Can Never Go Gnomeragan

This is my first attempt to write an S&M scene. Not sure how it turned out, so feel free to review.



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In a small room, well into the storage areas of the city, a lone dark iron dwarf was rummaging through some boxes. She had stashed some excellent brew from Blackrock months ago and tonight really felt in need of it. It had been a frustrating day for Durga, for that was her name, and she really wanted to either kill something, get fucked or get plastered. Since the first two options were currently out thanks to the Venture Company's visit, she figured she would go for number three. Finding her stash, she sat back and slugged some of the ale, thinking how much she missed her home, how much this place sucked and wondering what grilled goblin would taste like.



She also wondered if the elf in the corner thought he was being sneaky.



With a cruel sneer she cracked her whip in his direction, barking “Come on out, ye not be fooling me!”



He jumped fully into view and looked stunned, as if unsure what to do. Amateur, she thought, as she cracked her whip again, causing him to flinch back into the corner and defend himself weakly. She realized that killing him would be too easy, as he held up his hands to show he wasn't armed and wanted to surrender him. No satisfaction in that. But maybe...



Within a few minutes he was completely naked, his hands chained to a hook in the ceiling. His arms were stretched completely above his head, and his feet barely touched the floor, leaving him completely vulnerable.



“W-what are you planning to do?” he asked nervously.



“What am I planning to do, MISTRESS!” she corrected him, and fingered the whip in anticipation.



“Ah, what are you planning to do...M-mistress?”



She stood in front of him and poked him with the pummel of her whip, “I'm gonna teach ya tha meaning of respect.”



Durga let her fingers slip down his bare chest, causing him to shudder and gasp. She lightly teased his cock as she flicked her tongue out at one of his nipples. He squirmed under her touch and his breath quickened. She started to stroke him gently as she sucked on his skin causing him to writhe a bit, or as best he could. When she felt him start to stiffen she simultaneously bit into his skin and squeezed his cock hard. His cry of pain turned into a moan, delighting her ears.



“Ah so ye like a bit of pain, do ye?” she asked with a cruel smile.



“I...” he breathed hard as he fumbled for an answer.



“Answer me!” she demanded, squeezing his cock again.



“Gah! YES!” he cried, “Yes!”



“Yes...WHAT?” she squeezed him a third time and jabbed him roughly with her whip.



“Yes mistress...” he said between gasps.



“Good boy,” she said, dropping to her knees, “you get a reward.”



She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and quickly sucked the rest of his shaft in. He groaned in response and tried to push his hips forward, but could do nothing but swing under her power. Durga grabbed his ass with both hands and roughly pulled herself back before plunging him back in quickly. The elf quaked and panted, even as he desperately tried to move forward with her.



Abruptly she pulled back and stood up, delighting in his disappointed groan.



“Please...” he begged.



“Y'are not in a position ta ask, and only I can decide when ya beg.”



She walked around him, taking in his sweating, trembling body. His smooth pink skin was flushed and supple, sensitive to her merest touch. Perfect. With a sneer she cracked her whip, hitting him across the back. He threw his head back and cried out as it connected. The sound of his pain and the sight of the nice red mark on his back made her groan, and she did it again. His scream was like honey to her ears and she felt herself growing more and more hot by the second, especially when he dropped his head forward with a groan.



Durga was beginning to pant when she whipped him again and his whole body spasmed with a mix of pain and pleasure. His back was becoming a deep scarlet and he was panting, lost somewhere between lust and fear. It was delicious to her and she could feel the wetness gathering between her legs, and onto her under garments.



“Ye be a good screamer,” she said, taking off her pants, “but we cannae have anyone walkin in on us can we?”



She came around to his front and reaching up, stuffed her wet underwear into his mouth. He gave a few muffled protests, and looked like he was going to try to push it out when she gave him a warning jab.



“No,” she commanded, “ye keep those in there.”



He looked at her and then nodded his assent. Feeling very good about herself, she swung her whip up so it wrapped around his neck, and then used it to hoist herself up. Her strong thighs gripped his waist and using his shoulders to brace herself, she lowered herself onto his cock. He moaned around his gag and again tried to thrust himself forward, but she stopped him by tightening the whip around his neck.



“Ah no, ye don't come. If ye come, I choke ya.”



The elf stopped moving all together, giving Durga what she wanted as she began to hoist herself up and down his cock. It took a minute to work up a good rhythm, which was also tricky because he was hanging from the ceiling, but this was something she had done before and had lots of practice in. She loved overpowering a man, making him her doll to be fucked. The elf had come to fear her as well as desire her, so he would listen to her commands, but she had the satisfaction of knowing that he wanted to be fucked by her.

Her hands tightened on her whip as she felt herself get close, ready to deliver the last special detail. But then she thought, through a haze of lust, that that would be a waste. She could keep him here, along with her booze, her own personal stash. The thought of having her own personal elf slave to fuck until she grew tired of him pushed her over the edge and she came, wildly screaming and digging her nails into his shoulders.



She dropped off of him, and was pleased to see that he was still hard and panting. Durga smiled as she pulled her pants back on, fixed her hair and left the room without so much a look back at the protesting elf.



As soon as the dwarf was gone, Deydis rolled his eyes and dropped from the ceiling by deftly twisting his hands out of the chains. He then spit the underwear out and wiped his mouth with a sigh. Wincing slightly he started gathering his clothes up, before acknowledging the other person in the room.



“Did you finish what you needed to do?” he asked, turning slightly as he scooped his boots off the floor.



“Oh yeah, awhile ago,” Fyina answered, smirking at his nudity, “thanks for being so...distracting.”



He chuckled, “Its what I'm good at,” he said smugly.



“She didn't hurt you did she?” the gnome asked seriously.



Deydis shook it off casually, “nothing I can't cure with some bandages.” He then looked saucily at her, “or with a good roll in the sack.”