“Perhaps.”

As the fingers traced around her breast, and up her throat, Roselle reacted by stepping forward, pressing and pushing her body against him. No! She didn't...want to surrender, not like that, not so simply! But he knew what he was doing, and her body was held in the deathly embrace of the ****.

The third dose didn't taste of anything at all.

Horrified Roselle's eyes watched as the knight prepared to leave, while the slaver dragged her away to the floorbolt and **** her to kneel. "No! Wait! Knight! You own me,you want me! Take me away! Make me your ****!"

She tried to struggle, but only succeeded in clinking the floorbolt.

Calob nodded to Jin. "Instant slavegirl." He noted. "I did buy her so she is mine I guess."

"I have little use for her." Jin shrugged. "Another mouth to feed."

Calob considered. "I have another trip to the castle. The Lord might like her as a gift." Calob decided. "Very well."

Jin slid the bolt out, allowing Roselle to rise to her feet. Hope! Left on her knees, sold to the slaver, there would be no chance to escape. But even life with a knight was better than most. She stumbled over and pressed her body against the Knight, tiptoeing to whisper in his ear. "Take me, please..."

"You wish to come?" He asked. He nodded, taking her leash. "Walk behind me. You've seen **** girls before. You know what is expected of them." She led her outside. It must be unusual for her to walk about naked, a lowly ****, worlds away from her previous life.

The leash toyed with Roselle endlessly, at times taut, forcing her to trot like a show horse with heels kicking up high, at times loose forcing her to stumble. It was all she could do to stay on her feet and not sprawl on her belly, heels over head, arse in the air for all to see.

He considered taking her. As her master he could take her at his leisure but he wanted her to beg. "This way." He tugged her leash, keeping her moving in her heels, admiring the sway of her breasts and the evident need she was suffering. He led her into a **** tattooist, a slim slavegirl looking up, a butterfly on her cheek. She is naked except for the tattoos all over her lithe young body. "This one is only newly enslaved. I want her status marked on her rump. A **** sigil. My crest - a dragon coiling from her rump to between her legs, on her inner thigh, a Rose clutched in its claws... The petals her sex. Do her sex last," He points to his crest on his doublet and grins knowing that the needle will likely drive her wild.

"Yes sir," the slavegirl agrees, regarding Rose. She frowns, noting how regal Rose is, how soft and pampered. "A very new ****. I am Inkling," she says coyly.

"I've not had an Inkling before..." He pays for the tattoo as he pushes Rose down on the table, her breasts pressed flat. He takes her feet and puts them in the ankle restraints then grabs her hands and puts them them in the wrist cuffs. She looks every bit the ****. He admires her neatly trimmed sex, relishing the permanent reminder that will soon be upon it that marks her as all his. “Shave that hair... I like a boldly bald quim...”

The tattooist gathers her inks, bright purples and burgundies and greens. She starts to prick Roses rump, the little needles causing the newly enslaved girl to become aroused. Her brain has been rewired so that the pain feels erotic. The tatooist dabs her rump gently with a cloth then continues pricking, dabs and pricks. Again and again. Moving closer between her legs. Inkling makes little noises of sympathy and has to dab more often as she closes on the location of Roses rose. Inklings slim naked body often presses against Rose, the touches lingering.

Trussed and trapped, Rose held her dignity until the first prick of the needle. Swollen and pert and full as her bottom was, it felt foreign and alien and unfamiliar. Then she began squirming and thrashing, the sensation a cross between a stinging slap and a feathery tickle.

"Did you want release girl?" Inkling asks. "I think you do." Inkling slowly runs her fingers up between Roses legs. "So hot and moist. The **** bane. You have it had. Let me help."

"I will be back soon," Calob says as he leaves Rose to her oddly erotic tatooing. Tattoos are taboo for free women. To be tattooed is shameful, marking her as a slut, declaring her lowly status.

By the time Calob left, Inkling would has becoming annoyed at the thrashing even as Rose was dripping wet between her legs. "Stop, please!" Rose gasped, breathily. "Sate me, free me, release me please!"

Inkling dabs at Rosette’s puckered buttock and looks about. "If your master returns and finds me eating you he'll be angry. My owner will have me whipped. And likely you'll feel the sting of the lash too." From her prostrate position Rosette can tell that Inkling is rather taken by the idea, if arousal can be taken as a measure of willingness.

"I'll tell you what. You stop moving about and I'll use my spare hand on you..." Inkling suggests, her fingers slipping between Rosettes legs and delving under, tickling and sliding along the new slavegirls lips and finding her clit. Inkling gently tweaked and tugged on the little nub as she tattooed, small finger slipping between the moist folds.

The sensation is mind numbingly good. She has to have more. Deeper. Harder faster. There is a crying and gasping and moaning. It's not coming from Inkling. "Do you like that ****. You do. Little lap dog... I can tell you were a refined lady. Once. Now you're as much a harlot as any other **** I tattoo. Strange how easily you've caved. You must have had some strong **** genes in you." another finger slips into Rosette. "You're gushing you horny little slut." She puts down the needle and starts to fondle herself as she thrusts her fingers into Rosette.