Chapter 2 Part 2: Pre-Punishment Dispute (NSFW)

When Gibla shut the door to her forge, Alton felt like he could truly breathe again. That beastly lass stood at around four feet tall, but her presence was like that of a goliath. Whether or not he would survive this siege, escape wasn’t an option, nor was equipping himself for an ambush. Alton hardly knew how to handle a knife and his fists were buttery soft.

 For a few seconds, Alton sat on his allocated spot on the floor, breathing deeply. Then he remembered about the thing he saw under Gibla’s bed. That could be an interesting way to pass the time.

He checked under the tiny beds. His head bumped against the frame, scattering specks of ash and dead skin. Once his eyes adjusted, he was able to see the object of interest. He snatched it with one hand and gasped at what he now held.

The iron beast had a pristine head, and a long, veiny shaft. It was disturbing just how detailed the thing was. It measured at just about eleven inches long. It was caked in all sorts of nauseating fluids. Alton was puzzled about how one object could emit such a variety of bestial scents. If this sex toy saw so much use with Gibla alone, what did that make him to her?

Alton decided that this would be the best time to get acquainted with this thing. He laid his torso on the bed and scooted around so that his rear stuck upwards. He slowly pulled down his trousers, and inserted the head of the iron behemoth while stuffing his face into his mistress’ pillow. There was quite a bit of resistance at first, but he was soon able to feed at least an inch or so of the dildo into his bottom.

Alton whimpered into the bed, fighting back the urge to full on moan. Any outward expression of pleasure now, and Gibla would turn that into pain with her entrance. Alton soldiered on in silence, trying to see how far he could go until the iron beast was too brutal towards his insides.

In time, he was able to shove it about three inches deep in his ass. Suddenly, the door began to open. Terrified at the idea of getting caught, he clenched his anus as tight as he could and quickly pulled his pants back up.

“Strag says the dwarves will come to Maldrigg soon.” Gibla said rather nonchalantly.

Alton’s asshole clenched tighter, making him sigh a little. “Oh! What does that mean for us?”

Gibla pauses for a second. “Wait, why are you on my bed? Sit in your spot, slave!”

“Sit? Oh no, I can’t do that.”

“Did you just say no? To your owner? SIT DOWN!”

Alton whimpered as usual then walked over to his slave spot. The moment he sat down, he blurted out a strangled cry, for the dildo rushed farther up his ass then he was ever prepared for. Alton’s cock and battered prostate throbbed with such acute pleasure, he saw dark stars shoot behind his vision.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Gibla asked. “Are you sick or something?”

“Will you abuse me if I tell you the truth?”

“I’ll do it either way, slaaaave.” This last word Gibla spoke with a seductive purr.

Alton swallowed the last bits of his courage before saying, “I peeked under your bed. Saw something I should not have touched. And now it’s in me. I put it in me.”

“You… you are unbelievable, you horny little worm!”

“Forgive me…” Alton finished his pleading with a low whimper.

Gibla shook her head. “Turn around, you little shit. And try to relax or I’ll make this hurt on purpose.”

Alton obeyed, assuming the position that got him into this humiliating mess in the first place. He grit his teeth and felt his cheeks grow red when he felt Gibla touch one of his pale, shivering cheeks. She then plunged the hulking metal beast five inches into his bleeding cavity.

 “I thought you said you wouldn’t make it hurt!” He screamed, his voice now shrill and feminine. “You don’t need to be so painful with it!”

“I’ll show you pain.”

Gibla wiggled the dildo to the left and right, intimately acquainting it with the sides of Alton’s ragged insides. Alton switched between forced screaming and unconscious moaning, enduring the abuse. Even if the pain was an ungodly force thrashing through every nerve in his body, the pleasure underlining Gibla’s torture made his tool rock hard. Against his better judgement, Alton tried to sneak a furtive hand near his cock to rub it, but was quickly rewarded with a splitting slap on his nutsack.

“This is your punishment,” she growled at him. “No pleasure.”

Luckily for the two, Alton’s girlish cries were hidden under the cacophonous brawl happening outside the forge. But no matter what was happening out there, Gibla certainly knew what she wanted to have happen in her forge, her domain. She pulled the dildo out of Alton with little warning, relishing in how his sweet voice gasped. His hole gaped, red and raw from all her abuse. Gibla smiled. Now this was certainly a sight she could get used to!

“Don’t stop,” Alton whispered.

Gibla’s ears twitched. “Come again, slave? Are you giving me orders?”

Alton bit his bottom lip instead of replying. He began to cry at what a terrible mistake he had just made.

“I’ll stop when I damn well please!”

She followed up this promise by slamming the dildo into Alton’s crack. This time it went in with the ease of a sword to its hilt, earning her a wolfish howl of pleasurable agony from Alton.

Gibla continued thrusting the hulking metal beast into Alton’s gaping cavity, until he began to cry in pain and pleasure, his face burning scarlet red at his humiliating punishment. His cock began to throb.

“Oh gods, it’ll get on my bed!” Gibla realized right before Alton let out one last primal moan. He shot his gooey white load all over her ashy grey bed, causing her to fume red with rage.

“Look what you did, you fucking dog!” Gibla roared as she tore the dildo out of Alton’s now blood red asshole. She grabbed Alton’s hair and pointed at the whitish stain that he had made.

“Oh, oh my dear, I d-didn’t mean to cum-”

“I saw that hand. You think you’re clever?”

Gibla stepped on the back of Alton’s head, matting his wavy chestnut hair, rubbing his face in the wet pile of seed. “Clean up your mess, or you’ll have blood n’ teeth to clean up too!”

Alton was instantly repulsed by the smell and taste of his own cum. “N-no, I can’t-”

“Fine, say goodbye to your other head!” Gibla said as she stomped on Alton’s uncut cock with her thick leather boot. Alton weakly wheezed in agony, having blown out his voice. He reluctantly lapped up the tiny puddle he had made on his owner’s bed.

Suddenly, the heavy stone door flew open, and behind it were three young dwarves, blue blood splattered on their chainmail tunic. They brandished broadswords and axes. They could barely process the sight they saw behind the door.

Gibla looked straight at the men, with Alton’s dick still underfoot, and blushed while giving a flustered, toothy grin. Her bladder nearly gave way.

Alton, turned away from the door, continued to lick his puddle, none the wiser. The men and Gibla continued to stare for what felt like hours, all four of them being lost for words.


[THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN IN COLLABORATION WITH VLUIRTY, AKA CHUCKLER, ONE LOVELY BOY.]