"So, you're actually the Prince of the realm. Vesper organised an attempted assassination on you, so she could get you alone and turn you into her personal cumdump and then take over rule of the kingdom." Gunnar said, concisely explaining what I had just spent the last 45 minutes talking about.
"Pretty much. So will you help me?" I grabbed his arm. Looking up at him, trying to look wide -eyed and desperate so he'd help. We had moved to the edge of the bed and were sitting side by side.
"Well, what do you need and what's in it for me?" Gunnar asked.
"500 gold on my safe return and promise as a job as my new head of security. Coming with a handsome paycheck and all the royal privileges." I began. "All you need to do is get me to the castle and keep me protected from Vesper."
Gunnar thought for a moment. He knew he held all the power here. Not only was he the only person I could turn too, but he could just take me away and never let me back to the castle. Turning me into his own sex slave.
"Ok whore, I'll do it." He smirked
"Oh, thank you Gunnar." I squealed holding him close. My arms not long enough to wrap around his large torso.
"But I have a few extra conditions." He spoke. A menacing smile creeping across his face.
"Ok... What are they?" I was hesitant to accept but knew I had to hear them.
"I bring two men, each also getting 500 gold and positions as my crew in your security detail. You do what I say when I say it, no questions. And the bounties on my head and my men's heads are forgotten."
I pretended to mull them over. Trying to make it seem like I had any power in this negotiation. "I accept on a condition of my own."
"And what's that?"
"You take my plug out now and never put it back in." I tried to sound demanding, like if he said no the whole deal would be off.
"Deal." He put out his big right hand ready to shake on it. I gripped his large paw as best I could. His tightened his grip and crushed my dainty hand. I tired not to grimace with pain. He pulled me in tight, causing me to yelp in surprise. His other hand wrapped around me and grabbed the plugs base. In one quick motion he yanked it out off me.
He held it between us. "I like have easy access to my bitch's pussy anyway." He stared at it. Cum slowly dripping down it. "Can I keep this?" He asked. "Might get some use out of it one day."
"Sure thing." Just so long as it was out of me, I was happy. I was clenching my hole tightly. A torrent of cum threatening to spill onto the floor now the dam was gone.
"Give me your coin purse, we leave in 30 minutes." He said handing the cum soaked plug back to me and wiping his hand on my chest. "And clean this thing up before I get back."
"What do you need my coin purse for." I asked.
"Remember our deal Prince, no questions."
"Oh.. sorry." I grabbed my coin purse and brought it over to him.
"I'll let you off this time, but next time you break our deal there will be a punishment." He threatened. "30 minutes and I don't like leaving late." He said as he left the room.
Once he left, I ran to the bathroom and expelled as much cum as I could until my tummy was once again flat. I washed the plug in the sink, resisting every urge to lick it clean. Then I got dressed, putting back on the only clothes I managed to steal away. My white panties, short shorts, and crop top. My kitten heels clicked on the ground as I paced nervously waiting for Gunnars return.
Without knocking Gunnar burst into the room. I jumped in surprise, thinking Vesper had already found me. He's carrying a large wooden trunk. Dropping it onto the ground at my feet.
"Alright slut. Get in." He says pointing at the trunk.
"What?"
"Was that you questioning me?" Gunnar asked threateningly advancing on me.
"No... Well... Yes. But come on Gunnar, I at least get to know the plan." I slowly back away from him. Fearing what he could be considering as my punishment.
He stops and thinks for a second. "Ok. I guess that's fair. My friends are going to take you in this trunk out of the city and head for the castle. I'm going to go a different route. Assuming Vesper will think you came to me for help. If she doesn't follow, I'll join you in a days' time."
"Wow." I think about the plan for a minute. Admiring Gunnar's cunning. "That's a great idea."
"Thanks whore. Now get the fuck in." He kicks the trunk emphasising his point.
I open the latch on the trunk and climb in. It's a bit of a tight squeeze and I have to curl into a ball to fit properly.
"Oh, and I got you something to drink as well, but cause you questioned me so much I'm not sure you deserve." He holds up a large stone jug and stares at it.
I look up at him confused at what he could've possibly gotten for me.
"No point in letting it go to waste." He turns the jug and starts to pour the contents on me. I see the thick white liquid flow over the brim before hitting me square in the face. The scent fills my nostrils.
He's pouring cum all over me. He lets the flow land across my face and hair before moving down my chest and over my hips. He pours and pours. Where the hell did he get so much cum?
"Phew this centaur stuff really reeks. Cost me a pretty penny too. Well, cost you guess."
Finally, the flow stops, and I wipe some of the cum out my eyes and look up at him. My skin wet and sticky. Having finally just cleaned myself and my clothes I can feel my lower lip tremble, on the verge of tears.
"Aww don't cry bitch. Now you have a snack for the trip, and I'll even give you a rag to clean yourself up." He tosses a piece of greying fabric into the trunk.
I bring it to my face to clean myself up a bit more. The smell strikes me like a train. Somehow, they stink even more than the cum. I unfurl it and realise it's a pair of old dirty underwear. I stare back up at him.
"I bought them off the biggest Orc in the gym. Tells me he there his only pair, hasn't washed them since he got them a couple of weeks ago." He smiles at me. "Well enjoy the trip." Gunnar slams the trunk shut and I hear the latch close. Locking me in here. Its pitch black, no light getting through even the cracks of the lid. All there is, is the sound of my breathing and the smell of centaur cum and old Orc underwear.
I hear the muffled voice another man in the room. After a brief conversation the trunk starts to shake, and I begin feeling us move.
I can feel the jostle of being carried downstairs. I am bounced around in the container. The cum covering my body began to pool around my head as I was on a tilt. One of the men must be slightly taller than the other.
And then they walked...
And walked...
And walked...
I didn't her much conversation from the men. They trudged slightly through the forest. The heat of the sun causing me to sweat in the box. The hot fumes from the centaurs cum were becoming too much. I covered my mouth and nose with the Orc's dirty old underwear. The heady musky scent of dried sweat was more tolerable than the cum.
I realised what I had to do. I began to scoop up the thick viscous cum. Still not dried to my skin or the box itself. I began licking all I could off my fingers. The salty taste immediately coating my tongue. I hated to admit it to myself, but it was delicious. I tried to blame the cage for my new affinity for cum, but still I lapped it up.
I licked my fingers clean and searched the box for more. After some time, my fingers scrapped what they could off the inside of the wooden box, and I sucked all the cum I could from beneath my nails.
After cleaning the box of every drop of cum I could find in the dark I felt full and satisfied. The rhythmic shaking of the box and the heat caused me to grow tired. I brought the underwear to my face and snuggled them before slowly drifting off to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept for but when I woke up, I realised I wasn't moving anymore. I waited to see if I could hear anything from outside. I pressed my ear against the box but couldn't hear anything. I pressed against the top of the box, and it slowly gave way. I wasn't latched in anymore.
I peeked out top and saw two men eating slowly in front of a burning fire. An Orc and a Lycan. They looked like the same men who were with Gunnar in the markets all those days ago. The Orc had close cropped black hair. His bulging muscles casting large shadows on the forest behind him.
The Lycan sat silently eating a large piece of meat. The juices pouring from his maw, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh. He was covered in a thick coat of jet-black fur. In the dark you'd only be able to see his glowing yellow eyes.