.5

Hello! I've twice now made the mistake of promising a quicker pace of publishing these, but unfortunately I think I have to relent that these stories are going to come out as they do, with little rhyme or reason to it. Rest assured I have more in the works, both on this series and others, however I won't make promises as to when they will be published.

I've numbered this chapter 2.5 as while it does take place in the same universe as the rest of the Sam stories, our intrepid slut is not present in this tale. Instead, we shall take a look at some of Val's other debaucheries in the dark corners of Lyre. It's also a little less polished, as I wrote it on a bit of a whim, but c'est la vie.

Content warning: graphic depictions of incest, non-consensual/reluctance, blackmail.

Enjoy!

- Mx. Potato

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Vaullenta admired his handywork. From where he stood in the sub-basement of the campus library, Hilda Stone was only a pair of holes flanked by a firm buttock. Hilda was a blacksmith, a respected one at that, and also taught a handful of lessons at the University - on alloy metal and its wide range of applications, and practical smithing for those who've never held a hammer. Normally, she was bent over a hot forge, shaping metal to her will, supplying the merchants of Lyre with hundreds of brand-new horseshoes, weapons, and finery. Today, she was bent in half, her bare ass on one side of a wall, and the rest of her on the other. She moaned. Her ass was completely exposed, and she knew the elf was just eyeing it up and down, deciding what torture to inflict on her this week. She lay slumped on her chest, tight orange curls flooding a small table, shoeless feet on a couple of pegs. At least Val had fitted the hole with a bit of padding this time, she thought. At least I could almost fall asleep here. Almost.

For the last six months, Hilda had been stopping by the library every Sunday to donate some books. One of these books was a rare copy, and so she was asked to store it in the secure basement of the library building. Being a faculty member, she needed no escort, and made her way down. Past the first basement was a second, hidden behind some clever illusion magic. It was here she would strip naked and seat herself in this place, to be tormented by the elf.

She felt a long sharp finger invade her pussy. It was coated in cool lube and slid in and out with ease. She gasped but knew not to make too much noise. It felt like an age since Vaullenta had approached her in her store, holding a folder full of evidence. Hilda had been helping her daughter, Hanla, dodge the war draft, that she might continue her education at the university. Val had found out and arranged a little deal. The marshal would not even know the two of them existed, and she would show herself here, every Sunday.

"I've got someone here to play with you, Hilda. Don't worry, I won't tell her who you are. All you'll be is a pair of fuckholes in a wall."

Hilda sighed. It wasn't the first time Val had brought a friend. She felt the wall shift. Yet another feature of Val's dungeon. Spinning, she came to see the rest of the room: simple stonework with three steel-barred cells. One of them was occupied. A woman sat patiently on her knees, blindfolded. She was another dwarf, tight orange curls, large, freckled breasts and face. Hilda felt adrenaline rush through her.

"Hanla!?" She shouted, seeing Val smirk in the corner of her eye. "That's--"

"Yes, it is," Val replied, shifting to give Hilda a better view, "but she can't hear you. This room is silenced. As you will be, now."

"No, Val, you can't mean to--"

Vaullenta caught her mouth with a rubber gag, stopping Hilda's sentence in its tracks. Suddenly, she found herself flipping back to the other side of the wall. She had barely even registered what she'd seen before she heard the sound of a door opening. Hilda became blisteringly aware of the situation. Her daughter was now standing on the other side of that wall, able to see with ease the tight holes of the dwarf. She wouldn't even know. Hilda's mind raced as to what she was even doing here. Had Val got to her too? She then heard her daughter speak.

"Woahh, I never even knew this room existed!"

"Most don't," Val's tone had taken on that of a trickster friend, "and no one will find it."

"So... who is she?"

"A toy, dear. Nothing more than holes in a wall. Would you like to play with her?"

Hilda felt a soft hand cup her rear end. Her heart threatened to lodge itself in her gagged mouth. Drool pooled on the oak table, creeping into her hair. On the other side of the wall, Hanla continued to admire her.

"And she, she's okay with this? People she doesn't know, coming here and touching her?"

Val's voice grated like a rusty saw through Hilda's conscious. "Oh yes of course, my dear. She certainly knew what she was getting into when we made our agreement. She comes by every week, even strips and places herself, ready to serve as my slut. I've often brought friends around. But of course, as we discussed, I'm willing to give you a key to this room, that you may come by at any time you please."

The hand stroked Hilda's hip and warm fingers prodded the sensitive flesh of the upper thigh. She bit down hard, tried to speak through the gag, but all that could be heard were fluffy soft noises, which even should they be able to penetrate half a foot of stone, could just as easily be sounds of pleasure as of distress.

"What can I do with her?" Her mother did not like the tone that Hanla's voice had taken on, dripping of want and lust.

"What would you like to do with her?".

"I want to hit her."

There was a moment of silence. The sound of Hanla's hand striking her hit Hilda before she felt the stinging burn envelop her ass. She tried to scream. She could not. The first slap was followed by several more, some harder, some softer. She felt heat build in her pussy. She had been trained to enjoy torment, and she was going to get wet for her daughter. Tears welled in her eyes.

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On the other side of the wall, Val had unbuckled his coat and placed in on a hook in the door. He removed a rather large pouch from one pocket, handing it to Hanla. Her face reddened as she stared at all manner of devices, phallic things of various lengths, pins and clamps, devices, to cause pain, to cause pleasure, to elevate and to degrade.

She slapped the doll's ass again, almost out of instinct. Her ass was growing a raw red blotch where her open hand was making contact. Hanla thought her ass looked rather pretty like this, she could see the many outlines of her fingers decorating the cheek. She looked back at Val's bag of toys. Her eye fell on a purple gem, attached to the end of a small metal clamp. She held it in her left hand, admiring the pretty thing in the light, while her right hand squeezed the doll's cheek.

"That one's fun," Val struggled to hold back hot laughter, as he watched an unwitting Hanla begin to truly see the doll as a toy, "squeeze the gem." Hanla did so, and the toy began to vibrate strong in her hand.

"A vibrator?"

"Not just that. The clamp sits on the front of the vulva, delivering a fair amount of pain. The gem rests on the clitoris, stimulating it and accompanying the pain with pleasure. For some, it is quite impressive to see just how much pain they can withstand whilst on the brink of an orgasm. This one is no less fascinating."

Hanla pinched together the front folds of the doll's pussy. The teeth of the clamp dug in, holding it in place, and sure enough the clever design of the toy allowed the gem to rest snugly against her clit. She heard a faint noise from the far side of the wall. She slapped the doll, and the noise stopped. She saw sweat break out on her ass. A grin engulfed her face as she switched on the vibrator, and watched the doll twitch and squirm, her pussy shimmering in wetness.

Val retreated to the back of the room and looked fervently on as he watched Hanla play. The second-year student removed from the sack a plug the size of her fist and, after soaking it in the juices of her toy's pussy, plunged it into her ass. Hilda's second hole was now adorned with a black glass rose, sparkling in the torchlight. Hanla admired it, watching it sink in and rest in its new home, accompanying any sounds which emerged from the other side of the wall with a firm, commanding spank. She reached again into the sack, making to fill the doll's other hole with a dildo in the shape of a horse's cock. He admired her passion. If only she knew she was filling the hole of the woman who raised her, would she be so inclined to continue? She showed promise. While Hanla pumped the horse cock in and out of her mother's trembling pussy, he quietly slipped out of the room.

The exterior of the room appeared as any other low-activity room in the library, dust clinging to ancient books, many of them chained up to prevent theft. He crossed the room, rounding a corner and approaching another door. Books were piled up in front of it, a dissuasion against investigation. The elf meticulously picked away the mound of books, before slipping a key from his pocket and passing though the door into the room in which Hilda's front currently resided.

Hard pants accompanied the dwarf woman's trembling figure. Her head was a sweaty mess of curls on the table, her arms outstretched and gripping the edges, knuckles white. The pegs had been cast aside, and her toes hung limp under her legs. A cry began to build in Hilda, staunched by the gag in her mouth. It rose in volume as her chest flattened, before heaving again and letting out a delicious series of short huffs.

"Look at me, Hilda."

The dwarf stilled, releasing her death grip on the table to push away the curls flooding over her face. She looked up, burning eyes meeting Val's cool gaze. Her breasts sat plump on the table, resting in a puddle of sweat, drool, and tears.

"Do you understand now that I own you?"

Hilda's mind struggled to keep up against the rhythmic assault of the massive toy invading her vagina, not to mention the plug filling her ass and the vibrations turning her every movement into a twitchy mess. This torment of her body, all emanating from her own unwitting flesh and blood on the other side of that wall. She knew she would be seeing her daughter in a couple of days, a lunch date planned weeks in advance. She had no idea how to look Hanla in the eye. Her mind caught up. Val owned her. She might strain against the idea, but he had brought her daughter to his sex dungeon and was permitting her to fuck her own mother. And Hilda could do nothing but go along with it. She fought against the restraints, but they were solid. Another shudder wracked her as the dildo breached new depths inside of her. With a defeated whimper, Hilda nodded.

"Good," Val kept his voice low, "Now here's what will happen next. I'm going to take off your gag, so that the two of us can have a little chat. If you make any noises louder than a whisper, I am going to spin the wall around, and you will have to explain to your daughter exactly who her new toy is, whilst I fuck you and listen in. Do you understand?"

Hilda nodded again. Val unfastened the rubber gag, pulling it from Hilda's tensed jaw. The dwarf sucked and spluttered at the ocean of drool in and around her mouth. Her breath came in hot short bursts.

"Please... make her... stop... Val, please..." She could barely form the words.

Ignoring her pleas, Val continued. "I'm sure you heard our conversation earlier, but I'll say it again in case you weren't paying attention."

As he spoke, the drow pulled his cock from his pants. It was erect already, and he easily guided it into his submissive toy's mouth.

"Your daughter is free to come and go from here at any time she pleases. She seems to be enjoying herself, and so I think you can look forward to more visits from her in the future."

Val pushed his cock deeper into Hilda's mouth, filling her third hole to completion. He began to pump in and out, as his voice maintained an even cadence.

"She's fucking you right now with a horse's cock, you know. I expected her to start small, but she's just as much a little deviant as her mother is, isn't she?"

Val increased the speed of his thrusts as Hilda cried out around his cock.

"Careful, darling. If she hears you, it's all over."

Val grabbed a handful of Hilda's breasts, squeezing his property. He slowed his hips, forcing them deeper, letting each push find the back of her throat. Each time, Hilda lurched as her breath stopped dead at the intrusion of Val's penis. She gasped. On the third thrust, he stopped.

"You know what I want, slut."

She did know what he wanted. She had a choice. If she wanted to breath, she first had to swallow. She closed her eyes tight, and as the massive dildo assailed her stomach, she took Val's cock far down her throat. She jolted down his shaft, burying her face in his groin. She was bemused with just how easy this actually was for her to take. A couple of months ago this kind of penetration would have had her retching, and yet here she was, skewered and taking it like the slut Val says she is. Had his "training" actually been affecting her? Two small parts of her raged, as one stung with the reminder at her excitement to come here every week, and the other told it to be quiet. Val was still countless inches down her throat. Her vision stated to blur. His words stuck to her like sap dripping down her flesh.

"I wonder what it's going to be like when you see her next. Will you ever stop imagining your young daughter pounding your pussy with horse cock? I personally don't think you have it in you to help it. Maybe you'll even bend over right then and there, unable to help yourself, too horny to think straight, and Hanla will see you for the slut you are."

Val pushed deep and came heavily. Cum poured down Hilda's throat, but the elf pulled out quick in order to send the last two bursts of semen over her glistening face. The dwarf looked up at him, frozen in an agape expression. She moved to respond, and then suddenly another quick series of spasms rocked her.

"Oh my god, you filthy slut, you're going to cum, aren't you? Your own daughter is about to give you an orgasm."

Hilda plunged her face back into the table, chest heaving. Moans began to erupt from her core, and in a flash she was twitching again, before her body pulled itself tight. Her legs strained against the restraints. Her hands threatened to snap the table in two. She seized as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced rocked her psyche. Her breath leveled and the slight, fluffy pants of the sated dwarf flooded the room. Val left without another word.

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In the other room, Hanla was beaming ear to hear. She was slowly removing the toys from the doll, whose squirting orgasm had just showered her in sex. She heard Val close the door as the girl happily licked the ass and pussy of the doll, who only let slip the occasional shudder as her tongue bushed up against her pulsating labia. Val smiled. He knew she would be back for more.