was a strawberry flavored candy while she moaned at its taste and the pleasure she gained from it. And finally, the last girl just lay at the foot of the bed where he could see her clearly, putting about two of her fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt, calling his name in between her moans as if he was fucking the living daylight out of her pink quim.
"I am sorry but I would rather pass my lord" she bowed, politely refusing the most irritating offer.
"Come on!" the baron did not look like he wanted NO for an answer.
"Hey you" he called on one of his spirit slaves, "throw a bag of coins at her feet".
In no time, he placed a sizeable bag of coins at her feet and at that point the baron believe she would no longer give him a no.
"Come on up here and sit on my face" and at that point the baron believe she would no longer give him a no. "Come on up here and sit on my face girl! They say you still untouched yeah?! Well that's going to change today! I want all your juice on my face now!" the tone of his voice sounded very impatient.
At this point, Saskia was beginning to panic. She only came here for an extra tip from the baron and now she had a whole lot of money at her feet, more money than she has ever been paid all her years working here but the price she had to pay for it was too much and she could not. She was still a virgin and being a woman of noble birth, she would rather die then get deflowered as a slut she wasn't. Her only wish right now was to leave here safely and she was not sure if the baron was going to grant that.
"I still refuse baron and if you don't mind, I would like to take my leave" she managed to speak, forcing the fear she was feeling down her throat.
"What you mean you want to leave girl?. That money is more money than you have ever seen all your life!" he pointed at the bag of coins beneath her.
"I do not want it my lord" she bowed, sounding as meek as possible. "I will leave first, enjoy the rest of your day" she did not wait for him to reply and just turned to leave.
"Where do you think you are going girl?!" he fumed, making Saskia panic more and start running. She quickly ran past that spirit slaves that opened the curtain and door for her, catching them off guard as they wondered why she was running not knowing she was going against their lord's orders.
"Hey!" the baron was now very pissed. He jumped off the bed, immediately calling on his spirit slaves.
They rather ignored going after the girl and prioritized answering their lord's call.
"Find her and bring her here to me!" he ordered, looking red already from anger. They bowed to him.
"Find her and bring her here to me!" he ordered, looking red already from anger. They bowed to him and left immediately to chase after Saskia.
By the time they started running after her, she was already out of the brothel. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, hoping she would loose them soon and get to her house. She really wished her best friend Vesper was with her right now, she was sure one of her multiple tricks would help her loose them.
In no time, she was in the woods already. She lived in a hut somewhere in the woods with her best friend Vesper whom she had met scrabbling for food and looking hungry in the market while they were still children. She took her in but because Vesper was a spirit, her madam could not allow her stay in the pleasure house with Saskia and even no one would take in and treat her right. She would rather be sold out as a slave which Saskia would not want. So, with the money she was earning, she gave Vesper to set up the hut, living there alone while she only visited till she turned sixteen. That was when her madam allowed her to live outside the brothel, then she joined Vesper in the woods they began living together till now.
She was still fantasizing on how lucky she would be if Vesper came to save her right now before she felt something forcefully hit the back of her head. The effect made it feel as though her brain was vibrating or was it? She felt the back of her head with her palm and was a bit amazed to find it wet. She brought her palm back to face and found it soaked in her own blood and this made her panic more. She turned around immediately to find out what caused the hit and saw a blood stain rock on the floor and looking up, she met the faces of the baron's spirit slaves.
"Oh no!" she panicked within her, they finally caught up with her. She had no idea what to do infact, her sight was already blurring at this point.
"Please, just let me go" she managed to whisper, falling on her knees and putting her palms together in a plea but they simply ignored her, they walked furiously to where she knelt, making to pick her up and carry her back to the brothel to meet their lord only to hear a thunderous voice giving them another order.
"Let the girl go!"
"And who do you think you are to order us around in such manner" one of the spirit slaves finally spoke after the both of them turned to see the source of the order only to realize that it was someone unknown, making them let out a scoff before they started speaking.
"We are operating under the order of the baron Edwin of Argan and the girl must go with us back to the brothel now!" the other restated their orders, making sure the stranger heard them well and thought twice before wanting to offend the baron.
Hal kept quiet. He already confirmed the source of the threated he felt earlier, it was one of the spirit slaves that used his telekinesis to throw the rock behind her head.
The barrier was very sensitive to powers, whether from spirits or demons, witch magic and spells too and priest wills anything at all that went beyond mere human strength, anything that posed a threat to the barrier and could reveal the existence of the demon lord's mansion in not just human territory but also former spirit territory, that was demon race looking for trouble and Lucifer would definitely take necessary measures to avoid that trouble catching unto them.
"I hate to repeat myself spirit slave and I sure don't mind things getting bloody"...