Of Course She Does.

Dusklord and the Blacksmith were still deep in debate. Lilly could see the gestures they were making, which were the sort of wild, unfocused gestures that tended to get made around very large amounts of money that were about to grow either larger or smaller. She concentrated for a moment, trying to figure out where it was going. The main point of contention seemed to be that Dusklord was unable or unwilling to pay the money which the blacksmith asked. The two went back and forth over the point several times. Dusklord could go up to sixty Raq, but the blacksmith wanted at least ninety. He was equally convinced that they wouldn't get a better deal anywhere in town.

Lilly listened as they went back and forth, reaching the third reiteration before she finally felt moved to speak. Her heart started to beat faster, and the blood rushed to her face and her chest. So far, she'd said nothing in this world to anyone who wasn't Dusklord. She realised she didn't know how a **** here was supposed to speak. It was probably bad form to do it on your own. She might be punished for it.

Somehow, the idea of punishment, far from making her less likely to speak, simply spurred her own. She looked up, clearing her throat and trying to affect the tone of a defeated ****.

"M-master," She said tasting the word even as she said it. It brought a little shiver racing up her spine. Both the smith and Dusklord turned to look at her. Both of them had been so engrossed in their debate that they had forgotten about her presence totally.

"What is it, ****?" Dusklord said. "We're quite busy here, so unless you have something good to say I hope you are ready to be punished for your rudeness."

She felt butterflies in her stomach, but pressed on.

"I...I have an idea to resolve this mission. Master, you may not have more money to hand but you do have something that is of greater value." She felt the blood rushing to her face. "You have me. M-my body, I mean."

"Your body?" The blacksmith swept his gaze up and down her form, noting her lithe muscles, her long legs, and her aroused nipples. Lilly had to fight the urge to try and cover herself. It went on and on, and he seemed to be examining every inch of her, his eyes feasting on her. It was like being caught in front of a magnifying glass.

"Yes," Lilly said in a small voice. Her eyes fell towards the ground, and she tried to pretend that she wasn't both aroused and terrified by the words that were tumbling from her lips. "I-if you'll agree to the price my master set, I'll service you in any way that you want..."

She looked up, catching Dusklord's gaze. His face was carefully controlled, reading it was difficult. But she was sure that he would have stepped in if he really had a problem with it wouldn't he?

"That's an interesting proposition." The Blacksmith said, stroking her beard with one hand as he considered it. "Very interesting."

Suddenly, he looked up towards Dusklord.

"I'll take a loan on the **** for the rest of the money. If you pay it back within a month, then nothing will happen. Otherwise, she becomes my property. I'll need to see her demonstrated too of course. Just to make sure she is worth the price."

A loan on her? That wasn't what she'd meant! Lilly's heart started to flutter in panic, but she **** it to calm down. it wasn't like she was in any real danger here. She was more than powerful enough to escape if she wanted, and Dusklord wasn't exactly about to betray her anyway. Nevertheless the idea of being used as collateral for a loan made her a little wet between the legs. A **** was property after all. So maybe it was natural that one would be traded around.

"As you wish." Dusklord said tightly, he was still looking towards Redwing. Maybe waiting for her to give him some sign in case she didn't want things to go this way? But she said nothing, allowing the blacksmith to walk closer to her. He was a muscular and powerful man, as befitted someone who worked with metal. His hands were rough, his callouses rubbing against her skin as he took hold of her chest. Redwing moaned, the chains which were attached to her nipples made a soft tinkling sound as the blacksmith started to squeeze her breasts. His fingers dug deep, pressing into her skin as if he wanted to possess it. He was rough and demanding, different than Dusklord had been, his movements were hungry, almost needy. There was a fire in his eyes, a sense of want and need that flowed through his body.

It felt different than before. Dusklord had been a good captor, allowing her to play her game with him as the civilised nemesis. But the smith was rougher, and she could tell that to him it was no game. He pushed her back against the wall, her naked spine pressed against the cold stone of the smithy. His grip on her breasts was nearly painful, his fingers played with her erect nipples, tugging on the chain connected to them again and again. It made her wince, and then moan. Her body was hot, she felt the bindings of her chains all the more keenly, especially when the blacksmith got his knee under her leg, and pressed upwards to **** her to raise it. The chain connected to her clit grew tighter and tighter, tugging on her more and more urgently. The motion exposed her womanhood to the smith's questing fingers, falling from her chest to rub her womanhood. She was already wet down there and the blacksmith grinned as he found it, Lilly moaned in spite of herself. His fingers teased their way between her folds.

He pressed her into the wall, using his own body to pin her there, her breasts rubbed against his chest, and her leg was **** even higher. She cried out as her clit was punished by the chain, which tugged at it even more with every half inch her leg was **** off the ground. She'd never felt more humiliated or helpless, especially when the man's fingers started to move in and out of her body, the grinding motion made her arch her back. The smith took his free hand and **** her arms above her head, the chains that hung from her cuffs tugged at her nipples, punishing them for the motion. The feeling was exquisite, the metal tormenting her nipples and her clit while her leg was **** into the air, and her womanhood was toyed with by the man's rough fingers.

She started to breath faster, trying to control her body, but he kept going, pumping his fingers into her again and again, the motion made her toes curl, and she cried out. Blood raced to her lower lips, her sensitivity increased again and again. She could see inside his leather trousers, his cock was hard and stiff. Would he fuck her? She hadn't thought of that, but she knew that according to the agreement, he was entitled to do it. Just push her down right outside of the building and have his way with her.

Lilly's body was responding to the pleasure she was feeling, her pelvis rocked back and forth, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy. He was moving fast, the friction made her legs feel weak, her knees like lead. Her nipples were hot, her breasts were being tormented by the chains, but that only made it even harder for her to resist. He tugged and pulled, tormenting her chest with her enslavement, making it so she didn't forget even for a moment. Her leg was **** as high as it could go, her clitoris trembled, the cruel piercing **** it to erection, making it so every movement, every shake of her hips sent a wave of pain and pleasure flowing through her. She was buckling, forcing her hips forwards, the motion of the blacksmith was primal and needy, he didn't care about what she felt like. he was just enjoying the sound of her moans.

Lilly came a moment later, the **** building between her lower lips and erupting in a wave of pleasure which shook her body. The smith's fingers were soaked in her juices, and he made her lick them off, tasting herself on his digits. Only then did he step back, allowing Lilly to sink to the ground. She was breathing heavily.

"That's not bad, I suppose." The smith said. "I almost hope you won't be able to pay me after all!"