Master's Path: Madame de Lucreaux

Master's Path: Madame de Lucreaux


Chapter 3: Used


Helene was mercifully silent for the next two hours, as any time she tried to speak, Garshan bounced her hard on his shoulder, knocking all the wind out of her again. Finally, she ceased trying and simply bided her time. He had to stop sometime, and then she'd let him have it again. She'd find a way out of this. No brutish, stupid mercenary who wasn't even fully human was going to make her a slave.

For his part, Garshan didn't speak, and didn't do anything to her unless she tried to scream at him. He was focused on finding a good place to hide. A woman as powerful as this one would have people looking for her, it was true. They darted through the forest for the better part of the day before he stumbled upon a place that was perfect for his purposes. It was a cave set in a small hill. The entrance was clear, but difficult to see if your eyes were not as good as his. Garshan paused, and then lowered Helene to the ground.

"So, has your lust finally overwhelmed your cowardice?" she spat at him. "Do you take me now, regardless of how much you fear what's coming to you?" Garshan shook his head in disbelief. Did she really think he was running because he was AFRAID? Of course not. It simply wouldn't be smart to stay behind at a scene like the one they'd left. As a half-orc, he was automatically assumed to be guilty in any circumstances, and besides, fighting off a legion of soldiers cut into the time he wanted to spend enjoying her.

"Watch your mouth," he growled, holding both her wrists in one of his big hands. With the other, he tore the remains of her dress off. She didn't scream like a less worldy woman might have. Instead she gave him a haughty, hate-filled look and stood tall, displaying herself.

"Take a good look, brute. This is the kind of woman that will never love you, and that you could never have unless you forced her like the beast you are." He growled again and shoved her back against the trunk of an enormous tree.

"Shut up!" he said, pinning her to the tree while he tore her dress into strips. When it was shredded, he used the strips to tie her hand and foot, making the knots far too tight to resist. Helene laughed scornfully.

"Do you lack the courage to even rape me forcibly? Must you tie me so I'm completely incapable of resisting?"

With a snarl, he covered her mouth with his iron hand and used the last two strips to make a gag for her, shoving it roughly between her lips. Her eyes widened and she cursed him incoherently through the fabric, but the sounds were muffled, and easily ignored.

"Finally," he said, staring down at her. "You're harder to shut up than an angry banshee. Stay here, wench." He grinned and reached down, giving her ass a firm squeeze that made her struggle against the bonds, her eyes flashing. "I'll be right back." Turning away, Garshan picked up his axe and made his way into the cave. This time of year, there was always the danger that something had taken up residence in it's depths. But a few minutes inspection showed that it was empty, and that it was even better for his purposes than he'd dared hope, for a spring ran through it that was large and deep enough to bathe in. Perfect. Returning to the entrance, he laughed as he saw his captive. While he was gone, she had thrashed about trying to escape, and had ended on on her side, her face pressed into the dirt and her bottom in the air. She resumed the thrashing when she saw him, but he easily overcame her struggles, picking her up and carrying her into the cave.

"Here we are," he said, dumping her on the ground. "Home. For the next few months, anyway." Striding to the other side of the cave, he laid his pack and his axe down, then came back to her. With a few quick yanks, he tore the strips binding her and then, with some reluctance, removed the gag from her mouth.

"Worthless orcspawn!" she screeched as soon as she was free. "You can't treat me like this!" The woman lurched off the ground with surprising speed and came at him. Apparently, the indignity of being tied naked in the middle of the forest had overcome her self-preservation. All the better. He'd enjoy disciplining her. Her nails went for his eyes, but he caught her hands and shoved her back against the wall. Without missing a beat, she brought her knee into his groin, hitting with a very surprising force. No pampered noble, this one. She knew how to fight back. Garshan growled in pain, drawing back a bit, and she managed to worm one hand out of his grasp in his momentary lapse of concentration. Lashing out, she hit him as hard as she could across his square jaw. Unfortunately, as hard as she could was not nearly hard enough to even faze a man as tough as Garshan. He took the blow with a grunt and then caught her hands and spun her around, pressing her face against the cave wall.

"Now you'll learn some respect, bitch!" he roared. Both her wrists went into one of his hands again, and the other landed on her bottom with bruising force. She cried out in pain and anger, railing at him at the top of her impressive lungs.

"How DARE you. . . ah! How dare you treat me like this! When I am free I'll have you killed with a thousand different tortures! I'll cut you up and feed you to dogs! Oh! Let me GO!" She thrashed harder as his spankings slowly turned her bottom a rosy red. "Filth! Animal! Bastard! Your mother be cursed for ever spawning you! Oh!" She tried to angle her leg back and kick him, but he placed his own leg across both of hers and prevented her from moving. Helene went on, shouting ever more vicious imprecations at him, until finally, he threw her down to her knees.

"Slut!" he snarled. "I'll give you a use for that mouth!" Helene laughed scornfully as he began undoing his pants.

"Go ahead and try!" she spat. "I'll bite your meager manhood off and spit it in the dust!"

A gleam came into his eye, and he laughed with just as much scorn as she had. "Meager manhood? You've never seen my equal, wench, I guarantee it."

Helene opened her mouth to retort, but the retort died on her lips as he pushed his pants down and his cock sprang out. Unsurprisingly, it was rock hard from beating her, but the surprise was in it's prodigious size. In all her years as both a whore and a seller of whores, she'd never seen one so thick, and only one that was longer, if only by a fraction of an inch. He was enormous, but also pleasing to the eye, straight and perfectly perportioned. She stared at it for a moment, and then glared back up at him, but some of her fire was gone.

"So you have the cock of the horse you have the intelligence of. It changes nothing. Put that thing in my mouth, and I'll bite it off."

In answer, he yanked her off the wall and threw her to the floor on her back, knocking the breath from her. Before she could get enough back to speak, he had taken one of the strips of her dress and tied her wrists securely, leaving a long piece of silk dangling from them. Grabbing that, Garshan dragged her across the sandy floor of the cave, while she kicked, sputtered, and cursed. Near the middle of the cavern was a piece of stone jutting from the floor, and he looped the rope over that, knotting it tightly and leaving her bound like a dog to a peg. Then he came around and lowered himself atop her. Despite herself, Helene felt a stirring. He was warm, strong, and very male as he pinned her to the ground. Once, she had been able to enjoy being dominated like this. . . but that was in the past, and she was the one who dominated now! He couldn't do this to her!

"Get off me," she said, her voice low, so angry that shouts would not suffice. "Or I will make you suffer."

He laughed. "You're going to do that anyway, if by some miracle you escape. So I'll just enjoy myself while I can." With that, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and began to lick and suckle them. She snarled furiously and jerked her body left and right, trying to get the lush orbs away from him, but she was to tightly bound to the spire of stone, and she couldn't get away. As his attentions went on, it grew harder to think, because this brute was far, far too good with his tongue for a selfish mercenary. Long and strong, that wicked tongue tickled all the right places on her breasts, swirled and flicked her nipples in precisely the right way, and caused heat to slowly build in her body, entirely against her will.

"Stop. . ." she said, the force of her voice weakening. How did he know how to torment her like this? He was a rapist, a man who forced women just for his own pleasure! He shouldn't be able to do this to her! Ignoring her pleas, Garshan kept licking her breasts for several more minutes. They were truly wonderful tits, and he could have played with them for hours. But his cock was throbbing between his legs, and it was time for his pleasure. Rising up, he straddled her stomach and laid his massive cock between those big breasts. Helene's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing, and her efforts to buck him off redoubled, despite her helpless arousal. He couldn't! This was a degradation she'd never stood for, even in her loosest days as a whore. The bastard!

Garshan saw the fire in her eyes, and he laughed as she began screeching at him again. She could yell all she liked. He could smell the female arousal beginning to grow between her legs. She was enjoying this. Covering her breasts with his hands, the half-orc pressed them to either side of his shaft and began sliding his cock back and forth between them. The feel of their hot, firm flesh, slick with his saliva, on either side of his penis was exquisite, and he focused on it to the exclusion of all else.

Helene couldn't believe this was happening. She, a powerful, feared woman, was being taken like a peasant girl! She, an experienced, jaded courtesan, was being helplessly aroused like a virgin by this brute! The feel of his strong hands on her breasts made her groan, and the sight of the wide head of his manhood, sliding in and out of her cleavage, so teasingly close to her lips, was delicious, much as she tried to convince herself it was disgusting. She watched helplessly as he went faster and faster, feeling the warm hardness of his cock and the soft, heavy warmth of his balls as they moved back and forth on her body. As he grew more aroused, she saw the drops beginning to bubble from his tip, and against her will, her mouth opened to taste one. It was musky and sweet, much better than the vast majority of men she'd tasted, and soon she was flicking her tongue at him with every stroke. Damn him. Why was he affecting her this way! He was a monster, he was a half-orc, he was. . . impossible to resist. His growls as she licked his tip were exquisite, and soon she was working with him to pleasure that magnificent cock.

"Yes!" he said, his voice an inhuman growl, and suddenly his cock exploded all across her face. Thick, white seed splashed out, coating her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and filling her open, waiting mouth. His cum tasted as good as she'd hoped, absolutely delicious, and she swallowed as much as she could, pulling the head of his cock into her mouth and sucking it dry. Garshan groaned as she sucked him, and despite herself she felt a rush of satisfaction. He might be strong enough to slay trolls singlehanded and capture even her, but the skills of her mouth had made him weak, just as they did to all men. She kept sucking, flicking him with her tongue, and he gasped before pulling away, much to her disappoint. . . her relief.

"Let me up," she said, her voice husky. "Release me." Her eyes bored into his, and the sight of so much spirit on her face even when she was splattered with his seed was marvelously arousing. Garshan growled and slid his body down hers.

"No," he said, sliding down further, and his mouth found her womanhood. She kept it shaved, an old habit from her courtesan days, and so there was nothing to get in the way of that wicked, evil tongue as it began to pleasure her. Damn it! Why did he have to be a skilled lover? Not one in ten men could pleasure her properly with their mouth, and here he was, a wandering, inhuman brute, doing it with as much skill as anyone she'd ever slept with. His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, and with each flick, she gasped, or moaned, or cried out softly. Her resistance was gone, swept away by the pleasure he was giving her. Helene raised her hips to his mouth shamelessly, and he responded by wrapping his arms around her legs, reaching in to spread her lips, and absolutely attacking her with his tongue. Her orgasm hit her so hard she could barely breath, making her body convulse and her pussy spray her juices across his tongue. With a satisfied rumble, he kept licking, and she kept cumming, over and over, helpless to control it.

"Damn you!" she choked out between cries of pleasure. "OH! Damn you! How can . . . you. . . do this!" Another climax hit her and she shrieked with pleasure, bucking her hips into his face. She was so sensitive now it was almost painful, and somehow, with that skill he had no right to possess, he knew exactly when to stop. Pulling away, he pushed himself to his knees and laid his cock between her legs, rubbing the bottom of the wide shaft over her pussy.

"Now you'll be mine," he growled, and before she could protest, he filled her with that massive member in one powerful thrust. It was pain and pleasure mixed, her tunnel stretched as it had never been, and she thrashed beneath him as he buried that cock in her over and over again. She felt overwhelmed, shattered, out of control, and there was nothing she could do but let him take her. He reached down and pressed his thumb against her too-sensitive clit, rubbing it firmly, and she came again with a sharp scream, arching up. The feel of her walls clamping down on him pushed Garshan over the edge, and he came as well, spraying warm, thick seed into her depths. The heat of his climax pushed her over into a final orgasm of her own, stronger than all the others, and she screamed one final time as she came harder than she ever had in her entire life. The pleasure assaulted her, beat her senseless, and finally receded, leaving her panting, sweaty, and utterly spent on the floor beneath him.

Gasping, Garshan leaned over her and said, "Good girl. Keep this up, and you'll be happy here." With a groan, he slid himself out of her and shakily stood, heading for the other side of the cave. There was a fire to be made and hunting to do. For her part, Helene just lay there, insensate, her body still thrumming with the aftereffects. He was a brute and a cretin, but he was a delicious brute and cretin. Later, she'd be angry at him for taking her. Now, all she could think was that she'd been right when she tried to seduce him earlier. That thought followed her into a heavy sleep as the day's events overtook her. Whatever else happened, she had been right.