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This is for the drafts of some smut I've been writing. Everything is subject to change etc. Check back occasionally if you're interested.

 

Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been busy recently.

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Tordek took a final draw from his pipe before running a hand thorough his greying hair. The forest around him was quiet, aside from the distant chirping of birds; the low sun and gentle wind made for pleasant warmth and enticing smells were drifting over from the cooling pot in the middle of the camp. He stood up from the tree stump he had been sitting on and made his way over Dane's tent. He opened the flap and stepped inside. It was dimly lit by an oil lamp on a small table. A bedroll lay in the corner next to a pile of blankets upon which an Elf woman sat; a faint buzzing sound came from her direction. Dane was pacing back and forth as if contemplating something trivial. He was tall and stocky with short fair hair and harsh, serious features.

“Have you made any progress with that Elf?” Tordek inquired.

Dane's attention was drawn away from his thoughts, “A little,” he replied. “I still haven’t found the location of their hideout.” He glanced over at the woman, then back to Tordek. “She is very good at resisting interrogation.”

“How much longer will this take?” the Dwarf asked impatiently. “It’s been almost a week.”

“It won’t be much longer now,” Dane replied. “She hasn’t attacked me or attempted escape for two days. I’ve broken her.”

Tordek smiled humourlessly, “I don’t doubt your progress, old friend, but you rarely take this long. We cannot afford to wait much longer.” His tone was unusually critical.

“Have the others had any success?” asked Dane in retort, trying to change the subject from his own lack of success.

“Dietrich and Kurt have been scouting the area where we captured the Elf and Anne has been trying to remove the seal on that map we took from her,” Tordek explained. “With luck we will have the information we need soon, one way or another.” He gestured to the Elf, “I’ll let you get back to work,” before walking out.

Alone again with his captive, Dane turned and looked down at her. She was slim and shapely, with tanned brown skin and shoulder length black hair. Her wrists were bound together behind her back and upper arms pinned to her torso, the ropes curving around her shoulders and breasts; her legs were tied together at the ankles and thighs. There was a leather collar with a large gemstone in fastened tightly around her neck, a ball-gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. She was clad in a black fabric thong, thigh high silk stockings and matching arm length gloves. A green glass sphere three inches in diameter bulged out between her crotch and the thong, the source of the buzzing noise. Dane licked his lips.

She struggled playfully at her bonds as he sauntered over to her. He knelt down and took off her blindfold. Their eyes met. She blushed, letting out a soft moan.

“Now, Ava,” he asked with a sultry grin, “Where were we?”

Her eyes narrowed in response.

He paused in mock contemplation, “Ah yes. I believe you were going to tell me where your employer is hiding.”

“Mmmph...” she nodded. There was a brief silence.

“Then tell me.”

Her eyes turned to a look of confusion, “Hhpfh mmnmpfh mnmm?”  

“I’m waiting.”

Ava moved her jaw around and tried to push out the gag with her tongue, “Mmmhpfh mnmpfh mhm!” Her attempt was in vain and simply caused a large strain of drool to fall out and land on her breasts. She looked at the gag, trying to show her captor her willingness to speak. It never worked.

“Do not toy with me, whore! If you tell me you are willing to speak then I expect you to do so, not to mock me!” he snarled.

She hissed behind the rubber ball in an attempt to stop the drool. Dane wiped it from her mouth. His own mouth twisted into a smile, “This warrants...punishment.”At mention of the world, Ava's eyes opened in excitement. Dane rolled up his sleeves and sat down behind her, pulling her close. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Leaning back eagerly she let him place his hands on her stomach. He began to massage her, tentatively running his fingers along her abdominal muscles and, slowly, worked his way up, tracing a circle around her belly button with his finger.

She moaned as his hands cupped her breasts. The ropes wrapped neatly around them, making them bulge out, exposed. Dane took full advantage of this as he squeezed and groped the soft flesh. She closed her eyes, moaning as more drool trickled down her chin. After a short while he moved to her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. Tingles of pleasure coursed through her as her moans grew louder. Her crotch was getting moist.

Dane eventually stopped pinching her breasts, standing up as he walked over to a small bag that lay on the table. Ava whined in complaint. He began rummaging around in the bag. “I shall have to find something suitable for you,” he explained, “The orb alone is insufficient.”

She let out a confused, “mhnmfh,” tilting her head slightly. He produced two small metal clamps and a short chain. Sauntering back over to her he crouched in front of her, lightly slapping her breasts with his free hand. He placed a clamp on each of her nipples before attaching the two of them with the chain, pulling her breasts together as she let out a grunt of pain. He gave the chain a tug. She screamed out behind the gag, “Mhhmfh fhhnmfh muumpfh!” A mixture of pleasure and pain burst through her nipples and her eyes began to tear up.

“Now then, let us see how long you last like this.” Dane made a gesture towards the orb and the buzzing grew louder and more intense. Ava's screams became a rapid whimper as she began to rock around on her haunches, the juices from her crotch soaking the thong. Tears of joy streamed down her face, bleeding her mascara and mixing with the sweat and drool. She was in heaven. Underneath thong fabric she could feel her orgasm building, her cheeks turning scarlet as her ears began to twitch. Dane sat down behind her again; with the clamps attending to her nipples and the orb in her crotch he began to run his hands through her hair, kissing and licking her neck and cheeks. Her skin was soft and warm, and the taste of her sweat danced on his tongue. He could feel her shuddering with delight as he planted each kiss. His mouth eventually made its way to her long, pointed ears. Surges of pleasure shot through Ava’s body as Dane began to nibble on her ears, his hot tongue running along the edges. His fingers slid down to her crotch, pulling the thong down her thighs. Gently he teased and flicked her clit, pushing the orb further in.

This was the tipping point for her. A long awaited release came in her crotch as the orgasm shot thorough her. Biting down she screamed into her gag as Dane and the bonds held her shuddering in place. Her eyes rolled back in her head; hot juices squirted from her swollen crotch and drenched the blankets. After several long seconds of ecstasy she slumped down exhausted into Dane's embrace. They sat together for a while. Ava rested her head on his chest and basked in her afterglow as Dane continued planting kisses and tonguing her ears.

“I'm not done with you yet, whore,” he whispered and her eyes opened in alarm. He unclipped the clamps from her nipples and retrieved the orb, pulling her thong back up. Dane held it in front of his captive’s face. It glistened in the light, covered in her juices. Ava’s eyes darted nervously between his and the orb. “You have dirtied my instrument,” he explained as he unfastened the gag in her mouth, letting it hang around her neck. Before she could speak he clamped her cheeks together with his free hand, pulling her head close to the orb. “And now you will clean it.”

Obeying his instructions, Ava began to slowly lick the glass orb. Dane clutched her jaw tightly, tilting the orb around to make sure she cleaned every inch of it. His eyes never left hers. When she was finished he put the orb aside and quickly fastened the ball-gag back into her mouth before she could speak. The sweet taste of her juices lingered on her tongue – it was not as unpleasant as she had expected. Dane tied the blindfold over her eyes and pushed her down onto the blankets, before cleaning his hands. Ava heard the tent flap swaying as he walked out.

 

Alone with her thoughts, Ava began to contemplate the events of the past week. Six days earlier she had been investigating reports of a party tracking her employer, a nobleman named Timusk, when she came across Dane and Tordek. A brief skirmish ensued – she had almost managed to score a lethal hit on the Dwarf before she was blindsided and knocked unconscious. A short while later she awoke in Dane’s tent, now a prisoner of the party she had been searching for.

She soon worked out that the gem in the collar suppressed her magic, and with her weapons gone and limbs bound she was completely at the mercy of her captors. This did not turn out as she had expected, however. For the first four days of captivity she had resisted, her spent time fighting her bonds and reciting every curse she knew through her gag. Her attempts to escape were in vain – her bindings were far too restrictive – but she fought on nonetheless. At one point she even managed to score a solid head-butt on Dane, earning her several painful smacks across the cheeks and buttocks.

Dane would come occasionally to interrogate her, demanding the location of Timusk’s hideout. Rather than resorting to simple physical torture he had taken a more psychological approach. For hours at a time she would be left alone, restrained in the cold tent with her vision and hearing restricted. Her only respite from the darkness and silence came during Dane’s visits. He would give her water but would not feed her. Instead he would eat his own meals in full view of her, savouring each bite and teasing her with scraps. If she tried to sleep, he would prod her awake.

She lasted four days. Freezing, starving and exhausted she yielded. With his captive broken and cooperative Dane’s demeanour changed almost instantly. Ava found herself wrapped in a blanket as he fed her what had to be the tastiest rabbit stew she had ever eaten. She fell asleep shortly afterwards and awoke the next day with her metallic restraints removed, replaced by soft ropes, and silky new garments on her arms and legs. He sat feeding her a breakfast of freshly picked berries and massaged her back and shoulders, which ached from hours of restraint. When she had attempted to tell him the location of the hideout, he gagged her, pushing her onto her back with a lusty grin. “Now then,” he began, “I will ask again: where is the hideout?” His captive muffled in confusion as he held up a strange looking, glass ball...

This had been the routine for the past two days. He would leave her bound and gagged, questioning her rhetorically before getting to work ‘interrogating’ her with his ‘instruments’. It had been terrifying at first: the flurry of kisses and massages and orgasms, but Dane’s hands and tongue had worked magic in her more intimate regions and Ava had quickly come to enjoy being his captive. Under different circumstances it might have even been romantic.

Shuffling around on the blankets she rested her head on the bedroll, trying to make herself comfortable, and drifted into a sex induced sleep.

 

The setting sun cast an orange glow over the horizon; it would be dark within the hour. Outside in the encampment the other members of the party sat around a small cooking pot eating.  Tordek was chatting to Kurt, a well-built and heavily-tattooed Half-Orc, who stirred the pot. Despite his rustic nature he was a surprisingly good cook and refused to let anyone else handle the party’s meals. Across from him sat Anne, a haughty looking mage dressed in an expensive looking dark blue robe and a pointed hat.  She held a map and glanced lazily at it as she fed herself berries, occasionally tossing one away if it did not meet her standards. Next to her sat a skinny, shady looking man who was quietly repairing a tear in his cloak. He had jet black hair and pale, unhealthy looking skin. This was Dietrich.

Dane sat down with them, took a bowl of the stew Kurt had been cooking and joined in the small talk. The topic of conversation had drifted to Kurt’s tattoos and he proudly explained their origins and meanings for the seventeenth time. Anne suddenly set aside the berries, having found new interest in the map. She stared intently at it before announcing she was near a breakthrough and set off for her tent.

“Do you think she’s found something this time?” Kurt asked.

“I can hope so,” replied Tordek, scratching his beard, “any progress is good at this point.”

Kurt turned to Dane, who had just finished his stew, “So how’s the interrogation going?”

“I’m curious to hear this as well,” Dietrich cut in, “there have been odd noises coming from your tent.”

Dane set the bowl aside and sucked air in through his teeth, “As I told Torkek, I’ve broken her and now it’s only a matter of time.”

“Perhaps it would take less time if we simply broke her arms,” growled Kurt. “I’m sure that would be quicker than whatever method you’re using.”

 “I do not tell you how to cook. Do not lecture me on-”

“Cooking a meal doesn’t take a bloody week though, does it?” Kurt stood up from the pot and Dane rose to meet him, the two of them locked in a standoff.

“Stand down, both of you.” Tordek stepped between them. Despite being half their height his presence was enough to dissuade the two of them from fighting. The axe he carried also helped. “I understand you two are getting frustrated but fighting will not help.” The Dwarf did not like playing the role of peacekeeper but had had much practice over the past week.

Kurt sat down again next to the cooking pot. “Sorry boss.” He shot a glance at Dane, sneering, “It’s just difficult at times. Must be great to have a nice little Elf you can to take out your frustrations on.”

“I thought that was what all those woodland creatures you killed were for,” said Dane as he gestured to the rabbits laying next to the pot, “We can’t possibly eat that many.”

Dietrich smirked. “Your Elf can.”

“Don’t you start as well,” groaned Tordek.

A further confrontation was thankfully averted as Anne returned from her tent with a smug grin on her face. She stepped up onto the log she had been sitting on, getting everyone’s attention. “Once again I prove to be our saviour. The seal has been removed.” She handed the map to Tordek.

The Dwarf smiled. “Thank you Anne. Your arrival could not have been better timed.” He scowled at Dane and Kurt.

“Now that we have the information we need, I assume we’ll be setting out tomorrow.”

“It looks that way.”

“Well then, “if you’ll excuse me it’s getting dark and I need my beauty sleep.” She set off to activate the sentry stones that surrounded the camp.

Tordek turned to the rest of the group, “You should probably do the same. We’ll have an early start tomorrow.”

“Tordek...”

“Yes Dane?”

“What is to become of Ava?”

Tordek scratched his beard contemplatively, “The Elf? Well unless you think she could still be of use, we don’t have much reason to keep her.”

Dane gulped. “I see. I suppose she could...uh...”

“She could make for a useful guide,” said Dietrich as he finished his sewing, “There will no doubt be traps placed around the perimeter that she will know of.”

“Yes, yes! Dietrich is right,” Dane gushed, “She will do that.”

“Then it’s settled. The Elf will guide us to the hideout.” He gestured Dane and Kurt over as Dietrich returned to his tent. “You two aren’t going to be a problem, are you?”

“No,” they both said in unison. The two shared a look of mutual understanding; neither was unprofessional enough to let a simple disagreement get out of hand.

Tordek smiled. “I think we should all get some sleep.”

 

Ava awoke to the sound of the tent flap fluttering as Dane entered. She knelt at attention as he sat down with her and removed the blindfold and gag. He held up a bowl of berries, “I brought you some supper.” They sat together for a while as he fed them to her, letting her smell and lick each one before she ate it, or teasing her close with one and eating it himself before pulling her into a kiss. The whole time they stared into each other’s eyes, smiling and giggling. The look in Dane’s eyes was no longer one of raw lust. It was of adoration.

After a while he stopped and his expression became more serious. “Your interrogation is over,” he explained, “My colleagues have learned the location of your employer. Tomorrow we will set out to find him.”

Ava pondered his words for a moment. “What will happen to me?” she asked nervously.

“We’ll be taking you along as a guide. I expect you to alert us to any traps or obstacles we might encounter.”

She nodded eagerly, “Of course.” A moment of silence passed. “And what will happen afterwards?”

Dane shrugged, “I can’t say.” He noticed the troubled look on her face and planted a kiss on her forehead, “But you needn’t worry: no harm will come to you.” With a mischievous grin he pushed her onto his bedroll, climbing on top of her. “I take good care of my toys.”