She agrees eagerly.

“Yes, sir.” she says, eyes closed.

“Well, go on,” you say, teasing her cunt-lips mercilessly.

“She… she’s a bitch.” She pauses at that, as if she needs to justify you. You place a warning finger on her ass, and she hurriedly continues. “I… I found out she was saying bad things about me around the village.”

“What things? You have to tell me all of it.”

“She said that I was a slut. That I got wet for half the men who came in my forge, that I’d have let them fuck me, only most of them wouldn’t have me… that I’d have been a whore if I was pretty enough.”

“And was it true?”

“What?”

She cries out as you slap her ass again, and then **** three fingers roughly into her cunt. “Answer the damn question, bitch, or I’ll have to punish you. Were the things she was saying true?”

“Yes!” the answer bursts from her lips unbidden. “Yes, they were. Some men make me wet every time they see them! Often I don’t have the guts to ask them to fuck me, so I frig myself whenever they leave my shop! Sometimes I don’t even bother to close the door and go into the back room, because I’m hoping they’ll see me and take me! I did that when you first came here! I would love to be a whore, just a piece of meat for men to use when and however they want! If I had a soft, slender body like hers I’d spread my legs for a different person every night!” You feel her muscles contract around your fingers as she makes this confession.

“So, you were taking **** on her?” She nods. “How?”

She moans as you remove your fingers again. For a moment you think she’s going to ask for them back, but no, she obediently continues. “She… she wasn’t much better than a whore herself. She’s spread her legs for anyone who’d give her a pretty gift. So, I asked for a food delivery from the inn late, so I knew she’d be going straight home afterwards. So the innkeeper wouldn’t miss her.”

You nod, gently stroking the edge of her slit again. She shivers.

“When she came in here, I grabbed her – I liked how it felt when she struggled against me – and pushed her onto the anvil with her ass in the air, and strapped her down. I tore off her dress. She looked really good with her cunny pointing at me and her nipples getting hard from the cold metal of the anvil.”

“Was that when you decided to fuck her?” you ask, amused at the similarity to the situation she now finds herself in.

“Not exactly, but when I saw her, all naked and helpless like that, I… touched myself. Through my clothes. Then… I stuck my fingers in her. She screamed and called me a pervert, but I told her... if she wasn’t quiet, if she didn’t do what I said, I’d sell her to slavers and watch as they **** her. That shut her up.”

“Would you have?” You’re eager to tease out every detail in the same way you’re teasing her pussy.

“I don’t know. I thought I was bluffing, just trying to scare her – I liked it when she was scared, but… I’d have loved to watch her get ****. I’d love to watch you **** her.” You file that thought away as she continues the story. “I stuck my fingers inside her, and asked her about all the rumours of the men she’d fucked. She denied them all, but at each name, each rumour, she got a bit wetter. So I knew they were all true. Then, I wanted to humiliate her and punish her, so I took the a hammer – that hammer – and stuck the haft of it in her and fucked her with it.”

“Why that hammer?” you ask, suspecting the answer.

“Because when I’m horny I use that one. I put it head down on the ground so the haft sticks up, and then I ride it like it was a man, until I cum.” You are amused to note the haft is less impressive than your cock.

She continues. “I was really horny by then, so I stood in front of her and pulled up my tunic and…” she trails off.

“Made her eat you out? Made her lick your dirty little slit until her mouth was full of juices and you came like the pervert you are?”

“YES!” You slap her ass again for yelling. “Yes. Anyway, after that I told her that if she told anyone I’d tell people about her whoring around, and that she’d liked my snatch – only I’d tell them it was her idea. And I sent her home. Naked. I hear she had to fuck three men to get home. And since then, whenever she comes round, I’ve done whatever I can think of to her. I’ve stuck all my tools in her at one time or another – I won’t use anything now that hasn’t been in her cunt. I always make her lick her me out, and I made her lick my ass, and…” she breaks down. “Oh, gods, please fuck me! Please do it now, I’m begging you whatever you want, please!”