Note: This story contains themes of incest, prostitution, nonconsent, as well as dark fantasy themes generally.
Please goddess. Please. Don’t let him find me.
Tansy Bellweather did not speak the prayer out loud. She merely moved her plump, wet lips in silence. Her thick, curvy Halfling body, complete with a round, pregnant belly and two swollen, milk-engorged tits underneath a simple white blouse, was wedged awkwardly between two ragged chicken coops. She heard her father’s drunken, stumbling step on the other side of the farmyard. He was growling curses under his breath, a lantern held out before him. The orange light swayed and flashed crazily over the muddy farmyard.
Tansy didn’t know why she bothered with the prayer. The goddess, if she really was up there dancing among the infinite stars, clearly did not care. She had never answered. Tansy’s father almost always managed to find her, sooner or later. Even the time she ran away through the woods and made it as far as Timberfox. Especially not when he was selling her to others. When he was looking to use her soft, warm, plump body for himself, there was a slight chance he would get too drunk and pass out.
But that evening, when Tansy had returned for gathering herbs in the forest, she had seen two strange horses tied up in the farmyard. Noble beasts, tall, high-bred and well muscled. That meant strangers. Strangers only came out to the Bellwether farm for one reason- for her. To take her into the barn, and do whatever cruel and twisted things they liked to her, before buckling their pants back on and dropping a few coins in her father’s palm. The old bastard would smile and thank the stranger for the custom, knowing he had enough money to keep himself in drink for another few days. It was the closest the old halfling came to happiness.
The fine horses were a sign of some hope at least. Most of the travelers coming through lately had been poor, dirty, scarred and cruel. They were refugees from the mountain valleys to the west. The orcs from the far side of the range had been raiding deeper and deeper into civilized country, and rumors said they were even threatening the great fortress at Standhurn. The few men among the refugees who had spare coin to spend on whores had provided Tansy with several unpleasant experiences. They seemed determined to relive the cruelties they had witnessed at the hands of the orcs on Tansy. Perhaps a wealthier client would be more gentle with her…
“Where are you, you disobedient slut?” Her father shouted, slurring the words as he whirled the lantern around. “You worthless cow. I’ve got customers…”
The front door of the house creaked open, spilling more light into the farmyard. A figure stepped out onto the rotting boards of the porch. He was tall- tall even for one of the big folk. Not he- she- Tansy realized with surprise. The next slow, languorous steps she took were undoubtedly feminine. Her face, half In shadow, was proud and sharp like an eagle’s. Her hair was a shining black, worn loose as it tumbled down past her shoulders and onto the purple cloak that draped down her back.
“Master Bellweather. What is the delay? My companion and I are in haste.” The strange woman called out. Her voice was elegant, her syllables sharp and clipped. Tansy could not place her strange, musical accent. The voice seemed so out of place in the muddy farmyard, ringing against the dilapidated buildings. It seemed to Tansy that it belonged in a palace, someplace far, far away- a place outside her experience; outside her reality, even….
“Beg parm, miss.” Tansy’s father grumbled. It was always so odd to see the way he was with ‘customers’- pathetically bowing, scraping, deferential and subservient- so different from the unforgiving tyrant that ruled her life and peddled her cunt for coin. It was different from the way he was to his neighbors, as well. To them he was gruff, boorish, and often violent. Mallet Bellwether was big, for a halfling anyway, at nearly five foot tall, and tough as an old oak stump. A few winters ago, when Tansy had been maybe twenty-three, Alderman Goodmarsh had come out to the farm. He had sternly remonstrated with Master Bellwether. The alderman had said that such vile and unnatural act as a father pimping out his daughter to passing riff-raff would not be countenanced in his district. For his trouble, Tansy’s father had broken the alderman’s arm and thrown him in the pig-trough. Anyone else who dared to stick his nose in Mallet Bellwether’s business had gotten a cracked skull or a knife in the guts. Halflings- generally speaking- were a quiet, meek, and polite set of folk. They just didn’t know how to handle a being like Mallet. No one was coming to save Tansy. That had become clear long ago.
In years past, Tansy had fantasized about a Knight on a white horse coming, slaying her father and taking her away from all this. But the only real knight to ever come through town had paid her father like the rest of them. He kastamonu escort had been handsome, like the champion of her fantasies, but in a dangerous, sharp-edged way, with an awful scar across his cheek and right eye. The knight had fucked her without taking his mailed gloves off, leaving her heavy, pale breasts bruised and dimpled where the iron rings had dug into her.
“She’s round here somewhere, miss.” Her father continued in his awkward, polite tone. Then, raising his voice- “and she’ll get her fat arse out here immediately if she knows what’s good for her!”
Tansy cringed, wiggling herself further down between the chicken coops. On the porch, the stranger sighed a deep, frustrated sigh. She removed something from a pocket on the inside of her clothes. She murmured a few words that Tansy could barely hear, though the sound of them sent electric tingles down her spine. There was a flash of unearthly light, and the little wooden stick in the stranger’s hand sparked to life. Tansy had Time to think the word ‘sorceress’ before cloud of smoke swirled upward, spiraling quickly and unnaturally, before creeping across the farmyard- directly towards Tansy’s hiding place.
“There.” The stranger said, pointing. Tansy’s father tromped towards her, boots squelching in the mud. Tansy tried to wriggle out of the spot, but her soft, heavy pregnant body pressed against the walls on either side. Her linen blouse caught the head of a nail. She tried to free it with shaking fingers, but was just too slow.
Her father grabbed her by one of her heavy, honey colored braids and yanked her out of her hiding hole. Tansy’s pale, engorged tits spilled into the night air as her blouse ripped. Her father held her upright; saving her from falling into the mud but subjecting her to a worse fate. His free hand reached down and grabbed one of her large, dark, sensitive, pie-plate nipples and twisted cruelly. Tansy let out a pathetic high pitched squeal.
“Ple…please papa- please…” she stammered, tears running down her rosy cheeks.
“Shut your whore mouth.” Her father said, delivering one sharp, stinging slap across her face. He pressed his cruel smile next to her ear, spilling the hot smell of his rotgut brandy breath over her. “You see that woman there? She’s offering three good silver pennies for an hour with you. God knows why, but if you foul up this deal for me you’ll regret it.” The hand on Tansy’s nipple twisted even harder, sending fiery ropes of pain through her whole body.
“Yesss papa.” She squealed through her pain and tears “I’ll be good, just please don’t hurt me.”
“Of course you will.” He said, dragging her towards the house. “You pretend not to like it, but I know better. Your little whore cunt is probably soaking wet already.”
Tansy whimpered as her cheeks flushed, and her father spun her around at the feet of the porch steps. The strange woman stood there, looking down at her with piercing coal-black eyes that matched her hair. She cocked her head, looking Tansy over like a butcher deciding where to make her first cut. Unconsciously, Tansy tried to cover her heavy milk-laden breasts with her little hands. The stranger rolled her eyes.
“A little late for modesty, my dear.” The woman said. “Very well, master Bellwether. Make yourself scarce for an hour. I’ll call you when we’re done with her.”
“If you please, miss- I usually have Tansy erm- entertain guests- in the barn-“
The black-eyed woman scoffed. “Forgive my rudeness, Master Bellwether, but I’ve seen barns less dilapidated than this hovel you call a house. I can’t even imagine how squalid your barn is, and I don’t want to find out.”
“But, miss, where-” Mallet Bellweather stammered as another figure stepped out onto the porch. A tall man, dressed like the lady in fine traveling clothes. He wore a sword and dagger at his belt, and golden spurs jangled on his black leather boots. Tansy could not see his face, as he was turned away from the light coming from inside, but there was something oddly familiar about his bearing. The way he held himself- steel-straight and soldierly, but somehow lazy and effortless at once.
The man had a half-full bottle of brown liquid in his hand, he tossed it out towards Tansy’s father. The gnarled halfling released Tansy and caught it, moving with lightning speed to catch the precious bottle.
“Piss off, old boy.” The man said. His voice was as strangely familiar as his form. “Go have a drink or three someplace quiet.”
Tansy’s father shrugged and gave his daughter a shove towards the house. She stumbled, but the man moved like liquid lighting, catching her by the wrist and steadying her. Tansy looked down at the hand that grasped her own- it was covered in a chainmail glove. She gasped, looking up- and seeing a handsome face, marred by an ugly red slash that crossed his right eye. The eye was a cloudy red, difficult to look upon. Tansy knew now kayseri escort where she recognized this man from.
The scarred knight led her inside. The dark-eyed sorceress followed behind them, shutting the door behind her.
The front room of the house had been cleared and the sparse furniture pushed to the walls, leaving an open space in the middle. The knight released her, and pulled a length of braided rope from a weathered pack resting on the floor. Whistling an old cavalry song, he made a complicated loop in one end and tossed it over one of the ceiling beams. While he did his work, the sorceress crept up behind Tansy. The halfling woman shivered and went ridgid- there was something strange about the sorceress’s touch- a tingling, buzzing sensation that crept across her pale skin. The knight dragged a stool over from the side of the room, making Tansy stand on it, then grinding himself against her as if to check that her pussy was now at the right height to be used.
The Sorceress was removing Tansy’s clothes. She pulled the torn ruins of her blouse from her swollen belly, then unlaced her roughspun skirt and let it drop to a puddle on the floor. The woman worked- not gently, exactly, but professionally, efficiently. When Tansy was standing naked on the stool in the middle of the room, the sorceress came around in front of her and began removing her own clothes. She started with her fine purple cloak, revealing a stiff black leather corset over virginal-white collared shirt. Her chest was crossed with two belts across her body. The belts made an x-shape, meeting one another in the hollow between the sorceress’s small, ripe breasts. Dozens of little glass vials were held in small pockets on the belts. Tansy could not but guess what they contained, though dozens of halfling stories spoke of the things sorcerers used to weave their spells- pickled rat’s brain, hairs from the head of a murderer’s corpse, powdered Minotaur semen…..
As the woman undressed, the scarred knight finished trying a complex series of knots and loops in the end of the rope. He removed his own cloak and hood. Tansy noticed with relief his mailed gloves were already laying across one another on a side table, shining in the candlelight.
The scarred man held the end of the rope towards her, gesturing at two loops about the right size for her arms.
“Please…” Tansy whimpered. “There’s no need to bind me up. I won’t run, or struggle. I’ll be good.”
The sorceress chuckled, low and warm.
“I’m afraid there is a need. I’m sorry for it, but I promise you aren’t going to like what we do to you. Well… not every part of it, anyway.”
The scarred knight stepped forward and put each of her arms through a loop. Like the sorceress, He was not rough with her, not exactly. Yet his
strength was irresistible, like a glacier grinding it’s way across the soft, hilly landscape of her body. He stepped behind Tansy, pressing into her fleshy, expansive ass with his thick, heavy cock and his iron-hard calvaryman’s thighs. He reached up to bind her hands, then stepped back to tighten the rope. Tansy’s arms stretched upwards towards the ceiling, until she was standing on tiptoe.
The sorceress stalked around Tansy. She had removed her spell-component bandoliers and unbuttoned her shirt halfway down. Tansy could see the dusky curves of two perfect, firm, apple sized tits, so different from her own milk-laden melons.
“She’s exquisite, Ren.” The sorceress purred as she cocked the bound halfling. “Such a plump, juicy morsel. How did you find out about her?”
“I came through this shire awhile back.” The knight said, shrugging. “Her drunkard father approached me in the tavern. It was right after my…. The unfortunate business regarding my land and title. And I was in something of a dark mood. I’m afraid I might have been a little rough with her.”
“Awhile back, you say?” The sorceress stopped in front of Tansy and put a hand on her gravid belly. “Do you think it was about… eight months ago?”
“Possibly.” The knight said, his tone flat. Then his face broke out in a nihilistic smile as he caught the woman’s meaning. He counted on his fingers and moved his lips silently, before shrugging his powerful shoulders again. “Well well, I’ll be damned.”
“It would be somehow fitting, if you were the father.” The sorceress said. She was removing items from a travel sack and lining them up on the table in front of the bound Tansy. A leather gag, three empty glass vials- and a knife. Tansy gasped, her eyes going wide.
“Please- oh godess, please no…” Tansy squealed. The Sorceress made gentle shushing sounds at her, before stepping forward to shove the leather ball gag in her mouth and fasten it behind her head, threading it behind the Halfling girl’s heavy braids. Tansy could only make desperate, strangled little sounds. The knight stepped behind her again, and Tansy heard the familiar kıbrıs escort sound of trousers being unbuckled. The sorceress was in front of her, reaching her delicate hand down past her belly and between her chubby thighs.
“We’ll start with the easier ones.” The woman said sliding her hand up and down tansy’s hairy, sensitive pussy. “Come now little one, open up those fat thighs of yours, before I get impatient.”
The knight’s powerful hands ripped her clenched legs apart. She felt his cock against her ass again, this time without the intervening cloth of his trousers.it ground into her, hot, hard, and hungry. She was powerless against it, an able to do anything but wriggle. The Sorceress was sliding her hand up and down her sex, between her puffy and sensitive lower lips.
“Are you sure about that old scroll you found?” The knight said, idly groping Tansy’s fat thighs. “It seems to me some ancient wizard was having a joke. Halfling pussy is magical, certainly… ” Tansy could hear the smile in the man’s voice as he pushed himself up against her even closer. “But more in the poetical sense.”
“Leave magic to mages, darling Ren.” The Sorceress said, pausing in her work. “Halflings are direct creations of Sjilva, the earth goddess. An old godhead, and powerful. One of the few still venerated across the world. It’s said even the orcs still worship her. Halflings carry Sjilva’s power inside them.”
If she was so powerful, she would save me now. She would have saved me years ago. Tansy thought numbly. The sorceress must have seen the fear in her eyes.
“Relax, little flower.” The woman leaned close to Tansy, whispering into her ear before kissing it softly, then nipping at it. “The sooner you give us what we need, the sooner we’ll be gone. And what I need right now is some of your sweet halfling juices.”
Tansy gasped, partly at the sorceress’s strange words, partly at the other things her mouth was doing to Tansy’s ear.
“There’s a good girl.” The human woman purred, as the motion of her fingers grew more slick and smooth. “But I need more than that. Ren, you said you made her gush like a fountain last time… was that just typical manly braggadocio?”
The knight made no reply but a low grunt. One hand left her thigh, and moved over her belly to grab one of her heavy, hanging tits. His cock probed its way between her ass cheeks, pressing against her tight hole. She tried to wince away, but now couldn’t bring herself to struggle, or to disrupt the Sorceress’s swirling fingers.
“I fucked her up her little halfling asshole.” The man said, pushing in a bit further. “Even though she begged me not to. You’ll see, that’ll get her going like a stallion taking a piss. Isn’t that right, you Halfling whore?”
Tansy had not forgotten. It was not the first time a client had violated her ass. But no one before had been as big as Ren. The memory was one of equal parts fear at the burning, invasive pain and humiliating, all consuming ecstasy.
The pain came first of course. Pain like she was being split open as the knight pushed the bulbous, pulsing, living head of his cock inside her hole. She screamed into the gag. Brief relief came, as the knight pushed in as deep as he could, then renewed pain as he thrust back in, slowly picking up speed. He grunted into her ear like a wild boar, and kissed the sorceress next to her head, a deep and wet animalistic kiss.
With every powerful thrust, Tansy felt the pain slowly merge with the pleasure. The sorceress found the little nub at the top of the lower lips and began to play with it, pressing it in the gap between two fingers and jerking it like it was a tiny cock. Tansy went cross eyed, her mind melting, her entire body softening into a wet puddle. The knight was fucking her savagely now, driving into her ass like he was charging into an orcish shield wall. His board-flat stomach slammed into her ass, making the fat flesh there slap and jiggle in waves.
Time passed strangely as Tansy’s mind drifted on an ocean of pain and pleasure. She felt the cock inside her twitch and swell. Something wet and hot shot into her, and she screamed again, feeling her own fluids burst forth from her. The hands on her pussy disappeared, and through the haze of her pleasure Tansy saw the sorceress kneel down, holding an empty glass vial between her legs. The knight continued to come inside her, grabbing her by the hips to bury himself even deeper as the last of his seed was spent.
Tansy shuddered, her tits heaving up and down as she shook and gasped for breath. The knight’s cock inside her ass started to soften, just slightly, and he withdrew it from her. She collapsed against the ropes that held her arms, going limp. It pained her, but Tansy couldn’t bring herself to move. Her muscles were warm puddles of honey and milk, completely unresponsive to her commands.
The sorceress, smiling with triumph, held up the little glass vial, now half-full of cloudy white liquid. “I hope I didn’t get any of your stuff in here, Ren. The spent seed of disgraced knights has no magical properties that I know of, and it could interfere with the spell.”
Ren laughed, collapsing into a chair by the wall of the room. “My gods, I don’t think I even care. This trip was worth it for me already, even if we don’t get the components we need.”
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