I sighed, and stepped on Vikki's toes as I followed him. Up close, I could smell his orc blood. Every sentient race had a distinct scent. He was tall, but not as tall as a full orc. Still, he towered over me.
Orr led me to a door at the end of the bar. Inside was a dressing room for the girls. There was several piles of dancing silks, in numerous styles. On the other side of the room was a pile of high heels. There was a single mirror, with several lanterns burning to either side. Cosmetics were spread across the vanity before the mirror.
"Strip," he said.
I did as ordered, and quickly shed my clothes. Orr grabbed me before I could pick out anything to wear. He shoved me against the wall next to the pile of shoes, hands all over my tits, lips claiming mine in a demanding kiss.
"Ugh," I grunted into his mouth. He opened my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep. My tongue sought him out, taunting and teasing. I threw one leg around him, reaching down to grab his crotch. I desperately wanted to take control. "Oh baby, slow down. We can take our time and do it right."
He yanked my hair back, sending pain shooting through my neck. "No. No time. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast, and if you can keep up, you have a job."
Orr wrapped is thick arms around my waist, burying his face between my tits. He kissed and nibbled, licked and sucked on my milky pair. My insides were a hot mess, pussy throbbing. I squeaked and squirmed in his arms, clutching at him as he sucked hard on my pebbled nipples. The most amazing jolts of pleasure ripped through me, straight into my aching sex.
Suddenly, all I wanted was for him to mount me. I needed him inside me.
"Take me," I gasped out. Then louder, "Please, take me."
The brothel owner growled, and released me. For a second I stood there wobbling, trying to figure out why he stopped. I got my answer soon enough. Orr pushed down on my shoulders, and I knelt before him. He arched a brow down at me, and I nodded.
"Anything you want, baby," I said. Untying his pants, I pulled them down past his knees. His cock sprang up, slapping me in the face. It was easily the longest, thickest I'd ever seen. I gawked at his erection a second, wondering if I'd made a really bad mistake. "Oh, that's going to hurt."
"Yes," he said, chuckling darkly. "It will. Now suck it like a whore, elfmaid. Make it pretty. Make me believe you love doing it."
Wrapping both hands around his thick shaft, I stroked him firmly. At the same time, I kissed and licked its large, purple cock head. Then I licked all the way down one side, and back up the other. He palmed the back of my head, and I knew it was time. Opening wide, I went down on him.
"That feels good," Orr whispered. "You look good sucking my cock."
"Mmm," was all I could say, with a mouth overflowing with half-orc cock.
I worked my tongue, sucking hard while stroking the lower shaft. I put all I had into it, trying to make him come. The faster the better. I had something to prove. If I could make this bastard come quickly, a man who dedicated his life to dominating and exploiting women, then I proved my ability too well for him to refuse to hire me.
His cock swelled. His breath caught, and he started pulling back. I held tight, one hand wrapping around his large, sweaty balls. I squeezed, sucked, and even hummed.
"Ahh," Orr cried out.
Hot, viscous cum slathered my tongue. I pulled back, a thick rope of cum stretching between my lips and his cock. I held his eyes, letting him soak in his "victory" over me, and he shot another wad between my eyes, and then another across my nose.
"Mmm," I moaned, rolling my tongue as I sucked, going back down on him and swallowing all of his hot, sticky seed. "So, do I have a job?"
Orr stared down at me a moment, breathing heavily. Finally, he nodded and grinned.
The half-orc lifted me up, and slammed me back against the wall. He pressed in tight, lifting my left knee. His cock was still rock hard, and felt hot laying across my belly. As my knee lifted, I felt my sex profoundly. A hot knot formed, and my folds tingled and swelled, blossoming open for him. Orr grabbed his cock and swirled the head around my nether lips, driving me crazy.
"Please," I begged. Thrusting my hips forward, I watched his face and eyes trying to understand what he wanted. I knew what I wanted, what I needed. "I'm yours. Please, take me."
There was nothing sweet about Orr's grin. It was lusty. It was lecherous. It was vicious. Just like the brothel owner, the stinking pimp, he was. My pimp.
Orr thrust hard and deep.
"Uggh!" I cried, back bowing and both legs wrapping around him.
I knew he was big. His was the biggest cock I'd ever known. Inside me, though, it felt monstrous. That long, fat bastard stretched my little hole out to the max, and just a little beyond.
"You like my bitch tamer, don't you elfmaid?"
The half-orc pulled almost out, and then thrust in even deeper.
"Uggh! Yes. So big," I groaned out. "Hurts. So good."
My new pimp pounded into me like a madman. Even as massive as he was, Orr fully sheathed himself inside me with a few thrusts, and that's when he went to town. My body reacted profoundly from the first thrust. The most amazing sensations rippled through me, and I quickly began building towards release.
"Ugh! Ugh!" I cried out with every thrust. "Yes! Ugh! Yes!"
A movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. Vikki was watching through the open door, a look of malicious satisfaction on her pretty face. I so wanted to slap that smug smile off her face.
I felt it then, and forgot all about Vikki. It started as a stirring within, deep in my vagina. I clamped down around him, back bowing, and legs tightening. Then that heady rush began, and my body surged towards climax. Every deep thrust pushed me closer and closer, and he thrust even faster.
"Aaagggh!" I cried. Intense pleasure ripped through me. I bucked and writhed, barely a thought in my head. It was the best ever. "Aaagggh!"
Orr growled and thrust harder, faster, deeper. He forced me to come again, and again. I thought he melted my brain. My whole body ached from the pleasure, and the need for more, more, more.
And then he just stopped, pulled out, and let me fall on my ass. I leaned back against the wall, huffing and puffing, looking up at him towering over me. So big. So strong. So damned wonderful at fucking.
"I'm going to charge them double for you tonight," he said.
My head was spinning, belly quivering. It took a moment before I could think, and understand what he said.
"So I'll get twice as much?"
"No, I will. You'll be paid the same as the other girls," he said. Orr stepped back, tucked his semi-flaccid cock back into his pants and then pointed at the pile of shoes. "Pick out a pair that fits. I'll find you something to wear."
I watched him go over to the piles of dancing silks. Licking my lips, wondering if I'd ever get the taste of him out of my mouth, I actually felt rather accomplished. Oddly enough, his cum tasted better than any I've ever enjoyed. And his cock was the best ever!
Seeing him pick out a skimpy red halter, I turned to the shoes and found a pair of sky high red stilettos. Putting them on, I gathered up my flying leathers. Walking over to him, I listened to the song of my shoes, clacking sexily on the floor. Heels changed everything about me, from how I felt about myself to how my body moved when I walked.
I liked it. A lot. Some of my friends thought I liked it too much.
Orr barely gave the shoes a look. "Put this one, paint your face, and clean up. Hurry."
The half-orc left. It was oddly irritating how he just walked away from me after all we'd just done together. Cold-hearted bastard. He couldn't even give me a little hug and kiss before going?
"Stupid pimp," I muttered, slipping into the red silk halter. It was beyond skimpy. Elves invented skimpy and sexy. Hey, we invented stiletto heels. So we know sexy. Humans, though, had a knack for pushing sexy to the limits. That wisp of a halter cupped my boobs, displaying them beautifully, but was mostly under my tits. It barely covered my nippl
es, and I wasn't sure I could even walk without bouncing out of it. "I wonder if he'll let me keep it?"
The "skirt" wasn't really. All it consisted of was two narrow strips of diaphanous red silk, front and back, tied at my hips. It really didn't cover anything. The skirt just made me feel more naked.
After putting on cosmetics, and then pulling my hair back in a bouncy ponytail, I looked over the selection of jewelry. Everything was overly big, tawdry, and cheap. Mostly, it was painted wood. I put on a red bracelet and matching hoop earrings. Big hoops. I'd never worn wooden jewelry before. Kinda liked it. It made me feel cheap and easy, like a real prostitute.
"Hey, lazy girl, it's time to go," Vikki said. She stood in the door, looking me over. The scowl on her face made me feel all tingly inside. "Come on. Time to sell your sweet elfin ass to men."
Chapter 5
It was prostitutes on parade. Orr led us out onto the street. The other brothel owners and their girls were walking by, heading for the castle. Villagers stood on either side of the narrow, winding street and watched with hungry eyes. The girls all wore their skimpiest, sexiest outfits. Each brothel had a distinct manner of dress.
We fell in at the end, following the other three brothels up to the castle gates.
I did my best to flirt with the guards, while studying the layout and defenses of the castle. Once inside the curtain walls, I got a much better idea of what I was up against. The main keep was just inside the gate, with the aerie tower to its east. Despite how it looked outside the castle, the aerie tower was not taller than the main keep. The aerie was on a rise, making it look taller. The aerie had only four levels for direhawks, with a ground level or five all together. Each level was tall enough to hold a direhawk.
The prostitutes filed straight into the keep, which I assumed had the Great Hall and Count Urik's residence. Spirited music drifted out of the keep. The main door was on the first floor, or one level up from the ground floor. A wooden stairs and deck gave access to the entrance. The only windows were on the top two floors, and so it made it hard to estimate the number of floors. My best estimate was eight levels, not counting the roof.
I saw two barracks, a smithy, and several stables lining the inside of the curtain walls. There were two wells within sight, and I suspected another deep under the keep. I didn't see much to hide behind if caught out in the bailey later.
The guards on the curtain walls could see down easily enough. I didn't see any guards stationed at the aerie, or anywhere but the gate and catwalks. All total, maybe twenty men patrolling on the catwalks. I figured most of the gate guards would join us in the keep once the gates were closed. I sighed in relief to find no patrols in the bailey.
Just from the few minutes I had between the gate and the keep, I noticed the aerie tower was much newer construction. It was built of the native sandstone, while the rest of the castle was dark gray granite. That fact didn't help me, since all of the stone was dressed smooth to keep anyone from climbing up the side.
Nightfall was an hour away, with a mostly cloudy sky. Once it was dark I could sneak between the towers. Until then, I would entertain the Warlord's troops. Oddly enough, the closer I got to the keep's door, the tighter my lower belly became. The swing of my hips became more exaggerated, and my stride made my boobs jostle more. My body, at least, was getting ready for the party about to happen between my thighs.
"An elfmaid," the guard at the door said. I stopped as he reached out. His hand cupped the back of my head, and his thumb rubbed the tip of my ear. His other hand squeezed my tits. "You're a little skinny, but I'm going to tap your ass, elfmaid."
I'll never understand humans' fascination with pointed ears. Maybe it was because every race in the known world had pointed ears, except humans and dwarves. That said, I wore my hair in a ponytail to display my ears, knowing it would excite the men.
I graced him with a sexy lip bite and lowered my eyes submissively. "I'll make it best you ever had, master."
The door opened into the Great Hall. There were at least a hundred and fifty prostitutes, but twice that many soldiers. With more soldiers outside. Two to one wasn't as bad as I feared. It was doable, though I was sure each guy would take several girls during the course of the night.
The infamous Warlord, Count Urik of Krakken, sat upon a throne across the room. I'd never seen him before, or heard him described, but thought of him as an elderly, hairy, butt-ugly man. Imagine my surprise to discover he was none of that. Urik looked to be mid-thirties, with long dark hair and brown eyes. Instead of a full beard, he had a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. He looked like a warrior in his prime.
"Maybe I should introduce myself to our host," I whispered.
There were four long trestle tables set up in the Great Hall. Each would seat about a hundred, so with the men and women combined seating was scarce. I started walking between the two innermost tables, eyes locked on the Warlord. After all, I had an hour or so to kill, might as well do it with the biggest, baddest, sexiest man of them all.
"Hey, an elfmaid," a soldier said to my left. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me into his lap. His big, callused hands were all over my body in a heartbeat. "She's mine!"
"Ack!" I cried, feeling my halter pulled off. He palmed the back of my head, pulling me down into a deep, demanding kiss. "Mmmmm."
It took a while, but I finally broke free of his kiss. He lowered his face to my tits, kissing, licking, nibbling. His hands roamed my body, mostly squeezing my butt and tits.
"Ooooh," I said, head spinning. I glanced at Urik on his throne. Two naked blondes were rubbing their bodies against him, taking turns kissing him. So I turned back to the man who'd claimed me. "What's your name, big boy? I'm — Oh! Don't pinch so hard. I'm Duvessa."
"I'm Mikken," he said.
I was straddling his lap, my knees on a hard bench. The bulge between Mikken's legs rubbed against my pussy, sending the sweetest sensations spiraling through me. His hands mauled my naked tits. There was nothing gentle or sensuous about that fondling. And then he started pinching my nipples, really hard.
"Oh baby, slow down," I said. "We have all night. You don't want to spend yourself too soon."
"Not a problem," Mikken said. He tapped a piece of jade jewelry hanging on a leather cord around his neck. My eyes widened, seeing that it was a Divine Penis, which was a common talisman to give the wearer greater endurance. With that around his neck, he could fuck me all night long. "Let's get started."
Someone behind me tugged the knot on my left hip loose, releasing my skirt to fall away. Then a delicate, feminine finger thrust up my butt.
"Oh!" I cried, looking back over my shoulder.
"Surprise," Vikki said.
The pretty redhead cupped my chin, and kissed me. She distracted me so, I didn't notice Mikken pull out his cock. I noticed it when he pressed the head to my hot, wet folds. And then he thrust up into me.
"Uggh!" I grunted into Vikki's mouth. He grabbed my hips, and really started thrusting hard and fast into me. Every thrust pulled a grunt out of me. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
My body and libido hadn't recovered from what Orr did to me back at the Sweet Maidens. My insides melted, singing sensually as he filled me up over and over. Vikki's added a finger up my butt, and I realized she had a plan.
"Oh no," I moaned low when she surrendered my lips, and motioned another man over.
The new man pulled my head back by my hair, and kissed me. I could feel Vikki unfastening his pants. Then she was stroking him cock. Finally, the redhead guided him to my butt.
"Push," Vikki said.
"Ugggh!" I cried, my butt hole sudden stretched past the point of pain. "Aaiiee!"
"Ha! Take that, you stuck up old elf," Vikki snarl, face just inches from mine.
I punched her in the nose.
The two men fucking me laughed, but never missed a beat. By this time Mikken was fully sheathed inside me, happily fucking my pussy like a wildman. The soldier up my ass was bigger than Mikken, in every w
ay imaginable. He was still working his way deeper with powerful thrusts. Those two cocks sliding in and out of me, at different rates, was insane.
"Great Gods of Love and Glory!" I cried, eyes huge as I stared at the ceiling. My body erupted with intense pleasure. The best ever. Yeah, I know I think that every time, but this time it truly was the best. "Aaaagggh! Aaaggh!"
~ * ~ * ~
The main entrance opened, with a dozen more soldiers filing inside. I looked past them and smiled. It was dark out. Very dark.
How long have I been in here? I wondered. Probably several hours.
I was on all fours atop a table, facing the door. Another nameless soldier scooted up behind me. His hand came down hard on my right butt cheek.
Thwack!
"Aaiiee!"
Both butt cheeks were bright red from all of the spankings I received that night. Normally, I rather like being spanked. There's a limit. That limit was passed a couple hours back.
Thwack!
"Oh! Baby, be nice," I begged. They liked it when I begged. "Don't hurt your baby girl."
"Heh. Yeah," he said. That didn't sound good. "Lay on your belly. Press your legs together."
I grimaced, laying there holding onto the edge of the table. He straddled my thighs, and then I felt his knees spread, with his cock pushing down between my stinging butt cheeks.
"Uggh!" I grunted as he thrust down into my ass. "Oooooh."
I clamped down as hard as I could around him. The soldier sucked in a breath, but kept on thrusting. Lifting my butt higher, and I squeezed over and over, trying to make him come faster. First of all, my bladder was well past full. They'd ignored my pleas to go relieve myself for the past three men. I couldn't wait any longer.
"You're the man!" I cried. "You're the best."
"Yeah," he cried, thrusting frantically.
I felt him swelling within me. Working my butt the best I could, I pushed him closer and closer. Two more men were moving up, watching me intently. Dammit, no more. I bit my lip, concentrating on the bastard reaming out my butt.
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