“Thank you so much for letting me know that traveling merchant was going to be in the area for so long,” the young Faun girl with a glowing smile said as she approached the Guildmaster’s counter.
He’d enjoyed the special kind of eye candy the young exotic Faun adventurer was but found himself unable to ogle her at that moment. The massive weapon the small girl had lazily resting on one shoulder as she approached him was too impossible it ignore.
The girl, Kniezy Brightforge, was one of the Fauns that had more of the goat in her than the deer. It came across not just in her small, downward curved horns but in how stocky her body was. The girl was both shorter than most of her kind and plumper, yet also more muscular as well. There was a strange, almost disorienting daintiness to the tough-looking girl.
It’s in how she moves, too, the Guildmaster thought. Fauns tended to be quick and agile, but also skittish and too quick to react to surprises. She’s the calmest, most confident Faun I’ve ever seen and that makes her seem almost ethereal alongside the agile quickness of even her laziest moves.
Above all, she was small. Short for her race, which already looked smaller than others regardless of height. A result of that skittish quickness and their normally lean limbs.
The Guildmaster would have been fascinated if any man, regardless of race, as small as her had entered his Guild Hall with a weapon as big as the one she carried with such ease. A massive two-handed war hammer, it would have been big for her with a normal head on it. But it didn’t have a normal head. The “hammer” part of it was constructed out of a massive chunk of pink crystalline ore nearly the size of her torso that glowed with barely contained arcane power.
“I see you were able to come to an arrangement for materials to make a weapon. I’d not expected you to work out a deal, construct the weapon, and be back so soon. Nor had I expected it would be so large and… impressive.”
She hefted the huge hammer, the immense weight of the item clear for only a moment before the handle shimmered. A moment later the Faun girl was holding the weapon as if it weighed no more than a dagger. “My finest work,” Kniezy declared proudly. “If the arcanists that had trained me could see it they’d be proud.”
“And made of such impressive arcane ore. Surely, though, you did not have the coin to afford such a large and expensive chunk?”
The bright smile on Kniezy’s face faltered. She let the head of the hammer drop to the floor with a thud then leaned on the handle, looking sad. “It did take a small fortune to purchase along with the other components I needed for its construction. When I left my home I hadn’t realized how rare the material my people used to create artifacts were. I’ve only been an adventurer for a short time and have barely been able to use my abilities as an Artificer.”
“Until now,” the Guildmaster pointed out.
Kniezy nodded, the bright smile returning to her face. “Until now! With this I’ll be able to take on threats far above my level, and all by myself. Which is good, because I’m going to need to make a LOT of coin in a short amount of time.”
“And why is that?” the Guildmaster asked, not revealing he already knew the answer.
“Well… the merchant allowed me to purchase what I wanted from him on credit. I have until he leaves the region to pay him back. I promised it wouldn’t take long and even agreed to sign a magically binding contract.”
A magically binding contract the little twit obviously didn’t read closely enough, the Guildmaster thought. If she had read what happens if she CAN’T pay him back she’d never have signed.
“Luckily, it seems he’s not interested in leaving right away so I should have time to make the money I need. And, as I said, that should be easy with this. Which brings me to my visit to the Guildhall. I need a quest, one that pays well. And I’m NOT looking to share the payout with others. I’m going to be doing quests solo to make as much coin as I can.”
How perfect, I don’t even have to convince the little bimbo to head recklessly out on her own. It’s a boon that her mix of youthful attractiveness alongside being so skilled in her craft is something most find so off-putting. Everyone wants to bed the little slut but almost no one is willing to listen to her drone on and on about the intricacies of creating magical artifacts, nor are there many adventurers who will happily sit by why she details the flaws in all their gear.
“I just need to pick the right quests,” she continued. “Killing even some of the biggest monsters should be easy with this. And mobs of smaller ones should be no problem for me, it will be like cutting down stalks of grain.”
She’s almost certainly correct. Although I could set her up against a truly powerful monster that could simply gobble her up like the little snack she is. But no… there’s no art in that. And I do have my deal with the merchant to think of.
“There is a small dungeon not far from where the traveling merchant is staying that would be just perfect,” the Guildmaster said, opening the tome where he kept his open quests logged. “It’s always attracting new monsters to it. They start breeding and then cause problems for the nearby villages and homesteads. They keep a growing pool of coin to payout for having the dungeon cleared. It’s accrued a small fortune as the dungeon hasn’t been cleaned out in a while.”
“Clear out a dungeon on my own?” she asked, looking a tad nervous.
“Just a small one,” she replied quickly. “As you said, that impressive weapon should be able to kill anything within the dungeon with ease.”
“You’re right! I don’t know a lot about monsters yet, I just know this should be able to kill them all. I’ll take the quest!”
The Guildmaster smirked, pulling out a piece of parchment to copy down the information she’d need to find the dungeon.
He did not include the list of creatures known to inhabit the place, although he doubted that omission was needed. Thanks to the powerful weapons she could craft the annoyingly upbeat Faun would almost certainly gain the experience she needed to have a long career as an adventurer. He’d encountered her at the right moment to ensure that never happened. She was deadly, yes, but inexperienced. She hadn’t yet learned there were some monsters dangerous despite not being particularly deadly.
She’s too low level to realize there are things that live in dungeons that are more of a danger to her weapon than they are to her. I’ll just need to make sure the merchant knows where he’ll need to be to check up on his investment…
* * *
I couldn’t tell someone the names of half the monsters I’ve killed so far but they’ve all died the same, Kniezy thought. One swing of my hammer and they’re all done for.
Kniezy had been nervous as she’d set out on the quest. The initial thrill of having created such a powerful arcane weapon was fading and it was sinking in just how much she owed the traveling merchant. But once she’d gotten down into the dungeon and started cutting her way through the various kinds of monsters inhabiting the place all that worry had melted away. She’d be able to clear the dungeon in one go and would be back to collect the reward for completing the quest by evening.
It won’t take too many quests like this to earn all the coin I need to pay him back, especially since I’m not splitting the reward with anyone else! I might even be able to earn enough to buy more materials from him before he leaves. I craft myself a nice set of arcane-infused armor and I’ll be nigh unstoppable!
Her thoughts were interrupted when she slipped on something slimy. Only thanks to using her weapon as a counterweight was she able to keep from falling on her ass.
“Ew. What is this goo?” She took a step back from it, trying to wipe it off her boot. It was a very light shade of blue and looked like a half-melted jelly. She’d stepped in a small patch of it but she could see there was a trail of the stuff leading ahead and turning down a passage to her left. Some of the slime was even on the walls and ceiling around her.
“Maybe there’s huge mutant Gloop hiding down here. I’m sure I heard something about a creature like that once. Well, whatever it is, I’m going to go kill it!”
With just enough caution to keep from slipping on the slime and falling over she followed the slime trail. She turned the corner and found what had been leaving it and was so shocked by the thing’s size she had to take a step back and stare in fascination at it.
She didn’t think it was a Gloop, one of the strange little jellied blobs so many low-level adventurers cut their teeth on. But it might have been a distant relation. The thing was huge, filling up almost the entire corridor. As she watched it wobble and slowly move forward like a giant semi-transparent slug she saw it occasionally bumping into the walls and ceiling, leaving dripping bits of slimy goo behind.
“Gross,” Kniezy muttered, hefting her hammer. “But just another monster.” She began approaching it, careful not to slip on the slime trail it was leaving. “Oi, Monster! Can you hear me?” The Dungeon Gloop stopped moving then jiggled violently before beginning to slowly slime its way back in her direction. “Guess you can. Well, at least you’ll know what killed you before you die.”
She glanced at the floor, making sure she knew where the step then charged, swinging the hammer and slamming it into the thing’s center mass. As the crystalline hammerhead slammed into the jellied, semi-transparent body a shower of arcane energy blasted out. Kniezy grinned, knowing that the energy more than the blow of the hammer was what doomed her enemies.
Except she didn’t see the arcane energy soaking into her opponent. She didn’t see its body sizzle and turn to ash or form glowing fissures before falling apart. The Dungeon Gloop just swallowed the energy, vibrating as if it found it delicious.
Stunned, it took Kniezy a moment to notice the head of her hammer was stuck onto the outside of the thing’s gelatinous body. When she tried to pull it away it not only didn’t come unstuck, the hammerhead started to get sucked in.
“No! Give it back you gross blob!”
The Dungeon Gloop didn’t give it back. Instead, it sucked her hammer in further.
Kniezy almost moved to brace her foot against the thing’s body to gain some leverage to pull her weapon out but thought better of it. What if it started sucking HER in? She glanced at the ground and saw dirt and small rocks on the ground under it slowly being pulled into its body and dissolving, making her realize how important it was she not let it get hold of her. By the time she’d had that realization her hammer had been pulled in almost to the handle. She had no choice but to let it go less she wanted to grab her hands and pull her in as well.
Kniezy was hyperventilating as she backed away, staring in horror as the weapon she’d gone so far into debt to create was sucked to the center of the creature’s jellied mass. “How am I going to get it back,” she whimpered, barely holding back tears.
A moment later she dropped to her knees and wailed in despair. She watched, completely powerless to do anything about it, as her hammer began to dissolve. The crystalline head lasted longest and by the time it had disintegrated her whole body was racked by uncontrolled sobs of despair.
“It’s g-g-gone!” She wanted to collapse, go limp and give up on life. Let the blob come and do to her what it had done to her precious, VERY expensive weapon. The desire passed when she realized the Dungeon Gloop was slowly oozing its way towards her and that if she didn’t get up and run away that was very likely to be what would happen to her.
So she fled, crying hysterically and holding her fists against the sides of her head.
“What am I going to do? How am I ever going to make the money I owe the merchant now?”
She tried to calm herself. She wasn’t hurt. She had enough coin left to buy a cheap weapon. She could join a low-level party, do some quests with them and earn enough to buy some better gear and eventually make herself a new magical artifact. But that would take time. How much would she have before the merchant was ready to leave the area? He’d not been very clear how long that would be…
After reaching the dungeon’s entrance and stepping out into sunlight she stopped, not understanding the sight that met her. She thought for a moment she’d gone mad with grief and was hallucinating.
“Why hello there, Kniezy.”
It was the traveling merchant. A tall, plump, middle-aged Human man. The large carriage that he kept his wears in and that doubled as his home was parked nearby, the horse that pulled it tied to a nearby tree and happily nibbling on a patch of grass. He was sitting on a chair, a fire before him with a pot of something brewing above it.
Why is he here? Why has he made camp in front of a dungeon, and not just any dungeon but the one I’ve been inside of?
“W-what are y-you d-d-doing here,” she asked, struggling to stop crying as she wiped away the wet mess running down her face with the back of her wrist.
“Why I’m checking on my investment! It was a big risk selling such valuable crafting materials on credit. But as young and pretty and dumb as you look you were able to prove to me you had the skills to craft them into an impressive weapon.” He paused, smirking as if he suspected the answer to the question he was about to ask. “Where is the glorious weapon you crafted, anyways?”
“It… It… It’s gone!” Kniezy wailed, beginning to cry again.
“Gone? What do you mean?” the merchant asked, standing and walking up to the girl.
“D-d-dissolved. By a big gross blob!”
He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close to give her a reassuring hug. “Shhhh… calm down. A Dungeon Gloop ate it I’d wager. A real shame, only an adventurer who was too low level would know you can’t kill one of the beasts with a weapon, even an enchanted one. But it will be okay, you’ll make a new one. A better one worth a lot more money. I’ve all the supplies you need.”
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight as she kept crying. Only after calming down did she pull away, wiping tears from her eyes. “T-thank you,” she said, breathing heavily as she struggled to regain her composure. “Thank you so much.”
“For what,” he asked. “I’d think thanking me would be the last thing you’d want to do in your predicament.”
Kniezy stared at him, confused. Confused by what he’d said. Confused by the way he was looking at her. His eyes were full of greed. It made her intensely uncomfortable. Painfully aware of how slutty and revealing her clothing was, she hugged herself to try and hide her body from him. It wasn’t enough. The way he was looking at her… She had to take a step back away from him.
“I don’t understand,” she asked. There were no tears anymore. Her ears, normally hanging limply above her down-turned horns, were standing erect at attention. Her short stubby pointed tail, her tight pants tailored so it stuck provocatively above the waistband, was vibrating in agitation. She felt a building sense of dread, that she was in far more danger here than she’d been anywhere down in the dungeon.
“Of course you don’t understand, you pretty little twit.”
Kniezy’s ears twitched as the merchant reached into his jacket and pulled out a rolled-up piece of parchment. “Your contract,” he said, holding it up like it was a weapon he was pointing at a disarmed enemy. “Come now, girl, how are you going to pay what’s owed? With the weapon gone it could take you ages to earn enough money and you only had till I decided to leave. And I’ve decided to leave tomorrow morning.”
“B-but you said I’d have time.”
“With the hammer. So I need not stick around to wait for a return on my investment. I’m going to collect now and be on my way.”
Her ears twitched again and she held herself tighter. “But how am I supposed to pay you back? I don’t even have a weapon.”
“I told you,” he said, tucking the contract back into his jacket, “you’ll build me another one. And one after that and one after that. I’ll be able to make FAR more money with an Artificer turning my raw material into arcane-infused weapons. And I won’t even have to pay the pretty little twit, either.”
She took a further step back. “I don’t understand. I don’t want to pay off my debts working for you.”
“Which is good,” the merchant said, grinning evilly at her, “because that’s not an offer that’s on the table. Although it would have been something you could have thought to add to the contract. But you didn’t even bother to read it all the way, now did you? You’re a pretty little thing, and so skilled. But dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. So, dumb pretty little Faun girl, pay up.”
She looked at the hand he was holding out, confused. He was holding a leather collar in it, like the kind you’d put on a pet only sized to fit a person.
“But I don’t have anything worth as much as I owe you,” she asked, not understanding.
“Come, now, girl, you’re literally selling yourself short. Your sexy little body alone far more than is owed to me. Add in your skills as an artificer and it FAR exceeds what you ow. But a person isn’t exactly something you can break up and give back as change.” He stepped closer to her, still holding the collar out. “Put it on. You have to be the one to do it. You have to choose to do it knowing what will happen when you put it on.”
As he spoke runes lit up around the collar, sizzling arcane energy steaming off them.
Kniezy gasped, finally understanding. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head in refusal as she looked at the collar in horror. She knew what it was now, knew the arcane magic woven into it. It was one of the few things Artificers had forbid the creation of, a taboo so deep she’d thought the knowledge of how to make it was gone from the world. “I can’t put that collar on. It will make me your servant for life!”
“Yes, it will,” he said. “But for the magic to take you’ll have to choose to put it on. I can’t physically force it on you, can’t trick you into putting it on thinking it was something else. You have to choose to put it on knowing what it means, what it will do. You’ll be the collar owner’s slave for life. Not their life but YOURS. If the original owner dies or sells the collar you go to a new owner. An unbreakable, irreversible, magically binding submission.”
“I won’t do it,” she said, taking a step further back and almost falling back into the opening of the dungeon she’d so recently fled.
“You will. You have to. You owe me. You signed a magically binding contract. I’m calling in my debt, as the contract allows. You MUST pay me what is owed, and YOU are the only thing you have that will cover the cost.”
“You can’t make me.”
“No, I can’t. I’m not a violent man, at least not in that way. And even if I was forcing the collar on you with physical strength it wouldn’t do anything. But you WILL put it on. You’ve no choice. You signed the contract, girl.”
“I- I’ll refuse!”
“Do you KNOW what happens when you break a contract like the one you signed?”
Her eyes opened wide. She shook her head from side to side.
“Neither do I,” he replied. “But we have to assume there is a reason you never hear about it being done.”
Kniezy bit her lip. She was shaking, wanted to turn and run as fast as she could to get as far away from this odious man as she could. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t so much as lift her foot. She understood why. She’d signed a magically binding contract, one that couldn’t be broken. She COULDN’T flee. She HAD to pay the debt.
He stepped closer, held the collar out. “Put it on, girl.”
Tears ran down her cheeks as she reached out, hand shaking, and took the leather collar. Not a slave collar, but a Collar of Binding. The magic it worked was more than a kind of slaver, it would go far deeper. A slave could be freed. That would not be a possibility for her.
Kniezy put on the Collar of Binding, tightening it around her neck, knowing what it meant. She felt the runes light up again. Felt their magic burning into her flesh then into her mind and soul. She felt her eyes drawn to the merchant, FELT he was her owner now. She’d do what he told her. She’d not harm him. She’d not part his side unless he told her to. Even when she’d hate it she’d NEED to serve him, NEED to please him.
Her legs grew weak as the magic worked its way through her. She dropped to her knees with a whimper. Eyes down, body shaking with silent sobs, she asked the question that would be the only one that would matter for the rest of her life. “What would you like me to do for you?”
* * *
Kniezy knelt on the ground beside the merchant. She had her hands in her lap and her head down, suffering in silence as the truth of her life began to settle in fully. Not even a slave. A thing. And no hope of escape. Never. A thing till the day she died.
She’d taken over cooking the meal he’d started before she came out of the dungeon. When the sun had begun to set he’d told her where to find some emberstone torches to place around the camp so they’d have illumination beyond the small cooking fire. When the food was done she’d served it to him. When he’d wanted more she’d served his seconds. Only after he was certain he wanted no more was she allowed to have what was left, and she’d have to eat it with her fingers while sitting on the ground by his feet.
Afterward he sat beside her in his chair, happily humming to himself while he smoked a pipe. The smell made her nose twitch. It wasn’t tobacco, it was something stronger, something Fauns did not react well to. She suspected he knew that. He’d done nothing to physically hurt her in the short time she’d been his thing but there had been a never-ending string of subtle, easily denied cruelty in almost everything he did to and around her.
“Up, girl,” he commanded lazily.
Kniezy practically hopped to her feet, her body responding to the command before she was aware of what she was doing. There was a warm rush of pleasure that came with doing what her owner commanded her to do. She felt it was the worst thing, a little forced flush of stupefying physical and mental joy. No matter how much she hated what she was told to do, no matter how much she didn’t want to, she WOULD do it and she WOULD enjoy doing it.
“What would you like me to do for you?”
“In the carriage by the bed, on the third shelf up is a small chest. Simple, easily overlooked. Take this key and unlock it and bring me one of the small vials from inside. There aren’t many and you’ll find most are already empty. Bring me one of the full ones. It will look like it’s filled with shimmering gas.”
Kniezy bowed. “It will be done,” she said as she took the key.
As she went to retrieve the little treasure she thought about how surprised she’d been that he’d not demanded she call him something like “master”. She’d been even more surprised when she found thinking about calling him that felt so wrong.
He’s not my master because I’m not his slave. A slave can be freed. A slave is still a person. I gave up everything I was when I put the collar on. Now I’m just a thing. A belt doesn’t call its owner master. A cup isn’t its owner’s slave.
While unlocking the chest she wondered where he’d make her sleep. Thanks to some impressive enchantments the carriage was much larger on the inside than it was on the outside and she suspected when he needed more room for cargo he could make it as big as he needed it to be. Would he extend a wall slightly, make her a little corner with a bed like his?
Or will he make me sleep in his bed?
He’d yet done or said anything to show interest in using his thing that way. Well, almost. There was the way he looked at her. She knew she was pretty, that men (and many women) were often drawn to her thanks to her good looks especially because Fauns were often regarded as one of the most exotically pretty races in Alaria. Even though she was a Faun who had more of the hearty goat in her and wasn’t one of the more pretty, fragile-looking deer-like Fauns she knew she was still highly attractive in the eyes of nearly any race.
She’d always dressed in a manner that put mobility and agility over protection. That was just how she fought, how she liked to live her life. Even so, she knew the skimpy outfits she preferred to wear WERE needlessly provocative.
Even the pants she wore, tight to show off the shape of her legs and ass and the waistband tailored so her stubby pointed deer-tail stuck out above it. Fauns knew what a provocative, even indecent thing that was, especially how she let her pants ride low to show off a bit of ass crack. But even if they didn’t know how scandalous it was in Faun culture the men of other races recognized it for what it was.
She liked the way people looked at, men AND women. Like she was eye candy they were feasting on, a sweet indulgence to savor. And those looks went a long way to soothe her bruised ego every time someone interested in bedding her would lose that interest once she started talking to them.
He could have me whenever he wanted. He’d just have to tell me to. No… not even tell me, just ask. And I’d do it, happily. But I’d still hate it.
Before leaving the carriage, the strange vapor-filled vial in her hand, she stopped to hug herself. I don’t want to be used that way. But what is most disturbing is how I feel when I think about him NOT using me that way. I don’t want him to use me that way but at the same time I NEED him to want to use me that way.
When she returned she handed him the vial then got back down on her knees beside him, feeling like a dog whose only purpose in life was to wait for its owner’s next command.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding the vial out and shaking it to show her how the vapors inside shimmered as they were agitated.
She shook her head from side to side.
“It is Zixvia’n Vapors,” he informed her.
Kniezy’s eyes grew large as several emotions ran through her mind in quick succession. Shock. Disgust. Fear. “No,” she gasped, wanting to back away but unwilling to move further away from her owner without being told to.
“So you know what it does when inhaled?”
“I- No… Not exactly. I’ve heard… things. And I know it affects races differently. But I know enough to be shocked you sell it. It’s not even legal in most lands.”
The merchant chuckled. “While I do sell a vial here and there I mostly keep them for my personal use.”
Kniezy shook her head, scooting back away from him ever so slightly. “But… that’s monstrous! You’re not an ugly man. And you’re very wealthy. You shouldn’t need something like that.”
He chuckled again. “You’re right, I DON’T need it. But I LIKE to use it. I like to see the horror on women’s faces when I pop the vial open and huff the vapors. They almost all know just enough to be terrified, but most will not know the details of what’s about to happen. What will it do to a woman of their race? I like watching them think about that, think about screaming for help or turning to run away but knowing it is already being too late.”
“Monstrous,” Kniezy muttered, still shaking her head from side to side. “But why are you showing me?”
“You really are a dumb thing, aren’t you?” He punctuated his question by popping the cap off. The shimmering vapors exploded out. He put his face in them and inhaled. They moved into his nostrils, every bit of the shimmering cloud flowing into him.
Kniezy moaned and began rubbing her thighs together, the effects of the monstrous vapors already hitting her. “Why,” she whimpered. “I already have to do anything you want me to. You could have just told me to pleasure you. I’d done anything you wanted, no matter how odious it was, and this damn collar would ensure I enjoyed it even if it was some deviant sexual act that caused me pain!”
“I know,” he said with a mean-spirited chuckle. He lifted his ass and pulled his pants off, letting them fall to his ankles before sitting back down. “But this is more… cruel.”
The word was like a knife into her heart. She’d already known it was the reason, but somehow hearing him admit it made it worse.
She groaned, struggling not to look at his exposed manhood but feeling the animal draw to it the vapors were causing. She could smell it. Taste it. The desires she was struggling to fight off were something primitive… terrifyingly dehumanizing, making her feel more like a helpless prey animal than a person. The vapors were bringing out the TRUE Faun in her, the animal her race was only supposed to resemble.
“Please,” she whined. “Tell me to do it. Tell me to suck you off. I’ve only done it once and I was so bad he asked me to stop but I’ll learn. Ask me to do it. I will. Don’t even ask me, just don’t tell me no!”
“No,” he said.
She moaned and fell forward onto all fours, feeling more like an animal than ever. Her mind felt like it was devolving, becoming something more primitive. More animal.
She was drawn to his manhood but she didn’t want to go. Her hand lifted, shaking, she was trying so hard to stop it. When it came down her hand was balled into a fit. No… Not a fist. Like a hoof. So was her other hand. Even her toes were curled up, her body driven by the vapors to be as much goat or deer as possible. As soon as it was on the ground her other hand joined it. Then her knees. Slowly, she began to crawl to him.
“Please… This is too cruel. You can have me any way and any time you want. I WANT you to have me that way. I WANT to please you. But not this, not this way.”
She could see his thing growing thick and hard as she begged and pleaded. “No,” he said again, grabbing his dick. “I find this way more enjoyable.” He leaned back in his chair, slid down slightly, and spread his legs open.
Kniezy crawled between them. She wanted to beg more. Not because she thought he’d give her what she wanted. She wanted to beg and be denied because she’d seen how much joy he got from that, how it had made him HARD listening to her pathetic plea for mercy. She wanted to degrade and humiliate herself just to please him, a self-violation that left her wanting to want to die. But of course she didn’t want to die, then she’d be away from her owner and that thought was an impossible want for her to feel.
But she couldn’t plead, not anymore. The vapors had taken hold of her. She got up on her knees, her whole body shaking as she stared at his hard member.
Her eyes darted to his face to see if he’d tell her to do something. She winced when she saw the cruelty-filled expression there. Her eyes fell back to his member. It smelled from not being cleaned enough. His balls were hairy, his bush thick and gross looking. It wasn’t like the beautiful, thick pubic hair Faun men and women had. The individual hairs were thick and wiry but too sparsely rooted on his skin. Compared to her race his manhood looked like a dog with mange.
As disgusted as she was she was drawn to it more and more. She leaned in, gently grabbed it by the base, and lifted it up. She leaned in further, turned her head slightly and closed her eyes. Then she pressed her cheek into the underside of his gross, smelly Human cock. She took a moment to savor its hard warmth on her cheek, revolted by how greasy and unclean it felt yet in that moment thinking there was no more perfect thing in the world.
Even though her eyes were closed, even though it wouldn’t have mattered if they were open, she had such a clear picture. Her pretty, orange-brown cheeks with those cute, pretty, white speckles scattered across them. And now that gross Human cock draped across her pretty cheek.
She felt a hunger for his cock the likes of which she’d never felt. Primal, coming from deep inside her. An animal thing that left her feeling less like a person than ever, a feeling she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life even if she never encountered a man using Zixvia’n Vapors again.
Kniezy shifted, turning her head and using her hand to angle his cock. She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out. Licked clean the small bead of precum that had built up on the tip. The small taste was enough to fully release the primal thing the vapors had created in her.
She inhaled his cock, taking so deep in her mouth she gagged when it hit the back of her throat. That didn’t matter. Her discomfort didn’t matter. Only working his cock mattered. Having it. In her mouth, her head bobbing and her hands working the shaft. She needed to feel him cum in her mouth. Needed to taste his bitter, gross Human seed.
The Faun had not been lying when she’d said she had only gone down on a man once and had been so bad at it he’d made her stop. But this wasn’t Kniezy sucking this evil man’s cock. It was the primal beast the vapors had turned her into. That animal knew how to suck cock. She worked his throbbing member with pure animal instinct, making him groan in pleasure and fill her mouth faster than the most skilled whore would have been able to do.
She kept her lips sealed tight around his cock, his cum in her mouth. The primal animal that she’d become was stuck between the need to swallow his seed and the need to keep it in her mouth and savor it. Only after a few moments of savoring did the need to swallow overtake the other.
With a wet slurp she pulled his cock out of her mouth, sucking hard to ensure she kept every drop of jism in her mouth. Only after his cock fell from her mouth with a wet pop did she throw her head back and swallow.
The vile feel and taste of the cum sticking in her throat after she swallowed it did nothing to satiate the beast the vapors had unleashed. Nothing would put that animal back to sleep, not till the cock it was fixated on was drained and soft. And thanks to the vapors she’d need to make it cum many more times before that happened.
She leaped to her feet, practically tearing her clothes off. She threw them into the fire. The animal she’d become didn’t need clothing, only cock, THAT cock.
Naked, she crawled onto his lap, reaching under herself to line his cock up with her cunt. She was so sopping wet she was dripping on his member. Knowing how easily his hard cock would be able to slide into her she slammed her body down on it, impaling herself on his manhood.
The animal-thing that was once Kniezy threw its head back and howled in delight as it came. She wrapped her arms tightly around the man the cock was attached to. That cock was the only thing in the world that mattered, the man it was attached to was just a thing she could use to cling onto as she bounced her hips up and down, riding that cock.
The only time in those first minutes she was aware of him was when he’d grabbed her tail. It was tense and rigid from lust and arousal. An erogenous zone Fauns only allowed to be touched in moments of intimacy, and then only gently. He’d stroked it, sending waves of pleasure cascading up her spine. Then he’d grabbed it, tight enough to make her vaginal muscles clench. Then he’d yanked it, forcing her to cum.
She came two more times before he came again. But he was still hard so she kept going, riding him without even lifting up to let his seed ooze out of her. She simply bounced herself on his cock, her sloppy cum-soaked insides sloshing moistly. She went till he’d cum a second and third time. Only when she felt him begin to grow soft inside her did the primal beast start to recede. By the time he was soft and had slipped out of her with a wet flop, the churned-up mix of vaginal juices and semen oozing out after, the primal beast was gone.
Kniezy came back to herself, arms wrapped around the merchant as she sat naked on his lap. She could feel her cunt oozing, the mess inside her flowing out onto him. Her eyes opened wide as her mind processed what had happened to her. The loss of control, the feeling of being turned into something less than a person, that haunting, dehumanizing obsession.
And the pleased grin on his face.
She let go of him, let herself slide off his lap. She collapsed into the dirt at his feet, pulled her body into a tight ball then began to sob.
“You and your utter despair are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he sighed contentedly. “My life has been leading me to this moment. Not just the vapors, but the collar too. And to think, I’d never have thought about any of this without that amazing Guildmaster. A true friend, that man.”
Still sobbing, Kniezy peeked up from under the arm she had wrapped around her face. “G-g-guildmaster?”
“Oh yes,” the merchant said. “He was the one who directed me to the man who knew how to forge a Collar of Binding. He was the one that made me realize what a delicious combination of the item with my beloved vapors would be, although as much as I enjoyed that it will be a rare treat we’ll not often be able to indulge in.
“The Guildmaster was the one who helped me find YOU. He helped me devise the little scheme that led you here. Made sure to send you to a dungeon where he knew there was a monster that would destroy the weapon. Even told me where and when to be to call in my debt.”
She was shocked into silence, no longer even sobbing.
“I’ll have to write him a good long thank you letter in a few weeks after I’ve really broken you in. Let him know all about your new life as my thing. It will please him so to see a woman getting the life she deserves. We see eye to eye on that. A good man, as I said.”
He paused then added. “A genius, really. I can see now he saw what I wanted better than I could. He even gave me a parting idea that’s determined our destination. The man who made your collar, he’s desperate to teach someone how such an item is crafted. He’s old and not long for this world, worried the knowledge of how to craft it may die with him. We’ll be going to him and you’ll be learning.”
The horror of knowing she would be responsible for dooming others, certainly all to be women, to the same fate as she pushed her past her shocked silence. She began to sob uncontrollably. But she knew she’d do as he wanted. She would happily learn how to make a Collar of Binding, the most taboo thing she’d known of as an Artificer.
She was so young and as Faun she would live much longer than a Human. How many of the evil collars would she be made to create during her life? How many women would she doom…
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