Women's Worth Ch. 01

With a few taps of his hooves on the steel floor, Draken was right behind Luisa, still in the classic doggy position. For a while he had a view of her shining wet snatch, and her other orifice, then watched the rounded musculature of her ass clench to hide them from his sight. (Oh Sharess. He's right behind me! He was watching my pussy!) Then she felt the same, barely-there touch of his wet palm stroking her other ass cheek. (Mmm.) Her ass jutted backward a little, her butt easing to display her pussy.

(My cunt, my sopping wet cunt, oh why can't he just give it to me!) Draken smiled at another outspoken mental exhortation as he watched her squirm a little in her bonds, her knees dragging along the floor as she tried to squeeze her thighs together. Her 'cunt' was indeed quite moist, with a tempting trickle of juice coating her rather puffy nether lips, now a swollen, aroused reddish-pink. Still, he'd like to hear her beg, first.

"Do you know why I am here, Luisa?"

"You must be a slave buyer." (And you want to fuck me, so do it, please...)

"How would you like to spend a lifetime as my personal whore?"

"What? No! I'm a free woman. Never." (No!) Draken tensed a little, and then chided himself silently. She'd been an accommodating slut right from the start and he almost blew it all right there.

"Well, then how would you like to feel good? Feel something like... this?" Draken crouched at her side and cupped the underside of her hanging left breast, slowly stroking from side to side. Luisa turned to face him again.

"Yes. I like to feel good, just, just like that." (His touch is so sensual.) "I want more."

Cupping her left breast with both palms, Draken marveled at its fullness, and relished its creamy texture, his palms fondling her breast flesh, avoiding her nipple. His palms at the sides of her breast, he began to slightly press his palms together, to be rewarded with her delicious mental moans, even as she closed her eyes and remained silent, her back again arched upward as far as she could, her upper torso more or less upright.

His palms pressing with added pressure, his thumbs stroking her aureoles, he teased yet another exhortation from her: (Lick me there, please!) Extending his forked tongue, he deftly caught her long-neglected nipple between both forks of his warm tongue and licked lightly, the narrow, rough extensions playing over her nipple. The sight of a devilish forked tongue and its expert ministrations was enough for her to cry out loud and clear.

Even as he started nibbling lightly on her hard nubbin, his hands released her left breast, cupping her long neglected right breast, and she squirmed at the touch. Kneading her right breast firmly with just the right pressure, Draken took her left nipple firmly in his lips, sucking sweetly as she trembled. Then he released her, pulling back and getting up.

"No! Don't stop!"

"Beg me!"

"I... Please, I beg you, make me cum! I want it so bad! Fuck me, please!"

"Oh, but I will!"

Standing right before her, Draken hastily disrobed, revealing to Luisa his naked male body. His torso and arms were all hard, rippling muscle, his skin pale white. A young, hard-bodied stud, with his hard dick springing from his armor: Luisa guessed it was about 8 inches long, and one-and-a-half inches wide – she was in for a ride. (That's a lovely dick). Guiding his cock, rubbing its tip over her pretty face, Draken smeared pre-cum all over, especially right under her nose, and smiled as she twisted her neck trying to catch it in her mouth. She was such a slut.

He trotted around her until he was again admiring her exposed cunt. If it'd looked tempting earlier, now it was absolutely irresistible. Her thick, fiery red cunt lips pouted slightly. Her juices were streaming from her pussy, coating her inner thighs with her intoxicating juice, such that her smooth, toned thighs and pussy were glistening with the moisture of pure arousal in the bright white light. Barely reining in his instincts by now, Draken stroked his right palm over her both her inner thighs and his left palm over her bared puss, slowly and firmly, scooping her nectar in both hands as she jerked her hips back for the long awaited release.

Reaching forward, the tip of his dick teasingly rubbing over her slit, his palms pressed onto her breasts, rubbing her warm juices well into her firmness. (Oh my, oh my!) She was beyond coherent thought now, and when Draken placed his palms before her, commanding her to lick them, she complied lustfully, partaking of the sweet nectar of her own flower, her cheeks burning with shameful arousal.

As Draken's hard dick slowly slid into Luisa, a finger stroking her neglected clit in slow circles, she cried out loud: "Oh yes!" The time had finally come, and even as Draken fought to keep a slow pace, the Sharessan's now unbridled lust saw her pumping his thick shaft, her hips thrusting wildly. For both of them, it was a tight fuck, and Luisa felt her pussy stretched to an extent she rarely felt – and it was great!

Draken pounded the redhead with a steady, even, well-practiced stroke, keeping himself enticingly close to the edge while Luisa made her way, his hard chest and abs grinding onto her firm back as his hands roughly kneaded her breasts. After a while, as her noises grew louder, he raised her hips a little with his forearm over her tummy, to gain more leverage to pump deeper into her tight depths. His free hand rubbed her clit in short swirling circles.

Draken then heard a ear-splitting howl, felt her clench his meat, and heard himself scream as he arched his back, releasing his hell-spawned cum into her cunt with the force of fire-breathing dragon, even as Luisa's cunt kept grasping his cock, milking his seed. Finally, fully spent, Draken withdrew, his semi-limp dick coated thoroughly with both their ejaculates, Luisa slumped forward on her elbows, her breasts shaking with her deep breaths.

* * *

Walking briskly, Luisa's rescue party was soon at the slavers' hideout.

"The choice as usual is between going on the offensive or trying to sneak through it. I'm personally partial to the former; I feel like it, and it's likely they're prepared for any sort of option two." Val said.

"I'll leave the tactics to you two. I'll stay outside here." Lyndia said.

"As you like. I'll do the usual buffing spells, and we'll try our best. We've done this before, so there's hardly anything we can't deal with. Rocky will tag along too."

Back at the alley where they started off, Val commenced her numerous castings. Firstly, spells to coat them both with a layer of stone skin – well known as a stoneskin spell, followed by a shimmering sphere on both on them to ward off elemental damage. Kat recognized the next: a group haste spell for improved alacrity, then one Val said she used to absorb spells thrown at her, manifest as a pulsing blue glow around her feet.

The tanner's shop Lyndia had led them to was, by all appearances, a nondescript roadside shop-house. Fully prepared, Kat proceeded to unlock the door, crouching low to pick precisely. Pushing the door slowly open, a bolt of lightning streaked just above Kat, singeing her hood. Leaping back to safety, Kat quickly drew her short bow even as a gang of minotaurs – humanoids with bull's heads and 8 feet tall, well-built and armed with brutish clubs and axes – charged through the doorway, bellowing with rage. Lyndia appeared to have retreated into the shadow and safety of the alley.

With her practiced hands and lips, Val loosed a lightning bolt of her own that struck one of the lumbering beasts, and leapfrogged one to another, winding its way back through the beasts back into the room, which then rang with muffled bellows of pain, before fizzling out, the first minotaurs struck stared wide-eyed at the gaping hole through its chest before falling, the hapless victim of the infamous chain lightning spell. Those that survived the sizzling still charged headlong toward their foes and fell prey to Kat's lethal rapid fire. In ten seconds Kat had loosed as many arrows. Emerging through the narrow door, the stupid beasts were easy targets for Kat. Between her arrows and Val's magical bolts of energy, they were quickly disposed of.

Just as the last of the minotaurs fell, the doorway was cleared once more, and with their keen, persistent night vision both women spotted a minotaur, brandishing a staff, fire another lightning bolt, this time at Val. Striking her with pinpoint accuracy, Kat winced as the bolt clashed with her protective auras and watched her friend grimace in pain. Still, her protections had borne the brunt of the shot, and Kat quickly stepped up, shooting the staff wielding minotaur through the skull, and it crumpled lifelessly.

Inside the shop, the duo stepped over charred corpses and peered around. The rank, nose-numbing odor of beast blood and curing oils permeated the irritably humid air. Leather hides hung from the low ceiling, and heavy barrels lined the walls, except where the fireball blast had smashed them to smoking cinders.

"There's got to be a secret passage."

"Behind a wall? Let me get the barrels away." Motioning for Kat to back away, she cast a fireball that spread from herself into a ring of fire that smashed into the barrels, blazing them into ash.

When the smoke cleared, both women peered anxiously about, and found a gaping square hole set into the ground, covered by barrels just a little earlier, that led to a flight of steep stairs. Even with night vision they couldn't see where it ended. Kat nodded in readiness, and led Val down.

Leaning against the wall to avoid stepping on the center of steps, the most common of traps, they reached the bottom to find an eerie cavern. Skulls hung on stalagmites glowed a low purple. A ring of stone spiders as large as cows seemed to reflect the inhabitant's peculiar taste in décor, but both girls knew they could just as well be golems, magically animated guardians. A throng of minotaurs stood stationed along the walls.

Wasting no time, Kat, with bow in hand shot at the closest minotaur, and its comrades roared in rage, bounding towards the trespassers. The spiders came to life, beady eyes on their stony forms pulsing in artificial consciousness. Val summoned 'Rocky', an earth elemental from another plane of existence to help them. Crawling as if from the earth itself, the creature seemed made of beige rock, with veins and arteries of molten lava. Its clubbing fists were well out of human proportion, both as big as its rocky head. At ten feet tall, it towered over anyone.

Of course Val never knew if it was always the same 'Rocky' she summoned, but they looked about the same.

As the spiders and a dozen minotaurs advanced towards them, Val unleashed a glowing blood-red lance that arced straight toward one of the spiders. Slicing through a few errant minotaurs on the way, the lance of force dug deep into the spider, shattering its body as its eight disembodied feet still twitched. Kat kept on shooting while Rocky crushed any minotaurs who ran afoul of him, his burly fists bearing down on them with impunity.

Loosing a rain of crushing hailstones and bone-chilling ice onto the rampaging beasts, the minotaurs were bludgeoned, beaten and decimated, with only the four spiders remained to face them off. One of the spiders had finally made its way to the lumbering Rocky. Far more agile and nimble, the charging spider had stabbed Rocky right through the chest, and both women could see lava dripping through the wounds. Still, Rocky reached forward to grab onto one of the legs, its free arm reaching forward to pound repeatedly onto the offending spider's body.

The other two spiders quickly rushed up to their comrade's aid, rearing up on their hind legs to stab Rocky repeatedly with their needle-like legs. The smaller spiders had leaped up and latched onto Rocky, stabbing his back where he couldn't reach back to tear them off. Watching as chunks of beige rock get torn out and lava splashing about, Val knew Rocky's time was just about up. While all four spiders were centered on Rocky, Val loosed a blazing fireball that singed her fingertips, and then soared through to ignite in a blast of roiling flame as it hit the elemental. Caught at the heart of the blast, all that was left of the spiders and Rocky were hand-sized chunks of rock.

"Something tells me that isn't the last we'll see of Rocky," Val mused.

"I wouldn't be so sure, humans. You might not live much longer," A dry, raspy voice scratched across the cavern as a dark elf wizard stepped out into view, one of the cavern's ten doors closing behind him.

"Release all the slaves, and we might let you live." Kat offered.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Veldrin, purveyor of fine slaves. I specialize in harlots. I think the two of you have the looks. I'd treat you especially well." Veldrin taunted as he stepped closer.

Even as a purple translucent sphere materialized around Veldrin, he declaimed a word of power and a dozen glowing balls of light burst from his fingertips, striking both women, sending Kat staggering back, peppering her with bruises. Val, with the offending missiles absorbed by her mantle, readily replied with her own spell. A mote of light sped through the cavern and melded into Veldrin's protections, willing it away.

Kat was quick to note the change, and although the drow was quick to start another casting, his words collapsed into meaningless gurgles as he grasped at his throat, the arrow piercing his windpipe. In moments, his senses were lost in oblivion.

Terse, mocking applause rang from above, from somewhere in the cavern's expansive space. It appeared to be a human in green plate mail, just that he had hooves. He wore an obnoxious grin.

"I must say, that was quite the fireworks display. I particularly enjoyed your last spell, some sort of protection breach. It was this little wink of light, and Veldrin's quaint blue bubble popped just like that. I liked it!"

"Do I have to blast you too?"

"Not really, unless you're feeling belligerent. I won't stand in the way of your rescue mission; in fact I'm just about back off to my home in a higher plane of existence, dear. I had the chance to sample a slave before you so rudely intruded." Even as he spoke, Val felt strangely drawn to stare at him in the eyes, although her anger overrode the peculiar feeling.

"Begone, then."

"Although I must admit, I was half-expecting Veldrin to prevail. I would have enjoyed sampling you two too. Farewell! Have a nice day!" With a flourish of his walking stick, the levitating tiefling placed his hand on his chest, and then vanished from sight.

As was customary exploring and adventuring practice, it was time to loot the dungeon. Veldrin's remains yielded his robes, which Val folded and tugged into her sleeve, and a set of keys. All ten doors, except for the one leading to the study, led to prisons that were simple steel enclosures with cold devices of bondage and torture. Each cell held one or two slaves, all women. Unlocking their bindings, the captives were directed to the exit.

Finally, Val found the Sharessan without looking for her distinctive anklet. A blue-eyed redhead, she was gorgeous, with her hair in a ponytail, and all the curves in all the right places. She's prettier than even I am, Val thought. Then she found herself eye to eye with the captive, and smiled reassuringly.

"You're safe now, Lyndia's upstairs waiting for you." Val quickly unlocked her bonds.

"Thank you." The Sharessan stood up slowly, looking slightly uncomfortable. That was when Val saw a thin stream of fluid trickle down the Sharessan's thigh. The slaves here had been sampled, and most recently, her. Looking at the floor she had been bound to, Val noted the telltale puddle, and the intoxicating musky scent of sex, while Kat's alert eyes followed Val's. They turned to accompany the Sharessan up. Back on the street, in the darkened alley, Lyndia and Luisa hugged as Lyndia patted her back, whispering soothingly to her fellow priestess. Kat asked for clerical healing and Lyndia cast her healing spells without further ado, and with a surge of warmth the rogue felt her bruises heal up.

"Lyndia, just before we freed everyone, we met a man in green armor; he looked like a tiefling. He vanished right before our eyes, and although he led us to believe that he was returning to some home plane, it might be a simple ruse to let our guard down. I suggest we stay over with you for the night, just in case." Val offered.

"I don't see why not. Come, it is late, even for the likes of us. I'll have an acolyte keep watch, we'll have a good rest, and we'll settle rewards first thing tomorrow morning."

High above them, bobbing slightly with the wind was Draken, levitating and watching keenly as the four women strode back towards the House of Desires. He couldn't help marveling at the allure of all of them. Stroking his chin, he smiled to himself, the makings of a grand plan to ensnare them all slowly but surely taking shape in his devious, devil-spawned mind.

* * *

Kat found herself the first to awake. Sitting up on her plush white mattress, she stretched her arms. She'd spent the night in Lyndia's personal bedchamber, and perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised that the spacious room had beds for a dozen. The walls were awash in murals depicting varied debauchery, the domed ceiling picturing a couple in a most intimate embrace. She sighed. Their reputation was far from undeserved.

Besides that, the room was quite tastefully designed. The spotted white marble floor, cool to her feet, matched the ring of marble pillars rising up to the ceiling. At the center of the ring was a fountain, with sparkling water sprinkling from a vase held under a nude woman's arm. A circle of windows high up the walls revealed the dim glow of early morn.

Val laid snoozing on the bed beside hers, while Lyndia and Luisa shared a queen-sized bed, quite separated. Kat half-expected to see them wrapped around one another, then chided herself for even thinking that. Getting up to dress in last night's adventuring garb, she wondered if the House's other occupants had yet to rise. Perhaps she could have a discreet look around.

Stepping out of Lyndia's chambers, she found herself in the establishment's main hallway, with the entrance on her right currently bolted shut. The walls were decorated in the same vein as in Lyndia's room, although the ceiling was bare and the floor was made of parquet. Adjacent polished wooden doors were plainly labeled; there were the 'clergy quarters', the 'shop', the 'altar', and a 'festhall'. Festhalls were pretty commonplace in developed cities, just a place for eating, drinking, dancing and fun.

At the far end of the hallway just opposite the entrance were double-sided doors. Despite being unlabelled Kat knew by instinct that they probably led to very spacious chambers for the less... socially acceptable part of Sharess worship.

Before she could think of doing anything else, a blonde man of average build, wearing a light blue doublet and black breeches, with passably attractive features, strode towards her. He must have been stationed in the hall to keep watch.

"Greetings, milady. Lyndia instructed me to keep watch."

"Thank you. Luckily enough, we weren't troubled tonight. You look pretty fresh for someone who's been up all night."

"Oh no, I had a good rest, I was just up an hour or so ago, taking over from my fellow. We aren't open to the public for about an hour and a half. Perhaps I could interest milady in some lovemaking?"

"Excuse me?" Kat took a tentative step back.

"Forgive me, milady," he said as he placed his palm over his chest, bowing slightly, "many of our worshippers and visitors are usually very forward. Clearly I was wrong to assume such of you. I'm very sorry."