Dungeon Slut

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.

*****

"36... 37... 38..." the men gathered in the tavern shouted in unison.

Slut's arms were over her head, the chain fastened to each of her manacles had been looped over one of the exposed beams holding the roof up. She was naked except for her boots, manacles, and collar. A large sweaty man was thrusting into her, and the patrons were counting his strokes.

"39... 40..."

"That feels so good. Please fill my slutty little pussy with your hot cum. I need it so bad. I know I've been filled up by all of those other guys, but it's not enough for a desperate little slut like me. Please pump me full of your cum, sir," Slut was begging in a breathy stream-of-consciousness.

"43... 44..."

The large sweaty man froze as he came inside of Slut.

"Thank you so much, sir. You take such good care of me. That was just what I needed." Slut's shoulders were shaking with her own orgasm, and she was glowing and elated.

The man stepped back and his cum started to dribble out of Slut to join the white puddle on the tavern floor.

"Who's next?" Cotswold shouted. Cotswold was a slight man with dark eyes and long, graceful fingers. He was one of Slut's owners. "The deal is the same: any man who thinks he can last for a hundred thrusts in our little Slut can step up and pay two crowns to try. If you win you get ten times your money back. If you lose... you still get to fuck this hot little slut." Cotswold slapped Slut's ass for emphasis, and Slut shuddered and squirmed in her manacles as her owner's compliment drove her to orgasm.

Cotswold jingled his bowl, and another man walked up and dropped two silver coins into it. They clinked as they landed on the small pile already in the bowl. When he pulled out his cock, half of the tavern gasped, including Slut. It was as big as one of her forearms.

"Please stick your giant cock inside me, sir. My only purpose in life is to be filled up with cock, and you can fill me up just like I need."

The man stepped up to Slut with a crooked smile. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks as he rubbed the head of his cock on her slick pussy. He had expected some resistance, but Slut's well-fucked, cum-slick pussy felt like it sucked his whole cock in.

The patrons started counting, "1... 2... 3..."

"How the fuck can you be this tight? You've just fucked a dozen men, and I'm sure you weren't a virgin when you walked in."

"Fuck me, sir. Slam my wet little pussy with your troll-cock. I need to be fucked just like this. Please give it to me harder, sir." Slut lifted her legs off of the ground and wrapped them around the man.

"21... 22..." The patrons erupted in a cheer as the man came inside of Slut.

"Please come back and fuck me again with your majestic cock, sir," Slut begged as she released him from her legs.

"Not every round is a long one, but that's okay," Cotswold told the crowd.

"Tell you the truth, I didn't come to win," the man told Cotswold as he walked past. "Most of the whores around here are scared of this thing. I was just happy to put it in someone again."

"Good man," Cotswold said, patting him on the back. "Who's next? Plenty of time for a few more this evening."

A short man with a wrinkled face walked up through the crowd. His cock was in his hand, and he was masturbating as he walked. As he walked up to Slut he came, spraying cum mostly on the floor, but also onto one of Slut's legs. He took a second to catch his breath and then dropped two coins into the bowl.

"Wait a minute now," Cotswold stopped him. "I was clear on the rules: no second loads."

"That's not what you said," the wrinkled man said in a gravelly voice. "You said no second tries. I haven't fucked this slut yet, so this is still my first try." He turned to the crowd and said in a louder voice, "unless you don't intend to honor your word. Well, are you going to play fair with all of us, or are you going to cheat us?"

Cotswold grumbled, but stepped out of the man's way. The wrinkled man was short enough that he had to find a crate to stand on to reach Slut's dripping pussy. He thrust into her with deliberate slowness.

"35... 36... 37..."

"Hey, no breaks! That's part of the rules!" Cotswold shouted at the wrinkled man.

"I'm not taking a break! I'm just going at my own pace!"

Cotswold grumbled some more.

"78... 79... 80..."

"There's something I think you should know about our little Slut here," Cotswold confided to the man.

"Oh? What's that?"

"She has the tightest, sweetest pussy in the Five Kingdoms. She can take a cock like nobody else alive. They don't make sluts like her, and I mean that literally. She was trained by the Elves, but even they don't make sluts as perfect as her. She's the best one out there, and every thrust into her wonderful pussy is a gift from the gods."

Slut orgasmed every time her owner praised her. The rapid-fire string of compliments made her shake and spasm, and her pussy clenched desperately on the wrinkled man's cock. He pulled out in an effort to delay his own orgasm, but he was too late. As his cock slipped out of Slut it sprayed a depleted second load of cum onto her hips and thighs.

Slut writhed with pleasure, rubbing her thighs together. "Master, you take such good care of your little Slut. Can you please fuck me now? Your kind words fill me with joy, but now I need to be filled with your cock."

"Well, you heard the lady," Cotswold announced to the audience. "Looks like I'm going to go last, but I want to thank you all for playing."

Cotswold moved himself behind Slut. He rubbed his cock across her pussy, and dipped it in. Slut gasped and moaned with pleasure. The attention from the patrons felt as good as the cock inside of her. Then Cotswold pulled out his cum-slick cock and began to push it into Slut's asshole.

"Please fuck my ass. I need your big, hard cock in my tight little asshole," Slut begged.

Cotswold began to heap praise on her once he was fully inserted into her ass. "You're such a good little slut. Your perfect little pussy made us so much money tonight. I saved your tight little asshole for myself because it's the most magical hole in the world. There's nowhere I'd rather stick my cock. I love cumming deep in your ass, just like you deserve."

Slut thrashed and writhed and moaned. The men gathered around cheered her on as they watched her body shake back and forth and her tits bounce as she came over and over with Cotswold's dick deep in her asshole. It didn't take long for Cotswold to cum, and Slut trembled and shuddered with the intense orgasm that swept through her. She pulled on her chains and her legs shook. Her eyes rolled back and she fell limp, held up by her manacled wrists. She whimpered softly to herself, and shudders passed through her body like aftershocks from her intense pleasure.

"Alright Glendrick," Cotswold said to one of Slut's other owners, "why don't you get her down and clean her up. I need to go lie down."

*****

"Okay, this is it," Brock said as they came to a stop.

Slut looked up and saw Brock pointing to a sigil carved into the trunk of a tree. They were traveling through a densely wooded forest, and had arrived at their destination. Slut knew they had explained why they were here, but it was hard for her to remember. Now that they were stopped she put a hand between her legs and began to massage her clit.

Glendrick gently took her hand and pulled it away from her crotch. He leaned down to put himself in line with Slut's downcast eyes.

"You remember your job, right? You know what you're supposed to do?"

Slut bit her lip. Thinking was hard, but she knew this was important. "I'm supposed to fuck you?"

"That's right," Glendrick reassured her, "but not until you feel your chain go slack." He shook the chain connected to her collar for emphasis. "And it's really important you fuck me until I cum, even if I try to stop you."

Slut was confused. Why would he stop her? Didn't men like to cum? She nodded enthusiastically anyway.

Glendrick stripped off all of his clothes except for his boots, then reattached his sword belt. Slut dropped down to her knees and licked his cock. Glendrick pulled her back to her feet and gave the chain a shake.

"Not until the chain goes slack. Remember?"

Slut nodded again. It was a lot for her to remember, but she was going to try.

Glendrick led her further along the path, while the rest of Slut's owners stayed behind. They had only traveled a short way when Slut heard a song. She didn't understand the words, but the melody was sad and sweet. Glendrick led them off of the path and towards the song.

It was rough traveling through the dense forest, and bushes and low branches scratched at Slut's tender skin. Glendrick didn't seem to mind. If anything he was moving faster, with more determination.

They emerged into a clearing where Slut saw a large pod-like plant. It split down the middle into two sticky pedals that fell apart from one another. As they did they exposed a naked green woman between them. She was lovely and well-shaped, only slightly sticky and about three-quarters the size of a normal human woman. She was connected to the rest of the plant by a stem that rose from the open pod to some spot behind her.

Now that the green woman was exposed, her song was clear and resonated through the forest air. Glendrick dropped the chain he had been holding and started walking towards her with slow, plodding steps.

Slut was proud of herself for remembering what to do. She hurried in front of Glendrick and dropped to her knees. He pushed her aside and kept walking towards the green plant lady. Slut was confused - why wouldn't Glendrick want a blowjob? She knew it was important, so she had to try again.

Slut ran in front of Glendrick and pressed herself against him, her back to his front. She grabbed onto his hips behind her to keep the two of them together. His cock was rock hard, and she wiggled her ass against it. She moved her hips up and down to slide his cock between her butt cheeks, and his plodding march slowed somewhat.

Slut risked letting go of Glendrick's hips. She tilted her hips forward and pressed against his chest with her shoulders. With a bit of room between them, she reached back to point his cock down and tucked it between her legs.

Slut rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her wet pussy on Glendrick's cock. He had slowed to nearly a stop now. She reached between her legs to stroke his cock, and pressed the head of it into her warm, moist slit. She needed to lean forward so that he could enter her at the right angle. When she tested out a small lean, she felt him push on her back, and she was sure he would knock her over before she could get his cock inside of her.

Slut stood on her tip toes and rubbed the head of Glendrick's cock into her pussy as far as she could get it. She summoned as much saliva as she could and spit it into her palm. Then she grabbed Glendrick's cock with her slick palm and pressed it against her own asshole. She would have preferred more lubrication, but this was an emergency and she couldn't make his cock fit into her pussy.

When she pushed his cock into her ass, he stopped moving entirely and groaned. Slut pushed her ass back onto his cock, holding his hips behind herself for leverage.

"Don't worry, Master. Your Slut is here, and I didn't forget what you told me. I'm going to fuck you real good, and we're not going to stop until you fill my tight little ass with cum."

Slut fucked him rhythmically, and thought that his groans sounded more familiar and less like a drugged stupor. She squeaked and squealed with pleasure, although she had a hard time hearing herself over the increasingly loud and insistent song of the plant woman.

Slut heard noises as her other owners trudged through the brush, stumbling towards the plant. She knew it was important that she make Glendrick cum, so she started fucking him in shallower strokes, with just the head of his cock sliding in and out of her asshole.