Slut let herself be led through the dungeon.
Her auburn hair fell in soft curls over her shoulders, and it bounced while she walked. Her amber eyes were placid and failed to take in most of her surroundings.
Slut was naked except for a pair of brown leather boots that came up to her mid-calf, a loosely fitted iron collar, and a set of somewhat tighter-fitted iron manacles on her wrists. The rings on her manacles were empty, but her collar was attached to a length of chain. One of Slut's owners was leading her by this chain on her collar.
It was damp and cool in the dungeon, and Slut's skin was covered in goosebumps. She was slim, with a tight waist and toned thighs. Her hips were wide, and her thighs didn't quite touch when she stood up straight. Her ass was firm, tight, and round. Her breasts were modest but perky and shapely.
The chain slackened and Slut stopped walking. She was feeling horny - it had been too long since she last had sex. She started to rub her clit as she stood idle. She loved touching herself and enjoyed the sensation, but was starting to get frustrated that she couldn't cum.
Slut remembered that she couldn't cum by touching herself. She looked around for her owners, thinking one of them might take care of her.
Her owners were scattered about the large room. It was an odd room, filled with bookshelves and benches full of blown glass things. Slut saw her owners acting oddly, stumbling about and bumping into things. One of them had his arm over his eyes, and was groping about with his other arm in front of him.
Slut saw a strange looking man. The man was naked except for a loincloth and sandals. He had bizarre symbols branded into every visible part of his skin in intricate, interlocking patterns. His eyes and mouth were smeared with something black that could have been ashes from a fireplace.
The strange-looking man held his hands in front of himself, as if gripping something that was invisible to Slut. He was chanting something in a language Slut couldn't understand.
Slut knew what this was. This was a magic-man. He was doing illy-something magic. Slut knew illy-something magic didn't work on her, but she couldn't remember why not. She struggled for a few seconds to remember what she was supposed to do if she saw a magic-man. Her dull eyes brightened a bit as she remembered.
Slut dropped to her hands and knees and crawled on the floor towards the magic-man. Her chain scraped on the stone, and the magic-man looked her way. Now that a man was watching her crawl, Slut swayed her hips from side-to-side as much as she could with each movement. Slut was pretty sure men liked that.
The magic-man had an intense scowl as slut approached him, and he looked down at her with flared nostrils. He didn't stop his chanting or release his tight grip on the air in front of him.
Slut pulled up the magic-man's loincloth, and she was a little disappointed that he didn't have any symbols branded into the semi-erect cock she found underneath it. She had never sucked a magic cock before, and she was sad that she didn't have the chance now.
Slut wrapped herself around the magic-man's leg, rubbing her tits on his thigh. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and started to play with it with her tongue. She teased it and felt it grow and harden in her mouth, moaning with satisfaction.
Slut pushed her head down on the magic-man's cock, her eyes tearing up a bit at the delicious gagging sensation it caused. She worked up and down the shaft, gagging herself again on every third or fourth stroke.
She felt the magic-man's leg start to tremble, and she picked up her speed and shortened her strokes. It wasn't long before she felt the cock swell, then pulse and pump her mouth full of cum. She moaned with the satisfaction of making a man cum, and shuddered with her own orgasm. She had been through considerable training and conditioning, and making a man cum was one of the two ways she could cum herself.
Slut continued to suck the magic-man's cock. She gasped a bit while she rubbed her wet pussy on one sandaled foot, and a stream of cum dribbled out of her mouth around his shaft. Then she went back to teasing the head of his cock with her tongue.
The magic-man twitched and moved his hips desperately. Slut smiled around her mouthful of cock - he was sensitive after he came and she enjoyed the feeling of teasing him. It wasn't long before the magic-man broke off his chanting, grabbed Slut's head, and forced his cock into her throat to escape her teasing tongue. Slut moaned with delight and reached down to play with her clit as her eyes watered from the cock in her throat.
Someone took hold of Slut's chain and led her away from the magic-man. It was a tall muscular man with fiery red hair. He was Brock, one of her owners. Brock led Slut over to a wall, and she heard the thuds, crunches, and screams as her other owners beat the magic-man to death. Slut was a bit sad she was never going to get any more of his cum, but she was glad for the one load he pumped into her mouth.
"I sucked his cock like I was supposed to, Master. It was really good, only I still need to cum some more. Can you please take care of me, Master Brock? I've been a good little slut, but I need more dick." Slut looked up at Brock with pleading eyes.
Brock reached down and put two fingers into Slut's dripping wet pussy. "You've been a good girl." Slut's body shuddered, and her pussy tightened and clenched around Brock's fingers. This was the other way her conditioning allowed her to cum: praise from one of her owners.
"That illusionist might have killed us all if you hadn't broken his concentration. We're lucky you're such an eager little cocksucker. You're the best little slut, and your cock-hungry mouth and wet little pussy are just what we need."
The back-to-back trembling orgasms were more than Slut could take. She collapsed onto the floor. She pushed her knees under herself, lifting her ass up and pointing it at Brock. Her face and tits were pressed into the damp, cold stone of the floor. She moaned desperately at him, unable to speak.
"Do you need me to fuck your needy little pussy?" Brock pulled down his leather breeches as he asked, and he sunk his cock into her without waiting for a response. "This little pussy is amazing. I don't know how you can take so much cock and stay so tight. The Elves did an amazing job on you, didn't they, Slut?"
Slut slapped the ground and squirmed with her repeated orgasms from Brock's praise. Her pussy clenched his cock with each wave of pleasure, and Brock came quickly as well, triggering Slut to have another massive orgasm that rocked her whole body. Brock started to pump Slut full of cum, but she collapsed and most of his semen landed on her ass.
Slut lay contented on the cold, damp floor. When she felt Brock's hard cock on her ass cheek, she wiggled it for him, delighted with the attention. A second later he pushed his cock into her mouth and she tasted the delicious cum he had scraped from her ass. She moaned at the taste of it, and at the pleasure of having a cock in her mouth.
"Good girl."
Her body tensed with the sudden orgasm, and she pushed her head down, gurgling with the cock in her throat.
"Cut it out, Brock. We'll all have time to fuck the slut later. You need to come over and help with this!" Cotswold, another of Slut's owners, yelled from across the room.
Brock helped Slut to her feet. He slapped her ass twice with his cock and admired its gentle bounce. Then he pulled up his breeches and walked away.
Slut used a finger to scoop some of the cum that was leaking out of her. She put that finger in her mouth and closed her eyes to savor the taste. She started to rub her clit with her other hand. She enjoyed the feeling of masturbating, but became frustrated that she couldn't make herself cum. She looked around for one of her owners, thinking they might take care of her, but they were all busy and Slut was forced to wait.
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