The stock-boy

[Strangebuddy]

The villagers fled as another explosion rocked the defensive stone wall that had protected them for decades. While none of the invading enemy had made their way into the town, even the most unobservant villager could feel the ground quake under their feet and hear the clang of armor as the savage marauders roared and charged the wall.

"Please, just let me go and get my family heirlooms! They're right in my house I can-" The woman who screamed her demand at the elven guard suddenly had her eyes go wide as her thatch house erupted into an explosion, collapsing the stucture that had stood most of her life.

"There's no time!" The young guard yelled, pushing the woman back into the mob that headed towards back entrance of the town, one which lead to the mountain range and their lord's stronghold, "Get to the fortress! You'll be safe there!"

The woman reluctantly complied, becoming another drop in the ocean of people that rushed away from teh danger. Any time a member of the mob tried to break away, an explosion would take out a nearby structure, making them spur on faster. The guard watched meanwhile, a suspicious grin growing wider as she watched the retreating horde move away from her.

"Hey, all guards need to be on the wall," A fellow armored guard said, yanking the elf around, "Hey I haven't seen you before, who are-"

He stopped as the elf leaned in and kissed him, surprising the older-looking human. When she pulled back, the guard seemed to be in a daze.

"No, you need to go with the townsmen," the elf said in a tone that raised a sigh from her target, "you should make sure they all get to the fortress and bar the doors behind them." she removed her gauntlet and let her finger trace over his face, "That would make me very happy and you do want to make me happy, yes?"

The guard smiled drunkenly, nodding like an excited child. He bolted towards the crowd, egging them on.

"That should be far enough away," The elf said, snapping her fingers once the crowd reached the opened gates. With that snap, the deafening sounds and vibrations from surging army disappeared, thought the explosions continued to pursue the mob, forcing them to go forward. The elf underwent a change as well. While soft face and smooth skin remained, her flaxen hair became a pure white and her warm skin became as black and cool as dried ink. Her eyes went from cool blue pools to burning pyres of red that seemed to dance in delight at the sight of the discord around her. She breathed in the air, smelling the fear and panic as well as the unique mix of sulfur and fire from the explosives her band had wired throughout he town the night before.

The woman removed her helmet and a smile of satisfaction crossed her lips as the guard she had charmed closed the gate behind him in such a way that the bar fell across it, preventing re-entry.

The Drow chuckled, another job well down.

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On the wall, the guards stood in stunned silence as the army of orcs vanished. Their confusion did not last long however, as a small metal ball was tossed into their midst with lit fuse. The guards, who were raised far from the modern niceties, only stared at, not realizing its true purpose until it exploded, sending many of them to their graves instantly.

A small female goblin crawled out of her hiding place, chuckling as she counted the slain guards.

"12...13...14, wait, weren't there more of these guys?"

The goblin barely had time look up as a crossbow bolt flew towards her...only to shatter against the wall of green muscles that leaped in front of her.

"Keep your eyes open, Sasha. You wouldn't be as cute with a hole in your head." The large orc said, charging towards the guard who was already loading another bolt. The guard drew his sword, abandoning the crossbow and swung it hard at the orc's shoulder, squealing in shock as the blade shattered against his flesh. The Orc meanwhile grabbed the guard's arms and flung him over the wall as casually as he would a sack of potatoes.

"Thank you Nos'good," the goblin said in between panted breaths, "where's your sister?"

"Around." A scream was heard from a nearby spire, which was quickly followed by a guard being tossed out of it.

"Okay, and where's our assassin?" The goblin asked, adjusting her leather bandeau so her small but perky breasts were more pronounced.

"No idea, he left his handiwork on the wall earlier," The Orc said, dumping a barrel of water over himself to clean his sweat off. He motioned for Sasha to look over the wall.

The goblin did, only to immediately step back when she saw teh decorated pikes and nooses. After catching her breath, she pulled her leather skirt up so the bottow of her amble cheeks was exposed.

The orc, puzzled, inquired, asking: "What are you wearing that for? It's not a bad look but I think I speak for my sister and myself when i say we'd rather have our little pyromaniac in armor so she doesn't get hurt."

The goblin smiled, "Why it's for our special treat, my friend. I found something we'll all enjoy in the pillory while I was wiring my little creations. I want to look my best for him. Don't tell the captain but he's a real dish."

The orc smiled, first at his little friend's surprise...and then at the sight of his Drow captain, whose sharp ears had let her hear their conversation. Even as the goblin cried out in protest, the Drow was bolting for the Pillory like a child rushing towards a present.

...and what a present it was.

"My, what is this little scrumptious morsel and what should we call him she said, sauntering towards the poor figure who was bound n the stocks.

 

[Armphid]

"Hey! Someone, come on and let me out!" The voice was that of a young man, a boy, really, a clear tenor that rang through the empty streets. The town was quiet; shockingly quiet after the chaos of the marauders attack. But he wasn't sure there even was an attack now. There had been so much noise; explosions, screaming, the clash of weapons, everyone fleeing their homes and pouring towards the nearby keep. "It's the calm before the storm and I don't want to be stuck in it! Come on, I didn't do anything to deserve this! Don't leave me to the raiders!"

Keilan Halfelven struggled futilely against the heavy wooden slabs holding him in place, not for the first time since the commotion began. The roughness of the inner surface was rubbing the base of his pale neck and the skin of his wrists red from his movement but he didn't care now. This was bad! Not that a few hours in the stocks was ever good, but now of all times?

Keilan was an orphan and a bastard; the son of a beautiful merchant's daughter and an elven adventurer. The town had been attacked, like it was now, and a band of adventurers had driven off and killed the raiders. In the celebration, he was conceived. But his father didn't stay and the shame of bearing a bastard made his mother abandon him to the charity of the local temples while she retreated to a nunnery. He wasn't a bad kid and the priests and priestesses had raised him well but he was often hungry and frequently scorned and picked on. And he served as a convenient scapegoat; anytime some mischief or crime happened and it wasn't clear who did it, the guards grabbed him.

Petty vandalism this time and he didn't do it! As usual. But they'd pulled him out of his bed and hauled him out here before dawn to clap him in the heavy wooden pillory and leave him for the judgment of the town. He hated it; knowing he'd be beaten, spit on, maybe even peed on, have rotten food and worse thrown at him...but he'd take it all now and gladly if it meant not being trapped out here with monsters attacking!

Keilan also drew ire due to envy at his looks from many of the villagers; he was a beautiful young man, owing to his elvish blood. His skin was supple, smooth, and flawless, a healthy pale peace color. His face was pretty with delicate, fine features that were both masculine and lovely. His large eyes were a leaf green and his lips were plush and full. He was clean shaven, indeed he had no facial hair, another result of his mixed ancestry. His ears were longer than those of a human with a slight elongated point, though not as extreme as a full elf's would be. His hair was a honey blond that fell to his shoulders, usually pulled back into a tail as it was now; the locks full and healthy. His body was graceful and well shaped; agile and strong, his muscles wiry and flexible. He was wearing a simple tunic of light gray and baggy breeches that hid his toned, long legs, pert ass, and hairless but surprisingly ample manhood.

He grimaced against the roughness of the wood as he slid his hands out as much as he could, seeking to reach the pin that locked the upper section in place with the fingers of one clever hand. "Almost...got it..."

"My, what is this little scrumptious morsel and what should we call him" she said, sauntering towards the poor figure who was bound n the stocks.

The voice made him freeze up. It was a woman's voice but not one he knew. It was rich and had a strangely hungry feel to his ear. "Oh, crap," he murmured. "Uh, m-my name is Keilan Halfelven. Y-you're a new guard, right? Here to let me out and take me to the fortress with everyone else, right? I hope..."

 

[Strangebuddy]

The drow didn't answer at first, though she suppressed a giggle at the boy's hopefulness. She instead slid behind the boy and let her freed hand run along his strong right arm, feeling the fit muscle all the way back to his shoulder. Pleased with her initial assessment, she began to run her hands along his sides as she worked towards his behind.

"Oh Sasha," she thought, "you have a good eye."

The drow finally broke her silence as she tugged the boys pants down, kneeling as she got them down past his ankles, her eyes glittering as she saw his cock hanging down.

"A guard?" she laughed, working off the stolen plate mail, "I'm afraid not. I'm also afraid I can't let you go. You see, the fights over and I need to check on the health of anyone who was left behind. You know, a fullll, physical." She rolled her ls into a purring. She shed her chain mail next, leaving a sweat-stained pair of leggings and a light white shirt that clung to heaving, ebony bosom. She tied her hair into a ponytail with a free bit of cloth and then crawled under the bent over half-elf, so she was face to face with his manhood. She licked her lips at the sight but ignored it for now.

She instead withdrew A knife from her discarded gear and worked it against his shirt, cutting it open without touching his flesh. Her goal was simple: get rid of the troublesome cloth so she could see his full figure. A sight which drew a warmth in her nethers. The boy was a prime piece of meat in the drow's eyes. Those supple limbs and his large but not painfully large cock gave her such dark, sensual thoughts.

Still, the situation could be made better.

"So Keilan," she asked in a husky, scintillating voice, as she crawled out from under him, briefly stoping to pinch his manhood's helmet quickly. She used her knife to create a plunging neckline on her shirt so her breasts' sides were exposed, "you seem like a healthy young man, have you ever considered putting that body to good use?"

She leaned over when she reached the front of the stocks, nuzzling her dark face against his at first, then moving her lips to his left ear, nibbling the elongated edges. She then put her face right in front of his making sure he got a good look at her blazing eyes and black skin, "because among the marauders, there's a very horny drow captain who loves bound half-elf boys."

She then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, slowly moaning as she worked his mouth open and worked her tongue into his mouth. She then pulled away with a 'slurp' noise and gave the boy a terrifying smile.

 

[Armphid]

The eighteen year old half breed frowned at the giggle. This wasn't funny! The fight could start again at any moment! They had to get out of there, now! "I know I look goofy bent over like this, bu-"

His voice broke off and he stiffened up as he felt a sure, warm hand on his arm to his shoulder, then another joined it in running down his sides and feeling him, fingers pressing to feel the wiry muscle under his tunic. His mouth worked in stunned silence a fee timed before he managed to gasp out, "Wh-what are you, h-hey!" His pants! What in the nine hells was happening?

Keilan's trousers were around his ankles in a heartbeat and his cheeks reddened even as the cooler air on his upturned ass made him shiver. This was a new humiliation; he'd never been exposed like this before! This was going way too far! His heart was beating faster and he felt a slight stirring un his loins. Wait, what? This...this wasn't, couldn't be turning him on. The marauders, remember them?

Before he could voice his protest, she spoke and her words silenced him. The fight was over? How? Who won? He didn't see a ravening and looting band of monsters ransacking everything in sight. But then if she wasn't a guard, who was she? And why had she taken his pants off? Gods, that voice though; her words dripped sensuality. That purr on the ls sent a shiver that had nothing to do with early morning air up his spine and he muffled a groan as his cock twitched and slightly stiffened. Whoever she was, she sounded gorgeous.

His ears twitched as well at the other sounds coming from her direction. Metal clinking, leather creaking, she was taking off her armor? But if she wasn't a guard, then why did she have armor?

Arousal and curiosity were pushed aside when his shirt suddenly opened, which it wasn't made to do! She must have cut it. But why? Again why?

That liquid sex voice spoke again and then he yelped as a sudden pain came from her pinching his head. "Ah! Ngh, what are you...talking...oh no." She'd moved as she spoke, finally coming into his field of vision. He was frozen, barely reacting ss she rubbed her cheek against his. Oh, Gods!

His eyes were so wide they looked as though they might crack their sockets and his face paled as she let him see her face to face. She was, without doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her features were artful and lovely, her hair a long, glossy, glorious cascade, and her skin flawless perfection. It was also black as onyx and that lustrous hair was pure snowy white. He knew before she said the word what she was.

Drow; a dark elf. One of the most wicked races in the world and known to hate all other elves. And maybe half elves too! Her eyes burned with power and amused delight and her grin was that of a conqueror.

He'd have screamed if she hadn't kissed him. The act froze his brain for a few moments; she kissed him? Her lips were warm and soft but they took his with authority. The kiss was hungry, claiming, dominating, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and tasting him.

He gasped in a ragged breath as she pulled back. His face was a study in desperate fear as she smiled at him; perfect teeth in an expression that made him want to bolt. Keilan tried; rocking back as best he could in the stocks, rattling them and making the edges dig into his skin. "H-Help! Someone, please, help me!"

His heart was hammering in his chest so hard it felt like it would smash out of his chest. But his dick was half hard. What? Don't think about that! His eyes darted around his somewhat limited view trying to find something that might save him and attempting not to notice her lush figure and tantalizing cleavage. She was stunningly sexy and stupidly terrifying. "Anyone! Please, save me!"

The half elf rattled the pillory again in a vain attempt to escape. His pretty face was panicked as he looked at her, "Who are you? Wh-what are you going to do to me? I-is everyone...everyone else dead?"

 

[Strangebuddy]

The Drow smiled devilishly at the bound half-elf. She could never understand her own people's hatred for elves, or at least their decree to kill all of them on site. This particular example of half-elven blood was a delicious sight to behold as he squirmed against the unyielding stocks. He seemed to have inheirited the best of both races: the innate beauty of the elves, which the drow kept having to stop to drink in, his deliciously smooth skin and supple body called out to her to nibble and suckle, while his pronounced muscles and outward vigor showed signs of human heritage, which made the drow long to release him and have the wild, bestial sex that humans could be so proficient at.

...with some tutelage of course.

When Keilan stopped screaming for help, the drow took a quick moment to snake her head around o look at his manhood, which was already roused from its slumber. She spied a drop of sweat on his brow, and licked it off before running her hand over his hair, untying it so it fell down around his face.

The half elf rattled the pillory again in a vain attempt to escape. His pretty face was panicked as he looked at her, "Who are you? Wh-what are you going to do to me? I-is everyone...everyone else dead?"

The drow brushed his hair back out of his eyes and stroked his face, as though she was calming a horse. She saw that the pillory guards had left a bladder of water nearby to give doses of refreshment to Keilan throughout the day. She seized the vessel and opened its tip, first taking a sip for herself and then pressing it against Keilan's mouth, slowly squeezing it so a stream of water entered his mouth.

"Drink," she ordered firmly, adjusting the bladder so it didn' pour to quickly, "Let's start with your last question. No. while my associates may be regarded as raiders, we have designs closer to the conquerors of old. While we did have to dispatch of the guards, this town's population is currently being led down the corridor of the old fortress...which I'm afraid is already occupied by my allies."

She removed the bladder from his lips and took another drink, sighing as the refreshing liquid trickled down her throat.

"They will suddenly find that corridor filling with a gas that will put them to sleep. When they wake up, most of them will be on a travelling caravan out to some of our captured farmland; funny thing about Orcs and hobgoblins, they are just abysmal at raising crops," she said as an aside, "They'll serve as slaves there until we find a better use for them or they die, which ever comes first...not too bad of a life really, lots of fresh air and they'll never have to worry about choosing what to wear again. Those who aren't made slaves in the fields will either join our war machine or be serving as...comforts to our able-bodied men and women...a fate your gorgeous body would likely have been destined for. Some would even become concubines."

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, "wouldn't that have been nice Keilan, you having nothing to do all day but make love to an orc general and his or her guests...your body covered in oils, with only a loin cloth to protect your dignity?" She suddenly blinked and let out a squeal of laughter, "Got carried away there."

The drow suddenly danced her knife in front of the boy's face, "but that leaves you in a bit of a predicament, doesn't it? I can't take you to the fortress until all your fellows are asleep, I can't release you since you might be able to warn a nearby settlement, if I leave you in this pillory, I can't promise your safety since my friends have a fun little ambush planned and they'd likely slit your throat to make sure you didn't scream...and that's if the ambush happens tomorrow. The vultures and crows might decide they'd like to try a bound, live half-elf before then."

She brushed the flat of the blade against his cheek, looking him in the eyes, "I could give you a quick death," she said, a sorrowful look crossing her eyes, "but maybe we could think of something else."

She dropped the knife and grabbed the hem of her shirt, tearing it up and over her body. Her taught midsection barely hid her abdominal muscles, not that many would notice since her breasts soon popped out. They were large for her frame but not grotesquely so. Each pear-shaped orb of flesh bounced as the material was stripped from them and greeted the half-elf with a pair of taut nipples that stuck out from puffy areola that were just as black as the rest of her flesh. The drow rose up and walked forward, leaning over so she could mash Keilan's face against her bosom, her hand stroking his hair in a comforting fashion.

"I'll make this simple Keilan...I'd like you as my personal little love slave; a little concubine me and a few of my friends can play with in our off hours. I want to fuck you right now until you are raw and if you are even half as good as I think you'll be, you'll be me and my friends little slave."

She leaned down, freeing his face before plating a kiss on his lips, "how does that sound?...my name is Cyreen, though you will call me Mistress Cyreen"

 

[Armphid]

Her apparent tenderness stunned him more than anything she could have done or said. Even more than licking the sweat off his forehead. She gave him water and then stroked his face and hair like she was calming a child or a spooked horse.

Keilan bit his tongue and listened to her without interruption. He wanted to cry out and protest, he wanted to demand release, but all of this would be a bad idea. The orphan knew enough about survival among people more powerful than you to know that there were times you had to stay silent.

He felt a pang of regret over the guards...they hassled him all the time but that didn't mean they deserved to die. But the fact that they weren't killing the townsfolk was a surprise and a relief. This went against everything he'd ever heard about drow and their humanoid allies. Had something changed? Or were the stories wrong?

Slavery. He shivered as she outlined the what the lives of the soon to be captive townsfolk would be. For all that he was a poor orphan, he was free and had some rights in this nation, but slaves...better than death? Yes? He thought so. He didn't want to die. But he didn't want to spend his life working fields either,

Which was when she talked about the pleasure slaves and concubines...and that she thought he'd have been one of them. He blinked and then blushed as she kissed his forehead, that sex-drenched voice speculating about that life for him.

A life just...just being fucked and pleasuring? Men and women? He couldn't help but imagine a virile green orc dick being pushed into his mouth, a muscular giant of a woman atop him and howling as she rode him, being loaned out to guests, nearly naked all the time...

His cock throbbed and he felt a surge of shame. Why was this...exciting him? It shouldn't! He didn't want to be a slave! Or get fucked by orcs or Gods knew what monsters! He was attracted to men and women both, that didn't bother him, but...and what would happen when he got older?

Then the knife flashed in front of his vision. Keilan stiffened and felt his erection wilt at the sight of the razor edged weapon, letting out a yelp before slamming his lips shut. His hands and legs trembled and his terror widened eyes followed every motion of the small but deadly blade. His eyes seemed to quiver as well as she outlined his "predicament." His heart, which had steadied somewhat, began to pound hard and fast in his chest again. She was going to kill him after all! Or her friends were, or they were going to just leave him bound for the carrion eaters! His breath was fast, almost hyperventilating, only to freeze in his throat with a whimper when she touched him with the flat of the knife. The steel was cold and hard and he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the quick death she now spoke of.

But it didn't come. He heard cloth moving and carefully opened an eye, then both show wide and his mouth gaped open. The drow captain was topless now; her skin all over her body was the same inky perfection. Her breasts were large, high, perky, and her nipples attested to arousal. Was that...really from him? "Gods, beautiful," he whispered in both shock and appreciation.

Then those breasts seemed to lunge towards him and were mashed into his face. Keilan's cock pulsed and swelled back to almost full rigidity; Gods, they were so warm! Plush, soft, smelling faintly of sweat and of a spicy aroma that may be just her. It felt...oh, it felt good! He felt a surge of shame at how nice it felt, how much he liked it, when everyone he knew was either dead or being enslaved. He groaned into her sweet tits and his trembling slowed, almost ceasing.

Her offer found his ears all the same, the long elfin tips twitching. She wanted him as her slave? Her love slave? And her friends...nine hells. His mind raced. He didn't want to be a slave. Keilan was a person, not property! But if he didn't...well, she'd laid it out earlier, hadn't she? She'd slit his throat, or her friends would, or he'd be left to die of exposure in the stocks. If he agreed, he'd be a slave...but he'd be alive. Maybe he could run away later or be rescued!

And in the meantime...at least his duties wouldn't be too bad. Her fucking him would be...Gods, just the thought of it!

He shivered at her kiss, knowing what he was about to do and still unsure of it. Once he'd agreed to bondage, what would she do? Could he even take her at her word? But what choice was there?

The half elf took a deep breath and looked up at her with fear, arousal, shame, and curiosity all swirling in his spring-leaf eyes. "Mistress Cyreen." Saying her name, her title, sent a tingle through him and he was embarrassed to feel his manhood twitch again. Traitorous organ! Why was it, why was he, so turned on by this? "Mistress Cyreen, I-I agree. I'll do it. Be your s-slave." His voice barely wavered and he was proud of that. He swallowed and wished his hands wouldn't tremble like they were now. "I-I'll try m-my best to obey, to please you. Just please, please don't kill me or leave me out like this."

 

[Strangebuddy]

Cyreen smiled at the boy's answer.

"Wonderful, Keilan," She said, stroking his face with both of her soft hands, "I think you've made the right decision." She laid her full lips against him and gave him a long, lingering kiss, like a new bride might give her groom. She abruptly pulled away and then craned her neck under the pillory to spy on his fully erect manhood. She felt both sets of her lips moisten at the sight of his young yet powerful tool, which even now throbbed with youthful vigor and hot blood.

"My, it appears that your little friend agrees...I think I'll say hello but first, I don't believe I have any need of these leggings anymore. Make sure to get a good look, boy."

The drow twirled around, displaying her statuesque back to the young half-elf. Cyreen knew she already had the boy's lust and, as long as he remained captive, his full attention. The dark elf decided to engage in a little teasing: The adrenaline of the assault still flowed through her veins, making her blood hot as it surged through her body, making her sensitive flesh burn with desire now that the threat was over. The teasing she was engaging in was as much for her as the boy. When she began his defilement, she wanted her arousal to be at its peak.

She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, rocking her hips from side to side as she pulled the tight sweaty leggings down, slowly unveiling her thick yet firm posterior slowly, stopping to occasionally give a playful shimmy, letting her cheeks give a wiggle. When she finally lowered the clothing beneath her ebony cheeks, she unceremoniously let the clothing fall to the floor. She kicked the offending garment off of the pillory's platform and slowly turned to face her new slave.

The drow sashayed back to Keilan, playfully covering her breasts with one arm while the other covered her flower with a cupped hand.

"Now, Keilan, answer truthfully, what part of your mistress' gorgeous body would you like to feel first upon your cock? I believe you're well acquainted with my lips," she leaned down to kiss Keilan on the forehead, "and I believe your eyes and face will never forget my breasts till the end of your days," she lowered her arm, letting her bosom bounce temptingly, "Or maybe you'd like to go straight to humping your mistress like a dog and letting your manhood feel the walls of my womanhood ensnare and nurse it?"

With that, she slowly curled her cupped hand back, finger-by-finger, until only the middle finger remained, running between her engorged dark labia, letting her probing digit sink in deep enough that it was soon soaking in her thick, womanly juices. She withdrew her finger, letting her moist scent remain on it while she used her free hand to run along the outside of her lips, as though she was displaying her body, as though she was some cheap market trash trying to sell herself to a master. Cyreen of course just wanted to guide the boys eyes, letting him drink in her engorged lips and the way her dark outer flesh gave way to a warm pink and admire the small tuft of white pubic hair that was was situated above her clitoris, a rare feature in many elven races...but one that Cyreen considered one of her many favorite things about herself.

"So, what does my little slave want first from his mistress...her lips, her breasts, or her little tight, wet , womanhood?"

With that she jammed her slicked finger against his lips, "Take your time and lick my finger clean. Just be quick, I'm in a good mood right now.

 

[Armphid]

Of course it was the right choice, it was the one that let him live! Still, he was relieved that he had pleased her. Keilan did not want a drow angry with him, especially not her and not right now. But what would happen after this? Did she mean it about keeping him or would she use him for her pleasure now and then-

Her kiss broke his line of thought once again. Another shiver went through him and a soft moan was muffled by their joined lips. This time he returned her kiss with cautious hunger and earnest gratitude. The thought occurred to him that this...this was something he could get used to. Maybe being a slave wouldn't be all bad.

The half elf's green eyes ran down the curve of her back and he marveled again at the flawlessness of her obsidian skin then fixed on the sweet peach of her ass. His fears and concerns faded as she started her tease, hips swaying, leggings falling away after being all but peeled off that pert, plush posterior. His mouth was open and his cheeks warm; he was proud he wasn't actually drooling. Gods, was there any part of her that wasn't amazing?

A renewed guilt surfaced in his mind; he was eagerly agreeing to be a slave, aching to get used, while everyone else in town was either dead or being enslaved without a choice. It made him feel...wrong, sinful, somehow. Which only made his cock thtib more. What was wrong with him?

He let out a groan when she turned and advanced towards him once more, playing the coquette. Her display, her teasing words, the she revealed herself and the glory of her pussy enflamed his senses. He fidgeted as much as the stocks allowed, shifting his feet to try and bring some ease to his dick. It felt like it was so hard it would split his skin!

It got worse, somehow, when she revealed her snatch. Keilan let out a strangled moan, almost a cry, when she sank a clever digit into the sopping glory of her sex. The lips yielding and showing pink flesh beneath, her smell flooding out and tickling his nose. Oh oh, nine hells and seven heavens! His hands flexed in their bonds, eager, needing to touch her. His eyes were fixed on her cunt, desperate and full of hunger. His manhood jerked and he could feel droplets of pre-com beading and dropping to spatter the platform with dark spots.

His eyes lost some of the lustful glaze when she rammed her finger into his mouth. The boy tensed up; he almost forgot he was a prisoner, a slave, to be used and die at her whim. And now she was reminding him and demanding he answer. Was this a trap? A test? What should he do?

His tongue pressed to her finger and wriggled against it; his lips sealing around it. He pulsed his cheeks, sucking her clean and tasting her. He was so horny, so excited, could he last if...but what if...

Keilan gasped for breath when she pulled her finger free, licking his lips. "You taste, taste good, Mistress Cyreen." The blond youth looked up at her with lust and fear in his eyes; desire was winning out but the fear was there. "I, I, please, your breasts, your perfect breasts, Mistress. I want your pussy most of all but I-I'm afraid I would...too soon." He was blushing brightly and hung his head, "I don't want to disappoint you. So, please, your breasts, Mistress." Keilan shook his head, "Your mouth would be heaven but your voice is so, so sexy, I want to hear it while we, while you, use me."

 

[Strangebuddy]

Cyreen playfully cooed as Kailen licked and sucked her finger clean. The boy was willing to please, that was certain, and the Drow captain didn't care whether it was sincere or out of fear.

"I can't wait to put that tongue to better use," Cyreen thought, admiring her clean fingers as she smiled at his compliment. The smile only grew wider as she took in the boy's request. She was surprised by the fact the gorgeous half-elf only requested the touch of her full bosom. Was he fearful of what she might do with one of her orifices, that she might engage in the more beastly behavior of her ancestors? His reasoning though made her perk her tipped ears.

"Mmmm, my little slave is quite the flatterer, is he?" Cyreen asked, moving her face down to his once again, "Is my voice truly so arousing, pet?" she moved her lips against Kailen's ear, "Don't worry about giving me your seed too soon Kailen...your manhood is going to be rising and falling many," she licked the outer rim of his ear," many times until I am well satisfied. Trust me, you will be well used today."

The drow ruffled his hair and grabbed the skin of water as she circled back behind the boy. The captain took a moment to size up the situation and frowned. The Pillory would make it difficult to pleasure her slave the way he requested. Keilan was practically bent over at a 90 degree-angle. At best she could crane her neck and slide the tip of his cock against her breasts but that would bring the Drow no amusement at all.

...Though magic could easily solve that issue.

Cyreen held out her hand towards the Pillory's post. Slowly, the post began to lengthen, raising the stock an inch at a time. The drow made sure it went slow enough so Keilan would have time to shuffle his feet into a new position. By the time the Drow was done, the half-elf's back was angled up at a more gentle angle. The drow saw that his throbbing meat was in a much easier position to access. She knelt carefully down in front of Keilan, placing her buttocks against the post as she leaned forward with her breasts. She opened the water skin and dripped a little on the divide between her cleavage. The Drow wasn't about to spit on her new toy. She moved her chest up and then gripped her bosom in her hands slowly wrapping her ebony breasts around Keilan's manhood. She groaned and playfully gasped, making sure to get his impressive shaft where she had moistened her breasts. Once her breasts were pressed around his cock, she gripped them tightly and began to slowly stroke the half-elf's cock with her breasts, working down his shaft until the helmet of his penis was a mere inch away from her lips, letting her warm breath slip over his sensitive tip as she teased him.

"Here you go pet. Can you feel your mistress's breasts? Can you picture them in your mind's eye, pressed against your hard cock, working up and down, your head slipping between them and back up lick it was swimming in a sea of drow flesh? Mmmm, such a cruel request my slave makes, putting this fine example of manhood in front of his mistress and not asking for it to go in her waiting cunt...naughty boy."

She cooed and sped up the pace of her breasts, "Will you come for me slave, will you come all over your mistress' breasts? will you come on her face? Will you still be hard for her?" She leaned her outh down and briefly took his head into her mouth, briefly letting her lips suckle on it before it slipped back into her cleavage, "Can you imagine it, covering your mistress' dark flesh with your thick white cream?"

 

[Armphid]

Gods, yes, her voice was liquid velvet that practically dripped with sensuality. He'd meant what he said about it. Even if his primary reason was he was terrified of what she'd do if he disappointed her as a lover. As a lover...again he was taken by the insanity of all this, at how impossible it all should be!

He shivered as she licked his ear, speaking to him of how he'd...many times? Well, he did have pretty good stamina. And he did get hard again after cumming almost right away in his previous sexual encounters. Gods, great and small, please, please let him be able to do it enough to please Cyreen!

...Should he think of her as Mistress Cyreen? He'd heard some magic users could read your mind...

He let out a startled yelp as the stocks moved around and beneath him, then blinked. It was...getting taller. Slowly, so he could adjust to it. She could do that? "A-amazing!" He also recognized that this would make what they would do easier but that it would also take a lot of strain off of his legs and back. "Thank you, Misress Cyreen."

He again felt that maybe being a slave wouldn't be so bad. She seemed nice. Keilan grimaced; it had to be a trick! She was suckering him in! But, oh, oh, in such a good way!

His ears twitched as he heard her moving and he could feel near brushes with her body against his toned legs. Then her warm, water slicked flesh wrapped around his cock. His head went up to thump on the upper board of of the pillory, eyes fluttering, "Ahhhh! Ooh, yes, I feel it! Mistress Cryeen, your breasts, your perfect tits, they, ahh, they feel as good as they look!"

This was really happening. A dark elf who was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, a powerful magician, was titfucking his dick. In the middle of the town square. Granted, no one was around but still! He'd had his share of fantasies over the years, but this? This was...

His legs quivered as she picked up the pace and his cock jumped and throbbed against her lush breasts. Her words; sinful, teasing, delicious, urged and egged him on. He was scared but so turned on and he could feel, he could feel the building of tension in his sack. "M-Mistress Cyreen, hhhn, yes, Mistress, I'm, ah, I'm close." His breath was ragged and he let out a strangled cry when she sucked on the head of his dick before returning to titfucking him, asking him to imagine-

He could see it; strings of white pearlescent jizz streaking the slopes of her high, proud tits and a few glistening across her cheeks. So white and stark against her coal black skin, so exotic, so sexy, so-

"UhHHAA! Mistress Cyreeeeeen!" Keilan's balls clenched and he felt pleasure spike and rip through him and then down into and through his cock. "Hnn! Huhh! AhhHH!" His manhood swelled slightly in it's sweet cradle and then the first gout of his seed blasted forth. It shot up to strike her face, lancing across her lips and part of her right cheek. The second came close, splatting against her chin, dangling from it. He made a series of cute, impassioned grunts, each occuring with another jet of his hot, sticky seed. He streaked her tits, almost fully painting them, a huge load sprayed onto the dark elf woman who had claimed ownership of him.

When it finally ended, his cock was sticky but it still pulsed with virility and strength. He had gotten perhaps a little softer but only be a small fraction and went no further. "Oh, Mistress...Mistress Cyreen, thank you. Thank you, you are...you are generous."

Oh, fuck. He felt great. That was so intense! And he knew that this was only just beginning!

 

[Strangebuddy]

The drow captain's smile grew wider as she felt her new slave tense up, his young, lustful body preparing to unleash his fertile seed over the object of his lust. She waited till she felt the base of her full breasts run against his risen scrotum. As the tip of his cock subtly surged with one last pulse of blood, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as ropes of thick cream came from his pulsing member. Cyreen smiled wide and laughed giddily as his cum glazed her skin and the long ropes that hung from her chin dropped down to join the pool of cum that was collecting on her breasts, which she quickly moved, milking his used cock for every precious droplet.

When the surge of warm fluid finally ended, Cyreen opened her eyes and released her breasts, smling fiendishly as she licked the cream from her lips, admiring the thick and healthy texture. She swished the cum in her mouth, pleased that a subtle sweet hazelnut taste filled her mouth. She swallowed the small amount of come, allowing the rest of the cooling puddle of seed to remain painting her breasts, face, and chin. The drow stared at his still hard tool, eager to see how much it would take to end his enthusiasm.

She looked at Kailen's eager member and reluctantly rose away from it...she did long to start taking pleasure for herself but it was time for the boy to start showing he could take orders. The captain went to the front of the stocks, her smile as wide as could be. She licked her lips in full view of the boy, letting him see that she had tasted his seed.

"A wonderful show slave," she said, getting up on her toes, so his face was right next to her breasts, "So much...is it because your beautiful mistress is better than you'd hoped, or have you just not had enough partners lately?" She teased, "not that I mind, you're quite delectable...in fact, why don't you have a taste?"

She held up breasts, shaking them so the cum pooled at the front of her large pillows, putting them in reach of Kaelin's mouth..."In fact, why don't you clean your mistress? I don't want your precious seed to go to waste...if you're good, maybe I'll let you have something even more appetizing than my breasts...something tighter an far wetter and warmer.

 

[Armphid]

Keilan's breathing was slowly returning to normal; he was a bit shocked by how quick and violent his climax had been. And it felt like he'd shot so much! Why? Was it because she was just that hot? He had been feeling kind of...okay, really, really turned on this whole time...it couldn't be...he wasn't into this kind of thing. Was he?

Cyreen moved into his field of vision and he couldn't help but let out a helpless, appreciative gasp at her. Gods, she was gorgeous and looked so rawly sexual. His jizz glistened on her ebony skin, almost startlingly white, streaking her perfection.

And she'd tasted it, eaten some of his cum. Fuck. Fuck, that was...he groaned and felt his cock, which had barely flagged, surge again below. "Mistress Cyreen, thank you, thank you so much."

Then she made her offer that became an order. To clean her? To...To lick off his own...and off her...and he'd have to...

Keilan's eyes were wide and he hesitated. He...he didn't want to do that. But if he didn't...oh, fuck, she'd punish him, he knew it. Gods. "Yes," he whimpered, "yes, Mistress Cyreen."

He stretched his neck forward as best he could. There was a smell coming into his nose that was vaguely familiar from when he'd jerked off in the past, the scent of drying spunk. His face was a study of desperate obedience and fear. His tongue wetted pink lips and then reached out and...contact.

A shudder ran visibly through his body as he tasted his own cum. It was still warm...it was sticky, thick, kind of greasy, and tasted...not...bad. Keilan felt a lurch in his chest at that. He shouldn't like the taste! What the hells was wrong with him?

The half breed boy licked at her offered tits, each sweep of tongue scooping more of his own cooling leavings into his mouth. He quickly found it tasted better warm. He never needed or wanted to know that. Just like he never wanted to know that...that he was starting...starting to like the taste of his own jizz!

It was so humiliating! His cheeks were bright red but he didn't pause in his efforts as he gathered and gulped down his load, little by little, his dock rock hard again beneath him. He felt so dirty. So low, like he was a whore almost. He kind of was though, he was getting paid for this, with his life.

 

[Strangebuddy]

"Good boy"

Cyreen moved her breasts around as the half-elf boy licked her clean. The drow did not take much physical pleasure from the act, the odd tingle from his tongue on her nipples notwithstanding, but the immense pleasure she got from watching Keilan fight against his instincts and seeing him become humiliated with the experience was an almost indescribable ecstasy. While Cyreen may have considered herself an enlightened member of her species, the will to dominate was still strong in her veins.

She kept pressing her ebony fruits against the boy's face until she was satisfied and his face was burning crimson. She admired her slave's state of embarassment for a moment, lowering herself down to be eye to eye with him. She stroked his hair and and started to kiss down his face from his forehead to his chin. She spied some cum on his cheek and eagerly slurped it down.

"It's all right, my little cum-slut. Just you and your mistress right now, enjoying your delicious seed. You must take care of yourself, I haven't tasted a batch this good in some time...though I've heard that orc cum tastes better, though I guess you'll be finding out soon enough."

She kissed him on the lips, wanting to comfort him. She liked this young man. He had a body that he could use to fuck her wildly when he was let off the leash and given some strength back...but he also was young, still possessing youthful naivete and nervousness. As much as a Drow could, she found him precious.

"Relax, he's a big softie. He'll use your body far more gently today than I'm planning to tonight." She smiled at Keilan, "tonight...since you've been so good, I think it would be fun to play at a more, "she spat out the next word, like it was a curse, "typical coupling. Just the two of us, master and slave...taking a break to play out a loving couple. You could take me any way you wanted. You could fill my womb again and again with the delicious seed your still tasting and take me like an animal if you wished; a little 'welcome to the family' gift for tonight."

She let him stew on that and walked over to grab an empty crate and dragged it over in front of Keilan, climbing atop it, then spreading her legs wide as she rolled onto her back. She then used the same magic on the crate that she had used on the post, rising it up until her mound was right in front of his face. The drow captain kept her legs spread but brought down her feet so they were pressing down on his back. She moaned and cooed as her wet slit felt the half-elf's warm breath on it.

"Here, if you find the taste that displeasurable, why not clean it out with something more appetizing?"

 

[Armphid]

Gods, her touch felt so good. She was a mystery to him; she was being so tender and yet still clearly held his fate in her hands. He had no doubt she'd kill him without hesitation if she wanted to; if he disobeyed or tried to run or do something foolish. That blend of kindness and ruthlessness was both alluring and seriously messing with his head.

His eyes went wide when she mentioned orc cum and his finding out what it would taste like. "A-an orc?" They were almost as bad as the Drown when it came to elves! And maybe half elves! And...and he heard they had huge green cocks and came with huge loads! That's why there were so many of them!

Her words somewhat put him at ease though. But even if the orc was a "big softie," as she said, he'd still have to...to suck a big orc cock and maybe even be fucked by it. ...Why did that his cock throb? Argh! Seriously, what was wrong with him?

But she gave him more to think about too. A night with her, just the two of them, pretending to be a couple? That...that sounded good. Really good. So much so that he almost felt it had to be a trap. But she hadn't lied to him yet, had she?

He was thinking about it so much; their bodies entwined, being buried in her pussy, pumping his cum into her. Could he knock her up? What would happen if he did? His distracting thoughts made it so that he didn't notice what she was doing until the tangy, earthy scent of her pussy hit his nose and he felt her warm legs pressing down on his back.

He blinked as her pussy was suddenly in front of his face. Her lips were engorged and slick with her juices and the little white tuft of hair above it was startlingly shocking in the color difference, just as much as pinkness of her interior. He licked his lips and let out a breath, his new owner cooing at the feel of it on her wetness.

"I've never wanted to taste anything more, Mistress Cyreen." It was true, he really wanted to keep her happy, which meant he really wanted to taste her sex. The trapped half-elf leaned forward as best he could in the stocks and ran his tongue up her slit from the base to tickle the tuft of pubic hair above it. Again and again and a fourth time, he licked long and slow up her sex and then back down again.

Her taste filled his nose and his mouth and he liked it. He'd done this a few times before; the priestess at the Temple of Sune would give him extra food for a little pussy licking but hers hadn't tasted like this! Keilan let out a soft moan as he struck his tongue past her labia and slid up and around, exploring and caressing the soft, hot, wet flesh with his clever tongue. He slipped it up and over her hood before the tip tapped against the button of her pearl. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over it swift and hard, then gave it a few slow licks, then back to the fast lashes, feasting on her cunt and focusing on her clit, wanting to hear and feel her pleasure.

 

[Strangebuddy]

"I've never wanted to taste anything more, Mistress Cyreen."

The Drow chuckled at his declaration and pressed her bare feet against his back and laid herself back so her head was hanging off the box. She wasn't expecting much from the boy this time but she was pleasantly surprised with skill as he daftly manipulated his tongue within her gash and then flicked against her precious bud. He wasn't the best she had ever had..but between her terrifying need and and his eagerness, she felt her hips began to rock against his ministrations, slowly riding against his face, pressing her slit deeper against his probing tongue.

She sat up slightly, panting with pleasure and her subsiding need, "Good slave...but harder, your mistress can take it harder than that." She let her hands go to her breasts, her deft fingers tweaking her nipples before she dug them in and started to squeeze and grope her fleshy orbs, "Come on Keilan, don't you want to hear me cry your name...make me beg to take you? This might be your only chance to make me beg and whimper over you. Her juices started to flow out and coat her labia. She was only half playing. While she wouldn't beg for ehat she could take, she was desperate for the type of pleasure Keilan could give her, the type where she would whimper like a child and cry over the beauty of her own orgasm...and without an audience and a dry spell of a month, she was more than ready to do that.

She rode him faster, smearing her juices against his lips as she tried to angle to get his tongue deeper inside her and for it to tap her clitoris. Her legs began to sweat from her rocking hips. "Yes Keilan yessssss...: she panted, licking her lips.

A sudden sound perked her ears: the patter of goblin feet. Cyreen tried to ignore it and started to let out a gentle wail as she rode against the half-elfs tongue.

 

[Armphid]

He did want to hear her cry out his name. He did want her to moan for him, beg him for pleasure. Keilan wanted to please her more than anything. In part, to hopefully ensure his survival, but more than that...this was a woman who deserved pleasure.

Her body was responding to what he was doing and that had to be a good sign. Her lips were wet and she was all but riding his face now, smearing him with the sensual juices of her ready cunt.

He drove his tongue deeper into her, shifting the angle to match the one she was using to ravish his face. His probing tongue went deep and moved as it did so, tracing her walls and feeling the tight, scorching confines of her insides. Whenever his tongue pulled out, he lashed it up to drive the tip against her pearl. Over and over and over, faster, harder, he drove himself to try and match her and more, to give her exactly what she wanted.

He thought he heard feet approaching, light and swift footfalls, but he pushed it out of his mind. He was not about to get distracted now! Keilan wanted Cyreen to cum, and not just cum, but to cream herself almost senseless. He wanted to give her that. To show his value was a slave and because it was the kind of worship she deserved.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Cyreen was impressed by Keilan's eagerness and allowed her pleasure to become more evident. She cooed and panted as he met her bucking hips and she slowly tightened her thighs against the sides of his face. The drow ruffled his hair and then gripped and pulled on his scalp before she released him and tossed herself back on the box so she could play with her breasts and open her eyes to see who the intruder was.

"Yes Keilan! YES! I need this. I'm so close my little slave...and I have such a nice treat for you...oh, gods."

The exaggerations and breast play served another purpose: to mask the presence of Sasha, who looked in awe, shock and more than a little jealousy, though whether it was of Cyreen or Keilan, only she knew. She gulped as her captain threw her head back and caught her steel blue eyes with her own blazing irises. The drow smiled viciously and mouthed three words to the goblin. A simple order that the goblin reluctantly nodded and headed towards the platform.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! KEILAN! I'M CUMMING! OH GODS I AM CUMMING!" Cyreen screamed, her month of forced abstinence finally coming to an end as a warming pleasure spread out from her clit and signaled an explosive orgasm that rocked her body with an electric pleasure that forced an unearthly moan out of her. "Yeeeeeeeees, yes, yes." She whimpered as her juices forced themselves out and onto Keilan's face. She practically sobbed with delight as she smashed her wet cunt against his face, "Yes my Keilan, clean your mistress. She's going to make you her perfect little slave. Precious, precious boy."

Sasha meanwhile had snuck her way to the platform. She tied her ocean blue hair back into a quick pony tail and licked her lips as she spied Keilan's cock. She hated that Cyreen had ordered her to do this. She had wanted to play with the half-elf onher own pleasure...but Cyreen had to be obeyed. She took hold of Keilan's cock and circled his sensitive glans with her tongue, briefly taking the head into her skilled mouth. She could taste the leftover bits of cum from his last ejacualte on and breathed his scent in, getting hotter as she released his head and began to lick up and down his shaft, covering his manhood in her saliva. She waited for Cyreen to speak and worked her mouth down to his scrotum, where she carefully used her free hand to find his right testicle and pulled it slightly so she could suckle on it with her lips as her other hand stroked his slicked shaft.

"That was very good Keilan, very good. Do you feel your reward? I'm afraid one of my band got a bit eager and wanted to suck your cock. She's probably the cutest member of my team, you should be honored...and she is veeeery skilled with her tongue. Do you want her to suck your cock? Do you want to fuck her throat little Keilan?" She teased, "well just beg her Keilan, say, "please suck me off Sasha, suck my unworthy cock."

Keilan was still wrapped in her afterglow. A good teasing was just the thing to keep the fires going. She wondered how the boy would react if he knew it was a goblin that was sucking him off.

 

[Armphid]

Her reaction made pride and hope swell in his chest. It had felt like she was about to pull out a handful of hair before she threw herself back an dlet him go. Her exhortations were laced with pleasure and anticipation and he was not about to disappoint her. His clever tongue lashed and rapped her clit, beating out an ever quickening passionate rhythm. Anything that drew a gasp or a moan he repeated faster and harder.

She screamed then and he wondered, hoped, that it was authentic. She hammered her sopping pussy into his face; smashing it into him again and again, her joy rushing and almost gushing out onto him. His mouth, his nose, lips, chin, were all drenched and coated in her juices. His cheeks and forehead spattered with the liquid shrapnel of her climax.

He ceased his assault on her clit but his tongue did not stop moving. With clever, probing sweeps he licked and lapped at her, capturing all of her release that he could. Cleaning her, just as she told him to. Just as that cooing, commanding voice ordered.

Then he felt a warm, small hand take hold of his cock and his breath caught in his throat. The bound half-elf froze as he felt plush lisp brush his head and a hot, skilled tongue run over it before he was briefly engulfed in warm wetness. "Ahh-HH! Oh, oh, gods," he breathed after a few startled moments.

Cyreen's voice was a purr as she teased him. One of her band? In his mind's eye, he saw another drow like her beneath him, licking over his cock. He let out a gasp as she started to lick and suck on one of his balls, her hand returning to pump him.

Was this a test? If it was...he might fail. It...oh, it felt good! And Cyreen seemed to want him to along. "Yes, yes, thank you, Mistress Cyreen. Please suck me off, Miss Sasha. Suck my unworthy cock. Please."

 

[Strangebuddy]

Cyreen reluctantly dismounted her position on the box and walked over to her new toy. Her legs wobbled from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she had to catch herself on the stocks. It had been far too long since her last release. The Drow attempted to make her collapse look like a planned feat of gymnastics, rather than the end result of her body's physical and mystical exhaustion. She let her lithe nude body descend so she was balancing on the balls of her feet and her face was mere inches from Keilan's. She watched the boy beg Sasha for the intimate comfort of her mouth and throat, knowing that he was completely oblivious to the nature of the woman who was underneath him.

Sasha was cute and far more conventionally attractive (by human standards) than the average woman of her race but her goblinoid features were still apparent and it was only thanks to years of practice that the goblin was able to keep her sharp teeth away from the boy's sensitive flesh as she let her lips move past his head and down his shaft, resting an inch past his penis' crown and then slid back, sucking and licking his penis as she drew back. The goblin smiled at the half-elf's begging, even though she hated it was Cyreen's doing. Still, it had been a long time since she had such a fine-looking, bound male to toy with. She began to actively bob her head while her left hand vigorously stroked his shaft and her right hand lightly squeezed his scrotum, her devious mind picturing what it would be like for the gorgeous boy to explode in her mouth. She bobbed deeper and deeper, till the spongy head of his cock was bouncing against her tonsils, making the goblin briefly gag before she slid back out and then plunged her mouth back down.

Cyreen watched her toy's face, not even speaking, just smiling. She wanted to drink in the boy's expressions as he was pleasured. She gave him a lingering kiss as she heard Sasha gag again on his cock, savoring the mix of flavors of their cum, saliva and sweat. She grinned at Keilan.

"Are you enjoying yourself, pet?" She brushed his head, "No need to hold back. You've been a good little boy and today will be all about welcoming you into our fold. We still have to get you out of those stocks and you need to pleasure another luscious lady after Sasha and the well-endowed friend I told you about earlier...and maybe you'll even get to experience your mistress's womanhood...are you starting to see the wisdom in your choice?'

 

[Armphid]

"Hhhnn, Gods, oh, fuck," Keilan panted as that incredible mouth worked his dick. His hands clawed at the air, still bound in the stocks, and his toes curled and uncurled. This wasn't his first blowjob, not that he'd had a lot of them, but it had never, ever felt like this. This Sasha's mouth felt better than some pussies he'd had! "Uhh, th-thank you, Mistress Cyreen, Miss Sonia, it feels, ahh, feels so good," he groaned.

The lurid, dirty sound of gagging and the feel of her throat constricting around his dick almost made him shoot right there. One of her hands was on his balls, expertly rolling and fondling them. It was so warm and...and small. His mind stuck on that for a moment. He'd thought it was another drow like his new mistress, but that couldn't be right. What...what was doing that to his cock now?

Before he could get too worked up about it, the ebony skinned beauty who had claimed him kissed him as Sasha again gagged on his cock. She smiled down at him; her teeth shockingly white against her dark gums and skin. Her sultry voice teased him with what was coming to him; another woman on top of the orc man? Gods, he'd almost forgotten about the orc man...he'd have to do what was being done to him now, at the least. On a big, thick, green, pulsing...why was this turning him on?

"Yes, Mistress," he answered. What else could he say? It was wisdom, not that he'd had any choice. He wanted to live. This was the only way. "You were right, are right, this was the, hhh, the right choice. Thank you, thank you for this chance, for my life, for this, ohhhh, GODS! For this pleasure!"

He was so close! Keilan's whole body was stiffening. Sasha could feel his balls tightening and getting ready, "Mistress Cyreen, Miss Sasha, please, please may I cum?" He wasn't sure he could stop himself if they said no but he thought it would be good to ask. He didn't dare to assume anything with this deadly woman, let alone the rest of her group.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Cyreen heard Keilan's question and let out a wide smile that was terrifying to behold. The boy was quite the good little sub. She wondered what she would have to do to get him to resist her. She then thought of little Sasha. She didn't hate her goblin companion but order had to be maintained and the little woman needed to be reminded of her place in the hierarchy.

Besides, what Cyreen had in mind would be delicious.

The dark elf snapped her fingers and Sasha instinctively stopped. No matter how much she wanted to continue tormenting the boy and enjoying his beautiful cock, the goblin knew she had to obey Cyreen. She started to rise to full height when Cyreen cleared her throat. The little goblin yelped and quickly got on her knees.

"Good boy, Keilan," she cooed approvingly, "you're a perfect little slut, aren't you? Quite submissive, eager to please, quite talented with our tongue...but I don't know if that's enough." She teased, letting her fingernail slide against the top of his throat. She let the thought of the possibilities of what would happen if he didn't get to join her band slide across his mind.


"Sometimes I like to take it easy, you know? I just need my warm, tight pussy to get fucked...hard. I like you little Keilan but I need to know you can fuck like a real man when you're not being my little bitch. If I were to say, let you out of these stocks and gave you a chance to fuck little Sasha...how would you do it?"

She heard the goblin start to protest but another finger snap silenced her.

"Before you came along, she was my favorite little bitch but she's only good at being a little worm, a cute little worm that occasionally needs to be stepped on so her ego doesn't get too big. If she didn't have other talents, I'd just leave her tied up at camp for the group to fuck at their leisure...oh who am I kidding, even with those talents she's barely half a rung above you in the pecking order."

She could practically feel the goblin fume.

"It would make me feel very...appreciative if I could just watch you treat her like the little bitch she is. I'd love to see what that body of yours could do when it's unleashed...and I'd like you to make the little slut squeal and grunt like a pig without shooting your seed until she cums...can you do that?"

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, "So tell me Keilan, if I let you out of the stocks, what would you do to Sasha?"

 

[Armphid]

He couldn't help but let a frustrated growling moan slip from him as the sensation on his cock stopped with a snap of Cyreen's fingers. The interplay between the two had him a little confused, especially when he heard the yelp from under him. ...That didn't sound like he imagined another dark elf would sound. The voice was too high. Who, or what, had been sucking his dick?

It was clear though, and his new Mistress' next words spelled it out, that Sasha was under Cyreen's authority as much as he was. Was she a slave too? Wondering about Sasha ended however when the dark elf's black skinned hand caressed his neck and her fingernail slid over his throat in a blatant threat. Oh, Gods!

Keilan listened to her speak and heard Sasha's voice again as she started to protest what the drow was suggesting. She...she wanted him to rape Sasha, basically. He felt a deep sense of wrong at that; he didn't want to do that! It was a horrible thing do to...but if he didn't...

She kissed him and he responded to the kiss; his fear and confusion in it as much as his frustrated desire. What should he say? What should he do? She was asking him to respond. No time to think! Oh, Gods save him!

"I'd...I'd fuck her brains out," he said after a few seconds of silence, his voice hungry. "I'd tear her clothes off and enjoy her body, grope her, manhandle her, before pushing her onto all fours and fucking her like a bitch in heat." That was what she wanted to hear; he knew it. And he would and could do it. His body was young and he was strong for his age and size.

"If she likes it rough," he then added. This was what was going to get him killed. Maybe. If Cyreen insisted, he'd give, but he had to try. "I can be hard and I can screw a woman like a beast, but I...I d-don't want to take anyone against their will." Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, why was he saying this? He was a dead man! His voice wavered far more than he wanted it to as he went on, "I-I will be your slave and if you order me to...I..." He shook his head, "But please, Miss Sasha, d-do you like a hard fuck?"

Cyreen hadn't told him not to speak to the other woman, after all...he was probably dead anyway. He was pushing back against her. If she insisted...he'd do it. He'd do it. What would happen now?