The Goblin Lair and the Tankard of Gharbahz

First Chapter: Someone's Cumming

Tallula stooped over the simmering pot swinging from the metal hook at the hearth and swirled her wooden spoon in steady circles. Behind her, the two children played quietly together, one wielding a small wooden pony, hand carved by their father, while the other built a corral out of a few rough blocks. The boys were close enough in age that when they weren’t fighting, they were the best of friends, and Tallula couldn’t help smiling at her progeny as she tapped the spoon against the pot and turned back to the kitchen table. Her small hands found the loaf of bread she’d baked that morning, set out the freshly churned butter from that afternoon, and began setting out the plates. 

Jak came through the door just as the sun dipped below the far horizon, slid the bolt home, and without a word he went to the sink. His fist grabbed the pump lever, jerking it up and down, and fresh water began spilling out, splashing over his fingers. He ran his hands back and forth beneath the flow, cleaning the grit and grime of the day's hard work from his knuckles. Tallula smiled at him, admiring his tall, narrow frame and short beard. Her husband rarely smiled, but when he did, it seemed to light up the whole room. He moved to the table as the two boys found their seats. Tallula grabbed a towel and reached into the fireplace, pulling the pot from the metal hook, to set it on the table.

“Thanks Talli,” Jak said, his eyes flickering from his wife down to the stew. It smelled good and for the farmer, that was the only thing of import. He was too hungry to do more than nod at the boys, or even spare a passing thought for his lush and comely wife’s frame, half-hidden beneath a shapeless, dull gray dress. He picked up a spoon as she laddeled out a steaming serving, the thick broth full of vegetables, and even a little meat. 

“Last of the pork?” Jak asked wearily.

Tallula nodded. “Sorry,” she said with a shrug. “I know it’s not much. But it’s filling.” 

Jak tried to hide the grim look on his face. “Damn that blight,” he muttered. Tallula sat down next to him and put a comforting hand on her husband’s arm.

“We aren’t hungry,” she said sternly. “We may not be eating exactly what we want,” she admitted. “But we aren’t starving.” She pointed. “Dip the bread in the sauce. The taste of pork is there, even if there isn’t that much in the stew itself.”

Jak nodded and reached for a chunk of bread, only to freeze as a sharp knocking crackled through the one room farmhouse. Tallula’s eyes widened in shock and even the boys’ faces echoed their parent’s concern. 

“Everyone stay here,” Jak ordered darkly, rising from his seat. He retrieved an old pitchfork he kept near the bed he and Tallula shared, and he walked over to the door. He jammed his foot down, so that the door couldn’t be shoved open past him, then drew the bolt back. The door swung, just enough so that Tallula could see out into the darkening night, the candlelight illuminating the interior of the cabin leaking out into the shadows. 

A man stood there.

He was in his late forties, with thinning brown hair that was already going gray. A short, well trimmed beard covered his chin. Tallula couldn’t tell if he was a merchant, bard, or rogue, at least not from his clothing. He wore a sort of robe, open down the front, revealing a mishmash of leathers, some strong enough to be considered armor, while in other spots they were clearly meant as nothing more than a more rugged and sturdy material than cotton. He wore no sword, only a short dagger and his left hand gripped a leather pack, seemingly stuffed to the brim. 

“Hi,” the man said brightly, smiling up at Jak’s suspicious face. “I’m Bob. I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you might be able to spare a bite to eat, and maybe allow me to sleep in your stable?” He pulled his right hand out of a pocket and opened it up, showing a gold coin. “I can pay for it.”

Tallula’s eyes widened. That single gold coin, if that was what the stranger was truly offering, could buy a month’s worth of supplies from the town. And all for a bowl of pork flavored vegetable stew and a hay pile? She tried to catch Jak’s eye, to let him know they had enough, even for another mouth, and she’d be willing to eat a half portion, just for the chance to get that single coin.

Jak’s gaze darted down to the coin. “That’s your offer?” He asked suspiciously. 

Bob’s mouth curled up into a grin. “Yes. I can smell the stew from here and it's heavenly.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually just march up to random strangers’ houses and ask to buy dinner. I was set upon by orc bandits and some of their little goblin familiars up in the Westerning Hills and I’m afraid the outcome has put me in a bind. I took care of the bandits, but my companion didn’t make it, leaving me somewhat unprepared and discombobulated.”

“Discom... what?” Jak asked, his suspicion fading. 

“Bob-ulated,” Bob said with a grin.

“Jak,” Tallula admonished. “He’s fine. We can spare a bowl and he can sleep in the barn.”

The man leaned over, looking past Jak, spotting Tallula and he smiled warmly, eyes suddenly very interested. “Oh. My goodness. How unexpected! And what a pretty girl!” His eyes flickered up and down Tallula’s slight but exceptionally curvy frame, clearly liking what he was seeing. “I promise not to be churlish,” he promised, holding up a hand. He didn’t look away from Tallula and despite the way Bob was looking at her, she hadn’t lost sight of that gold coin.

Tallula’s husband frowned, suddenly uncomfortable. “Just a moment,” he said to Bob, shutting the door but not latching it. He looked back at his wife. “Talli,” he protested, giving her a look, along with a shake of his head. She got up from her seat and went to Jak, putting a hand on his back. Her mouth went to his ear. 

“That single coin can put us back on the path,” she whispered. 

“I don’t like the way he’s looking at you,” Jak said in reply.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m a farmer’s wife,” she retorted. “And I’m yours.” She shook her head. “Think what we could do with that coin?” She felt Jak’s will crumbling and a moment later he nodded silently, moved his foot, and opened the door, this time completely. 

Bob grinned and nodded his head. “Thank you! Thank you!” He stepped into the small farmhouse and looked around. “Cozy!” Then his eyes fell on Tallula. “My, aren’t you a pretty little thing? I’m guessing that heavenly scent is from your hands?” 

Tallula blushed as Jak maneuvered himself between the stranger and his wife. “Boys, take your food and eat over in the corner.

The two children nodded, picked up their bowls, and scampered away. Bob watched them go. “Ah... two fine young men. How old are they?”

Tallula smiled. “Eight and ten.”

Bob sighed. “Excellent ages. I remember those days fondly,” he added. “But then, we all do? Don’t we? No worries. No cares. Nice and safe, unaware of the dangers of the world.”

Jak glowered then sat back down in his chair as Tallula retrieved another carved wooden bowl and began filling it. She slid the steaming broth over in front of Bob, who slid the gold coin he’d shown at the door across the table to her. She grabbed it quickly, checking it to make sure it wasn’t painted wood, then slid it into her dress pocket. Bob smiled warmly, picked up his spoon, grabbed a hunk of bread, and began eating. He dug in ravenously.

“You were traveling through the Westerning?” Jak asked. “Where you bound?” 

Bob’s eyes widened. “Where am I bound? He asked, correcting Jak’s grammar with his question. Jak didn’t seem to notice, but Tallula frowned. Bob shrugged. “My destination is the old ruins of Barghtrides.”

Tallula gasped. “The Barghtrides? Are you mad? There are goblins near there!”

Bob looked at her with a grin. “So I’ve heard,” he replied. “But yet, that is my intended destination.” He took another bite of the food and gave Tallula a warm, almost inappropriate look, his eyes flickering down to her bosom. “This stew is about as delicious as the view.” He took another bite. 

Tallula blinked, somewhat shocked, then she blushed furiously, putting a hand to her chest.. 

Jak gave the man another suspicious glare. “The Barghtrides are not safe. You’d need swordsmen, and archers, and maybe even a mage to go down into that dark hole.”

“Really? All that?” Bob mused playfully. “Or maybe just one really powerful mage.” Then he laughed. “Too bad I’m not an all-powerful mage!” He added with a rueful chuckle. He looked over at Tallula. “Are you a powerful mage?” He asked with a playful wink. “Filled with all sorts of opportunities to wield your power? I’m feeling a bewitching spell being cast on me right now!” 

Tallula gasped, appalled at the implication. “What? No! I mean... what?” 

Bob tapped his spoon on the bowl. “This is delicious. Cooking is an art and I’m always impressed when I find a beautiful young lady who can cook.”

Jak put his hands down on the table. He didn’t like where this was going. He was about to say something, especially considering the way the man was looking at Talli, when Bob turned away, reached down to his pack, and pulled something out. Jak froze, almost lunging for his pitchfork, but Bob just pulled out an old scroll. 

“Here,” the man said eagerly. “I’d love to show you this recipe.” He turned, unrolling the parchment, and held it up so that Tallula could see it. She glanced down at the paper, only for her eyes to roll back up into her head and then collapse.

“Talli!” Jak shouted, leaping to his feet, but Bob twisted the paper toward the farmer as well. Jak’s eyes flickered along the words and Jak felt himself slowing, the world pitching, then... everything went black. 



***



Tallula groaned softly as she woke and it took her more than a few moments to get her brain functioning. Input slowly came in and she realized she was draped over the saddle of a horse, her wrists and feet bound together in some indeterminate way, while morning sunlight illuminated a dirt path beneath her. She lifted her head and saw forest and realized she was on the road toward Margin Vale, or at least she thought she was. She blinked, collecting her wits, then began testing the... whatever it was... holding her in place.

“Oh! You’re awake!” came a familiar voice and Tallula recognized the stranger from the night before. Bob walked into view, looking pretty much the same as he had the night before and Tallula lifted her head, glaring at him.

“What did you do to me?” She demanded. “Where's Jak? Where are my children?” She snarled at him. “So help me, if you hurt them I will tear you apart!” She yanked on the bonds holding her in place, though they held firmly.

Bob laughed. “Whoa! Whoa! Calm down. First of all, they’re fine. They’re all back at the farmhouse. They’re probably just now waking up too.” He rubbed at his jaw for a moment. “Your kids were a handful, at least until my scroll got them napping.”

Tallula swallowed. “You didn’t hurt them?” 

Bob shook his head and held up his hand. “I swear it. They are alive and... well... I’m not going to say well, even though I just did, but shouldn’t have. I mean, you aren’t there and that’s bound to have an affect on them. Eventually. Or probably immediately.” He tapped a finger against his chin and looked thoughtful. “Can Jak cook?”

Tallula blinked, still trying to get free. “What?”

Bob shrugged. “I left enough supplies that they shouldn’t starve, at least for a few weeks. Anyway, Jak will figure it out. I also left a thousand gold, which is the going rate for a young lady like yourself, at least on this end of the market, to ease your absence. I figure with what I left he could buy enough food for himself and the kids for two or three years in these parts. And frankly, the boys will probably appreciate not having you around nagging them all the time. They will miss your cooking of course, at least until Jak finds a new wife to mother them.”

“A new wife?” Tallula gasped in alarm. Then she seemed to go crazy, thrashing around on the back of the horse as it continued to plod along, next to Bob. Her antics had no effect and after several minutes she slumped, defeated.

“You can spare yourself the energy,” he told her, “though I have no objections to you tiring yourself out. Those are Abyssal Fetters on your wrists and ankles. And may I add you have the most adorable little feet! They’re so tiny! They’re going to look amazing in the high heeled sandals I have for you.” He wiggled his fingers in front of her face. “Anyway, I can pretty much set the attachment points for the fetters anywhere I want in a three dimensional space, and right now I’ve got your hands connected to your feet. Under the horse.” He paused, watching as she started to struggle again. “But don’t worry, as soon as we find a spot for lunch I’ll let you loose.”

Tallula’s head came up. “Loose? You’re letting me go?” She demanded.

Bob laughed uproariously. “Let you go? No. You misunderstand me. I’m letting you loose from the horse. We have got to get you kitted.”

“Kitted?” Tallula asked in bewilderment.

Bob nodded. “That’s right, Talli. Kitted.”

Tallula stiffened. “Don’t call me that,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. 

Bob looked at the woman laying stomach down over the horse’s saddle in confusion. “Talli? What? Why? Isn’t that your name?”

She shook her head. “My name is Tallula.”

Bob looked confused. “But your husband called you Talli.”

She glared at Bob. “That’s a lover’s name.”

Bob considered that. “Well, Talli is a much prettier name than Tallula,” he said judgmentally. “And frankly, under the circumstances I can call you anything I want.” Then his face brightened. “Oh! Look, Talli! There! That grove of trees will be perfect!” He said, pulling the horse off the track. Tallula groaned as the rougher terrain made her rock back and forth uncomfortably and Bob led the horse off the track, right into the center of the grove. A very small clearing sat between the yew and he tethered the reins on a branch. Tallula watched him fearfully as he came around in front of her.

“Ready?” Bob asked her cheerfully.

“For what?” She whimpered, ready to cry.

Bob laughed. “Come on, Talli! Where’s that fire I saw just a few minutes ago?” He pointed a finger at her and then made a complicated gesture. Tallula felt the restriction on her wrists change. Then Bob pointed skyward and Tallula cried out as her arms were yanked upward. Her weight moved from the horse’s back to her arms and then she was sliding down the other side of the curved saddle. Her bare feet touched the grass and she stood there quivering. She looked up. Both of her wrists were encased in black leather manacles, odd and unfamiliar runes etched into the bands with gold wire. Two brass rings were embedded into the leather and were pulled upward by invisible lines of force that seemed attached to... nothing. She stared upward, unable to understand how, or even why, she couldn’t bring her hands down.

“Abyssal Plane,” Bob said as he came around the horse. He looked at Tallula stretched out on tiptoe with an appraising eye. “Not bad,” he said with satisfaction, moving around her in a very judgemental manner. “Almost as good as Ilea. I mean, you’re not an elf girl, of course. Not that I’m a racist. I’m just as human as you, Talli. It’s just that elf girls are the best vessels. Plenty of stamina, even if they are a little hard to get going.” He sighed. “And if I hadn’t been attacked by a freaking orc war party, Ilea would still be around for this next part of my adventure.”

Tallula stared at him. “You said bandits,” she whispered. 

Bob chuckled. “I did. And they were. Orc bandits,” he said. “Along with some of their goblin underlings.” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “Let’s see what we have to work with.” He pulled his dagger out of its sheath and took a single step closer, only to have Tallula haul both of her feet upward and level an almost perfect kick toward him. Bob leapt out of the way, a startled yelp coming from his throat. 

“Whoa!” He said with irritation. “That was uncalled for!” He gave her an angry look, still holding the dagger in his other hand. 

“Come near me and I’ll kill you,” Tallula spat. 

Bob frowned. “Well, at least you’re clear about your intentions.” He took a breath, pointed a finger down at Tallula’s feet, and made the same, complicated gesture he’d done while she was still on the horse. Suddenly, her ankles were yanked apart and she found herself unable to lift her feet from the ground. The bottom of her dress stretched and even rode up, almost to her knees, and she gasped in alarm. Looking down, she realized that both of her ankles bore the same kind of leather cuffs as her wrists.

Bob came closer and gave her a suspicious and very cautious look. “Are you a biter, Talli?” He asked, pointing at her mouth, but keeping his hand far enough away she couldn’t do it.

Fury flowed through Tallula and she glared at him. “Why don’t you come here and find out?” Her eyes narrowed angrily.

Bob backed up. “Okay... yeah. Definitely a biter.” He went over to his leather pack and opened it. He reached in, rummaging around and digging down to the very bottom, only to pull out a red, rubber ball gag, mounted on a black leather band and circled behind her. 

“I’m not enthusiastic about gags,” he said with disappointment. “But they sometimes come in handy.” Tallula tried to twist her head around as he set the gag over her head, then pulled on the bands, forcing the ball into her mouth. Tallula resisted, but the pressure was steady and finally she had no choice. The gag was wedged between her teeth and she felt Bob buckle it securely. Then he reached down, and to Tallula’s outrage, put his hand on her bottom and squeezed her buttock firmly.

Tallula screeched, or at least she tried too. The gag muted the noise she made completely. She tried screaming as Bob’s fingers kneaded her rump, and even that sound disappeared into silence. She threw her head back and twisted violently back and forth , stretched between the abyssal anchor points holding her arms and legs apart. It was the only movement available to her and it was enough to dislodge Bob’s hand from her ass. 

“Like I said, I don’t usually gag my vessels,” he said politely, coming back into Tallula’s view. “Except when their moans are a liability. But in this situation, I can’t afford to have you biting off anything important.” He pulled his dagger back out. “Like my finger. Now, I don’t want to hurt you. At least... not yet,” he said, holding up the sharp blade. “Or very much for that matter. So you need to be very still while I get you prepped for kitting. Do you understand?”

Tallula’s eyes widened and she trembled. Bob took a step closer, then lifted the blade. She shrank back a bit, but didn’t dare move as he pushed the blade up the left sleeve of her dress. She felt the cold, sharp steel against her skin, but no pressure and then Bob pulled upward, the cutting edge slicing through the material so easily that Tallula gasped, mewling into the gag. The cut was long, severing the entire shoulder all the way up to the collar and the front and back of the dress sagged. 

“An undershift?” Bob asked with incredulity as an unbleached bit of white linen appeared. “The gods spare me from virtuous maidens.” It was tied just above Tallula’s bosom and he rolled his eyes. “Just once I’d love to find a girl who wears lingerie on a daily basis.”

Tallula blinked. She didn’t even know what the word “lingerie” meant.

Bob hacked at the dress and Tallula cringed as it was chopped off her frame in shreds. Bob tossed the heavy gray cloth aside and turned back to look at his captive, her modesty only protected by a thin, almost gauzy layer of uncolored linen. It clung to her body and did more to emphasize the shapely curves of her hips and bust. Her dark brown hair curled down to her shoulders and she glared at him.

“Now for the best part,” Bob stated, his eyes locking on the shift. He tucked the dagger away and then reached up. Tallula squealed, though the gag muted the sound of her protest as his hands grabbed hold of the material, just above her breasts. Then with a sharp yank, Bob tore the linen apart, all the way down, exposing her beautiful curvaceous body in one fell swoop.

“Mmmmm,” Bob hummed with appreciation as Talli mewled, blinking back tears. “Look at that. Damn, I think I might have undervalued you. I might owe Jak another thousand.” His eyes locked on the now bared curves of Tallula’s bosom. Her breasts hung like ripe, lush fruit, the pink tips stiffening as humiliation burned hotly through her. Her flushed cheeks heaved and she chewed on the gag, especially as Bob’s eyes slid down the taut ripple of her tummy, all the way down to her private parts. Bob took a step back, putting his hands on his hips. Then he walked around her in a circle.

“Damn. I mean, usually I like to find a girl younger than you. But I’ll be honest, you are probably one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen. How the hell is your tummy that flat after two children? Did Jak even know what he had?” He sighed dramatically, looking down at Tallula’s ass. “Do you realize how much you’d be worth on the auction block?” He asked ruefully. Then he shook his head. “Well, kitting time,” he said specifically. He went to his pack again and pulled out another band of leather. He held it up, showing Tallula the crimson colored stone in the center. 

“So this is a Collar of Energy Transference. It will allow me to pull energy out of you when the time is right. This is probably the most important thing you’ll be wearing.” He moved behind her again and Tallula felt the leather band close around her neck. The gem was set in a metal ring, which settled uncomfortably in the hollow of her throat, pressing just enough to be awkward. Bob touched her on the bottom again, this time his fingers digging against the bare flesh of her rump. Tallula let out a quiet, muted sob.

“It’s also pretty much all you will be wearing,” he said with a chuckle. “Except for the abyssal fetters. Now let’s get you some appropriate footwear,” Bob said next. He went to his pack. “Can’t have you walking barefoot, as cute as your feet are.” He rummaged around, half his head in the bag as if he was having to reach deep. That confused Tallula since the backpack wasn’t that large. 

“Hmmm, I’m guessing size five.” He tugged out the strangest looking sandals Tallula had ever seen. They were made of nothing more than a thin leather sole and a set of straps, and there was a tall heel in the back. The insole was ridiculously narrow and there was a strange, inky black spot in the center of the arch. 

Bob stepped back toward Tallula, made another complicated gesture, and suddenly her feet were released from their anchor points and hauled backward. Tallula gasped as she hung in mid-air, supported by the unseen chains. With a soft finger, Bob stroked ever so gently downward over Tallula’s arch.

“Are you ticklish?” He asked playfully. 

Tallula whimpered, but didn’t kick or even twitch so Bob continued to caress the bottoms of her feet. At least for a moment. Then he sped up, his fingers fluttering until she jerked and began shrieking, laughter bubbling out of her. Of course, there wasn’t any sound as the gag muted everything.

“Okay,” he laughed, pulling his hands away. “I was just checking. It’s actually good that you can tolerate the slow caresses. These shoes have a portal in the center, so don’t be surprised when you feel something wet and soft licking the bottoms of your feet. You don’t seem to be terribly sensitive. I had one vessel who couldn’t handle it at all. She screamed constantly, laughing her head off.” He pulled the front of the shoe over her toes and then strapped it in place. The second one went on just as easily and he once more made the gesture, returning her feet to the ground, legs stretched widely apart. “Still, they drove Ilea nuts.” It came out sounding sort of sad.

The second the strangely shaped shoes touched the earth, Tallula felt something wet and moving beneath her feet. Or more accurately, between the sole of the shoe and the soft, delicate arch of her foot. She yelped, shifting her feet, but the sensation followed her. It was as if something was licking the bottoms of her feet, concentrating on the sensitive arch between the balls and heels of each foot. It felt... good, bordering right on the edge between sensual massage and tickling, but there was also something dreadfully wrong about it. As if whatever was touching her was itself unwholesome. She mewled silently into the gag, her eyes widening with horror.

Bob reappeared in front of her, only to pat her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. The more aroused you get, the more it will tickle.” He smiled. 

Tallula stared at him. A line of saliva had built up on her chin and was starting to drip down to her breasts. Bob knelt down, producing a small, gold ring from his pocket. “Toe-ring of Arousal,” he explained. “I know you’re feeling violated right now, and that’s kind of a mood killer, but this will help,” he said as he slid it on the middle toe of her left foot. “You’re about to get really confused. Try not to fight it. Just give in.”

Tallula glared at the mage, but then suddenly squirmed as her sex tightened and then started pulsing. It wasn’t technically a foreign sensation to her, but having it while tied spread-eagled, naked in a grove of trees, in front of a man who was not her husband, made the sensation very negative. The swirl of the tongue-things on the bottoms of her feet felt so wrong, but so good! She shook her head as her nipples tightened and she felt her hips thrust forward, a totally involuntary response. Bob stood up, and Tallula squealed into her gag as his hand came up between her legs. His fingers touched her petals and to her horror, she was wet.

Very wet. 

“Uh…” He said, a confused expression on his face. “That happened fast.” He gave her a suspicious look. “I thought it would take some significant stimulation to get you going, but look at this.” He pulled his hand out and held it up. His middle finger was coated in fluid. “You’re more sexually inclined than I thought.” He wiped the juice off on her soft, full breast, leaving a glistening wet streak all the way down to her taut nipple. He produced another bit of jewelry, this one a long series of gold and colored beads that dangled from the metal notch.

“I noticed your ears aren’t pierced. I’m going to fix that. This is an Earring of Masochism. Basically it converts every minor ache, injury, or pain into a sexual urge. Nothing too overwhelming, but I want to warn you that it’s going to hurt for a moment,” he said, lifting up the sharp pin, then paused. “Actually, your ear is going to hurt for hours, but your response to that hurt is going to be very different from what you’re used to.”

Tallula looked up at him with hopeless eyes as he brought his hands up to her head. There was a sharp pain in the lobe of her left ear. It spread downward, then to her shock, flickered out to her nipples. The tips of her breasts tightened and the pain shot downward, all the way to her sex. She tightened rhythmically, moaning as the discomfort throbbed through her loins, culminating as a tight pressure between her legs.

“How does that feel?” He asked.

Tallula, unable to respond because of the gag, just glared at him. He bit his lip. “Right,” he muttered. Then he reached up with both hands and took hold of Tallula’s nipples tightly between his thumbs and forefingers. Her eyes widened and she arched her back, pulling. Bob tightened down and didn’t move with her. Her breasts stretched outward between them and the most amazing sensation she’d ever felt shot down through her body. 

What should have registered as pain exploded through her as something else. Something different. It surged through her bosom, from the tips of her breasts, right down to her loins. There it pulsed wetly, swirling through her sex until she shuddered with pleasure. The sensation ebbed and she realized that she’d slumped forward, thrusting her hips wantonly against Bob’s leg.  

“Yeah,” Bob said with a wry smile. “A little more intense than I expected, but some human girls tend to really respond to enchanted masochism jewelry.” He let go of her breasts and she sagged, panting hard, her hips still twitching. “I had to put three in Ilea’s ear, but elves are notoriously hard to get going.” He snapped his fingers, moved his hands, and once more her feet were pulled out from under her, this time forward. Tallula squealed as she was laid out on her back, hanging from her arms and legs, her feet so wide apart that she felt her thighs ripple from being spread. But at least the bottoms of her feet weren’t being licked. 

Bob grabbed a small pouch from his pack and walked up, right between her outstretched legs. 

“I apologize for the embarrassing position this puts you in, but it is common in the industry for slave girls to be shaved clean. It’s also my personal preference,” he said politely, setting the small bag on her stomach. He opened it up, pulling out a bottle and a razor. “The good news is that you won’t have to do it very often. I use a special salve I picked up from an enchanted apothecary a few years ago.” He began applying the oil of slipperiness and then started cutting away her pubic hair. “ Besides, you’ll appreciate it eventually. I think it looks better, is cleaner, and exposes you even more.”

Tallula, the humiliation of her situation running through her, sobbed and looked away. Her cheeks were aflame and she closed her eyes as Bob scraped at her skin until her nether region looked smooth and hairless. Worse, part of her wanted him to stick his finger in her slit again. Or pinch her breasts. Anything. She tried to think about her husband, Jak. Would he come barging into the little grove to save her? And what about the boys? The razor felt smooth on her skin and she finally looked down at herself as her captor packed away his gear. She was shocked at how young her sex looked, and how sensitive it was. It was like she was a little girl again, innocent and fresh. Before her arranged marriage to Jak. Then her captor returned, looked down at her exposed clit, and with a sudden, unexpected movement, put his mouth completely over it.

The sensation was like nothing Tallula had ever experienced before. Jak had never once tried anything like that. The swirl of Bob’s tongue over and around the tiny sensitive nub at the apex of her sex sent waves of pleasure through Tallula that she was unprepared to handle. Acute ecstasy surged through her and she jerked, thrusting up into Bob’s mouth, pressing and rolling her hips with wild abandon. 

“Mmmppgggh!” She yelled into the gag, trying to get Bob to stop, or keep going. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, only of what she needed. Bob looked up at her from where his bearded face was smashed against her pussy and he wiggled his eyebrows knowingly, all while still licking. His tongue dipped into her well, going deep and the resulting spasm made her back arch. His hand came up, one finger stroking the small patch between her slit and anus, only to slide downward, pressing the moist tip against her bottom. Tallula cried out into the gag, shocked as he pushed into her back door.

He didn’t penetrate deeply. In fact, it felt amazing and she stiffened, crying out, no longer in despair, but in utter pleasure. Heat seemed to boil in her veins and she wanted... she wasn’t sure what she wanted! Had she been at home, she would have dragged Jak to the bed, rubbing him stiff and then mounting him! 

Bob pulled his face away, his chin glistening, and he made another gesture. Tallula felt herself lowering, no longer chest high on the mage, but at the perfect height for...

“NNNGPPH!” Tallula screamed as Bob exposed himself, pulling out a thick, hard cock. He looked apologetic, despite the fact that his member was stiff. Tallulah stared in shock, her mind and body at war. Part of her screamed in fury at what was happening, while another part of her wanted it badly. He grabbed hold of the shaft and began stroking the head through her soaked slit, wetting the tip. It wasn’t longer than Jak’s manhood, but it was thicker. He leaned forward, slipping the first inch into her slit. It didn’t take much and she clenched down as he slid the rest of himself into her. 

“This will be the only time,” Bob assured her, the tension in his voice palpable. “And I’m sorry I have to violate you like this.” He groaned, eyes closing. “I mean, sure… you’re going to be violated much more, but you’ll want it then. This will be the only time it’s me, like this.” He began pumping. “Damn, you feel incredible. Nice and tight. I’m actually surprised. I expected you to be a lot more open. Two kids, that lumbering ox of a husband using you.” He thrust himself all the way in with a smile. “I guess Jak didn’t take advantage of you that often.” He closed his eyes, pumping vigorously.

She shuddered, her body betraying her, already loving it, tightening around the sensation, responding with need and want and pleasure. All she could feel was Bob’s shaft, thrusting in and out of her sex. Yet in the back of her mind, the last faint questions bobbed where Tallula could hear them. Where was Jak? Why hadn’t he come and saved her? Why had he left her like this? Why did it feel so good? To be tied open, to be naked, to be used like this? 

Bob closed his eyes and groaned, then rammed himself deep. His loins slapped against hers and his hands came up to her breasts, teasing the tips. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as pleasure roared through her. Tallula felt his cock harden even more inside her and then she shook her head, her own body clamoring for orgasm. She pushed back against him, her needs betraying her, even as her mind quivered and screamed, furious at the violation. Bob groaned in utter delight, then began lightly pinching her nipples. For Tallula, this took her right to the edge, magic and arousal and want swirling in a tornado of desperation through Talluah’s head. She keened, eyes wide, staring at Bob hungrily.

He gave her a questioning look, then his eyes widened. “Oh. Harder?” He asked.

She nodded frantically and the pressure on her nipples doubled. She mewled, throwing her head backward as the climax exploded through her. Bob groaned at the same time, unloading his seed into her depths even as she shuddered and orgasmed. Tallula didn’t even feel the burst of energy that settled in the hollow of her throat, right where the gem in the collar pressed up against her skin. Then Bob sighed and pulled himself out of her dripping slit and used her cut up dress to wipe himself clean.

Tallula opened her eyes, a sweet euphoria fogging her mind. The stone mounted in the center of the collar around her throat seemed to pulse in time with her heart. She struggled to breathe, to move, to protest, but all she knew was that she physically felt better than she ever had. And underneath the bliss, the satisfaction, came a touch of need, the addiction already started. She looked at him, hating him and wanting him, all at the same time. 

Bob smiled, gave her a little wave, and left her there, hanging in the air, spread open, pussy dripping with their combined fluids.