by Rowan Bree
Jasper Swift
You close the letter and tuck it into your dress. The stars seem too bright. Rings of herb smoke float out into the night, making your eyes water. You close them and let the rattle of the cart lull you away from your thoughts.
Epilogue.
You decide you should be safe due to your status and head for the guards’ table. But before you can get a couple of feet the guards’ hands are all over you.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” says a guard with short blond hair as he hooks an arm around your waist.
An orc guard tries to pull you to him but the blond man keeps you close.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
You mutter something incoherent as a guard with a bushy beard grabs your breasts. “She’s one of them Order bitches,” he growls. “Like that one we caught the other night.”
You elbow him and try to get away before any more of the men grab for you. But they aren’t willing to let you go so easily.
One grabs you by the arms while another lifts up your skirts to take a peek at what’s underneath.
The blond guard tries to stop them but a particularly large half-orc begins to draw his sword. They stare each other down but ultimately the blond guard yields.
“Let’s take ‘er outside,” the half-orc growls and you are lifted off your feet by the guards and taken from the hall. The blond guard stays behind.
None of the other guests spare you or your captors a passing glance as the guards do a good job of hiding you from view. You can’t even scream because of the hand clamped over your mouth. They take you out of the castle to a secluded part of the courtyard behind the guards’ barracks. They toss you to the dirt, jeering at you and tearing at your dress.
You hear the clatter of belt buckles and see the men close in around you. One of them, the half-orc from before, kneels and pushes your dress up above your waist. You try to cover yourself but he forces your hands away.
“I do like the nice tight cunts of noble women,” he says. He slides a finger along your pussy. “Though I don’t feel much like sticking my dick where the Order mages have stuck theirs.” He pushes his finger inside you and wiggles it around.
He pushes another finger inside you and spreads your pussy so that all the men can see. He teases you with his other hand, sliding a finger in and out of your gaped opening.
“Any bets on how far she stretches?” the half-orc says. You quiver as he presses on something sensitive inside you.
An orc guard offers, “No more than the three fingers you’ve got in her. Two silver.”
“Four fingers,” another shouts.
“Plus two in her ass,” says another.
You feel another finger pushing inside you. You bite back a moan, but you can’t mask your arousal.
The half-orc says, “Kent, you’re out two silver. And she’s getting mighty wet. Anyone wants to make a bet has to do it now.”
“Three in her ass.”
“And a bottle in her cunt.”
The last suggestion is by far the most popular, with the remaining guards throwing in their bet.
The half-orc closes the bets and puts his attention back on you. He pumps his fingers massaging your g-spot, while his free hand tears your dress down off your breasts. You start to shake as you come around the half-orc’s four fingers, drenching his hand and letting out a weak cry.
He chuckles and slides a wet finger into your ass. “Eric is out. Who had bets on one in her ass?”
“It was two,” the bearded guard corrects him.
You feel another finger slide in, and hope it will all be over soon when they find that you can’t stretch any further.
The half-orc starts to fuck you with his fingers, sliding one hand in while he pulls the other out. The constant stimulation only makes you hungry for more. You feel your ass relaxing and the half-orc does too. He adds another finger.
“Nathan’s out too. Who’s left?”
A few men raise their hands. The ones who suggested the bottle. There is no way something that big will fit inside you, not with your ass filled at the same time.
The half-orc fucks you to another orgasm, one that leaves you drained and quivering in the dirt. You are thankful when his fingers leave you. It seems your torture is over. That is, until one of the guards produces an empty bottle of ale. He hands it to the half-orc with a grin.
“If this goes inside her,” the half-orc says, “you split the pot three ways. I’ll throw in four silver of my own so you’ll each get six silver, minus your own bets. If not the eighteen silver goes to Herrick.”
“Get on with it,” one of the guards shouts.
You feel the wide end of the ale bottle pressing against your pussy. As aroused as you are, there is no way it is going to fit inside of you.
“Looks like Herrick’s the winner,” the half-orc says.
There are grumbles of displeasure among the other three.
“She isn’t wet enough,” one of them says.
“I’ll fix that,” another says, pushing the half-orc out of the way. He pulls his cock from his trousers and strokes it vigorously as he paws at your exposed body. He grunts and you feel a spurt of warmth on your pussy. He rubs his cock head against your opening as he continues to cum.
When he is done he looks towards the others. “It’s not gonna be enough. Get in there and help.”
The other two take turns prepping you for the bottle, coating you in their cum until your pussy is a slimy mess. Even some of the men who have already lost their bets join in for the fun of it. When the half-orc finally presses the cold glass against your pussy, you fear it will actually fit.
“You forgot the three in her ass,” one of the guards says. He must be Herrick, the only one hoping the glass bottle doesn’t fit. All the other guards watch with perverted fascination as the half-orc slips three fingers into your ass. You moan weakly, no longer able to control your reactions. You are their plaything.
The bottle presses your opening, then slides in. The half-orc grins down at you. “I never would have thought,” he says. “But you’re quite a loose little slut.”
He fucks you slowly with the bottle. You writhe and moan, your hips moving lewdly as if begging to be fucked harder even though you know it would break you. The guards call you all manner of names suggesting the reasons you’re able to fit so much inside you. Only you know how much of it is true.
The half-orc slides his fingers from your ass and thumbs your clit. You come instantly, overwhelmed with relief that your humiliation is finally over.
The cum-slick bottle falls from your used pussy as the half-orc goes to collect bets and count out the winnings. No one gives you a second thought. They leave you lying there in the dirt and go back to the party as if nothing happened.
You shakily get to your feet. The necklace around your neck has a faint red glow to it that dies back down after a few moments. Aside from your utter disgust, you seem otherwise unharmed. The only problem is that you are now locked out of the castle. You’ll need to find a way back in.
As the main gates are barred shut, you look for an alternate route. In your search you find a trapdoor that seems to lead into the castle basement. Lit torches line the passage telling you the route must be regularly used. You follow it until you come to a fork, on the right-hand side a narrow staircase spiraling downwards and lit by torches and on the left a cobweb-covered passage illuminated only by pale moonlight.
Take the spiral staircase downwards.
Follow the cobwebbed passage.
You decide you should be safe due to your status and head for the guards’ table. But before you can get a couple of feet the guards’ hands are all over you.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” says a guard with short blond hair as he hooks an arm around your waist.
An orc guard tries to pull you to him but the blond man keeps you close.
“What’s
your name?” he asks.
You mutter something incoherent as a guard with a bushy beard grabs your breasts. “She’s one of them Order bitches,” he growls. “Like that one we caught the other night.”
You elbow him and try to get away before any more of the men grab for you. But they aren’t willing to let you go so easily.
One grabs you by the arms while another lifts up your skirts to take a peek at what’s underneath.
The blond guard tries to stop them but a particularly large half-orc begins to draw his sword. They stare each other down but ultimately the blond guard yields.
“Let’s take ‘er outside,” the half-orc growls and you are lifted off your feet by the guards and taken from the hall. The blond guard stays behind.
None of the other guests spare you or your captors a passing glance as the guards do a good job of hiding you from view. You can’t even scream because of the hand clamped over your mouth. They take you out of the castle to a secluded part of the courtyard behind the guards’ barracks. They toss you to the dirt, jeering at you and tearing at your dress.
You hear the clatter of belt buckles and see the men close in around you. One of them, the half-orc from before, kneels and pushes your dress up above your waist. You try to cover yourself but he forces your hands away.
“I do like the nice tight cunts of noble women,” he says. He slides a finger along your pussy. “Though I don’t feel much like sticking my dick where the Order mages have stuck theirs.” He pushes his finger inside you and wiggles it around.
He pushes another finger inside you and spreads your pussy so that all the men can see. He teases you with his other hand, sliding a finger in and out of your gaped opening.
“Any bets on how far she stretches?” the half-orc says. You quiver as he presses on something sensitive inside you.
An orc guard offers, “No more than the three fingers you’ve got in her. Two silver.”
“Four fingers,” another shouts.
“Plus two in her ass,” says another.
You feel another finger pushing inside you. You bite back a moan, but you can’t mask your arousal.
The half-orc says, “Kent, you’re out two silver. And she’s getting mighty wet. Anyone wants to make a bet has to do it now.”
“Three in her ass.”
“And a bottle in her cunt.”
The last suggestion is by far the most popular, with the remaining guards throwing in their bet.
The half-orc closes the bets and puts his attention back on you. He pumps his fingers massaging your g-spot, while his free hand tears your dress down off your breasts. You start to shake as you come around the half-orc’s four fingers, drenching his hand and letting out a weak cry.
He chuckles and slides a wet finger into your ass. “Eric is out. Who had bets on one in her ass?”
“It was two,” the bearded guard corrects him.
You feel another finger slide in, and hope it will all be over soon when they find that you can’t stretch any further.
The half-orc starts to fuck you with his fingers, sliding one hand in while he pulls the other out. The constant stimulation only makes you hungry for more. You feel your ass relaxing and the half-orc does too. He adds another finger.
“Nathan’s out too. Who’s left?”
A few men raise their hands. The ones who suggested the bottle. There is no way something that big will fit inside you, not with your ass filled at the same time.
The half-orc fucks you to another orgasm, one that leaves you drained and quivering in the dirt. You are thankful when his fingers leave you. It seems your torture is over. That is, until one of the guards produces an empty bottle of ale. He hands it to the half-orc with a grin.
“If this goes inside her,” the half-orc says, “you split the pot three ways. I’ll throw in four silver of my own so you’ll each get six silver, minus your own bets. If not the eighteen silver goes to Herrick.”
“Get on with it,” one of the guards shouts.
You feel the wide end of the ale bottle pressing against your pussy. As aroused as you are, there is no way it is going to fit inside of you.
“Looks like Herrick’s the winner,” the half-orc says.
There are grumbles of displeasure among the other three.
“She isn’t wet enough,” one of them says.
“I’ll fix that,” another says, pushing the half-orc out of the way. He pulls his cock from his trousers and strokes it vigorously as he paws at your exposed body. He grunts and you feel a spurt of warmth on your pussy. He rubs his cock head against your opening as he continues to cum.
When he is done he looks towards the others. “It’s not gonna be enough. Get in there and help.”
The other two take turns prepping you for the bottle, coating you in their cum until your pussy is a slimy mess. Even some of the men who have already lost their bets join in for the fun of it. When the half-orc finally presses the cold glass against your pussy, you fear it will actually fit.
“You forgot the three in her ass,” one of the guards says. He must be Herrick, the only one hoping the glass bottle doesn’t fit. All the other guards watch with perverted fascination as the half-orc slips three fingers into your ass. You moan weakly, no longer able to control your reactions. You are their plaything.
The bottle presses your opening, then slides in. The half-orc grins down at you. “I never would have thought,” he says. “But you’re quite a loose little slut.”
He fucks you slowly with the bottle. You writhe and moan, your hips moving lewdly as if begging to be fucked harder even though you know it would break you. The guards call you all manner of names suggesting the reasons you’re able to fit so much inside you. Only you know how much of it is true.
The half-orc slides his fingers from your ass and thumbs your clit. You come instantly, overwhelmed with relief that your humiliation is finally over.
The cum-slick bottle falls from your used pussy as the half-orc goes to collect bets and count out the winnings. No one gives you a second thought. They leave you lying there in the dirt and go back to the party as if nothing happened.
“Lost, are we?”
The Old One from the gazebo is standing over you. He looks amused.
“Have you learned to wield your power yet?”
If you had, you probably would have used it to fight off the guards.
He beckons you with a finger. “Come, my dear. I’ll help you.”
You get up and follow him a short distance to a large cage which holds a man. Or at least he seems to be a man until he transforms into the shape of a tall, lean hound. As you watch he transforms back and forth a few times, finally resolving into his human form.
“What is this?” you ask the Old One.
“A test,” he says. “To see if I should help you or not. You see, I’m quite disappointed with your lack of progress and the night is drawing to a close. Soon it will be time to bring this world to heel and I want to know if you are worth having by my side.”
You ask what the test is.
“I caught this shifter stalking the dark passages of the castle. He isn’t one of mine, but he isn’t exactly pure either. It seems he has been having trouble controlling his inner beast ever since the portal opened.
“I’ll give you the key to his cage and the choice to decide his fate. Destroy him, release him, I don’t really care. The important thing is that you make the choice freely.”
Destroy the shifter.
Release the shifter.
Enter the cage.
You play it safe and take the long way around. When you finally make it to where you saw the bare-chested man before, he is no longer there.
As you’re looking around you spot him leaving the hall. You follow him away from the festivities, but he is already gone by the time you make it to the castle’s main entrance. To your right are the locked front gates and to your left is the main staircase up in
to the castle. It doesn’t look like the guards stationed at the gates have let anyone out recently, so you start up the staircase.
As you do, something comes skittering down the stairs at you at an alarming speed. It’s the spider-goblin. You turn to run but your legs get twisted in your long dress and you stumble down the stairs as the thing lands on your back. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its unholy appendage bumping against the bare skin of your back and making you wish your dress had a much more modest cut.
The guards run to help you, grabbing you by the arms and helping you towards the gate. They try to beat back the creature’s many limbs but the thing only clings tighter. A high chittering sound comes from its mouth every time the guards strike it. One of the guards gets the gates open while the other tries to pry the thing from your back. But no matter how hard you fight, you can’t get it off.
“Sorry,” the guard says, pushing you towards the gate.
Panic sets in as you realize he plans to throw you out with the creature. You kick and fight, sounding just like the woman from earlier tonight as you plead for them to spare you.
The guard shoves you out past the gates and closes them quickly. You hear the wooden draw bar thud into place, destroying any hope you had of making it back inside.
The creature screeches, humping furiously at you. Your back is sticky and your body aching from all the limbs grabbing at you. You fall to your knees trying desperately to pry away from its grip. One of the creature’s claws catches on your necklace chain, threatening to choke you. You grasp the heavy stone with both hands, and as soon as your fingers touch it you feel a bolt of energy and a sudden weightlessness. The goblin creature is gone.
You shakily get to your feet. The necklace has a faint red glow to it that dies back down after a few moments. Aside from your utter disgust, you seem otherwise unharmed. The only problem is that you are now locked out of the castle. You’ll need to find a way back in.