3 comments/ 26678 views/ 11 favorites Kylarena Ch. 01 By: penthesword Chapter 01: A Thief's Punishment Kylarena carefully checked in both directions down the darkened alley as she slipped her lockpicks out of the specially constructed pouch in her belt. It wouldn't do her any good to be caught at this point, as both the city guard and the Thieves' Guild looked down on freelance thieves rather severely. Kylarena viewed that as less of a hindrance and more of an individual challenge however, and by this time tomorrow she anticipated being well out of the city and on a ship on her way home after being stuck in this city for five hellish years. Not that she had been idle for those five years, however. Apart from working as a barmaid for the local tavern The Rampant Unicorn, she had perfected her skills at picking pockets, opening locks, and disarming traps. Her day job had proven more than worth the stares, wolf whistles, and occasional groping that she had to endure as drunken patrons often let spill information that they would have been better off keeping to themselves. Information such as how much coin they currently had on their persons and what sort of gemstones they had stashed in their private collections. Kylarena prided herself on being a non-violent thief. Sure, she kept a knife tucked through her belt, but that was more for utility and self-defence. She also prided herself on her athleticism and dexterity, but she didn't hold any illusions about her skill as a knife fighter. If she did end up in a conflict, she would much prefer to run or attempt to talk her way out of it if running wasn't an option. The lock proved easy to open, the tumblers sliding into place with a satisfying click, and Kylarena slipped inside, being sure to lightly close the door behind her. She found herself in the front room of the blacksmith Cvorag's shop. Assorted implements lined the walls as well as some pieces of armor and a few knives and hammers. Kylarena had been in the shop a few times previously, the most recent one being earlier in the day. Other than Cvorag, a surly bald-headed dwarf with a beard like black iron and small eyes set deep in his brow, there had been Trevor, a young human male, who handled the accounting and the transactions. Cvorag had predominantly busied himself with negotiating the work to be done and filling orders. Normally, Kylarena wouldn't have bothered herself with a blacksmith, what with iron goods tending toward the bulky, heavy, and not as valuable as gold or silver, but she knew that Cvorag had been recently commissioned by Hans Volterag, a local adventurer and something of a minor celebrity, to set a number of gems into the hilt of his sword. It was those gems that Kylarena had her heart set on. The only reason that she knew about the gems and the commission was because she had overheard Hans discussing it with his companions, and one of them had recommended Cvorag not only based on the quality of his craftsmanship, but also on his reputation of never having been stolen from successfully. Kylarena sincerely doubted that the dwarf had never been stolen from, especially in the city which was probably best known for both the quantity and quality of its thieves. It was possible that Cvorag paid the Guild the extortionate rates they charged for their "protection," but Kylarena had not seen any sign of watchers that she could discern, and even the ever present beggars seemed oddly absent from this portion of the city. The lissome thief crept carefully across the store front floor, slowly sliding one foot along before bringing the rear foot back up next to it in order to avoid giving away her presence with any creaking floorboards. She kept her breathing deep and slow, and her eyes were fixed on the floor lest Cvorag had decided to accessorize his shop with any hidden trip wires. She made it to the door that led deeper into the building without incident and said a silent prayer to Plia, goddess of thieves, that Cvorag disdained animals and so didn't have so much as a house cat let alone a guard dog patrolling his shop. She knelt down by the door and gently probed around it, testing for any hidden traps that Cvorag might have incorporated into the defense of his shop. Dwarves, by reputation, were a secretive, paranoid lot and Kylarena could only wonder why she hadn't run into any countermeasures more robust than the rather simplistic lock on the front door. She couldn't find any traps on the door, and the lock itself proved to be as easy as the lock on the front door. She was beginning to think that Cvorag's reputation was all talk, and that the dwarf had gotten lazy and complacent. Kylarena smiled, her tongue darting between her lips as she carefully opened the door, again making sure that she would not spring any surprises by opening the door. A long narrow hallway was open before her. Under disguise as a rich but bored merchant's daughter looking for a new set of spurs, she had taken a tour with Cvorag. It had been rather drab, the surly dwarf merely pointing at different doors and muttering things like "smithy" and "bedroom" and "vault." Still, it had been enough for Kylarena to create a mental map of the layout, and she knew that the vault where the gems were being kept could only be accessed through the dwarf's living quarters. She slowly counted her steps that she had memorized during her tour and reached out her hand, finding the door knob easily. She turned it, finding it unlocked, and pushed it open slowly. The door swung silently inward, a tribute to dwarven manufacture and maintenance. The room was too dark to make out details clearly, heavy drapes having been pulled shut over the windows to block out the ever present light of the city, but Kylarena could make out the large four-poster bed and could hear the heavy snoring coming from it. She smiled again. Here she was going to need a bit of light to work by, so she pulled a gem from her belt pouch and cupped it in her hands. It glowed with a dull red illumination, a bit of magic that had cost her a tidy sum, but in her opinion had been well worth the price. She saw her goal, a small door that that three consecutive locks on it. She had not been granted access this far into Cvorag's domain when she had been given the tour, but she had heard about the vault and its locks from a rival smith. Each one was a combination lock, needing a deft touch to open successfully. With Cvorag right in the room with her, it was going to be impossible to drill it open, and given what she had heard of its construction she wasn't sure she'd have been able to afford the drills to accomplish that anyway. She was still somewhat surprised that she had not run into more countermeasures up to this point, however. Given that dwarves were not able to use magic, and had an inherent dislike of those that did use it, she had expected to face more mechanical traps: needles, trip wires, nooses, crossbows designed to skewer trespassers. But... nothing. Not a one. Perhaps Cvorag truly did rely on his reputation more than anything else to keep his belongings safe. Kylarena had to admit that the safe was a thing of beauty, however. It was of solid steel construction, and each lock like nothing no one else possessed. Cvorag must have paid a small fortune to have it constructed, but from the little Kylarena had been able to gather even one suit of plate armor with Cvorag's mark on it would be enough to pay for three safes just like it. She reached out for the first lock and paused. She could have sworn that she felt a slight tingle run through her hand as it approached the metal of the lock. That was impossible though, wasn't it? After all, dwarves couldn't use magic. That was what everyone said. Kylarena sighed softly and pocketed the gem. She didn't need her eyes at this point, and she didn't want to add any further risk to Cvorag waking up. Reaching out again, she again felt the small tingle starting in her fingertips and running up her arm. She shook her head, then blew the stray lock of auburn hair that had fallen across her green eyes out of her way. The tips of her fingers touched the lock, and froze. Kylarena let out a small gasp and tried to move her fingers, but they refused to budge on the lock. She tried to pull them back, but it was if they were stuck to the metal. The tingling sensation that she had felt continued traveling up her arm and into the rest of her body. Hastily, she tried to gain her feet, but all she managed to do was slip and fall to the ground, her fingers still stuck to the metal safe. She bit down hard on her cheek, resisting the urge to cry and make her already bad predicament even worse. There she was, a supposedly expert thief, flat on her stomach in her mark's home with her fingers somehow stuck to a safe. Then she heard laughter, a dry, gravelly sound that didn't improve her mood any. Her mouth went dry and her palms got slick. She struggled, harder this time, to pull her hand away from the safe, but all she managed to do was get her other hand stuck to the metal as well. She heard a match be struck, and a lamp was lit. She looked to see Cvorag, naked, sitting on his bed with his feet firmly planted on the ground, the lamp held in his hand. The dwarf was like most of his kind: stocky and broad, only Cvorag was also bald and his iron grey beard was close cropped due to the inherent dangers of working in a forge. The light cast by the lamp gave his features an evil cast, a squat flattened nose, deep set eyes, a wide mouth with full lips, a mouth that was currently turned up in an evil smile. "Well, what have we here, eh?" the dwarven smith chuckled. "A thief, eh? And a pretty one at that," the dwarf chortled. He stood up from the bed, and Kylarena could see that the dwarf's manhood was quite erect, and it looked like it could challenge any of Kylarena's lovers in both length and girth. "What? How?" Kylarena spluttered, still struggling to free herself from the safe and not having any more success than she had previously. The dwarf didn't answer but reached down toward Kylarena with his free hand but she shied away from his touch. "Now don't pull away from me, wench, or I'll make you regret it even more. But to answer your question, that's just a bit of dwarven magic." "But dwarves don't know any magic!" Kylarena cried out, all but sobbing now. Cvorag laughed, deep and long, and Kylarena was shocked at the bitterness carried in its tone. "You are thinking of the mountain and hill clans wench," Cvorag said by way of explanation. He set the lamp down, well out of reach of Kylarena. He took something off of the nightstand next to his bed and when he turned back around, the young thief could see light reflected off of a steel blade. She scrambled away, trying to get as far away from the dwarf as possible, but it was difficult with her hands still stuck to the safe. Cvorag plucked the knife from her belt. "Bah!" Cvorag spat, examining the knife. "Human make, or I'm an elf," he said. "I'd say get a dwarf blade next time, but I'm not sure that there's going to be a next time for you." He leaned down, the knife in his hand clearly presented. Kylarena shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see what came next. She heard the parting of her leather outfit, and the feel of the cool night air on her skin. "Let's see what we have here," she heard Cvorag say. Kylarena felt the rough calloused hand of the dwarf crudely squeeze first her left breast then the right. "Not bad, not bad," the dwarf muttered. "Definitely better than I expected. Surely not a spring chick, but that's quite all right. " The thief felt the blood rush to her face. The leather catsuit that she had been wearing before the dwarf started cutting it off her body was designed to restrict her otherwise ample breasts, and without its constraints they hung freely with just a bit of sag to them. She tried to fight the dwarf off with her free hand, but it was as if his tendons were made of iron and she could as easily move his hand as she could pull free from the enchantment on the safe. The dwarf chuckled. "Struggle all you want, but that enchantment is one of my own design. You'll not be getting free of it before my say so. Didn't think dwarves knew how to use magic, did you? Well, my sunkissed brethren may have lost the knack, but I'm deep kin, from far under the earth. We remember the old ways better than most, and we look even less kindly on thieves than the kin that've gone to the surface." He roughly pulled on Kylarena's legs, twisting her so that she found herself face down with her legs stuck straight out behind her. She tried to kick away, but the dwarf held firm to her legs. "If you don't want my knife to slip, I'd be holding still if I were you," he cautioned. Kylarena bit her lip but did as she was told. She felt the cold blade of the knife slip against the skin of her thighs as the dwarf skinned her out of her outfit. "Mmmm, nice bit of ass you've got there too," the dwarf said, smacking her soundly on her rear as he complimented her. "Not like so many of you softskins with no rear to speak of." He squeezed it roughly and tried to work a finger between her thighs, but Kylarena squeezed her legs together tightly to stop his probing digit. "Hehehe," the dwarf chuckled. "We could have done this the easy way girly, but if you insist..." Kylarena felt the dwarf pull his hand away, and she twisted around to see if she could see him, but to no avail. She could hear the heavy tread of his footsteps as he moved away, and she felt her heart sink into her stomach when she heard the clink of chains. Despite what the dwarf said, she struggled even more to get away, with just as much success as she had had earlier. "Now then, where were we?" Cvorag chuckled. Kylarena tried to get her feet back under, but to no avail. Cvorag reached down with one of his hands and caught her ankle, snapping a manacle over it. She tried to kick at the dwarf, and even managed to catch him in the shin, but he didn't even have the good grace to acknowledge that it hurt, instead slapping the other manacle over it. "No no no no," she shouted as the dwarf ran his rough hand up the back of her thighs, over her ass, and up her back. He twisted his hand in her long hair and roughly pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch her back until she was staring up at him. "Afraid the word you are looking for is 'yes,'" the dwarf said, releasing her hair. He slapped another manacle over the wrist of the hand that was stuck to the safe. Cvorag grasped her other wrist, and cuffed it to the one that was already shackled. "See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" the dwarf asked. Kylarena was trying to think of a witty reply when he closed a collar down around her neck, attached to a piece of chain. He barked a short string of syllables that made Kylarena's teeth ache just listening to it, but then her hands were free. Not that she was truly free, per se, as her hands and feet were shackled together, and Cvorag had wrapped the chain from her collar around his fist more than once. "You can stand now," he said, sliding a hand under her arm and helping her get to her feet. "Come on now." Kylarena could only half-shuffle along, as the manacles on her ankles were chained such as to have only a little slack between them. She still stood head and shoulders taller than the dwarf, even if she was forced to bow down a bit from him pulling on the chain attached to her collar. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. Cvorag laughed. "To the forge, for a bit of fun." Kylarena tried to pull away at that, but Cvorag only gripped the chain tighter and pulled her head forward. "If you don't want me to drag you over the floor, I suggest you stop struggling," the dwarf said. "We can make this as easy or as hard as you like, and don't think that bruising you a bit is going to dissuade me at all." Kylarena ceased her struggling and allowed herself to be led to the forge. It was much as she remembered from her tour, with the different sized anvils, the assorted tools, the still-glowing bank of coals in the furnace. Of course now, given her circumstances they took on a whole new, sinister aspect. The dwarf pulled her over to a corner of the workshop that Kylarena didn't remember seeing much of. "Stay there, or I'll make you regret it," the dwarf warned, before turning his back on her. Kylarena tried to think what her options might be, but shackled as she was there was no way she could run from the dwarf, and the chain on her wrists was too short to let her get her narrow arms around the dwarf's broad neck. She racked her brain for a way out of the predicament that she found herself in, but was coming up with nothing. "Alright, there we are," Cvorag said. Kylarena blinked and stared, her knees going weak with fear. The dwarf had dragged out a wooden contraption that Kylarena recognized as being a pillory. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked, the fear in her voice causing it to quaver. Cvorag opened the pillory, then produced a heavy key from a chain around his neck. He deflty opened Kylarena's manacles on her wrists before pushing her down into the pillorry. She tried to push back against the dwarf, but he was too strong, and easily closed the heavy wood down on top of her. The ominous click-clack of the pillory being locked made her flinch in fear of what was to come. It was only mildly offset when she felt Cvorag unchain her legs, though he kept the manacles on her ankles. "Spread your legs, bitch," Cvorag growled, slapping her ass hard with the flat of his hand. Despite herself, Kylarena found herself growing slightly aroused regardless of her terror. There was something about being so exposed, so helpless in the face of her aggressor that was triggering something truly primal within her. She did as asked, and found her legs spread apart and chained in place. "Hmmm, that's more like it, isn't it?" Cvorag grumbled. "'Course, can't rightly be selling you without trying the goods first, can I? Wouldn't be able to properly attest to your value." "Sell me?" Kylarena squeaked. She felt the dwarf running his fingers up the smooth toned skin of her legs, over her ass, and then her stomach, but stopping short of her now dangling breasts. "You didn't think I'd be letting you go now did you?" the dwarf said. "That would be sending the wrong message. If you were a male, or a bit uglier, I might think of giving you over to the city guard or the thieves' guild. The guard would take your hand, but the guild, well they'd make you suffer a bit before they ended you. You and me, we're just going to have a bit of fun." Kylarena felt the dwarf run his finger up between her legs, and over her pussy. She tried to pull away but the pillory and the shackles prevented her from going anywhere. Cvorag chuckled. "The bad news for you is that I'll probably end up enjoying this more than you will. But I'm not completely heartless," he said. Kylarena couldn't see what the dwarf was up to, but she could hear him grunt as he lifted something and heard the heavy thunk as he set it down close behind her. The next thing she felt was his hot breath on her legs, blowing over her pussy. She felt his thick finger circle around her pussy lips then slowly slide up and down. She bit her lip, and tried to hold still, not wanting the dwarf to think that she was enjoying this in the least. It was harder when she felt his tongue press up between her legs, felt it start on her clit and then press up slowly. She let out an involuntary moan, her legs shaking slightly from the sensation. "You're a sweet lass, I'll give you that much," Cvorag chortled. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and worked his tongue into her pussy, causing Kylarena to moan louder. She could feel his beard tickling the inside of her thighs, could feel his nose pressed between her ass cheeks. She tried to ignore, to block out what the dwarf was doing to her, but it had been such a long time since she had been with anyone that she was having a hard time of it. The fact that she couldn't move, that she was completely helpless, just made it all the worse. Kylarena Ch. 01 Cvorag replaced his tongue with his finger, slowly pushing the thick digit into her pussy, causing Kylarena to jump a bit more. "Ahh that's big," she moaned out, feeling it stretch her open. "Better get used to the feel of that," he said. "I'll be pushing something a lot thicker and longer in there in a moment." The thief could only moan in response as the dwarf twisted his finger in and out of her pussy. She felt his rough tongue find its way back to her clit as he fingered her, the speed of it picking up. She felt herself approaching her peak, tried to fight against it. "I'm cumming you bastard!" she shouted, her entire body shaking as she climaxed. She breathed hard, panting, moaning louder. Cvorag hadn't stopped his ministrations as she orgasmed, but sent her crashing straight into another orgasm. She could feel his tongue working the inside of her thighs, lapping up her juices as her body quivered, her legs shaking with effort. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" the dwarf asked her, curling his thick finger up inside her and causing to moan uncontrollably. "If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me," Kylarena hissed in response. Cvorag laughed. "Oh don't worry, I will. But we're just getting started." He slapped her on the ass and pulled away from her, leaving her shaking and apprehensive for what was going to come next. He came around to within sight of her and began rummaging around among his tools. He produced a clay bowl that he filled with water from a jug, then dropped something into it. He placed the pot in amongst the glowing coals of the forge, right where Kylarena could see. "What's that?" she asked, trying and failing to keep her voice from quavering. Cvorag smiled at her. "Oh, just something for later," he said. He moved out of her field of vision, but was soon back, dropping a stool in front of her and standing on it. Given their relative positions, Kylarena couldn't help but observe that his cock was level with her face. As he had said, it was considerably thicker than his finger, and longer too. In fact, it looked disproportionately larger than the rest of him. "You're going to fuck me with that?" she squeaked. "Damn right I'm going to fuck you with that," Cvorag rumbled. "Just not yet. First you're going to give it a kiss." "What?" Kylarena asked, but before she had properly formed the question, Cvorag had grabbed her by the hair and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. "Now before you get any thoughts about using those teeth of yours, I want you to think carefully of the situation you are currently in, and just how badly it could still go for you." Kylarena swallowed nervously, but did as she was told, letting the dwarf slowly push his cock deeper into her mouth. She felt it stretching her mouth wider, but she was careful to keep her teeth off of it. "That's a good girl," Cvorag sighed with obvious pleasure. "Now move your tongue a bit, ah, yes, just like that. Not your first time sucking a cock is it?" Kylarena rolled her eyes, but couldn't answer even if she wanted to, what with the dwarf's dick deep in her mouth. His hands were still wrapped in her hair as he thrust back and forth into her mouth. Kylarena was slightly surprised that he stopped just short of the back of her throat, though she still had to be careful to breathe through her nose the entire time. She did keep her tongue moving though, taking the time to swirl it around the bulbous head and then back down the shaft. The dwarf was taking his time fucking her mouth, obviously enjoying the sensation and the image of the young thief with her lips wrapped around his manhood. She halfway hoped that she could make him cum in her mouth, and then he wouldn't be interested in fucking her. Cvorag glanced over at the fire and sighed, pulling his cock free of Kylarena's mouth with an audible pop. "Now don't go anywhere," he said with an evil chuckle. Kylarena could see him put on a heavy glove and fish the jug out of the coals, could see the steam rising from the mouth. He moved out of her range of vision , but could here him rustling around. Next thing she knew, something cold and hard had pinched her nipple followed by a sharp stabbing pain through her nipple. "Ahh!" she cried out, then felt something be clamped shut, a strange weight now attached to her. "What the fuck!" she screamed. The dwarf ignored her and the operation was repeated on the other side. "What the fuck are you doing you demented little fuck?!" she screamed. Cvorag chuckled in response. "You were lacking certain... adornments," he said. "So I just took care of that for you. Now... what did I do with that salve?" Kylarena was left, fighting back the tears as her nipples throbbed from being pierced. Eventually Cvorag found what he had been looking for, and smeared a cold jelly on and around her nipples that ceased the pain. "There, there," the dwarf said. "That should help with the pain some. Not to mention the healing process." He gave her ass a playful slap. "Now where were we?" "You were realizing that you just were going to let me go with a warning?" Kylarena replied, a desperate note of hope entering her voice. "Ha!" the dwarf replied, taking the stool and moving it back behind her again. "I guess it is good to still dream and have hope, isn't it?" Kylarena felt the dwarf run his hands down her back, the sides of her breasts, her belly, and her hips. She felt him run his finger back between her legs, sliding it over her sex once more. "Mmm, still wet, are you?" Cvorag said. "Does the little thief like being the helpless slut? Did my hard cock in your mouth get your juices flowing?" He pressed his thumb against her clit, causing her to moan. "Were you thinking what it would be like to feel my cock buried in your pussy, what it would feel like to be stretched over my dick?" Kylarena tried to shift her hips back and forth against Cvorag's thumb, but he simply pulled it away. She moaned in frustration, the fact that she was unable to move frustrating her even more. She heard the dwarf chuckle, and then he slapped her ass again. "Tell me what you want, slut. I want to hear you say it," he said. "Please, make me cum again. Please," she whined, surprised at herself. Here she was, bound and helpless, begging for this vile little dwarf to get her off. She felt a bizarre tingling in her nipples where she was pierced, and with a dawning horror realized that the dwarf had done something to her to make her feel this way. "What have you done to me?" she asked. "A bit of minor enchantment," Cvorag explained. "The rings are designed to make you more... tractable," he said. "I suppose I could have just used a more powerful version, but I like my fucks to have a bit of their original personality left, so they know exactly what's being done to them. I've found most of my customers feel the same way. These are rather special though, in that they also enhance any pleasure you feel so long as you are in a submissive or helpless posture. Much like the position you are in now." "Oh..." Kylarena moaned as she felt Cvorag rub the head of his cock against her pussy lips. "You bastard," she sighed as she felt him slowly push into her. "Gods yes, fuck me," she hissed between clenched teeth. She felt his hands on her hips, on her ass as he rocked against her, slowly pushing more and more of this long thick cock into her. "Ahh," Cvorag sighed. "You are a tight one." Kylarena felt him smear more of the cold jelly around her asshole and winced slightly as he probed it with a finger. "You've never taken it back here, have you?" he asked, chuckling. "N-no, never," she replied between short sharp gasps as he fucked her. She desperately wanted to push back on his cock, wanted to fuck him as much as he was fucking her, but was helpless to do so. She bit her lip, feeling him penetrate her fully. She rocked her hips back and forth against him, tried to squeeze him with her pussy. Her pussy felt so full, so stretched, but felt so good. She moaned louder as he pressed his finger into her ass, head shaking back and forth, the tingling in her breasts growing ever more intense as she was taken, traveling down to her clit. She had never felt so full before, couldn't wrap her mind around how good it felt to be fucked like this, even if it was against her will. "Oh," she gasped as she felt Cvorag pull all the way out of her pussy, only to plunge straight back into her, his balls slapping against her as he drove into her, causing the entire pillory to shake and sway. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. "You like being a little fuck toy, don't you slut?" Cvorag grunted as he thrust into her. "Yes, yes, fuck your toy. Fuck your little slut. Gods yes, dontstopdontstopdontstop." Her words soon turned to crescendo as she came hard, her entire body shaking from the sensation. A large part of her still hated the dwarf for what he was doing to her, hated the betrayal of her body, hated herself for being so stupid as to have fallen into the trap in the first place. Another, smaller part of her loved it though. Loved being used like this. Loved being taken hard and fast and deep. Cvorag laughed and pulled his cock free from her pussy and his finger from her ass. He slowly pressed the head of his cock against her rear entrance, his hands firmly grasping her waist as he pushed himself forward. "Wait, no, it's too big..." the thief started to say, her words turning into a gasp of pain and pleasure. "Ahh, now that is nice and tight," the dwarf sighed, exerting a gentle but firm pressure as he pushed into her. "I'd work on relaxing if I were you," he said. "It'll go better for you that way." Kylarena bit her lip, and tried to take the dwarf's advice. After all, it wasn't as if he had much choice in the manner. "Ennnnff," she groaned as she felt the head of Cvorag's cock push past her entrance. He held it there for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation before he started to push it deeper inside of her. "I... hate... you," she groaned as she felt the dwarf fuck her ass, deeper and deeper. He had settled on a slow, steady pace, working his cock in deeper and deeper, inch by inch. Kylarena had to admit that despite the pain, there was a definite pleasure to it as well, a feeling of fullness that she had never before experienced. "Hehehe. You might hate me, but you're loving my cock up your ass, aren't you slut?" Cvorag replied. "Fuck you're tight." "Fuck you dwarf," Kylarena moaned, closing her hands into fists so tight she was worried she was growing to break the skin. "Should I stop then?" he asked, ceasing his thrusts and leaving his cock sitting still in her ass. He slowly circled her clit with one fat finger, but stopped short of actually touching it. The tingling sensation in her nipples hadn't ceased growing more intense, and she felt she could cum if only her tormentor would fuck her, would tease her clit, or even play with her breasts. Hell, she knew she would cum if only she could touch herself, but given her current predicament that was out of the question. "Please," she said, quietly, desperately. "Please what?" asked Cvorag. "Please fuck my ass," she replied. "Tell me you love it. Tell me you love having my cock up your ass," the dwarf said, laughing. "Yes, yes, I love having your thick dwarf cock up my ass. I love how you fuck me. Please fuck my ass!" she screamed. Cvorag obliged her by ramming his dick straight back into her ass, not stopping until his balls smacked against her. Kylarena responded by screaming in pain and pleasure, then surprised herself by going up an octave when the dwarf found her clit and pinched it between two fingers, pulling and rubbing it all at the same time. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes," the thief screamed as she came again. "Fuuuck," moaned Cvorag, the thief's orgasm finally causing him to go over the edge, unleashing a torrent of cum deep in Kylarena's ass. Slowly, he pulled his cock free from her, the action triggering another small climax for her. She was exhausted, her entire body weak, her legs just barely keeping her upper body supported. Both her pussy and her ass felt stretched and used, and her nipples were beginning to ache despite the salve the dwarf had put on them. She couldn't see Cvorag, but could hear him puttering around behind her. She felt a warm wet cloth being applied to her thighs, her pussy, her ass as the dwarf cleaned her up. "I'll definitely be able to fetch a good price for you," the dwarf chuckled. He grabbed hold of the chain that was attached to her collar and looped it through a ring that had been screwed into the forge, locking it in place. Only then did he unlock the pillory. Kylarena collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, her legs giving out completely. Looking down at her breasts, she saw that two thick steel rings had been inserted through her nipples. She was only thankful the dwarf hadn't decided to pierce her anywhere else. She didn't even resist when he chained her hands back together. "Hmm. Will probably have to keep the shop closed tomorrow," the dwarf mused. "After all, I'll need to find a buyer for you, now won't I?" He reached down and ran his hand against Kylarena's face. The dwarf disappeared into the back room, soon returning with a blanket. "Get a good night sleep," he told the thief., wrapping her in the blanket." You're going to need it." Kylarena Ch. 02 Kylarena woke up to the sound of the door of the blacksmith's shop being opened. She was wrapped in the thick blanket that Cvorag had left her, but other than that she was completely naked. Somewhat surprisingly, her ass and pussy didn't ache the way that she thought they would after the ravishment she'd received from the dominant dwarf, but the distinct mixture of pleasure and pain in her nipples was a definite reminder that they'd been pierced as part of her punishment. She shifted slightly, trying to wrap the blanket around herself more fully, but it was difficult with her hands manacled and chained to the iron ring that was set into the stone of the forge. She could only imagine what a mess she must look like. Her auburn hair that she usually kept pinned up and out of her way hung messily around her face. She felt ashamed that the dwarf had used her so fully, the dwarf having fucked each of her holes, and even worse she had submitted to it, finally begging the dwarf to fuck her. She'd even begged him to fuck her ass. She was nervous as well, as Cvorag had stated outright that he planned to sell her. Given what the dwarf did to her last night, she doubted that she was going to be sold as a laborer. Still, she was alive and that meant that she still could escape. Even if Cvorag proved too efficient a jailer, there was always the hope that the person who bought her would be less attentive. "Well, well, what have we here?" she heard a voice say. She looked up to see a young man, still with traces of acne on his cheeks and a bare wisp of a beard on his chin. She recognized him as Trevor, Cvorag's assistant and the one that handled the more standard orders. He was currently smiling like the cat that got the cream. "Don't tell me that someone was actually foolish enough to try and steal from old Ironbeard, were they?" "Shhh," Kylarena said, seeing that there was a possible way out of her predicament. "Don't wake him up," she said. "That bastard kidnapped me off the street and he... he took me. Right here in the forge. Please, I'm from a good family, and you could get a rich reward if you help me escape. I promise, just don't wake him up." Trevor walked back to the front door, and dropped the latch ensuring that it was locked. "A good family you say? Why were you out and about unescorted? That's not just not something a girl from a good family does." Kylarena bowed her head, bit her lower lip. "I snuck out of my house. I was rendezvousing with my lover." "Oh I see," Trevor said, nodding his head. "Your family does not approve?" "That's right," Kylarena said, allowing a note of hope creep into her voice. "Please you must help me." "I'd be risking an awful lot if I do that," Trevor said, leaning against a nearby table. "I let you go, Ironbeard in there is going to know it was me and then I'm out of a job. What do you have to say to that?" "My family could employ you," Kylarena said. "I'm sure that if such a brave young man helped their eldest daughter, they'd be more than happy to reward you with a job." "So now it's employment and coin you say," the young man said, his smile growing wider. "What did you say your family name is again?" "It's Charamand," Kylarena lied. Charamand was a fairly minor noble house that she'd robbed earlier in the month, hence why it sprang to mind so easily. "I see," the young clerk said. "So your family will reward me with an indeterminate amount of coin and a vague promise of employment if I but help you escape my current employer. Interesting. So what will you offer then in exchange for my assistance?" "I'm sorry?" Kylarena asked, blinking. "Well, you've been very fast and loose with your alleged family's rewards, but I can't help but feel as if you're reluctant to offer anything of your own. Surely you must have something?" Trevor candidly appraised the thief, and Kylarena could feel the color rise in her cheeks. She felt she must be at least eight years older than this pup, and hated the fact that he was in a position of power over her. That realization, that she was subservient to this man, sent a more than distracting tingle through her nipples and she bit her cheek to keep from moaning out loud. "I... I don't have anything to give you," she said, hesitant. "Your master took everything." Trevor smiled at the thief, and Kylarena's heart dropped. He reached down, gently but firmly pull the blanket from her hand and partially exposing the tops of her breasts. "There are two ways of paying for something, Master Cvorag always said. The first is by an exchange of goods. A customer trades coins for a sword or a milk cow for a new plough. The second is by exchanging services. For example, fixing an axe in exchange for collecting on a debt. Surely there is some service that you can provide that might convince me?" "You want me to...?" she couldn't bring herself to say it, but she felt the tingling in her breasts intensify as the enchantment in the rings took over. "You can say it, can't you?" Trevor's smile got even bigger and wider. Kylarena shook her chains slightly under the blanket. "There's not much I can do like this, is there?" "Oh, you and I both know that's not true," the young clerk said. He untied his breeches, much to Kylarena's shock. She averted her eyes and felt her cheeks grow hot even as she felt her pussy grow wet. "Now, I believe you were going to offer me something?" Kylarena sighed and shifted on her knees. That caused the blanket to fall further down her body, revealing her full breasts with their pierced nipples. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, and she found herself breathing harder than normal. "Would sir like me to suck his cock?" she asked. "That would be a good start," Trevor said, pushing his breeches the rest of the way down his legs. Kylarena eyed his cock, already half-hard and growing harder every moment. "Well?" he said, shuffling closer to her. She leaned forward, her hands resting awkwardly on her knees as she took Trevor's cock into her mouth. She already knew that it wasn't going to be as thick or as long as Cvorag's but the simple fact that she felt it getting harder in her mouth turned her on. She worked her tongue slowly around the head before pushing her mouth further on to the shaft. She felt his hands take hold of her hair, pull it back away from her face as she worked her mouth on his cock. She heard him groan as she pulled back, lightly grazing him with her teeth, before pushing back down on him. She went a little too fast, and gagged slightly, but went straight back down anyway. She felt him hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed and swallowed, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. "I knew it wasn't your first time," Trevor groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. She could feel him thrusting his hips toward her, fucking her mouth. She held her head still, flicking her tongue back and forth over his cock. Maybe if she made him come quickly she'd be able to get away. A not-so-small part of her however wished that it was her pussy that his dick was violating instead of her mouth. She gave a small gasp and coughed a little when he pulled his dick out of her mouth entirely. "Liking that aren't you?" Trevor asked. "Little slut like you loves being taken, don't you?" Kylarena ran her tongue over her lips as she looked up at Trevor with her big green eyes. "Yes, I do sir. Are you going to come in my mouth sir?" Trevor ran his hard cock around Kylarena's lips, keeping it just out of reach of her mouth. He couldn't believe how hard she was trying to get him back into her hot mouth, even after he forced her to deep throat him. As it was, she made sure to stick her tongue out and lick as much of his cock as she was able to reach. While she did so, he leaned down and cupped her breast, his fingers then finding and pulling on the ring the dwarf had pierced her with just the night before. She gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure, a gasp that soon turned into a muffled moan as Trevor fed her his cock again. Trevor made her take him all the way down again, and Kylarena once more allowed him to enter her throat when they both heard the deep rumble of a certain dwarf clearing his throat. "So Trevor, I see you've been making the acquaintance of our newest piece of merchandise?" Cvorag asked. The dwarf carried a satchel under one arm, but was otherwise dressed in the heavy leather apron and functional clothes he typically wore at the forge. Trevor quickly pulled back, fumbling as he tried to pull his breeches up and securing them. "M-merchandise Master Cvorag?" he asked. "That's right," Cvorag said. "Caught the bitch trying to steal from me! As if some two bit tramp could rob Cvorag Ironbeard! I figured I could turn her over to the guard, turn her over to the Guild, or sell her to an interested party." He cast an appraising eye over Kylarena's half-naked form. "I have to admit being a bit surprised to find my clerk's cock down your throat at this early hour." The dwarf grinned. "Those rings doing there trick are they?" "I-I might have implied that if she gave me a blowjob I'd help her escape," Trevor explained. Cvorag cocked an eyebrow at his clerk. "Did you now? I do hope you weren't intending on seeing that promise through now, were you?" Trevor shook his head rather vigorously. "No, no of course not. Though she claimed to be just a noble whom you'd grabbed off the streets." Cvorag smiled, revealing his hard flat, iron grey teeth. "Did she? Ha! She's about as noble as my right ball. She does have a quick tongue on her, in more ways than one, I'll give her credit for that." He looked over at Kylarena. "I didn't say you could cover up, did I? Drop that blanket." Kylarena hastily did as she was told, her full breasts once more exposed to the open air and she felt her face flush once again. She still felt hot and wet, her nipples and clit aching for attention. She shifted her legs back and forth, squeezing her thighs together as she thought about what Cvorag had done to her last night, what he might still do to her. Much to her chagrin, a not so small part of her yearned for it. "Don't tell me you've gone soft now," Cvorag chuckled. "You better finish him off girl," he said. "Otherwise he'll be even more useless than usual, what with thinking about your mouth and all." Kylarena surprised herself by purring happily and grabbing for Trevor, pulling him back toward her, causing him to stumble slightly. She quickly yanked his pants back down and sucked his semi-hard member back into her mouth. She moaned happily around his cock, the exhilarating feeling in her nipples only increasing the faster and deeper that she took it. She felt Trevor's hands in her hair, heard him curse and moan as she worked her mouth, her tongue, her lips on his dick. She reached a hand up, gently cupped his balls and massaged them as he pumped his cock back and forth into her mouth. She obliged by keeping her head still, letting him fuck her mouth at the pace he wanted. She felt his balls tighten up, and then he was cumming, exploding deep into her mouth, filling it with his thick, salty load. She swallowed desperately, wanting to take all of it, but it came too hard and fast for her, and some of it dripped out of her mouth, down on to her breasts. Finally Trevor pulled his cock out of her mouth with a sigh, and she ran her fingers around her mouth and across her breasts, scooping his cum up and into her mouth. Her biggest regret was that she hadn't reached her own orgasm yet. She wondered if Cvorag would take her now. "Get dressed boy," Cvorag grumbled. "I'm expecting company this morning, and the last thing they're going to want to see is your skinny little prick waving in the breeze." "C-company?" Trevor stammered, hoisting his trousers back over his rapidly deflating cock. "Isn't that what I just said?" Cvorag grumbled. "What, do you have granite between your ears? You didn't think we'd be keeping her, did you?" he said, pointing at Kylarena. The thief blushed and looked down. Part of her desperately wanted to pull the blanket back up over her breasts, but she knew that Cvorag hadn't given her permission and she didn't want to test what the consequences might be. Her head felt all fuzzy, as if her head was stuffed with wool. She was having a hard time thinking clearly. She knew that she wanted cock though, and she didn't really care how she got it. She felt a bitter pang of disappointment when it became apparent that the dwarf wasn't going to fuck her, and she wished that she'd offered Trevor something other than her mouth for his help. "I really didn't know," Trevor said. "Oh. Right," Cvorag said, running his hand over his bald head. "I guess it has been a while since anyone's tried stealing from me. Almost five years or so, I reckon." Cvorag laughed and shook his head ruefully. "So yes, quite a while. Used to happen a lot back when I first opened the shop. Then word started to spread. Men who tried to break in I usually turned over to the guard or the Guild. Women," he leered at Kylarena, "I usually fucked first and either let go or sold. I started out as a slaver you know," he said. "Magic collars, enchanted bracelets and the like. There's a large demand for you upworlders Down Below, especially women." The dwarf shrugged. "Somewhere along the line I made the transition from a slaver disguised as a smith to a smith who occasionally engaged in a bit of slavery. I'd almost forgotten what it's like to watch someone break as you fuck them, to feel their mind slowly crack," he said, tossing an evil leer at Kylarena's direction. "Thanks for reminding me." Trevor shifted nervously, and Cvorag caught him eyeing the door. "Oh, lighten up there, Trevor, I'm not going to do anything to you. Still, like I said, I am expecting a bit of company and it would be best if you were both on your best behavior, understand me?" "Yes sir," they both replied, then looked at each other. "Good," Cvorag smiled. He tossed the satchel at Kylarena who barely managed to catch it. "Get dressed," he said. "I need to talk to the boy here." Kylarena stood up and stepped out of the blanket that she had slept in the night before. She moved around the forge as much as the chain that bound her allowed, soon locating a cloth and water. She cleaned herself up as best as she could, shivering at the chill of the water, then looked into the satchel. Despite the degradation that she'd already been subject too, she found herself blushing as she considered what it was that Cvorag expected her to wear. First there was the small black leather top that did little more than push her not inconsiderable bust up and out. There was so little material to it that her nipples were barely covered and a substantial part of her areola could clearly be seen. Her nipple piercings pressed against the material readily apparent to anyone who cared to look. It was complemented by a pair of leather panties that were high cut up on her leg and left a substantial part of her ass exposed. Rounding out the ensemble was a pair of black leather ankle boots with a wicked heel on them. Kylarena thought that she'd be lucky not to stumble while walking any faster than a walk, and she knew that she'd have to affect quite a strut to walk in them effectively. She combed her fingers through her sex tangled hair, trying to get the majority of the knots out. She looked around for anything that she could use to put it up, but settled for letting her hair settle just past her shoulders. "Mmmhhmm," Cvorag hummed. "Doesn't she look good enough to fuck?" he asked his apprentice as they reentered the forge. "Of course that was true before she put any clothes on too." Before Trevor could respond, there was the sound of horses just outside of the shop, along with the distinct sound of a carriage's wheels trundling over the cobblestones outside. There was a slow, heavy pounding on the door, as if someone was striking it with a hammer. "Ahh, that would be the buyer now," Cvorag said, the dwarf's face lighting up with a huge smile. "Oh, don't look so glum Trevor. At least you got your dick sucked this morning. When was the last time that happened? No, don't answer that question, I don't want to know. But please, open the door." The first figure through the door was simply the largest person that Kylarena had ever seen. It was impossible to tell how tall he was as he stooped low so that his cowled head would not bump against the ceiling. His wide shoulders were proportional to his height, making the forge suddenly seem very cramped. When he pushed back the cowl of his hood, she took an involuntary step backward and gasped in fear. The squashed, lowered brow and jutting tusks marked the figure as an ogre, a brutish creature if ever there was one. His very presence went against the laws of the city under pain of death. The second figure was but a shadow of the first, slight and built like a fencer- all long limbs and grace. When that figure lowered its hood to reveal an obsidian complexion and ears that came to knife points, Kylarena felt the fear gripping her upon seeing the ogre burst forth into full-blown panic. Dark elves were infamous for their casual sadism and vile practices, and slavery was a well-known and integral part to their society. A large cudgel was looped through the ogre's rope belt, and she noted the dagger in the dark elf's belt. "Cvorag, old friend, how are you?" the dark elf asked. "Avathexis, you rogue," Cvorag said, coming forward and clasping the dark elf's hand in his own. "I've been well, though it has certainly been too long, hasn't it?" he asked. The dark elf nodded, though his eyes were fixed on Kylarena. "Indeed it has. I take it this is the girl you sent the message about?" Cvorag snorted. "You don't see any other girls about do you?" he asked. Avathexis smiled. "No, I suppose not. I can assume that she is not a virgin?" Cvorag grinned. "Not in any conventional sense of the term," he admitted. The dark elf nodded. "Not that it matters, for my purposes, but it is good to know these things in advance." He approached Kylarena, and the thief could not help but notice how graceful he was, how supple his movements, and even more importantly, the aura of danger that seemed to surround him like a heavy cloak, threatening to choke off the very air she breathed. He reached out a hand, brushed it across her breasts. She gasped as his fingers found her nipples, caressed them through the thin leather of her top. "Receptive, isn't she?" Avathexis commented. "Err, well, I may have something to do with that," Cvorag admitted. Avathexis arched an eyebrow at the dwarven smith. "The collar?" he asked. "Nope," Cvorag said, coming around and palming one of Kylarena's breasts. The dwarf's large hand couldn't completely close around her heavy tit, but it did manage to press right on the piercing. Kylarena arched her back and pressed her breast harder into his hand, a throaty moan escaping her lips as she was groped. "I've altered the enchantment a bit since last time. Nipple rings seemed more appropriate." The dark elf laughed. "And is that the only place she was pierced?" he asked. Cvorag brushed the hair away from Kylarena's ears, showing the small golden loops there. "She's had her ears done, but that wasn't by me. Her tits are the only thing I did." The dwarf tugged down Kylarena's top down off of her breasts, revealing her puffy, pierced nipples. The thief found herself getting uncomfortably aroused by the forced exposure, but decided that it was going to happen if she fought back or not. She decided to bide her time, instead. "She's definitely attractive enough," Athavexis said. He flicked his finger against one of the nipple rings, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to shoot through Kylarena's body. "How well does she perform?" Kylarena Ch. 02 "Oh, she'll serve," Cvorag said. "I made sure of that, as well." "Interesting. Perhaps I should invest in these rings of yours, Cvorag." The dwarf shrugged. "You could do that. They don't come cheap though," he said. "But this time?" "This time is different. The fool girl thought she could steal from me! No one steals from Cvorag Willsmither and gets away with it." The dwarf grinned, a huge, fell expression on his flat face. "I can't rightly keep her here though. My more honest customers might question it, and well... slavery is technically illegal." "Ah, so you contact your dear friend Avathexis who doesn't have such limitations, is that it?" Cvorag chuckled. "Don't tell me that you're going to play the innocent card, old friend. We both know better than that, and it's a well-known fact that you are often looking for new blood. Anyway, you even being in the city is illegal, so why would you balk at a little slave trading?" Avathexis sighed. "Yes, yes, but appearances must be kept up. Still, I do appreciate you giving me the chance to see her first." "We're agreed then?" Cvorag asked. "We are agreed," the dark elf replied, but then held out one hand, palm out. "First though, there is a small matter." Cvorag furrowed his brow. "What matter is that then?" "I cater to a rather eclectic clientele," Avathexis replied. "Some of them are rather less than gentle with the merchandise. I need to know that she'll be able to be well used, without breaking." Cvorag grunted. Kylarena's eyes got a touch wider, sweat beading on her forehead. She wasn't sure what the dark elf had in mind, but she was certain it couldn't be good for her. "What did you have in mind?" the dwarf asked. "I can assure you she was plenty pliant when I took her last night." The dark elf chuckled. "I'm sure she was. No, I was thinking more along the lines of my associate here," he said, indicating the ogre. The ogre, for his part, stood there impassively, no sign of conscious thought flickering in his eyes at all. Kylarena had nearly forgotten his presence, but Avathexis' pronouncement made her realize just how present, and large, he was. "What?" Kylarena gasped. "You can't be serious? He'll tear me apart!" "Oh, I rather doubt that," Avathexis said. "Though to be fair, I imagine that he's quite a bit larger than what you're used to. Tell me Cvorag, do you still have that lovely ointment that you used to carry everywhere?" Cvorag snorted. "Normally I'd charge for this," the dwarf said, "but I'm curious if the slut can take it. Give me a moment." After Cvorag disappeared into the back room, Avathexis stepped up to Kylarena. Smiling at her, he slipped his fingers into the waist of her leather bottoms and slowly peeled them off of her. The thief shivered at his touch, felt a pleasant tingle wind its way up from between her legs to the tips of her nipples. The dark elf ran a long thin finger up between her thighs, and without conscious thought she parted her legs. She moaned, low and long, when he found her clit, slowly flicked his finger back and forth, back and forth against it. She reached down, grabbed his wrist, holding him between her legs as he fingered her. "Please," she whispered, but even so she wasn't sure what she asking. Did she want him to stop? To get her off? To help her escape? Slowly, inexorably, the dark elf pulled his hand from her grasp, slowly ran his finger slick with her juices around her lips, finally pushing it into her mouth. He gave her a wide smile, revealing his too-pointed teeth as she sucked on his finger. "Here we are," Cvorag said coming back into the smithy. He was carrying another jar of ointment, much like he had last night, and Kylarena shuddered when she thought what use he would put to it now. "Good," Avathexis said. "Strip," he commanded the ogre. The ogre set down his cudgel on the floor with a heavy thud then fumbled with his cloak, rough shirt and oversized trousers. He sported an enormous gut, hair sprouted in unexpected and unfortunate places, and most distressing to Kylarena the cudgel he carried wasn't the only club he was sporting. It wasn't even semi-hard yet, and it already looked larger than any cock any of her former lovers possessed. It looked decidedly larger even than the biggest toy she owned. She felt suddenly grateful that Cvorag had more of that ointment on hand. "Bend over girl," Cvorag told her. "Trust me, it'll be easier that way. Or do you want to get in the pillory again?" Kylarena shook her head and turned around, bending over a bench that Trevor dragged over. She pushed her ass up and out, color coming to her cheeks at being exposed to so many men at once. She felt Cvorag grab her legs, spread her thighs further apart. She tried to keep from moaning, but one escaped her lips anyway as the dwarf proceeded to rub the ointment over her pussy. Her moaning picked up in pace when she felt him insert a finger between her pussy lips, worked it in and out. She gasped when her pushed a second finger in, and then gave a small yelp when he added a third. "That's... that's too much," she said, twisting her head and trying to see what the dwarf was up to. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, and she gave a small sigh of relief. Her relief was short lived and she jumped forward when she felt her pussy violated again, felt it being stretched. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," she breathed, biting her lip and tears starting in her eyes. She knew that the ointment was helping, felt it numbing her, preparing her for the violation to come. "Easy now," Cvorag said. "That's just four fingers there. Trust me, you'll thank me for doing this later." Kylarena didn't respond, just held tight to the bench and tried not to think too hard about what was happening to her. She hated to admit it, but what the dwarf was starting to do to her felt good. Really good. She was fairly certain those damn nipple rings had something to do with it, and the ointment certainly helped as well, but just the feeling of being so full was playing havoc with her libido. "Ahh, that's it," Cvorag said, but before the thief could ask, she felt something give and she realized that he had his whole hand inside of her. She gasped and moaned, but pulling away just made him follow her, increasing her lust to new heights. She bit her lip, moaned louder, felt her nipples, her clit feel like they were charged. Slowly, slowly, Cvorag pulled his hand out of her which was both pain and pleasure so intertwined as to be indistinguishable. "Please," Kylarena whispered. "Please let me cum." Avathexis chuckled. "You weren't kidding with this one, were you?" "Not at all," Cvorag replied. "She's ready now. Or as ready as she's going to be." Kylarena heard the heavy thud of the ogre's footsteps, felt his presence behind her, tried to keep herself from shaking. She felt his massive hands, each easily large enough to close around her entire head, latch on to her hips. She felt his massive cock pressing between her legs, but after having been fisted by the dwarf she felt more confident that she'd be able to take him. She braced herself against the bench, tried to relax her body as much as possible. "Shiiiit," she groaned as the ogre thrust his cock into her. He wasn't gentle, or slow, or interested in anything other than his own pleasure. He smelled her growing arousal in the air hanging heavy like cheap perfume. Her lust sparked his own, had awakened the leviathan that lived between his legs. His usually dull eyes lit up with a devious lust: a desire to take, to possess, to dominate. The ogre didn't care about the size difference, he just knew that there was a female in the room and that she was ready. "Too much, too much, too much," Kylarena panted. "Oh god, stop" she screamed, her voice going up several octaves into a keening wail as she felt the head of the ogre's cock pressing between her legs, stretching her pussy even wider than the dwarf's hand had. "You're not going to have trouble with the neighbors, are you?" Avathexis asked. "Perhaps we should have gagged her first." Cvorag shook his head, his eyes fixed on the ravishment the buxom thief was receiving. "Don't need to worry about that," he said. "I made sure a long time ago that the forge is well-proofed against sound. It's one of the reasons I'm so well liked in this neighborhood. I have the quietest forge around." "Argh, you're splitting me apart," gasped the thief. She couldn't believe just how deep the ogre was, and it seemed he kept going deeper. Her full breasts swung back and forth underneath her, and her arms ached from holding herself up on the table. She wanted to reach back to play with her clit, thinking that might help, but she was afraid to let go, afraid that if she did the ogre would plow her right into the floor. She could hear the ogre grunting as he fucked her, could feel his immense cock throbbing in her pussy. She could only imagine how tight she must feel to him. Finally, she felt him hit her cervix, letting out a low moan when she did. "I'm not sure what good she'll be to you after getting fucked by that brute," Cvorag observed. Avathexis shrugged. "You let me worry about that," he said. "She is taking it extremely well though. Just what is in that ointment?" Cvorag winked at him. "Trade secret. But I'll throw in a dozen jars for a hundred gold pieces." "A hundred gold? You old swindler, I bet its nothing more than willow bark and lubricant." "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Kylarena shouted. The ogre picked up his pace and was driving his massive dick hard into her, short hard thrusts that were pushing her and the bench forward until it hit the forge and couldn't go any further. "It's too big!" she screamed. Her body was slick with sweat, her face flushed from the effort of being fucked so completely. Then she was convulsing, her entire body shaking from one tremendous orgasm. She screamed as she came, her eyes rolling back into her head, bucking back against the ogre who threw his head back and howled as he came, flooding her pussy with his seed. "Did I mention that it also acts as a contraceptive?" Cvorag added. "Truly?" Avathexis asked. The ogre pulled himself out of Kylarena, his massive cock slowly deflating. Kylarena collapsed on the floor of the forge, cum and lube leaking out of her gaping, thoroughly used pussy. She breathed heavily, her hair once more a mess, her body aching. She looked down, could see on her body where the ogre's hands had been, the red marks on her otherwise smooth skin. She wasn't sure if she'd even be able to feel a normal sized cock again, worried that she was ruined for normal sex. Then she remembered that she was being sold to the dark elf, and wondered if she was ever going to have "normal" sex again. She felt incredibly drained, like she'd just been running for an hour. "Right," said the dark elf. "A hundred gold for a dozen jars you said?" "That's right. Trevor, help her get cleaned up will you?" Cvorag barked at his assistant. Trevor ran and got a wash basin of clean water and towel. He ended up having to position her to clean her up, as she was practically catatonic. Still, that didn't stop him from caressing her breasts, her stomach and her legs more than was absolutely necessary. He did stop after a bit as he definitely preferred it when she was more responsive. "Err... is she going to be alright?" Trevor asked. A thin line of drool was hanging from her mouth, and her eyes were closed. Cvorag and Avathexis both nodded. "She'll be fine," Cvorag said. "See about getting her dressed as well, won't you? There should be a cloak in the back room. I'm assuming you aren't going to be staying in the city for long?" "Unfortunately not, old friend," the dark elf said, clapping the dwarf on the back. He watched as Trevor struggled to dress the non-responsive thief in her black bra and panties. He finally managed to finish, then placed the heavy cloak about her shoulders, clasping it around her neck. "My business here is concluded, and its best I be gone before any lightsiders get wind of my presence." He produced a heavy sack of coins from underneath his cloak, then added a slightly smaller sack to it. "For the ointment." Cvorag nodded. "Still, it was good to see you, even if only briefly," he said, taking the sacks from the elf. "I take it you have plans for her already?" "Oh yes," the dark elf said, grinning wickedly. "Indeed I do."