Knight Elayne - Demon Kingdom 1 - Slaves

Knight Elayne - Demon Kingdom 1 - Slaves

Elayne, Lori and Ezri ended up in the hands of slavers around two days ago, and were kept in their wagon ever since. They had scarcely been outside, their legs hurt, they had been fed poorly, and Ezri's wound was infected. Lori had tried to keep the wound clean and covered, but without her tools and herbs there was little she could do. Ezri now had a fever, and if they didn't heal her wound soon, she would be in real trouble.

The surroundings outside shifted as they traveled, but everything was still dry and nearly dead. On the evening of the third day, the caravan reached it's destination. Elayne tried to see outside through small cracks in the wooden planks of the wagon. She gasped when she saw the familiar landmark of the statue of King Regan, Orlan's father. It stood in the city near her family's estates. Of what she could see though, there was nothing left to call a city. Burned and demolished houses were all that was left of the place Elayne knew so well. Even the statue was partly crumbled, a fitting symbol of the destruction around them. It seemed that they were home, but how could everything have changed so much? Could the Rift be the cause?

Elayne tried to get her head around the situation, but she needed more information, and solid proof of where they were and what the hell had happened here. Her thoughts were cut short as the wagons stopped, and someone shouted commands in a demonic language. Two half-blooded lizard creatures in leather armor opened the wagon door and began pulling slaves from the cramped space.

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The sun set over the ruined city, casting eerie shadows on the once proud streets. The Slave Master who had been giving orders, had taken over the only building left intact in the city. Elayne recognized the Magistrate's Building, with it's distinctive stonework and thick walls. The building seemed so different, now that the new owner had molded it to fit his needs, and partitioned some of the interior space into cells for prisoners.

The Slave Master removed his protective hood, and Elayne saw his face for the first time. He seemed to be a mix between Demon and Ogre. His teeth were strong and spiky. He was almost bald, except for a long black ponytail tied tightly, looking more like a rope than silky hair. Each of his arms looked strong enough to crush someone's neck, like Elayne's.

His riders were also of mixed races, but had inherited even uglier traits, which seemed to be a common theme. Elayne, Ezri and Lori garnered plenty of attention from the riders and guards who worked for the Slave Master. But they knew better than to touch the Master's property. Pure blooded and beautiful human women, were probably a rare find for these slavers. The other slaves were only partly human, and maybe even born into slavery.

An old Shaman woman limped from her chambers, to check the new arrivals. The Shaman was particularly interested in the human females that the Master had brought. She limped to the blonde one, and roughly inspected her body, hair and teeth. Then she did the same to the dark-haired human and the younger woman. The Shaman was quite surprised to see young and pure blooded human and half-elf females, and unhappy that the youngest one was sick with a fever.

"Kill that one. She is skinny and sick and may not be worth saving."

The Shaman had messy hair, with small bone ornaments that swung from side to side while she moved about. She was old, and as much a half-breed as the others, with the addition of demonic tattoos of the dark arts all over her skin. The guards feared her, and maybe for good reason.

Lori heard the Shaman's words, and defended Ezri. 

"Please don't kill her. She is stronger than she looks, and just needs healing. I can heal her, if you provide me with proper herbs."

The young Sorceress begged the Shaman and the Slave Master to spare Ezri's life, and in doing so revealed some of her skills. To save Ezri's life, she would do even more, and might likely have to. 

The Shaman smiled and looked at the dark-haired female, as if knowing that she was a scholar. An educated slave might be more valuable than the rest of this shipment of slaves all together.

The female rider walked to her husband, the Slave Master, and removed her cloth face covering. She had strong lizard traits, with scaly skin, and a slender body.

"I was right, husband. These humans are of value. One seems to be a warrior, one a scholar, and the young one might be just a cute pet. Let her prove her worth. If not, then sell her to the Lords, who will pay good coin for pure blooded females like these."

The Slave Master glared silently at the three humans. He had little to lose. After a moment, he gave orders to send the half-breed slaves to the slave pits, and the blond female to the training pit, and the scholar and young one to the Shaman's chambers.

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The trio was split up, but at least they were in the same compound together. Hopefully it would be just a matter of time before they figured out where they were. Elayne didn't like that they were separated, but she could do little about that, as she was led to the training pits.

This area seemed to be a new addition to the Slave Master's camp, and the blonde Knight saw more cells containing half-breeds. It didn't take long for Elayne to figure out what kind of training pit this was. These slaves were trained to be fighters, and she was here to become a gladiator for blood games.

Elayne was pushed into one cell, and the guards told her to undress and wash herself for the night. Her training would start tomorrow. She had noticed the lust in the eyes of these creatures, and it would take little provocation to get them to attack her. The only thing that kept them away, was fear of the Slave Master. Elayne began to watch everyone, noting weaknesses that she could exploit when it came time to fight them.

She obeyed the guards and removed her clothes, and began cleaning herself. There was a pool of water, big enough for a full bath, but Elayne just wiped herself with a washrag.

One of the guards threw a set of clothing in front of her. He said that while she was in here, she should always wash herself after training ended. For bruises and cuts, there would be some ointments and bandages. It was one of her duties to keep herself clean and tend her own wounds. Down here, there was no mercy given to the infected.

Elayne remained quiet and obeyed the guard's orders. After washing herself, she put on the new garments. There was a loincloth and a wrap to cover her breasts, but they were mere rags. The other slaves had similar outfits. 

Elayne was led out of that cell and across the small hall, to another cell. While following the guards, she noticed that there were cells on two levels, and some corridors leading into underground chambers. One corridor led up, and another led to the training grounds. That was something Elayne would discover tomorrow, if she was lucky enough to survive the night here.

The blonde human was pushed inside an  empty cell. The guards would have liked to have a good time with her, but she was still off limits. They just needed to wait for the perfect opportunity.

After the cell door was shut and the guards walked off, Elayne could relax. Her whole body had been tense with fear, and she tried to convince herself that the three of them would survive this. She couldn't give up, as Lori and Ezri needed her help to escape.

The cell was only occupied by Elayne, and she laid down on a mat in the corner. It was slim, and not much for making the stone floor feel any softer. But, this cell was a better place to rest than the slave wagon with eight people in it. Elayne was more tired than she realized, and fell asleep right away.

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Elayne's rest was cut short, when someone opened the door. She got up as fast as she could and tried to find her balance, but her legs were still asleep. Elayne pulled herself together, and saw the female rider, the Slave Master's wife, standing in the cell and looking at her.

The half-lizard woman smiled and stepped closer, while keeping her reptile eyes on the blonde human. She was wearing a loose dress with a plunging neckline down the front, to her stomach. The dress was also slit on both sides, from the waist down, revealing her thighs. Her skin was covered with smooth scales, and she seemed to be as half-blooded as others in here.

"So much better, cleaned and properly clothed. I am Mistress Zri. You will talk only when given permission. Obey our commands, and you will be taken care of. if you do not obey, I can invent ways to torment you."

Zri spoke with a soft voice while walking around the blonde slave, touching the human's pale skin with her fingertips. She had not seen human females like this, in ages. And now Zri had two pure blooded human females and a half-elf in her thrall. The Lords of the Realm would pay large sums to have even one of them, and that might be Zri's plan for the future.

"Now dear, there is a small party tonight. You can choose who will attend. Yourself, or your dark-haired friend, or that little pet of yours. Think fast, my dear."

Zri was still walking around Elayne, with her words slithering from her lips like the sweetest poison. There was nothing to think about. Ezri was sick and needed rest, and Lori needed to heal Ezri. The choice was simple, and Elayne answered right away.

"Mistress Zri, I will attend."

The blond woman gave the answer that Zri was expecting. She had been curious to see if this new slave would sacrifice one of her friends. Zri nodded with a smile, and walked to the open cell door. At the door, she said something and walked away.

For a moment Elayne didn't know for sure what she should do, but her fate was revealed after Zri's footsteps were fading. The four riders appeared, and entered the cell with her. They were grinning.

"Now, you'll pay for what you did to us."

The rider who had been knocked down by Elayne, unfastened his belt. He was more Orc than Lizard, and seemed annoyed that a human female had knocked him from the saddle. The other three riders stood behind him. They looked as ugly as half-breed Demons and Lizards could look.

Elayne knew that to survive this encounter, she would have to bend, or she would be killed, and then all would be lost. She took the initiative, and removed her rags that the guards called clothes. She let the males see her naked body, while walking towards the half-orc rider holding his belt open.

He was surprised to see this human female undress herself without being ordered. Then, without a word, she knelt in front of him, and opened his worn leather trousers with her pale hands.

Elayne thought that maybe these riders had bathed, as they didn't smell as bad she imagined. She pulled out the half-orc's semi-hard cock and saw that the beast's member had a pointed tip with a shaft covered in bumps and dark veins. She held the rod up and kissed the tip gently. Her hands started to move on his warty shaft and she allowed the pointy tip to slide between her lips.

The half-orc groaned with pleasure, and enjoyed the feeling of this human female's hands on his member, and her hot mouth around the tip.

Elayne felt his cock become thicker and harder as his lust grew. She licked and sucked and stroked his cock as best she could and hoped that he would quickly reach his orgasm in her mouth. But as she feared, that wasn't his plan. The half-orc pulled his member out of her mouth and lifted her up by the arms, before forcefully pushing her toward the mat. 

"On your hands and knees. Let's see how tight you are."

Elayne did not struggle, and obeyed silently. There was no point fighting, as that would make things worse for all three women. Elayne got down on her hands and knees on the mattress, and felt the rider's hands on her naked butt, as she spread her knees wide.

The half-orc rider enjoyed feeling the soft skin of the human female, but his orc-blooded side just wanted to mate. He took his place behind the blonde slave and kneeled between her feet. He pressed one hand on her waist so she couldn't escape, and used his other hand to guide his hard cock into the slave's pussy.  

Elayne felt the rider's cock begin to push into her, and tried to relax her body for easier entry. She bit her lower lip and pushed her hips back against him. She felt a tingle in her belly and wondered if she was secretly enjoying this?

The half-orc grunted from the pleasure, as his tool slowly pushed deep inside her. The human female was tight, and after a few slow thrusts, her pussy felt even softer, and hotter than he had imagined.

The other riders had taken their clothes off and were standing around the mating pair, patiently waiting their turn. 

Elayne saw the naked riders standing close, stroking themselves to hardness. Their members were all similar in size and shape, with pointy tips and thickly veined shafts. The only difference between them was variations in color and the way their rods curved. She thought she might speed things up so this session could end sooner, and asked for one of the riders to stand in front of her, so she could please him with her mouth. Without delay, one of the riders moved in front of her, and presented his cock. Elayne opened her mouth and took the end of his member between her lips.

The blonde slave was panting softly while the half-orc rider took his time with her, and enjoyed feeling her pussy around his hard member. Her body felt so hot, soft, and smooth under his hands. She was smaller than him, and it was a wonder to him how his hard member fit completely inside her. But it sounded like she was enjoying it, as she moaned and groaned while his every thrust went as deep as he could. 

Elayne sucked on the hard cock in her mouth and rocked back and forth with the thrusts of the half-orc behind her. She had hoped that the two riders would climax quickly and finish, but both of them were taking their time.

At a certain point, a line was crossed. As much as Elayne fought herself to keep control, every thrust and her own lust for sex, propelled her towards orgasm. She was being taken in that dirty cell by these beasts, with nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn't deny that the situation was turning her on. This was a primal experience of a female submitting to a male, to be mated and filled with his seed. 

Elayne felt her pleasure intensify. She was taking one cock in her pussy, and sucking another. Her body shivered with guilty pleasure, and the trembles were getting stronger moment by moment. She felt like a whore for the four males in the cell, and she wanted all four of them to use her. The half-orc rider continued grunting behind her, with deep thrusts that filled her pussy and pressed his balls against her clit. His member was the perfect length and width, and rubbed her interior just right, making her thighs quiver.

Using one hand to hold herself up, Elayne reached out with her other hand to grasp the shaft of a third rider and pull him to stand next to the rider in front of her. She pulled her mouth from one cock and began licking and sucking the other cock she held. After an appreciative groan from the third rider, Elayne pulled her mouth from his cock and went back to sucking the previous cock.

The blonde female moaned like a whore, while the half-blooded Lizard riders enjoyed her body. She was moaning as she sucked the two riders, and then her body began to shake.

Elayne pulled her mouth from the cock and panted heavily as her body shuddered. She felt the half-orc's thrusts become faster, and his member pressed deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned and watched the two hard cocks bobbing in front of her, dripping with her saliva. She put both hands on the mat to steady herself as her body shook with a strong orgasm. Waves of pleasure radiated from her hips. Elayne couldn't help herself, as her lust betrayed her reasoning, and made her beg for more. She begged these beasts to use her, and begged them to fill her pussy and mouth with their cocks. 

Feeling the female writhe in his hands, and beg for his cock, was enough for the half-orc. With loud grunts, he held his cock deep inside, and began to flood her pussy with his hot seed. Several times his cock pulsed, as he pumped his seed into her, and grunted with pleasure. It felt like this female's pussy was sucking his spine through his cock. He finally pulled out, and stumbled backwards to sit down and watch the others.

One of the riders in front of the blonde slave laid down on the mat, and pushed his legs between her spread knees. The rider next to him, helped pull the panting female forward, so that she straddled the rider that was laying down. The rider underneath, adjusted the female's hips and positioned his member at her wet entrance.

Elayne was still shaking from the strong orgasm as the half-orc pulled out, and the rider in front of her laid down. She was being moved over the rider on the mat, and put her hands to either side of him as he pulled her hips forward. Then she felt his cock slide into her, and moaned with pleasure. She dropped her hips so that his cock could fill her wet pussy.

The other rider in front of her was more demonic looking, and moved behind the blonde female as an opportunity was presented. The demonic rider grabbed the human's ass with one hand and aimed his cock, as he sought entry into her darker hole.

Elayne felt a hand on her lower back, and then something pressed against her darker hole. There was a slight pain at first, as another cock pushed into her dark hole. Then she felt more hands on her, and a beast breathing on the back of her neck. Elayne was pressed between the two creatures as they filled her pussy and ass with their cocks. Both riders grunted loudly, and began to alternate their thrusts, causing her to have several small orgasms in a row.

The creatures hands and fingers wandering everywhere on the human's pale, sweaty skin. Rough lips pressed kisses on her firm tits, and the other beast licked her neck.

Elayne dropped to her elbows, pressing her hard nipples against the rough skin of the creature below her. They moved her back and forth between them and she could do nothing to stop them. These strong males used her and all she could do was moan. Her body was trembling again as another orgasm made her even weaker. 

The males grunted as if in heat, and thrust their cocks deep into her holes. They were overcome with lust for her soft skin, that felt like silk in their hands. Her sweat smelled sweet, and tasted like wine. The human's moans were like beautiful music to their ears. All this drove the beasts to lose control. Nature demanded they give up their seed to this female, impregnate her and make her carry another half-blooded bastard into this ruined world.

Elayne moaned loudly when she felt the cock in her darker hole, fill her with hot seed. Then the other cock was pulsing, and her pussy was flooded with more hot half-breed sperm. The rider behind, grunted and leaned on her. She was pressed between both creatures and unable to move, with both of her holes filled. She gasped against the scaly shoulder of the creature beneath her, as her hips shook with another orgasm.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, the threesome was untangled and the human female was released from between the two riders. The fourth rider had patiently waited his turn. He had a plan for how he would take her, and pulled the naked human to stand up.

Tired and sweaty, Elayne was pushed back against the wall, and the last rider hooked his arms behind her knees and pulled her legs up one by one. She grabbed onto his shoulders as he held her against the wall like this. Then she felt his hard member slide into her well-used pussy. Elayne felt her body pushed up on the wall as he thrust deep into her. Then her body sagged as he pulled out a bit, and she clutched his shoulders tightly, fearing she would fall. Up and down, every thrust made wet sounds as his cock filled her pussy and the seed from the other two riders dribbled out.

Elayne moaned again and again while she was pinned against the wall, with her legs secured over his arms. In this position, she couldn't move, and he could take her at any pace he liked. Like the others, his cock was the perfect size, and rubbed her sensitive inner spots as he impaled her. While her body was already mauled, tired and well-used, this last rider maintained a slow pace, keeping her on the edge of pleasure and not allowing her to reach her climax as quickly as the others had. She gasped and moaned, and through half-lidded eyes, examined his lizard-like face.

The lizard rider had watched the others use this pure human female. But now that she was in his arms, her smooth flesh was softer than he imagined. Thrust after thrust into her hot pussy, made her moan from pleasure, and he wanted to reach his own climax at the same time she would. Her firm tits were bouncing up and down, and the rider licked them in turns.

The half-lizard's rough lips on her tender nipples made Elayne moan even more. Her skin felt hot, sweaty and sensitive, and she was lost in waves of guilty lust. Then the rider took a few final deep thrusts that pushed her over the edge, letting her sink into a stormy sea of pleasure. While Elayne's body trembled once again with an orgasm, the creature filled her well-used pussy with his hot seed.

The half-lizard kept the female pressed against the wall for a while longer, as his cock finished pulsing. Then he released her legs and allowed her to slump down to the floor.

It was time for them to go. They had permission from Mistress Zri to use her once. But after this, they would be yearning to enjoy her again. 

The four riders left the cell, and two short guards entered. They ordered the female to pick up her things and come with them to get washed again.

Elayne was tired and could barely stand, with her knees shaking and her body partly numb. But she really wanted a bath, just to get that slimy sweat off of her body and then she could sleep. She didn't even care to put those ragged clothes on, and left them in the cell.

The two short guards helped carry her, and she limped slowly from her cell, to return to the bathing pool.

Inside the pool chamber, the two guards couldn't stop themselves, and lowered the human female onto her hands and knees on the stone floor. She didn't even fight back. These two guards had been listening to the earlier session from outside of her cell, and were already aroused. 

Elayne was on her hands and knees in the pool chamber. She felt one guard holding her shoulders, preventing her from moving, as the other guard knelt behind her. Two more wouldn't make any difference, so she just let them use her. She felt hands on her butt and then a cock pushed into her used pussy. She barely even felt his member, as he wasn't gifted in size, and she was partly numb. It didn't take much time for the first guard to climax and pump his ghoulish seed into her. The other half-breed guard quickly took his place, and there were only a few thrusts before he was done.

The guards didn't even care that this new slave wouldn't moan like she did earlier. They would never be granted time with a prized slave like this, and stole their pleasure while they had the chance. 

After the two guards were satisfied, Elayne was allowed to wash herself in the pool. She reminded herself that she must endure this all for Ezri and Lori. They had to get back into their own world. She just needed to find the way.

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Lori and Ezri were pushed into the old Shaman's chambers. Lori felt nauseated by the nasty smell that hit her when they entered. It smelled like rotting flesh and sweet incense.

The Shaman muttered an order for the dark-haired human slave to put the half-elf slave on the corner bed in the treatment chamber.

The Sorceress did as commanded, and when she helped Ezri into the treatment chamber, she noticed where that rotting stench was coming from. There were several occupied beds, and at least two slaves had died here. The Shaman hadn't been interested in removing them, and their blackened flesh crawled with worms and bugs.

Lori couldn't stop herself from throwing up. It helped that there wasn't very much to vomit, but that sight and smell was awful. The Shaman might have been treating these slaves, but was also experimenting on them.

As she put Ezri in the corner bed, Lori noticed another slave shuffling about in there. The slave was bent over with a hunchback, and other weak traits like bad legs, made him useless in fighter training. 

The old Shaman came to check the wound on the half-elf's neck, and muttered something to herself. She wasn't happy about it, but if this scholar slave thought that she could cure her wounded friend, she could try. 

"Morgh. Meet our new slave. She could be a healer, and is taking care of the younger one. Do not touch the sickly one. She belongs to the Mistress, you hear me?"

The old Shaman yelled at the hunchback, who seemed to be very interested in these females with smooth skin. 

"Yes, Mother. I won't touch the young one."

He replied to the Shaman, and hobbled around to continue his duties.

Lori was no longer surprised by all this. That old Shaman obviously protected her son by keeping him here, as elsewhere he would have been killed a long time ago. 

"Do it then slave. Heal your friend, like you claimed you could. Find what supplies you need from my laboratory."

The Shaman gestured about as she spoke to Lori, like this would be a test for the Sorceress.

Lori nodded quietly and went to check heaped piles of herbs, items, and tools. The herbs were poorly stored, and the tools were mostly dirty, and it was hard to find anything as all the tables were filled with bloodied bandages and empty bowls and cups. The old Shaman evidently wasn't one to believe in order and cleaning. There was little that the Sorceress could actually use, and the tools she found, had to be cleaned first. 

Lori continued to clean Ezri's wound. Luckily, the half-elf was out cold from high fever, so she wouldn't feel a thing. The Sorceress couldn't find the best herbs that could be most effective, so she had to use weaker ingredients and hope that it was enough.

The Shaman quickly lost interest in the slave's activities, and went back to her own experiments.

Lori could feel the hunchback's eyes on her, but she could do little about that. Most of the males in here were looking at her, with curiosity or lust. Lori washed Ezri's wound and neck with water, before putting a salve on it. The pulpy ointment smelled awful, but she expected it would stop the infection from spreading. 

The Shaman returned, and dropped two sets of clothes on the bed where the half-elf slave lay. 

"Wash her and put these on her. Same for you too. Wear these or wear nothing."

The Shaman muttered and walked back to her own work, while Lori inspected the new clothes. The garments were worn cloth, barely better than the rags around those dead bodies. These wouldn't cover up much, but they were now slaves, and their bodies were the property of someone else to command.

Lori washed Ezri with an old washrag, and put the ragged clothes on her. After that was done, it was her turn to put on her new clothes. While she undressed and put on the new clothes, Lori could feel the eyes of the hunchback on her, even if she could not see him. Meanwhile, the whole place was so dirty and smelly, that Lori believed the stench of it must have seeped into the stone walls and wouldn't go away unless the structure was destroyed. 

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Later, another slave came to take their old clothes away. When Lori tried to stop her, the Shaman commanded the dark-haired human to silence. The old clothes would be burned, and the new slave would learn her place fast, or she might find more troubles. 

The Shaman didn't let the new slave sit idle and wait for her friend to heal. The dark-haired slave was put to work cleaning the chamber.

The first place that Lori had to clean, would be the first time she had ever cleaned a room. It was the dirtiest place that she could imagine. The young Sorceress had to swallow her pride, and do what she was told.

The cleaning task took a long time, and lots of willpower, forcing herself not to throw up. When Lori had finished cleaning the room, she was led to a smaller room where she could wash herself again.

The young Sorceress sat on the stone floor in that small room, and cried from fear and humiliation. This wasn't what she had thought her life would be. She feared that they would never find their way back home. Ezri was in bad shape, and there was little she could use to heal her. Lori was a noble-born young lady, and now she was just a common slave. It really shocked her to be completely at the mercy of others. She couldn't predict what the Slave Master would do to them in the end, and the Mistress could also make their lives a living hell. There had to be a way back home, but Lori didn't know how much they would have to endure before they might find it.

The Sorceress got her things together and changed her dirty clothes for cleaner clothes. Then it was time to return to her new duties. Lori was made to wash the stone floor with a worn out brush.

The Shaman gave strict orders to her new slave, and kept the human female busy the whole time. If the slave wanted eat, she had to work for it. 

Lori didn't know how long she washed the floors, but she felt that it didn't matter. There was a thick layer of dirt everywhere, and it would take days to clean it completely. Finally, Lori was allowed to stop, and the Shaman showed her a small side room where she would sleep at night. It was a small storeroom with just a cloth curtain as a door.

Lori was tired and hungry, but first she checked on Ezri. The Sorceress poured small amounts of water into the half-elf's mouth and waited for her to swallow it, before giving her more. Ezri's fever had gone down a bit, and the wound looked better than before, so there was some hope.

Lori's food rations were scant, but better than nothing at all. After eating, Lori was allowed to return to her room, and the tired Sorceress crawled onto an old mattress, while examining her hurting fingers.

The old Shaman went back to her work. Lori couldn't understand what she was doing with those dead corpses, as they were rotting day by day. 

Later than evening, Lori heard some footsteps from the corridor. As much she wanted to just stay there and try to sleep, she also wanted to know who was walking out there. The Sorceress got up and silently moved toward the cloth curtain in her doorway. She peeked into the corridor and saw someone disappearing up the stairs. She had noticed those stairs earlier, but had no chance to investigate where they went. Just a small peek wouldn't hurt, would it?

The young Sorceress snuck into the corridor. She knew that guards were posted outside, so she couldn't leave the Shaman's chambers without being seen.

Lori looked at the stairs that led up. There was no light. Her curiosity led her to carefully take one step after another, until she was at the top of the stairs and looking down a dark corridor. There were a few wooden doors on either side, but only the door at the end of the corridor was open and had light emanating from within.

Lori moved on bare feet, as quietly as she could, following the corridor away from the main building and past what she assumed must be storerooms. Moments later, she was next to the open door. She looked in carefully and noticed no one inside. There was an oil lamp, old clothes, a mattress, and a few worn out books. 

Someone lived in this room. 

Before Lori could think about going back, she heard footsteps behind her, and someone pushed her into the room. They must have been hiding in one of those darkened side rooms, and now she was caught. Lori fell onto the old mattress, and from there she saw who had pushed her. The shaman's hunchback son was smirking down at her. 

"You no go here. Tell mother. Mother punish you. Whipped hard, I know. Seen go here. You in trouble now."

Morgh spoke slowly, and while he talked, Lori got a better look at him in the light of the oil lamp. He was as half-breed as the others, and not the luckiest one. His body was seriously malformed and his back was bent at a bad angle. Not a pretty sight at all. He might have been the ugliest of all the half-breeds. 

"I didn't know. I'm sorry. If I promise that I won't come here again, would you not tell anyone?"

Lori didn't want to get punished so soon, and no one had told her that she had to stay in her own room. The young Sorceress also noticed how the hunchback was like the other males in here, gazing at her with lust. So she might have a means to bargain. Lori whispered softly.

"If you don't tell anyone, I will let you see me."

It took a few moments for the hunchback to understand what the human slave meant. But when he saw her pull her ragged top off, he nodded eagerly.

Lori revealed her pale breasts. Then she stood up, so he could see her more easily. The hunchback took a few steps forward, and his eyes were focused on her naked torso. Lori watched his hands reach out, and his fingers touched her breasts before she could argue that she wanted him to look and not touch.

The hunchback was now drooling, and licking his lips, as his fingers squeezed the human's soft breasts. She looked like she was going to complain, but she only let out a small gasp and did not run away or raise her fists to strike him.

Lori hid her disgust, and considered pushing the hunchback away, but he was so eager to touch her, and she was using his desire to her advantage. She looked down to watch him grope her breasts. His hands were not even matching. One was hairy and thick, the other smaller and malformed. His fingers traced around her nipples, and Lori wondered if she was the first woman he had ever touched. She suddenly felt sorry for the hunchback, and let him have this moment.

There was no sexual arousal for Lori in this situation, but a lot of arousal for Morgh. He was interested to see what the human female was still hiding from him. The hunchback took a step forward and used his strong arm to press the half-naked slave against the wall. Using his deformed hand, he pulled her loincloth away, so he could see her fully naked. That was something he had wanted to see from the first moment he saw her.

Lori gasped as she was pushed back against the wall. It was not an attack, and the half-breed's intention was clear as soon as he removed her loincloth and stared at her nakedness. He wanted to see all of me, she told herself, and she did not try to retrieve her loincloth. He was just curious, she told herself, hoping the whole time that this display of her body would be enough to keep him silent for her trespass.

The hunchback was more than aroused by the female's smooth, pale skin. He moved his hands over her naked hips and thighs. He thought he might be satisfied to just look and touch her, but they were alone in his room, and she was not stopping him. This might be his only chance to fully experience her body.

Lori felt that she should push him away now, as he had moved too close. The thick stench of sweat surrounded him, and the young Sorceress could barely breathe. She was pinned against the wall, and the hunchback drooled and panted heavily. There was no place his hands would not go, and she noticed her mistake when she felt his hand between her thighs and his fingers against her pussy. He now had complete control and it seemed play time was over. His hunger for more had already consumed him. 

He continued holding Lori against the wall with his strong arm, and removed his own loincloth, revealing his tool. Lori looked down to see that the hunchback was not malformed between his legs. His cock was normal, healthy and smooth, and growing stiffer as it pointed at her. She knew that he would not be satisfied until she satisfied him.

Then the hunchback suddenly took a step backwards, and Lori was pulled from the wall. He might be malformed and ugly, but there was no fighting back against his surprising speed and strength. She was pushed onto her hands and knees on the dirty mattress. The hunchback grabbed her hips and knelt between her feet, forcing them to spread a bit more.

Lori trembled in fear as he easily held her in place while he readied himself. She bit her lower lip nervously, fear welling up inside of her. If this hunchback was angered, he might kill her. She thought she should have stopped him when he touched her. But he was not hurting her, and if he was a virgin, this would be quick. She told herself that he deserved to experience a woman once in his deformed life. She quickly spat in one hand and rubbed the saliva on her pussy. A part of her wondered if she wanted this too?

The hunchback grunted with his raspy voice, and started to push his cock into the new slave's pussy.

Lori felt the smooth knob trying to push into her. She lowered her upper body to her elbows on the smelly mattress and hoped that changing position would help to relax her body, so his cock might go in easier. The cock pressed harder, and the hunchback kept up the pressure until his tool pushed into her.

Lori gasped as the half-breed's pole stretched her. When he pushed deeper, she clawed the mattress and gritted her teeth as her pussy was filled. She tried to keep quiet, but couldn't suppress all of the silent moans. 

The hunchback panted and waited for a moment, before thrusting again. This time he pushed his cock deeper into her, and at the same time he pulled her hips towards him.

Lori felt the thick pole slip inside. Her pussy was full, with a combination of pain and pleasure that kept Lori trembling. The young Sorceress pressed her breasts against the mattress and tried to relax her hips. She could do nothing more than endure the impalement.

The hunchback grunted from pleasure, as he felt this new slave to be so incredibly tight. She was not fighting him, and her submission encouraged him. He felt no need to stop any time soon. Slowly he pulled his thick pole out a bit and pushed in deeper, stretching her to take his size.

Lori's face felt hot, and she tried to breathe normally as the hunchback slid in and out slowly. After a few more thrusts, her pussy adjusted for his size. She felt herself becoming aroused, and felt proud to give a virgin his first experience with a woman. How could she not enjoy something like this? Lori considered that this might not be the last time he took her. 

The hunchback was enjoying the slave's tight pussy, and kept his cock inside her the whole time. He feared that if he pulled it out, he might not fit it in her again, and he enjoyed hearing her moans. In truth, he was no virgin, and this wasn't the first slave he had fucked, but she was the first who had willingly let him do it.

This new slave was totally different than the half-breed slave women that he had taken over the years. This human female was like a dream, with skin so pale, smooth and soft. There were no markings, scars or other half-breed traits. Due to his malformed body, this position was the only one he could use for sex, but he didn't care about other positions. He just enjoyed fucking as many slave women as many times as he could.

Lori gripped the dirty mattress and moaned  when the hunchback started to thrust faster. The Sorceress felt the pain fade, and replaced by pleasure. She could feel every vein on his hard shaft. She felt his knob press against her with every deep thrust. As the hunchback kept moving inside her, she felt her arousal growing.

The Sorceress sucked air into her lungs while this hunchback pushed his thick spear into her again and again, filling her stretched pussy, and making her moan. Lori was held in that same position the whole time, not allowed to move. Her task was to accept his tool deep inside her, and as a virgin, she thought he must be finishing soon?

The hunchback seemingly had crazy endurance, as he kept fucking the slave and panting heavily. He wheezed, as if he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. He was drooling constantly now, and the dribbling saliva made his own chest slimy.

Lori's body was sweating, and her knees were partly numb, as she had been in same position the whole time. She couldn't understand why the deformed half-breed virgin had not finished yet. All she could do in that humiliating position was hold onto the mattress, like she was waiting for a storm to pass.

She didn't want to die like this, fucked to death by this hideous hunchback half-breed. She was a noble-born woman, a student of the Mage's Guild, and here she was offering herself on a stinky mattress and being taken by a stinky deformed monster. This would be their secret. A beauty and a beast. The unbelievable mismatch seemed taboo, which made it more thrilling.

Lori gasped as she felt an orgasm wash over her, but it was just a temporary moment of pleasure. When it was gone, her knees felt so numb, and her pussy was sore. She couldn't believe the virginal hunchback was still going. Thankfully, she heard the hunchback croak like a frog and his thrusting stopped as he reached his own climax.

When Morgh felt the slave's hips shake, and her pussy squeezing his member, he knew he had claimed another trophy. Now he could mark this mate, like a beast. After a few final thrusts, he held his cock as deep as he could, and poured his hot seed inside the slave. The half-breed panted heavily and made a strange croaking noise. He enjoyed feeling that strange tingling sensation, as if his spine were melting into hot liquid and shooting through his balls into this slave pussy.

After filling her with his sperm, the hunchback released the human female from his hold, and she slumped down on his mattress, with her legs still spread. He watched his seed leak out of her and onto the mattress, but he didn't care. He could barely breathe, and sat down and leaned against the wall.

Lori felt that her opportunity to leave had arrived, and she tried to get up from the mattress, but her legs just wouldn't obey her command. Her body was tired, and her legs partly numb. She was sweaty and hot, and felt her pussy still pulsating from that ordeal. 

Morgh was able to get up, and he rolled the slave over onto her back. He smiled, admiring her smooth-skinned naked body laying on his bed. Her legs were still open, and her reddened pussy was freshly fucked and oozing with his seed. And she was unable to do anything against him. 

"You mine now. Me fuck you good again soon. You stay quiet. Me fuck you, me stay quiet too..."

The half-breed hunchback smiled with his crooked teeth. He was making sure that she knew that their secret arrangement wasn't over until he let her go, or someone higher said otherwise. 

Then Morgh picked the limp slave up, and onto his shoulder. He grabbed her clothes and carried her back downstairs, like she was just a sack of grain.

Lori was left in her own little room, where she lay naked until she had enough strength to put her clothes back on. She went to sleep with the small comfort that tomorrow, she could get herbs from the Shaman's laboratory to deal with the half-breed's seed and her soreness.

Continued in Demon Kingdom Part 2...

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