Bending the Rules Pt. 06: Abrasion

/Make them inaccessible until you level,/ Adana said inside his head.

"Can you split it into a bunch of IOUs?"

"I can, but they stack and you cannot give them away. Once you touch them, they become yours, and will vest and fill your meter all at the same time."

"What about making them undefined until I reach an altar?"

"That is... against regulation."

/Push him. Trust me. EXP comes from his life force. If he wants to find his final rest, he will let you do what you want./

"Maybe I don't want them then."

"What? Don't want EXP? I don't believe that."

"You're insufferable. I'd never want to spend such a small amount, knowing that's where it came from and how much I'd wasted. I'd leave them here, on the table, until maybe I was high enough level to use it all. Nobody else can get them, right?"

"That is correct."

"Then I'd let you linger on, forever, with this IOU tying you to this world for being such an asshole."

"Gods below, you sound like my late ex-wife! Just take the EXP already! She lingers on only to nag at me, even after she's dead - I can't get away from her until it all goes!"

"Then make it undefined until I reach an altar after it vests. To verify its authenticity, you see. I've never dealt with a ghost before, or a rules lawyer. I'm a Level Four, how am I supposed to know how it works?"

The ethereal man darted through walls, looked keenly in every direction. There was no one watching or listening aside from the crowd standing well away from the front door. Even Mesi had gone on break, too anxious to watch what happened.

"You tell no one any of this, you understand? NO ONE."

"I'm prepared to make any oath you wish, to that effect."

"And that means you too, Adana." The ghost pointed at Nuru.

/What the-!/

"Yes, I see you there, hovering. I can hear you scheming against me. Gods only know what purpose you have in making such a choice, Nuru, but it's otherwise not relevant to my mission here."

/O-OK./

"Done," Afolabi muttered, throwing the IOU to the table, crossing his arms.

Nuru swore a binding oath in order to accept it, and Adana mirrored it. Nuru took the last bites of his bread bowl out the front door with him.

"Is... is he gone?" Baako, the inn owner asked, sweating nervously.

Nuru nodded, but refused to answer any questions about what had happened.

"He won't be coming back. That's all I'm at liberty to say."

A wave of relief swept over the small crowd, and people started cautiously walking back in.

"Lunch is on me," Baako said. "Don't worry about it."

"Then I'll take a bottle of that good wine for the road."

*****

Nuru's blood sang with exuberance, and a restlessness drove him to go out somewhere new. He wandered towards the empty parts of his map as he pondered what to do next. His fingers danced lightly over the head of his drum, experimenting with light touches. He paused, listening. Hearing nothing, he started walking again. He stopped again; he could have sworn he heard - there. A distinctive sound of a strike, followed by a cry, pierced the air. Carefully, he made his way towards it, frowning.

Two people were standing among the trees; not ordinary people like Nuru was used to dealing with, but big people. A man was there, at least half an orc by blood with all the tight-fitted jewelry to match, and a large woman, possibly a giantess. The woman had her hands tied over her head and her skirt pulled up over her shoulders and bunched around her chest. The man was holding a huge paddle, a boat oar actually, and he swung it in a ferocious strike to the woman's buttocks with a loud smack. The woman cried out, then whimpered. She had a flogger held in her mouth, but she could still be heard around it. The orc man looked up, and saw Nuru.

"Oh now look, you stupid whore, you've gone and gotten us caught."

Nuru stood, pondering whether to flee and get someone's help, but the man held up a hand. He dropped the paddle, stepped up to the woman, and spun her vigorously to look at Nuru. Her eyes opened wide.

"You see that? You couldn't keep your stupid mouth shut like I told you, and now this young Level Four has stumbled on this scene and doesn't know what he's looking at. You're lucky he's classed."

He gestured to Nuru to come over, which he cautiously did. He tugged at Adana.

/What- oh. Well, look at that./

"What... am I looking at here?"

"So now you owe this poor fellow an explanation," the orc said. "Talk."

The man tore the flogger out of her mouth and swatted her red cheeks with it. She cried out, but held most of it in.

"I... I was a bad girl," she said.

"What did you do?" the man demanded.

"I stole the co-op kill and missed the secondary quest reward."

"And how did you do that?"

"I didn't wait for your simultaneous hit, and smashed the ghoul's skull in."

"And WHY did you do that?"

"I didn't mean to, I got a crit before my luck boost cooldown! I was just trying to get its HP down to where-"

"Shut up! No excuses, you stupid lump!"

The man snatched up the paddle again and with a whistling swing smacked her hard on the ass.

The woman shrieked loudly, then her eyes went wide as the man covered her mouth with a meaty hand.

"This is what I am talking about! You earned this punishment, and you just keep earning more! Can't keep your little feelings inside, and now you've all but traumatized this poor boy! What am I going to do with you?!" he growled.

Nuru cocked his head to the side. As private a moment as this was, he couldn't help but feel he had been invited, and his curiosity got the better of him; looking between her massive thighs, he could swear he saw moisture running down her leg.

"Is that... what I think it is?" Nuru said.

/Yep. She's getting off on this. Huge masochist, that one, and a glutton for humiliation. She's probably got gangbang and breeding fetishes. I think he's got this well in hand; I'll just watch./

"Now what did you do? I see the look on his face. I'm sure it's your fault. What did you do!?" the man demanded.

"I'm really, really wet," she whimpered.

"Look at this," the orc man said. "Pathetic. What am I going to do with her? Not that I'm expecting you to know; no offense, you're like a child watching this. Ten years I've been questing with this waste of space, gods only know why, she's never learned her place. Well since you're here, what do you think? Is she at least a tasty piece of flesh?"

"She is built quite symmetrical," Nuru said, ogling her shamelessly.

"There, see, you come from such good breeding stock. I'll never know why you're so worthless."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Shut up! You'll speak when I tell you to. So listen, bud, I'm sorry you had to see this."

"I'm not, I think," Nuru said.

"Why not? Isn't this just a bit extreme for someone your age? Have you ever even seen a woman naked before?"

"Oh, sure. More than one, even."

"Well, lucky you," the man said to the woman. "No childhood trauma caused today, perhaps."

He turned back to Nuru.

"What do you think I should do with her? Should I go easy, or should I beat her until she walks funny?"

"What happens if you go easy on her?"

"She doesn't learn her lesson. Although I guess that's not really so different, she won't learn anyway. Will you?"

The man turned and slapped her across the face.

"No sir," she gasped.

"So maybe I need to do something different. What's your name, stranger?"

"Nuru."

"Well, Nuru, I'm Zuberi, and this mountain of fuckmeat here is Nyarai. She gets a bee in her bonnet once in awhile and then the only thing to do is to beat her back into submission. Sometimes I think she likes it, 'cause she keeps coming back for more."

"Something different, hmm? What are you thinking?"

"If you're willing, I think we could give this cum dump a good shaming. She can't help being a good fuck, it's just what she is; she'll take anything you've got to throw at her and beg for more. You can see she's already warmed up to the idea," Zuberi said, dragging a finger up the inside of her thigh and putting it to his nose. "Yep, all hot and bothered. Gets off on this stuff if you can believe it; she'll be insufferable if we don't fuck her into a hole in the ground. You in?"

Nuru walked up to the woman, getting his feelings in order. It was all coming into place; she was a masochist, and got off on pain and shame. That being the case...

"What do you think, whore? You want his young dick in you?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"What's that?"

Zuberi grabbed the back of her head, his big hand wrapping all the way around from one ear to the other, forcing her to look Nuru straight in the eye.

"Tell him," he demanded.

"Please... use me," she said.

"Like?"

"Like the dirty slut I am."

"On your knees, slut. Your call, bud; lose the pants if you're in, she's ready anytime. We've been at this a little while."

The man untied a knot on the rope, releasing some slack; Nuru stepped forward as Nyarai squatted on her knees in front of him, bringing her face about eye level.

"Preeee-sent!" Zuberi demanded, pressing a knee into her back and forcing her chest out. "Got quite a rack, hasn't she? Go on, grab a handful."

Nuru watched her face carefully, saw her breath catch as he shook a breast in both hands. It was a great veiny marvel; once he touched it, he couldn't stop. He slapped it gently and she moaned in a sultry voice that was deeper than anything he'd heard before.

"Don't be shy. She can take a lot more of that. Can't you?"

"Yes sir."

Nuru slapped it, watched her chest sway a little bit, in awe.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"Not yet, slut. You'll get his dick when he's good and ready. No rush, Nuru, we're gonna be here all day."

"All day!?" she squealed in protest.

"Don't you fucking sass me, bitch!" He pulled her up by her bound hands and swatted her on the ass like she weighed nothing.

"Gyahh! Sorry sir," she whimpered.

"Damn right, a sorry excuse for a baby maker. Get your ass up in the air and wave it for our guest. Show him what's on offer."

She turned around, twisted her arms one at a time so they were able to bend behind her, then bent forward away from Nuru, putting her red ass and dripping pussy right at chest level. Nuru watched the muscles rippling under her skin, giving him a powerful erection.

"Can I...?" Nuru said.

"Hell, you do anything you like. I doubt if you could hurt her if you tried, put your fist in up to the elbow if you want. She'd like it, anyway, wouldn't you?"

"Mm hmm!" she groaned into his shorts as he pressed his groin into her face.

"I say, fuck her and whatever else until she walks funny. I'm in," Nuru said, dropping his pants.

"Hear that? You're on the hook now. Turn around and show him what your mouth is good for."

The orc had a wicked grin now, and his loincloth was tenting up noticeably.

"Be good to fill that tight twat for once, eh slut?"

"Gods, yes!" she said as she turned back around to face Nuru. The orc untied her hands and made her massage his massive cock with both hands while she opened her mouth wide for Nuru. Her head was bigger than Nuru's, but somehow her mouth fit very comfortably with no danger of rubbing her teeth on him unpleasantly.

"You go ahead and warm her up for me, I'll take her face and then her ass. You can leave a good load in her cunt, she's too small to take me there. Yeah, fuck her face, she can take it."

Nuru held onto her head and all but climbed up on her while thrusting in.

"Hold still, you half-giant cum dump. He can't have you moving around like that!" Zuberi said, grabbing the back of her head again to hold her in place.

Nuru grabbed her eyelids and held them open, forcing her to look up at him.

"That's it, that's how she needs to be treated."

"I've got to try the other end," Nuru said, pulling out.

"Ass up, slut. Bring me your whore mouth," the orcman said.

Zuberi put a hand under her chin, and another behind her head, holding her as he cracked her jaw wide open with his dick and she grabbed onto his knees with her legs spread to bring her ass down to the right level. Nuru lined up behind her and pushed, probing for the right spot. She spread her legs a little wider to lower her pelvis, and then he was able to slip in.

"Holy fuck," Nuru said.

"She finally doing something right? Taking that dick like a good girl?" Zuberi said.

"She's so wet. She really does love this."

Nuru let Nyarai bounce between them, with her throat fucking getting increasingly rough and pushing her back against Nuru and letting his dick slide effortlessly inside her as she rocked forward and backward in her partner's lusty grip. Her pelvic muscles twitched, squeezed, and fluttered on him as her face got destroyed and she came over and over with its raw intensity.

"Fuck, I can't hold it!" Nuru said.

"Let it all out. Shoot all that hot nasty cum in her snatch. It's her purpose in life. Isn't it?"

"Mmmm!" Nyarai agreed, trying to nod but caught in Zuberi's strong hands.

"Bitch, what did I tell you about talking with your mouth full!?" he demanded, yanking her up by the chin to look at him.

"Sorrrrryyyyy oh gods oh gods!"

Zuberi sat cross legged in front of her and held her chin to force her to look him straight in the eye while Nuru pounded away at his own pace to the finish line from behind.

"Is he gonna cum inside you?" Zuberi demanded.

"Yes sir!"

"Is he gonna leave that sperm dripping out of your dirty fuck hole?"

"Yes sir!"

"Are you going to leak that filth out of your vag while I fuck your ass?"

"Yes sir!"

"Squeeze him. Milk him with your cootch."

"Yes sir!"

She began pulsing with Nuru's strokes, holding tighter as he pulled back and relaxing to let him slam hard deep into her. Nuru leaned forward, grabbing onto her love handles for all he was worth and felt her shudder as his own climax burst inside. It took a minute for him to stop spasming and loosen his stiff knees.

"My turn?" Zuberi said, tilting his head to the side to look back at Nuru past Nyarai's head.

"All yours," Nuru panted.

"Right. Face in the dirt, whore."

Zuberi got up and pulled a couple bottles out of a chest full of rope and other interesting items. One of them looked like just a regular health potion. Nyarai obediently lowered her head and got down on her knees while Zuberi lubed himself and her asshole. Nuru sat on a nearby log and watched. Zuberi slowly worked himself in, but got a little impatient and slapped her ass.

"Relax your ass! I'm coming in!"

"You're just so big!"

"You always say that, and you always end up taking me just fine. Don't fight it."

"I can't... kuh... graaah!"

She cried out in pain.

"I said open up!"

Zuberi poured more lube - and a bit of the health potion - on himself as he pushed in and out.

"Oh my god oh my god fuck fuck fuck!!" she screamed.

"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?"

"Yesssss sirrrr!"

"Assume the position!"

She laid down fully on the ground, and he mounted her carefully but forcefully. He got a full head of steam going and Nuru covered his ears but refused to back away as the sound thundered past him. Nyarai started beating on the ground with her fist which Nuru could feel shaking the earth, and her eyes were leaking, but she lifted up to meet Zuberi's thrusts even so. Finally Zuberi himself howled and erupted inside her, spraying out of her ass before he pulled out and shot the last few foamy jets onto her face.

"Look, there's snow on the mountain!" Zuberi boomed with laughter. "Oh wait, something's missing."

He grabbed a handful of leaves and pressed them roughly into her face, making them stick with his cum.

"That's better. More natural."

Zuberi grabbed a massive jug of water out of the chest and laid it on the ground, then sat down next to Nyarai. He put a finger to his lips in Nuru's direction. Nuru nodded; he would wait. The silence was welcome for a change.

Nyarai stirred after several long minutes passed. Zuberi handed her the jug, which she turned up and splashed her face clean with, and drank the remainder.

"Gods below, that was good," she said.

"Get what you needed?" Zuberi said.

"Yes," she said.

"OK if we talk a bit?" Zuberi said.

She nodded, laying her head down in his lap. He stroked her heair gently as he turned to look at Nuru.

"So, I know what that looked like. I want to assure you that she does this willingly. We don't need-"

"Bloody paladins," Nyarai rumbled.

"-any trouble. Paladins don't understand. It's all so black and white to them... She's a half-breed, and I'm an orc, a mutant abomination. We shouldn't even exist, to their eyes, much less find joy in sadistic pleasure. Unmarried, to boot."

"Nothing against them as friends otherwise," Nyarai muttered sleepily. "They just need to stay out of my bedroom."

Zuberi grabbed a few oils and ointments, and started rubbing them into Nyarai's skin and asshole. He poured the rest of the health potion down her throat unexpectedly, and she sat up coughing and laughing.

"Dammit! You get me with that every time!"

He grinned back at her and pulled her in for a kiss, which she returned enthusiastically.

"So if you don't mind me asking..." Nuru said.

"Oh please, ask away," Zuberi said.

"What the hell did I just participate in? I mean, what do you call it, specifically?"

"Just an orc being an orc," Zuberi said. "For my part."

"And, uh... her part?"

Zuberi petted Nyarai's hair out of her eyes.

"What do you think. You want to tell him?"

"No... you say it." She sighed happily and settled in closer to him.

"You sure you don't mind?" he persisted.

"It's OK," she said. "He seems to have an open mind."

"Agreed. In orc culture, if you didn't know, pair bonding usually has an alpha; either the male or the female is dominant, usually physically larger than the other. In my case, obviously, I lean towards being the dominant. Nyarai here is submissive, and that works for both of us. She's a particular kind as well; she gets off on pain and degradation. That part was new to me, but after the rejection of so many factions here in the wider world, it was easy enough for me to embrace the role of wickedness; a caricature of evil, if you will. I became that tyrannical beast from the tribal wastelands, and she's just lapped it up. Now I'm afraid I can't get rid of her."

"Not that you want to," she murmered.

"Hmph. I have my moments. As you may know, orcs don't bond for life; they tend to have handfasting arrangements and service contracts that go for only a few years. But I don't know what I'd do without her. Very few non-orcs will let me get emotionally close, much less the... physical challenges. We're not perfect there, but we make it work. I mentioned that I don't fit in her quim, and it's true. Giants, for all their size, are disproportionate in one thing; their genitals are closer to that of average human size than they are to orcs. I'm told it's something to do with being descendents of a cyclops that struck a breeding arrangement with a human, and created a new race. But who really knows, now."

"So you're not just taking one for the team? You really get off on all that?"

"Yeah. It's hard to find a man that can be rough enough with me. Just haven't got the STR. Or if they do, they don't have the stomach for it. Plus most of them are smaller than me."

"I'm just close enough to 'too big' to really get her juices flowing," Zuberi chuckled.

"Cocky bastard," she smirked.

"And you love it," he shot back.

"So... why here?" Nuru said.

"Ah. I think she could integrate to orcish culture, although she's struggling with the language. But it is not a forgiving life. We live out in desert wastelands, living just barely sustainably. Most of us do not mind; we prefer to have our pride, scraping by where others simply could not make it, proving our fitness as a species beyond any doubt. Yet, I do not agree with all of the traditions. I objected one too many times to the disfiguring of the young, our way of marking our own, and they banished me. As for why here, I can say that much of the world outside the desert is a tropical paradise in comparison, but... this place, this carefully cultivated garden of the young and human - it is safer here. One can let their guard down, with little fear of random encounters, or most of the higher level paladins. We don't live here though, so it's a simple matter if we are discovered to grab our chest and move on before the hunting party arrives."