A man named Marcus: Going pro

The sound of a whip cracking echoed throughout the cavernous deeps. Off in the far flung corner of the growing Dark Elf settlement, the Drow slave driver has her way with my already wounded back, the leather of the whip sent fire into my flesh with each crack, swelling the cuts that had been made by the Jinko two days prior. I had no way of defending myself, what with my wrists chained to the ceiling and all. The situation was made even more uncomfortable by the fact that the chains held me a inches taller than I was from the ground, forcing me to try and hold myself up with the tips of my toes.

 

“I will ask again!” She barked with yet another crack of the whip. “What is your name!?”

 

I groaned out in pain as the leather began to make its own cuts, blood stained against my back.

 

“K...kkkk...” I wheezed, the whips assault finally ceasing against my back.

 

“Yes!? What is your name!?” She demanded.

 

“K-...Kunta Kinte...”

 

“There.” She hummed with a stretch of her whip. “Was that so difficult?”

 

“Actually, my name is Marcus.” I corrected. “I guess no one would get that joke around he-”

 

I couldn't even finish my sentence, yelping and arching my back as it was struck again.

 

“You will speak when spoken to!” She barked.

 

“But you're already speaking to me, stupid!” I countered, writhing and twisting in place. “Jesus fuck that hurts!”

 

“Oho?~” She mused, even without being able to see her, I could feel her gaze pierce my soul.

 

I could hear her high heels click against the stone ground, closer and closer until I felt her breath on my neck. Her arms wrapped around my sides, causing me to jump at the sudden touch. Her soft breasts pressed against my back, her skin poking out from the sides of the leather top that struggled to contain her bust.

 

“But pain brings pleasure, Marcus.~” She whispered into my ear, reaching into my pants and wrapping her fingers around my rod. “Don't you want to feel good?”

 

She began to stroke me gently, nibbling at my ear and kissing my neck. I couldn't struggle and instead looked up at the ceiling and thought about what I could use to stop the siring pain in my back.

 

“See, you love it already.” She taunted. “Look how hard you've gotten.”

 

“That's probably because you're touching my junk.” I corrected her.

 

She huffed, slapping me upside the head before moving towards the door that led into this little rape dungeon I had found myself in.

 

“Guards! I'm done with this one!” The slaver called out, opening the powerful wooden door and letting two other Drow inside. With a pull of a lever I fell to the ground, grunting in pain when my knees slammed against the hard ground. The guards lifted me by each arm and dragged me across the ground and back towards my cage. I could walk just fine, I just didn't feel like it.

 

“Hey Shari.” I heard one of the guards pipe up. “What do you say we have a little bit of fun with this one?”

 

“No using the merchandise.” This Shari sighed. “If you want him so bad then pay his tag.”

 

“Oh come on, he's costs at least half a years salary!” She complained.

 

“Don't complain if you can't cough up the coin, Myra.”  Shari stated.

 

“Yeah, Myra.” I added. “Premium cost for premium products.”

 

“Shut it, you!” She ordered, knocking me upside the head with her free hand.

 

I was thrown rather harshly back into my cage, rolling on my side once before smacking the back bars. Myra slammed the door and turned to leave without even giving me a second look.

 

“Love you too, Myra!” I called out to no answer. “Bitch...”

 

I sat down and crossed my legs, wiping the grime from my bare chest. I looked around the room, the marble walls and ceiling reflected the kiss from the magic orb above that illuminated the room. All the cages around me were attached, save for the ones on the opposite side of the room. There was an opening on the bottom of both sides of the cage leading into the other, just enough for me to fit my foot through. Maybe if I was actually smart I would be able to do something with that, but even then I doubt it.

 

What was left of the Drow's “haul” were all put side by side, separated by a few bars. To my right was a tall man with a large gut and an amazing beard. He apparently slept through the escape, and judging by how he was snoring right now and only got up to piss and eat since I first saw him, I don't the idea farfetched.

 

Above me was apparently a holy man, sobbing silently to himself and reciting prayers in his cage. He was off in Bouceroc “Educating” the masses when the attack happened.

 

“Shut up, up there!” The man to my left growled. “I can't take your mewling anymore! Take it like a man!”

 

And to my left was a familiar short, balding man with a beard, his gaze piercing and his arms and legs both crossed. He was formerly Moriko's body guard before I laid him out a few days back. And judging by how he hasn't looked at me once, he sure as shit remembers who I am.

 

“Lunch time!” Myra barked, stomping into the holding room with a tray of slop splattered in wooden bowls. “Eat up! We don't want you looking sickly on the market today!”

 

The implications of us being put up for sale today caused the man above me to sob uncontrollably and blubber out scripture after scripture loud and whiny enough to give me a migraine.

 

“Wake up!” Myra barked, kicking the large mans cell until he snorted himself awake.

 

He got up and rubbed his eyes, his large belly jiggling jollily as he approached the bars.

 

“Oh, thank'yeh, sweet heart.” he accepted the bowl with a big rosy smile, he either doesn't know where he is or he just doesn't care.

 

“Hmph.” Myra scoffed, lifting another bowl and bringing it to my cage.

 

She opened the hatch and handed me the bowl, shoving it into my chest and pushing me back slightly more into the cage.

“Enjoy, loser.” She taunted with a grin.

 

“Oh, I will.” I said with a big stupid grin, which made her fume even more.

 

The balding man stood up as she approached his cage with a bowl, opening the hatch and absent mindlessly letting the bowl roll off of her palm.  He yelped in surprise and leaped for the bowl, his fingers brushing against the rim before it flipped one more time and splattered on the ground.

 

“Oops.” Myra giggled. “Ten second rule, its still good.”

 

He stared at the bowl on the ground, Myra leaving the room with her loud giggling echoing through the halls. With a defeated sigh, he picked the empty bowl up and rolled it to the side, leaving the gruel on the ground and his dignity in tact before sitting back down on his original spot.

 

I looked at him and down at my bowl, sighing to myself and moving over to the bars that split our cages.

 

“Hey.” I called out to him, getting his attention. “Hand me your bowl.”

 

“I don't need charity...” He muttered, looking off straight ahead.

 

“Come on, man. We all gotta eat.”

 

He sat there for awhile, sighing in defeat and standing up to retrieve his bowl. He slid it under the opening in the cage, watching as I spilled half of my bowl into his and sliding it back.  

 

“Thanks.” He grumbled, picking up the bowl and digging his fingers into the gruel.

 

“Does he need anymore?” The fat man asked.

 

“No, we're good.” I called back with a wave. “Thanks anyway, Santa.”

 

I turned back to the balding man, scooping some of the slop into my fingers and forcing it down my throat. It was flavourless, but the texture was thick and creamy enough to keep it stuck to your throat. I would compare it to soggy oatmeal but even oatmeal has some sort of flavour.

 

“I'm Marcus, by the way.” I introduced myself, finally able to force the grey slime down my throat.

 

“Henry.”

 

“So, how did they catch you?” I asked before punishing myself with another mouthful of food.

 

“Caught me when I was heading back into town the night of the attack.” He explained. “Lot of good work in Bouceroc, apparently.”

 

He looked away from his bowl and to me, “What about you?”

 

“Got caught by the ankle.” I explained. “Tried to fight the cute one with the eye patch.”

 

Henry snorted and broke into loud laughter, slapping his hand against his knee and wiping a fake tear from his eye.

 

“You tried to fight Sassanna in single combat?”

 

“Well, if you put it like that, I guess it is stupid.”

 

“She's the captain of the guard for a reason.” Henry explains. “And after losing an eye like that? Dark elves tend to not get hit a second time.”

 

“Oh that explains it.” I joked. “I couldn't hit her because she didn't want me to, gotcha.”

 

We both took a few moments to stuff our faces again.

 

“How recent are you on news?” I asked Henry.

 

“Why?” He answered my question with another question.

 

“I was stuck in Cartuga last week with Vellond Legions running around.”

 

“Oh, that explains it.” Henry said before leaning back and crossing his arms.

 

“Well...From what we understand, the economy in Zipangu is stabilizing. Oasis are popping up all over Sahagin...And a Large Mouse is making headway in the boxing circuit.”

 

“No way.” I laughed. “A mouse?”

 

“Yeah, Little Maggie they call her. Nobody can lay a hand on her in the ring.”

 

“Well isn't that some shit.”  

 

We spent the last few hours away just shooting shit and making jokes, a few of them even got a snort or laugh out of the holy man sitting above us. I didn't know what was in store for us in the next few minutes, but if its going to be hell, then you may as well go in good company.

 

“Alright you wretches!” A voice called out from the other side of the chamber.

 

Myra and Shari came marching into the room followed by six other guards, they stormed into our cells and bound our hands, pushing us along in rank and file.

 

“Market time!” Myra called out giddily. “Time for us to sell our wares!”

 

“God help me...” The priest behind me sobbed.

 

“Take it easy.” I whispered back. “You're all old and pruny, you may just get sold as a scribe or something like that.”

 

“You truly believe so?” He asked with hope in his voice.

 

“Yeah, and hey. If that's not the case, I can think of worse fates.”

 

“God's blessed fire! What could be worse than consorting with monsters?” He asked.

 

“Being stabbed in the stomach comes to mind. “Henry spoke up.”

 

“Crushed under rocks is also pretty bad.” The fat man added.

 

“Burned alive.” I added my two cents before we each took turns piling up the list.

 

“Cut in half.”

 

“Trampled by horses.”

 

“Suffocation.”

 

“Axe to the skull.”

 

“A stroke.”

 

“Drowning.”

 

“Stubbing your toe.”

 

“Getting married.”

 

“Paying taxes.”

 

“Tripping.”

 

“Having a sneeze.”

 

“Bad gas.”

 

“Burned alive.”

 

“You already said that.”

 

“Burned alive twice.”

 

“Shut up!” Myra shouted, smacking me upside the head. “Move it!”

 

We were marched in single file, the shackles around our arms were chained to one another's, meaning none of us could try and escape, or all of us could try a really coordinated escape, but I doubt that. We were assaulted by the sounds of hooting and hollering from the Dark Elves in the streets around us, some even being brave enough to try and touch one of us before the guards shooed them away.

 

From what I figured, this part of town was the commercial section, although small, it had everything I figured a Dark Elf would need. Several clothing and shoe shops line up side by side at the very end of the street, followed by nick knack stores, a grocery store, a “hobby” area, and for some reason what I could only figure to be a tourist trap for some reason lined up both sides of the street.

 

We were led atop a podium, forced to stand side by side while the slave master inspected us thoroughly.

 

“Stand straight!” She barked, smacking the one whom I dubbed “Santa” in his stomach, he followed her orders, but he didn't seem to be bothered by her strike.

 

“Look ahead!” She yelled at the priest, who cowered before doing so.

 

“Stop slouching!” She ordered, Henry sighing and rolling his shoulders.

 

“And you-”

 

“I know I know.” I cut her off. “Look pretty. You don't have to tell me to do that, I'm naturally handsome.”

 

My comment caused the others to laugh, even the priest, which warranted a smack in the stomach by her crop.

 

“Don't get smart with me, slave!”

 

“Getting smart with you isn't all that difficult.”

 

“Why yo-”

 

“We got a buyer!” Myra yelled, stopping the slave master from doing any damage.

 

Usually, there would be more Dark Elves up to the podium, crying out bids and making offers. But most of the slave masters stock got away last night, so we were going at high value. It was kind of a self esteem boost, in a weird fucked up way.

 

I watched as a blond Drow stepped up to the podium, the very same that Wolfgang was staring at the night before. She spotted me right away, giving me a narrowed eyed glare that sent a shiver down my spine.

 

“Looking for new cattle, I see.” The Slave Master humoured, crossing her arms under her breasts.

 

“Yes.” The blond one responded. “Most of my escorts went to the surface last night, stunted my business.”

 

“Well then.” The Master said with a wicked grin, presenting us with a wave of her hand. “By all means.”

 

She seemingly ignored the other three, walking straight in front of me and staring me down with a stare that could humble a lion. She leaned to the left and then to the right, inspecting me from every angle she could without stepping over my chains.

 

“Whats your name?” She asked.

 

“Marcus.”

 

“Marcus who?”

 

“Just Marcus.”

 

“You cost me a lot of business, Marcus.” She stated.

 

“I'm glad you remember me.”

 

She placed her hand on my chest, patting down against my pectorals and stomach before squeezing on my arms and wrists.

 

“You're in shape.” She complimented.

 

“I get a lot of work out in the day.”

 

Finally she reached down and cupped my genitals, squeezing down enough to get a wheeze of pain from me and a look of sympathy from my fellow slaves. I curled my lips and blew air from between them, doing my best not to keel over. There was clearly malice in her actions, guess she was still mad.

 

“I'll take him.” She called out, finally liberating my nuts from her iron grip of oppression.

 

“I still need to eat.” The Slave Master mused. “So I'm charging triple the usual fare.”

 

“I don't care.” The blond one stated, dropping a bag of coins into the masters hands. “He's mine.”

 

She turned back to me as the Guards worked on giving me my own pair of chains away from the closest things I had to friends in this place. The blond one turned back to me, clamping down against my cheeks with her fingers.

 

“You are going to earn me back every coin you lost me, got that?”

 

“Ghot eht” I slurred.

 

At this point I figured that she wasn't just a patron, she was actually the proprietor of the only brothel in town. Oh what fun I'm going to have.

 

“See?” I talked to the priest as I was forced passed the last three. “Took the arrow for you! You owe me!”

 

I was paraded down the street like a prisoner being marched to the gallows, the guard Myra constantly shoving me and getting her final smacks in before I became a full fledged who-....oh man, I'm a whore now aren't I? Like an actual whore...

 

I started laughing, loudly and boisterously. I wiped my eyes against my wrist before Myra smacked me again.

 

“Whats so funny!?” She demanded.

 

“Well, there was this thing, where everyone said I was a whore.” I explained. “Because I slept with a bunch of monsters, right? So I was pretty iffy about the title, but now I'm an actual, honest to shit prostitute.”

 

Myra narrowed her eyes, “You're...Known for sleeping with monsters?”.

 

“Oh yeah, went through town like wild fire. Everybody knows, apparently.”

 

“And you're not afraid of gods retribution?”

 

“I'm not even from around here.” I explained. “Can't even say this “God” created me. I'm so off the grid that an Inquisitors head would explode if I explained it to him.”

 

“Hm...” Myra sighed, her assaults on the back of my head stopping as she went silent.

 

Finally, I went through the front doors of my new, and hopefully temporary, home. The damage that had been done by our little raid was already dealt with and cleaned up. It was empty for obvious reasons, and it was beginning to look like I was the only product she had at the moment.

 

“Leave us.” My new “employer” ordered, the guards giving her a bow and exiting the brothel, Myra giving one last peak over her shoulder before the door was shut.

 

She sighed and turned to me, giving me a stern look.

 

“I am Penelope, but you will call me 'Mistress Penelope.”

 

“Can I just call you Miss Penelope?” I asked her.

 

“...Sure.”

 

I was surprised, I was expecting some sort of assault on my well being for that question.

 

Penelope walked over to the whip hanging from the wall, almost the exact same one that was used on me earlier today.

 

“But, you still need to know your place.” She informed me, uncurling the whip and cracking it near the ground. “So for speaking out of turn!”

 

She swung the leather above her head, spinning it once before cracking it against me. It made contact with my face, connecting with my forehead above my right eye and across to my left cheek. With a loud yelp I fell over, bringing my hands up to my face.

 

“Oh my god!” I complained before I groaned.

 

“O-Oh dear!” Penelope yelped, stepping cautiously over to my crumbled form, her tone of voice at a higher pitch. “Are you okay!?”

 

“Why the face though!?” I complained, trying to hold back the inevitable tears from the sting. “It almost broke my nose!”

 

“I was aiming for your chest!” She cried, looking at the whip and dropping it to the ground. “Okay, no more whips.”

 

“That would be appreciated, thanks.”

 

“It was just an experiment.” She said to me, bending down and grabbing on to my wrists to help me off the ground. “But you're still mine until you pay off your debt!”

 

“You know I have money of my own, right?” I told her, rubbing the red spot on my face. “Can't I just pay you off? How much does it total to?”

 

“Twenty thousand coins...”

 

“Okay...Maybe I can't pay you off...”

 

Penelope sat down on a nearby sofa, crossing her legs before she continued speaking.

 

“Bouceroc is the only place we could get men without having to go on expeditions cross country, something we don't have the resources to do. Now that we have a shortage on men, you're going to be my only escort for the time being. And luckily for you, that means I can charge extra for your 'services', which means you may actually get some sleep from client to client.”

 

“At least that's something.” I shrugged, slouching against the wall.

 

“I'm also going to deduct living expenses and food.”

 

“Okay, that's bullshit!”

 

“Well if you didn't want to end up in this situation, then maybe you shouldn't have gotten caught.” Penelope protested with an accusing finger.

 

“Oh yeah, I just came back from a war and almost turning into a walking sex zombie expecting there to be a colony of horny kidnappers with pointy ears waiting for me when I go home.”

 

“Just deal with it.” Penelope ordered. “Its either this or in the mines. They don't even get warm food.”

 

I rubbed my face one more time, “Can I at least pick my room?”

 

“I don't see why not.”

 

I spent at least an hour going from room to room, trying to find the one that looks the least like a kink bar. Which, if you know Dark Elves, is a challenge on its own. I finally settled on the farthest room of the top floor, which was simply a brown room with a bed in the centre, a “discount” room is what Penelope called it, but the sheets were clean and it didn't smell of cheese, so it was good enough for me.

 

Oddly enough, the discount room had an amazing view of the town, I could see all of the red light district and the next two streets over, the Dark Elves and their imported workers going about their days was kind of like a TV series to me. From here I could see their lives unfold, their arguments, their joys, it would have been creepy if I had something to do outside of wait for “patrons” to use me like a toy and throw me away.

 

The majority were, of course, Dark Elves, where I looked it was like an episode of sex and the city or something. They gossiped, they argued, sometimes they fought, and a lot of time was dedicated to shopping, clothing and shoes seemed to be ideal for the populace. Another creature I saw walking around, though not as frequently, were Kobolds. In the year I've spent on this world I may have seen one of them in my entire life, working for a mine in a town I was passing through half a year ago.

 

It looks like I was wrong about them using giant ants as diggers, the kobolds I saw walking around still have grime and dirt on their faces and in the fur of their ears and tail. If I wasn't familiar with monsters, I might have mistaken them for some sort of wolf girl, were it not for their button noses and powerful hands.

 

“Taking in the sights?”

 

I turned to see Penelope standing at the door, watching me as I, in turn, watched the town.

 

“You could say that.” I said to her, resting my chin on my forearms against the window sill. “I didn't expect to see Kobolds here.”

 

“The company they work for took the contract on the lowest bid.” She explained. “Kobolds aren't very picky with the money they make, as long as they have work to do and food to eat, they're happy.”

 

“I also don't discriminate against potential customers.” She explained further. “I hope you don't mind.”

 

“Oh yeah, totally.” I said sarcastically. “Sphinx, wererats, lizard girls, but Kobolds? You gotta draw the line somewhere, right?”

 

Penelope tried to restrain a laugh, giving me a short giggle instead, “Quite the kidder, aren't you?”

 

“I try.”

 

“I suggest you rest.” Penelope said as she turned to the door. “Clean yourself and try to dress properly with the clothing in the closets, as soon as word spread that there is a man in my brothel again, you won't know when you will be called to your duty.”

 

“Duty...” I whispered to myself as the door shut. “Cute.”

 

Penelope's words rang true, that very night after I washed myself and dressed in fresh clothing, I had a visitor at my door. There was no knock and my door was already wide open by the time I turned from the window. Penelope stood at the door with another of her kind with blue hair standing right behind her.

 

“Mistress Ivana paid for an hour.” Penelope explained, “Do show her a good time.”

 

Penelope stood to the side and allowed the Drow enter the room, her long, waist length blue hair swaying with her hips. It took me a second, but I recognized her from the night before the Dark Elf I managed to knock out in the alley.

 

“I knew it would be you.” She said excitedly, the door behind her slamming shut. “I wanted it to be you so badly.”

 

I tried to stand up from my bed only for her to slam her foot into my chest, sending me back down against the mattress. She kicked her high heels up with no constraint, her body shaking in anticipation.

 

“Ever since I felt you on my back, I had to taste you for myself.” She said with a trail of drool running down her chin. “I have to feel you inside me.”

 

“Look, lady.” I tried to reason with her. “You need to calm down, we have an hour.”

 

“An hour all for me!” She gasped, squeezing down on her own breasts before liberating them from her already revealing top, her mounds falling before me with a bounce.

 

She raised her foot between my legs and began rubbing my cock between her toes, the fabric of my new pants rubbing against the skin. She undid her short, letting them fall to the ground and kicking them from her feet before she went back to pressing her foot against my groin.

 

“Don't you want to fuck me?” She asked with crazed eyes. “Don't you want to pound me until I beg you to stop?”

 

This bitch is crazy!

 

Nevertheless, I felt the bulge in my pants grow larger, her foot expertly massaging it at the base until it was hard enough for her liking. She bent over and pulled my pants back, practically ripping them off my legs before tossing them across the room with her clothing.

 

“We only have an hour!” She cried, crawling on to the bed beside me.

 

I went with her movements, pulling myself further up the bed until she had me cornered at the wall. She dragged her teeth against her lower lip so hard I thought she would have drawn blood. Finally she turned around on all fours, revealing her chocolate coloured pussy to me in all of its dripping wet glory.

 

“I can't wait any longer!” She was practically in tears now. “Do your job, slave!”

 

I nodded and positioned myself without word or struggle, pressing my fingers into her left buttocks and guiding myself inside her. She wailed loudly and fell face first as my cock slipped inside her, her entire body shaking madly even before I hilted. Each thrust was met with an almost savage cry, my pelvis and cock already sticky with her fluids.

 

“Spank me!” She ordered.

 

I complied, almost hesitantly striking her ass only for her to order me to do it again but harder. I did so until I left hand shaped welts on her skin, causing her to cry even louder and spray me again. I felt her walls hug tightly around me, as if enticing me to just let go. I swallowed hard, almost keeling over as I came, causing her to let out a desperate, airless shriek with each spurt.

 

I slipped out from inside her, the Dark Elf crashing against the mattress while a mix of both of our fluids flowed from her pussy. I gasped for air and fell back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling while I struggled to regain my breath.

 

“We're not done...” She growled, forcing herself up to all fours again. “I paid for an hour and I have another hole.”

 

“Are you serious?” I asked her meekly.

 

She didn't say away, rather lowered her body to spread her cheeks apart and offer her rather enticing anus to me. I found the strength inside me to persist, rising back up to my knees and approaching her once more. I poked the entrance once, enough to send a shiver up her spine, and then with a sense of power and pride, I plunged deep inside her.

 

She screamed in pain, loud enough for the entire block to hear. When her screams turned into gasps for air I began to move, slowly sliding it out of her until my gland touched her rim and slammed into her again for another agonized scream. I continued to do this, picking up my pace until her screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure, tears rolling down her face as she glanced back at me.

 

“Pull my hair!” She demanded, and I did so gladly.

 

I wrapped her flowing hair around my hand and pulled her head back until her back smashed against my chest. I held her up with my free hand, digging my fingers into her massive breasts until my fingers sunk into her skin. Her tongue hanged from her mouth, the Drow could only yelp out unintelligible babble while I ravished her. The mattress was stained with a large puddle of her fluids mixed with mine from our last bout, her body was limp in my hands and her anus hugged every ridge of my cock tightly.

 

I felt my body tense up again, my legs buckling under me as I shot into her once more, colouring her guts a sticky white. She didn't scream, she couldn't, all she could do is shake furiously as I slipped from her anus and let her fall against the mattress.

 

I fell back first against the bed, pressing my palms against my closed eyes while I groaned in exhaustion.

 

“Holy shit.” I complained, my leg kicking involuntarily.

Without warning, I felt the biting air around my dick suddenly be replaced with an unbearable heat, looking forwards to see the Drow bent over my legs, my cock pressed firmly between her breasts. She began to suck on the time, playing with my cock between her tits until I begged her to stop. She didn't listen, and before long I felt a sharp pain course through my dick as I spurted into her mouth.

 

She swallowed it greedily, pulling away with a gasp and licking the tip with an insane giggle. I had become her puppet, forcing me against the wall while she mounted me again. She rode me with enthusiasm, demanding me to bite down on her nipple, harder and harder until I tasted her blood in my mouth.

 

The hour passed like a decade, I couldn't even think anymore, let alone keep up with her insatiable thirst.  I came in her weakly once more before hearing a knock on the door.

 

“Times up! Get dressed!”

 

The Dark Elf pouted, looking back at me with hungry eyes and dragging her tongue up my neck and across my lips.

 

“It was fun.” She giggled, falling off the bed and struggling to stand on her feet. She stumbled to her clothing and put them on like a drunkard, unable to stand up straight and limping with every step. Apparently I did more damage then she led on.

 

As she left, Penelope entered, looking over my naked form on the bed while I struggled to regain composure after that event.

 

“How was it?” She asked coily.

 

“Ohhhh my god.” I whined, throwing my forearm over my eyes. “Just...Oh my god...”

 

“Try and get some rest.” She said with a pat on my shoulder. “You've earned the rest of your first night off.”

 

“Yeah...Thanks...”

 

The night went by like a fever dream, I awoke several times through the night disorientated and unaware of my surroundings. For awhile I thought I was back on earth, fighting to stand up from my bed to use the toilet only to fall back down against the mattress. The next time I woke up I found myself quietly sobbing, pressing my palms against my forehead while tears rolled down my face, though I didn't know why.

 

I finally regained my senses in the morning, lying in a chaotic mess of blankets and pillows, lying sideways on the bed with my feet off the side and against the floor. I rubbed the sand from my eyes and sat up, massaging the back of my neck to relief myself of the sharp pain that was jolting up to my head. When I was as recovered as I thought I would be, I stood up and got dressed using the clean clothes from the nearby drawer.

 

This room was truly for the lowest of the low in this brothel, even if it had a pretty great view. The clothing fit, a ragged and grey sleeveless shirt and burlap pants that cut off at the ankles, I felt like some sort of background character from an HBO fantasy series. Even so, I felt more comfortable wearing this than I would be wearing one of the silk robes or the open chest vets Penelope had lying around in the other rooms. Until I could get my hoodie and jeans back, this will have to do.

 

The headache was awful, I felt exhausted and sickly, and every step was laboured with sudden dizziness and lightheaded stumbles. Even with all that, I managed to bumble my way down all the flights of stairs without tumbling to my doom. I lumbered from entryway to entryway on the main floor, keeping myself from falling over with all the effort I could muster. I finally found Penelope, sitting at the end of a long table like the mistress of the house she was.

 

“Good morning, Marcus.” she greeted me, presenting a chair close to her. “Have a seat.”

 

I nodded and took her offer, managing to walk straight and sit down on the chair without slipping or rolling over it. She poured a bowl of what looked like porridge,  handing it to me graciously.

 

“I usually have my escorts prepare their own meals.” She explained. “But it seems like you can't even breath without effort.”

 

I scooped a small amount of the substance into my spoon, examining it closely and sniffing.

 

“Don't worry, its not demonic.” She reassured me. “Eat, it will make you feel better.”

 

I took her words at value, putting the spoon in my mouth and dropping the food on my tongue. It was sweet, though it wasn't overwhelmingly so, like a homemade pastry. I swallowed it as best I could, sighing to myself as it struggled down my throat.

 

After one bite, I put the spoon down and rested my head against my hand, closing my eyes and drifting away from where I was. I thought about home, my home, the home I bought with my own coin. I thought what I was going to do with my current situation. From what I was told, the guard at the entrance had been tripled and there was one of me as opposed to the horde that broke out two nights before.

 

“Give it a moment.” Penelope told me.

 

Moments after her words, I felt the pounding in my head stop, the sharp pain in my neck vanished almost instantly after that. Soon, the burning in my chest ceased and my muscles relaxed.

 

“I understand my customers can be more than...Aggressive at times.” Said Penelope as she saw me limber up and readjust myself in my seat. “A small amount of healing magic in breakfast usually makes sure my boys don't keel over and die on me. Bad for business.”

 

“Thanks.” I said as I rubbed my eyes, now fully rejuvenated.

 

“Its not always so bad.” Penelope reassured. “She was one of the more aggressive of my kind, a lot of my customers are really sweet on my boys. They are monsters after all.”

 

“You mean 'boy'.” I corrected. “Er...Sorry.”

 

We sat in silence, munching away at my bowl until it was empty before I spoke again.

 

“So...Uh...” I started. “I noticed you and Wolfgang were kind of...Giving each other eyes during the escape.”

 

Penelope seemed shocked at my words, looking away and avoiding eye contact while her cheeks turned slightly scarlet.

 

“He...” She coughed. “He was very kind to me. Very polite even in his situation.”

 

“That...Really doesn't sound like him.”

 

“He talked to me and treated me like a woman. Not with disdain or fear like others would. Eventually I took him off the menu for my clients, and then I...We...”

 

I dropped my spoon into my bowl, struggling not to break into thunderous laughter.

 

“Holy shit!” I giggled with an accusing finger. “You guys did it! You and Wolfgang did the deed!”

 

“S-So!?” She stammered, her brown skin now beat red. “From what I understand, you've been around the block a few times yourself!”

 

“Hey, that's different.” I defended myself. “I'm like honey to you monsters. Besides, I didn't even know Wolfgang had genitals, I thought he was just a town-guarding, pipe smoking robot.”

 

Penelope shrunk in her chair, still unwilling to look at me directly, “He...He can seem cold at times, but he's still very caring.”

 

“Yeah, I guess.” I confirmed. “He lent me a horse when I had to get to Whitegale a few weeks ago.”

 

“You should probably rest up.” Penelope suddenly changed the mood, returning to her usually refined demeanour. “You may have a customer today.”

 

I stood up and took my bowl in my hands, ready to head into the kitchen to clean it off.

 

“How much do you even charge for a time anyway?” I asked.

 

“Well.” She looked at me with a smirk. “You're the only worker in town, lets just say it isn't cheap.”

 

“I'm flattered.” I said with a laugh. “I almost feel like a superstar, being the top class hooker in town.”

 

The rest of the day was surprisingly quiet, with a few Dark Elves coming into the brothel in an attempt to get at me for cheaper or start some sort of sex tab on me before Penelope sent me away. I was surprised, when I was first brought here I expected to be chained to a wall and used for cheap or something equally as fucked up. She had set prices, ranging anywhere from an hour, to a few hours, to an entire night.

 

Most of my time was spent looking out the top window, watching the monsters go about their day. I was surprised to see the Priest walk past the brothel, following behind a rather dainty dressed Dark Elf and writing down everything she said. He seemed rather content as I could tell from the calm smile on his face. Though it just raised the question of what happened to Henry and the guy I called “Santa”?

The town bell rung to inform the population that it was now night time, the buzz of the town slowing down as the residents retreated to their homes or got off work. I myself stepped out of the main floor bathroom, having brushed my teeth and cleaned myself up after dinner not expecting to be called to tonight until Penelope stopped me down the hall.

 

“You have customers waiting for you.” She told me. “They're already in your room.”

 

“Customers?” I asked. “As in more than one?”

 

“Two, to be precise. They each paid three quarters of your usual cost each, enough have you for the night.”

 

“No, no way.” I tried to refuse. “I barely survived an hour, what makes you think I can survive an entire night!?”

 

“Like I said, not everyone is as aggressive as that one was. Besides, its either this or I return you back to the trader, and she wouldn't be happy about having to give a refund over an disobedient sale.”

 

I sighed, even though the work was exhausting, I couldn't think of a cozier establishment than this, and as painful as it could get, this kind of work did beat out working in the mines.

 

“Fine...” I submitted, no longer willing to fight about it. “I'll see you in the morning.”

 

I trudged my way up the stairs like a man walking down death row, my mind filling with strategies to how I would survive an entire night. The hall leading to my room seemed to go on for miles and my feet moved like I was struggling through molasses. My hand shook until I managed to find the courage to grasp the door knob, twisting it until I heard the latch unlock from place.

 

“Okay ladies, lets get this started...” I announced as I entered the room.

 

I was caught off guard, expecting two Dark Elves to be standing in my room waiting for me. I was instead greeted by an ginger haired Kobold with freckles on her white skin. She smiled at me as I entered, her tail wagging softly against the mattress she was sitting on.

 

“Nice of you to finally join us.” Said a voice coming from behind me.

 

I turned around and was greeted by another Kobold with light brown hair with surprisingly olive skin. She closed the door behind her, leaving just the three of us away from the rest of the world.

 

“We thought you wouldn't show up.” The ginger haired Kobold joked with a slight giggle.

 

“Uh, yeah.” I spoke hesitantly. “S-sorry, I was just in the wash room is all.”

 

“You seem nervous.” Said the brown haired Kobold, pressing her large hands against my chest and gently pushing me towards the bed.

 

I stepped back with the force of her push until I felt the bed against my legs. She pressed her hands against my shoulders, guiding me to sit down on the bed. Her ginger friend moved at me from behind, wrapping her arms around me and pressing herself against my back with a big smile.

“Just relax.” Ginger hair spoke up, her voice higher than her friends. “We paid a lot of money to take our minds off work for a night, it would be a shame if you weren't having fun as well~.”

 

“Just...Relax.” I repeated her words, nodding reassuringly. “Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

 

“Good!” The brown haired one said with a clap. “Then tonight's going to be great for everyone!”

 

“But you're still so tense.” Ginger hair cooed, placing her hands on my shoulders and digging her thumbs into my plates. “I guess you need a little help.”

 

Her fingers and thumbs dug into my muscles, applying pressure and rotating her digits tenderly against my flesh. I groaned and almost went limp, practically becoming puddy in her hands while her friend skipped across the room towards bag they brought with them.

 

“I've been waiting to do something like this for awhile!” She exclaimed with barely constrained giddiness. “It sucks being underground, there are never any men around.”

 

I watched as she drew two familiar bottles from her bag, her friend still pushing me back and forth like a rag doll with each movement of her hands. Two bottles of a rather popular sauce, one in chocolate and the other in cherry.  “Hans&Baggart flavour sauce” they were called, not very original, but I guess you don't have to be when you have a monopoly on this worlds equivalent of Nutella and Jam.  

 

“We're going to have so much fun!” Ginger hair shouted, her tail wagging excitedly behind her.

 

“By the way.” Black hair spoke up again. “I'm Rinni, and that's Mivi.”

 

“Uh, I'm Marcus.” I gave them a little wave. “Can't say those are common names.”

 

“What are we waiting for!?” Mivi shouted. “We have a night of fun ahead of us!”

 

The two began to undress, giggling in anticipation as they threw their clothing around the room. I could only sit and gawk at them, their bodies fit and lean without an ounce of fat on them, aside from their breasts. Their stomachs were rippled with four visible abdominal muscles each, yet still soft and feminine. They had the bodies of long distance runners over mine workers or body builders, a far cry from what I expected of a race that works in caves.

 

“Hey.” Rinni pouted. “Why are you still dressed?”

 

“Uh-” I stuttered. “Oh, right, yeah, sorry.”

 

“Aw, lay off him.” Mivi came running to my defence. “He's still new, he just hasn't gotten into the swing of things.”

 

Mivi approached me with a mischievous smile, wiggling her fingers like she was going to steal a priceless artifact from a bank.

 

“He just needs a little help is all~.” She added, crawling on to the bed beside me.

 

She pressed her palm against my chest and pushed me against the mattress. With a lick of her lips, her fingers brushed against my shirt and into my pants, grasping around my cock and stroking it. Her smile became wider and wider the harder I became until I was pitching a full tent in my pants. Before I realized it, another set of hands grabbed on to the straps of my pants and pulled them away, exposing my cock to the world.

 

“He's so big already!” Rinni giggled.

 

I looked up to see Rinni uncorking a bottle, Mivi moving her hand to let Rinni hold on to the base of my dick as she tipped the bottle to the side and let the thick, cold, purple liquid pour over my member. She gave me a wink and lowered herself to her knees, remarking on how cherry is her favourite before pressing her tongue against my cock and dragging it upwards towards the gland.

 

I shuttered at her warm tongue, causing Mivi to giggle before she climbed on top of my chest, rubbing herself against me before Rinni completely engulfed my rod in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it tightly. Mivi sat up straight on top of me, beckoning to Rinni with one of her hands who then passed her the second bottle.

 

She scooted herself forwards until her already moist lips hovered tantalizingly over my mouth.

 

“Hope you like chocolate.” She cooed, uncorking the bottle and pouring it down her stomach.

 

I felt the chocolate drip against my cheeks while it poured down her body, slathering between her legs and up to her belly button. I gulped and reached for her hips, getting a gasp and a jump from her when my fingers pressed against them. I moved forward and licked the outside of her folds, rewarded by the sounds of Mivi yelping and gasping above me.

 

With everything going on, I almost forgot where I was and how I ended up in this situation to begin with, it was almost like I was being rewarded after the hour long endurance run I was victim to the night before. I was entranced by Mivi's taste and scent, the poor girl struggled to balance herself above me without falling down against my face.

 

I tasted a mix of chocolate and Mivi's fluids with every movement of my tongue, digging deeper into her folds and pressing my lips against them without hesitation. Mivi herself leaned back, holding her body up with her arms against the mattress while Rinni continued to smother my cock in syrup and suck it clean, pulling her mouth away occasionally to press her tongue against the tip.

 

I turned it into a personal challenge to see who would give in first, digging my fingers against her hips and pulling her as close as possible while sucking on her clitoris. Mivi's moans turned into wails of surprise and panic, throwing her body forward and swinging her arms helplessly before catching herself leaning forward on the mattress, her tail now wagging furiously like it was in distress.

 

“H-hey!” She cried. “S-Eek! Slow d-down!”

 

I ignored her command, it was a race against the clock as I felt my own will power fade away. It was almost like Rinni caught on, sucking on the head while stroking the shaft with her fingers, it was time to play hard ball.

 

My left hand slid around her waist, grabbing on to her tail and tugging on it playfully. Mivi's eyes opened wide, letting out a little scream before pressing her hand against the top of my head.

 

“Stop!” She cried out, her entire body now shaking. “Stop! Stop! Stop stop stop st- Eeeeek!”

 

My mouth was filled with the taste of her juices mixed with chocolate, Mivi's entire body convulsing until she couldn't give another drop. At the same time I lost all will to hold on, completely overcome as I fired into Rinni's mouth.

 

I swallowed Mivi's juices like it was honey, licking upwards and cleaning her body off any trails of chocolate while she leaned over me, whining and trying to catch her breath. I felt one more jolt of pleasure when Rinni sucked the last bit of cum from my head, licking her lips and giggling before giving Mivi a rub on the behind.

 

“You alright, Mivi? She asked.

 

“Y-yeah...” Mivi managed to gasp. “He's money well spent...”

 

“Well good, move over!” Rinni barked, pushing Mivi off of me. “Its my turn to have some fun!”

 

Rinni crawled up on to bed, mounting on my lap before stroking my cock until it was hard again.

 

“C'mon, sit up!” Ordered Rinni, grabbing on to my hands and pulling me up until our chests touch.

 

Her hands sneaked under the shirt I was still wearing, pulling it up over my head and arms and tossing it across the room.

 

“There, much better.” She said with a wicked smile, pressing her moderate sized breasts against me. “Isn't that more comfortable?”

 

Before I could answer her, she lifted herself up on her knees, reaching down with her right hand and guiding my cock into her warmth. Rinni's attitude changed entirely, her confidence giving way for a loud yelp and a vice grip like hug around my body. Her breath was heavy against my neck, I could feel her hands rubbing gently against my back and her tail wagged meekly behind her.

 

I took the initiative, after all its what I was here to do. I brushed her tail between my fingers and cupped her rear with my other hand. She began to whimper, her tail wagging between my fingers giving me all the go-ahead I needed to begin. I slowly began to move my hips, her cute little whimpers becoming louder and faster with every slow pump.

 

It was almost like I was torturing her, never increasing my speed or force, she merely held on, her hands moving from my back to the back of my shoulders, her arms pushed under mine.

 

“You're such a bully!” She complained, now rocking her own hips up and down against me. “Geez, I shouldn't have to do all the work.”

 

“No one said you had to.” I teased her. “I was just taking my time.”

 

“We didn't pay for you to take your ti- Hiiiii!”

 

I cut off her complaint, taking her left nipple into my mouth and sucking on it gently. She didn't seem to mind, stopping her complaining and leaning forward against my mouth. I tugged her tail upwards with each thrust before dropping her down on my rod. I finally gave her reprieve, quickening my pace just to hear more of her sweet little yelps. I continued until our skin slapped together, her yelps turning into desperate pants for air.

 

I would be lying if I said I wasn't having fun, Rinni was a very sensitive girl and she was barely hold on as it was. Without warning I jutted my hips forward, slamming further into her. She screamed in surprise, her tongue falling out of her mouth before she stopped herself by biting down against my shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark.

 

Rinni finally had enough, pulling her arms away and forcing me on my back. She began to move her hips rapidly, grinding and slamming against my rod with determination. She moaned and yelped and howled with each and every thrust, our flesh splashing against each other, dripping in her juices. She was already a tight fit before, her body is in perfect shape and her pussy hugged every vein on my cock.

 

Mivi seemed to have become tired of watching, crawling along the bed until she could fondle her companions breasts from behind, the two giving each other a smile before locking mouths, moaning and groaning as their tongues played with one another. It was all too much for me and I finally gave in, firing spurt and spurt of my thick seed into Rinni.

 

Her eyes widened and she howled into Mivi's mouth, pulling away and falling down against my chest.

 

“Look at our poor Marcus.” Mivi taunted. “All tuckered out~.”

 

Her words set me off, pushing Rinni aside and grabbing Mivi by her waist. She screamed as I threw her down on the mattress, throwing her legs over my shoulders and rubbing myself against her until I was hard again. She giggle and rubbed her trembling lips against the base of my cock, looking up at me with pleading eyes before I plunged into her.

 

She was even tighter than Rinni, I almost keeled over right away if it were not for my pride. I began to pump into her without hesitation, rewarding myself with an endless streams of whines and moans. I kissed her freckled skin before she guided my mouth to hers with her hands, her ears wiggling on top of her head.

 

Rinni didn't seem to want to be left out, holding on to my hand and guiding it to her dripping snatch, which I fondled without hesitation. It was like karma was rewarding me for the night before, having sex with these two Kobolds did nothing but fill me with bliss. Their bodies were perfect, their voices were sweet on the ears, their faces and the expressions they made were beautiful. My mind lit up like a super nova, lost in their fragrances, their sounds, the feeling of their bodies against mine. I didn't even notice I was pouring into Mivi's snatch, her howls of pleasure refused by my mouth against hers.

 

My body finally gave up, too exhausted to go on, and I fell to the side against the bed. The two Kobolds joined me at both sides, tails wagging happily and my arms sandwiched between their breasts. None of us had the power to keep going and we eventually drifted to sleep.

 

I slept well that night, unlike the one before, occasionally being woken up to go another round with either of the girls, or both. I did so without hesitation, if I was going to be a prisoner here I may as well enjoy myself.

 

There was a knock on the door as soon as the town bell rang.

 

“Nights over girls, sorry to say.” Penelope said from the other side.

 

The two let out a collective “Aww!” before forcing themselves out of bed, rummaging around the room for their clothing.

 

I stood up and did the same, finding my pants and shirt in the farthest corner of my little hovel. Penelope opened the door a few moments later, Mivi still struggling to pull her pants up over her legs.

 

“I trust he was an excellent host.” Penelope asked, looking at Rinni, who was already dressed.

 

“He was very...Courteous.” She responded with an embarrassed smile.

 

“That's good to hear.” Penelope returned a warmer smile. “Come back and visit anytime.”

 

The two Kobolds headed towards the door, Rinni turning towards the corner before Mivi turned around and skipped towards me. She clapped her hands against my cheeks and kissed me on the lips with a big “Mwuah!” before turning away and skipping back towards the door.

 

“It seems you made an impression.” Penelope commented.

 

“I guess I did.” I responded with an awkward smile.

 

“Good, that means you're doing your job. Now come downstairs and help me with breakfast.”

 

Penelope turned around and left me alone in my room, all I could do is sigh and follow a few seconds later. I don't know how much longer I'll be here, but at least it isn't all unpleasant...