He growled, his red rocket swaying under him. “M-mister M-Mark please I-I just want to go home I-I’m sorry I came here.” She was crying as she...was trying to pry the dog’s teeth off of her arm. He wouldn’t let go. “Well I’m not. Sage isn’t either. Aint that right boy?” He crouched down, his own veiny cock visible with a small shine to it. She let out another loud sob as Sage finally released her but not before Mark yanked her remaining protection off of her slender legs. She skidded. Dark and dangerous lurk beneath it's surface. Orc parties are raiding village after village along the Widow's Coast, noblemen poison, scheme and assassinate each other in their eternal game of power with little care for the common folk, anti-magic zealotry is growing to a fever pitch, the slave trade is alive and well in the Malenkii Empire especially for beautiful lithe elven women and there are whispers of necromancers brewing plagues and raising skeletal armies under the shadow of Ebony. Quite unnecessary from what you can see, but a lovely effect nonetheless. Taking hold of her wrists, you slide your hands downward into the soft, moist hollows of her armpits to check her grooming. She utters a cry of protest and squirms frantically against your unwelcomed advances, only to suffer a painful reminder that her nipples are still tightly clamped and chained to the opposite wall. This beauty isn't going anywhere, in spite her struggles. You can feel her heart beating faster as you. He tasted like he hadn’t washed in weeks. I’d never tasted anything so decadent in my life. “Well, well, Fifty-One, you’re feeling friendly, ain’t ‘cha?” He laughed, stroking my hair. I nodded around my consumption, unwilling to relent even an inch of him. I’m just your filthy cum-slave, Master. Please reward me for being such a good whore!“I have a special task for you.” Master Two-Shot said, “I need you to give a friend of mine some information. If you make her happy, she’ll let you come..