Thalris Peaceguard sat with her chair leaning back resting against one of the support beams of the Adventurers’ Guildhall’s tavern-like common room. She was playing her lute and singing an upbeat, bawdy tune to the delight of all around her. This left the Elven Bard preening, happily laughing between lines as other members of the Adventurers’ Guild cheered and added lewd lines to her dirty song.
The cute Common Elve adored being the center of attention, at least when she was performing. She felt she was her most true self in these moments, able to open up in ways the normally shy woman struggled with. Even the sexual attention of others, something she struggled with above all else, was something she could bask in while performing songs so filthy they’d make most sailors blush.
Thalris was a performer who easily drew the attention of all around her. The Elven woman’s voice had an almost magical, enchanting undertone no Human could match. Then there was her beauty. She had the slender figure most Common Elves had and dainty, cute facial features that left her looking eternally youthful even though she was hundreds of years old.
Normally she kept her long, well-brushed dirty blond hair half covering her face. It was a way for the cute, shy Elven woman to hide from the world. But when performing she’d pull it back, tucking her hair behind her long, pointed Elven ears. It was a display that would draw even more attention to herself, especially as she often tried to hide her ears and cute Elven facial features under a cloak and hood when not performing.
Although in moments like this, when she was performing and basking in the attention of a crowd, she FELT her most true self the REAL truth was the raunchy singer the world knew was a false front. The shy woman she was at all other times, the one that was a novice Adventurer only ranked as a level two Bard, was the REAL her.
Unlike the performing version of herself, that woman shied away from all sexual attention. Only while singing could she take on the role of sexual deviant, but in reality she was an Elven woman who wasn’t even sure she’d undergone her sexual awakening. She MIGHT have, but she wasn’t certain. Every time she’d tried to bed someone, or even when she’d tried to pleasure herself, she got so nervous and bashful she never followed through.
It was something she worked hard to keep a secret. She adored the attention she got while performing dirty tunes, but that attention always turned to mockery if people started to suspect she wasn’t anywhere near as sexually experienced as she presented herself as being.
Try as she might the truth always seemed to come out. When it did she’d pack up and move on to a new Adventurers’ Guildhall in a new area where no one would know her reputation as the “virgin bard singing bawdy lies”.
This constant moving was a large part of why she was still so low level even after being an Adventurer for so long. She rarely stayed at any one Adventurers’ Guildhall long enough to get accepted into a party where she’d be safe to take on quests that would give her the experience she needed to increase her skill as an Adventurer and Bard.
She’d spend days or even weeks waiting to find a new party wanting to take on a novice Bard or find a solo quest safe enough for her to do alone. During this time she made the money she lived off by performing in whatever Guildhall she was working out of. Inevitably the rumors of how flustered she became when anyone tried to bed her would start to spread and the cheering crowds would start to pick up on the truth. And then before she’d had the chance to join a party or trained up her skills during solo quests she’d need to move on.
This time, in THIS Guildhall, she was determined things would be different. Something about the place felt different to her, special in some way she couldn’t put her finger on. She had the sense this was where she’d meet some important fate that had been waiting for her.
She’d also heard the Guildmaster, a friendly older Human man, was someone who provided opportunities to inexperienced female Adventurers most other Guildmasters wouldn’t normally offer. Even if she didn’t find a party to join at least she might find opportunities to level up she might not find elsewhere.
* * *
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 taking her clothes off. 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 so out of loneliness 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 she 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 it fell to 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 men naked. 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 free of hair 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, his cock bouncing slightly with the step.
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 extra 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 then exposing 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 now. 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.”
* * *
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 silently through the hall, 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 sword 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. “It’s 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 the 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.
* * *
Thalris happily made her way through a forest, dancing and singing along a well-trod path. The Elven Bard was playing her lute and happily singing a lewd tune as she casually made her way to her destination.
A simple, safe quest, Thalris thought as she dance-skipped over a thick root. For some reason the idea of being “safe” had been consuming her since she’d woken up that morning. She had woken feeling unsafe, violated even. Why she felt that had been unclear to her. A bad dream, perhaps? One she couldn’t remember but the feelings it had brought on lingering as she woke from it? She hadn’t been sure, but when the Guildmaster had offered her such a safe-sounding quest she’d jumped at the chance.
It’s a simple quest to gather some magical herbs from the relatively safe nearby forest, she remembered. A great way to slowly level up my abilities while showing that kindly older Guildmaster I’m eager to start trying to take on more challenges. He even suggested that if I can prove I can take on these small quests he’d put a good word in for me with parties looking to pick up a lower-level Bard.
She put some of her Bardic magic into her song causing the cords she was plucking to begin glowing blue. As she kept playing semi-transparent musical notes made of pure magic began to appear, floating away from the lute’s strings. They shimmered and danced away as though carried by the force of the music, disappearing into the forest around her.
It was a simple spell, one Thalris knew she needed to practice more often. It should both warn her of danger and reveal how much of a threat that danger posed. She didn’t expect it to reveal much of anything beyond perhaps a few nearly harmless slimes, for that’s all the kindly Guildmaster had told her to expect in this part of the forest.
Because of how little she’d practiced the spell, and because she was only expecting to find a handful of slimes at the most, Thalris was slow to react to the way the notes suddenly changed color and began to angrily vibrate. It was a clear sign there was danger nearby, but the color shifting from blue to dark red seemed too extreme for even a whole herd of slimes.
Thalris stopped singing, letting the spell end. She didn’t reach for the sword at her hip, convinced she’d been casting the spell wrong. She planned to begin casting it again, starting fresh with a new tune to better focus her Bardic magic.
Before she could begin someone said, “Damn, boys, I liked that song. Filthy, absolutely filthy! Was almost tempted to let the Elven slut dance on by without harming her.”
The man who had spoken stepped out from a hiding place in some nearby bushes, taking Thalris by surprise. She stopped in her tracks and took a few steps back from the man who was both far wider and taller than her.
He was dressed in fashions brigands and bandits were known to be fond of. She suppressed her gut reaction to respond to the man’s sudden presence like he WAS a bandit. She’d spent enough time amongst Adventurers to know many dressed in disreputable fashion, and there was a chance the man and whoever else he was speaking to were just fellow Adventurers on a similar or even the same quest she was on.
“And what finds you out this way, kind ser?” Thalris asked, trying not to sound as anxious as she felt. Something about the man felt… off. Even if he hadn’t appeared so suddenly the man would have unsettled her. “Have you perhaps taken the quest to gather Astragalus flowers too?” she asked hopefully.
The man snorted in amusement. “Is that what brings a pretty, foul-mouth Elve like you all the way out here? Astragalus flower?” He smirked, nodding to someone behind Thalris.
She looked over her shoulder and saw several more muscular, disreputable-looking men step out of hiding places. All were armed and had weapons drawn.
“There’s no Astragalus out this way,” the first man said as he advanced on Thalris. “No reason in the world to come all the way out here unless you were being sent into some kind of trap.”
Even more men came out of hiding places, some from behind trees and bushes, others dropping down from trees. All were armed, the ones furthest away with bows and crossbows.
Thalris realized then that these men WERE some kind of brigands, but by that point it was too late. The moment she strummed her lute to start and cast a spell the men behind that were closest to her rushed forward, grabbing Thalris in strong hands as they wrenched her instrument from her hands.
“None of that,” the first man, who she realized must be the group’s leader, told Thalris. “Take a Bard’s instrument away and everyone knows how helpless they are. No way to focus their magic, yes? And we’ll be taking this, too,” he said, stepping up to her and pulling the sword from the scabbard at her hip.
He held the blade up and looked at it before scoffing and tossing it into the dirt. “Not even worth keeping to sell,” he said before kicking dirt onto the weapon. “But you,” he added, turning to Thalris. “You’re a beauty, an Elven beauty. Some people will pay a small fortune for just a taste of Elven cunt. Now, some say them High Elves with all their thick curves are worth more. More coin can indeed be made selling them, but they’re more trouble to deal with. Magic is stronger in their blood. Leads to them having skills and powers men like me can’t predict. No, I’ll take a Common Elve any day. You’ll still live hundreds, maybe thousands of years, but you’re normally no more trouble than a Human woman to capture and hold. And compared to a High Elve you’ll be so much easier to train and so much less work to break in.”
Thalris turned up her nose in disgust and tried to back away from the man and his stinking breath as he spoke to her, but the men that had a hold of her didn’t allow her to. “Your slavers,” Thalris gasped when she processed what the man had been saying.
“Sex slavers to be exact,” the man said without shame as she glared at him. Thalris even thought the man looked proud of himself. “Oh, I know,” he added when he saw the shock on Thalris’ face at his open declaration. “Not something considered legal in this part of Alaria, is it? See, we’re just passing through. But here’s the thing, it ends up being pretty easy snagging a woman or two from each town we pass through when no one is expecting sex slavers to be working in the area. All it takes is someone willing to send desirable, profitable women out alone into a trap.”
Thalris felt ice run through her veins. There were too many things running through her mind to concentrate on any one of them. She was in danger, captured with what seemed like little hope of escape. Even if she’d had her lute the slavers were too numerous for her to take on with her meager skills. Then there was the implication she’d been sent to them. But by who? It couldn’t have been the kind Guildmaster, could it?
And then there was what these men were. Not just slavers, but SEX slavers. She knew such things existed, but she’d always thought of them as existing in far-off lands. To find them here, and operating nearly in the open, was almost too much to believe.
This was supposed to be a safe quest in a safe area. How could this happen to me? WHY is it happening to me? The potential horror of what Thalris’ near future held was too much for her to process so she sunk into denial. It’s just a bad dream, she decided. A nightmare. Something I’ll wake from soon. Let it happen to me and it will all be over soon.
“On your knees, pretty Elven fuckmeat,” the leader barked.
Thalris gave no resistance as the two men holding her forced her onto her knees. Why resist? This wasn’t really happening, it was just a bad dream.
“Pathetic,” the slavers’ leader spat out derisively as he began opening the crotch of his pants. “No fight in you, is there? Well, as pathetic as it is I suppose that just means breaking you in will be easier.”
He pulled his cock out, revealing it was already hard. He lifted it up, taking a step closer to Thalris. As he did one of the men holding her on her knees grabbed her hair and yanked her hair back, positioning her head perfectly for the slaver leader to drop his throbbing manhood onto her face.
Thalris winced as his cock landed on her pretty face with a meaty slap.Her eyes opened wide and crossed slightly as she began to process just how large the man’s member resting on her face was. Not just long, but thick too. There’d been a disturbing heft to it as it had landed so lewdly on her face. She’d not known men’s members got so heavy when hard.
Not happening, she thought as her mind revolted about this sexual discovery. Just a nightmare. Not a real cock on my face. Just a nightmare inspired by a song. I’ve sung songs about heavy meaty cocks. That’s all this is, a disturbing sex dream caused by a song I have memorized and nothing more.
Time had seemed to slow down the moment the cock had slapped onto her face. Things had come to a standstill as she took in her first cock. The shape of it. The weight on her face. The smell! Gods, the smell. It reeked. The man didn’t wash enough, but the stink of his member was more than just unwashed cock stank. There was something feminine to the stink. It reminded Thalris of how her undergarments sometimes smelt after she’d gotten worked up and turned while performing particularly raunchy songs.
He smells of being inside women, she realized. His cock stinks of pussy.
Songs ran through her head, lines about men’s members smelling like women’s cunts they’d been in. She’d KNOWN such a thing was possible yet hadn’t REALLY believed it was true. But here it was, a cunt-reeking cock resting on her face.
Except it’s not resting on my face, she thought as her mind once more tried to retreat from reality. This isn’t real. It isn’t happening. It’s just a nightmare.
One of the slavers chuckled then loudly said, “I think she’s shocked by the size of it. Not the first time we’ve seen the fresh captives react that way.”
A few of the slavers laughed and agreed. Once added, “Always heard Elven men have small pricks. Guess some Human meat is just too much for the dainty Elven beauty.”
“No,” the leader of the slavers said as he stared down at Thalris, watching the cross-eyed Elve staring at the cock running up the center of her face. “No, boys, I think it’s more than that. I know women. I know the look of cock-awe and cock-fear on their faces and in their eyes. This is…” He paused, smirking evilly. “You’ve never even seen a hard cock before, have you?”
Thalris let out a little whimper, uncrossing her eyes and looking past the dick resting on her face. She forced herself to meet the evil man’s eyes, whimpering again.
“She’s a fucking virgin,” he said, laughing with cruel glee. “Breaking her in just got a LOT more interesting,” he said happily before his eager expression fell slightly. “Although that also means we’re going to have a lot more work in store for us training her up.”
“We don’t mind, boss,” one of the slavers said. “Training the sex slaves is the best part of this job.” The others laughed and agreed.
“Well,” their leader said, eyes full of sinister glee as he met Thalris’ fear-filled gaze, “I think we better begin before we drag her to our temporary hideout in town.”
This isn’t real, Thalris thought as the man grabbed his cock by the base and started rubbing the underside from side to side across her face. Just a nightmare, not real, she thought, groaning in discomfort and disgust as the meaty, heavy, greasy shaft was dragged across her nose. She groaned again when he smeared his cock back across her nose then grunted and winced when he lifted it then slapped it into her face a few times. Not real. Not really happening. Just a nightmare.
“Open your mouth,” the man growled. “You need to start getting accustomed to the taste and feel of a cock in your mouth.”
Tell him no. Tell him you refuse. Tell him you won’t be used and degraded this way. Put up a fight! A flash of defiance spread across her face then faded as quickly as it had appeared. No point. It’s not really happening, it’s just a nightmare. Just let it happen and it will be over before long.
Thalris slowly opened her mouth, whimpering as the man shifted so his cockhead was beside her lips. “Further,” he commanded. “And stick your tongue out.” After she did this he started rubbing his dick from side to side, dragging the underside of his cockhead across her lips and tongue.
She shivered, disgusted by the feel and taste of it. The shaft was so hard and had an unexpected sponginess to it. The shape and the underside of his cockhead was something she’d known from a few bawdy songs, but to FEEL it and learn that shape for real?
Except it’s not real. Just my imagination. Just a dream.
“Open wider,” the man told her. “Stick your tongue out further. There’s a good slut,” he cooed as she did as she was told.
He pressed the underside of his cock into her tongue then slowly began sliding the rigid member into her mouth. “Close your mouth around my shaft,” he told her, groaning happily when she did. “Suck in and seal your lips around my shaft. There we go, you’re a fast learner. ALMOST wonder if you HAVE done this before. But maybe you just learned it from a dirty song like the one we heard you singing.”
The slaver was right, she’d sung enough songs about sucking cock that she had the basic knowledge of how to do it. Yet DOING it was VERY different than she’d imagined. Perhaps it was just that she was being made to do it by force, but sucking a man off was more degrading than she’d always imagined it would be. And far more humiliating. Or was it just humiliating because there was a crowd of men laughing and shouting crude, cruel jeers at her?
Except those men aren’t there. They aren’t real. This is just a nightmare. It’s NOT happening.
The repeated denial of reality was the only way Thalris could endure what was happening to her. If this was just a nightmare then she wasn’t REALLY being taught to suck this villain off in front of a jeering crowd. Wasn’t being taught how to suck cock and use her tongue to better pleasure him. Wasn’t being taught how to bob her head while sucking harder to be the one sucking him off and not just a hole for him to use. She wasn’t being told how to make the blow job noisier to increase his pleasure.
“Gods be praised,” the man grunted. “If she’s this good giving her first blow job imagine what she’s going to be like after we get done training her? We’re going to make so much fucking money from this one.”
First blow job. The three words ran through her head as she sucked the slaver off, pushing out her litany of denial. This WAS real. THIS was her first sexual experience.
Not like this, she thought, tears welling up in her eyes. Not like this. Please, not like this! This CAN’T be my first sexual experience. Except it was already happening. Even if something stopped it right now it had already happened. 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 and wishing to finally bed someone that sex could be this awful of a thing.
Yet she felt a disturbing sense of this having happened before. She clung to that feeling, letting it be proof this WAS just a nightmare after all. How could it be anything other than that when nothing like this had ever happened to her?
She’d gone blank again, able to endure what was happening because she had convinced herself none of this was real. She kept sucking the slaver leader off, offering no objection when one of the slavers behind her started pulling down her leggings. She did nothing to stop the men as they prepositioned her on all fours. The slaver leader ended up sitting on the ground, his legs spread open so she could get on all fours between them as her exposed backend was lifted into the air.
Since this was just a dream she let herself get lost in what was happening. Maybe it had started as a nightmare, but it wasn’t anymore. Since it wasn’t real she could push away the shame, horror, fear, and revulsion she’d felt at first. She’d always wanted to be a depraved pervert. Why not enjoy finally sucking a man off?
And now that her lower clothing had been pulled down to her thighs how could she not enjoy the feel of the man behind her his hard member up and down her hairless slit as he prepared to enter her? She was good and wet, she could feel it. HE could feel it. Since this was just a dream she could enjoy being taken like this, forcefully and by two men at once. Thalris could even enjoy the crowd of slavers watching her be deflowered and jeering lewdly at her as it happened.
She was performing for them. A performance lewder than the lewdest tune she’d ever performed. There was something about it that felt right.
Her “dream” seemed to confirm this when the slaver leader told her, “You’re a sex slave now. You exist to be fucked. And you’ll learn that whenever you’re being fucked you give it your all. You’re a thing now, a thing that exists to entertain and pleasure whoever owns you.”
What a wonderful dream, Thalris thought as she leaned into her debasement. She moaned around the cock she was vigorously sucking off, pressing her ass back into the man holding her slim midsection and moaning louder as she enjoyed the feel of him slamming in and out of her. It felt good, better than she’d imagined being fucked would feel. It was more brutal than she’d pictured it. More raw. More filled with wet smell messiness and grunting animal noises. The unexpected primal disgustingness of it had her hot and violently turned on.
And all those men watching her! She looked at them, sucking faster and louder. Moaning indecently as she performed for them all. She had to give her all. She was building to a crescendo of this performance, she could feel it the way she felt it when a song had the attention of the whole room. The two men using her were both close to cumming. Even if they hadn’t said as much she’d have been able to feel it. If she could finish them off at the same time the crowd would love it…
But how to ensure that happened? Was there a way to use her body like an instrument, to think of the pleasure she was bringing them like the music she’d play on her lute? She’d sung so many dirty songs. She had an encyclopedic knowledge of lewd acts, she just had to use that knowledge now to make their bodies play the music of sexual pleasure for the joy not just of the three of them but for the crowd of watchers as well.
Thalris eased up on how hard and noisily she was sucking the slaver leader off, fearing he’d cum before the man fucking her pussy could reach the full heights of his pleasure. She had to catch his pleasure up first. Snippets of dirty songs ran through her mind as she searched for a way to do it. She found the bit of knowledge in the chorus of a song that always got applause. The Elven bard started clenching her vaginal muscles, making herself tighter to help the man fucking her cunt along.
It worked. He grunted happily and slammed into her harder and faster to force himself past the added tightness. As soon as she felt him catching up to the other man in his cresting pleasure she returned to vigorously and loudly sucking the slaver leader off.
Almost there, she thought, giving her performance all she had. Make them finish at the same time. Please the crowd. Make them cheer!
When the two men grunted in near unison the crowd DID cheer! She was elated. What a wonderful dream! And now, after fulling their cocks convulsing and filling her insides from both ends with their seed, it could be over. She could wake up to find herself wet between the legs. Maybe with the sexy dream fresh in her mind she’d be aroused enough to FINALLY masturbate to completion. And maybe then she’d FINALLY find the courage to bed someone!
The men, their dicks softening, pulled out of her and let Thalris fall to the forest floor. She lay in an unmoving heap, only her chest rising and falling as she panted. Cum dribbled out of her open mouth and oozed messily from her pussy as she lay limp waiting to wake from the dream.
Except she didn’t wake up. She didn’t need to. She was ALREADY awake. Reality dawned on her. This HADN’T been a dream. It had been real.
Suddenly all the eyes on her weren’t something Thalris was enjoying. She curled up, trying to hide herself as she began to sob quietly. She reached a shaking arm to her leggings, making a feeble and mostly pointless attempt to pull them up to cover her exposed backend.
“Give her a moment to stew in it,” the slaver leader said with a heavy, tired sigh as he got up and put his pants to right. “Then drag her to the covered wagon so we can get her to town without her being seen. She was FAR better than I expected but she’s still got a lot of training to go through before we can even think about selling her.”
Thalris cried harder, accepting the true horror of her reality.
* * *
Thalris lay naked, curled up in a filthy corner where the evil men had chained her to a wall. The place was some kind of hideout the slavers maintained for their frequent journeys, a dark dingy basement only they had access to. Signs that they were prepared for far more slaves than her were present, with other shackles and chains hanging from walls and in dark corners away from the bedding and supplies the slavers were gathered around in the center of the room.
Was this the first of these dens she’d been brought to? Thalris wasn’t sure. Everything had been a blur since they’d captured her. Through a mix of physical and verbal abuse they’d kept her so beaten down she’d not managed the willpower to plan a serious escape attempt.
She barely had a sense of where they were. Not in Midgate, the town where the Guildhall she’d been living in was. They’d returned to Midgate, depositing her in their hideout for only a night before moving on and traveling to wherever they were now, unless there’d been another city or town they’d stopped in before this one. She really couldn’t remember.
Thalris didn’t even know how long it had been since her capture. Had it been two days? Three? A week? It was so hard to tell. During the day while they traveled she was kept bound, gagged, and blindfolded in the back of a covered wagon. To anyone inspecting it the thing would look like it was packed heavily with large boxes full of goods, presenting the illusion the slavers were just disreputable-looking traders.
Some of the boxes DID have goods, but mostly as a cover in case someone inspected the cart. Most of the boxes were like the one she was locked inside while they journeyed. It was empty, sized just large enough for a grown woman with just enough air holes to make being secretly transported “safe” for the “living merchandise”.
Living merchandise. Those two horrible words were always running through Thalris’ mind now. It was how the slavers referred to her. She was certain they found reasons to use the words on purpose, they’d nearly told her as much. It was part of her training. They were dehumanizing her. Breaking her down. Emptying her so she could be more easily and better filled with training.
“Trained for what?” she’d asked early on.
“Dumb Elven slut still doesn’t get she’s a sex slave now, does she?” one of the men had said with a cruel laugh. He’d then walked up to her and kicked her in the gut, patiently waiting till the pain had passed. Once she looked up at him with tears in her eyes he told her, “You’re not a person anymore.” He went on with a calm, evil tone to his voice. “You’re property now, property that needs to be broken and trained so you can be sold for a large profit at the auction.”
It was the first but far from the last time she’d heard her captors talking about “the auction”. Where it was and how long or far they’d need to journey to reach it were all mysteries to her. All she knew for certain was their journey would end at the auction and she, along with any other sex slaves they picked up along the way, would be auctioned off there.
The journey won’t be a short one, she’d thought one of the mornings they’d been packing her in the horrible box she’d spend the day in. I know they only ever pick up one or maybe two women at each village, town, or city they pass through. I’ve overheard them talking about how more than that risks drawing too much attention, and how they make sure their ‘acquisition’ route is long so any disappearances that are noticed won’t be connected.
I’ve seen when they pack me in here that there are at least three other person-sized boxes, and that’s just in this cart. And someone said they had more of these carts waiting at future hideouts for when they pick up even MORE new slaves.
Her mind drifted through the fractured memories of what had happened to her since being captured. The long days hidden in the claustrophobic box with nothing but the dark and her fears to keep her company were a foggy blur. Only the first day they’d made camp was something she could remember even a little clearly.
She’d hoped the respite from their abuse would help her recenter and find the strength to try an escape after they let her out. It had done the exact opposite. The trauma of being dehumanized so thoroughly by being turned into nothing more than living merchandise along with the sensory deprivation of being bound, gagged, and locked in the dark box had ensured that by the time she was removed the Elve was more terrified than she had been when they’d locked her in it for the day.
The nights after they removed her from the traveling box were just as much of a blur as the days in the box were but in a different way. On first being released she was allowed to relieve herself and then given a meager, bland meal along with water. The men ensured even that was not something she could enjoy. They jeered at her, watching her go to the bathroom and shouting lewd things. While she ate they would remind her she was just “living merchandise” and they were only wasting money to keep her fed so she could be sold.
After that the night’s torments would begin. They’d take the blindfold and gag off when she was removed from the traveling box, but only some of the ropes keeping her bound. She’d be tied to a tree or post in the ground after that and would spend the night being sexually used as the men pleased, with the men only rarely giving her any kind of instruction that could be viewed as “training”. It seemed that for now she was being used simply as entertainment.
At least they hadn’t been too rough with her. They’d told her that would only happen if she tried to struggle or fight. Yet even letting them do what they wanted seemed to not make things any easier. They might not be beating her but they were cruel, constantly “reminding” her she wasn’t a person anymore. “You’re living merchandise now. Just property, nothing more.”
Thalris responded to the terrible nights the way she had when they’d first captured her. She’d slip away from the world, convincing herself this was all a dream. A dirty dream, one where she was just performing. She’d not just let them do what they wanted, she’d become a “willing” piece of living merchandise, eager to please. The humiliating sexual encounters would become performances in her mind, the pleasure and degradation just the sound of the instrument that was her body.
The coping mechanism always worked, at least until it didn’t. There would always be a moment, often right as whatever man was using her came, that the illusion would be shattered. Thalris would suddenly realize it WASN’T a dream and with the safety of the illusion pulled out from under her she’d be left even more traumatized than if she’d not have retreated into that mental safe space of denial.
As she lay hunched in the corner she could feel things were about to change. The men had been muttering more quietly, more aware of her listening to them causing them to make an effort not to be overheard. She’d still managed to pick up a few phrases here and there.
“Time to start training her,” someone had said.
“Need to break her first,” another had added.
“You gonna start it, Strood?”
The man Thalris knew was the leader of the slavers nodded. “Aye, boys, I’m the one that ALWAYS gets to start it. But don’t worry, she’ll need plenty of training and it won’t be long before we’ve picked up more that will probably need even MORE training. There will be plenty of work for you ALL to do!”
He peeled away from the other slavers and strode menacingly towards Thalris. Training time, Elve,” Strood told Thalris as he stepped up to her, pleased she’d been watching and listening so closely.
The Elve whimpered and tried to pull further back against the wall. “Please,” she whined pathetically. “You don’t have to do this. You can let me go. I know we’ve moved on to another town. You can just let me go when you move on to the next place and I won’t even be able to—”
“Shut up, you dumb Elven cunt,” Strood growled, backhanding Thalris hard enough to send her head slamming into the wall behind her. The blow left her stunned and unable to try and prevent the man from grabbing her by the hair to yank her away from the illusionary safety of the wall.
“I don’t like hitting women,” he told her, voice low and full of menace. “You’re not going to make me hit you again, are you?”
“No,” Thalris whimpered. She was shaking and felt sick at how pathetic she was. Was it really just days ago she’d thought of herself as a brave Adventurer looking to face ferocious monsters?
“Good,” Strood said. “I don’t like having to harm the living merchandise, and I like having to waste healing potions on them even less.”
He let go of her hair and knelt by her, pulling a key out of his pocket as he did. “If I unlock you you’re not going to do something foolish like attack me or try and escape?” He looked over his shoulder at the group of slavers chatting, a few of them grinning evilly as they watched their leader. “That wouldn’t go well,” he said in a low, threatening voice when he turned back to Thalris.
“I’ll be good,” Thalris told him, struggling to keep the fear from her voice.
“Alright then,” Strood said as he unlocked the manacle keeping her chained to the wall. “Time for some training, thing,” he snapped as he rose to his feet. When Thalris went to follow him he flashed a look of stern warning at her. “No,” he told her firmly, “YOU don’t stand. People stand. You’re property. A thing, not a person. You’ve got to internalize that before you earn the privilege of standing without being commanded. You crawl,” he told her.
Strood then led Thalris across the room, snapping and barking abuse to make sure the Elve crawled after him like a whimpering, abused dog. They went to a bed where Strood stripped.
Once he was naked he sat on the edge of the bed. “We gotta train that mouth up real good,” he began. “Come auction time men are going to want a sample and a good blow job is a great way to show what high-quality merchandise you are without having to let someone get a free fuck of pussy.” He leaned back slightly, putting a hand on the bed behind him to support himself. “Now get sucking,” he told Thalris, nodding to his manhood.
She crawled between his legs and got up on her knees. His manhood swelled in anticipation. She grabbed it, hand shaking with revulsion. She leaned closer, wanting to gag on the smell of it. Rank and unwashed, multiple vile odors mingled into a foul mélange that she knew included the smell of her own pussy.
It’s not real, she told herself as she leaned closer and opened her mouth. Just a nightmare. Or is it? It doesn’t have to be, she told herself as she opened wider and took his semi-rigid member into her mouth. It could be a delightful erotic dream instead of a nightmare. If it’s just an erotic dream then being trained to be a sex slave could be a wonderful thing. A thing that I enjoy. That arouses me. That I revel in. What I’m being made to do is just a performance! My mouth is my instrument and his cock is the thing I’m playing.
“You’re not terrible,” Strood told Thalris as she sunk deeper into her dissociative state, losing herself in her “performance”. “But it’s clear you’re inexperienced. Oh, you’ve got impressive natural talent. A DEEP cock-lust you probably didn’t even know dwelled in you.”
Strood moaned, leaning his head back for a moment to enjoy what the Elve was doing with her mouth. “Yes, a passion for dick that truly comes out once you get going.” He let out a sigh that was part satisfaction and part frustration. “But you lack the skill that comes from practice,” he told Thalris. “So we’re going to change that.”
The slaver started stroking Thalris’ hair, holding her head slightly as he did and helping direct the bobbing of her head. “Seal your lips tighter,” he told her. “Suck in more when you’re pulling up my shaft. Use your tongue to tease me, and when taking me deeper press it against the underside to massage my member and better rub the head against the roof of your mouth.”
Strood adjusted her head, making Thalris look up at him. “Eye contact,” he told her. “Learn to read the man you’re pleasing. Always keep eye contact while sucking him off unless he shows or tells you he doesn’t want it. Read his desires. If he wants you to hate that you’re being made to suck him off let him see revulsion and misery in your eyes.
“If he wants to be convinced that being allowed to suck him off is a boon that brings you delight then look as though you’re in love with his member and that the feel and taste of it in your mouth makes your Elven cunt gush. Learn to act so convincingly it becomes true. Sink into the joy of being used till it DOES make you gush.”
Yes, Thalris thought as a rush of arousal overtook her. It ran deep to her core and left her womanhood gushing. I shall practice and learn to perform like no one ever has. My body will be a sexual instrument that will put on performances that will change men’s lives.
How could I have thought this wonderful dream was a nightmare? This is the most amazing fantasy my mind has ever created. I almost wish it wasn’t just a dream, that it was really happening…
Strood had been running his fingers through her hair as he directed her head. Now his fingers went to Thalris’ long Elven ears. He stroked them, making a happy sound of delight as he traced the long length of them.
Thalris cooed back, the gentle touch catching her by surprise. She’d never had a man touch her that way on her ears. They were an erogenous zone for Elves, as sexually sensitive as her nipples in some respects.
“Such long ears,” Strood said, his voice a contemplative moan as Thalris kept sucking him off. “Nearly long enough to run from the base of my palm to the end of a finger. That means your Elven blood is strong, yes?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. “That means you’ll live a long time, FAR longer than me or any other Human. Your life could last whole generations of Humans. Why, you might look barely aged several generations from now.” The man fell silent, moaning happily and enjoying the wet slurping sounds of the Elve sucking him off while thinking over what he’d just said.
“If it’s a Human who buys you, or a member of some other race who lives about as long, you’ll easily outlive them,” he told Thalris. “If that owner has children you might end up being passed down to them. Imagine that! A sex slave passed from one father to son and on and on. You’d be like a family heirloom! A living sex toy whose sexual skills, and thus value, will improve with age.”
Thalris fell deeper into the illusion that this was all a delightful wet dream. She imagined what the life the slaver was proposing would be like. Such performances she’d give! A family of Human patrons, supporting her from one generation to another. She’d get to learn their sexual likes from generation to generation, perfecting her art through multiple lives of Human men. She’d be just as the man said, a valued family heirloom!
“Gods be praised, woman,” Strood grunted. “Are you seriously getting turned on by the thought of such a fate? What a shameful, pathetic piece of fuckmeat you are,” he added cruelly before grunting deeper.
Thalris felt his cock quiver then pulse in her mouth. Her heart swelled. A man cumming in her was like applause! It meant her performance had been well received. What a joy!
“Swallow it,” Strood growled as he came. “It will help you internalize you’re a thing now. Property. Just a place for your future owner to put his cum.”
And just like that the safety of the illusion she’d sunk in was ripped away. She wasn’t a sexual performer and it hadn’t been a wet dream. It was real. It was horrifying. And there would be no escape.
As soon as the evil slaver pulled his softening member out of her mouth Thalris collapsed to the ground, curling up into a small ball and beginning to sob as she swallowed the man’s nasty-tasting cum. She sobbed harder when she felt the stuff clinging nastily to her throat, a lingering reminder that she wasn’t a Bard anymore. She was just a thing, just a place for men to put their cum.
Strood let out a long, satisfied sigh. “I need some sleep,” he said, drowsy with post-orgasmic haze. “And I can’t be bothered to take you back to your corner.” The man bent down, reaching under the bed. He pulled out a leather collar attached by a chain to the bed. “We’ll just put this on you and lock it in place to ensure you can’t cause any trouble,” he told Thalris. “And you can sleep there on the floor like a dog.”
He didn’t even give her a blanket. Thalris lay, curled up to hide from the world and shivering as she sobbed herself to sleep.
* * *
The next day Thalris was bound, gagged, and blindfolded before being carried out of the slavers’ hideout and packed in a traveling box to secret her away as they moved on to wherever their next destination was. Once the slavers’ false merchant caravan was on its way the day of travel passed much like all the others had, with Thalris locked away with only her thoughts, fears, and shames.
She had decided that hiding her in the traveling box was about more than just hiding her as they made their journey to the auction she’d eventually be sold at. It was another form of training. A way to make her internalize that she wasn’t a person anymore. She was living merchandise, nothing more. Property. A thing. A place for her future owner to put his cum.
As those thoughts haunted Thalris she remained barely aware of a world outside her traveling box. It barely existed for her, only the bumping motion of the cart and the distant, muffled voices of the slavers provided any sign that the world continued to exist while she was packed away like the living merchandise she was.
Then everything changed. The cart suddenly stopped and Thalris heard shouting. Fierce angry voices, but not any of the slavers. Thalris listened, cursing that she was only able to make out every few words.
Slowly she was able to piece together what was happening outside. A group of Adventurers had stopped the caravan and were accusing the slavers of being a group of bandits they’d been hired to “deal with”. Thalris’ heart swelled. Was it possible that she was about to be saved? She tried not to hope, but the hope was impossible to hold back.
When the sounds of a battle broke out her hopes swelled further. A whole party of Adventurers sent to take down a group of bandits should be able to make easy work of these slavers, shouldn’t they? Of course they should! They’d captured her easily enough, but only because they’d taken her by surprise and had overwhelming numbers. But even a small party of mid-level Adventurers would be able to make easy work of THESE evil bastards.
At one point she thought she heard Strood, the slavers’ leader, bellowing in rage. “You killed him!” The words were clear. The Adventurers were winning!
The sound of battle grew more intense. There were more screams, a few of which sounded like ones let out before someone met their final demise. There was also the sound of magic, something she took as a sign that the Adventurers weren’t holding back.
The Adventurers are winning, Thalris thought. They are going to kill the slavers and find me. I’ll be freed from this horrible fate! She started to cry, unable to imagine how she’d handle going back to her old life after this ordeal. But she’d find a way to go on, preferably a way that kept her FAR away from this kind of danger.
Her swelling hope faltered when she heard a pained scream that had clearly come from a woman. Then more screaming, including more from at least one, if not two different women. When a short time later the cart started moving Thalris felt the hope that had been swelling up in her deflate. The Adventurers had lost. Chased off or worse, and now the slavers were continuing on their way. It was the only thing that made sense to Thalris.
She didn’t rage. She didn’t cry. She simply went blank and wallowed in despair.
* * *
When the cart next stopped Thalris assumed they’d reached their destination. Undoubtedly another seedy hideout where she’d be chained and further trained. She wondered if they’d stay here more than one night. They’d said some of their stopovers would last longer than others as they went about the work of “acquiring” new “merchandise”.
At least she’d get unpacked soon. She was looking forward to being released from the claustrophobic box. Being inside it had gotten so much worse after having her hope of being saved pulled out from under her. She longed to be somewhere, anywhere else. Even the prospect of sleeping like an animal on the floor with no blanket felt like something to look forward to.
The passage of time was always hard to tell while in her traveling box, so she was uncertain at first if they were taking longer than normal to remove her. But as time ticked uncertainly on she was left convinced she’d never waited this long to be removed. Was there a reason they couldn’t take her out? Was she in danger of being discovered by someone who could free her? What would they do then? Would they make her stay in the box overnight?
Finally the box was opened and she was lifted out of it. If she hadn’t been gagged she’d have thanked the man. As it was she almost broke into tears at knowing she wouldn’t have to spend the night in the box after fearing that would be her fate.
“Open the door so I can get the merchandise in and quickly out of sight,” the man carrying her grumbled. “After you help me get her all the way down to the main room you get back outside with the others and stand guard. Boss wants us being a lot more careful after what happened today.”
“Fucking cunts,” the man he was talking to growled. The anger in his voice startled Thalris, then when he went on its cold intensity disturbed her. “Being made into merchandise is too good for them. Hope the boss is going to make ‘em suffer first. Bert and Charles, gone because of them and the rest of their party. ‘Deal with us’? Ha! Well, we ‘dealt’ with them. But we kept those two cunts and now they’ll pay for what them and their friends did.”
Thalris’ blood ran ice cold as she realized the man was talking about the Adventurers. The one carrying her told the other, “You’ll get a turn to get some revenge, don’t you worry. But guard duty first.”
He carried her down stairs, stopping so the other man could open a door. Then they went through another door and down more stairs. As they descended the second flight of stairs Thalris was certain they had reached the slavers’ hideout because of the sounds she could hear. Angry, mean shouting. Cruel laughter. A woman’s voice, angry and interrupted with grunts and barks of pain.
Just a dream, Thalris thought, not wanting to find out what was happening in the room she was being brought to. A nightmare. Just a fear-filled nightmare about the worst things that can happen to a female Adventurer. She did everything she could to sink deeper into the delusion when she was brought into the room and able to hear what was happening more clearly.
“You fucking bastards,” a woman snarled, grunting a moment later. “I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill each and every one of you.”
Men laughed. There was the sound of a hand slapping flesh, followed by the angry woman grunting in pain. Thalris heard the sounds of another woman gagging on something. She was still blindfolded but her mind started painting a picture of the nightmare she was trapped in. Two female adventurers, one bent over and being fucked from behind while another was having her face fucked.
Thalris was set down on her feet and told to stand where she was. A moment later her blindfold was removed. “Look at them,” Strood whispered into her ear as he grabbed the Elve’s head and forced her to look at what was happening in the center of the room. “Look what is happening and be glad your acquisition wasn’t nearly as rough.”
It’s okay to look, Thalris told herself. This isn’t real, it’s just a nightmare.
She stared at what was happening to the two remaining Adventurers. One was clearly a Fighter. She was face down on a low table, a few of the slavers holding her there. were keeping her arms held tight and her upper torso pinned to the table. A slaver stood behind her, her ass pulled up and her leather armor cut open so her backend was exposed. The man was fucking her, slapping the fierce dark-haired Human’s perky ass whenever the woman snarled another threat.
Kneeling on the ground beside her was another woman, a striking Human with silver-white hair. Thalris thought maybe she was a Battlemage by the way she was dressed. Her body was pressed against the side of the table, her head forced back to rest against the Human Fighter’s ass. A man had hold of her hair and was fucking her face, just as Thalris had imagined.
But something was wrong with the woman. Unlike the one on the table she wasn’t resisting. She was barely even gagging as the man forced his cock balls deep into her over and over again. Her eyes were strange, either rolled up into her head or turned pupilless. Thalris knew there were spells that did that, terrible spells that affected the mind.
“I want you to watch,” Strood said, voice low and full of menace. “Make sure you understand no one is going to save you and that anyone who tries will pay. Their party tried to ‘deal with us’. You understand? And they almost did. Two of my men, gone. Well, we ‘dealt with’ the rest of their party after that, but we took these two with us. Maybe they’ll eventually be turned into merchandise, but that’s not what’s going on right now. Now we’re just taking out our anger on them.”
Thalris stared at the two women, telling herself over and over again this was just a nightmare. And since it was why not try to explore it, to understand this terrible dream world her mind was creating for her?
She made a sound to imply she wanted her gag taken out. When Strood took it out she asked, “What happened to the Battlemage? What’s wrong with her?” She focused on the striking white-haired woman, not wanting to look at the Fighter. Even as a nightmare seeing her struggle and snarl threats Thalris knew she’d never be able to carry out was too much for her.
“Ah, that,” Strood began. “Brain got a little fried in the battle. We may not look like it but we’ve got a few magic users in our gang. After what happened to Bert and Charles things got a little… intense. A stunning spell hit her just as something she was casting got countered. The mix of magic was volatile and now she’s…” He trailed off. “Well, you can see.”
Thalris stared at the woman. Drool was pouring out of her mouth like a leaky faucet, her eyes blank as she barely gagged in response to the man making use of her mouth.
“When will she get better?” Thalris asked. If this hadn’t been just a nightmare she’d never have been brave enough to ask the question, fearing the answer she’d be given. But it WAS just a dream, so what did the answer matter?
“No idea,” Strood told Thalris. “Maybe she’ll stay like that forever. She’ll become an actual piece of fuckmeat and nothing more. It happens sometimes, and there’s a market for that although they never get anywhere near as much money as Elven fuckmeat like you gets.”
“Honestly,” he said after a pause, “it’s a little disappointing. My boys are angry and want to make her suffer. Can tell she’s not, there aren’t any lights on in there as far as we can see right now. Still, if she stays like that might be nice for the rest of the journey. Some of my boys, they ain’t the best at training. And the deeper the training gets the less those ones get to touch the merchandise. Be a good thing to have a warm set of wet holes to act as their cum toilet while we make our way to the auction.”
He raised his voice, calling to the others suddenly. “Alright, enough of that,” he barked. “We’re angry. We’re scum. But we’re not monsters. You want to keep fuck-punishing the nasty cunt? Use some of the pleasure oil.”
“No,” the woman snarled, thrashing about with renewed but pointless vigor. “Don’t come anywhere near me with that!”
Since it was just a nightmare Thalris was almost able to enjoy the erotic terror of what was about to happen. Pleasure oil was a rare, expensive thing but it made sense the sex slavers would have some. Although there were many different kinds that had slightly different effects anything called “pleasure oil” served the main function of heightening a woman’s sexual pleasure, making whatever part of her body it was massaged onto or into more sensitive to any kind of stimulation. When misused the fiendish stuff could lead to overwhelming, even dangerous amounts of forced pleasure even from the gentlest of touches.
“There you go,” Strood said with an evil laugh. “Poor plenty on her cunt. Good, finger it into the bitch. We want her insides good and oiled up. Lube that cunt up good and make sure she enjoys what we’re doing to her.”
Thalris was amazed her mind could come up with something so depraved and evil even in a nightmare. The pleasure oil would ensure the woman enjoyed what the men did to her. Even as she thrashed about and struggled, snarling and growling threats, Thalris could see the oil starting to affect her.
When the man behind her slid himself back into her all the fight went out of the woman. She went limp, moaning and shuddering in pleasure.
“Damn,” Strood said with a cruel laugh, “came as soon as you put it in her! Maybe you used too much. Then again, perhaps making her suffer through enough forced orgasms to leave her as mind broken as her friend might be just what the cunt needs!”
* * *
Time had passed but Thalris had no idea how much. Why should she? Time only mattered to people and she wasn’t people anymore. She was property now, just a thing that did what it was told when it was told. When she was in her traveling box she was just a shelved thing waiting till it was time to be used again. When she was removed it was time to be a thing that served and performed.
The nightmare she’d been living had turned into a dream of ecstatic, indulgent sexual joy and THAT had turned into a wonderful reality Thalris had fully embraced. There was even joy in the degradation and humiliation she was often made to endure. It was all worth it for if she did good she got to perform while the men who owned her trained her so she could become more valuable merchandise.
Enough time had passed for the sex slavers to pick up several more women. Who they were and how they were being trained wasn’t something Thalris had paid any attention to. When outside of her traveling box and not being actively trained she’d been given duties to carry out that filled all of her time.
The two captive Adventurers, now as much property as she was, were where her focus was kept anytime she wasn’t sleeping or being trained by the leader of the slavers. The defiant Adventurer was now like the other, her mind broken and as unresponsive as her former compatriot.
By the time Thalris was removed from her traveling box and brought into whatever temporary hideout they were stopped in the two women would already “set up”. The first time she’d been shown to their “station” Strood had explained. “They are things now too,” he’d told Thalris. “You, you’re still a woman in a way, but not them. That’s an important distinction with their minds as they are right now. You can’t think of them as things AND women, they’re JUST things. They’re literally just fuckmeat at this point. We’ll be keeping them tied to bed like this, drooling with their legs spread so my boys can use them as cum toilets any time they need to drain their balls.”
Thalris had nodded in understanding. As they’d picked up more women to turn into sex slaves she’d seen the training had grown more intensive. It wasn’t just fucking the women into submission, it wasn’t even always sexual. And sometimes, after training that didn’t require the slavers to fuck the women, the men needed relief.
There was also the fact that not all the slavers helped with the training, some were just muscle. Those men needed relief more than the others as seeing their fellow slavers getting to sexually train women all day left them excited and often frustrated. With the two “cum toilets” they could get the relief they needed anytime, something that seemed to go a long way towards keeping the slavers’ moral up.
Strood confirmed that was important. “Keeps the boys happy and leaves the valuable merchandise more time to be trained up. Some of the merchandise is fancy and needs to be treated a bit better. Them grunts that guard us, they can get a bit rough, know what I mean?”
Thalris nodded. She’d seen what he meant. She’d FELT what he meant. It had bothered her at first but she’d started to look at those sexual encounters as just performances that were more challenging than the others.
“But look at the fuckmeat,” Strood had gone on. “Been barely set up an hour and they’re already a mess.”
“I see,” Thalris told him. The living cum toilets were covered in sexual fluids. It mostly leaked from their fuck holes, but plenty had been sprayed and splattered across their naked bodies along with their faces.
“Been having a couple of the boys wash ‘em off before we pack up and head out, but I’ve decided they deserve better. They deserve CLEAN cum toilets. And with us getting more and more merchandise I just can’t spend as much time focusing on you. So when I’m not training you up you’ll be given the job of keeping these cum toilets clean.”
He grabbed Thalris by the hair and yanked her to the bed one of the Adventurers was tied to. “Clean it,” he commanded, shoving her onto the limp, mess-covered woman. “But you can only use your mouth,” he continued with a cruel, satisfied sneer. “Start with this one. Lick it clean. Start at its face then work your way down to its pussy. That will need extra work, you’ll have to get your tongue deep in its cunt to try and lap as much cum out of it as you can.”
Strood crossed his arms and said, “Well? Get to it! I’ll watch you clean this one off to make sure you’re doing right.”
When Thalris started licking the cum toilet’s face clean Strood nodded. “Good but remember to always be performing for the men around you. Clean the cum toilet sexily as if someone is watching. Even if no man is watching you a good sex slave should always be acting like they are being watched.”
After Thalris worked her way to the cum toilet’s pussy Strood clicked his tongue in disapproval. “No, no, no. Not like that. Maybe if this was your ONLY job that would be good enough, but you’re merchandise that still needs plenty of training. Use this as a chance to practice and refine your skill eating pussy. There’s a small chance a woman will purchase you. Even if one doesn’t most men like to see two women going at it. Eating pussy is a good skill for a sex slave to have.”
Stop after stop Thalris did her job, licking and sucking each of the cum toilets clean after a man used them for relief. Soon she wasn’t looking at it as a chore she’d been given to fill time, she was looking at it as just another performance. It was a chance to perfect her erotic skills, to perform lewdly for any man who might be watching her, and to practice eating pussy.
She’d gotten so into it that now while going down on the cum toilets to clean their pussies out she always ended up moaning in delight and playing with herself. Often she’d get so into it she’d keep going till she either got herself off or was pulled away from the cum toilet so one of the slavers could drain a fresh load of cum into it.
It was a wonderful life she was living now, but she knew this was just the beginning. She had no idea how much time was left before they reached the auction. Till then there would be more training. More time to refine her erotic skills and perfect her sexual performances. It was all just a warmup. The auction was what she was being prepared for. She was property and only after she was sold would her REAL life begin.
* * *
Once more Thalris found herself unsure how much time had passed. How long had it been since she’d been given the job of keeping clean the captive and broken Adventurers that had become the groups cum toilets? Certainly more than days. Weeks? At least. Months? It was possible. However much time had passed it had been enough for her life as a piece of living merchandise to change drastically.
Her training continued as she was further refined for sale at the auction, but sometimes she wondered if the training was still needed. She seemed more than skilled enough and sometimes wondered if “training” her was just an excuse for the slavers, especially Strood, to have as much fun with her as they could before they had to sell her.
She was still set to cleaning the cum toilets, especially when in the slaver’s temporary hideout each night while they were busy training newer slaves. But more and more she found herself being given jobs that ALMOST felt like something a person, and not living merchandise, would be given. There were times where she lived the illusion she was the woman she once was, free and with agency. Sometimes she even felt like she was one of the slavers, not one of their victims.
Part of her, the part that was well trained and understood she had always been destined to be living merchandise, was deeply unsettled by these times she was given the illusion of agency being put to work like she was a person. But that part of herself was easily put at ease. Thalris explained to it that she wasn’t REALLY a person, she was just pretending to be one. Acting like a person, and not a thing, was just another performance.
It wasn’t a performance she put on for the sake of her owners. No, the slavers knew what she was. The performance was for the outsiders, people who needed to be tricked into not seeing that she and the slavers were what they were. The people she had to interact with during these kinds of jobs couldn’t be allowed to see that she saw herself as living merchandise. It would put their guard up, ruining a raid to grab new merchandise.
If she was going to be put to use helping capture more slaves she had to be able to put them at ease. It was just another excuse to perform. Make the future living merchandise think she thought of herself as a person. Show off her skills as a performer. Then help them meet their ultimate potential of becoming living merchandise as well. It was nearly as fulfilling as helping men cum!
Currently the slavers had been traveling through a region that had been properly reclaimed from the wilds. Only a few generations of Humans ago this land had been a wild forest full of monsters and ancient ruins. Now the forest had been nearly stripped from the land, the small patches that remained tamed and peaceful. In place of the wilds were soft rolling hills covered in farmland that grew crops and bred livestock to feed the nearby towns that were in the process of growing into sprawling cities.
“Those cities are getting too big for the likes of us,” Strood had explained to Thalris when she’d asked if they’d pass through them to pick up new living merchandise. “Too much civilization and law. It’s the kind of place that rough men like us stick out. A place where criminals have to be a bit more refined to operate safely. Too much law, too many righteous people eager to uphold that law. Maybe in a few generations they’ll be so big and rotted with poor, unhoused, and corruption men like us could act safely, but I won’t see it in my lifetime. The cities are just too new and full of hope.”
Thalris was sitting next to him in the carriage, no longer banished to the crate while they traveled during the day. The Common Elve Bard now spent her time traveling entertaining the slavers with her bawdy tunes, the presence of a woman with the party helping them blend in more as they passed suspicious eyes.
Strood had waved to the farmland sprawling out in every direction around them. “But the law out here, in the space between those growing cities, is light on the ground. Why wouldn’t it be? These are tamed lands! Monsters are a thing of the past now. They’ve been driven from the lands, and all the ancient tombs and ruins where they often spawned were long ago cleared by Adventurers. The cities in this region are becoming city states or connected kingdoms with troops of armed forces to keep the peace. The roads we travel here won’t have bands of bandits waiting in wait. It’s a peaceful place.”
He grinned at her. “And that’s where our job is easiest. If no one expects fiends like us, especially in a ‘civilized’ land where slavery was never allowed, we pass unnoticed as long as we don’t linger anywhere too long or take more than one or two new pieces of living merchandise from the area before moving on.”
Once more he waved out at the farmland. “You know who lives out in these semi-secluded farms? Hardy farmers and their doe-eyed, naïve daughters. The scouts are already out ahead, spying out the ripest, juiciest fruits for the picking. Sexy, fertile young women who deserve and are worth so much more than a life tilling fields and milking cows. There are bound to be beauties better made to have THEIR fertile fields tilled by cock and their plump teats milked by men.”
Just then one of the scouts rode up on his horse, turning the steed so he could tread beside where Strood sat on the carriage. “Found the perfect candidate, boss,” he said with an evil grin. “Plump young farm girl that’s a bit too slutty and FAR too trusting for her own good. And she’s off on her own, living in a little secluded hut away from her family’s farm. We could nab her easy.”
Strood nodded then glanced at Thalris. “COULD nab her, but easy as it might seem doing so might draw unwanted attention. We know these slutty farm girls well. They get pretty loud when you try to take what they normally are eager to give away for free. And some of them are more fierce than they seem…” He trailed off, looking at Thalris again.
“No reason to nab the plump slut, not when we have a tool at our disposal that can subdue her in a much more peaceful manner. You’ll lead the way and when we’re close you’ll deliver the Bard so she can work her magic on the girl before the rest of us arrive in force. Goes smoother that way and gives us a chance to test out the new merchandise to make sure it’s worth taking. We’re getting close to the full up on merchandise and it won’t be long before our journey comes to an end as we reach the auction.”
“Sure, boss,” the scout said before riding ahead of the carriage then falling back to ride on the side Thalris was sitting on. “Hop on,” he said, scooting up on his saddle and patting behind him.
Thalris had been absentmindedly strumming her lute as she listened to the conversation. She slung it on her back with the strap attached to it then looked to Strood for permission. When he gave it she leaped with easy grace onto the back of the horse. It was far from the first time she’d done this. She knew what to do and was eager for the performance ahead.
Before the scout rode ahead to lead the way Strood asked a few questions about where the target was located. It seemed the perfect location, a small cabin just inside a little forest. “Looked like maybe it was a homestead when this area was first settled. There’s a larger, newer farm and house big enough for a small village to be living in it not far from it. Looks like maybe the pretty young thing has chosen to live there to get a little space from the rest of the family, which I assume is quite large because of their race.”
Strood raised an eyebrow at that. “And what race is the slutty young farm girl we’re heading to potentially acquire?”
The scout grinned wide. “She’s a Bunordaen! A pleasingly plump, big-titted, horny little bunny girl. Juicy, fertile fruit ready for plucking. And with the way them Bunordaens breed, and how she’s living away from the rest of the family, figure it might be some time before they notice one slut amongst a small herd is missing.”
Judging by the glint in Strood’s eye Thalris thought there was little chance Strood would decide the target wasn’t one they’d be keeping.
“Ain’t got a Bunordaen in our collection yet,” he said as he happily stroked his stubble-covered chin. “Horny little sluts are always easy to train. But it’s not even about that,” he said, distant and deep in thought. “They’ll be men at the auction from distant lands where slavery is fully legal and deeply ingrained in their society, but where Bunordaens are rare. We point out how fertile they are and we’ll be likely to have a bidding war on our hands!”
He met Thalris’ eyes. “No chances with this one,” he told her. “We should be gentler than normal. We want the Bunordaen in pristine condition. And you’ll need to get this on her before we arrive to ‘test’ her out,” he said, reaching into his pocket then throwing something to her.
Thalris caught it and saw it was a necklace with a fertility ward hanging from it. She looked back at Strood, waiting for an explanation.
“Most of her worth will be her breeding potential, and them Bunordaens are DANGEROUSLY fertile. We’ll want to ensure her womb is empty when we arrive at the auction. Even if the Bunordaen slut doesn’t need much training with how delightful their furry cunnies are, we’ll barely be able to keep our cocks out of it. Trust me, the slut will need it.”
“I’ll get it on her as soon as she’s under my spell,” Thalris promised him.
“Good girl,” Strood told Thalris as he gave her proud smile. “You might be the greatest success I’ve ever had. I’m almost tempted not to sell you, but with as much money as you’ll fetch I’d be insane not to. With your race, skills, and willing servitude as a piece of living merchandise you’ll fetch us more than a hundred Bunordaen sluts. Fuck, there’s a chance we all retire like kings after this auction with the money we make on you alone.”
He waved the way ahead. “Enough praise. Go prove I’m right about you.”
Thalris flashed an eager smile that had a hint of the evil the slavers’ smiles often displayed. “I’ll give a perfect permanence and by nightfall you’ll have another piece of living merchandise ready to begin its training,” she declared.
* * *
Thalris danced and sang with such lazy ease anyone who might have seen her would have been convinced she was just a traveling Bard, enjoying her journey from one point to another. She appeared to be aimlessly wandering and singing only for her own sake.
It was all just a performance, one covering up the subtle magic her music was creating. Her playful, lazy dancing and bawdy tune distracted from the faint, barely visible magical notes floating away from her lute. At night the slight glow to the notes would have made them stand out, but in daylight even one who knew they were there would have a hard time seeing them.
It was masterful magic beyond anything she’d ever accomplished in her life BEFORE she was a thing. A subtle but potent spell to draw nearby people to her and leave them at ease with their guard down, all infused with complicated magical undertones ensuring it only affect young female Bunordaens.
In the time before she almost certainly wouldn’t have been able to cast the spell, and even if she’d managed it there would have been no chance she could have targeted it to a specific gender, age, or race. But now? Now it seemed easy. Something had been unlocked in her, her true magical potential unleashed along with her acceptance of what being a woman that was JUST a thing meant.
As she sang and danced and sent beautiful, lyrical and magical music into the world Thalris felt more her true self than she’d ever felt before. Knowing those unleashed talents were being put helping another woman find their true potential? It filled her insides with so much joy she felt she might lift off and ascend to the heavens!
The small road Thalris was following ran through a patch of forest that had been left behind as the wilds in this area had been cut back and turned into farmland. Strood had thought the little forest had most likely been kept as a semi-artificial game reserve, or perhaps one of the families that had homesteaded and now owned this land had simply liked it.
What mattered was the small home the slutty Bunordaen farm girl they were after was just ahead. The little home in the little forest just a little away from prying eyes that would complicate things. Secluded, but not SO secluded a traveling Bard passing by would be suspicious. And thanks to Thalris’ Bardic song she was confident when she came singing and dancing around the corner the Bunordaen farm girl would be there.
The spell had worked. As soon as Thalris came around the corner she saw the Bunordaen sitting on a fence running between the road and the little clearing cut into the forest just large enough for a simple one-room cabin and a small garden-like farm beside it.
Short rows of vegetables filled the garden, with a few of the rows looking as though their owner had been in the middle of harvesting them. A bucket half full of dirt-covered carrots sat at one end of the little garden, evidence her assumption about the interrupted harvesting was correct.
That the young Bunordaen farm girl had been the one harvesting the carrots was proven by the large carrot the plump young woman had in her hand. She sat lazily on the fence, chomping at it and staring down the path as if waiting for company.
One look and Thalris knew it wasn’t just the magic of her song at work. The girl’s easy, eager pose suggested this was FAR from the first time she’d sat waiting for passers-by. When Thalris danced into sight the girl shifted how she was sitting, letting her legs open as she pulled up her simple peasant’s dress both suggestively and invitingly, but not to a degree that would be undeniable if she decided she didn’t like who was approaching.
The girl’s face made it clear she was bored out of her mind, horny, and eager to find someone to help her solve all her problems with a quick dalliance. It wasn’t a look Thalris had ever seen in person, but she’d sung countless songs about it, most of them about slutty farm girls. Till that moment Thalris had thought the trope nothing but the invention of male singers hoping for a world more full of sloven lust than it was.
I’d been wrong about so much of the world, Thalris thought as she grinned flirtatiously at the girl, switching to a song about a slutty farm girl just like her. Strood and his men have educated me on so much. I owe them so much. When they sell me the riches they receive will make up for all the work they’ve put into me. Till then I will repay them with these performances, helping them educate other women as well.
The Bunordaen farm girl was practically vibrating with anxious anticipation by the time Thalris danced up to her. The Elven Bard timed things so her song ended just as she reached the girl.
“Wonderful,” the girl said as she tossed the mostly chomped butt of the carrot she’d been chewing over her shoulder. “Truly wonderful,” she continued as she clapped. “I’ve never heard that one before, but I loved it! I’ve never felt so seen,” she added, leaning forward to flash her ample cleavage. When Thalris’ eyes darted to look into the nearly hypnotic void between them the Bunordaen’s eyes lit up even more. “And the pretty Elve likes women, too! Oh, this IS a day blessed by the gods!”
She braced her hands on the fence beside her plump ass and leaned back, spreading her legs a bit further open as she did. “A song so good deserves payment,” she said with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows. “A poor farm girl like me, I’ve no coin to spare. But perhaps the pretty Elven Bard would be willing to join me in my cabin for a little payment delivered by tongue and finger?”
Thalris giggled girlishly, placing a hand on her upper chest and swooning in a dramatic and playful manner. “There’s no payment I hold dearer to my heart or loins,” Thalris told the girl with a flirtatious wink. “I also have no time constraints placed on me. I’d be more than happy to fuck away the afternoon, or even the next few days!”
The Bunordaen looked like she’d practically fainted at that. “Days? DAYS! Oh, sweet Elven beauty, you HAVE been sent by the gods! I’m at that point in a young Bunordaen’s life that my father likes to call the ‘mating madness’. He’s banished me to this crusty old farmstead our family has clung to for the sole purpose of banishing ‘dangerously fertile and even more dangerously unmatched’ young women to during this ‘mating madness’.”
She leaned further back, keeping one hand braced on the fence while using the other to hike her dress further up then slipping that hand up the skirt so she could touch herself. The girl shuddered a bit, eyes closed as she inhaled as untapped lust momentarily overwhelmed her.
“I’d have let the first hard prick that came down that path root deep in my furry bunny muff as many times as it wanted,” she moaned.
Although Thalris couldn’t see the girl’s hand it was clear enough from the movements of her arm that she was fingering herself. She seemed lost for a few moments in not just the sensation of her fingers plunging into her “furry bunny muff” but fantasizing about it as well.
Thalris wondered if the there were specific men flashing into her mind, or if just the abstract concept of cock was enough to leave her in such imagined ecstasies. For a moment it made Thalris jealous. Why had she not been born a Bunordaen, clearly able to feel her worth as a woman on an instinctual level? Instead, she’d been born an Elve, living multiple lives of the average Human before getting her first taste of cock.
The jealousy quickly faded when she remembered being born an Elve meant she’d have the chance to live entire generations of Humans. She was still young for an Elve and had an endless sea of sexual servitude stretching out of her, and towards the end of her life she’d still look young and fuckable to the eyes of most men. How long did this plump, sweet, horny bunny girl have before the ravishes of age left her undesirable?
No, she was lucky and she knew it. Yes, her potential had been wasted far longer than it should have, but her life was finally on track now! I must help this girl, she thought. I must ensure she wastes not a moment more of her precious, short life. She must become what she meant to be. I MUST help Strood capture her!
When the girl’s eyes fluttered open her cheeks were flush while her eyes remained heavily hooded even after she pulled her hand out of her skirt.
“Reckless it was,” she continued as though she hadn’t just lost herself in a good, quick, indecent fingering. “Could have gotten myself into all sorts of trouble hopping onto random pricks that way. Let a dangerous man into my home, someone who at best would almost certainly leave unwanted presents in my belly.”
She touched her belly, looking down at it as her nose twitched. “Babies,” she sneered, making the word a curse. “Nasty little things. Ugly, screaming, filthy leeches that ruin your body and derail your life.”
“You Elves have no idea how lucky you are,” she told Thalris with a fierceness that suggested Strood had been right about farm girls like her maybe not being as easy to nab as one might thing. “How HARD it is for you to get with child, even Humans who can only convince a few days out of the month are luck! Not us Bunordaens. When we get to THAT age our fertility is… well, compared to the other races it’s basically unending.”
The girl suddenly sat up, her eyes intense with desperate, aggressive passion. She grabbed the stretch of fence between her legs, gripping it so tight her knuckles turned white as she leaned towards Thalris. “But the gods sent me YOU, a woman as eager and willing to rut as I am! And so damn pretty,” she added, reaching out longingly.
Thalris stepped closer, allowing the horny farm girl to stroke one of her long Elven ears. The caress was brief but intense, with her moaned reaction not something Thalris had to pretend. A moment later she was on the girl, lute flung over her back so she could grab hold of the Bunordaen. Their lips locked together as the Bunordaen’s thick legs wrapped around her slender Elven body.
The girl kissed with sloppy, desperate wildness that, although enjoyable, was something Thalris knew would need a lot of work. She was clearly no virgin, but there was no skill to her mouth work. The way the girl kissed, and the way her hands clumsily explored Thalris’ body, made it clear she would be a greedy, unskilled lover.
She’ll learn better, Thalris thought, smiling into the sloppy, wet kiss she was enjoying.
Her hands explored the girl’s body with much more grace and skill. Feeling out her softness. Her plump curves. Her tits were gloriously large and dense. Her skin, where Thalris could access it, was soft and often covered in an almost down-like fuzz that couldn’t be seen but could be felt. It added to the bunny girl’s animal charms. The fur on her long bunny ears was even softer, and the sounds the girl moaned into Thalris’ mouth as she felt those ears up delighted the Elve.
Strood will keep her, she thought as she kept playing with the girl’s ears. And I doubt my little magical tune would have been needed to call her out and put her guard down. But none of that matters, this is more a test of my skills and willingness to help them capture others than something needed to capture her.
Remembering she had other jobs to do she forced herself to pull away from the Bunordaen. The girl was even more flush than before and panting like a beast in heat, her eyes glassy with desire.
“Come into my cabin,” the girl said as she grabbed Thalris’ hand.
Her body language made it clear she intended to flip her legs around the fence, hop off, and pull Thalris along after her to get her into the cabin as quickly as possible.
Thalris took a step back, squeezing the girl’s hand then letting go of it. “Gladly,” she said with a wink and smile before adding, “for days and days if you want, pretty bunny girl. But we must begin with a song to seduce you!”
The girl scrunched her nose up adorably in frustration. “I’m seduced well and good enough,” she huffed out. “Sing to me later. We can fuck for a few hours, nap, then when we wake up I’ll eat you out while you sing to me. But some fucking first!”
When she reached for Thalris the Elve gracefully moved out of reach, flinging her lute from where it hung on her back into her hands. The moment the instrument was in her hands she began playing a tune with impressive skill. “Such treasures to be found in your peasant’s dress must be earned,” she sung while dancing alluringly just out of the girl’s reach. “I will earn the treasures with one last song!”
The Bunordaen giggled then leaped off the fence. “One song, then the fucking,” she laughed in delight when Thalris, still playing her lute, danced to keep out of arm’s reach of the girl. “But if I catch you before the song is over we fuck sooner!”
She giggled in mad delight, chasing Thalris in circles on the road running past her secluded home. Thalris sung the girl a filthy song about sapphic passion that soon had her giggles broken up with gasps and oohs of delight. There were sapphic sexual acts being sung about that the simple farm girl had never imagined, but now that they were in her mind she was eager to put them to the test.
Thalris danced and sang, putting at first only small bits of Bardic magic into the song to make sure the girl was unable to catch her. Plump as she was as a Bunordaen she was naturally fast and agile. As their flirtatious game of chase continued she poured more magic in, weaving a spell of control first around the distracted Bunordaen then plunging it deep into the girl’s mind.
The change was a small thing at first. Her giggles and delighted oohs grew more muted. The impatient, mad gleam in her eyes dulled. The frantic chase Thalris could barely dance away from slowed.
Then, as the magic filled her mind, the change came on fast. The Bunordaen girl stumbled. Her arms, which had been outstretched in a playful attempt to grab Thalris and drag her to the cabin, fell limply to her sides. Her eyes went hazy as her eyelids drooped. Her feet came to a standstill, leaving the girl standing in the middle of the road, arms dangling at her side as she stared into nothing and drooled slightly.
Thalris finished her song but did not fling her lute over her shoulder. She took out the fertility ward and placed it on the hypnotized farm girl. “A present from my master,” Thalris said, giving the girl a kind peck on the cheek. “Something needed, but also something that will take a bit of time to take effect. While we wait for the blessing to take effect and for my master to arrive another song,” she declared, plucking and strumming the strings of her lute once more.
Strood and his men were already there, just close enough for her to have seen out of the corner of her eye. Watching me, she thought. Making sure I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Or maybe just admiring the show? She pretended not to have seen them, deciding to see how quickly her performance could draw them out and get them “testing” their new merchandise.
The words to the song she sang were made up on the spot, singing about the most “fuckable, fertile Bunordaen” ever seen on all of Alaria. She sang out lewd descriptions of the naïve farm girl’s cute facial features and sexually pleasing curves. She sang about her stroke-able ears and came up with bits about how pleasing they’d be to tug and yank while men fucked her from behind.
Thalris hid how happy she was that the lyrics were enough to draw Strood and his men out. Some of the men spread out, taking up guarding positions on the road and a couple in the woods just in case someone stumbled upon what was going on. Strood and the rest made their way to Thalris and the hypnotized Bunordaen.
With a huge smile on his face Strood asked, “Bent over, tugging on her furry ears, while taking the plump slut from behind? Why, I think I’ve decided exactly how to test the goods out. But is she ready for that? Have you sung her to total obedience yet?”
The Elven Bard shook her head and kept singing her song, altering the words and the Bardic magic flowing into it as she did. For a moment she belted out a few lines about dumb farm girls having empty heads and dripping slits both in desperate need of being filled.
Thalris was confident the mix of words and Bardic magic would leave the already aroused Bunordaen so wet between her legs it would be like her pussy was drooling. More importantly the spell was prepping her mind, emptying it out of all thought which would leave it ready to be filled with her commands.
She changed the tune and lyrics again. It was still a song, but no longer a vague dirty fun ditty alluding to what she was doing to the Bunordaen. It became a song of a command, allowing her to puppet the farm girl as though her Bardic magic were strings. When Thalris sang about the girl doing something it became reality.
When she sang commands for the girl to leap over the fence into her yard she did. As she described the Bunordaen bending over, grabbing her skirts, then pulling them up and tossing her peasant dress into the dirt it happened. When Strood and the other men whistled and cat called at the revelation that the girl had nothing on under the dress Thalris sang her into bowing in appreciation in a manner that left her large, wide, thick, heavy breasts dangling below her torso.
“Ynara be praised,” Strood gasped in delight. “Those are some high-value bunny tits! You ever seen a pair so big and motherly on a girl so young and still childless?”
As Strood’s goons laughed, both mocking and appreciating the sight of the girl’s tits, Thalris started singing about them. “Plump, heavy, breedable suckable fuckable bunny titties,” she belted out in a jaunty, sensual tune that had all the men nodding in agreement. Then she added some lines of command that had the empty-eyed Bunordaen girl standing with her chest out, preening and showing her large breasts off.
“While we wait for the pregnancy ward to take full effect I better feel up the potential new goods,” Strood declared as he hopped the fence and strode to the hypnotized girl. He took up a place behind her, giving her plump ass a slap then pressing his body into her back as he slipped his arms around her.
As he grabbed her tits and started feeling them up Thalris sung the girl into pressing back into him and wiggling her ass to get him worked up. Thanks to her growing skill with her Bardic magic she was becoming more aware of other kinds of magic. It left her able to tell that the blessing on the charm around the girl’s neck was working.
She COULD have told Strood, either through her song or simply by nodding to the charm on her neck, but Thalris found that lacked the theatrical aspect she loved in all things. She wanted to sing the Bunordaen into making him lose control and just taking her. In her mind it was just part of her permanence. She could puppet the girl into being what she was meant to be, and later on, after her body was deemed up to the task, she should learn to do it on her own just like Thalris had.
The Elven Bard sang about the Bunordaen’s “deliciously plump, swollen, engorged nipples,” drawing Strood’s attention to them. When he started pinching and tugging on them she sang the girl into moaning in response while rubbing her thick thighs together to show her appreciation of the pleasingly rough treatment.
For a short time Thalris thought playing with the girl’s large breasts would be enough to make him lose control, but it seemed the man had more self-control than she thought. When he let go and pulled away she sang the naked Bunordaen into holding her arms up, wrists bent to make her hands look like animal paws. She then made the girl hop and stick her ass out while waggling it.
A few lines about her cute, tuggable, puffy bunny tail just above her ass crack got Strood’s attention on her back end. To tease and frustrate him she immediately sung the girl into hopping around, denying him the sight of her plump backside. She further distracted the man by singing the girl into hopping up and down while pawing at the air, degrading her by making her act like an animal while causing her heavy breasts to bounce, flop, and jiggle.
When Strood’s eyes began to bulge in that way they did as his lust began to boil over Thalris knew she had him. She sang the Bunordaen into hopping away from him. He followed, fumbling to get his cock out. By the time the girl had hopped her way to the fence Strood’s cock was out. By the time he reached her Thalris had sung the girl into bending over, gripping the fence while sticking her ass out. The position left her tits dangling under her in a way that would lead to the most swinging possible when Strood took her from behind.
He shoved his cock in the girl as soon as he reached her, grunting out in delight as he impaled her furry bunny cunt. “This living piece of fuck meat is a keeper,” he declared as he gripped her thick sides just above the swell of her ass before beginning to pound her. A few fast, heavy strokes into her and her tits were wildly swinging under her. “And fuck me if you didn’t sing the slut as wet as a waterfall!”
Thalris no longer needed to sing the girl into any kind of action. She’d remain bent over and gripping the fence till she was told to do differently.
That didn’t mean she stopped singing. This was all a performance, and it was far from over. Her tune changed again, the words focusing once more on the Bunordaen’s body. Detailed descriptions about how thick, juicy, and breedable her body was. How her raw, filthy animal sexuality meshed so pleasingly with her cute animal characteristics.
As the song went on it shifted tone, going into more detail about how the girl was just sexy, breedable meat. Just a piece of fuckable living merchandise. Then she sang about the girl’s future. The wonderful training she’d undergo before being sold at the auction her and all the other gathered living merchandise were destined for.
Thalris did more than sing. She danced about as she played her lute, smiling flirtatiously with the goons nearby. Their attention had rightly been on the Bunordaen. She suspected they were hoping to be given a chance to “test out” the new merchandise once Strood was done with her. Even if that happened Strood wouldn’t allow them ALL to take a turn with her. Over the next few weeks? Sure, they’d all get at least one turn helping “train” her. But not now.
They’d know that. They’d be thinking about it soon. Some would grow frustrated and many of their eyes would start to wander to Thalris. She hoped to draw those eyes to her sooner, to take her current performance and move it on to a different act. One where her skills as a sexual servant would take center stage and she’d no longer need to play at being a person.
The sight of the Bunordaen bent over and being fucked from behind with her tits swinging wildly under her was drawing all male eyes to it. Yet Thalris knew there were ways to peel some of them away. She kept singing, dancing about, but did so in a way she knew would draw at least some of those male eyes to the new, overly sexual way she was moving her body.
She had nowhere near the amount of meaty on her chest that the pleasingly plump Bunordaen farm girl had. Yet even though Thalris was all Elven slender beauty she still had a womanly figure. Her outfit, tight and slutty, showed off what assets she did have, while moving in the right ways more than compensated for what she didn’t have when compared to theirs.
Before long some extra lewd lyrics and filthy dancing gyration had a few eyes turned to her. Dancing flirtatiously between those eyes’ owners helped her feel out which was best to focus on. Once she knew that her performance went from being a general thing for all around to something for an audience of one. And then, with all his focus on her body, she knew she had him.
“You’ve got to be the cock-hungriest Elven slut we’ve ever trained up,” the man muttered as he took his manhood out of his pants. He sounded almost exasperated with her, yet the rigidness of his member once it was in sight told Thalris the truth of the matter.
In one smooth motion full of Elven grace and practiced showmanship Thalris flung her lute over her shoulder while dropping to her knees in front of the man. “This isn’t just for you,” she told him, taking hold of his member by wrapping her slender, graceful Elven fingers around the thickest part of it. “It’s a performance for everyone who can see and hear us.”
The man grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, slut. Not start ‘performing’, get my cock in your— FUCK,” he gasped as she inhaled his cock, taking him balls deep in one fluid motion that caught him off guard.
His gasped expletive did exactly what Thalris had wanted. It stopped the man’s yammering while also drawing the attention of nearly all the nearby men. She NEEDED their eyes on her. This was a performance! Not JUST for the man whose cock she was vigorously sucking off, but for all of them!
She’d gotten their attention with the man’s gasp and the sight of her so easily taking him so deep into her without gagging. She KEPT their attention by working his cock with not just intense skill, but loud sucking and slurping. It HAD to be loud, for she was competing with the Bunordaen’s cute grunts and moans.
True, the man she was now playing like an instrument was moaning too, but those were not musical notes that usually held the interest of other men. It was the sounds coming from her that they desired to hear in the performance, so she played them a symphony of loud sucking and slurping, making the blow job as wet and loud as she could.
Sounds weren’t enough. She had to make it a visual show as well. Thalris made sure she was positioned so the men watching from various angles could see her working her instrument. See her not just bobbing her head to pleasure his cock but see that she was putting her whole body into it.
That also meant pleasuring him with more than her mouth. He was a well-endowed man, with plenty of length and girth. She used him like she would any instrument, playing her instrument in ways that leaned into its strengths.
After the initial deep throating that had started things she sucked mostly his cockhead, using all the saliva she was drooling onto his shaft as lube to stroke him off. And not just simple, firm gripped stroking, she made it a thing of skill and art. She twisted her hand as she worked it up and down his length, adding a bit of extra pleasure and theatrical flair even a skilled whore often overlooked.
But it wasn’t just about how it looked. She knew what she was doing felt good, she made sure it did. Even as she twisted and rotated her hand while stroking his shaft she kept her thumb pressed into that delightfully spongy tube running under his shaft. The pressure as her thumb went up and down its length, combined with the twisting stroking motions and the sucking bobbing of her mouth, were more than enough to get the man gasping and struggling to keep from cumming within minutes of her start.
She could have finished him off fast, but where was the art in that? She wanted to perform! To be the center of attention. To create art that these wonderful men would remember for years. That meant her symphony of wet slurping and sucking sounds, accompanied by a visual feast of skilled cock sucking, couldn’t be ended prematurely by her instrument cumming too soon.
When Thalris felt him beginning to crest towards climax she forced him to cool down, but in a way that neither him nor the men watching would take as a ruining of his pleasure. She took him deep, as though TRYING to finish him off, but then stopped suppressing her gag reflex. She choked herself on his cock just long enough to cause herself to half-vomit up a huge slimy mess of thick saliva, but not long enough to push him over the edge.
Then she pulled back, gasping as if desperate for air. She held his slimy saliva covered cock close to her face, her head tilted back so it was above her allowing the mess covering it to drip onto her. She panted and gasped, playing up her need to breathe, then smiled up at him, delighted by the wild intensity in his eyes.
That wild look in his eyes let her know he was enjoying this even though the sudden break in pleasure had ruined the climax he was building steadily towards. Confident her performance was everything she wanted it to be she pressed on, continuing her performance in a manner she hoped would get applause.
She had hold of his cock by the base. Thalris used that grip to begin bludgeoning her face with it, swinging the thick, long member up then bringing it slamming down onto her face. She responded to each wet, loud, meaty impact with a loud gasp that was a perfect mix of shocked disgust and excited arousal. She panted and drooled, as though being cock-slapped was leaving her even more cock-hungry than she had been.
Then, just as the men watching began to cheer, she gave them all what she knew they wanted. She inhaled the cock she’d been slapping herself with, taking it deep to gag then choke herself. She’d worked her instrument back towards climax by deep throating him while she worked her audience to raucous applause by choking him down and making him gasp in delight.
As the crescendo of her performance neared Thalris’ life flashed through her mind, both her past, present, and future. If the woman she’d been BEFORE her capture could see how much her skill as a Bard had grown she’d think nothing else could matter to her current self. Yet her skills grew nearly by the day, and she saw at that moment that it mattered little to her now. She could be the greatest Bard in all of Alaria, that had ever lived, and none of it would matter when compared to her worth as a cock-sucking sex slave.
All she’d wanted to be no longer mattered. Or did it? Hadn’t she always wanted to be a performer first and an Adventurer second? Hadn’t Adventuring been more about living a lifestyle that fit the kind of performer she aspired to be? Hadn’t always been more about the company that life allowed her to keep?
She was still the same woman. Still had the same dreams and aspirations. She’d just been shown a different way to realize them. She was a performer above all else. The path that she’d been following, that of a performing Adventurer, was gone. She’d found a better one, leaving behind the life of an Adventurer to take up the life of a performing sex slave!
When her instrument came in her throat, grunting so hard and loud it sounded like his orgasm had hurt more than it had felt good, she felt confirmation she was looking at things correctly. The applause that erupted as he came in her confirmed it. Blow and fuck them so hard it shakes them to their core, and do it with an audience that’s left applauding and shaking in their boots both hoping for and fearing they will be next!
Thalris remained there for as long as she could. Kneeling by the man, holding his messy, slime-oozing softening cock in her hand, basking in the applause. THIS was what made her life worth living!
And she was still young for an Elven woman. If she’d been a Human how many more decades would she have had left? Fifty? No… it would have been less than that. They got old and wrinkly, frail and ugly in the eyes of nearly all men so quickly. That wouldn’t happen to here, not for hundreds or even thousands of years, and even when she started to visibly age she’d still look “young and fuckable” to the eyes of the men of most races.
When Strood finished “testing” the Bunordaen he declared everyone’s fun done. It was time to get the girl back to their hideout so they could be on their way before anyone noticed her abduction.
Thalris cleaned herself up then used her Bardic magic to make the girl dress then keeping her under control during the journey. It was simple work that she could do without putting any real thought into. It allowed her mind to wander, at first to wonder about what kinds of performances she’d be able to give that night at their temporary hideout, but then about the future.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before they reached the auction. Where it was held was still a mystery to her, but she their arrival WOULD be soon. What would it be like? What kind of place was it held in? Was it some underground thing, hidden by necessity, or was it in a place where a sex slave auction could be held in the open?
Most importantly she thought about who would buy her. What kind of person would they be? What kind of work would they put her to? How would she be allowed to perform for them? For their friends? Would it really be like Strood had suggested? Would she become a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation as her skills as a sexual performer only grew?
The thought at one time had filled her with despair. Now it made her shiver in anticipation. She was eager for it. For the auction. For being sold. For truly beginning the rest of her life!
The last set of polls decided we didn’t need to go into the Bunordaen’s training and that we should get to the auction. Before we get there we need to decide WHERE it is held, and I also wanted one last sex scene with Strood and his men.
What will the (probably) final sex scene with Strood and his men be? (Vote for up to 6 options in this poll)
Where will the sex slave auction be held? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
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