[GM] In the man’s cabin.

Calarel awakes tied with her arms above her lying on a cot in a rough hewn cabin. The floor is dirt and the logs forming the walls are unfinished. An iron stove heats the space and she watches the man stir something in a pot over its heat.

“Good. You’re awake.” The man decants something into a cup and brings it to her. She notices he’s taken the collar off, but she doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. He pours the herbal liquid between her lips.

A warmth spreads through her body. She tries to rub her legs together as the feeling of bliss suffuses her and discovers that her legs are also tied to the bed. Her ankles are firmly affixed to the bedposts at the end of the cot while her knees are tied so she cannot close her legs.

“Now. You tried to run from me, didn’t you?”

Calarel nods, closing her eyes in shame. Something about her can’t bear the idea that she had tried to escape this man.

“And that was a very bad thing for you to do, wasn’t it?”

Calarel nods again. She can’t believe she tried to run from him! How could she!

“And bad girls deserve punishment, don’t they?”

THWACK. His belt comes down hard between her legs. It wasn’t really a question. Calarel cries out in shock.

[Stimulation: 117/—]

Calarel’s hips buck, but while the same feeling as before built in her she doesn’t experience the same release.

“I see this little elf is a pain slut. Good.”

THWACK. The belt comes down hard again, this time on her inner thigh. This time he doesn’t stop. The leather strap cracks hard against her thigh ten times before he moves on to the other side of the bed to give her other leg the same treatment.

[Stimulation: 145/–]

The pressure inside her continues to build without release. She screams out as the last stroke hits her, **** for the dam to break.

She feels a hand between her legs. A finger gently circles her clit. It still burns from the single stroke of the belt, so the soft motion of the man’s fingers feels all the more pleasurable by the contrast.

[Stimulation: 176/—]

She can’t resist moaning. He smiles to himself, sliding his fingers down her dripping slit and slowly pushing one inside her. Calarel shudders at the intrusion. He begins teasing her clit with his thumb as he curls his finger in a beckoning motion inside her. She cries out, overwhelmed with need.

[Stimulation: 215/—]

“Would you like to cum little elf?”

She nods desperately.

“Beg.”

[GM: This’ll be a DC 15 Sociability roll. You can’t resist, but I want to see how well you do | P. Natural 20, but that’s a 14.]