I’m picking back up this unfished “She Was Too Low Level” story in the hopes of finishing it! You can find the new entry below the break or read the story in its current entirety HERE.
Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is smaller, at just over 3,000 words. It jumps right in to a sex scene, which includes mind control/manipulation, sexual orientation changing (lesbian to straight), and a threesome with a man.
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Strood stood lazily leaning against a wall of their newest hideout, beaming with pride as he watched Thalris sing out a magical tune to prepare their newest, and final, acquisition for the training she’d be undergoing tonight. “It’s been several weeks since she helped us grab the Bunordaen. We had her fully trained in half that time, a marvel to be sure, and something we’d never have been able to do in that time without the Bard.”
The man Strood was speaking to nodded. “You thinking about keeping her?”
“Oh no, impossible,” Strood said, the comment shocking the man. “Think big picture,” the slaver captain went on. “This thing we do, she’s made it so much easier, made us able to pick up and train so many more women. Yet we can still do the job without her. Yes, she makes it easier, but do you have any idea the kind of money she’s going to sell for?”
Strood glanced at the man, smirking then sneering. “Of course you don’t. I’m the only one in our band that’s able to think big picture like this. That’s why I’m in charge. I promise, after we reach Deeport and auction off this lot she’ll make more than all the rest combined.”
The man scoffed, giving Strood a skeptical look. “Ain’t no one piece of fuckmeat worth that much. We’ve so many we can barely manage moving them all! Hell, I still think we shouldn’t have picked this last one up. Aside from the dangers of picking up such a snooty noblewoman who WILL be missed, we’ve no more of the storage boxes left to put them all in while we travel during the day.”
Strood lazily waved away the man’s concerns, his eyes focused on Thalris singing to the captive noblewoman. “Thalris has helped us break and train some of them well enough that it’s safe to let them ride out in the open as if they were part of our group. There’s no chance of any of THOSE trying to run away, and Thalris has them so eager for the life ahead of them I swear a couple would kill to ensure they make it to the slave auction at Deeport. As for the noblewoman, well, she’s a piece of fuckmeat we couldn’t pass up.”
Once more the man next to Strood gave him a skeptical look. “Sure, the woman’s hot—”
“It’s more than that,” Strood said, cutting the man off with a fierce look in his eye as his focus changed from the singing Elve to the entranced, drooling noblewoman. “Yes, she’s young and beautiful with fucking amazing tits for a Human that thin and fit. And that fucking ass! Good breeding all around. But it’s so much more. She was rich and powerful. She was raised rich and powerful and carries herself with the kind of stuffy entitlement men will pay enormous sums for regardless of how she looks. And on top of all that, she was an unapologetic lesbian with an almost violent disdain for men as sexual beings.”
When he glanced at the man beside him Strood could see he had fallen deep into thought. “I think I understand… A fierce wild man-hating mare someone will pay riches for the joy of breaking. Then why bother training her up, especially with the Elve’s help? Won’t that end up ruining half the reason someone will want her?”
“If we’d picked her up anywhere else probably,” Strood explained. “But we’re so close to Deeport… There will be men there that know who she is. Know what she WAS before her capture, maybe even had their advances publicly rebuffed in the way she’s locally famous for. We could find countless buyers wanting to break a woman like that, but in Deeport there will be someone willing to pay a small fortune to own that woman turned into something they’d never be able to make her into themselves. Something only men like us, aided by that Elven Bard, can make her in such a short time.”
“Alright, Strood, I think I understand,” the man said with uncertainty in his voice. “But I can’t see how she’ll ever be what you want her to be. Never met a woman so deeply disgusted by cock. She practically vomits at the sight of a stiff prick, and I fear no amount of training, no matter HOW we ‘reinforce’ it, will change that.”
Strood smiled wide and proudly at Thalris. “With that Elve we can accomplish anything. That filthy yet calming magical tune she’s belting out? It’s doing things to that stuffy lesbian noblewoman’s mind, stuff that no combination of drugs and threats could accomplish.
“We’ve spent days breaking down her mental resistance with a mix of verbal and physical threats and as much actual follow through as I thought the stuck-up cunt could handle while keeping her pretty. We started tonight’s sessions with some choice potions, some forced down her pretty throat, others sneaked into her meal earlier.
“She’s primed and ready for Thalris to use her magic to make deep and permanent changes to who and what she is. Thalris is working mental art beyond the skill we’ll ever see again, I’m certain of it. Like a surgeon, cutting carefully while leaving everything important intact. When we are done she’ll remain haughty and coldly beautiful, with disdain and a sneer on her face when a man presents himself. But thanks to Thalris working her mind there will be drooling cock-hunger when a man whips a stiff prick out. We just need to wait for the Elve to be done with her work, then I’ll test her work out.”
The man beside Strood grinned wide. “Such a hardship for you,” he said with a lecherous chuckle. “And if her work isn’t perfect… We’ll, we’ve still enough time for some more sessions to perfect the work you two are doing to her.”
Strood nodded. “What is perfect, anyway? There’s always room for improvement. I imagine no matter how well Thalris does tonight I’ll be ‘needing’ to spend more time with her working the woman over till we arrive at Deeport.”
Both men watched as Thalris’ song came to an end. The noblewoman, who was standing naked but bound in rope so that her arms were artfully tied behind her back, swayed. Her eyes were hooded and glassy, her stance unsteady as she swayed as though about to tip over. Her head hung slightly to the side, her mouth open and drool leaking from it.
Thalris set her instrument down then moved like a stalking cat towards the entranced woman. As she approached the noblewoman she reached out, placing a single finger on the naked woman’s upper chest. “Such a lucky creature you are,” Thalris purred jealously as she began to walk around the woman, running her finger across her skin as she moved to caress and tease her in a circle.
The woman moaned softly, leaning into the teasing tickle. She moaned loader when Thalris walked back around and ran the finger down onto the swell of one of her large, full, firm breasts. Her eyes rolled into her head as though the pleasure was nearly too much to handle. A moment later her wobbly legs gave out and she fell into Thalris’ waiting arms.
Thalris caught her with ease, wrapping her arms greedily around the woman’s body then unleashing hands that were hungry to feel up all the woman’s most intimate places. In mere moments Thalris had the entranced woman gasping and moaning out lewd belts of pleasure as the Elve’s hands worked her breasts and pussy.
“This is what you are now,” Thalris whispered into the woman’s ear before nipping at it to start a fresh bought of pleased, overwhelmed moans. “An easily aroused thing who is only able to be so aroused because it makes it a more pleasurable sex toy for men. Oh, women can still help. Women can do the work of getting you worked up and wet and more easily entered. But from now on any lesbianism in your life will be performative. Women touching, kissing, caressing, fucking each other? It’s not for pleasure’s sake anymore, it’s only for the sake of men.”
“Gods be praised,” the man standing next to Strood muttered. “Can she really be the same awkward Elve we nabbed all that time ago in those woods? Our finest work this one,” he muttered, shifting awkwardly and struggling to decide whether to jam a hand down his pants to “enjoy” the show being put on more thoroughly.
“Our finest work?” Strood asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “Yes, I think so, but it’s more than that. I think this is what the gods intended for her all along. We didn’t really make her, we only unlocked the true potential hidden within her.” His words led him to fall into deep thought as he continued to watch.
Thalris was behind the woman, arms wrapped around her and hands at her womanhood. “I’ll play your pussy like an instrument,” Thalris whispered in the woman’s ear, glancing past her to smile at Strood. “Make you moan like your voice is the music coming from my lute. Play not just moaned music out of you but lust as well. You’ll be feeling my hands working but thinking about HIM, about that man watching us.”
The woman moaned, eyes fluttering open so they could focus on Strood. “Don’t want to think such things about a man,” she whimpered, flushing deeply. Her body language suggested she wanted to look away from the man but could not.
“But you can’t help it now, can you?” Thalris asked her as she made intense eye contact with Strood. “Such a strong, rugged, handsome man. And what’s in his pants… Such divine glory! You’ve had it plenty now, been made to suck and take it in every hole. Hated it every time. But not tonight, not THIS time. This time you’ll love it even as you hate it.”
“You know, Strood, I don’t think she’s being poetic,” the man beside Strood said as he licked his lips while watching the performance being put on. “It really seems the Elve is playing Bardic magic into the noblewoman. Look at her fingers, glowing with magic. And the woman’s pussy! Glowing too. I didn’t know Bards could do their magic that way. I’d never heard of one using a living person as their instrument, focusing their magic into them this way.”
“I’ve never heard of it either,” Strood said, eyes on fire with lust as Thalris played a particularity lewd moan from her “instrument”. The moan shimmered as it left the noblewoman’s mouth, becoming a glowing note of pure magic that floated to Strood. When it reached him it “popped”, showering the man with sparkling magic that left his eyes mad with barely restrained lust and his manhood so hard it had him groaning in pain.
Some of the magic splashed onto the man beside Strood. He knew the bit of magical enticement was not meant for him, but knowing didn’t lessen what he felt. “Gods, it’s too much,” he groaned in pain and frustration, wanting to join Thalris and the noblewoman but knowing he wasn’t the one being incited. “Can I go help ‘train’ one of the others? If you say no I’m gonna blow my load standing here watching.”
“Go take that horniness and put it to good use,” Strood told the man with an amused chuckle as he kept his lust-filled eyes locked on Thalris’ eyes.
“Now comes the test,” Thalris said, speaking to both Strood and the woman she was “playing”. “Pull it out. Let’s see how she reacts this time.”
Strood started towards them, quickly undressing as he did. When he dropped then stepped out of his pants both women’s eyes darted to his manhood. Thalris let out a squeal of joy when his throbbing hard member sprung free of his pants. It was clear she wanted to keep her eyes on it but she forced herself to look away, twisting her body to better see the noblewoman’s face.
The expressions that played across the woman’s face were everything her captors had hoped for. A few moments of disgust and revulsion followed by shocked awe then distraught desire. The noblewoman, eyes locked on Strood’s bouncing cock as he quickly strode across the room to meet them, whimpered then moaned to express how distressed the desire she was feeling left her.
“No time to get those ropes off you,” Thalris told the noblewoman. “Means you’ll need my assistance, which means I get to help. Come, on your knees. Both of us, we’ll be on our knees waiting and ready,” Thalris told her as she quickly got the woman into position.
Once she was on her knees Thalris went and kneeled in front of her, grabbing the woman and pulling the front of her body into hers. This left them face to face, Thalris with her arms around the woman to ensure the woman’s body was kept pressed tight into hers, the woman’s large breasts smashed into the Elve’s small ones.
“Face me as though we are about to kiss,” Thalris commanded. “But keep your eyes on his cock. It’s all that matters. Desiring it. Needing it. Needing to pleasure it. To pleasure the man attached to it. We’ll do it together.” As Strood neared her eyes flicked to him. “Yes?”
He grinned, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it up. “I know exactly what you have in mind and I think it’s perfect. Begin,” he said with an approving nod.
Thalris’ eyes flashed to the noblewoman. “Lean in closer, like you’re moving in to kiss. But before our lips meet we’ll be given a much more wonderful treat than another woman’s warm mouth. Something meaty and hard, something perfect. Something—”
Her words were cut off. As she’d been speaking she’d been moving her lips closer to those of the noblewoman. They’d been just about to meet when Strood reached them and slid his throbbing member between their mouths. The two women’s mouths met around the thickest part of his shaft, each opening to take in its girth in a manner that allowed their lips to meet around his cock.
“Good girls,” Strood moaned appreciatively as he put a hand on the back of each woman’s head, holding them in place as he moved his hips to thrust his member between their mouths. He thrust with ever-increasing speed and pleasure as they sucked and slurped at his shaft, working in cock-hungry unison to pleasure his member from both sides.
Thalris hummed as he used their mouths, the vibrations making him moan deeper. Yet he could sense it was more than the feeling of the humming bringing the intense pleasure. This was more lewd Bardic magic, Thalris playing his cock to infuse magic into him. Increasing his pleasure? Maybe, but it seemed if that was her goal he’d feel it more. The humming felt amazing, but no more amazing than it would have without the magic.
So what was she doing? Something to the noblewoman? A glance at her face suggested not. She seemed lost in a battle of opposing feelings, the “true” her disgusted and the “new” her delighted to be working a cock this way. It had to be something else, something more.
Strood figured it out when he began his crest towards climax. He felt what Thalris was doing with her Bardic magic played through his cock, a swelling rise shadowing his nearing to orgasm felt deep in his balls. When he came it would be intense and his load would be magically enlarged.
The unexpected pleasure of it all was too overwhelming for him to have the chance to ask “why”. He trusted Thalris and let her play him, not questioning it when she pulled away from his cock a moment before he started to cum.
It all happened so fast that it wasn’t till it was over and Strood had stumbled back, breathing deeply and struggling to remain on legs weak from post-orgasmic shakiness, that Strood understood what Thalris had done. The Elve had kept the other woman’s chest pressed tight against hers while grabbing his spasming cock and pointing it down so that the magically enlarged load of semen shot directly into the ample cleavage pressed tight against Thalris’ much smaller chest.
Strood stood, eyes wild as he saw what she’d accomplished. His load had been big enough it could have filled a mug, all of it pooled up in the woman’s cleavage pressed tight against Thalris’ chest. It had led to it making a little pool of semen, one held in place in her cleavage.
“Now prove how much you desire cock and cum,” Thalris purred commandingly at the noblewoman. “Keep your chest pressed tight against mine, but leaned down and lap up that lake of spunk trapped between your tits like a kitten lapping up cream. Make me believe how much you both loathe his cum but how much you NEED it.”
The woman, whimpering is distraught desire, bent her head down, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out. Her tongue shook, not wanting to taste it. But the moment she had her first taste of semen she broke, moaning out in shameful desire as she lapped hungrily at it.
“Very good,” Thalris purred. Her eyes flashed to Strood and she smiled. “But there’s always room for improvement. Plenty of time to perfect perfection before we reach our destination.”
Strood grinned. It wouldn’t be long before they reached Deeport where he’d have to sell Thalris and this noblewoman. He intended to make the most of every minute he had left with them.
And if I start to doubt the wisdom of selling Thalris and not keeping her for myself I will remind myself of the money I’ll make, Strood thought. Hell, if I find the right buyer it might be enough to retire on… Although I love this work too much. I’ll NEVER retire.
No… No this isn’t about the money anymore. Now that we’re this close I can be honest with myself. This is about the kind of GOOD this woman can do in the world. I have to find the right buyer for her, not to get the most money possible, but to ensure her talents can be put to the best use possible. And in Deeport there will be plenty of fitting opportunities to ensure her find the perfect home!
One of the last sections polls determined this about their destination (now named Deeport):
“They end up in a powerful city state rumored to be ruled over by some kind of Demon/Demoness who is a servant to a perverse god (whether this is true and what deity they serve will be chosen by future poll). The city is a hive of sexual debauchery, and is most famous for the large number of brothels, most of them themed and unique in some way. It IS a place full of evil people, but the place itself isn’t evil. There is slavery, especially the sexual kind, but its not a violent place and is well policed.”
Next entry will be them arriving at Deeport, so we will now decide a few things about this place and what happens during that initial entry there.
Is Deeport truly ruled over by a Demon/Demoness as is rumored? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)
Where/when will the next scene be? (Choose up to 2 options from this story)
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