They Find a Road and Follow it South

The sun was high in the sky by the time Jerry and company emerged from the forest to find a long, unpaved road winding its way between the treeline and a verdant meadow that appeared to stretch on as far as the eye could see. Jerry guided Orc Warrior toward the road without hesitation, anticipating a chance to show off his latest (and only) conquest.

After several minutes of travel, that chance materialized; an elderly peddler approached from the south in a rickety wagon, its eaves jingling with trinkets and baubles. His cart skidded to a halt at the first sign of Titania, though, and in a rhasping voice he called out to Jerry as they passed:

“A fine woman, you have! Very fine,” the dark-skinned stranger observed, making a show of ignoring Titania’s wary scowl; “May I take a closer look?”

“Look. And touch, for all I care,” said Jerry.

“Master...!” Titania pleaded, backing away from the merchant as he descended from his wagon - but Jerry simply looked back at her, intrigued, and tightened his grip on the chain that was keeping her rooted to the spot.

The old man’s bony hands were on her in a flash, and Titania could do little more than yelp and wriggle as he manhandled her soft curves. Her struggling took on a greater urgency as his hands drifted closer to her ample tits, but in the end the elf was helpless to prevent his lewd, groping fingers from kneading them like dough.

“S-Stop... Please,” she whimpered, nipples hardening against his palms in spite of her obvious resentment; “I’m not like this - really... I’m not-”

The sudden introduction of his right index finger to her warm, dewy cunt not only stopped Titania mid-sentence - she practically doubled over in a mixture of pleasure and shock, trying in vain to suppress a series of shrill moans as the stranger probed around inside of her with the deftness of a sexual master.

“...Are you aware that this one is no virgin?” the bearded peddler mused, his fingers so fluid that the red-faced ex-ranger could do little more than slump into the crook of his neck as he so casually violated her pussy. Jerry hadn’t known this, of course... Which is, perhaps, why he did not step in to prevent the events that followed.

“P-Please...! N-Not here! Not with you...!” begged Titania, breasts mooshing against her assailant’s chest as she’s brought to the brink of an unwanted orgasm... But her protestations proved to be in vain. Seconds later she was gushing against his knuckles, her luscious body jiggling in time with each climax and deep, shameful sob that his insistent fingering evoked in her. Shortly afterward the stranger retracted his hand with a dramatic scrunch of his nose, apparently unimpressed with the experience.

“She lacks discipline,” he critiqued, visibly untroubled by the fact that the shuddering **** would no longer meet his eyes; “I’ll give you 200 gold pieces for her.”

“She’s not for sale,” Jerry replied.

“A pity,” said the merchant, who returned to his cart with a sigh, “She will be loyal, once properly broken. Thank you for allowing me to... Sample her.” Titania flinched at the callousness of his words, not even lifting her head to acknowledge the man’s parting wink when his wagon rattled on by.

Jerry looked toward the horizon. The sun had already begun to dip behind the rolling green hills that marked the far edge of the meadow, and darkness was closing in. Fortunately, a number of ramshackle structures - mainly abandoned farm buildings - populated the meadow, including a particularly sturdy-looking barn that stood only a few hundred feet away from their place on the road.

“We’re making camp for the night,” Jerry resolved - a decision which garnered nothing but deafening silence from his glum companions, though they shuffled off toward the barn he’d indicated all the same.

Once inside the barn, Jerry found its interior to be prohibitively dark.

“Can you light a fire in here?” he asked, looking to Titania. Even with nothing but the moonlight to see by, Jerry could still make out the telltale glint of fresh tears on her face.

“Yes,” she croaked before slipping outside. Her leash was taut for only a moment before she returned with sticks, and despite the obstacle posed by her poor dexterity she managed to get a fire blazing in the middle of the spacious, dirt-floored structure they now occupied.

...That’s when Jerry noticed Orc Warrior’s eyes glinting in the firelight, his gaze brimming with barely-restrained murderous intent as he looked between Jerry and the eminently fuckable elven wench he’d been promised.