Maiden

by Aishling Morgan

  Not, she reminded herself, that it would be her who accepted the troll’s member in her tuppenny. That would go to Talithea or Aisla, and indeed, as Talithea had already agreed to indulge in some exquisite erotic degradation, this might be a perfect opportunity. She suggested as much as they walked back to the Amaratine, the Princess returning a muted sob that Elethrine took as assent.

  On the ship they found Aisla in Yarath’s cabin with her grass skirt turned up over her bottom and a dozen neatly spaced cane lines decorating her pale skin. She was sighing and clearly ready for entry, so Elethrine and Talithea obliged by sucking Yarath’s cock to full erection before he mounted the maid’s freshly beaten bottom and inserted it into her. Aisla pulled her breasts free of her reed bra as she was humped and came with a finger on her clitty before the shipmaster had finished deep inside her.

  ‘A cabin is reserved for you,’ Yarath called as they descended the gangplank of the Amaratine, ‘and at but thirty weights the head.’

  Highly excited and as ready as they ever would be, the three girls walked back to the alley in which Kenion the Pimp waited. Moving furtively from alley to alley, he conducted them to a house well up the hill from the docks. After a whispered conversation with a servant they were admitted to a large upper chamber, where a heavily built halfling reclined on well stuffed cushions of rich blue silk.

  ‘Kenion?’ the man - evidently Bormontal himself - queried.

  ‘May I introduce Talithea of Mund,’ Kenion answered with a smirk, ‘also her friends Elethrine and Aisla. Talithea has agreed to the proposition that we discussed three days ago.’

  ‘You, a highborn lady of Mund, wish to satisfy the lust of a troll!?’ Bormontal asked Talithea in disbelief.

  ‘Look on it as a debt of honour,’ Talithea replied.

  ‘I will certainly look on it with pleasure,’ Bormontal answered, casting a lust filled glance at the Princess, whose curves were barely concealed beneath her flimsy grass outfit and ruined pantalettes.

  ‘For two hundred weights of iron,’ Kenion put in quickly.

  ‘Two hundred?’ Bormontal answered without surprise. ‘So be it, if her friends are willing to give mouth service while we watch the entertainment.’

  Elethrine nodded, already wondering if halfling cock tasted as good as dwarven.

  ‘Excellent,’ Bormontal went on, ‘very well, two hundred it is.’

  He signalled to a servant who walked briskly to the end of the room and pulled aside a drape. Within was an iron cage and in it sat the troll, a bulky, hulking manthing shaped like a giant goblin save for his skin being stone-grey in place of green and his genitals, fortunately, being in more reasonable proportion to his body. Stark bald, his head resembled nothing so much as a lump of granite, and Elethrine could see why the legend of trolls being made of rock had arisen. In height he was perhaps two heads above Aisla, while the breadth of his chest and his great, solid muscles spoke of enormous power.

  ‘Meet Simooth,’ Bormontal announced with pride, ‘so named for the great dwarven ore crushing machine. Simooth, come, we have a pretty lady for you.’

  The troll stood slowly, his bright, piggy eyes focusing on the girls with unmistakable lust. Elethrine swallowed, awed by the sheer power of the troll. Trolls were rare in Mund and kept to the high peaks of the Spine, but the proudest triumph of Aisla’s giant father Uroth was to have wrestled with a troll - and lived.

  ‘Do not be scared,’ Bormontal said blithely, ‘he is tame and equates girls with erotic pleasure far too strongly to wish to harm you. Yet are you sure? I want a display of wanton passion, not the timid acceptance of a girl who seeks only money.’

  ‘I am sure,’ Talithea said thickly, ‘but perhaps is would serve well to help me first.’

  ‘In what way?’ Bormontal queried.

  ‘By bringing her to heat with a beating,’ Elethrine put in.

  ‘A fine idea, an one that is already part of the bargain,’ Bormontal agreed,’ although such pleasures are not taken lightly here. Hefty fines attach to any man indulging himself, while girls who allow it for their pleasure are chained beneath the public latrine for a week. Still, we are among friends…’

  He trailed off and Elethrine realised that he expected them to start immediately. Nodding to the merchant, the pimp, the three servants and finally the troll, she took Talithea by the ear, pulled her into the middle of the room and sat down on a large chest. Using the brisk, no nonsense manner that she knew would humiliate Talithea most deeply, she pulled the Princess down across her knee, tore the grass skirt away and pulled the pantalettes down and off.

  Bormontal licked his lips at the sight of Talithea’s magnificent bottom and, reclining back on the cushions, signalled to Aisla. As Elethrine pulled Talithea’s bra off to let the Princess’s full breasts swing nude beneath her chest, Aisla knelt to accept the merchant’s penis in her mouth. Elethrine felt the Princess shiver with the deep shame of full nudity and the knowledge that she was to be spanked by hand. As Aisla started to suck, Elethrine started to spank.

  Talithea was soon groaning as her bottom began to colour and also sticking it up to ensure that her own humiliation be deepened by the full display of her pouted tuppenny. Seeing Talithea’s eagerness, Elethrine paused to pull open the Princess’s plump bottom cheeks and show the audience her tight anal aperture. Talithea moaned again and then gave a little choking sob as Elethrine went back to the task of spanking her.

  With the Princess’s bottom a warm ball of glowing flesh and Bormontal’s cock a hard shaft in Aisla’s mouth, Elethrine pushed her victim to the floor and stood up. Talithea stayed down, sobbing and red bottomed with her hips raised so that her well juiced tuppenny was on display to everyone. In the cage, Simooth was clearly aroused, pressing against the bars with a colossal grey erection thrust through into the room.

  ‘Crawl and suck it,’ Elethrine ordered, pointing to the monstrous cock.

  Talithea crawled quickly to the troll’s cage, hesitated only an instant, took hold of the troll’s erection and popped it into her mouth. Simooth’s hand came through the bars, enfolding Talithea’s head and starting to fuck her mouth as she sucked his penis. Elethrine turned to find all three servants and the pimp with their cocks out and ready for her caresses. Walking to the pile of cushions, she made herself comfortable. Eager hands pulled her bra up as she took a servant’s cock in each hand and began to masturbate them while they watched Talithea and the troll. A gentle pressure on her head made her turn, finding the pimp’s cock pointing directly at her mouth. She took it in and began to suck, meanwhile keeping one eye on Talithea’s blazing bottom and straining mouth.

  ‘Put her in,’ Bormontal ordered.

  The third servant crossed the room, and, using an odd mixture of simple words and hand signals, indicated to Simooth that he was going to get more than just the use of Talithea’s mouth. The troll pulled back, his lumpish face breaking into a huge grin. His penis was shiny with the Princess’s saliva and so erect that the great veins along the shaft could be seen to throb. The servant operated the door mechanism and Talithea crawled inside, to be immediately grabbed by Simooth.

  Elethrine watched around her mouthful of Kenion’s cock as her friend was mounted. Talithea was on her knees, bum high, tits swinging and thighs spread. Simooth loomed over her, his penis resting between her freshly spanked buttocks as he held her by the hair. He took hold of his cock and pushed it between Talithea’s bum cheeks, grunting as he sought entry. For an instant Elethrine thought he was going to try and bugger her, but then his penis disappeared into her body and the Princess’s mouth opened in an O of absolute bliss. As always when she watched another girl entered, Elethrine wondered how her own tuppenny would feel stretched around an intruding member. When back in Korismund with her maidenhead intact, she decided, she would do her best to tempt an honourable ravishment. Until then, she had to content herself with sucking and stroking men, or perhaps allowing the penetration of her bottom ring.

  Simooth was
grunting loudly as he fucked Talithea. Nude, with his callused grey hand twisted in her pale hair, her plump pink breasts swinging in time to his thrusts and her reddened buttocks raised to meet him, she looked the perfect picture of female submission. A girl ravished by a troll, Elethrine thought, and began to suck harder on the pimp’s cock at the idea. The halfling’s cock had a gently musky taste, not strong enough to make her loose control, but enough to heighten her erotic pleasure.

  The third servant had entered Aisla were she lay curled up on her side and busy with Bormontal’s erection. The merchant was fondling one heavy breast, which quivered with each of the servant’s thrusts into the maid’s vagina. Elethrine’s jealousy increased as she watch both her friends fucked and her need to be penetrated herself was rising alarmingly. Determined to come before she gave in and begged for entry, she slid a hand between her thighs. Pulling up her grass skirt she found the opening to her drawers and tugged them open. Inside her tuppenny was wet and ready, the lips swollen and parted, her clitty a hard bud in-between.

  Simooth had come in Talithea and was making her lick his cock clean while come dribbled from her gaping vagina. She had her bottom to the room, both holes showing clearly as she used her tongue on the troll’s still hard penis. She had started to masturbate and her fingers could be seen working in the wet pink centre of her white furred tuppenny. Suddenly the troll came again, unexpectedly and full in her face. Talithea gathered a handful of sperm, began to rub it over her stiff nipples and then went back to sucking and masturbating. The Princess was clearly close to orgasm, and as Elethrine’s mouth filled with the pimp’s sperm, both girls started to come.

  As Kenion pulled back from Elethrine’s mouth one of the servants replaced him, the other putting his hand on top of hers and helping her frig as she jerked at his cock. Across the room, Talithea was obviously in the middle of orgasm, while the troll had pushed thick grey fingers into her vagina and anus. Elethrine’s own climax exploded in her head as another load of sperm erupted into her mouth. She swallowed, coming in an ecstasy of touch and visual stimulation as the cock in her hand splashed hot come over her bare breasts and her eyes locked on the sight of the troll’s fingers in Talithea’s holes.

  Then it was over and she was lying back with come dribbling down her chin and splashed across her breasts. She turned, to see the servant who had entered Aisla pull out and spray come over the maid’s buttocks and thighs. Bormontal groaned and sperm burst from Aisla’s lips as he too came, deep in her mouth.

  In the cage the troll was stroking Talithea’s hair as she lay with her head in its lap, licking the last traces of come from its heavy balls. Bormontal, recovering his breath, ordered the Princess released. Talithea exited the cage with an abashed grin, leaving Simooth sitting back with a dopey, satisfied smile on his block shaped face.

  Bormontal ordered water and towels, the servants changing from fellow orgy participants back to their normal roles on the instant. Clean and once again dressed, the three girls lay back on fresh cushions while Bormontal counted out the iron to Kenion and a servant fetched wine.

  ‘For us men, fine red from the Lais Elain valley in Ythan, my homeland,’ Bormontal said to Kenion as the servant returned with two flasks and five matching glasses. ‘Served in matchless Hai glass fashioned in Zihai itself. For the girls the same vessels but a different wine - sweet white Croisaine from the hills to the east of Jihai, rich yet pungent. I will vouch that you have never tasted the like.’

  ‘To the contrary,’ the once more serene Princess answered as she took a glass, ‘at Thieron it is occasionally served with peaches in jelly and other rich desserts.’

  ‘Then perhaps you would prefer something different?’ Bormontal asked.

  Something about the speed of his response alerted Elethrine, even as Talithea was putting the glass beneath her dainty nose.

  ‘This is not Croisaine,’ the Princess stated, ‘or if it is then there is something severely wrong with it.’

  ‘Then to Barbrazel with it,’ Bormontal said. ‘Men, take them.’

  Not wasting time with pointless protest, Elethrine kicked out at the nearest servant, catching his tray and sending its precious burden crashing to the floor. Bormontal cursed and grabbed at her wrist, only to pull back as Aisla’s arm locked around his podgy neck. The troll roared as a servant grappled Talithea and began to shake the bars of the cage. A single servant faced Elethrine, the other attempting to loosen Aisla’s grip on his master’s neck.

  The man with Talithea grunted in pain as her elbow found his crotch. Elethrine jumped back to seize a heavy candelabrum as the slam of the door signalled the hasty departure of Kenion. Elethrine cursed, realising that the pimp still had the two hundred weights of iron. The window was beside her and for an instant she had the option of screaming for the watch. The thought of their well whipped bottoms being discovered and the subsequent chaining beneath the latrine presented itself in forceful counter argument and instead she came forward, swinging the candelabrum. The servant backed away cautiously, only to trip over Aisla’s leg and sprawl backwards onto the floor.

  Elethrine struck out for the man who was trying to free Bormontal from Aisla’s grip, catching him hard on the temple. He slumped onto the cushions, allowing Elethrine to turn and serve Talithea’s antagonist the same way. The remaining servant backed away, wary of Elethrine’s weapon. Bormontal’s face was turning blue, and Aisla had the light of murder in her eyes.

  ‘Leave him!’ Elethrine ordered. ‘Let us flee!’

  Aisla obeyed on the instant, dropping the fat merchant and jumping to her feet. Amid a chorus of Simooth’s roars, Bormontal’s hoarse gasps and the servants’ groans, they sped for the door and burst into the passage, only to find themselves faced by three guards with clubs held at the ready. Elethrine hurled herself forward, taking the middle guard down the stairs. She rolled, the man’s heavy body throwing her off balance as she scrabbled for a hold. For an instant she was in free fall and then her head struck the floor and everything seemed to explode in a shower of sparks.

  Chapter Ten - Nymph

  Elethrine awoke with a sore head to find herself, Talithea and Aisla caged on the foredeck of a barge. They were near naked, Aisla alone retaining both top and skirt, although coarse weaved rugs allowed some modesty, and each bore an anklet of iron securely locked and engraved with a cursive symbol that she knew related to Bormontal. A hurried inspection allowed Elethrine to discover that they still had the map, concealed with care in the complex folds of her drawers. A sweet-sour taste in her mouth suggested that she had been fed drugged wine after becoming unconscious.

  The merchant himself approached when all three of them had revived. Offering water, he explained that they were captive and that they were on the river Lais-Elain. Despite their cold, angry response he seemed inclined to further explanation, only to be called away to answer some dispute between his guards and the crew. For the remainder of the day he failed to make an appearance, adding a feeling of unimportance to Elethrine’s fury and shame.

  On the second day on the Lais-Elain the barge reached the Elven city of Lai. Despite her misery Elethrine could not help but stare. Towers of some pale, near white stone rose from within a high wall. Unlike the thick, round greystone towers of Mund, these were slender structures with an apparent fragility that appeared to belie their great height. Narrow spans connected them, one to another, creating a spiders-web of glittering white. As they drew nearer she made out the elves themselves. Tiny white haired beings as fragile as their architecture. They strolled across the bridges and walked the top of the wall, apparently oblivious to the gulfs of air beneath them. Wary of their evil reputation, she stayed still, huddled into her blanket with everything but her face covered. The elves took no notice, even as the barges glided beneath the walls of Lai, held carefully in midstream by the boatswain.

  Glancing up they drifted past, Elethrine could make out the faces of the Elves, their haughty visages like nightmares carved in bone, beaut
iful yet utterly cold. Both males and females were present, of similar size but the females even more slender and graceful than their male counterparts. Tiny, high breasts and slim waists marked the females, while both sexes had skin the colour of charta and hair of pure white. As they passed, one female looked directly at Elethrine with a gaze showing no more interest than a human might have bestowed on a rock.

  The bargees stayed absolutely quiet, minding their tasks and ignoring the elves. Bormontal alone dared to watch the city, his expression one of concern as his eyes took in the view. Elethrine noticed that he seemed to be paying particular attention to various apertures in the otherwise featureless wall. From each one a long tube of some silvery-grey metal protruded, its shape alarmingly similar to the bombards of Vendjome and the Black Joke, only somehow conveying the potential for far greater destructive power. Only when the weird city had faded astern into the murk did Bormontal speak, blowing out his great cheeks in an expression of profound relief.

  ‘An evil race,’ he sighed as he turned to the boatswain, ‘Had I the power I would see them dead - every one.’

  The boatswain gave a taciturn nod, adding his own opinion with an insulting gesture towards the distant towers.

  ‘Still,’ Bormontal continued, suddenly cheerful again, ‘think of their fury if they knew what I plan, eh?’

  ‘Your death would last ten thousand days,’ the boatswain replied glumly.

  ‘Ha!’ Bormontal laughed. ‘How are they to find out when they never leave their high towers?’

  The boatswain merely grunted.

  ‘What do you plan?’ Elethrine asked, aware that whatever scheme the fat merchant was plotting certainly involved herself and her friends.

  ‘To become rich, immensely rich,’ Bormontal answered, beaming at his captives.