In truth, Amanda hadn't totally believed the legends. Some long-dead biomancer, or some warlord with unusual powers, had created the golems, they said. Beautiful monstrosities of metal and flesh, war machines that would pillage their way across the countryside. They were unstoppable on the field of battle, virtually impervious to magic besides, and spoken of in hushed tones by maidens with too much imagination. That was the other thing. Golems were supposed to be terrible in their beauty, and in conquering the land they had also, legend has it, conquered many young women.
What foolishness!
But when she'd breached the final wards protecting the chamber, and found what lay inside...
The golem, for Amanda knew it could be no other, was in the form of a woman, more or less. That was the other thing about them, from the legends: their creator was a kinky sort, and you never saw a truly male golem. (More foolishness.) The golem was just like the stories had described. It was of massive strength, clearly enhanced by the circumstances of its creation, with armor plating haphazardly covering parts of its body. Mostly the arms and legs, in this case, which made sense. Amanda supposed it must have been for bludgeoning, or blocking physical attacks. But clearly the golem's innate properties had not required much further protection. Apart from the occasional plate of metal, the golem was completely unclothed, and noticeably well-endowed. "Well-endowed" was so clichéd, but the term fit. Yes, the golem had great tits, but also an impressive phallus between its legs, enhanced by the best kind of magics.
Genuinely must have been personal preference of the creator. Modern biomancers would no doubt be tremendously interested in examining one up-close, to learn the secrets of the ancients.
Now, Amanda had been very worried for a few minutes, knowing the stories like she did (even though
she'd
always been too sensible to partake of the whispered speculation that interested so many of her classmates, the stories told and retold about young women fucked senseless by such creatures of power). Fortunately, the golem was still in some sort of stasis, even after she'd entered the room. Laid flat out on a slab, glowing light surrounding it, eyes closed as if it was asleep. Some sort of suspended animation.
Golems were ancient, everybody knew that, from a different age entirely. This one must have been sleeping for...centuries? Maybe more.
Amanda had made sure to secure the golem's limbs, both with ropes and with magic. (She'd brought quite a bit of rope. All adventurers needed it. And charms to make rope impervious were a dime a dozen.) Then, after taking a moment to admire the sleeping golem, restrained spreadeagle on its platform, she'd gone hunting for some way to wake it up.
That hadn't been hard, it turned out. There had been a rectangular-shaped button, carved out of stone with all sorts of runes on it, and when she'd pressed it, there was a whirring sound, and the glowing light that gently bathed the golem slowly faded out.
Then the golem had opened its eyes.
"Hi there," Amanda said cheerily. "It's been awhile since you were up, I bet. You're going to tell me about your ancient mission to do something or another now that you're awake again? That's how the stories usually go."
The golem eyed her warily, or so Amanda supposed, but said nothing.
"Yeah, so I'm pretty sure golems are immensely valuable," Amanda continued. "There's a tale of a king, what'shisname, he had a golem for a bodyguard. That thing stopped a dozen assassination attempts without breaking a sweat. And you've got all the stories about golems that wake up and end up fighting in some new war? These are all very old legends, of course. I didn't even realize that your kind were real. But now that I've found you, I'm sure you'll make me very wealthy indeed."
Idly, she undid the buttons of her shirt and cast it away, exposing her pert breasts to the cool air of the chamber. Let the golem look. It couldn't do anything about it.
"One problem, though," Amanda said sweetly. "There isn't much war these days. Everyone knows the imperial army is mostly for putting down rebels and slavers. And of course they insist the empire's been around forever, but it's obvious there used to be other kingdoms and such that they conquered. But, y'know, those kingdoms aren't around anymore. So if it comes to selling a war machine to the highest bidder, nobody's gonna give a damn, right? I mean, the empire is interested in whatever bloody struggle they've got on the other side of the Dreadsea, but it's not like they don't have enough bodies to throw at it already. What I'm saying is, the empire's really the only buyer that has deep enough coffers to afford you, and they'd lowball me, sure as hell."
Amanda shimmied out of her trousers as well. She didn't think of her body as anything remarkable. Certainly not voluptuous, for all that would have been impractical in the dungeon-diving business. Not skinny, either. She worked hard for a living, and was proud of her profession.
"I mean, there might be a wealthy collector out there interested in novelties." Amanda shrugged at that. "Eh. Too haphazard a category. So what, exactly, am I going to do with you?"
She reached out to tease the golem's massive cock with her hand. It stirred to life almost immediately. She gently pumped up, down, watching as the tip grew slightly slick from precum. The golem didn't seem to react, but Amanda thought it might have been breathing a little more heavily.
"Of course," she said slyly, "there's always the oldest profession."
Amanda let go of the golem's cock, strolled up towards the head of the platform. The golem watched her approach and still said nothing.
"I'm talking about sex, dear," she said blandly. "I know that's probably not what you were expecting. But c'mon, you were made with these lovely assets." Fondling the golem's tits felt like the natural thing to do, so she did. Pliant yet firm, whomever had crafted this golem had spared no expense. The nipples, Amanda noted, were somewhat sensitive. When she brushed her fingers against them, the golem gasped.
"Imagine how much a top client would pay," Amanda purred, "to ride that fine cock of yours. Or, you know what, I've got a better idea." She squeezed the golem's tits hard. "Imagine some burly fellow paying top dollar to plunder that tight ass. Reaching around to fondle your tits while he fucks your brains out. Does that make you hard? I bet it does. I think you'd like being fucked up the ass. They'd make you cum without ever touching your dick, and you'd
love
it."
The golem spoke at last. "Release me, human," it said, in a sonorous voice that seemed to echo unnaturally in the room. "Release me at once, or the rest of your life shall be untold suffering."
"No, I don't think I will. Not when I
know
the Ensnared Rose would make me a very wealthy girl, bringing them a fucktoy of your quality." Nobody knew how the Ensnared Rose stayed in business. Influential patrons, probably, with a heaping of blackmail on the side. As far as high-class, shadowy brothels went, the Ensnared Rose ruled them all.
"I don't suppose you'd cooperate willingly, would you? There's money to be made here."
The golem glared at her. It was doing a lot of silent glaring.
Well
, Amanda thought,
we'll have to fix that attitude
.
"Suit yourself." Amanda's fingers trailed down from the golem's tits. Its shoulders, she noted, were armored for some reason, but its ribs, and the space under its arms, were not. And as her fingers idly traced their way along the golem's upper body, she noted a stiffening in its expression, a sudden panic.
Oh.
"Aw," Amanda cooed, "is our big, strong golem actually ticklish?" Without waiting for a response, Amanda vaulted up so that she was astraddle the golem, her ass brushing against its cock. "Here's what I'm going to do," she dictated. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about who's in charge around here. You're going to thank me for it. And then you are going to accompany me to the Ensnared Rose, where I will be paid handsomely for procuring you. Or maybe we'll even go to the Lord's Gate, deep in the mountains. I hear they've got all sorts of fun things they do to people." She leaned close. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"
