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‘I am, aboard the North Wind,’ a burly dwarf spoke up, ‘on which I am mate. Moreover we ask no passage fee as Captain Rhaiton is keen to employ one or more ship’s whores to keep crew and passengers entertained on the crossing.’

  ‘Ships whores?’ Elethrine echoed. ‘But we are highborn Mundics. As you travel to Aegmund your must know this from the colour of our hair. How could we endure the stigma of having indulged our lust with you once we arrived at Ateron?’

  ‘Simple,’ he answered, ‘all aboard are dwarven, both crew and the twenty warriors we take to teach the men of Ateron Keep the arts of dwarven warfare. We will say nothing and none need learn of what I realise is a disgrace to your bizarre way of thinking.’

  ‘What of it?’ Elethrine asked, turning to her friends.

  ‘It would be disastrous if it were to become known that you and I worked passage as ship’s trollops on a dwarven troop ship,’ Talithea responded. ‘Yet I am disgraced already.’

  ‘Come, let us do it,’ Aisla urged. ‘Dwarves are notorious for their lack of idle curiosity and never tittle-tattle or gossip,’.

  ‘What choice have we?’ Elethrine added.

  ‘Little,’ Talithea admitted with a long sigh, ‘and seeing as I seem to be doomed to spend my remaining days in a celibentuary in any case I may as well allow myself a final expression of my lust.’

  ‘We accept,’ Elethrine informed the dwarven mate.

  Tired and deeply homesick, she herself felt that another few cocks would be a small price to pay for her return home, and dwarven honour allowed the certainty of not having her tuppenny unexpectedly or forcefully penetrated. Moreover, for all that she ached to be back in Korismund Keep, she was aware that once there she would no longer be able to indulge the lustful pleasures that she had come to enjoy in Apraya. The ship would provide a final glut of thick cocks, well filled ball sacks and the heady pleasure of musk. Until her ravishment that would be it, saving only that she could now expect to play freely with Aisla. Even that would have to wait for bath times and when Nurse Anaka was elsewhere, for once she returned to the keep the first thing that would happened would be that a new purity girdle was fixed on her.

  Accepting their ten weights of iron for the skiff, the girls went into Utan and purchased a meal and thick woollen cloaks against the cold of the northern seas. In fact their brief kirtles had been becoming increasingly inadequate as they travelled north, and all three donned their cloaks immediately, glad to be free of the cold air. The way the breeze tended to lift the kirtles and provide sudden glimpses of their bare bottoms and the furry triangles of their lower bellies had also become irritating, not that they really objected to the exposure of their bodies any more, but because it was inconvenient to be constantly waylaid and fondled.

  Warm, fed and at last with a reasonable prospect of safe return to Korismund, Elethrine found herself wanting to run or even skip as they walked down to the docks to find the North Wind.

  Elethrine sat splayed legged on a dwarf’s lap. She was nude and her bottom hole was stretched taut around his penis, onto which she had lowered herself after making a display of greasing her bottom with lard to open her anus. He was bouncing her on his cock, sending shocks of ecstasy through her as her naked breasts bounced in his hands, the nipples stiff between his callused fingers. He was the third to bugger her that evening, while four others had come in her mouth and one between the soft pillows of her breasts. Each she had accepted with delight, while her head swam with the scent of their musk and her and her friend’s juices.

  The main chamber of the North Wind was warm and alive with the sound of revelry and laughter. Outside a stiff breeze filled the sails and drove the ship hard through the swells of the Aeg Roads, but the dwarven troops were oblivious to it. Near to where Elethrine was being buggered Aisla knelt on a chair with her slim buttocks thrust out for the attentions of two dwarves with dog whips. Her haunches and thighs were criss-crossed with red welts, while the end of a carrot protruded obscenely form her anus, its whip-tattered greenery sticking up like an absurd tail. Her vagina was wet and gaping, having been invaded again and again by dwarven cocks. Come dribbled down into the deep red hair of her mound while she had a finger working on her clitty, bringing her towards orgasm as she was whipped. Her mouth was agape around a thick penis, its owner mounted on a chest in order to reach the level of her head. Her face and breasts were splashed with come, evidence of the eight dwarves she had so far taken to orgasm. Her spare hand caressed the cock of one of those who had been first to come in her mouth and who would clearly soon be ready once more if the half-stiff state of his cock was anything to go by.

  At the far end of the hall Talithea had been strung up from a beam. Completely helpless, she was moaning in ecstasy as a dwarf buggered her with a lazy, casual rhythm. Her full bottom was thrust out into his lap, the plump cheeks red from the beating she had received after first being hung from the beam for punishment. Her whipping had been for no serious offence, but simply for failing to show sufficient zeal and deference when serving dinner earlier.

  The girls served nude, and frequently found themselves being taken, either in kneeling positions or bounced on a dwarf’s lap with his penis inside her. Talithea, eagerly sucking on one dwarf’s cock while another filled her vagina, had failed to respond to a demand for wine and so it had been quickly agreed that she should be strung up and whipped later that evening. The dwarf she had failed to please now had his cock wedged firmly up her bottom and was playing with her clitoris to make her come while he was inside her. Several others had had her before she was strung up, using her vagina and mouth with abandon. The buggery was supposedly part of the punishment, although it would undoubtedly have happened anyway.

  Elethrine gasped in pleasure as the cock in her bottom ejaculated. The dwarf lifted her off his cock and she felt the wet sperm ooze out of her bottom. She had been masturbating and near orgasm, and as he turned her she opened her mouth willingly to suck clean the thick penis that had just been withdrawn from her back passage. Making herself comfortable in a kneeling position, she again started to masturbate as she sucked, tasting herself mixed with the heady musk of dwarven come.

  As she started to come another cock was pushed at her gaping, slimy bottom hole, easing in as her anus contracted firmly around its tip in the first spasm of her climax. The dwarf grunted and forced its erection deeper up her bottom, making her gag on her mouthful. As he started to bugger her she came with a long moan deep in her throat, lost in the ecstasy of having penes in her - front and rear.

  Not that her orgasm meant that her service was over. Every one of the dwarven troops had come, and many of them twice. The more virile were still eager for the girls and had started to demand slower and more careful attention for their second and third orgasms. Again and again cocks were inserted into Elethrine’s mouth and anus, until her belly was swollen with their come and her bottom ring was sore and throbbing. Finally she collapsed into a sweaty, sperm sodden heap on the floor, at which the dwarves took pity on her. She was taken on deck and washed down with buckets of sea-water, then helped to her hammock. Talithea and Aisla were already asleep, reddened bottoms uppermost for comfort. Just as she was drifting off to sleep the watch changed and the sailor who had been in the crow’s nest came down to have his cock sucked. Elethrine obliged, sleepily allowing him to feed his erection in and out of her mouth and then swallowing his sperm.

  So the voyage continued, with the girls allowed to rest for most of each day but spending the night satisfying the eager troops and sailors. Not that the dwarves were inconsiderate. Each time a girl was whipped her bottom would be allowed to return to pristine condition before she was once more accused of some minor or wholly imaginary fault and punished again. They were also scrupulously honourable about allowing Elethrine to preserve her maidenhead, refraining from entering her vagina even when she was crawling naked on the floor and begging for use.

  The dwarves also had a love of bizarre games, such as making the girls suck
cock to see who came most rapidly to orgasm and giving them enemas to see who could retain a flagonweight of ale in their bowels for the longest. It was during one such game that the coast of Kora was first sighted. The three girls were naked on the foredeck and masturbating furiously. The first to come was to be rewarded with a night in the captain’s bed, the last to be strapped to the main mast and dog whipped. Elethrine was already feeling the first spasms of approaching orgasm when the lookout called out. Distracted, she failed to come off properly and was duly fixed to the mast and beaten. Yet even while her bottom burned under the stinging blows of the whip she had eyes only for the distant black peaks of western Aegmund.

  Later that day a dragon prowed ship pulled out from the shore to intercept them. Despite thrilling at the sight of an Aeg ship, the girls hurried below and waited while Rhaiton persuaded the Aeg captain of their guarantee of safe conduct.. The Aeg ship finally left, perhaps more impressed by the twenty heavily armed dwarven warriors than by Prince Kavisterion’s seal. Returning on deck, Elethrine watched until the low black hull disappeared behind a headland, suddenly more homesick than ever. Coming to her side, Aisla took her hand and led her below decks, where she was presently lost in the heady pleasure of her maid’s tongue on her clitoris.

  When Elethrine awoke the next morning after another riotous night of pleasuring the dwarves to realise that the North Wind was no longer in motion. Coming on deck, she found that they had dropped anchor in a sheltered bay beneath a great mountain. Around the edge of the bay lay the ruins of white marble structures, buildings, docks and a wall.

  ‘Where are we?’ she queried, approaching Rhaiton and a group that included both mates and the four dwarven handleaders.

  ‘The island of Vraic,’ Rhaiton answered, ‘where, with your assistance, I intend to attempt a project that has come to mind.’

  ‘How with my assistance?’ Elethrine asked cautiously.

  ‘Because you are both wanton and virgin,’ he stated, ‘traits that are normally mutually exclusive.’

  ‘Go on,’ Elethrine said.

  ‘On Vraic,’ Rhaiton continued, ‘lives the claviscar, a curious manthing said to be a degenerate form of elf. They are intelligent, agile and near impossible to capture, yet they are said to be partial to virgin cunt, which they can scent from a league or more.’

  ‘You will recall that you are honour bound not to take my maidenhead,’ Elethrine said, ‘and besides, why do you wish to capture such a creature?’

  ‘You need not fear for your maidenhead,’ he assured her, ‘we dwarves have a cunning method of sealing a woman’s cunt. As to why, you mentioned the other night that certain merchants of Ythan are intent on breeding elf-like nymphs. Clearly they have not heard of the claviscar, for they resemble elves to all outward appearance. They are untameable and so I had never thought to disturb them, yet I dare say one could be tempted to mount a nymph easily enough.’

  ‘Perhaps,’ Elethrine answered as she pondered the implications of Rhaiton’s idea. On the one hand she would have to undergo the highly undignified and possibly dangerous process of attempting to lure the claviscar. Not that dignity was all that important anymore, when she had allowed herself to become so utterly abandoned under the influence of her own lust and the power of dwarven musk. In Mund it would be a different matter, but she was not yet in Mund. On the other hand it was unlikely that Bormontal, Ayapan and their colleagues had abandoned their breeding program, and so, by helping to supply them with a claviscar, she might save some luckless pale haired Maiden from a life of slavery and degradation. Given that the highborn Mundics were all related to one another, she would in effect be defending a relative, which was her duty.

  ‘So be it,’ she said suddenly as her train of logic reached its end, ‘but make sure your seal is tight, I have no wish to be ravished by this elven creature.’

  ‘You are a fine wench,’ Rhaiton said happily, the other dwarves nodding agreement. ‘Come then, let us waste no time.’

  Elethrine’s vagina was sealed, a process no more humiliating or painful than buggery and strangely exciting as it reimposed the enforced chastity that she had known since coming of age.

  They landed on the island - Elethrine, Aisla, Rhaiton and a party of sailors and troops with shovels and nets. Climbing into the dense woods that covered the lower flanks of the mountain, they found a suitable fallen tree and set to work. A long pit was dug, covered with a net and disguised with leaves and twigs. Elethrine was then bound tightly across the trunk with her hands in the small of her back and her legs well spread. Her cloak and kirtle were turned up, exposing her bottom and the rear of her tuppenny. She was then masturbated by Aisla until her juice had started to run and the air was thick with the scent of excited girl. Only when she had started to moan and beg for orgasm did they leave her, retreating into the thick undergrowth. Grateful for the seal over her vagina yet half wishing she could be penetrated, she waited, her ears straining for any sound that might herald the approach of the claviscar.

  For an hour she waited, aware of the scent of her own sex and wondering if Rhaiton’s optimism had been well founded. As they climbed the slopes of Vraic, she had suggested that claviscars might retain sufficient intelligence to realise that a virgin girl bound over a log was sure to be a trap. Rhaiton responded that the breed was said to have retained the arrogance of their elven ancestors and so a male would think her put out for his pleasure by superstitious men. His reasoning struck Elethrine as suspect to say the least, and she was more than half expecting to simply remain in her rude position until the light began to fade and they had to abandon the project. She had also been assured that neither trolls not goblins inhabited the island, as either sort of manthing would have made full use of her mouth and anus for their pleasure, trolls being too large and powerful to be trapped by the pit and goblins being too numerous for a whole tribe to be snared.

  A faint crackle attracted her attention, the sound of dry leaves beneath a foot. Turning her head, she found herself looking directly at what could only be a claviscar. He stood about half her height, a pale skinned, white haired creature with all the cold beauty of an elf yet without the fearful disinterest of the elves of Lai. Indeed he was evidently far from disinterested, for as he approached he opened his rough goatskin garment to expose his penis. Presumably stimulated by the scent of her virgin tuppenny, it was already fully erect - white, thin but extraordinarily long.

  Elethrine felt a thrill of alarm. Instead of rushing headlong to mount her, the claviscar was being remarkable cautious. Rhaiton and the others had retreated far enough to ensure that they would not be scented and she found herself deeply grateful for the seal that prevented her from being ravished. The claviscar began to stroke his penis and a long tongue flicked out to moisten thin white lips. As he moved directly behind Elethrine her view was obscured by the material of her cloak, which had been bunched up on her back to leave her tuppenny fully exposed.

  She waited for the sound of the trap being sprung, tense and shivering, very aware of her vulnerability. Nothing happened and then the claviscar appeared again, moving sideways and feeling the ground with long white toes. With a thrill of alarm Elethrine realised that he had discovered the existence of the pit, presumably having suspected a trap immediately. Her sense of helpless anticipation rose at he skirted the pit and then jumped onto the fallen tree trunk to run down it with a strange, prancing gait.

  Elethrine sighed as the claviscar placed a delicate hand on her naked bottom, resigning herself to whatever he intended. He began to feel her, exploring her buttocks in detail and then transferring his attention to her tuppenny. She moaned as sensitive fingers found her clitoris and began to twiddle, using a motion similar to the one she liked to use when she masturbated. Then something soft and wet touched her thigh and she realised that she was going to be licked. The claviscar’s tongue was long and muscular, flicking around her labia and clitoris with a maddening expertise. She was quickly moaning and thrusting her bottom up,
filled with shame but unable to suppress her reaction.

  The elfthing’s fingers touched the seal of her vagina, working at it in an effort to puzzle out how it was attached. Elethrine sighed, half grateful for the skill of the dwarven workmanship, half wishing the seal would come way so that she could be filled with long white cock. Then his tongue left her clitty and dabbed against her anus, wetting the little hole for a very obvious purpose.

  Elethrine gave a long sigh of resignation as she realised that she was going to be buggered. The claviscar’s tongue had burrowed into her bottom hole, producing a sensation too exquisite to be denied. She moaned, raising her bottom as best she could in her tights bonds and bracing herself for anal entry. The claviscar stopped exploring her anus with his tongue and mounted her, locking his long fingers on her hips and clasping the full width of her spread bottom between his knees. Elethrine felt the tip of his penis touch the damp ring of her anus and then ease inside, finding little difficulty with a ring that had been opened by the massive Drathor and so frequently stretched around fat dwarven cocks. She moaned deeply as the penis slid up her, deep, deep into her bowels. It was soon all in, and his stringy thighs were pressed against the soft flesh of her full buttocks. The elfthing came forward, resting on her back and taking a plump breast in each hand. Then he began to hump her bottom, squeezing her breasts as he moved his erection in her anus and she moaned and panted out her ecstasy and humiliation.

  Then the cock in her rectum began to move, wriggling about in the most extraordinary manner. Elethrine gave a cry of surprise as she felt the squirming movements begin. The claviscar was buggering her as an ordinary man might have, humping away against her buttocks with evident relish. He was also doing something very peculiar, making his cock wriggle inside her in a way that produced a sensation at once utterly obscene and completely irresistible. Elethrine began to squirm her toes and fingers in an agony of helpless pleasure not far short of orgasm.