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Vin sat on a roof top, letting her legs dangle over the edge and felt the cool night air rustling through her mistcloak and over the bare skin beneath it. She had taken to roaming the city at night, partially to keep up her practice with jumping but mostly just for fun. After her encounter with the city watch a week or two ago she had started getting a bit more adventurous with how she dressed and acted, to the point where she now went out at night with only her mistcloak, having sewn a couple of pockets for metal vials in near the collar where the strands all connected. As she thought about it, being naked was rather practical, less cloth to catch on things and no chances of having extra metal on her person that someone could push on.
She had been apprehensive about her decisions the first time she went out like this, but quickly found the possibility of getting seen or caught while naked to be exiting in its own way. Where she sat now there was a tenement across the street that had widows looking directly out at the building she was on, some of them lit from the inside. Vin imagined the ska inside, some of them scandalized by seeing what they must presume to be a noble out naked in the night, others more than likely just enjoying the show.
Vin’s thoughts turned to the nobility as she gazed down the street toward one of their massive stone keeps, lit brilliantly in the night. She had done some of those lessons with Sazed about how to fit into noble society, but the plan had fallen through before she had gone to a single ball, and she couldn’t even name the house that owned the keep she was staring at.
There was probably a party going on in there right now, with those bright dresses and sharply tailored suits. They couldn’t have a care in the world for the ska packed into these buildings around her. Rusts, if any of them saw her in the street she wouldn’t even register as a person, just an obstacle. Vin ruminated on that thought for a moment, she had heard about the way noble’s treated ska behind closed doors, even if she had never lived near nobles before. They kept slaves for their pleasure, treating them however they wanted until throwing them out like garbage.
Vin reached between her legs as she imagined the way that must feel, and found that her pussy was already dripping with arousal. Before she could start pleasuring herself she realized something that terrified and exited her in equal measure: she didn’t have to simply imagine that experience. Her attempt to seduce a garrison member went shockingly well and she had been able to get out just fine, while what she was considering now was far more extreme, she was a full mistborn and could easily handle herself. Probably.
Before she could get further distracted by her own thoughts Vin withdrew her hand and stood up, her mistcloak fluttering around her. She burned steel, pushing off of the nails in the roof below her and toward the keep in the near distance.
She landed in an alley a street or two away from the keep and considered what exactly her plan was. She couldn’t exactly walk in through the front door especially not with the way she was dressed, although maintaining a similar level of exposure would likely help with getting the treatment she hoped for. Looking around, Vin found some scraps of cloth in the trash someone had left by a back door. She removed her mistcloak and tied pieces of fabric around her chest and waist. She didn’t have to hope that it left little to the imagination, her nipples were clearly visible through what little cloth there was and stood erect from the cold night air. She also made sure to rub some ash and dirt onto her face and body to look more like a beggar. Finally she tucked her metal vials into a fold in the cloth by her waist as a precaution then hid away her mistcloak in the trash she had found. It wouldn’t due for someone to find it in the morning and tip off the nobles that there may be a disguised mistborn around, and she had made a couple extra that were back in her apartment anyways.
Vin crept around the buildings, approaching the keep from what she thought was the back side. The lights that shone up on to the brilliant stained glass windows were nearly blinding, and in the dim glow reflecting off of the building she felt distinctly more exposed than she had in the dark just moments before. Despite her mounting nervousness Vin noticed a door with only one guard outside of it, and saw a man entering with a box that dripped water out of one corner. He must been delivering ice from the northern dominance.
Vin hesitantly walked out into the brighter light of the servants entrance, shuffling her feet to make a sound that the guard noticed.
“Hey!” he didn’t yell, but his voice was loud enough that others in the homes nearby could probably hear it. “No begging around here shove off before I beat you.” His tone was harsh but Vin could see the way his eyes took in her scantily clad figure (A/N what little of it there is lmao).
Vin used her allomancy immediately to sooth his emotions, unlike last time the more extreme emotions would need to wait until later. She carefully lessened his anger and annoyance, then used her zinc to make him a smidge more accommodating. After only a brief moment she looked up at him, trying to look as pitiable as she could manage.
“Please sir can I get a job here? I can do anything you ask, I don’t even need the money I just need to get off the streets sir. Please sir I just need a job I haven’t eaten anything in days, sir I can do anything the Lord asks just for a bit of food.” She said it all in a rush, partly because she was actually quite nervous and partly to throw him off guard just a bit.
The man raised his eyebrows, perhaps in mild surprise, but after only a moment of hesitation he suddenly smirked knowingly then shrugged and turned toward the door. When he knocked on it the door was soon opened by another guard. Clearly this entrance was not as lightly protected as she had assumed, Vin was glad that she hadn’t decided to break in.
“This thing wants a job,” he thumbed over to Vin, who stood even more sheepishly under the scrutiny of another man, “I think Straff would love get his hands on ‘er, what do you think?” The other man immediately gave her a wicked grin as his eyes traced over her body. He nodded to himself before looking her in the eyes.
“C’mon in sweetheart, I’ll show you the way.” He opened the door all the way and Vin scampered inside before her common sense could tell her not to. The guard pulled the door closed behind her with a loud slam that made her jump, but before she could say anything in thanks the man pulled a knife from a sheath at his belt. Vin’s breath caught in her chest and she froze, staring at the knife, although the man just held that knowing smile.
He reached out for her and grabbed the cloth covering her breasts, and Vin’s mind raced. Should she stop him, could she get out of this unharmed, was this still something worth seeing through? Before she could make a decision or get herself to move a muscle the man cut the cloth from her chest. His leering gaze stopped there for a moment, watching her breasts move quickly up and down with her panicked breathing, before looking back to her face.
“Well, you wont be needing these, after all.” He said jovially while reaching down to the cloth at her waist. She was starting to feel lightheaded, and she still didn’t react as he cut off her final semblance of modesty, throwing both scraps of cloth into a waste bin near the door. This, finally, caused a different spike of dread to punch through her as she watched her only source of metal disappear before her very eyes. The guard seemed to notice that something was wrong for the first time. He threw a had over her shoulder casually, but when it came around to her front he deliberately placed it over her breast and began to fondle it.
“Is something the matter? I thought with you showing up in rags saying you’d do whatever the House Lord wanted that you would have had some idea of what you were getting into. I mean you must be aware of Lord Venture’s reputation, either you’re desperate or you’re insane.”
Vin’s head cleared for a moment when she heard that. She had in fact known exactly what she was asking for and had done so intentionally, so he was very much right. She couldn’t decide on which reasoning he had guessed was true, it did seem insane that she would want to do something like this, but as she felt her body and mind still reeling from the intensity of her fear just a moment before she was uncertain. Her previous attempts to put herself in dangerous and exposed situations had been nice, but she always felt underwhelmed afterwords. Maybe she was desperate for what she had experienced with Camon, she had almost come to rely on the constant sense of danger to feel active and alive, and these last months without that had been duller than anything she had experienced in her life so far. He was probably right on both counts.
The guard just chuckled lightly and removed his arm from her shoulder with a parting squeeze, although he immediately placed that hand on her ass as he pushed her toward a door leading deeper into the keep.
“Lord Venture will want to see you once he retires from the ball tonight.” he said while he lead her through twisting stone hallways. They would occasionally pass kitchens and wash rooms and there were enough people to walk past in the tights corridors that Vin was bright red with embarrassment in short order. Occasionally they would have to stop at an intersection to let a servant with some large load or cart pass them by. The guard took each of these opportunities to continue feeling her up with both hands, a treatment that left her feeling warm between the legs despite the awkwardness. After a couple minutes she realized that few of the servants bothered to do more than look her over quickly as they passed, even naked as she was. Judging by the cleanliness of their skin and finery of their cloths it seemed like the majority of the servants here were minor nobles, or else very highly placed skaa.
As she remembered Sazed’s lessons, Vin recalled that house Venture was extremely wealthy, so the noble kitchen maids made sense. She also remembered what little he had said of the man Lord Straff Venture himself, that he was a ruthless business man who had a reputation for harsh treatment of his staff. Vin looked around at the well dressed and high quality servants that she passed and wondered, if he was cruel to these, then how would he treat his skaa?
Eventually the guard pushed Vin up to a door, then roughly shoved her through it. She stumbled into the room beyond, which appeared to be a simple office that was sparsely furnished. The man put a hand on her shoulder then pushed her down so that she landed painfully on her knees. Vin only let out a small gasp of pain and looked up at the man looming over her. There was a glint in his eyes that she thought she recognized and his hand hovered just beside her head, but he shook his head, perhaps dissuading himself from continuing for the moment.
“Wait here while I fetch Lord Venture, if I come back and your not exactly where I left you you’re a dead girl.” After giving the order the man abruptly turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Vin sat in puzzlement, wondering what to do next. He hadn’t sounded malicious when he’d said that, almost as if he was stating a fact rather than making a threat, which likely meant it should be taken even more seriously. She still had the metals inside of her even though her extra vials had been taken—her thoughts froze for just a second upon remembering this, although the terror faded more quickly this time—so she could probably get out now if she still wanted to.
There she was back at that same question, she could leave now if she wanted to. She could have not come in if she’d wanted to. She could have left Camon if she’d wanted to. At some point she would have to admit that she didn’t want to, that this was the life she wanted to live, but it was easier to kneel on the hard wood floor and argue with her self about pretending she hadn’t already decided. That way she didn’t have to admit certain things about herself.
Vin smiled to the empty room, as it turned out, just leaving her alone with her thoughts was enough to bring quite a few interesting thoughts to the surface. She wondered what might happen with some encouragement.
The longer Vin knelt there on the floor the less exciting things got. The fact that she was naked had long since lost its appeal, and she couldn’t keep herself convinced that the discomfort in her joints was anything other than annoying. Despite the decision she pretended she hadn’t made, she might have to escape just to stave off boredom.
Her back stiffened as she finally heard footsteps coming down the hallway outside. While it probably hadn’t been all that long, Vin was equal parts exited and nervous that her wait was finally over.
A man opened the door and stepped inside followed by the guard who had lead her into the keep. This new man was tall and broad through the shoulders, and he wore a sharply tailored suit. While he did have a fair few wrinkles and greying hair, there was a solidness to his posture that spoke of confidence and power.
“So, She just came in off the street like this?” he asked to the other man. He hadn’t introduced himself but Vin was certain this was Straff Venture.
“Well she was wearing some rags, but we didn’t want to get things dirty so we took them off.”
“Sounds to me like the brat knew what it was doing. Leave me alone.” With that simple command, the guard stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Straff locked the door a moment later, then sat down at the chair behind his desk. “I’ll skip the pleasantries since there’s no way you aren’t a ska. I’ve been needing a new toy to play rough with, and it seems like you’ve just volunteered for the part. Someone can find a closet to stuff you in later, so for now I’ll have you put yourself to use. Stay on your knees and get over here.”
Vin crawled forward using her hands, knees uncomfortable from pressing down on the hardwood floor. She slowly rounded the desk with somewhat jerky movements, to find that Lord Venture had undone the buttons on his trousers and had his cock exposed, simply hanging out the front. She looked up into his eyes and was surprised by what she saw in the lord’s face.
There was no trace of the anger or contempt she expected to find, only a mild blankness, like he was already bored. Vin was surprised then that she felt a little bit insulted. Conflicting desires to ran through her as she approached the chair. One part of her still felt apprehensive, wanting to stand up, flare every metal all at once and run away as fast as she could.
The other part wanted to prove her self to him.
Coming up to his seat at last, eyes drawing to his dick sitting flaccid in front of her face, she felt her gut twist in her stomach, along side an ache between her legs. Slowly she turned her gaze back up to his face, and as she did she felt smaller than she ever had in her life.
“Well girl?” he said, clearly growing annoyed, “Get on with it.”
Vin panicked a moment and jerked her head back down. Drawing her eyes level with the penis in front of her and she acted without thinking. By the time her brain caught up with her the tip of Straff’s cock was held in her mouth, and she was trying what she could to suck on it. At this point she was beyond the point of no return, and she realized the only thing she could do now was hope she could do a good enough job.
Vin leaned further forward, grabbing up what she could of his now hardening cock. She hadn’t had much experience with this activity, she knew it was done but had never seen it. So she tried to please the man as best she could figure it out. She attempted to move her tongue along the bottom of his cock as it was in her mouth but ended up just flailing it around. Above her a heavy sigh told her that she wasn’t doing as well as she had hoped. But then a hand dropped heavily onto her head sent a jolt of cold down her spine, freezing her in place.
“You’re quite the eager thing, I’ll grant you,” he said, “But I have business to attend to. Let’s get this over with.” He had no sooner finished when he shoved her face forward roughly into his crotch. Vin choked and coughed as it hit the back of her throat abruptly. Spit welled up and dripped on the chair as her pulled her back by her hair a moment later. She felt tears in her eyes as he pushed back down. Lord Venture grunted as he got into a rhythm, and Vin tried to catch breaths in the moments that she could.
Between the sharp pull of his hand in her hair and the rough battering of her throat Vin’s heart was pounding as hard as it ever had. Every one of her senses was on edge, and she wasn’t even burning tin. The gasps getting out around the cock in her mouth weren’t entirely from her shortness of breath. Vin wondered if it would be safe for her to reach a hand to her slick crotch, but first she tried to look back up to the man towering over her.
His face was stern, his brow clearly furrowed in effort, but there was still something that made her think he was disappointed. She wanted to prove to him that she could do well, hopefully that would lead to at least a less fatal path than any potential resistance would. She sucked eagerly at him, nodding her head in time with his thrusting to dig in as much as she could. This elicited a much more enthusiastic groan from the lord, and Vin moaned back, pleased to know she was doing well.
Only just as she was starting to get comfortable, Vin’s head was wrenched back, the tug of her hair on her scalp pulled a loud gasp from her throat, and she looked up at Lord Venture. Nearly as soon as she had taken a breath, cum spewed out of the lord’s cock, coating her hair and face. Vin herself had not reached climax but the pleasure she felt was immense as she looked up at him, basking in the sensations she felt. Lord venture merely looked down in disdain before roughly shoving her to the side. In her pleasure weakened state she simply dropped to the floor landing hard on her side but in this state that didn’t bother her much.
Venture didn’t say anything else, just did up his pants then stepped over her and left the room. Soon after Vin managed to get up and back to her senses, but not knowing what else to do she simply knelt where she was by the desk, wondering what was going to be done with her.
She didn’t have to wait long, as one of the guards soon came in and told her to get up. He turned her around and bound her wrists before leading her out into the hallway. There did seem to be less people out at this point, and there was no one to see her as she walked through the corridors stark naked.
Finally coming to a stop in a stone hallway with some wooden doors, the guard stopped her in front of one and unlocked it. The room itself was surprisingly small and had little furniture. A metal framed bed in one corner had a bare mattress on it and there was a bucket in the corner. The guard pushed her in then shoved her toward the bed, and he had closed the door before she had even stumbled all the way over to it. As she collapsed on the bed she realized that he had not removed her bindings, and that her hands were locked behind her back until someone came and got her out of them. This did little to sour her mood however. Her heart was still racing, adrenaline had filled her while Lord Venture used her throat, and her nerves had not dropped that tension for the entire walk to this room. Vin felt a panicked exhilaration like nothing else in her life, and she was at this point not surprised to find that this was in itself quite pleasing.
Laying in the dark room, arms bound and naked, Vin took in the scent of the cum still wet on her face, and savored the new flavor in her mouth. She slept wondering about just what kind of things this Lord Venture would get up to.