To the stocks with her!

"One month in the stocks!" you render your judgment on Scout Harding after a dramatic pause. "Your scouting duties outside of Skyhold shall continue but all days off must now be spent as a public cum dump until your debt to the Inquisition has been paid in full. Is that understood?"

"Oh! Yes, sir!" Scout Harding plays along, nodding giddily in agreement with her sentence.

"Very well." you nod before turning to your burly guards. "Have this dwarf taken to the stocks, strip her completely naked, and declare her free-use."

The two men both snap crisp salutes before stepping forward to seize the dwarf by the hands.

"Thank you, Your Worship!" Harding cheers, all smiles as the armored guards drag her away.

"Well, that was strange." you think to yourself as the dwarven girl disappears from your view. You don't get very long to contemplate it before Josephine calls upon the next name on her list.

You spent the next few hours stuck on your throne, speeding through the remaining judgments all the while pumping your cocksleeve Krem full of spunk. With a heavy reliance on your classic "eh, just give'em to the Grey Wardens" ruling, you plow through Josie's agenda in record time.

“I believe that was everyone, Inquisitor,” Josephine signals, giving her list another once-over.

"Finally..." you gripe, reaching down and yanking Krem off your prick by his dark Tevinter hair. "You may return to the tavern, slut," you order, relieving the temporary cocksleeve of his duty. "And show the Iron Bull my full gratitude for loaning me his second-in-command for the day..."

"Aye, sir." the cum-faced Krem responds, giving your prick one last kiss before he scurries off. After a brief moment of admiring the naked Vint's toned backside as he exits the throne room, you leap from your chair and start ambling your way in the direction of the Chanty gardens.

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The news of Scout Harding's demotion to public cum dump had traveled fast through Skyhold. Having the reputation for being an incorrigible flirt, it's no surprise the adorable scout already has a long line of eager men waiting for their opportunity to try out her tight, dwarven holes.

Using Inquisitor's privileges to cut to the front, you find Harding currently being spit-roasted. Two burly soldiers plow the dwarf from either side of the stockades while the diminutive scout makes use of an apple crate to keep her lower half at the proper height for human penetration.

"Maker, I love dwarven pussy!" the back soldier declares to the heavens, tossing his head back as he greedily pounds away at the scout's pussy, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the gardens.

"Shortstack gives great head too..." his partner adds. "Way better than that snobby Duchess."

While you wait for the men to finish, you take a moment to glance across the Chantry gardens. True to her word, Harding had scouted a rather idyllic location to install her public stockades, quite possibly the last unspoiled part of Skyhold until today. Tucked beneath a Brecialian oak, the shade ensures the girl's fair dwarven skin kept sunburn-free while not far off to your left, you spot a pair of picnicking lovers sampling Orlesian wine and cheeses together on a blanket, seemingly unfazed by the rowdy soldiers breaking in their newest toy a stone's throw away.

Approaching climax, the two men quicken their paces, hammering away at the bounded dwarf. The man in the back soon lets out a deep grunt, his white knuckles gripping the wooden stocks as he lets loose inside your newly-christened cum dump. You hear muffled moans coming from Harding's stuffed mouth followed by a loud hiss from the soldier in front as he halts his thrusts, his heavy balls slapping the girl's chin as he too unloads down the redhead's welcoming throat.

"Mmm thanks for that, cum dump." the soldier smirks, pulling his cock free from her lips.

"Happy to be of service, fellas!” Harding answers with an adorable smile but only after finally gulping down her mouthful of spunk. "Come back if those balls need draining again, okay?"

"Oh, we'll be back real soon..." The soldier behind Harding promises, giving her dwarven rump an appreciative smack before hastily collecting his trousers and shuffling off with his partner. You can't help but chuckle noticing the two satisfied-looking customers rushing to join at the back of the long line again, already ready for another go at Skyhold's most eager cum-dump.

"Hello, Scout-or should I say, Cum Dump Harding," you chuckle, sauntering up to the stockades, the girl's face at eye level with your obnoxious bulge. "How's the new position treating you?"

"Great~!" the dwarf peers up at you, threads of cock-flavored drool still hanging from her lips. "So far everyone's been super friendly!" she grins. "The men seem to really be enjoying me."

"I'll say..." you chuckle, admiring the thick layer of seed soaking her face and coating her body. The scout's signature bun is undone, strands of ginger hair glued to her face with dried spunk.

"Honestly, I'm just happy to be useful to the Inquisition again." the cock-drunk Harding offers before glancing back to your throbbing loins. "Are-are you here to use me too, Your Worship?"

"Actually, I was hoping for a scouting report..." you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you unfasten your pants, freeing your prick and letting it flop against Harding's freckled face. "Of course I'm here to use you." you tease her. "That's what public cum dump are for, right?"

"R-Right!" Harding stammers, a crimson blush visible through her heavily cum-stained cheeks.

With that, you reach down and grab hold of your throbbing prick by the base, giving the length a few teasing strokes before presenting the head of your rigid cock to the restrained girl's lips.

Dutifully, Scout Harding pops her tiny mouth open wide, letting her tongue waggle invitingly while her green eyes stare up at you submissively awaiting your cock. With a buck of your hips, you plunge your cock deep into her mouth, instantly gagging the dwarf around your thickness. If any part of Harding had hoped you might go easy on her because of your personal friendship, she's quickly cured of that delusion as you begin mercilessly fucking your former scout's face.

While no stranger to her blowjobs, either out in the field or while enjoying cold ales at the Rest, the added thrill of having your favorite scout in bondage makes her mouth feel like new again. Gripping the top of the stocks for leverage, you slam your prick repeatedly into Harding's face, the girl's neck bulging obscenely with each brutal thrust as you probe the depths of her throat, ribbons of spit flying from the corners of her strained lips as your sack slaps against her chin.

To her credit, Harding gradually adjusts to your rough treatment, relaxing her spasming throat to allow more of your invading length, dedicated to being the most accommodating cum dump. You reward that dedication with a sadistic thrust, driving your cock balls deep inside the dwarf until her face is **** flush with your lap, grinding her nose in your saliva-soaked pubic hair.

Pinned between your hairy lap and the wooden stocks with her windpipe plugged by your cock, the sputtering dwarf's gags fill the entire Chantry gardens as you hold her head firmly in place. Tears stream down Harding's cheeks as you savor her collapsing throat milking your thickness, letting the scout turn blue in the face before finally pulling back and letting her breathe again.

"Having second thoughts about your new position, Scout?" you offer, lips curling into a smirk as you drag your spit-coated prick across the panting dwarf's face like a perverted paintbrush.

“...Are you kidding? I've got goosebumps.” the scout answers between **** gulps of air, her voice hoarse from her vicious throat-fuck. “This beats sitting around the tavern any day!"

"Well, in that case," your grin widens. "I'll have to break you in like a proper cum dump..."