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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is an average sized entry at close to 5,000 words. It leans HEAVY into non-con, with a sexual assault in a bathroom. There’s virginity loss and mind wiping as well. There’s also on screen pissing, but not water sports.
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Once Thalris was out of sight of the handful of people that remained in the common room of the Adventurers’ Guildhall she let out a heavy sigh. Another night of performing and revelry, and another night where I failed to find the courage to finally bed someone, she thought as she ascended the stairs to the upper floor.
The Guildhall was laid out like most inns across Alaria, with a ground floor that served as a mix of dining hall and tavern, with the upper floors full of bedrooms. These bedrooms would come at a cost in an inn, but members of the Adventurers’ Guild were allowed to use the small, simple rooms for free.
Thalris let out another resigned sigh as she entered her room. How many nights will I have to return to this small, sad room alone? I spend my days and most of my nights singing bawdy tunes, describing lascivious and indecent things. When will those tall tales finally become more than fantasy for me?
After placing her lute lovingly on a dresser she began undressing. Once naked she longed to have a partner to slip under the covers with, but as always her bed would be filled only by her. She wondered if tonight would be a night where the loneliness was so intense she’d try huddling against the spare pillow, pretending it was a partner lying in bed with her.
The memories of the nights she’d done that left a flush on her cheeks. Nearly every time she’d done it the shy Elve had ended up rocking her hips and eventually grinding against the pillow as she fantasized about an amorous coupling with an imagined partner. Every time she’d end up too flustered, embarrassed, and overwhelmed by the things her body was feeling to keep going.
Things will be different one day soon, she told herself as she climbed into bed. One day soon I won’t be so lonely when I go to bed. One day those bawdy ballads I recite will be things I understand from experience and not just the lyrics of songs I’ve memorized.
She let out a final sigh of longing and frustration before pulling the blankets up and letting sleep take her.
* * *
Thalris woke with a groan of discomfort. Drank too much tonight, she thought as got out of bed and draped a sheet around herself. Should have used the privy before bed, but I was just so frustrated by my inability to bed someone. I just wanted to sleep so I could get to a new day and try again…
She could feel how late it was. Everyone would be in bed so there was little chance she’d pass anyone as she made her way down the hall to the collection of small privies everyone staying on this floor had to share. The Adventurer’s Guildhall was one of the nicer ones she’d stayed at, but even rudimentary indoor plumbing was a rarity in this part of Alaria. That the place had the communal privies on the second floor was a luxury that awed many new arrivals, so she couldn’t begrudge having to leave her room to make use of them.
Still, she was left wishing for the luxury of a closer, more private place to relieve the pressure in her bladder. She made sure the sheet was wrapped tightly around her before she left the room just in case someone was up and saw her. If her bladder hadn’t been so painfully full she’d have taken time to throw some of her clothes on, but as it was she worried she might not make it in time.
The doors to the handful of privies at the end of the hall were all open. One of their doors was opened wider than the others so she went to that one. The small room, just large enough to hold a wooden bench with a hole in it that served as a toilet, was dark. There was a piece of emberstone set in a metal holder on the wall that should have lit up as she closed the door, but the magic in the stone seemed to be dying and it only glowed with a faint, dim orange light.
Thalris didn’t care. It was more than enough light for her to find the toilet. She threw the sheet off, unable to care how dirty the floor was. She needed to go and it wouldn’t wait any longer. She didn’t even care that the privy smelled worse than it normally did. It wasn’t the normal odor one expected to find in such a place, it smelled more like what was often called “adventure grime”, the layer of filth and stink of stale body odor Adventurers often returned from quests covered in.
She began relieving herself almost as soon as she was sitting on the toilet. The unladylike sigh of relief she let out shamed her a little, but there was no one to see or hear her so she tried not to care. Besides, she thought as she chastised herself for feeling the tinge of shame, I sing about filthier things every day. I shouldn’t let THIS shame me.
As relief washed over her she noticed something sitting on the bench beside her. It was a potion bottle filled with slightly glowing, bubbling yellow liquid. She picked it up as she continued pissing, looking at it with confusion. “How could someone forget a full reinvigoration potion in here?” she asked, speaking quietly to herself.
A song came to her mind, a comical tune about a man who is addicted to masturbation. One verse had the man using a reinvigoration potion to keep himself hard so he could self-pleasure himself multiple times while using a communal bathroom.
Thalris chuckled as she thought about the comical way the song had others waiting impatiently to use the privy, eventually busting down the door and discovering what he was up to. Her delivery of that always got a great reaction from her audience. The memories of the raucous laughter brought a smile to her face as she finished pissing.
Her smile disappeared when she heard a low, male voice coming from nearby. “Didn’t forget it,” the man said. “Left it there cause the invisibility spell only makes ME invisible, not anything I’d be carrying or wearing.”
A man suddenly appeared in the dim orange light, an older Human man who looked a bit disheveled and dirty. He was naked and pressed into a corner in a way that would have prevented Thalris from bumping into him as she entered the privy.
The man stood with a hand held up that began to glow as he appeared. Before Thalris could so much as scream he thrust the glowing hand forward, sending a wave of magic into Thalris. She let out a whimper, slumping back as the stunning spell left her limp.
She was unable to move or even call out for help. Left with her body seized up she was forced to stare at the menacing naked man grinning at her.
While she’d still lived in her Elven homeland she’d often seen naked men. Her people were far freer with their bodies than most societies, a result of so few of them having gone through their sexual awakening. Since leaving her home she’d never seen another person fully naked. Shirtless? Yes, but she’d never seen a man fully undressed.
Now she was faced with a naked man, his manhood only a couple of feet in front of her face. And he was no slender, elegant Elven man whose privates were smooth and hair-free like hers. This was a Human man, a hairy one still covered in adventure grime.
She was unprepared for how hairy a Human’s manhood would be. Even though she performed many songs that made mention of how hairy most non-Elven race’s genitals were she was shocked by just how dense and wild the tangle of pubic hair was. And now that she was being forced to stare at it she was left suspecting much of the foul odor wafting from the naked man was coming from his unwashed crotch.
His manhood was also erect, something that shocked her. The implication that he was aroused from watching her piss disturbed her. And aside from everything else wrong with the situation she was immensely displeased that this nocturnal assault was the first time she’d seen a man hard. It was such an unhappy thought. She was also so shocked by what was going on it had yet occurred to her that things could get so much worse than simply being made to see a man’s hard member when she didn’t want to.
“I like watching women piss,” the man said, punctuating the sentence with a disturbing chuckle that left a chill running through Thalris’ body. “Always gets me excited,” he added, taking a step closer.
Thalris wished she could move even if just to get her face further from his manhood. The stink was definitely stronger near it. The desire for the return of her ability to move grew stronger when the menacing, creepy man reached out and brushed some of Thalris’ long, dusty blond hair behind one of her pointed ears.
“First time getting to watch and listen to an Elve piss. It’s gotten me pretty hard,” he said, letting out another disturbing chuckle as he grabbed his erect member and waved it in front of Thalris’ face.
He stepped even closer, wielding his member like a weapon, “Got a pretty mouth on ya,” he said, his voice a disturbing growl more akin to an animal than a man. “Had Elve pussy once, but never had an Elve’s mouth. Think I’ll start there,” he said as she rubbed his member’s swollen head from side to side on Thalris’ lips.
She wanted to scream and shove him away. The reek of his manhood left her wanting to gag in disgust. The feel of it against her lips was awful, it was spongier than she expected and greasier too. The way he rubbed it on her lips left the slimy precum leaking from the tip smeared across her lips, leaving her feeling violated AND soiled.
It was only when the man stepped closer and pressed his member into her face that Thalris woke to the true horror of her situation. She realized this man wasn’t going to be content with having watched her and exposed himself to her. He wouldn’t stop at rubbing his foul-smelling member on her lips. He was going to fuck her. And not even properly, he was going to use her mouth.
As he forced himself into her mouth she was able to give no resistance. The stunning spell ensured she remained limp, her muscles seized up enough to keep her mostly sitting upright but not locked up so much that her mouth didn’t part for him.
She had no idea how long he’d have the freedom to use her as he pleased. How long a stunning spell like the one he’d used on her lasted was determined by how strong of a magic user the caster was. The spell might last only a few more minutes, or it might last for hours.
“Wet,” the man moaned happily as he slowly forced his member into her mouth. “And don’t even gotta worry about no teeth,” he added as he grabbed her head to pull her towards his body as he continued to work his way deeper into her.
When his cockhead hit the back of her mouth her throat convulsed, causing her to make a quiet, muffled gagging sound. This seemed to please the man, leading to him thrusting deeper into her as he pulled her head closer, adjusting the angle it was at to allow his cock to enter her throat.
Thalris gagged, her throat muscles convulsing as he held her head in place and moved his hips. “Elve throat is good,” the man moaned in delight. “Won’t last long,” he added, picking up speed as he fucked her throat faster.
Tears started to run down Thalris’ face, but she was unsure if they were emotional tears or just a byproduct of her gagging and choking on his cock as he fucked her face.
Three words were running through her head as he had his way with her face. Not like this. Not like this. Not like this. This was her first sexual experience. It would ALWAYS be her first sexual experience. She’d never felt so helpless and violated, never imagined after all the time she’d spent singing lewd songs that sex could be this awful of a thing.
She’d known about things like this, but she’d never imagined anything similar would ever happen to her. She thought of herself as a strong, independent woman. Perhaps not a fighter able to take on the dangers experienced Adventurers faced, but good enough to protect herself. And she was a Bard! With her lute she’d have been able to use Bardic magic to protect herself even if the man had been strong enough to physically overpower her.
But none of that had mattered. He’d appeared out of thin air and began his attack practically before she’d known it was happening. And now he’d be able to use her however he pleased, like she was just a piece of meat there for him to pleasure himself with and soil in whatever way he wished.
The man groaned, holding her head in place as his cock convulsed in her mouth. He pulled back as he came, making it so most of his cum spurted onto her tongue. The explosion of slaty, bitter-tasting spunk in her mouth left Thalris wanting to vomit, but with her body still stunned she couldn’t. Even as he pulled his softening member out of her mouth she had to sit there, mouth hanging stupidly open, with some of his load running down her throat and the rest of it dribbling out her mouth.
Soiled. The word ran through her mind over and over again. Soiled. He soiled me. Ruined me. How can I go back to the life I’ve been living after this? None of those bawdy tunes will seem so funny anymore… And how can I lust after men when I know they can be this awful?
At least it was over. She might not have firsthand experience, but her lewd songs had taught her most men, especially Human men, were spent after they came. This man who had assaulted her LOOKED spent. He looked drained, so drained a reinvigoration potion might do him good.
No! No, he couldn’t. He CAN’T! He didn’t leave the reinvigoration potion here for THAT, did he?
“Be a long time before that stunning spell wears off,” the man said with a weak grunt as he leaned down to grab the potion. “Been out in the wilds a long time on my own. No woman to empty my balls in all that time. And I don’t stay in town for very long, just a night or two to have my fun and resupply before I head back out.”
He paused his speech to pop the cork on the bottle and chug some of the potion. “Gonna make the most of my night,” he told Thalris, shivering and looking much more vibrant as the potion went to work on his body and mind.
“Be ready for round two in a moment,” he told her, grinning lecherously down at her as his cock began to swell and harden. “Elve pussy this time,” he told her menacingly. “Figure with this potion here, and how long I got before the stunning spell wears off, I’ll be able to pump two, three, maybe even four loads a cum into your hairless Elven cunt. And won’t that be nice for you?”
He chuckled evilly as he grabbed her legs. He lifted and spread them apart as he pulled her body to the edge of the bench to better fuck her. “Now let’s get started.”
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Through various magical means the Guildmaster was able to spy on everything that happened in his Guildhall. He’d been keeping a special eye on the man who’d been lying in wait in the livery. He ALWAYS kept an eye on the man whenever he stayed at the Guildhall.
Useful creep, the Guildmaster thought as he quietly made his way up the stairs to the floor where all the rooms for Adventurers were. Powerful Adventurer that doesn’t mind taking on dangerous quests that need to be tackled alone. Doesn’t mind having to set out on long treks into the wilds either, in fact, prefers it. Doesn’t like ‘civilization’ much. When he returns he’s only ever in town for a night or two, just long enough to get his payout for whatever quest he’s been on and resupply before setting out on the next one.
Of course, he’s still a man. He’s got needs, ones that aren’t as happily taken care of alone as they can be with a woman. Don’t know if he’s just too awkward to get a woman willingly or if he’s just too much of a vile bastard to want to try. I just know he pulls the same thing each night he’s here. He casts an invisibility spell on himself and lurks in the privy till an attractive woman is there then assaults her.
The memory of how many of these nocturnal sexual assaults the Guildmaster had recorded brought a smile to his face. They were some of his favorite things to watch through his magical looking glass when he felt like a good jerk off session.
The creep is strong enough and sly enough to get the better of female Adventurers who are normally beyond my reach. The ones that are part of a close-knit party I could never find a way to take care of, or ones far too high level to even think about trying to send off to some dark fate they’d never return from. But a surprise attack in the middle of the night where they feel safest? None seem prepared for that. Doesn’t stop them from being Adventurers, but it’s still enjoyable to watch them suffer.
Once the villain’s stunning spell wore off there should have been trouble, but the Guildmaster always ensured there wasn’t. He was always ready to go up and through the use of some light healing spells and a few well-practiced memory charms ensure the assaulted female Adventurer never remembered or found any evidence of what happened to her. He’d heal her up, wipe her memory, then after making sure she was cleaned up send her off to her room none the wiser.
He had no idea if the man knew the Guildmaster cleaned up his messes. He didn’t think the man did, he’d certainly never shown any hint of it. He’s probably just crazy, the Guildmaster decided as he crept through the hall silently, not wanting to wake anyone up. It was luck that first night that led to me catching onto what he was doing, and I’ve been covering up his nocturnal assaults since then. The lunatic has never had to face consequences, why would someone crazy wonder about that?
When he neared the end of the hall where the privies were he slowed down. He’d left his office when the man had declared he was finished, but he’d seen there was still a sip or two of the reinvigoration potion left. It wouldn’t have been the first time the man had changed his mind about being finished with his victim.
The door to the privy she’s in is slightly ajar. Must mean he’s gone… Good. Time to start cleaning up the creep’s mess. But first a little fun of my own as payment for having to go to all this trouble to clean up after him.
He slipped into the privy, quickly closing and locking the door behind him. The chunk of emberstone lighting the small room was still dim, a result of a spell the creep had cast on the magic stone. It would wear off just before the stunning spell wore off the Elven Bard sitting in front of him, so he knew he had time to take a turn fucking before he started cleaning her up.
The Guildmaster took a few moments to appreciate the state the woman was in. He believed it was what any woman who dared to be a female Adventurer deserved and he wanted to take the time to soak in the sight. The creep had fucked her till he’d cum in and on her at least four times. Her smooth, hairless Elven cunt was a cummy mess, with more semen spread up the front of her naked body.
Thin with perky small breasts, he thought as he admired the Elve’s naked body. Looks much better like this than dressed up like an Adventurer. Surprised this is the first time I’ve gotten to see her like this. With the songs she sings I’d expected the slut to be bedding men and women left and right, but that doesn’t seem to be her style. Perhaps she’s picky, or maybe she’s not as sexually liberated as she pretends to be.
A fiendish thought occurred to him then. What if the bawdy Bard WAS just an act? What if the strange slutty but shy Elve hadn’t even gone through her Elven sexual awakening. What if she’d been a virgin till tonight and this was her first time? He knew it probably wasn’t true, but he liked the story and chose to believe it was true till he found out something that disproved it.
I’ve had other things keeping my focus off her, but now that I see her there, pathetic and cum covered, I realize it’s time for this low level Bard to be sent out on a quest she’ll never return from.
As all of this ran through his mind he pulled his cock out. He was rock hard and ready to take a turn using her stunned, helpless body while savoring the mess the creep had left in and on her.
“Not much expression comes across your face when you’re hit with a stunning spell that powerful,” the Guildmaster told her as he stepped closer, wielding his cock like a weapon he planned on impaling her with. “But the emotions still show in the eyes if you know how to see it. You were relieved when you first saw me, must have thought I was here to save you. Now you know that’s not true.”
He moved closer, slapping his cock down onto her cum-covered slit. He rubbed his member up and down the mess, eventually pushing some of the semen he’d been rubbing his cock in back into her cum-oozing hole.
“I know THAT look in your eyes,” he chuckled evilly as he pressed into her. “Traumatized by what’s happened to you. Never imagined you could be taken advantage of in this way, especially in a place you felt so safe,” he added as he grabbed her legs and held them open as he started fucking her.
“You’re only a low level Bard, still, you thought you were strong enough that something like that could NEVER happen to you. And now you’re wondering if there will even be justice for your attacker. I mean, if I’m here taking a turn using you like the cum-toilet he turned you into how likely am I to help punish the man? And surely I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought there was a chance you’d be able to run to the city guard and report what’s happened.”
The terror in her eyes pushed him over the edge. He let out a grunt of satisfaction as he finished, adding his own load to the mess in her. “Don’t worry,” he said with a satisfied sigh as he let his softening member fall out of her. “You won’t have to remember any of this. We’ll get you cleaned up and I’ll use a memory charm to wipe the night’s events from your mind. A small healing spell and you’ll be able to wake tomorrow with no reason to suspect you were violated.”
After putting his dick away he started cleaning her up. By the time he was done the emberstone was flickering as the dull orange light emanating from it grew brighter.
“Time for that memory charm,” he muttered. He loomed over Thalris, putting his hand on her face as he muttered a quick enchantment. “You’ll have no memory of this,” he said after he’d finished the spell. “You’ll just remember using the privy and going back to bed without incident.”
That was all he needed to do to ensure this incident didn’t become something bad for him or the Guildhall. But before he took his hand from her face, while the spell was still active, he went on. “You’ll also wake in the morning craving to set out on a solo quest. You’ll come to me, eager and willing to take on whatever quest I offer you.”
He nodded to himself when he took his hand off her face. “More than time to get rid of you,” he said, watching as the stunning spell began to wear off. She whimpered, looking confused as the memory charm ate through her mind.
“And it’s the safe thing to do,” he added as he looked at her long, pointed ears sticking out of her long blond hair. “My memory charms are strong, but you Elves… Sometimes even strong magic wears off unpredictably. Better to get rid of you now and not chance that happening.”
It wasn’t long before he was back in his office, a private space that doubled as a bedroom. He owned a proper home, but he didn’t go to it very often. Mostly he lived at the Adventurers’ Guildhall, refusing to be apart from it for any longer than was absolutely required.
In most Guildhalls like this the Guildmaster would have assistants, men or even women who could run things at night or when he was off doing other tasks. He refused to take on such assistants. He loved his life and the work he did. He loved taking care of Adventurers and loved helping rid the world of as many female ones as he could even more.
Still should get a little sleep, he thought. But not when my mind is racing like this. The Elven Bard is going to come to me in the morning and I need to be prepared with a quest that will send her off to her doom. But how? A low level bard like her, there are plenty of things to send her off to face she won’t come back from.
He steepled his fingers as he fell deep in thought. There were plenty of monsters he could send her out to face, ones that she’d have no chance of defeating and that would deal with her in satisfyingly perverse ways that would make what she’d endured in the privy seem like nothing.
I’ve relied too heavily on monsters in recent years, he thought. After the delightful things that happened to the cunty Vulpenite Rogue I’m thinking perhaps something more like that needs to happen to this Elven Bard.
He had plenty of contacts, allies, and people who owed him favors that could help him dispose of female Adventurers. And she’s an Elve, he thought. Just a Common Elve, but still. There are many who put high value in their slender builds and long lives. Yes… An attractive Elven woman like her with that long dusty blond hair could fetch a small fortune if put to the right kind of work.
He unlocked a magically sealed drawer full of letters and notes he’d not want anyone to discover. The kind of messages that if read by the wrong people could lead to him losing everything he’d build for himself.
As he looked through the messages he found the one he’d been searching for. A group of sex slavers is set to be coming through the area in secret any day now, he thought as he reread the message. They always let me know just in case I have any female Adventurers I’m looking to unload. Don’t always take them up on the offer as the life of a sex slave is too good for most of the female Adventurers I’m looking to put an end to, but this Elve seems a good fit.
And just imagine if what I’d thought about the oddly shy Elve not having had her sexual awakening is true. And if she was a virgin before tonight? And for all practical purposes she’s STILL a virgin now that the memory and evidence of her forceful deflowering are gone. It would be a wonderful thing to make her lose her virginity in such a terrible way TWICE.
He grinned as he started coming up with a false quest that would send the inexperienced Bard right into the slavers’ hands.
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