The Blacksmith

After they'd had their fun on the road, Dusklord and Lilly walked to the town. It took them only a few hours, though both of them were nearly limitless in stamina compared to a normal person. This allowed them to eat up the ground, moving at a steady but constant pace where a more normal group would have had to stop or slow long ago. After a while, Lilly was able to spot the first of the buildings.

The town was nestled between several large and craggy hills. They were inhospitable, jagged and dangerous to cross. Lilly was no expert in warfare, but she was betting that there were only a few places where a group could **** their way though, and that these natural passages were likely quite heavily guarded. The town itself was fairly large for what seemed to be a medieval style civilisation, with buildings nestled close to one another, and sections for what looked like markets, livestock and living areas. There was a developed street system, and a large stone wall that ringed the whole town. The wall was thick and sturdy, broken up by towers that rose above it. There were only a few large gates in the wall, and as they moved closer, Lilly began to notice that they were no longer alone. People travelled to and from this location often, and the road began to get busy. Merchants and travellers both were heading to the town, but they paid little attention to her. In this world, she was just another ****. Lilly didn't know whether to be glad about that, or annoyed that no one was looking at her body. She did see other women though, many of them trussed up in the same way that she was. Dusklord was allowing her to walk behind him, staggering as she felt the pull of the chains against her clit. In spite of her efforts, she'd cum several times, moaning and gasping as she did. The first time, it had made her feel good. Dusklord was the only one there then, and the idea of being made to cum like this played into her fantasies.

After that however, it got a bit more awkward. With more people on the roads, Lilly did her best to control her body, but the stimulation of her walking was constant, designed to drive her right to the very edge. Before long, she was breathing heavily, sweat beaded her brow, and she was trying not to climax in public on the road. It was a state of affairs that was not reserved only for her. Other ****-girls seemed to be feeling the same thing, staggering behind their various masters. Lilly quickly started to realise that she was one of the lucky ones. Most of them were collared, their master holding the chain which was tethered around their neck, and forcing them to move quickly to catch up. They moaned and cried as their pierced clits were tormented by this **** jog, but no one seemed to care. Some were even worse off than this, because the chain anchored between their legs was tied not to their ankles, but to a chain which was held by their owner. The poor **** would be tormented by a sharp tug each and every time their owner felt they were falling behind. Lilly was not the only one moaning, or the only one who was aroused in spite of wanting to preserve her dignity.

After what seemed like an eternity, they were directly before the gates. A troop of guards were manning the station, and Lilly shivered as she felt their eyes on her body. Unlike the travellers, the guards _did _have the time to ogle the **** girls, and Lilly was clearly a favourite. Years of intense exercise had left her body fit and slim, her breasts were proud, and her nipples hardened by the journey here. She swallowed, feeling their attention on her like a spotlight. She did her best to pretend otherwise, hoping that they didn't see how wet she was getting.

Forever and a minute later, the gates were opened and they were allowed through. Inside the walls, the town was wealthy looking. The buildings were stone and brick, thatched with wood and straw, and the people looked well fed and happy. There were no obvious signs of starvation or disease that Lilly could see. The crowd was large, and she guessed the town was quite populated, it seemed to make much of its wealth from trade, as Dusklord led her past several market areas, full of cries and merchants. There were several inns, and places to eat or to relax, as well as large buildings meant for social gathering and public bathing. She also noticed that there were many soldiers, far more than a town this size would usually have. They were armed with swords and shields, clad in mail armour, and wearing distinctive helmets to provide authority.

Another thing she noticed is that there were not just female slaves. Though, females were the majority, it seemed slavery here could be applied to any gender, and men were potential targets too. The male slaves weren't treated much better than the female ones, they too were stripped naked and bound in chains. Led by their masters, and **** into humiliating and compromising positions. Lilly was not the only naked woman in the street, there were several, though most of them were conventionally attractive, she noted. It seemed that those who considered not so blessed were either not taken or just not shown off in the same way. Figured.

The first place they went to was one of the blacksmiths. There, the bald and muscular man was brought out to examine her body, Lilly did her best to remain still as he tugged on the loops of darkness that ran through her breasts. he was rough, not even bothering to try and spare her, and Lilly jumped again and again as he tugged and twisted them. He had no eyes for her, but was focused on the metal itself, judging and measuring it as he worked.

"Never seen anything like this before," he said, "Are you sure you want to replace it?"

"The rings themselves, no." Dusklord said, "But I am going to need new chains and bindings. They're starting to run a bit loose."

"Hmmm." The blacksmith whistled from between his teeth, the universal sign that something was about to be rather expensive. "I can do it, but if you want it fast, it'll cost money."

As he spoke, he knelt down, his eyes were locked between her legs.

"Spread your thighs, ****." He ordered her without looking up. Lilly felt her face burning in shame, her eyes locked on the ground, she spread her legs, forcing them to go as far as they could. She couldn't believe she was doing this, revealing her womanhood to this total stranger. A moment later, his fingers were around the metal ring that ran through her clitoral hood, when he tugged it, she gasped, an explosion of sensation thundering through her body. He twisted it, trying to get a good look, turning it this way and that. Lilly's back arched, was she going to cum right here in front of this bastard? Somehow, she managed to hold it in, wrestling her body back into submission.

"It needs to be fast," Dusklord said, moving forwards perhaps to subtly draw the attention of the man back to him and away from her. "I can offer you thirty raq."

"Thirty?" The man said, "For a rush job? At this time? That's pathetic, I'd need at least sixty, no, ninety. My supply of metal is all but used up. I could do it, but I'd need it to be worth my time."

"Ninety?" Dusklord said, "That's ridiculous. Last I came this way, thirty would have been considered generous!"

"Yes, well, that was long ago, wasn't it?" The man said, looking towards the villain. "Time was, thirty would have been plenty, yeah. But then the war happened."

"War?" Dusklord said.

"The war against the Panthagoths." The blacksmith said. "We won that one, of course. But the year after that, the Vosor started raiding our outposts, so that was another war. Then, having taken out both of them, the Kingdom of Sever decided we were weak and launched an invasion of their own. Funny old thing, war. The more you think you're done with it, the more you have left to do. Anyway, prices skyrocketed, the army is buying up any good metal. I can give you the job for sixty, but you need to wait for my stock to come in. Otherwise, it has to be ninety."

"I can find someone else," Dusklord said, but the man just laughed.

"I'm the best in the town and you know it - it's why you came to me. Besides, not a single smith would give you a price lower than ninety for a rush order now. Some would charge as high as one hundred and twenty Raq!"

"Hmmm." Dusklord said nothing for a moment. Lilly wondered if he actually had the money. it was a weird thought, since he was richer than almost anyone back home. But paper money probably didn't hold a lot of value here, did it? it wasn't that he hadn't brought supplies, but if inflation had more than tripled the expected price, it was possible that he didn't have enough. She tried to consider the question from his point of view. What were his options? Well, stealing was possible. He _was _a thief, after all, even if a rather civilised and handsome one. But he didn't know where the chains were, and more importantly, if word got back to his brother about his power, then he'd know who it was in an instant, and Dusklord didn't want to be seen as a thief if he wanted his brother's help. So stealing was out. Arguing the man down to a lower price was possible, but if supply and demand was as bad as the smith said, that was unlikely too. He could always rely on his name, since he was the older brother of the man who ran the town, but then the smith would likely send word to the ruler, and Dusklord would again be on the back foot. He wanted the element of surprise, presenting himself at the castle before his brother even realised he was there. The two didn't have a good relationship, and it was better that his younger brother not have time to stew on why he had returned in case he reached the wrong conclusion.

As Lilly saw it, she now had two options. She could either stay silent and allow Dusklord to try and figure out a way to come out on top of this exchange or else she could offer to help pay with the one thing that she had that the smith might be interested in, her body. The idea sent a hot flash racing down her spine, both shame and humiliation welled up inside of her that she was even contemplating it. But there was a little excitement as well. After all, wasn't that what being a **** was supposed to be about?