Vashti Valant - Slave of the Goblin

Laya expected Akraz to deny this or at least look surprised. To her dismay, Akraz acknowledged the wizard’s statement with a bow.

“Now, Lathaniel,” continued the wizard, calling the elf lord by his name for the first time. “You hoped to find your betrothed, the exquisite Laya, and here she is. You see that I keep my word. Isn’t she luscious? You’ve played quite a few sex games during your days here, with no relief for your own needs. You’ve had cocks in your mouth and cocks in your ass, and no sweet cunt for your own cock. Not exactly fair, is it? But here is your betrothed at last, naked and ready for a good fuck.”

Lathaniel lifted himself off the couch. His cock stood hard at attention. A wild, mindless mix of lust and hurt and need contorted his expression. He took a step toward Laya.

“Lathaniel, no,” said Laya.

“On the other hand,” sighed Zathstragomal. “I did promise her to Akraz, didn’t I, Akraz?”

“Yes, Master,” Akraz said flatly.

“Akraz is the one who lured you here by kidnapping your betrothed, Lathaniel. Or perhaps she came of her own free will. Maybe she enjoys being fucked by a goblin. After all, our Akraz is no ordinary goblin, just look at that handsome mug. Maybe she prefers his cock to yours, Lathaniel.”

The elf lord growled low in his throat, like an animal.

“She wears a chastity belt, and has the key to it which she may give to whomever she chooses. I do think we should leave the choice up to her, don’t you agree?” Zathstragomal turned to Laya. “You are going to lie down on that couch, spread your legs and take a cock into your cunt. The only question is who shall have the pleasure. Your betrothed? Or the general?”

Laya froze in horror. She looked from Lathaniel to Akraz.

“Laya, why are you hesitating, you whore! You belong to me! I gave up everything for you!” shouted Lathaniel. Enraged beyond reason, he rushed at her, snatched the silver key out of her hands and fumbled open the lock on her belt. With no hint of love, only animal need, he shoved her onto the black couch. He withdrew the brass phalluses that plugged her, so violently that she cried out. She tried to push him off her, but madness gave him strength.

“No! Lathaniel, you don’t know what your doing! You will hate yourself if you do this!”

A beefy hand grabbed Lathaniel by the shoulder and tossed him across the room. Akraz stood protectively between Laya and the furious elf. Lathaniel scrambled back to his feet.

“Leave my betrothed alone!” the elf screamed. “That whore is mine by right!”

“Akraz, don’t let him take me,” begged Laya. “Take me yourself, but don’t let him do something he can never repent.”

The look Akraz gave her was inscrutable. He nodded, once. Aloud, he addressed the wizard. “Master, the lady has made her choice. Obviously, she prefers a real man to an elf pretty boy. With your permission, I would like to put the pipsqueak in his place.”

“If that’s what the lady wants,” smirked Zathstragomal.

Akraz stalked Lathaniel and forced the elf against a wall, where Akraz snapped Lathaniel’s wrists into a pair of shackles. Tears of impotent rage streaked down the elf lord’s face.

Akraz returned to Laya. Though he wore his true face, the handsome features were cold as stone. He pushed her back onto the black couch. Her legs straddled either side of the narrow bed. He pulled down his pants. Without any preliminaries, Akraz knelt between her thighs and entered her.

From the wall, Lathaniel howled.

After hours of the cold metal phallus, Akraz’s shaft felt like hot velvet. Laya could not blame Lathaniel for his mindless descent into lust. She too had been tormented with sexual stimulation without relief and could not help shutting her eyes to lose herself in Akraz’s powerful thrusts. She knew he wanted to keep his motions mechanical in order to finish the business as quickly as possible, but he too lost himself, and began to knead her breasts with his palms. He removed the nipple clamps and clit clip but the sensitized flesh seemed to vibrate with every thrust of Akraz’s cock.

She came in a frenzy of writhing under him. He continued to work her in a relentless rhythm, and a moment later she came again. Her vagina squeezed his cock inside her. “By the Dark God, Laya,” he gasped.

“Come where I can see!” snapped a petulant voice from the throne.

Akraz withdrew and spurted his seed over Laya’s belly and breasts. Zathstragomal clapped in delight.

“Excellent. Akraz, with me. We have plans to discuss, and I am sure that the two betrothed have some loving words for one another.”

Akraz laced up his pants. He followed his master out of the room without a single backward glance at Laya. Even though he had only done what she’d asked, or rather what he had no choice in doing, she felt suddenly used and bereft. She wiped herself off as best she could with her hand, since she had no handkerchief at her disposal.

Lathaniel dangled in his chains, listless, drained of both anger and caring. His cock remained hard. He would not look at her, and she found she could not meet his eyes either. She had expected tortures of extreme physical abuse in Zathstragomal’s dungeons. How little she had fathomed the depths to which he could twist and hurt people’s spirits through the manipulation of pleasure.

“That’s what the elf wench told you?”

“Yes, Master.” They had returned to the wizard’s study.

Zathstragomal nodded thoughtfully. “As I said before, you’ve done well, Akraz. I have a gift of new armor and weapons for you to wear to the fete, which you may keep, as you may keep the wench herself. I have a dress for her as well, but that I want back. It is from my swans’ collection. The slave will be dressed by my daughter and sent to join you tonight.”

“Yes, Master. I thank you.”

“Chief Yaguz will see you back to your quarters.”

“Yaguz will be disappointed that I am still alive,” Akraz said dryly.

“He gets above himself,” said Zathstragomal. “He plays his own little power games behind my back and thinks I do not know about them. Never make that mistake, General Akraz. I always know more than you think I do.”

Akraz bowed. “I think you know all, Master.”

“Only the Dark God knows all, but next to him, I know more than any mortal in Chavana,” said the wizard without a trace of modesty or humor. “One day, I will give my daughter to him as his virgin bride. Although the wench has a whore’s heart, I know she is a virgin because any man who touches her, dies. The Dark God will make her his Queen of the Thirteen Hells, and elevate me, as his most faithful servant and father-in-law, to godhood myself as a reward. Then I shall indeed be all knowing.”

The mere thought chilled Akraz to the bone. “That will be a glorious day.”

The dark wizard snapped out of his reverie. His eyes narrowed. “You will, of course, speak to no one of this. Especially not to my daughter.”

“Never, my lord. I will only treasure the knowledge of your future glory in my heart as I work your will.”

As Akraz bowed obsequiously, he happened to glance up and across the room to the casement window at the far end of the study. A girl in black stood there, her mouth agape in shock and outrage. She met Akraz’s eyes for a brief flash. Then she transformed into a black swan and flew out the open casement window the same way she had obviously entered.

This time, Strathgora bid the swan maids and peacock boys to doll up Laya in a ball gown of white and gold. They fashioned her hair in a style popular in the human court. Instead of a necklace, however, they fastened a black leather collar with a silver ring at the back around Laya’s throat. Matching black leather cuffs encircled her wrists.