Silly Mutt

These are both my characters and I wrote it because I was bored.. I know it's not very good. ._.

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THUMP THUMP THUMP on the heavy wooden door of the tiny jewelcrafting shop where Kazi scratched out a living. The orc reclining by the fire paid the knocking no heed.
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THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTH-“ALRIGHT, I’m coming.. “ She grumbled as she pulled herself up and made her way over to the door. THUMPTHUMPTHUMPCRACK. There was no need, it splintered off the hinges and fell with a thud at her feet. A felguard with a lifeless grin towered there, a great hulking thing with an axe that nearly dwarfed the female on its own. Kazi grimaced at the demon, unable to recognize it from any of its kin that daily roamed the streets. “What do you want then? …Whoever your master is will find himself indebted of this door..” The thing said nothing, merely stood there, breathing heavily and leering at her. Kazi bristled. Something wasn’t right here. Never had she seen a demon so far from its master, especially not inside the city itself. Behind her, one hand was discreetly feeling for her chiselling hammer..
Its eyes were hidden behind its spiked faceguard, the crooked grin all that gave away its intentions. It only took a split second for the thing to release the handle of its axe, which was embedded in the rock anyway, and charge her head on. She had no time to react, or swing the mace she had behind her. The felguard slammed full force into her, knocking her back against the wall. Her head hit the wall with a sickly thump and then there was nothing but black..


Kazi awoke hours later, reeling from her injury. The shaman could barely open her eyes without becoming extremely nauseous. When she could, her surroundings were fuzzy and moving so fast.. She began to realize that wherever she was was quite uncomfortable. In fact somehow she was standing up. She took a few deep breaths, to steady her stomach and steel her nerves. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around.. Her head and hands were locked in.. wood? She was bent over at the waist, something under her torso was holding her up and keeping her from choking herself on the stocks while she slept. Very carefully, the female tried to move her limbs.. To no avail, her ankles seemed to be bound and seperated by a bar of some sort. It was quite dark where she was, torches threw dancing shadows on the wall. Her vision was still too hazy for her to make out any more details of the room. Since there was no central fire, the walls gave off a sort of chill that had her skin crawling.. She could feel her unbound breasts swaying as she wriggled, the air cold against her bare sex. Kazi opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out save the quiet rasp of a dry throat.

A large male orc shouldered aside the flap of animal skin that covered the doorway, an unamused look on his face. He was old, much older than the female who stood naked and shackled in the corner. His hair and beard were a dull purple, its sheen faded with the years. Red eyes glared about as he grunted an order to the drooling felguard who followed him in, dragged his axe across the stone floor in a wake of sparks. The demon mindlessly obeyed, lumbering over to stand in the opposite corner from the girl he had brought in.

The male’s skin was a fel-tainted green, oddly mottled especially near his shoulders. His face was lined with age and spoke of countless battles, both physical and mental. He wore a frayed cloth robe of simple linen, and no shoulders or markings that told of any noted rank. He ambled about the room for a few moments, clinking bottles and seemingly preparing before he finally turned and surveyed his captive. Wordlessly, he sauntered over and pushed out the wooden block that propped up her body. She would have to stand on her own now, since she was concious and no longer in danger of choking herself. Kazi did so, her knees a bit wobbly as she began to regain her sense of balance.

The warlock looked over the captive female’s body, her skin a satisfying green, young and malleable. She was a bit pudgy around the stomach and hips, her thighs had a healthy heft to them. He looked nonplussed for all her naked physical attraction- he had seen her before and it was nothing new. He had tasted her young body and been thoroughly satisfied, only to be disappointed when she had not returned the next night.. And he was about to show her just how much.

“I know you are awake, mutt..” His voice held the rumble of a thousand thunderstorms. “I told you to return, did I not? I told you that if you did not return to me, there would be consequences. I hope you are prepared for the trouble you have incurred for yourself, mutt.” He took something from the table beside him.. Her own bullwhip that she wore around her waist.

Kazi’s ears perked when he finally spoke, recognizing that voice from somewhere. Then it clicked. The felguard had to belong to Komrak. Had her hands been free, she might have covered her face with her palm. “Kom, I should have kn-“ CRACK. The whip snapped across the bare skin of the back of her thighs. The girl yelped, the skin of her legs quickly forming a red welt that she could feel burning.. CRACK.. CRACK.. Two more joined the first, criss-crossing over her flanks with the same intensity. Tears welled in her eyes as she flexed and strained at the stocks, trying to escape the bastard thing. CRACK.. CRACK.. CRACK. The bullwhip whistled through the air again and again, causing her skin to break and in several areas trickles of blood ran down her thighs. The tears fell and new ones formed while she cried out to him, begging him to stop. After about the fifteenth lash, Komrak did stop. He replaced the bloodied whip upon the table and stepped up to her, laughing quietly. His eyes, lit by the torches on the surrounding walls, were alight with something akin to malevolent glee. He placed his large and calloused hands on the back of her legs, just above the knee, running them up over her welted and bleeding thighs, smearing her life force across her vibrant skin like violent tribal markings. She quivered beneath his hands, cowed at the very thought of him starting the whipping back up again. He smirked at her silence and bumped his clothed hips against hers so she could feel his excitement. The smell of blood in the air spurred him like nothing else on the planet.
The male leaned down, grabbing her plush breasts in his skilled hands and kneading them gently as a lover would before he revealed his true intentions. He grabbed her nipples between a flat thumb and forefinger and began to pull. She squealed and twisted in reaction, the bar between her ankles keeping her from making any drastic movement. The more she struggled, the harder he pulled. Soon she was back to begging. “Ple- PLEASE. Stop, I don’t know why- why you’re doing this!” That made him laugh, an unsettling sound, as it was the laugh of a madman.

“I told you why, little mutt. Now you must pay your penance, as even the elements would ask of you. They get their piece of you and I am –taking- mine!” He laughed again as he emphasised his statement with a hard twist to her sensitive flesh, which made her scream. The rough cloth of his robe was grinding against her, grating against her swollen flesh. Her hands knotted up in fists as she bucked against him, and against the wooden stocks. It did nothing, only served to further arouse him as she struggled against the waves of pain he introduced.

Finally, after what seemed like hours and hours of torture, she could feel him ease back and open his robe. Soon he had shrugged it off and it landed on the floor, after which he reached over and took something else from his table o’torture. The warlock’s devilish grin grew as he took the elongated thing and positioned it at her asshole and then asked, “I hope you are ready, mutt! This will be the last time you disobey me..”
She had no time to respond before she felt an unspeakable amount of pain as he pushed the thing deep inside her in one fel swoop. She opened her mouth to cry out but could only manage a gasp. Her entire body shook as pain wracked her and her knees once again began their buckling. He chuckled, his engorged cock tip sliding against her slit as he watched her deal with the toy he had just shoved violently into her ass. The thing was relatively small compared to the orc’s size but it served the purpose it was intended for, which was to cause her pain and make her uncomfortable. Soon he pushed himself inside her, growling primally as he thrustthrustthrusted her against her retraints. She whimpered while he did so, each stroke causing more pain than the last. He enjoyed her quivering quite a bit, occasionally smacking her deliciously swollen young flesh, watching it jiggle against his hand. Sick sounds of raw sex filled the room. As much as she found herself in pain, her body betrayed her. She could feel her orgasm building and building and there was no way she could stop it or get away. He could feel to way she tightened and clenched around him, sensing that she was near. Komrak smirked, and doubled his pace, forcing himself to spill his seed inside her. Messily, he pulled out, rubbing the rest of his jism out on her flanks. Poor Kazi felt the tears coming again, as he had just left her beaten and bleeding and now sexually frustrated..

Komrak laughed while he pulled his robe back on at the trembling female in bonds, eyeing the wet spots on floor beneath her, undoubtedly from fallen tears. The wooden toy remained in her, a testament to his ill will. “Let that be a lesson to you, worthless mutt. No one disobeys Komrak. Especially not you.” He left the felguard with the key to unlock her once he was well enough away. Kazi cried quietly while the demon just leered and waited..