Night at the Forge [dwarf x human, femdom, mfm]

Night at the Forge

-note: I treated this as a test to see if I could do a scene with more than two people. Don't take it too seriously; as you can tell by the ending, I sure as hell didn't!-

Halfway up a mountain, near Nuln.

	“This is the place,” said Maximilian.  He hopped out of the saddle and tied his stallion to a nearby tree.  Johan followed suit, crouching down low and meeting him by a bush overlooking the small house.

	“Must be,” he said.  It had taken them hours to ride, and sometimes hike, all of the way up the winding mountain trail.  A faint glow visible through the window and a steady stream of smoke billowing lazily from the chimney was enough to tell them the cottage was occupied.  Johan stole a glance at Maximilian.  They had met two days earlier at a bar in Nuln.  Maximilian was buying drinks for everyone inside, saying he was celebrating a major score, though he was smart enough not to say exactly what that was.

	“How did you find out about this place, anyway?” asked Johan.

	Maximilian drew an ornate wheel-lock pistol from his belt.  The blackened steel was gilded in tiny runes and icons of hammers and anvils.  Even the stock was forged of some sort of metal, the grip was molded to fit a person’s fingers.  Clearly, it was of Dwarven make.

	“Took this of a rich ponce taking a leisurely carriage ride outside the city.  Nearly took my head off, but the bastard wasn’t a very good shot,” he told him.  “See this rune here?” he pointed to a little symbol on the butt.  “When I tried to pawn it, my fence told me this was the mark of a great smith out in these mountains. He said he’d pay handsomely for anything by the maker, so I asked around and found out exactly where he’d set up shop.”

	“Why’d you keep the gun?” asked Johan.  “Something that unique is sure to get you hung if you get caught.”

	“Hanged.”

	“What?”

	“The proper word is ‘hanged,’” said Maximilian.  “But I’m willing to take the risk.  It’s a reeeeeaaaallly good gun.”  He smiled that smile that had won over Johan in the bar.

	“Suit yourself,” said Johan.  “What’s the plan?”

	Maximilian turned and looked back at the cottage, studying it.  After a moment he said, “Looks like a simple setup: two storied cottage, probably with a basement, connected to a forge.  Pretty big forge, too.  The smith is obviously at home, so our best bet is to just go in and shove a pistol in his face.”

	“You sure?  Dwarfs are supposed to be real hardasses.”

	“Oh, come on,” said Maximilian.  “From what I hear, this guy’s about three hundred years old.  I’m surprised he can still lift a hammer.”

	“Do dwarves even live that long?” asked Johan, incredulous.  He knew the old races were long lived, but that sounded ridiculous.  Johan’s own father had died at a ripe old age of forty-two; the oldest man in their village.

	“Don’t know,” said Maximilian.  “Maybe.”

	“Well, then we might as well get started.”

	“Indeed.”



	They found the door to the cottage proper unlocked, so Maximilian went in to scout around.  Johan went around back to try the forge.  That, unfortunately, was shut up tight as a virgin’s cunt.   He heard a series of loud, precise clangs coming from inside at regular intervals.  After a moment, there came the sound of a protracted hiss- it seemed the old greybeard was still working after all.

	Johan looked around and found an open window leading into the attic, probably a vent to let in some cool air.  He shimmied a handy barrel over and, standing on top of it, was just able to reach the lip with his fingers.  After a bit of undignified fumbling, he managed to prop himself up and inside.  The clanging continued, so at least he hadn’t made too much noise.

	The forge itself wasn’t at all what he expected.  For one thing, it was spotlessly clean and impeccably organized.  Bins of raw ore, ingots and various other supplies were all clearly marked and labeled.  At least, he figured they were labeled (he couldn’t read the runes), but one was filled with iron and another with what looked like brass or something.  One entire wall was covered in hundreds of hammers and tongs and chisels of various sizes, all pinned neatly to pegs.

	Johan crawled over to the edge of the attic platform and tried to spot their target.  He saw the figure, short and stocky, bent over an anvil and striking a piece of glowing steel with a hammer in slow, deliberate strokes.  The angle was bad and he could only catch a glimpse of what was being made, but looked to some sort of tube about a foot long, thicker on one side than the other, with bulblike bits on each end.  Maybe some sort of pistol handle or club?  After a dozen or so blows, the figure shoved the steel back into the flames and took a step back, reaching for a mug and taking a deep and greedy gulp.  Then he moved over to a large bellows and pumped the lever to enflame the coal.

	Motion in the other direction caught Johan’s eye.  He adjusted his view and saw Maximilian entering through another door.  He waved and caught Maximilian’s attention.  The other thief signaled for Johan to come down and approach the dwarf from another angle.

	Johan climbed down a nearby later, careful not to make any noise.  The dwarf had returned to beating the steel as he crouched next to a bin of iron sheets.  He didn’t have a pistol like Maximilian, but took out a wooden club with a steel bit at the head.  If everything went to plan, he wouldn’t need to actually use the thing.  Maximilian wasn’t making his move yet, so Johan assumed he was waiting for the smith to put down the white hot metal rod.  Probably a good idea.

	In the meantime, Johan got a better look at the mark.  His hair was a dark red and tied back in a ponytail to keep it away from the flames.  He was facing the other direction, and Johan wondered if he did something similar with his beard.  His arms were thick, but hardly the bulging masses of muscle he had half expected of a dwarf.  In fact, that about described the whole picture, really: thick, almost to the point of plumpness, but not hard looking or bulky at all.  Johan smiled, the smith had run to plumpness in his old age; that would make this all easier.  His protective apron looked to be wound all the way around his body, making it look like he wore a dress.

	Eventually, the steel was shoved back into the fire and the dwarf was taking another drink.  As it passed back into the flames, Johan could see it was bent slightly and had a small bulge about a third of the way down the tube.  It must be the handle and stock for another pistol, though he thought he was still too straight for that.  He moved up to the bellows and started pumping.

	“Don’t. Move. A. Muscle.”  Maximilian came out from behind the bellows, pointing his stolen pistol at the smith’s back.  He had tied a black bandana with eye slits cut into the fabric around his face as a disguise.  Johan cursed his lack of foresight and resolved to stay in the shadows.  He hefted his club and stood up as well.

	The smith slowly placed the mug back on the table and turned around, placing his hands on his hips as though annoyed.  Somehow, being threatened at gunpoint didn’t seem to bother him any more than that.  He wore a facemask with darkened glass to protect him from sparks.  He also wore a leather apron that seemed to be struggling to contain a sizeable pair of breasts.

	“Wait a second,” mumbled Johan.  Something wasn’t right.

	The smith lifted a hand to the facemask and pulled it off, revealing a sweaty, beardless face that most certainly did not belong to a man; dwarf or not.  She had a light set of freckled sprinkled across her nose and cheeks, cheeks that were as near-plump as the rest of her body.  Her lips were curled into a sneer, somewhere between annoyance and contemptuous pity.  It turned out the smith actually WAS wearing a dress.

	“And what do you think you’re doing here?” she asked.

	“Err…” Maximilian shifted his weight from one foot to the other.  “We’re robbing you, miss.”

	“Why?”

	Maximilian looked at Johan.  The dwarf girl looked at Johan.  Johan and the dwarf looked at Maximilian.

	“This IS the place where this pistol was made, isn’t it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

	“I can’t tell from over there, come closer,” she said in a voice that told them how little she regarded his intelligence.

	Maximilian ground his teeth so hard Johan thought he would crack them into pieces.  He stomped forward and shoved the pistol right into the dwarf’s cheek.  She didn’t move or so much as change position, but eyed the piece briefly before giving the bandit a withering stare.

	“It took us eight and a half gods-damned hours to ride all the way up this fucking mountain, so I’m not going to take any of your bullshit!”  Maximilian pressed the pistol into her cheek a little harder.  “Is this the forge or not?!”

	She just stared at him for a second, glanced at Johan for a second longer, and said, “Yes.”

	“Oh, so you made all this?”

	“Of course not, trees-for-brains,” she said.  “I’m Hilda, the apprentice.”

	“And where’s the master?”

	“Pa won’t be back until tomorrow.  He took all this month’s wares to market in Nuln.”  She sneered at him victoriously.

	Maximilian’s shoulders slumped a bit before he puffed up his chest and tried to match her stare.  “I highly doubt he took everything of value with him,” he said.  “But even if you’re not lying-“

	“Dwarves don’t lie, manling,” the dwarf’s voice was frosty with malice.

	“Well, I’m sure as hell not going to go home empty handed!” said Maximilian.  He lowered the pistol slightly, slowly tracing down the curves of her body.  She tensed and bit her lip, but didn’t act.  Grinning wickedly, pointed the barrel of the pistol directly in the center of her left breast and prodded it.  “I think this will do nicely,” he said.

	“Johan!”

	“Y-yeah?

	“Get over here.”

	“Max, listen.  I don’t think we should be-“

	Maximilian turned his head and drew in a breath to shout at Johan when the dwarf’s fist slammed into his solar plexus and dropped him to ground.  His hands moved to his chest and the dwarf kicked him onto his back, following up by stepping on his hands until he yelped in pain.   She snatched it away and tossed it in the air, catching it by the handle and aiming it at Johan’s chest.

	“Thieves AND rapists?” she said.  “You men make me sick.  Get over here, longshanks.”

	Johan dropped his club and stuck his hands in the air.  The dwarf waved him over to Maximilian and tossed him a leather thong, ordering him to tie his partner in crime’s hands behind his back.  He tried to leave the bindings loose, but the dwarf girl checked them when he was ‘done’ and gave him a wack over the head for his troubles.  She then had him do it again, correctly.  Maximilian, for his part, simply sat on the ground and brooded.  She then slid the pistol into her belt and did the same to Johan, binding him none too gently.

	The two would-be-robbers sat crossed legged and nervous.  The young dwarf girl paced back and forth like a vindictive schoolmaster.  Maximilian was staring at the ground, but Johan couldn’t help but notice how the dwarf… bounced, a little, as she walked.  He started to blush and her head whipped around like a cat catching sight of a scurrying mouse.

	“And what are you looking at, raper?”

	“I-I didn’t-” he started.

	“Don’t give me that,” she said, slapping him across the jaw and knocking on his side.  “You two come into the home of an innocent young maid with the intent to rob her blind, then try to rape her when there isn’t a damn thing to steal!”  She puffed up her chest, something Johan rather appreciated, and started to tap her foot.  “I should drag you all the way back to Nuln to be hanged.”

	Johan tried not to notice Maximilian’s smirk.

	“Or I could just keep you here until Pa gets back.”  She was idly tapping a finger to her chin as though musing about what to order at a restaurant.  “Have you ever seen a dwarf with a grudge?”

	They both shook their heads no, but she wasn’t even paying attention to them.

	“Well,” Hilda said, “I can assure you it’s nothing compared to a dwarf FATHER with a grudge concerning his ONLY daughter.”

	Their eyes grew wide and they shot each other worried glances.

	Suddenly the dwarf’s head popped up like she had just remembered something.  She turned around and sprang over to the forge, moving faster than Johan thought someone of her shape could move.  After snapping up the tongs she pulled the steel tube out of the charcoal, the metal burning a bright orange.

	Johan and Maximilian screeched and tried to clamor away, tripping over their feet and falling over in their haste to rise.  Then they heard the dwarf give a hearty, full-chested below of a laugh and a loud hiss as the steel hit water.  Johan calmed down enough to turn around in time to see her toss her hammer under handed in their direction.  He ducked, but the tool flew past him and hit Maximilian in the back.  The blow wasn’t hard, the hammer being fairly small, but it caught him off guard.  He fell to the ground face first.

	“Oh no you don’t,” she said.  “You’re staying here until I’m done with you.”  She walked over to Maximilian, telling Johan to, “Stay,” like he was a dog.  The smith pinched the thief’s ear and pulled him into an almost-standing position, dragging him back towards the forge.  She took a hook hanging from a chain and attacked Maximilian to it by his bindings.  Then she cranked a lever and he was raised onto his toes, balancing painfully. She slowly marched around him, appraising what she saw.  As she passed him she gave him a poke in the
ribs, causing him to flinch to the side and almost losing his already tenuous footing.  She giggled.

	“Before we begin,” she said, “I’m going to lay down some ground rules.”  Her mischievous grin widened.  “You will refer to me as… Mistress Hilda.  I will refer to you,” she pocked Maximilian in the ribs, “as Gobbo.”  She turned to Johan.  “You will be called… Twig.”  As Johan sat there, trying to digest this sudden, horrifying reversal of fortunes, the dwarf girl returned her attention to Maximilian.

	She slapped her hand up against his groin and gave it a squeeze.  Max tensed and moaned in pain.  Hilda kept her hand there, massaging the area and tugging at it.  “You have balls to come here and threaten me,” she said, “but I doubt you have the equipment to carry through.”  Hilda barely reached the middle of his chest and so had easy access to his belt as she undid the latch and pulled down his trousers.  She slowly pulled the string of his codpiece and it too fell to the ground.

	Johan tried to look away, but couldn’t bring him to avert his eyes.  Besides, he thought, he needed to be prepared for whatever she was going to do to him.

	“You call this a prick?” she asked scornfully.  “I’ve seen goats more endowed.  Maybe I should have just let you have your way with me, I wouldn’t have even noticed!”  Maximilian bit down a retort as Hilda started gently tugging on his flaccid penis.  With her other hand, she cupped his testicles and shifted them in her hand like they were a pair of dice.  After a moment she started to pump her hand up and down as he hardened under her touch.

	“Better,” she said, “much better.  But still nothing to be proud about.”  Hilda rubbed the head of his penis with her thumb, tugging at the layer of skin covering it.  “It’s barely thicker than my big toe!”

	Maximilian tried to say something, but a timely squeeze from Hilda cut him off.  “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”  She returned to jacking him off, pumping his penis up and down faster and faster.  Max started to twitch and squirm, struggling to remain standing.  Hilda’s eyes had grown wide as saucers and she was visibly starting to pant.  Johan shifted nervously and felt his own heartbeat quickening.

	Hilda licked her lower lip and leaned forward, inching towards Maximilian’s erection.  Her mouth opened and she hovered just above him.  Whining pitifully, Maximilian tried to rock forward towards her lips.  She pulled back and pursed her lips together, blowing heavily across his foreskin but doing nothing else.  Max looked as though he was about to tear up.

“Oh, don’t be so silly, Twig,” she said.  “You’re being punished, remember?”  She slowed the pace of her hand until she had all but stopped.

	Johan shifted again, then started as he saw Hilda looking in his direction with a wide grin spread across her face.  It looked as though her freckles were glowing.

	“Now that looks like something I might be interested in.”  Following her gaze, he looked down between his legs.  He moaned as he noticed the bulge in his pants.

	Hilda sauntered over to the prone thief, leaving Maximilian all but hanging in the air with a throbbing erection twitching in the wind.  The exasperated look on his face would have been comical under other circumstances.
Johan tried to bring his legs together but Hilda stamped down between them with a heavy thud of her boot.  She smirked and shook her head.  Reluctantly, he spread his legs apart, looking away as best he could.

	Hilda eased her right foot out of the heavy work boots she wore.  She kicked it aside and repeated the process with the other foot.  When she finished, Hilda snapped her fingers and forced Johan to look into her eyes.  They were brown and overflowing with amusement.

	“Please,” he begged.  “I wasn’t going to do anything!  I-I tried to stop him, remember?!”  Johan tried to force as much fear and pleading into his eyes as possible.  It only seemed to excite her more.

	She gently placed the ball of her foot on the bulge between his legs, pressing down lightly.  He tried to squirm away, but one look at Hilda’s face stopped him cold.  His throbbing was growing painful, and he tried desperately to look as though he wasn’t enjoying the pressure she was applying.  She began to rub it up and down, curling her thick toes around the outline of his shaft.  The feel of the fabric being pressed into his skin was driving him insane.  His spine arced and he fell backwards onto the ground.  Johan’s body tensed and he felts his toes curling.

	Hilda laughed her hearty laugh again.  “Now that’s a reaction!” she chirped happily.  She squatted down in front of Johan, but to his thinly veiled disappointment her dress spread wide enough that he couldn’t see anything.  She kept grinning as her hands reached out and took hold of each side of his trousers.  “Lift up, Twig,” she commanded.  With far less reluctance than he actually felt, Johan lifted up and she pulled his pants down to his knees.

	“I’m actually impressed,” she said, sounding genuine.  He wasn’t as long as Maximilian, but was considerably thicker.  When Hilda wrapped her fingers around his shaft, one at a time, Johan twitched wildly.  She giggled and squeezed down harder.

	“Sigmar, help me,” he mumbled.

	“He can’t do anything for you here, Twig.”  Hilda smiled at him and said, “But I can.”

	Johan lifted his head just in time to see her head surge forward and her open mouth swallow up his cock.  He gasped as he felt her tongue wriggle, exploring the shape and contour of him.  Slowly, she pulled her head upwards and, lips pressing tight around his shaft, licked little circles all the way up.  Hilda stopped when only his head remained in her mouth.  She began to flick her tongue around the loose skin, probing and sliding across its surface.

	“What’re yo-” he began as she started to suck on the skin and pull it deeper into her throat.  He stopped caring about the pain digging into his wrists or the shame of having his would-be partner in crime watching as her tongue pressed forward into the hole at the center of his foreskin, peeling it off his glans and causing his entire body to spasm in waves of pleasure.

	Then Hilda began to stand.

	“Oh, gods,” he said, “please don’t stop!”

	“I’m the one supposed to be having fun here, Twig,” she told him while walking over to a storage shelf and pulled down a box, hefting it over to Johan and dropping it in front of him.  He struggled onto his knees and watched as Hilda leaned down and grabbed up the hem of her dress.

	Johan’s eyes were bulging so large he felt that he wouldn’t be able to close them ever again:  Hilda was slowly pulling up her skirt.  Her toes flexed as the fabric exposed her angles and meaty shins.  Johan gulped as her knees came into view, followed shortly by a pair of thick, healthy thighs.  He cursed under his breath when she began to tie off her dress around her waist; her smith’s apron was still on and it covered her most interesting bits.  He felt his penis throb and twitch as he longed to leap forward and shove it in her.

	Once she was done tying her dress in place she stepped up onto the box, crooking her finger to draw Johan closer.  He hobbled forward on his knees, noticing as he edged nearer that she was shooting a mocking grin in Maximilian’s direction.  His eyes were bulging as wide as Johan’s and was all but drooling as they washed across Hilda.  Maximilian’s cock has bulged even larger and was colouring a dark red as it throbbed and twitched.  Johan realized that the other thief now had an unobscured view of their tormentor’s bare ass.  His cheeks enflamed with jealousy and he waddled forward even faster, though the trousers collecting at his knees keep slowing him down.
His head nudged into Hilda and she quickly grabbed his hair with both hands, pulling at it painfully.  “Whoa, there fella,” she said, amused.  “You’re an eager one, ain’cha?”

	Without another word she flipped the leather apron over his head and pulled him between her legs with arms far stronger than he could have imagined.  His mouth was pressed against a slippery wet mass and moisture flooded into his nose.  He started to choke as she pulled him in closer.
“Lick!” she commanded.

	Johan forced his mouth open and it was as though somehow had poured a thick stew down his throat.  His nose was pressed up into a thick nest of hair and his breathe bubbled into the moisture that filled them, congealing into the air and forming what felt like a moist patch of moss.  Johan stuck his tongue out straight ahead, desperately trying to shove it into the hole he knew had to be around there, somewhere.
His head exploded in pain as she cuffed him on the ear.

	“I said lick!”  Hilda wrenched his head to the side by his scalp and shook him a bit.  “Pretend you’re a dog!  Wide tongue, wide tongue!”

	Before he could reply with his assent she had shoved him back towards her lips and he was struggling to breathe again.  He spread his tongue as wide as possible and slurped it from the bottom of her slit to the top, slowly.  Hilda tensed and pulled at his hair harder.  With that, he began to bury himself into her, licking up and up and up, spreading his tongue over as much of her as he could.  She actually squealed a little and began to rock her pelvis towards him unconsciously.

	His tongue slipped and came across her left labia more than the right and he felt her legs begin to tremble.

	“There, there, there!” she cried.  “Keep doing that!”

	Johan quickened his pace and tore into that spot with as much gusto as he could muster, only for her to pop him on the top of the head.

	“No!” she said.  “When I tell you to keep going, you do it EXACTLY like that! Don’t change it up!”

	He tried to nod, but that only stuck his nose deeper into her hair.  Johan tilted his head so he could keep going at her with the angle she liked and tried to find the speed he used earlier.  After a moment she wheezed out an extended, “Yessssssssssssssssssssss.”  He kept his pace regular and went to work.  A slight twist moving at just. That. Speed.  No more or less.

	After a few minutes of this Hilda sounded as though she was chocking.  Her hands squeezed into his hair and she began to fall back.  Johan tried to catch her, but his hands were still bound.  She fumbled off the box and back stepped into the bellows, catching herself there and panting deeply.  Johan waited on his knees, careful not anger her by ruining the mood.

	Hilda took several deep breaths and then walked over to the water barrel.  She shoved her head inside and left it there for a moment or two.  Then her head erupted from the water like a sea dragon and she shook her head wildly, spraying the area with droplets.  The water soaked into the top of her blouse and the moisture revealed just enough for Johan to make out the very minimum of a hint of her nipples.  He stretched his neck to try and get a better look, but fell over.

	She turned to see what had happened and laughed.  He averted his gaze and blushed.  Still chuckling, Hilda stuck her arm into the water and pulled out the piece of metal from earlier.  Before Johan could get a look at it, she turned and walked to a workbench in the corner of the forge.  His eyebrows rose as a smile spread across his face.  He watched her bare cheeks sway in the most lovely and inviting manner as she sauntered away.  Johan’s dick twitched up and down in appreciation for the view.

	Hilda stayed back there for several minutes, fiddling with the metal and doing something with a knife and several pieces of leather.  She walked back carrying a triangular piece of soft leather and the newly polished steel rod.  It was about a foot long and slightly curved with a bulblike shape on each end.  A third of the way down length of the shaft there was another little bulge.  Johan and Maximilian both gulped nervously.
Hilda’s lips were twisted into a cruel grin that sent ice water through Johan’s veins.

	“Now,” she said, “the REAL fun begins.”  With that, she pulled a cord on her apron and it fell to the ground.  Johan had just enough time to drool and gawk at the engorged, reddened lips of her vagina and the thick carpet of red hair before his breath caught in his throat.

	Hilda took the metal rod in her hand and grasped it by the longer edge, pointing the shorter piece towards her groin. “You know, you two knuckle-heads have an amazing sense of timing,” she said as she slowly pressed the smooth metal between her lips.  She gasped as it entered her, then pushed until the bulge was pressed up against her labia.  “When I designed this,” she told them, “I thought it would be YEARS before I got a chance to test it out.”  It made her look like she had a massive erection; the shaft was larger than either of the thieves’.
Johan glanced nervously at Maximilian, who was hanging from the hook with a blank look on his face.  He contemplated making a run for it, but he had personally seen her skill with thrown weapons, and the doors were locked, anyway.  He started to shake.

	Meanwhile, Hilda was taking the leather triangle and holding it up to the edge of her artificial penis.  Apparently there was a slit cut into its center, the tip of the shaft pocked through and in a moment she was lashing leather thongs to the three edges of the triangle.  She tied them together behind her back and from up and under her sex.

	Hilda stood watching the two bound thieves, stroking the metal shaft she had forced for herself.

	“This just isn’t your day,” she said, walking towards Johan’s shivering form.  As she stepped up to him she grasped him by the hair and pulled him towards her.  “I need to borrow some lubrication,” she said.  She gently eased towards his mouth.  He looked up at her pleadingly, but she shook her head.  With a resigned sigh, he put his lips against the metal bulge.  Hilda rocked her hips forward and it passed into his mouth, quickly hitting the back of his throat.  Johan pulled back, chocking.

	Hilda flicked the tip of her fake member, nodding at the layer of saliva with obvious satisfaction.  Then she stomped her foot and pointed, startling Johan to the floor.  But she wasn’t pointing at him, she was pointing at Maximilian.

	He started to shudder and pull at the chain, desperate to get away.  Hilda marched towards him at a brisk pace, pumping at the shaft between her legs as she went.  Maximilian tried to kick out at her, but she caught his leg easily and pushed him upwards.  He fell back and cried out as his arms were twisted back.  She punched him in the stomach.  As he reeled from the blow, she unhooked him and let him fall to the floor.

	Without waiting for him to recover, she rolled him onto his chest then pulled up his rear until he was backed up on his knees.  With one hand she pressed down on his back, pressing his face into the ground, then wiggled the tip of her steel shaft against his puckering anus.

	“Please…” he said in a whisper, tears streaming down his face.

	She pressed forward and Maximilian started to claw at the stone floor.  He gasped as the metal shaft eased into his anus.  After a few, agonizing seconds, the leather strip covering Hilda’s sex was pressed up against Maximilian’s ass cheeks.

	Hilda let her victim catch his breath before slowly pulling back and humping into him again. And again. And again.  Soon, she was pumping into him at a steady, rapid pace.  He let out a little grunt each time she pressed forward.  Every now and then she would slap one of his ass cheeks and ask if he liked it.  Soon both buttocks were bright red from the blows.

	“Dumbass!” she said.

	After a second of her pumping into Maximilian without saying anything else, Johan realized she was talking to him.

	“Y-yes?”

	“Get your dick over here!”

	He stayed still, to scared to move.

	She fingered the handle of the pistol she had taken off Maximilian when they tried to rob her.  “That means now, Twig.”

	Again, Johan struggled to his feet and waddled over to her.  He was slowed by his fear and the fact that his trousers were still around his ankles, kept there by his boots.  Johan reluctantly took position next to the female dwarf as she reemed his partner in the ass, trying not to watch.

	She glanced at him and sighed.  “Floppy already?” she said.  “That won’t do at all.”  Almost bored in her manner, she reached over and started to rub his penis with her hand.  When he had stiffened sufficiently, she grabbed him up and began to pump him up and down.  Evidently not satisfied with the pace, she took a moment from humping Maximilian to lean over and take Johan in her mouth again.

	Hilda spun her tongue around the head of his cock in a rapid, miniature hurricane of heat and slippery flesh.  Johan clenched his eyes shut and rocked forward, lost in the sensations coming from his shaft.
“Stop,” said Hilda.  She leaned back over continued to fuck Maximilian.  With one hand, she reached behind her and pulled one of her cheeks aside.  “Get to work,” she told him.

	Johan blinked in surprise, he just couldn’t believe his ears.  She shot him an annoyed glance and he all but fell over trying to get behind her.  He pushed his penis forward, but stopped.

	“Err…”

	“Whats- wrong- dumb –ass?”  Each word was cut short by a thrust.

	“There’s only one-” he began.

	“I know!” she shouted, grabbing his member with her hand and guiding him towards her puckering anus.
That was all the prompting he needed.  Without another word he let his body fall forwards.  The head of his penis stalled at her anus, but she pushed back into him as she prepared for another thrust into Maximizing.
Johan slipped into her and shuddered as spasms of pleasure lashed through his body.  The heat from inside her felt as though it would melt him.  He was so sensitive he couldn’t even move, but he didn’t have too. Beneath him, Hilda was pumping back and forth like a wild horse; into Maximilian with her steel cock with one movement and then back onto Johan’s with another.  Johan could actually feel the piece of the steel in Hilda’s cunt twitch up and down as she humped and fucked them both into submission.

	Maximilian had grown quite, so Hilda reached around and grabbed his penis.  Johan was a little surprised that he was still erect, but soon he was moaning again as Hilda pumped him with her hand while simultaneously pumping with her metal dick.

	Their three bodies rocked and rolled together.  Their sweaty bodies heaved as one.  Maximilian was the first to break.  He cried out into the air incoherently as is body twitched out of control.  Hilda’s hand grew sticky as his sputtering semen slicked over his hand and dripped onto the floor.  His twitching caused the metal cock inside Hilda to begin to vibrate.  She held onto him as she gasped for air.  Her chest heaved up and down and her body spasmed.  She lost control of her legs and fell over on top of Maximilian.  Her ass twitched and flexed over Johan’s dick and soon he was joining the others on the ground.  Johan pressed as far into Hilda as he could get as he came inside her.  The heat of his cum pouring inside her made Hilda buck forward again, eliciting another whine from Maximilian.

	They lay there for a moment, sweating and breathing deeply.

	“The hell is going on in here?!” roared a voice from the doorway.

	Johan managed to lift his head enough to see a burly, white bearded figure stomping towards them.  This was the dwarf he had originally pictured: a long, bushy beard tucked into his belt; a chest almost as wide as he was tall, and arms like tree trunks.  He looked like nothing less than a walking white barrel arms.

	“Hilda! How many times do you I have to tell not to do this crap in my forge!”  He stood over his daughter and the two bottomless humans and simply shook his head.  “Pegged by a metal dick?  Max, you are one sick son of a bitch.”
“I know,” he said, grinning like an idiot.

	“What the hell is going on?” asked Johan.

	“Max got you to help him rob the place, right?” asked the dwarf.

	“Err… yes?”

	“They’ve been doing this since they got married,” he explained.  “This slut of a human has perverted my daughter to the point where she can’t get off unless they pull something like this.  I catch them at it at least once a week.”  He turned to his daughter and snorted.  “What would your mother say, young lady?”

	“Can I have a go at ‘em?” she said meekly.

	“Good point,” said the old dwarf.  “Thank the ancestors she won’t be back until tomorrow.”

	Max turned to Johan.  “You’d really love her,” he said.  “Her tits are bigger than Hilda’s!”

	The grumpy smith gave him a weak kick to stomach.

	“What?” he gasped.

	“He’s right, isn’t he?” said Hilda.

	“Well, you’ve got me there.”  The smith turned to Johan.  “They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?”

	“No,” he said.  “But I swear, this is the third strangest thing to happen to me this week.”

	“You’ll have to tell us about the other two,” said the dwarf.  “Over breakfast.”

	“Yay,” said Max and Hilda in stereo. “Waffles!”