"I can't do it, it's embarrassing," hissed Gwen with a blush.
"Ah, c'mon, honey!" begged Mark with wide, pleading eyes.
"The others will hear us," protested the blonde-haired girl as she leaned back against the cool wall of the bathroom.
"I won't make a sound, and you'll have your mouth full," replied Mark with a lecherous grin.
"Well, alright," said Gwen with a fragile smile of her own. "But you owe me big."
"I'll pay your half of the pizza," offered Mark generously as he sat on the lowered lid of the toilet and unzipped his jeans. Sighing with resignation, Gwen knelt down between her boyfriend's outspread legs, then leaned forward just as Mark's penis fell free from his shorts. Taking the cock with both of her small hands, Gwen licked the member tentatively, then rubbed her red lips down the shaft of Mark's tool. The sandy-haired young man closed his eyes and smiled with pleasure as his lovely girlfriend sucked deeply on his balls, then licked up the bottom of his cock until she reached the engorged head. Caressing the swollen tip with her wet tongue, Gwen encased the throbbing cock in her small mouth, then began moving her head up and down as she sucked wantonly on Mark's rod. Clasping the blonde girl's head with both hands, Mark thrust his crotch against her face, plunging his penis deep inside her tight throat until she quietly gagged and backed away. Holding Gwen in place by her shoulders, Mark fucked her moist, red mouth until he spurted warm cum into her throat, making her drink his seed until his shaft was dry.
"You didn't say that I had to drink it," growled Gwen as she abruptly stood up and wiped her mouth with a hand towel.
"I bet you enjoyed it, babe," smirked Mark while he zipped up his pants and combed his unruly hair with his fingers.
"Go fuck yourself, Mark," shot back Gwen with a toss of her long, blonde hair before she flung open the door of the bathroom and stalked out. Smiling to himself, Mark turned off the bathroom light, then moved to rejoin his friends who sat around a square, fold-out table. Sheets of white paper scribbled with notes and piles of dice littered the table as the Game Master studied his notes and prepared to begin the game.
***
"But we can discuss magickal theory another time. I'm here to give you a choice: agree to serve Chaos and its avatar, Nagash, or die horribly after being raped and violated by the Undead Lord's hungry minions. Trust me, you don't want to fall under their tender attentions."
"It couldn't be any worse than suffering under your attentions," spat Amy. "I refuse."
"I'm disappointed with your attitude, but it wasn't completely unexpected. You always were a cold, little bitch. Perhaps I'll warm you up a little," replied John as his eyes turned burning red and sharp, serpent-shaped fangs slid from his upper jaw. Outstretching his arms, John sprouted long, slimy tentacles that shot forward and wrapped around Amy's wrists and ankles. Struggling ineffectually, the red-haired mage girl tried to summon her power to break the evil necromancer's hold, but nothing happened.
"Stupid slut," laughed John as he slid closer to his helpless prey. "I control this realm, only I can alter it to reflect my will."
Shuddering with revulsion, Amy screamed with rage as John's tentacle limbs ripped off her mental robes, exposing her slim, creamy, white body. Drooling with hunger and lust, John sprung more tentacles that wrapped around Amy's round breasts and squeezed them tightly. Little fanged mouths appeared at the end of each tentacle, licking and biting Amy's tender flesh, then sucking wetly on her pink nipples. The naked girl moaned as a phallic-shaped tentacle hovered before her red-haired bush, dripping greenish ichor before it sprang forward and slid into her warm cunt. Amy groaned in shame and helplessness as the cock-limb pushed deeply into her wet vagina, exploring her womanhood with wanton eagerness.
"You may have a cold mind, but your body is having fun," whispered John huskily before he leaned forward to lick her left tit, then slide his long, saliva-dripping tongue across her left shoulder to her slim neck, then up her chin and across her parted, full, red lips.
"Fuck you," groaned Amy before she closed her eyes with loathing.
"I'd rather fuck you, my little whore," smiled John just as he pressed his mouth across Amy's and forced his long, forked tongue deep inside her small throat. Amy gagged and moaned with horror, but her body grew warm with uncontrollable arousal, her nipples grew hard and erect, while her crotch began to burn and clench around the cock-member pumping in and out of her slit. John spun the bound girl around so that her back and shapely ass faced him. He pulled Amy's head back by her long, red hair, then crushed her tits with both of his clawed hands as he pushed his bulging cock back inside of her pussy, then wrapped her naked body in slime-drenched tentacles. Amy shivered at the cold touch of the limbs as they caressed and coated her warm, tender flesh. She moaned weakly as John grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass against his cock, thrusting it deeper into her tight fuckhole. Amy panted for air, her average-sized breasts heaving while her attacker held her arms behind her back and pumped her cunt with his tool, plunging deep inside of her belly. The naked girl's feet dangled helplessly in the air of Astral Space as she was pressed firmly against the now scaly body of the dark mage John. He hissed with pleasure as he licked the sweet flesh of her back, caressing her smooth, firm ass with his claws, drawing thin trails of blood across her white skin. With a jerk, Amy moaned, then moaned louder as she felt a powerful orgasm explode in her pussy and gush out, covering John's engorged cock with warm honey from her womb. Pushing into Amy's belly until he smacked her g-spot, John hugged the beautiful girl to his gnarled, dry-skinned body until he cummed inside of her, filling her warm void with a flood of his seed. Amy gasped for breath as another orgasm assaulted her, making her limbs weak and slack as sweat covered her naked body and dripped from her fiery, red hair.
"I knew that you had the body of a whore," gloated John as he released the naked girl to float aimlessly in the sea of empty space. "And now, you know too. What will the logical mage do now?"
Laughing harshly, John floated farther and farther away from the limp mage girl. As the evil wizard's cruel mirth faded away, Amy shuddered in her real body, then snapped her eyes open in alarm. Gazing around to find her companions still peacefully asleep, Amy drew her slim legs close her stomach, then lowered her sweaty head to her knees and shook with silent, painful sobs.
***
"Now this is a classy setup," said Mark as he sat heavily on the straw mattress and began pulling off his boots. Gwen moved to the right side of the room, sitting lightly on the ripped sheets before beginning to undress. Mark slid underneath the sheets completely naked, then watched as the lovely Elf girl removed her chainmail vest, thigh armor, and knee-length, heeled, leather boots. Dressed in a white, lace bra and panties, the blonde-haired Elf pulled the thin sheet over her slim, pale-skinned body and stared blankly at the rotting ceiling.
"I've never porked an Elf chick before," said Mark as he lay on his left side and watched his attractive companion.
"Don't forget to blow the candle out," replied Gwen.
Distracted for the moment, Mark turned around to lean forward and blow out the small light, then he rolled back to stare at the rise and fall of Gwen's round breasts illuminated by weak beams of light from below.
"C'mon, Gwen. We're on a weird planet out of 'Night of the Living Dead', you gotta help me get through it," moaned Mark as he lightly traced a finger up Gwen's flat stomach.
"Think about pizza or beer," suggested Gwen before she rolled away from the thief, warding him away with her back.
"Fucking bitch!" spat Mark as he grabbed Gwen's right shoulder and forced her onto her back. "When I say that we fuck, we fuck!"
"Get off of me!" screamed the Elf girl as Mark pulled the sheet away, then ripped off her bra with his right hand.
"Shut up, whore!" yelled Mark before he slapped Gwen hard across the face. The blonde-haired Elf girl continued to struggle in the human's grip until he slapped her repeatedly, then punched her in the stomach. Gasping for air, Gwen was helpless as Mark ripped off a section of sheet and used it to tie her small wrists to the headpost of the bed.
Grinning sadistically, Mark ran his hands over Gwen's heaving, firm tits, then bent down to suck noisily on them, leaving trails of saliva on her smooth, creamy flesh. The Elf girl moaned softly as the thief bit her sensitive nipples, then licked the pink dots until they grew hard with arousal. As he filled his drooling mouth with the bound girl's warm melons, the thief reached down with his left hand to grope her blonde-haired pussy. Sliding his rough hand over her warm crotch, Mark caressed the Elf girl's delicate labia, then rubbed his fingers between the fleshy folds of her cunt. Gwen moaned with pleasure and frustration, struggling weakly against the tight, cloth restraints that held her wrists together. Licking between the prone girl's round breasts, Mark briefly kissed the Elf on her moist, red lips, caressing her tongue and throat with his pink probe. Rubbing and fondling Gwen's smooth, white skin, Mark made little kisses along the girl's stomach and thighs, making her flinch with each brush of his cool lips.
Reaching the helpless Elf's crotch, Mark sniffed her rich, musky scent, then licked across the flesh of her inner thighs. Groaning with her eyes shut, Gwen felt a wetness build in her vagina, her skin growing flush and hot as her body responded to the stimuli of her overpowering lover. Mark nuzzled inside Gwen's moist pussy, gorging on the naked girl's juices and throbbing flesh while he held her legs apart with his hands. He licked up and down her cunt, devouring her honey as it trickled out with increasing frequency. The bound Elf girl's moans filled the room, her tits rising and falling like bellows as her limbs grew taut with growing excitement. Licking her red lips thirstily, Gwen groaned loudly as an orgasm filled her womb, causing a stream of warm liquid to flow out into Mark's eager mouth. As the aroused man licked and sucked on her slit like a starving animal, the Elf girl jerked as another orgasm slammed into her brain, then another. Gwen's arms and legs twitched uncontrollably as wave after wave of sexual ecstasy filled her slim body, bursting forth in a flood of hot cream. The Elf girl's thighs, stomach, and ass were covered in her sweet, glistening juices which Mark did his best to lick off every inch of her flushed, panting body.
Feeling his cock stiff and full to bursting, Mark crawled on top of Gwen's sweat-covered body and rubbed his tool across the gasping Elf girl's mouth. Pre-cum coated Gwen's full lips as Mark thrust his penis into her open mouth, then pushed relentlessly down her throat until his member filled her oral cavity. Gagging with her eyes wide open, Gwen moaned weakly as Mark pumped in and out of her mouth, fucking her tight, grasping lips with his meat until he shot his load. Thick, sticky cum fell like rain across Gwen's cheeks, nose, and chin. Grunting with release and pleasure, Mark smiled in satisfaction as he gazed at his naked, sweaty, cum-dripping fucktoy. Gwen restrained a desperate sob as Mark slid off of her violated body, then rolled onto his side to get some sleep. Alone and cold within the malicious darkness, Gwen rolled away from Mark and curled up into a fetal ball with her hands tied limply above her head, her body shaking with helpless agony as she cried herself to sleep.
***
With a ring of drooling and bleeding zombies around the captured young women, John approached confidently and examined his lovely prisoners. Girls who were not attractive enough or displeasing to the dark mage were marked by the Necromancer, then pulled out of the circle by rotting cadavers who pushed the screaming females to the ground and ripped them apart, their hearts and brains devoured with desperate relish. Iron cages drawn by skeletal horses clattered into the town square, where the captured females were shoved roughly inside and taken away from their destroyed homes. The cage wagons returned southeast, towards Black Fire Pass and the wastelands of Nagash.
John cast another Animate Dead spell, infusing unholy life into the dead villagers strewn around town. With his legion's ranks swelled even more, the Necromancer ordered his troops forward, towards the Imperial city of Averheim. Shuffling and moaning with despair, the undead marched away from the village, leaving only a small squad of zombies who watched over a single young woman who cringed fearfully in the sticky mud. John walked forward, waving his hand to make an opening in the zombie circle for him to enter. The captive girl was seventeen years old, with long, brown hair plastered wetly to her face and back. A thin cotton shift clung to her slim, arousing body, her pert nipples visible against the sodden material.
Smiling viciously, the Necromancer ordered his zombies to tear the girl's clothes off, then press her naked body into the deep mud. The prone girl screamed in terror as several zombies knelt around her, caressing and squeezing her pink flesh with their filthy, gore-coated claws. Each of the naked girl's breasts was licked and sucked by a vacant-eyed corpse, their cold, ichor-dripping tongues caressing and stroking her warm skin and hardening nipples. Another zombie leaned forward to insert his long, grey, bloated tongue inside of the girl's mouth, filling her oral cavity with stinking decayed meat. The helpless young woman gagged on the zombie's decay, struggling weakly against the unbreakable grip of the cadavers holding her down by the wrists and ankles. Zombies licked and sucked lightly on the girl's legs, stomach, arms, and neck. She groaned in disbelieving horror as undead monsters tasted her sweet, living flesh, petted her naked body and savored her rich lifeforce. A bleeding corpse knelt between the girl's pussy, licking her cunt with his maggot-filled tongue, then sucking desperately on her wet labia.
Stroking his own hardened cock, John ordered two zombies to pull the naked girl to her knees, holding her arms outspread on each side. Walking behind the crying young woman, John knelt behind her, then spread her legs apart until he saw her brown-haired bush. Rubbing his penis against the girl's bare, shapely ass, John shoved his tool into her slit, pushing deeply until he entered her warm belly. The girl moaned loudly, closing her eyes in pain as rain lashed down on her cold, shivering skin. The female's body shuddered, her hips thrusting back and forth in time to John's impalements inside her tight fuckhole.
Smiling with evil pleasure, John ordered a heavily muscled zombie to walk forward and caress the panting girl's lovely face, then explore her mouth with a blood-encrusted claw. The cadaver rubbed his scabby hand across the naked girl's full, red lips, then inserted a thick finger into her slack mouth. Moaning faintly, the girl did nothing as the zombie slid his finger across her tongue, then moved the digit back to her sensuous lips. Groaning with a vacant smile, the zombie brought his crotch close to the bound girl's face, then rubbed her lips, chin and nose with his huge, slime-coated cock. The young woman gibbered weakly with tears tracking down her wet cheeks as the zombie slid his throbbing pole inside of her unresisting mouth, filling her cheeks and throat with his rod before he began pumping back and forth with his crotch. The zombies holding the girl's arms apart pulled harder, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her round tits forward and press her firm ass back, ramming her pussy onto John's rock-hard penis. The Necromancer grasped the naked girl's hips, pumping his tool inside her slick vagina until he cummed inside of her, filling her womb with his cream until it dripped down her slim, smooth thighs.
Gasping for air, John backed away from the abused girl, then watched contently as a zombie with a gaping stomach wound pushed the other undead away, then forced the limp young woman onto her back before wrapping her rain-slick body with warm, blood-soaked entrails and pulling her towards his engorged cock. Staring with insane terror, the girl screamed hysterically, struggling vainly against the intestine limbs that trapped her arms and legs in a gore-dripping grip.
***
The horny brunette leaned back against Mark, licking her moist, red lips with her tongue as the thief squeezed and caressed her firm tits. Mark secured the gag in Tanya's small mouth, then wrapped the blindfold tightly across her eyes. Securely bound, the young woman moaned with pleasure as she struggled lightly in her restraints, her arms and legs helpless in their bonds. Mark rubbed his hands across Tanya's tight ass, running questing fingers across the warm flesh. He pulled the scantily-clad woman's g-string off, then rubbed her wet pussy with the ointment-covered fingers of his right hand. Tanya groaned loudly, pressing her cunt against Mark's probing digits until he slid two inside of her snatch, tickling her clenching slit as it grew wet with arousal.
Pushing Tanya down onto her face, Mark watched her ass jut upwards, making it easy for him to lean down and lick her throbbing cunt. The woman moaned against her gag as the rogue caressed her fleshy labia, then slid his tongue between the folds of her secret, forbidden place. Enjoying the taste and smell of Tanya's pussy, Mark buried his face in her crotch, licking and sucking her vagina as she panted like a bitch in heat. Droplets of sweat glistened on Tanya's pale, smooth skin as her ass moved up and down while Mark ate out her pussy. Grabbing the brunette's round ass with both hands, Mark squeezed her flesh in a vice-like grip, then slapped and spanked her skin until it turned cherry-red. Tanya moaned and panted with excitement, her pussy dripping with warm, sticky honey which the rogue quickly lapped up with his tongue. With a cock begging for release, Mark pulled Tanya upright again, then turned her around so that her heaving breasts faced him. Snapping off the black, lace bra, Mark fondled and licked Tanya's tits, surrounding the pink nipples with trails of wet saliva. Releasing his black breeches, the thief grabbed his large rod with his right hand, then rubbed the head across Tanya's smooth, flat stomach. The woman moaned softy as she felt the warm cock on her flesh, the head leaving a thin trail of pre-cum across her skin. Pushing Tanya onto her back, Mark straddled her tied up body, then slid his pulsing tool between her erect, ripe tits. Seizing the headboard of the bed, Mark began pumping his meat between Tanya's mounds of sweet flesh, rubbing his cock against her warm skin. The blindfolded woman moaned with pleasure as she felt the throbbing pole of manmeat slide across her breasts, making her nipples hard with arousal. Mark reached down to squeeze Tanya's tits together, surrounding his penis with her warm, heaving flesh. The thief tore off the prone woman's gag, then grunted with release as he spurted hot cum across her breasts, chin and mouth. Tanya smiled as she licked the sticky cream from her lips, then she moaned loudly as an orgasm began to build in her crotch.
"Fuck me now!" begged Tanya as she thrust her dripping pussy towards Mark. Spreading the naked woman's legs apart, the rogue slid his cum-soaked rod into her tight slit, pushing deeply into her fuckhole until he filled her belly with his quivering meat.
"Yes! Harder!" screamed Tanya as she pumped her hips upwards onto Mark's stiff member. The thief slid his hands across his lover's stomach until he reached her jism-coated breasts. Squeezing her melons firmly, Mark pumped in and out of Tanya's cunt until she shouted with pleasure, her starving pussy contracting around the rogue's cock and squeezing it dry. Slick honey poured from Tanya's snatch, dripping down her slim thighs and staining the rich, white sheets.
***
Gwen wandered aimlessly down the crowd-choked streets of Barak Varr. Afternoon faded into night, prodding citizens to light candles and lanterns within their homes as street custodians lit lamps on tall corner poles. Wrapped in her own dark thoughts, the Elf girl was completely surprised when two large men dragged her into an alley and drugged her with a moist cloth over the nose and mouth. Unconscious and limp, the men stuffed Gwen into a thick, cloth sack, then hastily left the alley and travelled south towards the dock quarter. Slinking into a dark, seemingly abandoned warehouse, the men carried their beautiful burden down a wooden trapdoor, then descended a ladder into a torch-lit, underground chamber.
"Did you get one?" asked a corpse-thin, pasty-fleshed man dressed in black robes.
"Yeah, a real looker," grinned the dark-haired thug viciously.
"Put her on the examining table," ordered the pale man as he turned to a nearby table full of chemicals and liquid-filled beakers. While he carefully drew red fluid into a injector, the two men deposited the cloth sack onto a body-length marble block, then carefully withdrew the helpless Elf girl. Smiling cruelly, the pale man walked up to the block, then took Gwen's right arm and injected her with the thick, red fluid. The young woman's body trembled and spasmed as the strange concoction filled her bloodstream, altering her mind and filling it with dark impulses.
"This wench will fetch a fine price," remarked the pale man with a smug expression. "Perhaps one of the local merchant lords will want her."
"Do we take her to the usual place?" asked the blonde-haired thug.
"Yes, and don't forget to get the gold before you leave," admonished the black-robed leader with a frown.
"We won't forget," re-assured the dark-haired thug before he helped his partner replace the sack over Gwen's body, then sling her over his left shoulder as he left the chamber.
***
The Elf girl awoke upon a small, sweat-stained cot inside a tiny, brightly-lit dressing room. Loud, thunderous drums and shrilling flutes assaulted the blonde girl's sensitive ears as she shook her head and groaned softly.
"You better hurry, you're on next," said a rich, husky voice from one of the dressing tables. Focusing her bleary eyes, Gwen saw a slim, red-haired woman with light blue skin and delicate, bat-like wings. Turning from her make-up application, the strange female smiled lightly at the Elf girl, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. "Hi, I'm Demona."
"What are you?" asked Gwen weakly as she struggled to her feet.
"I'm a Succubus, thank you very much," replied Demona crossly with twitching wings.
"Where am I?" inquired Gwen before she sat at a nearby table and gazed at her droopy-lidded image in a dressing mirror.
"The Gates of Pleasure, a local stripbar and slave market. If someone takes a fancy to you during your act, they'll buy you and take you away," answered the demon-girl as she finished applying her black lipstick, then began touching up her eyelashes.
"What's the fucking problem?!" roared a male voice just before the door of the dressing room slammed open revealing a short, black-bearded Dwarf with an eyepatch on his left eye and a ugly scar running from forehead to chin.
"The new meat is still out of it, Sergio," replied Demona casually.
"Devil's balls! I have to do everything around here!" swore the Dwarf as he charged forward, ripped off Gwen's thin shift, then pushed her towards a rack of small, leather outfits. "Put one on, bitch! Then be on stage in three minutes unless you want me to get really nasty!"
Slapping the Elf girl's ass painfully, Sergio stomped out of the room, leaving her alone with the uncaring Succubus.
"Got to go. I'm giving some cleric a blowjob," said Demona with a sly wink as she swayed seductively out of the dressing room. Left alone, Gwen hugged her arms across her round breasts, then looked at the leather halters and straps that passed for clothing.
Strangely, the Elf girl found herself drawn to the leather attire. Walking up to the rack, Gwen touched a black, leather bra with her right hand, rubbing the slick material with her slim fingers. Smiling with unconscious pleasure, Gwen raised the leather material to her right cheek, then rubbed it across her blushing flesh as she moaned softly. Sergio shouted for Gwen to hurry, forcing her to quickly don the leather, metal-studded bra, a black, leather g-string, glossy, thigh-length, spike-heeled boots, gloves, and a choke collar. The Elf girl hastily tied her long, blonde hair in a ponytail, then applied bright, red lipstick to her full, sensuous lips. Pressing her lips together, then pouting, Gwen quickly left the dressing room, then ran to the brightly-lit stage and mounted it.
Roars of approval and applause slammed against Gwen as she stared at the crowd-filled tavern. While the stage was brightly-lit by Gloworbs, the common room was dark, illuminated only by small table candles and the flames of pipes and other recreational herbs. A small band to the left of Gwen began pounding a dull, stomach-clenching beat, while flutes and other wind instruments began a chaotic, un-inhibited swirl. The Elf girl felt her blood begin to boil and seethe in her veins, forcing her to sway softly in time to the music. She began a slow series of spins, showing off her nearly bare ass and long, beautiful legs. The Elf girl dipped and swayed her arms, rolling her hips to the pounding of the large drums.
Drunk, drugged men shouted their approval, exciting Gwen and making her even more aroused. She faced her audience, thrusting her crotch at them, then sliding her hands across her firm breasts and flat stomach. The Elf girl reached behind her back, releasing the leather bra and letting it fall to the floor. Men hooted loudly as she leaned forward, allowing her tits to dangle and jiggle teasingly. She straightened her posture, then squeezed her breasts together with both hands as she licked her moist, red lips with her pink tongue. The roar of the sex-charged males caressed Gwen's hot skin, making her pant with excitement as she knelt on the floor of the stage, then leaned back on her heels, releasing her long, shining, blonde hair and shaking it across her back and shoulders.
Thrusting her leather-clad crotch at the crowd, Gwen slid her right hand down the side of her thigh, then snapped the thin string that held her panties together. The small garment fell between her slim legs, exposing her wet, throbbing pussy to the gathering of horny men. As the audience cheered and encouraged her, the Elf girl leaned back on her left hand and spike-heeled feet, her right hand descending to her slick, pink cunt. Rubbing her labia and clit with long, delicate fingers, Gwen moaned loudly as she fingered her slit, then slid a finger into her clenching fuckhole. Men were cheering and jumping up and down as they watched the slutty Elf bitch masturbate in front of them, her large, round tits heaving as she probed herself with sharp, questing fingers. Warm honey dripped from Gwen's pussy and pooled underneath her as she slid her fingers in and out of her tight cunt. The Elf girl moaned and panted, her lips slightly parted and inviting as sweat glistened on her naked, pale flesh. Groaning loudly, Gwen orgasmed, spurting cream out into the ravenous audience. Men crowded onto the stage to lick the Elf slut's honey and inhale, her intoxicating, female scent. Sergio quickly climbed onstage, wrapping the still finger-fucking Elf girl with a brown towel and dragging her from the platform.
"You're going to make me very rich," whispered the black-haired Dwarf with a feral grin as he led the stumbling, dazed young woman back to the dressing room in preparation of her sale into slavery.
***
Gwen awoke to find herself on a small bed inside a dark, musky wagon. The vehicle lurched from side to side as it travelled east along a thin, uneven road. The Elf girl looked down to see that she was dressed in a black leather harness that squeezed her bare breasts and made them jut outwards. She still wore her thigh-length, heeled boots, as well as a pair of black, crotchless panties. The choke collar around her slim neck was snug against her warm flesh as it jerked foward by a long chain. Gwen was pulled forward into the view of a fat human who wore expensive silk clothes and bore many jewelled rings and necklaces. He had mid-length, greasy, black hair and fat jowls that jiggled as the wagon bumped and swayed on the road.
"Hello, sweet meat. I'm glad that you're awake," hissed the fat man as he gazed longingly at Gwen's lush body. "We're going to play a little to pass the time." "I don't think so," replied the Elf girl with disgust as she attempted to cover her naked breasts with her arms.
"I had hoped I wouldn't have to do this so soon, you were really hot on that stage last night," sighed the man before he grasped a pouch from a nearby counter and opened it. Pouring a small sample of black powder into his chubby right hand, the fat merchant blew the substance into Gwen's face, making her cough and blink her wide, blue eyes.
The Elf girl inhaled the drug, which made her body grow warm and aroused with lust. A strong itch grew in her crotch until she spread her long legs apart and began rubbing her burning pussy energetically. Strong, female musk filled the small wagon compartment, making the fat merchant slaver in excitement. He watched closely as Gwen ran two delicate fingers across her cunt, caressing her womanhood until it glistened with fluid. The blonde girl leaned back against the wall of the wagon and closed her eyes as she panted softly and stroked her throbbing slit. Naked breasts heaved and grew flush with warmth as the aroused girl masturbated for her master's pleasure. Gwen slid her two caressing fingers into her tight fuckhole, relishing the sensation of her vagina clenching tightly around her questing digits. She moaned and licked her full, red lips as her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, becoming moist and slick from her dripping cunt juices. The fat merchant leaned forward to inhale Gwen's coy scent, then smiled as the horny Elf girl removed her thrusting fingers and allowed him to lick her honey from them. The man sucked on Gwen's fingers wantonly, then slid onto the bed and pressed his flabby lips tightly to the girl's pouty mouth.
Gwen moaned softly as she returned her master's wet kiss, allowing him to explore her mouth and throat with his cold tongue. The merchant lord licked the scantily-clad girl's neck and shoulders, then latched firmly onto her left breast and began suckling on it like a starving baby. The Elf girl smiled with pleasure as her master fed on her tit, sucking firmly on her nipples until they grew hard with arousal. She slid her small hands into the merchant's greasy hair, caressing his skull as he filled his maw with her warm, delicious flesh. The fat man gobbled Gwen's breasts until they were covered in saliva, then he plunged down into her open crotch and nuzzled inside of her wet pussy. Gwen groaned loudly as her lord probed deeply into her cunt with his mouth and tongue, savoring her quivering, pink womb as it clenched hungrily. The merchant stroked his cock as he lay across Gwen's lap and lapped across her slit until it was wet with spit.
"C'mon, shove that big, hot cock into my lovehole!" begged Gwen as she squeezed and caressed her large breasts slutfully. Smiling in agreement, the fat merchant turned the Elf girl onto her hands and knees, making it easier for him to reach her dripping pussy with his rock-hard member. Caressing and lightly slapping Gwen's perfect, round ass, the merchant lord slid his cock slowly into her cunt, watching as she shivered with delight and pushed her ass against his waist, shoving the penis deeper into her starving vagina. The blonde girl's pussy surrounded the fat man's rod with warm, cum-soaked flesh, caressing it lovingly as she grinned with pleasure and shoved her firm ass back and forth against his cock. Loose, blonde hair obscured Gwen's enraptured face as her body rocked wantonly and her breasts jiggled rhythmically. The merchant pumped eagerly into his fuckslave's hot cunt, sliding deeply into her belly until he grunted and shot a load of cum into her womb, filling her void with hot seed. The Elf girl groaned in ecstasy, biting her lower lip as she orgasmed in tandem with her lover and gushed hot cream that engulfed the fat man's rod, then trickled down her slim, creamy thighs.
Gasping for air, the merchant lord rolled Gwen onto her back, then leaned down to kiss the panting Elf bitch lingeringly on the lips. He grasped Gwen's small wrists, then held them over her head as he fastened iron manacles to them. The bound, young woman smiled seductively at her master as he collapsed back in his chair, wiping a sweat-covered brow and heaving for breath.
"Please, master, let me suck on your huge, bulging cock," moaned Gwen as she slowly licked her full, red lips with her tongue.
"That drug's a little too effective," observed the merchant lord as he attempted to cool his flushed skin by waving his hands before his face.