Chapter 12
by 
tjgamergirl95
Does he help? And if so, how?
Yes, he takes you to his cabin.
Phasing in and out of consciousness, first you were being **** somewhere only to black out. Then you were being carried somewhere by horse and wagon, only to black out again. Finally, you slowly wake up, but something is odd. You looked to either side of you and notice you are in a tiny horse stall, dimly lit by torch fire. You are naked, on your knees, hanging, suspended by leather straps keeping your waist up and your wrists up, your wrists positioned slightly above and in front of you. Then you felt something strange, two rough little hands milking your sore, swollen nipples. “Wh-what?” you mumble as you regain your consciousness. You look over and see the dwarf you saved on his knees milking your tits like cow udders. “What the hell are you doing?!” you asked with a mix of panic and irritation.
This caused the dwarf to jump up. “Oh my! Th-this isn’t what it looks like! W-well... it is. I-I’m trying to help you!” he explained.
“You tied me up, I’m naked, and you’re playing with my tits!” you replied, trying to pull yourself free.
“Th-that’s because I’m trying to milk the slime out of you! You’ve been out for more than a day!” he explained. “Look in the bucket!” he said pointing at the bucket beneath you. You look down and see the bucket is filled halfway with blue and green slime, reminding you of how you got to this point. “See! I’m not lying! I promise I’m not like that!”
“Oh... then why am I tied up with leather?” you questioned, still suspicious of the situation.
“These are my horse straps! I use them to keep my horses still for grooming and things of that nature!” he explained, walking over to grab a strap in the neighboring stall. He comes back leading an adorable dark brown mini-horse. He let go of the horse to reach up and undo your wrist straps. “You saved me! I figured I should at least return the favor.”
As he undid your wrist straps they fell to your sides. “Oh! Sigh!... Thank god!” you breathed a sigh of relief, massaging your wrists once they were free.
“Can I get you anything?”