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Adventures in Marburg or Spells that Make Us (Fetterette & Dr Bellwright)

Trembling helplessly in the chains, Kethara suddenly finds herself longing to return to the quiet afternoon's groping with the woodcutter. At least he had only possessed two hands. At least it had only been his hands on her shackled body. Now, she cannot keep track of the things with which she is touched, and the places they make contact.

Teeth still stubbornly cling to her nipple, stretching it toward the floor. Rough fingers crush the flesh of her other breast. A hand grips her cheeks, trying to force her mouth open for the cock that waits in front of her lips. Behind her, an unwelcome succession of fingers drive in and out of her pussy and asshole, readying her for their excited use. And through it all, still more hands and fingers slap, pinch and twist every square inch of her exposed flesh.

And then, all of it is brought to an end with two cracks of that dreaded whip and seven firmly spoken words: She is mine. But I will share her.

A third crack of the whip and another commands sends all of them out of the ring save for the tall elven woman. Grateful to have the hands off her body, but suddenly forced to support herself in the awkward position again, Kethara feels the strain increase on her body. She is relieved to be spared the assault of the group, but clearly recognizes that the warrior woman still intends for her to be used by some.

Kethara is opening her mouth to speak when the woman's fingers are suddenly thrust into it. She chokes on them for a moment, mind flashing back to the guardsman's invading digits. These, at least, only taste of spilled ale and are not nearly as large.

The bound girl's eyes go wide at the conspiratorial words the elven warrioress shares with her. She nods slightly, suckling on the fingers in her mouth in what she thinks might feel like approval. Could the woman really mean to take on Kethara as a protege? Her mind whirls at the thought. How much better would life be here with someone so strong and commanding to protect her?

Much of that elation evaporates with the slap to Kethara's ass and the yanking down of that silk panel. The fact that the road she is about to travel might end in a better place does not do much to make the grueling road to come any easier. Every spank that follows makes Kethara jerk in her bonds, crying out from both the pain to her bottom and the growing ache to her shoulders.

She tries to make sense of what is happening around her. If her captor and potential mentor is keeping two-thirds, could that mean that the other third is going to the bound girl herself? Or was there nothing for her, and the rest to the Guild. She prayed that she would come out of this with some coin. But, even if not, might it not show some character if she tried to help the other woman make more profit.

The brave little plan she has concocted in her mind almost disappears when she feels those massive hands on her sides and hears the deep growl of Bron's voice. But no, she has to be brave. She has to show them all that she is worthy of being here.

"Pffft," she breathes out sharply. "For six crowns? A measly bid like that. I'd have thought Bron not so poor. But I'll take pity on you. You can use my ass cheeks... just the cheeks... to pleasure yourself and then cum on my back. Maybe someone else here will have a bid worthy of more than that."

She tenses after she manages to spit out the words, immediately wishing she could pull them back in... waiting for the massive man's reaction.
 
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Alana's eyebrow rose higher than it ever did when she heard a girl make a comment about Bron's financial impotence. She rose her open palm quickly – "She has a point. Bron, you raided so many villages, I'm sure you can spare at least 24 coins." – Alana said, trying to stop the large brute from doing irreparable damage to the girl. – "She will let to fuck you in her tiny, pinky cunt." – Alana said and approached Kethara's face. She grabbed the girl by the chin and looked at her with what could be interpreted as a proud smile – "And for 36 she would let you cum in her arse. Wouldn't you?" – Alana said, looking at the girl.

The crowd exploded in cheers, – "Alana makes Bron work for it" – They were mocking friendly for a few moments, but then all went silent. Kethara assumed he looked at them angrily or something.

Alana used the loudness to say to Kethara privately – "Good girl" – she said appreciatingly and stroked her cheek gently. If she wasn't one who orchestrated her being in strappado, it could have been even sweet…maybe…in some very dark universe.

"Deal" – voice boomed behind Kethara, and she could feel the head of a truly huge cock press against her entrance. – "Now, be strong." – Alana said, and lowered on one knee in front of Kethara, looking her right in the eyes. She licked her lips, in her current tipsy state she wouldn't mind getting plowed herself. But she knew that it was only nice in fantasy.

"Be a strong girl. He is huge and ruthless. I'll stay with you" – Alana said, and Bron slammed into the girl from behind, and without much of a warning started to ram her.
 
Kethara stares up wide-eyed, neck and shoulders aching from the effort. If the other woman was not holding her chin, she would have shaken her head. She had not wanted to extort more money out of Bron. Based on the reactions of the crowd and the size of those hands on her body, she did not want any part of him inside her pussy or her ass.

But then she sees the smile on the warrior woman's face. The warrioress looks so pleased with her. Kethara feels a little rush of pride rush through her body. She has done something right, for the first time since she arrived in this place. Naked, strictly chained and displayed for all of the other adventurers to see, she has earned more coin through her quick thinking than most people would earn in a week.

The crowd's response only serves to bolster that pride, and make her feel even more empowered despite the complete powerlessness of her position. The gentle stroke of her cheek and those simple two words from the other woman stay with her to help when the crowd goes silent once more.

When Bron announces his assent and begins to drive into her, she has no time to ready herself for the brutal assault. At first, his efforts only push her forward in her bonds. The movement forces her arms back more cruelly. Kethara keeps her gaze locked on the woman before her, eyes wide as tears begin to form.

When the chain has reached its limit, forcing her up onto the toes of her sandals, the monstrous cock begins to slowly enter her bottom. Still sore from the rough treatment of the guards that morning, she screams at once, but then quickly bites off the sound. Bron's tip alone seems impossibly huge as it slowly drives its way into her. The inner walls of her asshole feel as though they are stretched to their absolute limit by the forced entry of his cock.

As he pushes in further and further, the bound girl keeps her eyes locked on the kneeling woman. It is just pain, she tells herself. It is no worse than the broken arm she suffered at fighting practice years ago. She fights to cling to that thought. She wants so badly to appear strong and brave for the warrioress before her. She fights back the urge to scream and cry and beg. But when it feels like there is no room left in her, she whimpers softly, her voice only for the other woman.

"P-please... please is he almost in? I... I can't... I can't take any- ahhh!"

As if to answer her question, Kethara learns that he was not almost all the way in when he rams the final inches of his shaft into her body. She feels his heavy balls smack against the insides of her thighs and the lips of her pussy. Eyes squeezed shut, Kethara is completely overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness from him. Her whole body quivers, glistening with sweat, as he stays there impaling her fully.

Kethara moans as he begins to slowly withdraw from inside her. The effort first brings her back in the chains to her initial position. When she is standing flatfooted once more, she groans as the shaft begins to leave her body. Even through the pain and humiliation of it all, the bound girl's nipples are standing out hard as the length of the cock retreats. Her labia begin to get pink and a little puffy.

The next thrust of Bron's cock is a much faster process, chain rattling as she is thrust forward once more. She cries out, a keening animalistic sound, as he buries himself once more inside her. Toes curled in her sandals, hands balled into fists behind and above her, Kethara keeps her gaze locked on the warrior woman as Bron falls into a rough rhythm in and out of her tight asshole.

Crimson shame burns on Kethara's cheeks when she hears the change in the sound after a dozen or so strokes. The slap of his balls against her thighs and pussy is wetter now, his thick sack beginning to become coated withe the juices from her pussy. Driven hard toward the precipice of orgasm, she wonders if she will be able to hold it back.

But then Bron answers that question for her when he begins to jerk and spasm, unloading his seed into her bottom. She can feel the thick cum filling her bottom and then splashing out onto the bare cheeks of her ass. The crimson blush on her cheeks grows more intense as she feels her hips rocking of their own accord against the brute behind her, desperate for more.
 
"You are a champ" – Alana said to the girl, elven warriors moved her nails gently across her cheeks, not to scratch but to get gentle attention. – "Good girl, you have proven yourself." – She said and stood up. The show must go on after all.

"Look at her!" – Alana walks behind Kethara and out of her visible range, Bron loudly stumbles away and yawns even more loudly. – "She took the biggest of you." – Alana slowly inserted two fingers in Kethara's pussy, – "And even managed to cum." – She slowly moves them in her wet sex, as if to demonstrate the sensitivity. She pulls the fingers out and does something, that causes the whole room to explode in whistles, howls, and other testosterone full sounds.

"And she tastes great. Who is man enough to go after Bron?" – Alana asked, not sure what she was actually trying to get out of it. She was hoping for a dozen or more coins, but by now…by now she wanted to lock this girl in her room and make her eat her cunt till dawn. Something about her was just so irresistible.

"Do I hear 36 coins? No one yet came into her puffy" – Alana walked around the girl and approached her face. Hugging her face with one hand she said to Kethara – "Open your mouth and pull the tongue out show them how good you can please them." – She said quietly and then back to the audience – "These puffy lips. DO I HEAR 60 for a chance to double team her?"

Alana exclaimed, and the room suddenly exploded in bids. 60…70…75…80…81…90…and 75 each. Somebody shouted.

"75 each one" – And she cracked the whip instead of the mallet. She was getting a good grip on this – "75 each two" – another crack, and the room started to slam their feet into the floor in rhythm, making the entire building shake a little under the pressure of 30 barbarian adventurer's feet. – "75 each three" – And the last crack. – "SOLD".

Kethara heard an exchange of coin, and then nothing…for almost a minute? It couldn't be that long. She heard steps, two pairs of boots were walking behind her, and then started to walk around her, close by so she could only see their naked torsos and their furry shorts. It looked like they didn't wear much, just like her, though they didn't look cursed.

They walked around her, and on the third or fourth round, they started to touch and grope her. Squeeze her boob, pinch a nipple, smack her ass, it continued for 5 or 6 rounds until they stopped on each side of her, left and right – "Rochambeau, who gets to fuck her in the mouth?" – One of them asked, and another must-have agreed. They played their game, and a few moments later she could feel two pairs of hands. One grabbing her by the face, and another landing on now usual place on her ass. One could even wonder if now there were permanent imprints of male hands on her ass after so much groping.

Cock pressed into her mouth, and another slid effortlessly in her pussy. Alana realized that she forgot to ask them where do they want to cum, but decided that it was ok. The girl was a champ after all? She knew what to do, she looked experienced. She approached a trio and grabbed the girl by the boob, playing with her nipple – "Shall we start gentleman?"
 
Kethara, eyelashes fluttering, almost purrs at the sweet words from the elven woman. In that moment, she doesn't care that the warrioress is the reason she is in this predicament. She simply basks in the praise and the gentle touch. She has proven herself. She is beginning, in some strange sense, to find her way. Some small and scared part of her mind is pleased by that thought.

She can feel her wetness and the brute's cum dripping from her ass and thighs as the elven woman rises to continue the show. Kethara twists a little in her chains, trying to look back to the other woman, when the announcement is made that she had cum. She hadn't. She had been very close, but had managed to hold back.

She feels a powerful desire to say something, to correct these onlookers who now think she could reach an orgasm from such brutal treatment. Those thoughts disappear, however, when those fingers dip lightly into her wet and eager pussy. The muscles of her inner thighs quiver in response, the memory of being so close to release coming back quickly to her. She whines involuntarily, a desperate sound when those fingers retreat.

The blush at realizing how wanton she must appear to the onlookers only intensifies when she realizes that the elf has tasted her juices before the crowd. Those cheeks are still stained red when the elven woman comes to hold them again.

Like a trained animal, Kethara opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue for them. She presses her tongue outward, eyes squeezed shut, until the base hurts. She is going to be fucked again. She knows that. Better to make them want to use her mouth instead of another attack on her throbbing asshole.

Her elven keeper's next words crush that hope, however. As the bidding intensifies, she knows that she will be experiencing a replay of the guards from that morning. With each higher bid, her frustration and shame begins to grow. Is this all that she has become? A piece of meat for rough men to bid on and then deposit their seed in? When the bidding reaches its stomping, cheering crescendo, she is ready to scream, but holds it in.

Time seems to stand still after quiet settles back onto the room and money exchanges hands. This time left alone seems to amplify the discomfort in her body from the cruel position. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other as best she can to relieve some of the strain. She presses her shoulders back for a few, quivering moments but it does little too help and her strength quickly fails her.

And then the men in the fur shorts are circling her. Her chest heaves in anticipation of what is to come, but they just continue their laps around her. She wants to snap at them, to demand they just get it over with. But she remembers the role she is to play for the elven woman.

"It's okay, boys," she whispers. "Don't let his size trouble you. I'm sure you'll be fine."

And then she is yelping and jumping as much as her bonds allow when their hands turn to tormenting her body. Has it only been a single day in which she has suffered so much groping and unwelcome touching? She wonders if she will someday become immune to it, and that thought terrifies her.

Kethara braces when they finally come to stand in front and behind her. Cheeks crimson, she opens her mouth for the cock that stands erect in front of her lips. She grunts gutterally when he takes hold of her hair and then thrusts himself deep into her throat. The bound girl braces herself for the inevitable entry into her aching bottom. Based on what has been thrust into her mouth, at least it should be smaller.

But then her eyes go wide when the man behind enters her wet, greedy vagina. He has pumped himself in and out of her a few times before she fully realizes he has not made a mistake. She wants to cry out for him to stop, but the only sounds from her mouth are the wet gags, coughs, and gasps for air allowed by the plunging cock there.

Unlike what the guards assumed, she is not concerned about losing her purity. She's had enough fun in her life for that to be long gone. But she desperately fears becoming pregnant. She is to be a warrior, not a mother.

But the man's frantic fucking from behind shoves that fear out of her mind as her passions from earlier are quickly rekindled. So close before, she quickly is brought back to the edge of release by his pumping cock. With his friend's driving in and out of her mouth, she has neither the concentration or the willpower to hold back the release this time.

If the men in the crowd thought she had cum earlier, they would soon realize that was not the case. Her body goes taut as a bow, back arched, and then she is screaming around the cock in her mouth as she tips over the edge to oblivion. Her limbs quake in their bonds, and a near fountain of her fluid sprays onto the insides of her thighs.

Eyes squeezed shut, Kethara wants so desperately to just collapse in her bonds, but the man behind her continues to thrust in and out. The sensations and feelings are overwhelming, as if every nerve ending between her legs is on fire. She jerks wildly against her restraints, practically convulsing. And yet, through the madness of it, she feels herself being driven to a second orgasm.

When the man behind her suddenly thrusts in hard, clutching tightly to her ass, she drives back against him with all she has left. And then they are cumming together. A moment later, the man in front unloads his salty spray into her mouth. She struggles to keep up with his seed, suckling on his cock and swallowing all she can.

Kethara barely notices when the men move away from her quivering body, leaving her to collapse in the chains. She lets out a soft moan, eyelashes fluttering and a little dribble of cum slipping from the corner of her lip.

And then she slips into unconsciousness, her body totally spent.
 
Alana sat quietly in a warm bath, she enjoyed these moments of quiet. Usually, she was alone in the room, but today was an exception – naked Kethara lay on her bed. Alana instructed the servant of the Guild to clean her attire.

The girl wasn't lying. Now that warrior had a moment to study her body. She had muscles, and muscles in the right places. Muscles that one gets only by wielding and using a weapon. She wasn't just whore, even if she dressed, and well, judging by her second act yesterday behaved like one.

She stood up, from the bath, that was placed right opposite the bed and started to slowly dry her body, enjoying the fact that the girl could wake up any moment. And maybe she would have an opportunity to finally eat Alana's pussy. Warrioress felt a sensation in her lower stomach and smiled at a thought. – "Probably not tonight though." – Alana said to herself and looked outside. She had some business to attend.

When Kethara woke up in the morning, she found herself lying on a sturdy queen-sized bed in what looked like a guest room in the inn. Though Alana obviously made it her permanent one. It must be the second or third floor of adventurer's guild Kethara would guess.

It was a single room, but with everything needed. 3 different wardrobes are locked on a key, batch in front of the bed, writing and dining tables, and various knick nacks. To the right, she can see an armchair with her armor accurately placed on a bench, along with her club, a pouch with 62 coins she earned yesterday, and an elegantly written letter.

"Dear Girl,

I realized I haven't asked your name. You are in my room, so unless you want to experience my wrath again, make sure you don't steal anything.

On this note – I'm leaving your share of earnings from yesterday. 12, 25, and 25 crowns. Also, I remember that you took a note from a job board. I believe the original one was destroyed in spilled on a floor beer, however, it read as follows: Vampire killing my chickens. Find me in farmlands on the North. Can give room and eggs for 3 months if you kill him!

I remember it, because I believe that there is an actual vampire, but probably docile since he is only hunting chickens. In any case – be careful.

I have to attend a business outside of the town, but if you are interested in working together, I would like to offer you a job as my apprentice. I think you have great potential, in both of your arts, whoring and fighting. You can meet me in this room in 3 days at sunrise. Knock thrice.

Alana

P.S. Servant is instructed to bring breakfast"

The letter ended, and somebody knocked on the door. – "Breakfast is by the door on a floor, don't step into it" – they announced and left.
 
Stretching out on the bed, Kethara slowly wakes. Though her body still aches in places from the exertions of the day before, she feels very refreshed. Rising up, propping herself up with her arms, she takes a look around the room. It's a big room, probably in the Adventurer's Guild. Looking around, she sees her 'armor' all cleaned and waiting for her sitting on a bench.

Slipping from the soft bed, she pads softly across the room, noticing the note and pouch that accompany her meager possessions. Her eyes go wide when she hears the clinking coins and feels the weight of the pouch. She cannot help but grin as she reads the note.

Despite the rigors and trials of the day before, Kethara realizes that she has landed on her feet. She has a hefty pouch of coin and a promising offer to become an apprentice to a skilled warrior. She pushes the mention of the other side of that offer away. No need to think about whoring now.

As she dresses, however, she is reminded that not everything is as peachy as all that. A quick test of wrapping the white silk around her waist confirms that she is still under the effects of the Wizard's magic.

There is also the matter of this vampire. Alana's belief that there really is a vampire has her second-guessing her decision to choose that path. She knows little about vampires and what might be required to defeat one. Despite these new reservations, however, she does not want to back down. Alana expects her to go help that farmer, and didn't tell her not to try. She doesn't want to disappoint the warrior woman before the apprenticeship begins.

Opening the door briefly to gather the hearty breakfast, Kethara takes it with her to the writing table. She eats ravenously, finding herself starving from the day before, while she pens a quick response to Alana. She ponders for a little bit before she starts. Apprentices have masters, right?

"Mistress Alana,

Thank you very much for your help yesterday. I am thrilled to accept your offer. I know that I will be able to learn so much from you. I look forward to seeing you in three days. I go now to deal with this vampire.

Sincerely,

Kethara

P.S. I am taking a dozen of the coins with me and leaving the rest in the drawer of your writing desk for safe keeping until I return. I hope you will be able to point me to a reputable weapon smith where I can spend them."

It had been sorely tempting to upgrade her weapon before setting out on the task this morning. However, she's learned enough about the town of Marburg to know she will likely get a far better weapon at a better price if she does so with Alana to accompany her.

She leaves the Adventurer's Guild with a spring in her step. Her only stop on the way to the farmlands to the North is at the woodcutter's shop. There, she spends seven of the dozen coins in her pouch for the sturdy quarterstaff she'd seen the day before.

And then it's off to find the farmer and deal with his chicken-killing vampire.
 
Klaus was dragging a large sack of grain, that he used as food for his chickens, ducks, geese, and other birds when he saw something marvelous. Before his mind registered it – his cock was already hard, because in front of him was a girl. Girl wearing next to nothing. He giggled unconsciously and his arms relaxed on their own dropping a sack on his own feet. His blood though was all too busy rushing to his cock, to notice pain in his feet, so he simply stood there, staring at the girl.

He stood like this, with a strain of saliva slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth as the girl approached him, and then started talking. He didn't care. He imagined having a girl like this, he imagined bending her over the fence and having a go at it, like when he was young. Though, even when he was young, he could never be that lucky.

The only reason why he didn't jump her was that he was a much bigger coward than a pervert, and the sight of the well-crafted quarterstaff did activate a portion of his brain that was consistently cockblocking him, and probably saving his life. Otherwise, he would have been attempting to dry humping Kethara by now.

But then the girl said something that finally woke him up. Maybe she even said it multiple times, but this one was the first one to register.

"Vampire".

"Yeah, I have a vampire." – Klaus suddenly woke up, slurping extended from his lips saliva like it was long spaghetti. – "Comes every night, and kills a couple of chickens, drains them dry. I feed them to neighbors pigs, hoping they would turn vampire and eat him, but doesn't seem to work." – Klaus talks, like a man talks in front of a pretty woman, saying random things that he thinks make him sound strong and smart, and powerful. Obviously, every woman should be impressed by his strategic farm acquisition methods.

"So yeah, it's quite early in the afternoon, we have a lot of time to kill. Do you want to take a bath or something?" – He started talking – "My wife…" – he said, and thought came to his mind – OH SHIT I HAVE A FUCKING WIFE – "…she is making a stew". – WHAT WILL SHE SAY IF I BRING A GIRL DRESSED LIKE THIS?! SHE WILL HAVE MY BALLS FED TO THE NEIGHBOURS PIGS – "Though my wife has leprosy…I mean cold…I mean headache. I better just bring you a plate of stew here, or wherever you decide to camp and stake the vampire?!" – Klaus is proud with his ability to talk himself out of disaster. Those women are so weird. They will try to kill each other.

He exhaled loudly, not even realizing that he was holding so much air in his lungs, and nodded towards the wooden building – "That's the chicken hangar. He should show up in 4 or 5 hours. Do you need lumber for stakes?"
 
For all of his awkwardness and ogling, Kethara is still pleased that the farmer is exactly who he is. After her experiences with the people of Marburg, her mind had conjured all sorts of possible farmers that she might run into. While this one was certainly much too comfortable staring at and drooling over her, the distinct lack of physical contact made him a gentleman when compared to the others she had met in this place.

"Yes, it sounds like it would be for the best if I stayed clear of your... sickly... wife," she responds when he finally ran out of words.

Stakes! Why hadn't she thought of them? She had been at the lumber yard and everything.

"Please, do bring me some lumber," she says, thinking fast. "Wood from close by a vampire's hunting ground usually works best. And if you could bring a knife or axe you've used to butcher one of your chickens for me to carve with, that would be ideal."

She doesn't like lying, in general, but this one is harmless enough. She wants him to be confident that she knows what she is doing, and putting him to work doing things other than staring at her would be an added side benefit.

"I'll have a look around the area and the hangar while you gather those things."

Kethara does make an effort to search about for evidence or clues or something, but in truth she has no idea what she is even looking for. This whole thing is really not her area of expertise. When the farmer returns with the requested supplies and stew, she whittles the wood into mostly pointy stakes between bites.

"A vampire that drains chickens," she says softly to herself.

Finished with the stew, she sends the farmer away with the plate, grateful to get his wandering eyes elsewhere. Obviously, this is not some evil town-murdering vampire. He needs to eat, though, so she is sure he feels like he's just doing us all a big favor by snacking on some chickens. She bets she won't need to fight him. Once he knows that the farmer doesn't appreciate his stealing and that she's here to guard the coop, he'll probably just go look for an easier target.

Toward that end, she decides to spend some time hiding the stakes she's made here and there around the chicken's enclosure. They will be close at hand if she needs them, but she doesn't want to present herself to him as some kind of over-eager vampire-slayer.

Finally, out of ideas for things to do, she decides to just lie back on the ground and wait for the vampire to appear. Rested from the night before, she does not fall asleep. She is pleased when, as it grows closer to the vampire's expected arrival, Klaus's eyes finally leave her body so he can go back inside. When the farmer leaves, she rises and brushes herself off before heading in to join the chickens.

Sitting in a corner of the smelly coop, surrounded by the squeaking chickens, Kethara has been waiting for so long that she almost has herself convinced there is no vampire at all. Then, suddenly, a bat flies into the building and transforms into a slender man. Clutching her staff tightly, she levers herself up to her feet.

"Um, stop!" she says quickly, eyes wide. "Don't touch those chickens!"
 
Boris loved what he called double stretching. First, you stretch as a bat, and then you stretch after transformation as a human. It's a truly marvelous feeling, almost as marvelous as these chickens that he was about to drain. He just transformed when something jumped in his field of vision. And he found himself saying – "Oh la la, what a beautiful creature." – Boris said and bowed before the girl. – "I am Boris, the vampire. How can I serve you?".

The vampire listened to Kethara and feigned ignorance. "Oh don't tell me that Farmer doesn't want me to eat his chickens. I eat them sustainably. I don't want to offend Klaus." – Boris says, and it sounds like he really respects Klaus. – "Klaus is an artist. I used to eat humans, but Marburg is horrible, they eat so much shit, and drink the cheapest ales possibly. Even rich." – Boris went on a tirade and spat on the floor.

"But then I discovered these chickens." – Boris said, starting to pace in the hangar. He probably didn't have a lot of friends, and this lonely girl was the first outlet for him to finally rant. – "Klaus only gives them best grain, and he lets them out to hunt insects outside. These chickens have the best blood in a 4-mile radius and trust me I checked." – He artistically showed his teeth – "But now, I just need these chickens. They are so good."

Meanwhile outside
Klaus hated his wife. Not really, but today he hated her. Today he wanted to get into Kethara's panties…though he could swear she didn't wear any panties. Just a thought of it sent his cock onto a rampage in his trousers.

He found an excuse to get out of house, and see if he can spy on the girl in the hangar…what is there is no vampire? What if she gets bored and falls asleep. Yes, raping was bad, but what was he supposed to do, poor farmer?

His wife didn't give him a blowjob in 25 years, 2 months, and 14 days, and he was desperate. And wasn't he providing public good for the city of Marburg? He was the largest supplier of bird meat, didn't he deserve to live at least one day before he goes into darkness?!

So he quietly crawled across his own farm, until he reached the hangar, and tried to listen to what was happening. And what he heard was muffled conversation.

In Hangar
"Aha" – Klaus opened the hangar door and entered. It was slower enter than he expected, so his Aha was followed by a few seconds of silence. – "You are not fighting him, but conversing instead!"

Boris meanwhile looked at Klaus, the man responsible for the best blood he ever drunk, and was about to bow to him, but then stopped. Figuring that it's not safe to Bow in presence of…armed with quarterstaff whore…quarterstaff was just one breaking point away from being two stakes which weren't safe.

He flicked his fingers and put Kethara under glamour charm. And turned towards Klaus. – "It is my honor to meet you, Klaus, you produce the best chickens ever. But I see that you hired this woman to bribe me into avoiding killing them?"

Klaus didn't really have a plan beyond "aha", he started to silently open and close his mouth, looking at an actual real vampire.

"Well." – Boris said after five or six seconds of silence – "You are an artist Klaus" – Boris approached the farmer – "I respect you immensely, but I will keep eating two chickens a day." – Boris said firmly and Klaus nodded. – "But you can set the price. Whatever you want Klaus."

It didn't take too long for Klaus to say – "He-e-e-e-e-e-er." – He stuttered. – "I want to have her…once in two weeks, I want to have her. Like really have her all the ways."

Boris turned to the girl and lifted his fingers to make another click when Klaus stopped him. – "Wait. I want her to beg me. I want her to like really want me, and beg me, once in two weeks, just to get in the heat for me." – Klaus started to blubber when he realized that his dreams might finally come true. - "No one ever wanted me, like really wanted me. My wife just settled with me, she got tired by age of 18 and decided that I wasn't all that bad. But you know, I want her to crawl around me, and want me, and lick me. I want to tie her up, and see her struggle to get to me."

Boris put his fingers on Klauses lips – "Sssshh master Klaus. You are an artist, and I am an artist too! I know what you want." – Boris said, and clicked his fingers.
 
Kethara was not certain what to expect from a chicken-draining vampire. She had thought perhaps he might be scrawny or sickly. She had considered the possibility that he might be little more than a savage animal.

At no point has she imagined anything like Boris.

She cannot help but giggle a little when he bows to her and calls her beautiful. She is still riding the wave of that compliment as he so eloquently paints a picture of Klaus’s skill and expertise at raising chickens.

She wonders if Boris has actually ever met Klaus. It is so hard for her to imagine that leering man as actually good at anything.

Kethara is about to suggest they simply go to the house and meet the farmer. It seems like they should be able to easily work something out.

And then Klaus is suddenly busting into the coup, shouting “Aha!”

There is something powerful about the sound of that word, or near-word. The girl has never been able to hear it without immediately feeling guilty.

“No, Klaus, it’s not what you think!” She says quickly.

In truth, she has no idea what he’s thinking. She has no idea what she is guilty of doing.

“Oh, actually, no, it is exactly what you were thinking,” she says, blushing a little when he accuses her of chatting instead of killing.

And then, suddenly, everything goes fuzzy. She feels as though she wobbles on her feet, the world going dark. It passes in a B moment, like an exaggerated blink. When her eyes open, she is staring at Klaus.

Her heart skips a beat when she catches the way his gaze slowly travels down over her body. She takes a deep breath, pressing her shoulders back and making her breasts thrust out against the leather top.

His smile in reaction is like moonlight cutting through the darkness. How had she not noticed before there was his weak little chin disappeared into his neck when he grinned. The sight of it now makes her heart beat faster.

She takes a step closer to him, reaching out to lightly touch his arm. Her gaze lingers on the ragged ends of his short sleeve and the way that featured cloth seems to accentuate the sinewy, delightfully scrawny shape of his bicep. The tantalizing shape reminds her of a half-devoured pheasant leg, and she slowly licks her lips.

When Kethara finally forces her eyes back up to meet Klaus's, he is grinning broadly. Her fingertip moves slowly across to his sunken chest and then begins to move downward. She bites her lower lip, feeling a flush of excitement rush through her as her finger passes his navel to reach his belt.

"No," he says simply.

The scent of his breath is intoxicating. Based on the scent, this is clearly a man with a fondness for ripened cheeses. She leans forward, closing her eyes as her lips aim for his, longing for the taste of them.

"No," he repeats, putting a finger on her lips.

Immediately, her lips close around the fingertip. She suckles on it, tasting the earth and grime of his life. Her tongue finds the edge of the fingernail in her mouth and she flicks at its ragged, well-bitten edge.

"No," he says only a little more sternly as he pulls his finger back.

"But Klaaauuuusse," she whines his name, pressing her thighs together and feeling the radiating arousal. She pouts at him. "I thought you liked me. Boris says I'm beautiful."

As soon as she speaks the words, she hates herself for saying them. It would be like a warrior trying to prove his courage by saying a toddler believes him brave. Who is Boris, that sweet-talking transforming creature of the night to compare to Klaus?

"You want this, don't you?" Klaus asks, gesturing down over his body.

Kethara nods feverishly in response. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees a little glimmer of drool at the corner of his lips. She can so clearly remember the drool from when they'd first met. She wished she could go back to that moment and lick every last drop of it from his trembling lips. She has no idea how she resisted the temptation.

"Then you're going to have to show me how much you want it."

He turns and walks out of the hangar, gesturing for her to follow. She quickly falls into step behind him.

"Strip," he commands without looking back.

She strips out of her 'armor' as she follows him, tossing each piece to the ground as it comes free. She hops, bare breasts bouncing, as she unbuckles and then discards each of her armored sandals. He stops at a wagon next to the house. The back of it is filled with large bags of grain. A yoke for an ox rests not he ground in front of it. Klaus is grinning when he stops there and turns to face her.

"If I decided to fuck you, which holes would you let me use?"

"Any of them. Whatever you wanted," she answers quickly, a little breathlessly, daring to dream that it might happen.

"And if I wanted to tie you up?"

"You can, however you want. I don't mind. Just please," she bites her lip for a moment before letting it spring back out. "Please, just fuck me."

"I don't know. I'm not sure if you want it badly enough. How much do you want this?"

He gestures at his body again, and Kethara's eyes instinctively follow the motion of his hand. She regrets it at once. The sight of him leaves her light-headed, yearning for him.

"Please, I can pay you. Do you want money?"

"Pay me? I like the sound of that."

Kethara quickly runs back to find her discarded coin pouch on the floor. She runs back to him and thrusts it into his hand. When he opens the top to look inside, she curses herself for leaving the rest of her money behind with Alana. She so wishes she could shower him in it now. Those five meager crowns in the bag seem not at all a fitting offering.

"Maybe you should beg me, too. On your knees."

A moment later, she is on her knees, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, Klaus. I feel like such a fool. I had all that time with you before Boris came, and I just wasted it. Please, let me show you how much I want you... how much I want your cock. How much I want you to take me, however you want."

Without responding, he walks past her to pick up the wooden ox-yoke off the ground. He places the heavy, smooth wood down on her shoulders. Her neck easily fits into the curve built in for the ox's. He brings her arms up to rest along the wooden lengths that stick out to either side of her head. The touch of his hands on her body sends shivers of excitement rushing out through her.

Her breathing quickens when he ties her wrists in place on the yoke. He said he wanted to tie her up. This must mean he is accepting her. He has judged her and found her worthy of him. That excitement begins to fade when he rises and moves back to stand a half dozen feet away in front of her.

"If you want me, you're going to have to work for it, girl."

Kethara groans when he suddenly forces his trousers down. His slender cock stands out so proudly, almost pointy in its shape. She has never wanted anything so badly in her life.

The yoked girl surges to her feet, but finds herself brought up short. She turns her head to see that the wooden device on her shoulders is connected to the wagon. Clenching her jaw, she digs her toes into the ground and drives herself forward with all her might.

Kethara has no idea how long it has been by the time she finally reaches that beautiful little prick. Her body drips with sweat from the exertion of pulling the heavy wagon. Every muscle is aching and on the verge of giving out, trembling at some point beyond exhaustion. She is running on nothing more than adrenaline and desire.

She has hit her knees a dozen times along the way, straining for and failing to reach his cock. But this time, when she presses forward against the yoke's hold, she finds it waiting there for her. The tip is already wet, glistening with his anticipation of her. She suddenly finds herself grateful for her experiences with the guards and in the arena. Both have just been steps along the path to prepare her to be the best she can be for the glorious Klaus.

It does not take him long to cum as she works him with her tongue and lips. She swallows every drop of him, savoring his taste on her lips. She doesn't even mind when he leaves her there, tied to the yoke. If this is how he wants her, then she will endure that for him.

She is thrilled when his touch awakens her that night. He says nothing as he lifts her back up onto her knees and then bends her forward to thrust his cock into her pussy. In no time, he is cumming inside her. She continues to drive back against him, hungry for more and for her own release. He stops her with a swat to her ass. He leaves her again and she falls back to sleep.

The next time she wakes, he releases her from the yoke to bring her into the back of the wagon. Bending her over a stack of seed bags, this time he makes use of her ass. He is such a better fit than those other brutes. Kraus is just so perfect for her, as though his body had been sculpted into the perfect form to bring her pleasure. When he leaves her again, she curls up with the sacks and slips into a contented sleep.

Kethara's final wake-up is to the sound of a rooster crowing and the bright sun. The events of the night before come crashing down onto her mind like a heavy weight. What in the absolute hell was she thinking? She can remember every detail of the night. She vividly recalls how she had felt, but none of it makes any sense to her. She might have thought it a dream if the dried remains of him were not still all over her body.

Slipping quickly and quietly out of the wagon, she follows the trail of her discarded clothing, picking up the pieces and dressing again in the reverse order of the night before. And then she heads quickly back to town without looking back. She dares not risk another glance at Kraus for fear his strange power overcomes her again.

Only when she gets back to town, hungry and exhausted, does she realize that, once again, she has no money. Well, she has money, but it's with Alana, who she won't see for another three days.

"You go off on your first adventure and come back seven crowns poorer. Such an adventurer," she chides herself softly.

She shakes her head. It had just been the wrong choice. She should have just gone with the other option from the board. So, she wasn't ready for a vampire. She feels confident, however, that she is ready for the other.

Taking a deep breath, she heads off to find the wrestling master.
 
Border of the City
Samuel the officer of the Guard was peeing outside of the guard box in the morning when he saw a figure of a woman in the distance entering the city wearing that weird half skirt. – "Look Nic, it's that girl she looks good isn't she?" – He shouts at his friend, as he shakes his penis off – "The one we did a favour and didn't fuck her in the cunt, to keep her pure and all." – Samue said, and smiled – "We need to visit her one day in the city." – He said out loud, but no longer sure if he was speaking to himself, or to his partner, and walked back into the guardhouse. It will be a good day!

Farm
The sun was different. The air was full. Klaus walked down his farm, and he could swear – he could smell every single flower. Life finally had meaning. Somebody actually wanted him. And then he finally stopped his inspection and froze. She paid him. She. Paid. Him. Who would ever believe it?

Was he now a whore? He thought to himself, and a wide grin appeared on his face. He could feel a tingling sensation, like a myriad of tiny ants all around his body rushed towards his body. He felt excited, he felt like not a farmer for the first time in his life.

Later this day Klaus sat down and started writing a note. "To the Heroine who freed my chickens from Vampire: You had to retreat promptly, but my gratitude is with you for dealing with the monster promptly and efficiently. Your room and breakfast are ready for you whenever you need them throughout this year." – He signed it on the backside with his name and destination: Adventurer's Guild. Jobs Board.

He folded the note and walked towards the guardhouse where the post box was. "Good morning Samuel, Good morning Nicolas". – Klaus greeted two guards who were drinking their morning ale on the steps of the guardhouse and slipped his note in the post box. They greeted him back, and Klaus was about to turn away and back to his farm when he felt an urge to spill the beans. – "Chaps a girl paid me seven coins yesterday to suck my dick. I'm a whore now" – Farmer said proudly and mischievously.

Samuel sprayed his beer all over Klaus when he realized what he heard – "Is your dick some weird shape?" – He asked, and the trio started to gossip for the next couple of hours.

Back to Kethara
It didn't take Kethara long to find the wrestling pit, and there was only one person who looked like an owner in this part of the Merchant District, right next to the poorer Ports district. He was slightly overweight, but tall in his late forties, and the only man wearing a full-length fur coat and gold chain in a 1,000-yard radius.

He was also, the only man in the whole city, who looked at Kethara not with lust, not with a visible attempt to fuck her, or hatred, but instead, his lips pursed, and he chewed on them as he visible thought and looked at her. – "Yes, you can be a great wrestler. The attire is just right too, I think I'll have a job for you" – He said, even before Kethara managed to stop walking. It seemed like her luck was finally finding a way.

And then he surprised her again. He extended his arm to her, another first – "I'm Adan, the owner of the Mud and Oil mixed wrestling." – He said. By now Kethara must have been very suspicious with the first person, who didn't want to just leer her. He actually seemed to be professional and not sex-obsessed like everybody else in this city.

"Walk with me" – Tall man said, and turned around, he looked like he knew exactly how to move, to make his fur coat look truly awesome. [editors note: and the author wants to make a point, that he doesn't just type word awesome willy-nilly] It looked right on the bleeding edge of what could be considered pompous, but didn't do a step further. – "So, it's mixed match, lower ranks fight in the mud, upper in oil, aromatic and all." – Adan says pointing towards various rings – "We also doing shows in Noble and Ambassadorial districts for our upper-class customers." – he turned to her – "How much do you know about the rules already?" – He said, and opened the door to his office, and continued. – "Actually, just let me tell you the rules, this way we avoid any confusion." – Adan said and walked to his office, planting himself on a large desk and pointing towards a place on a carpet in front of him.

His office was sparse in details, but for some reason covered in carpets. One on the floor and three carpets were nailed to the walls. – "So, you get 10 points for takedowns" – Adan said, which sounded normal, – "And 100 points for bringing an opponent to orgasm, if you raise less than 250 points by the end of a match, they bring the help from the crowd." – Adan said. – "Prize money" – He lifted his finger – "Now prize money calculated from both, performance, and how much crowd likes you. On top of that, you take ten percent of tips that people leave for drinks and food during your match. It's distributed between fighters, waiters, help, and cook." – He said, before she, like every other fighter started to complain why only 10th and not half. Fucking fighters, they thought that rest of the staff didn't exist.

He looked at her again, – "Understood? Now undress and turn around, show yourself to me." – Adan said business-like, and placed a bottle of oil on the table next to where he sat – "Let's see how you look like?"

In the Adventurer's Guild
"It's that girl from yesterday right?" – Somebody said reading the jobs board. – "She dealt with Boris?" – He said astonished and lightly surprised, – "Hey Chaps. Do you remember the girl from yesterday? She dealt with Boris!"
 
When the fur-trimmed man introduces himself and thrusts a hand toward her, Kethara barely stops herself before jumping back away from it. She has already been trained well by Marburg on the dangers a man’s hand can represent.

But this man, she quickly recognizes, is different. She clasps hands with him firmly. She tries to remain confident, at least outwardly, though there is a little panicked part of her inside that is concerned about any part of her being held by a man.

“I’m Kethara. I am pleased to meet you, Adan.”

She falls into step behind the man, taking the tour of the pits of the fighting grounds. She should have come here first, she realizes. This is a man who appreciates her strength and understands her value intuitively.

Following him to the door of his office, she is partially mesmerized by the way his fur coat sways around him. It is as though the thing moves with a life of its own, almost to the point where she begins to wonder if some of the fur isn’t still attached to tiny legs that manipulate it for Adan’s benefit.

When they enter the office, she immediately notes the strangeness if it. Who carpets a wall? She pushes that thought out of her mind. Everyone has their quirks. There is no cause to be judgmental. She moves to stand before him where he indicates, rising to her full, admittedly short, height.

When he describes the rules, some of the luster of the place begins to tarnish. Orgasms have never been a part of any wrestling matches she’s been involved in.

Well, not in any public ones you’ve been involved in, she corrects herself and then blushes at the memory.

Math has never been one of her string suits, but it is not difficult to figure out how it will work in this case. Unless someone cums at least twice, the crowd will have an opportunity to finish the job. The memory of the eager crowd at the Adventurer’s Guild comes quickly to her mind.

She sets her jaw. She’s thinking like a loser. She knows that. She won’t let this place turn her into one. The crowd won’t be a problem. She will see to that!

Things take a turn for the better when he talks about the tips. She’ll get ten percent of that money, regardless of whether she wins or loses?!?

“That’s very generous! Thank you!” She grins.

The strange ordeal of the night before begins to fade in her mind. By the end of the day, she’ll have coin in hand again. She treat herself to something decadent for dinner and then a nice room with a soft bed and a hot bath.

When Adan calls for her to undress, Kethsra immediately wishes she had found a way to clean up this morning before coming here. She blushes a little as she strips out of her not-quite-armor, trying to sneakily clean up a bit of Klaus’s dried remnants with the silken panel.

When she looks up to Adan again, she sees him place the bottle of oil on the desk. Nodding, she steps forward to take it and then begins to apply it to her body.

After a night primarily spent yoked to a wagon on the dirty ground, the scent of the oil is like a balm to her soul. Ilshe start with her arms arms, rubbing it in and massaging the sore muscles in the process.

Bending at the waist, she works the oil into her legs, starting with the right calf muscles and then moving up over her knees to her strong thighs. She turns then to face away from him as she spreads more oil over her bottom and then rubs it in.

This man is nothing like Klaus, she finds herself thinking. This is a strong, capable, and successful man. She finds herself yearning to please him, as though by that she can wash away the night before.

She remains facing away from him as she applies the oil to her flat belly and then her breasts. When she turns back to face him, her bare flesh is glistening with the oil, nipples standing out erect on her breasts.

She places the bottle back on the desk, looking to Adan’s eyes.
 
Adan's face melt's in a content smile. It's not very noticeable unless one looking for it, but it touches his entire face, from corners of his lips to corners of his eyes. He watches the girl eagerly spread oil all over her body with enthusiasm. He feels blood rushing all over his body and that ache of pleasure in his cock when it straightens up from being soft and bent. The girl bends in front of him, and he notices that she is flexible too.

Most people had "types" as blondes or brunettes, skinny, medium, or fat. But Adan knew that his type was – flexible and fast. And the girl in front of him was exactly his type.

He met her eyes when she turned around, and let his smile melt a little more – "You are very seductive." – He says simply and confidently. He is used to being able to speak his mind. He was important enough for people to listen to him.

Adan lets the moment of silence pass by, appreciating the view, and then stands up and removes his fur coat. Left only in a thin tunic and trousers he approaches the girl and his hands land softly on her body. – "You are very toned." – He complements her, or maybe just inspecting and moves his hands along her sides and towards her buttocks. – "Spread your legs." – He says, and his hands pass on her inner thighs. He appreciates that she is not too shy, and comments on this – "You know you are seductress." – Pauses, and lets the words sink in, – "And you made a piece with that. Haven't you?". – Adan says, he knows very well that an inside girl can very well be a nervous wreck, but he found that when one talks calmly in front of a girl, it makes them more playable. His fingers reached her nipples, and he pinched them by areolas and played with them casually. "Did you ever take two cocks at same time?" – He asked her, nonchalantly with a gentle smile, and then stepped away.

"Alright then, shall we see how you behave under pressure?" – Adan asked her and pointed towards the floor – "Get on all fours and turn with your ass towards me. Imagine that there is an opponent below you, but you still need to attract the public. Wiggle your buttocks and show me what you can do." – Adan leaned against his table again and pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the side, making it pretty clear of what's going to happen later.
 
Seductive… Seductress…

These are words Kethara would never have used to describe herself. She could not imagine another person in her life who might have ever thought of her as such. Well, certainly not before she came to Marburg in any case.

As the confident, powerful Adan’s hands move over here oil-slicked body, she tries on the descriptor. She slips it on in her mind, as easily as the man had removed his coat. Standing there with her legs spread, the play of his fingertips does not elicit gasps and trembling from her. Rather, she pushes back against the pressure, just slightly... just enough to let him know she desires more of his touch.

She lets out a soft, low moan when his fingers play with her nipples. She bites her lip, panting slightly, and more than a little shocked by how hungry the sound she makes is to her ears. When he asks the question, she pushes aside the part of her mind that recalls the unpleasantness of her "two cock" experiences. Kethara the Seductress does not focus on such details. And then she whines, rising up on her toes for a moment when his fingers leave her achingly erect nipples.

"Two cocks at once?" she smiles as she sinks back down onto flat feet. "Just two days ago, I accomplished that feet on two separate occasions. The second pair paid 75 crowns, each, for the pleasures of my body in front of the whole Adventurer's Guild."

Though those words leave her mouth with every bit of her newfound confidence, hearing herself speak them shatters the illusion a bit. She has just described herself as a whore to this man, being paid for sex.

"But I'm not a whore," she quickly adds. "It was just a bit of entertainment as they got to know me."

That's better, she thinks. Well, it's a little better. She pushes down the growing realization of what she is becoming. She is grateful when he directs her to a task, letting her forget that unfortunate part of the conversation.

Instead of just sinking to her knees, Kethara turns swiftly, as though she has heard an opponent behind her. She dives to her knees on the floor of the office, pressing her body down into the invisible wrestler there. In her mind, she one of the guardsmen from her first morning here. He is naked, as he had been then. She holds tight to his right forearm, twisting it up painfully behind his back and driving his smug face down into the floor.

He tries to buck her off, but she rides his motions easily. Bare toes pressed into the floor, she rocks her hips, rolling her bottom cheeks before Adan as he stands behind her. In her imagination, she can hear the guardian beginning to cry. He slaps the floor with his free hand, but she has no mercy to offer him. She leans in closer over her imaginary prey, hand moving around under him to find his nasty, hard cock.

"Time to spurt, bad boy," she hisses before she even realizes she is speaking aloud. "I'm getting my hundred points."
 
Adan looked at the girl roleplay with herself for almost two minutes. But the girl was natural. Not yet experienced, but the potential was huge. And with this thought, and wide sly smile he picked up the bottle of oil and spilled it generously over his hands, and approached the girl on the carpet.

His hands landed on her buttocks, and he lowered himself on the carpet. – "Let's make sure you taste good." – Adan said, without any preamble, and let his tongue slide across her lightly oiled cunt. His tongue parts her labia and moves towards her hooded clit and back a few times before she moves in. Whether he noticed the presence of another man or not, he didn't show a signal and started to slowly suck on her pussy before retreating lower to her clit. Starting to flick it with his tongue and suck on it for a few iterations. But then it all stopped. Kethara could feel him retreat and walk around her. Maybe he did notice something, or maybe he kept playing with her.

Until he grabbed the girl by the shoulder with one hand and pressed his thumb against her anus with another – "Let's see how you perform under pressure." – Adan said, lowering himself on one knee besides Kethara. Two oiled fingers, index and ring finger to be precise squeeze into her pussy, while his thumb circles into her anus. He squeezes her shoulder, firmly, to both hold her from retreating, though this is not required at all. But also to reassure her. – "Good girl." – He utters, looking at the toned girl, on all fours in front of him, and starts to move.

He massages her from inside, as his thumb pushes deeper into her, and soon he starts to move his hand in and out, finger fucking her both holes at the same time. – "What would you do now if you had to fight me?" – Adan asks her, calmly. If she turned to her head and looked at him, she would meet his calm gaze back.
 
Kethara had lost of how many times her ass had been grabbed since coming to Marburg. This one, however, was different. These hands, slick with oil on her bottom cheeks, were not the unwelcome gropists that she had come to expect here. She presses back against them a little more eagerly than she would have imagined.

And then her head snaps up, the little mental scene with the guardsman forgotten, when warm lips and tongue begin to work her sex. She closes her eyes, rocking her hips gently under the ministrations of Adan's tongue. How long as it been, she wonders, since anyone... man or woman... has made any effort to bring her pleasure? Certainly that hasn't happen since she arrived in town, but even before that, it had been years she thought.

She whines, making no effort to hide her disappointment, when he abruptly leaves her. She remains on her hands and knees looking up at him as he stalks around her.

Kethara grins when Adan plunges back down to join her. She gasps when him thumb presses into her asshole, fingers gliding so easily into her slick pussy. She is panting hard with excitement when the thumb begins to move inside her, hips rocking in rhythm with his motion as she presses back against his thumb and fingers.

"Oh gods," she moans softly when he begins to fuck her with those fingers.

But then, he presents the challenge to her. As excited as she was by his mouth and the use of his hands, she realizes that this is an important moment. This is her chance to prove herself to him. This is her opportunity to show him why she deserves a place in his ring, and potentially more than that.

At first, she pretends not to have heard him. She continues to rock against his fingers and thumb, letting out a long moan. She does not look back at him, to try and hide the growing smile on her lips from him.

And then, abruptly she presses back hard and then presses her thighs together hard to try and catch his hand between them. At the same time, she would twist her body with all her strength, back moving toward him and trying to drive his trapped hand and its arm down to the floor beneath her.

She has had lots of experience wrestling, though never under circumstances like this before. She quickly learns, even as she makes the attempt, how much it changes things to have those digits inside her body.
 
"Look at you feisty one" – Adan grunted in pleasant surprise. He enjoyed auditioning for new girls. Usually, they ended up not knowing what to do, and at least a third of them were boring planks, who could just be thrown around his well-carpeted room, but – "You are fun and feisty, and quite fuckable aren't you?" – He complimented her and tilted his weight, sliding against her naked body oily body unobtrusively, and letting her instead fall on the floor.

He moved quickly, driven by his experience in this field, but mostly by his throbbing cock, and quickly spun on top of her, landing on Kethara's chest in what was essentially a sixty-nice with him being on top.

He grabbed her clit again, his lips wrapped around it, and he started to suck it, at the same time flicking it with the tip of his tongue, which moved frantically on top of it. His cock gyrated under the blood pressure right on top of Ketheras face, separated only by the thin fabric of his silk boxers.

"You taste amazing. The crowd will love you." – Adan made a point about, and let his fingers drill into her again. He pressed his tongue against her clit, and in her pussy his fingers started to move across her walls, especially focusing on the top wall, that now was worked from both ends. His tongue on top, and fingers from below. He grabbed and squeezed her buttock with his free hand. He wanted her to squeal, but he also just wanted to hold her. This girl was damn fine. Adan felt a pinch of jealousy. He didn't feel it often, but with Kethara. He wished that maybe he could hold off…"Maybe I'll keep this nice piece of ass, and divine cunt for myself for a couple of seasons." – Adan said, both truthfully, but also playfully, trying to hide his true nugget of feelings from himself as much.

They were in this position for a while, with Adan on top of her, when the door opened, and a girl entered the room.

Rebecca
Rebecca was a wrestler, but she was smart you see. She figured one can't be a wrestler forever. This type of job doesn't go beyond the thirties, and what is she supposed to do then? So about a year ago, she started to try to diversify, and by now, on top of her nightly wrestling, she was also being somewhat a secretary for Adan. Well…not really. Adan didn't recognize her as secretary and didn't pay her extra, but she knew that Adan wouldn't really survive without her.

Rebecca just arrived at her job, she was late, because she was taking care of her fellow wrestler and roommate when she saw, that some skank, dressed as an actual whore entered Adan's office.

Rebecca was fuming outside, waiting, thinking that Adan would be soon done until she started to hear more and more intense moans from inside. "He needs to know it now. He needs to know it now." – She told herself a couple of times and entered the office. Finding a couple on the floor, she blurted out. "Nadia is ill, we need to find her a replacement for tonight's private tournament in Ambassador's District." – Rebecca said, feeling important, and then realizing that she is angrier as Adan said what she knew he'd say.

"Well dear Kethara." – Adan lifted his mouth from her pussy – "Full tournament starts next week, but I think you got yourself a job for tonight."
 
Kethara gasps playfully when the skilled man counters her move and drops her to the floor beneath him. His words, simple compliments are like precious medicine for an ego that has been sorely damaged during her time here.

She cries out softly, arching her back up against his weight, when those warm lips and fingers return to their delightful work between her legs.

Looking up, she can see the shape of his cock straining against the pants she wishes were not there. His shins press down on her arms, keeping them trapped in place against the floor to either side of her head.

She strains her neck, lifting her head to reach that bulge in his trousers. She grabs it with her lips, lashing at it with her tongue.

By the time his free hand grabs her ass, she is writhing beneath him, driving hard toward orgasm. She gives in to the incredible feeling of it all, those dual pressures seeming to surround and envelope her pussy.

Just as she is about to plunge over the cliff into release, Kethara hears the door open and then the sound of a woman’s voice. Shame rushes up to fill her.

In that moment, she wants nothing more in the world than to stop the orgasm. Her whole body is tense, vibrating almost like a tuning fork as Adan speaks in response.

The last little puff of his breath across her engorged clit is like the straw that broke the camel’s back. She cries out as she cums, trembling and shaking beneath him, her juices mixing with the oil as they flow.
 
Rebecca patiently waited at the entrance of the room while the couple finished in their post-orgasmic glow, and then she almost threw up when she realized that she mentally referred to them as a couple. Adan always did this. Twice a year he would fall for some skank, who will become his favorite, and the rest of the wrestlers would have to be nice, and good to her. Well not any longer, not when Rebecca was his secretary. She would keep the games to higher standards. The young woman thought vigorously as she waited for Adan to get his trousers and shirt back in shape.

Due to their profession, they weren't exactly shy, but for the sake of all divine, Rebecca blushed anyway, seeing her boss naked and oily. And then he finally turned to her, while Kethara was dressing up in her so-called armor. – "Please bring Nadia some chicken soup, and Kethara here." – He made a gesture with his open arm – "Can replace Nadia tonight." – He said and winked at the girl – "Please allocate her 5 coin advance payment so that she knows that we are serious." – Adan said.

Rebecca was about to protest – "But Adan, did you verify her?" – She asked, – "Tonight are the secret games…involving…certain…secret…passage." – She was trying to find code words to describe a secret passage in question, but failed, and instead just ended up making long awkward pauses between words.

Adan waved his hand, and approached Kethara, grabbing her by the arse – "Look at her, does she look like a spy?" – He asked and looked at Kethara serious, and then back – "She wrestles like a pro, and she takes it up her all holes like a pro, she is one of us." – Adan said, and then realized that he was defending himself in front of Rebecca, who wasn't exactly his partner. – "I made my decision." – He said certain that conversation was over, and released Kethara's buttock walking back to his deck – "Allocate the advance, and explain where to meet." – He said and winked at Kethara – "I'll see you tomorrow, to give your share of earnings." – He said, but Kethara could swear that he would give her share, and then some, and then some more cock.

"Follow me" – Rebecca pursed her lips, and after a pause added – "please." – She walked Kethara to a smaller wagon parked outside of Adan's office and once inside started to shuffle throughout different shelves – "Here is your advance." – She said, throwing a pouch towards Kethara – "Here are easily rippable undergarments, should be your side." – She said, throwing a larger cloth bag filled with what looked like rough paper made undergarments, made to look like silk ones. There was a spike of shame when Kethara released that some of those undergarments managed to cover more than her "armor". The last thing Rebecca threw towards Kethara was a leather pouch with something gelatinous inside – "Glitter, to look glamorous." – Rebecca said, curtly and then approached Kethara – "Alright, next to the Adventurer's guild, there is a feeder for horses. Behind it, there is sealed door. Do you understand me?" – Rebecca asked, and continued – "Door is fake, but wall next to the door can be moved. Move the faux wall and you'll get in the tunnel under Noble's district. From there keep to the left wall until you see torches – that's where we are. You will exit the tunnel in Ambassador's palace, that's where all ambassadors, including Ambassadors from Magi Tower or Circle or whatever gather – that is where we gather and prepare. I'll introduce you to the rest of the team there."

The very same evening Kethara followed Rebecca's condescending but accurate instructions. Followed the path of torches and exited in what seemed like an empty dark room. It took young warrioress only a few minutes to realize that the room was full of people who held their breath. She felt a spike of alertness, and the hair on the back of her neck peered up when she heard the familiar voice of Rebecca. "This is her, get her, teach her a lesson." – Kethara heard, and numerous hands grabbed the girl.

They reached to her breasts, her buttocks, and her feet, ripping her armor to shreds and forcing her to drop the bag with wrestling attires. If she paid attention she would notice that Rebecca started to light up the room around, and soon Kethara was brought to the high bench. She fought back and even kicked a few people, but one could only do so much when 4 other people wanted to tie you to the bench.

Soon her ankles and her wrists were tightly bound to the legs of the bench. Somebody pushed what felt like a pilled under her stomach, forcing her arse to perk up, while another person was tying off a blindfold.

"It's time to teach young whore a lesson." – Rebecca said, pressing her cunt against Kethara's face, while a few other hands started to grope and explore Kethara's body.
 
Kethara is still riding an exhilarating high as she works her way through the secret passages toward the night’s event. In one hand, she holds her quarterstaff, the bag of wrestling clothes and punch of glitter in the other.

This morning had been a particular low point as she walked in shame back to town after her night with Klaus. She still can’t fathom what came over her, but she believes that vampire, Boris, had something to do with it. She’d been broke again.

Now, she is on her way to a private wrestling performance, newly hired by a man who truly appreciates her. The pouch of coins feels good against her thigh, even if she wishes she could wear breeches to feel it less directly.

Her eyes narrow when she reaches the dark room. At first, she thinks she must be early, and strides without fear into that darkness.

And then, suddenly, their hands are on her body. She hears a woman’s voice commanding them, though in the heat of the moment cannot quite placed it. She cries out, dropping the bag, as she reaches to get both hands on her staff.

The deck is stacked in favor of the girl’s attackers. They outnumber her four to one. They have had time for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. She is effectively blind and overwhelmed.

Despite her struggles, she feels each piece of armor removed from her body. They drag her naked, struggling form better them. Points of light are just beginning to appear around the room when they thrust her down on the bench.

“Stop!” She cries out when the first step buckles into place around her right wrist, pinning it to the leg of the bench. “I’m here for a job! For Adan!”

Her words do as little to stop them as her struggles had. Within moments, her limbs are secured in place, bottom lifted up by the pillow beneath her.

And then she hears the woman’s voice and the venomous words. This time it is easy to recognize the woman from Adan’s office. It all becomes clear to her. Rebecca’s concerns about Kethara extended to more than just fear of her being a spy. The woman OSS obviously jealous of the attention Adan has so quickly shown her.

“Not quite the introduction I was expecting,” she snaps harshly, pulling at the restraints and trying to sound more confident than she feels.

She turns her head away when Rebecca’s crotch is presented for her face. Then she stiffens when she feels the men’s hands begin to explore her body.
 
Rebecca grabs Kitara's head by the hair as if this was something that everyone was taught to do in this bloody town. – "Be a good girl and start licking your competitors." – Rebecca's voice playful with a hint of jealousy from what she saw in the morning. She didn't want to admit to herself, but she envisioned that Adan wouldn't be active in the battles and especially "interviewing" any longer. She wanted him for herself.

"We are just making sure you are ready" – Kethara would hear a male voice, and moments later someone grabbed her by the feet and pushed her forward on the bench a little. Next moment the tip of a cock pressed against her – "To make sure we have chemistry" – Man unseen to Kethara said, and pushed his cock into her.

The girl was laying on her back, her legs and arms tied as two of her contestants were working her mouth. But then something happened. Somebody grabbed her by the nipples…no, it was two different people. She could feel rough thick thumbs on her left one, and polished nails on the right. But that wasn't the interesting part. She could hear the door opening, and somebody announced.

"What the fuck do you people doing here? Don't you know that this room is reserved by Heimrad the Wizard? He will have you skinned alive if you ruin any of his ingredients for his new spell." – Newcomer said on a single breath and then paused. – "That said…" – He paused. – "My silence can be bought with services of pleasure." – He said. and even without seeing, Kethara could feel the wide smile on the newcomer's face. If only she could see his face properly, to know her next target.

"Do you want to take her ass?" – Somebody said, most likely the one who was balls deep in her at the moment, and people shuffled. A few moments later there were five people attending Kethara. A pair of lips on her nipples, cunt rubbing against her mouth, and two cocks in her cunt and ass.

Eduarte

Eduarte Millen de Sant Junior was not an average secretary. His daddy was secretary to the kind when he was young, so when it was time to send his sons to study. Instead of applying to universities, he pulled every single favour, every bribe, and every trick, to set them to be secretaries to generals, mages, and politicians. His daddy looked at his sons as seeds of power that he would plant. So here he was – Eduarte, being a personal secretary and apprentice to mage Heimrad.

He was supposed to run inventory for the ingredients that Heimrad urgently ordered yesterday morning when he found an orgy in the storage room.

"What the fuck do you people doing here? Don't you know that this room is reserved by Heimrad the Wizard?" – He found himself saying in shock, but somewhere mid-sentence he remembered that the troupe of so-called "wrestlers", who were essentially fuck-toys used this room too.

He finished the sentence when one of the guys when he already had the next sentence ready. The wrestlers didn't stop, but they also didn't continue. The guy who was plowing the girl tied on the bench slowed down but still moved. And the girl on her face stopped but sat down on the girl's face and wiggled her buttocks a little.

"My silence can be bought…" – Eduarte started when one of the "worestlers" asked him if he wanted her in the arse.

Eduarte didn't need a second invitation, but he did finish his sentence, as his daddy taught him, and started to pull his trousers down on the way to the girl. Next moment he saw his cock pressing into the girl's perky arse. The only problem is that instead of the view on the girl, Eduarte was stuck with the view on the muscular back of another whorestler.
 
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