Rachael and the Warlord
Copyright© 2024 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 17: Epilogue
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 17: Epilogue - The Grey Monks have freed Rachael from slavery and she returns to Ashtarak. Bad weather and news about her father result in her taking temporary charge of her father's caravanserai. With so many sex-hungry men stuck in the city by blocked roads, Rachael must call on her friends to help her satisfy the men's needs. Meanwhile she plans for the future and looks for an opportunity to take her revenge on the city alderman who handed her over to the Grey Monks. Final story of a four part series.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Historical Interracial Anal Sex Oral Sex
Six Months Later:
I don’t see Meghr again, although I suspect that she is very much alive somewhere nearby. Ramiro has achieved remarkable success in his role as warlord, foiling several raids and devious plots against the interests of our city’s citizens. Even the aldermen are impressed and are keeping their own business dealings relatively honest. Rumour has it that Ramiro has a network of spies embedded in the underworld of bandits and criminal gangs operating in the city and the adjoining region.
I don’t ask Ramiro whether such rumours are true since I might inadvertently sabotage his work. However, I strongly suspect that one of his spies is a mute female slave that her new owner mistakenly believes cannot betray his shady dealings. I’m unsure how he communicates with Meghr, but his almost obsessive interest in Meghr’s training when she was at Wadi Halaf begins to make sense.
Samvel’s former place as a city alderman has been awarded to the head of another ruling family. While he is probably as corrupt as his peers, he doesn’t seem inclined to meddle in the warlord’s affairs. As I gain a better understanding of matters affecting the warlord’s duties and responsibilities, I am able to satisfy the aldermen that Ramiro and I can be trusted to handle diplomacy with nearby rulers, and the external protection of our city. Even a visit from a deputation of Grey Monks passes without mishap.
I meet my cousin Zoe once or twice a month. She married the third son of a market trader. As a former slave, Zoe isn’t considered suitable to marry into one of the wealthier families. Fortunately, wealth doesn’t make a good husband, and regardless of whatever skills he possesses, Zoe has married a good man.
As for me, I have new challenges to face. My first child is due to be born in four months, and I have only just finished having the improvements to Wadi Halaf’s facilities completed. Trade is still brisk at the caravanserai, even though the completion of the bridge repairs has reduced the demand for accommodation. The popularity of our evening entertainments mean that a few caravans stop an extra night to enjoy what we offer. That in turn means that merchants often trade more of their goods in our city, pleasing even the most begrudging of the city’s businessmen.
Amina and I have successfully recreated the Halls of Valhalla on a smaller scale. Now that winter has passed, there’s a steady flow of slaves being transported from distant lands. I get first look at those being transported in caravans stopping at Wadi Halaf, and I can usually negotiate a good price for any slaves of interest to me. Amina, Farai and I can handle up to eight slaves in training without interfering with the normal operations of Wadi Halaf.
