Riolta boards the Voltsvaghn

Riolta awoke early, as usual smeared in a various dried juices. Stella the waitress had proven a particularly sweet and fittingly tasty way to end the meal last night, the young waitress having been sent back to the kitchens naked, cumfaced, and with the blunt end of the wine bottle again lodged up her ass. The management, apparently, had forbidden her to get cleaned up and insisted that she serve the tables in the public room in the same condition.

Redmond had given Riolta a leather satchel and gone on his way soon after. Only now, after washing herself thoroughly form her evening’s exertions, did Riolta settle down on the bed to see what it contained.

First, there were letters of transit; tickets for the boat and a seal proclaiming her official status as a trade negotiator of Tharros. Next there were instructions on the rate at which the tariff was to be agreed. Money for expenses – pocket change to her - maps, and a handbook to Qir were also included. Finally, there was an envelope with an official wax seal with instructions on the cover that it was not to be opened until she reached Qir itself.

Having just moved into the hotel, Riolta was already partially packed, and had a couple of bags of luggage and a couple of bows packed in a carriage immediately. She took a little more time in dressing herself, and settled upon one of her favourite ensembles. This first involved putting a stout black butt-plug in her ass, her favourite part of the operation. With that done, she slipped on a pair of black platform-heeled shoes with black straps that wound all the way up her calves, put on a black collar and a tight black vest top that was so ludicrously tight and short that it barely reached below her nipples, leaving the undersides of her breasts and her entire abdomen exposed. Seeing her pussy was exposed, she slung a wide metal belt low around her hips and figured it would serve as skirt. The butt-plug stuck out of her ass behind her as she walked. Riolta completed the look with a pair of black, fingerless, leather gloves, and made her way out of the hotel.

She had been on the Voltsvaghn before, and greeted Sven with a kiss on the cheek as her luggage was loaded onto the ship.

‘Here for another pleasure cruise, Miss Snow?’ the dwarf asked.

‘Hardly, Sven. This is a business trip.’

‘Knowing you, business and pleasure are never far apart.’

‘It all depends on the quality of my fellow passengers. Anyone interesting taking the journey?’

Sven looked at Riolta’s ticket. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I should say so. A number of people have boarded who might take your fancy, I daresay, but you’re in the ‘Sapphire’ suite, along with two others.’

‘Have they come aboard yet?’

‘Yes, the should be in there to greet you…’

At the top of the gangplank, Jannike was there to greet Riolta with a glass to welcome her aboard. Riolta took the proffered glass from the silver tray, noticing all the while how Jannike looked like the antithesis of her – long blonde hair, white platform shoes, white stockings and a tiny white apron.

‘Welcome aboard, Miss Snow,’

‘Jannike,’ said Riolta, ‘I have a present for you. Open wide.’

Jannike obediently opened her mouth. At this, Riolta eased the black butt plug from her asshole, and, with Jannike unable to move, both hands holding the tray of glasses steady, popped the sex toy straight from her ass into the plump lips of the girl's unresisting mouth.

‘Taste good?’ said Riolta.

Jannike could only nod, the butt-plug sticking from her mouth like an outsize dummy.

With that, Riolta took her drink and went to her suite, eager to meet her new companions.