Chapter 2
Special Order
It wasn't everyday Alorna went to the trouble of personally procuring goods, but there were a few clients that she simply couldn't afford to disappoint. She was expecting an old friend to stroll through the next criminal's bazaar for an order she placed months ago. This woman didn't quite have the reputation that the seasoned slaver had, but those that did know her knew not to cross her. No matter how much influence Alorna had in the criminal world, or the world in general, someone who dealt with demons always had more. Besides, this client could get her hands on certain things no one else could and losing her business would pain Alorna and her collection of rarities. The trouble with this order, however, was that you couldn't simply fulfill it early. She needed it at a very specific time and it wasn't the type of slave you could catch and hold onto for months at a time. Alorna's client required a hero, specifically a paladin. While paladins are strong beings, months of imprisonment would lead them to lose their faith in whichever God gave them their power. Without their faith, they're just another goody two-shoe twat with a sword. So, not only did Alorna need to have them at a specific date, but she needed to capture them and force them into submission no more than a week in advance. What a hassle.
So Alorna walked through the markets of Glimmer, a large titan of a city, with a hood drawn over her head. Brick and Mortar didn't flank her, as they usually did, nor were any of her guards in sight. Alorna hunting for slaves was rare enough, but doing so without any protection was simply unheard of. It wasn't something that had happened in a decade at the very least, when she was new to the game and looking to prove herself. Despite that, Alorna couldn't help but feel excited. Tricking and trapping someone was a rush and not a part of the business she'd done in sometime. In fact, the last time she got her hands dirty with this part of the business was when this very same client placed her last order.
That one was much easier, however. She needed a large amount of people to sacrifice and bind their souls to the astral plane where they'd be servants to some demon or another. For that job Alorna simply took the brutes under her employ to a small village and... Well, let's just say when the patrolling guards returned, all the villagers had mysteriously disappeared. Quite the mystery that's sprung many legends about various curses placed upon the village. Quite the tragedy really.
Alorna knew finding a paladin would be easy. Getting them to follow her, even easier. She had a slight worry that they would try to start a fight with her before she could lead them to the trap, however. That would cause some problems, so Alorna walked with purpose. She didn't wander for a even a moment, knowing every twist and turn to take before she was in the center of the market. She reached a storefront and pushed the door open, the bell above it jingling as she entered. A small dusty potions shop lay before her. Candles lit the room very dimly and sunlight struggled to make it through the dirty window. A small bald man stood behind a mahogany counter chattering with a customer.
He gives Alorna a nod of acknowledgment as she enters, but continues his sale. Alorna walks around the store for a moment, waiting impatiently, inspecting the various jars of ingredients. She lets her long nails dance along the tops, listening to the quiet clink as they tap against the glass. Staring into the jars, Alorna truly isn't sure what any of these things might be. She'd never gotten into the potions game, though not out of disinterest. She's simply always had brew-masters at her disposal and never saw the need to learn it herself. The quiet, unmistakable sound of coins being exchanged rings through Alorna's ear, followed by the sound of the customer before her leaving the store.
"Might I be able to help ya miss?" The bald man rattles, his voice raspy. Alorna turns to the man and removes her hood. His eyes open wide, heart nearly stopping as he comes face to face with the Dragon. He sputters and stutters and can't seem to get any words out, round face turning red. "Lady Alorna!" He hisses. "My-my-my sincerest apologies! Had I known, If I did... know it were you I woulda shooed that customer right away! I'd never, never, never make you wait like that, Lady Alorna!" A smile comes to the Slavers face as she enjoys how flustered he is from just meeting her gaze, enjoying the fear in his eye.
"Be silent," She commands, walking to the counter, her heels clacking loudly on the wood floors below. She places her hands upon the counter and runs an eye over the shelf behind the counter, bogged down with hundreds of vials, bottles, and flasks of glowing liquid. "I need a few things from you. Aphrodisiac, invisibility, and two shots of liquid courage." He swallows hard and nods his little head, turning and rushing to the back room. Alorna leans over and peers through the door. The man is rustling around chests and cabinets and checking double checking and triple checking shelves. He grabs two large flasks and two small vials before coming back to the counter setting them all down before the slaver.
"Free uh charge, Lady Alorna," He says breathlessly, his hands shaking as she stares him down. Alorna tugs her hood back over her head with a sigh. She grabs the two flasks and a vial, placing them gently in her bag. She then pushes the remaining vial towards the small man.
"Drink that," She says. "Your cowardice disgusts me." With that Alorna turns and leaves the little shop. Not wanting to disobey an order from such a powerful woman, the little round potion salesman snatches the flask of liquid courage and gulps it down. Alorna casts an eye around the market, adjusting her hood, making sure it hid her face entirely. While she could easily bribe the guards to ignore her presence, she'd prefer to keep her gold in her pocket. There was no doubt in her mind the guardsmen of Glimmer knew her face. So, satisfied with her hood placement, Alorna began walking. She followed the road towards the Eastern gate.
It was the longest way out of town and she'd be walking for some time, but it was the only one that passed by the temple. If she was going to ensnare a paladin, she'd need to not only pass by that temple, but actually go inside. The sheer thought of entering that building made her stomach turn. The stoic and intimidating woman was no fool and had no doubt that there were definitely gods presiding over the world. If they were keeping an eye on any place, it'd be within their temples. Alorna had done many bad things in her life. While she didn't specifically target those that worship gods, she'd surely done plenty of things to offend plenty of deities.
With hopes that her offers to Karma, the goddess of luck, were enough to keep her protected for what little time she intended to spend inside, Alorna entered the temple. Immediately she felt as if she were being watched. As if a thousand eyes bore down on her all at once, watching her every move, counting her every breath. There was no one else in the entryway, but Alorna knew she wasn't simply alone. Alorna dug the small vial from her bag and flicked the cork off with a long nailed thumb. It popped free and the bitter liquid silver potion was in her belly before the stopper hit the polished stone floors. She gave a shiver, inhaled deeply, and continued walking.
The pews creaked as she passed and the ground felt as if it were rumbling, but none of the other temple goers seemed to notice. She steels herself, the liquid courage warming her insides, and made her way up to the raised portion of the temple, where the small shrines to each god were set up in a semi-circle. Alorna makes her way to Karma's shrine. Karma is a flashy goddess, her shrine the only one made of precious metals. A mixture of bronze, silver, and gold, polished well enough to see your reflection, are bent and formed into the shape of a rabbit's head. The head sits in a small square basin which is filled with precious gems.
Alorna frees a small bag, about the size of a fist, from her belt and gives it a shake. She opens it and turns it over above the rabbit. A rainbow of gem shards rains over the little effigy, pooling in the already full basin below. While not many people offered Karma their undivided worship, everyone with half a brain made an offering to the luck goddess. You'd be a fool not to. Alorna was one of the few that didn't bother with the rest of the gods. She reached out and rubbed the ears of the rabbit, which shone even brighter than the rest of it, and gave a silent thanks for the continued luck in her life.
"In need of a little luck?" Someone inquired. Alorna moved her head ever so slightly, gazing at the other person out of the corner of her eye. A young man, but a man nonetheless. He wore heavy steel armor, a massive claymore secured to his back. A large shield hung along with it, no doubt embossed with the same lion sigil that rested on the chest of his armor. Despite his heavy arms, he truly didn't look to be much. Pale skin, splashed with freckles. Close cropped brown hair and dark blue eyes. Probably just finished his training, hasn't even seen any action. Alorna knew what he was and he knew what she was... to an extent.
Making such a large offering to Karma paired with the hood was a look that only a certain brand of person took on. And it didn't take a genius to know he was a paladin. Just what she needed. Alorna offered a smile, still not turning towards him, and reached into her satchel. "Mine has begun to run out, so I figured I'd come and make sure I was still in Lady Karma's good graces," She explained. The slaver fished a large ruby from her satchel and pressed it into the man's palm. "Everyone could use a little extra luck. Rubies are said to bring you good fortune on the battlefield, warrior." The man eyed her suspiciously, but didn't stop her as she turned and left the temple.
Stage one of her plan, don't get smited, was complete! As well as stage two, attracting the attention of a paladin. As she left the temple, Alorna took note of the woman in similar armor, with similar markings, of a similar age standing in the courtyard. She didn't seem to notice Alorna, leaning against a wall and staring ahead with a blank expression, clearly lost in thought. Alorna walked slowly, rejoining the crowded streets as the temple doors opened once more. The slaver kept a steady pace, making her way to the Eastern gates. Banking on her fresh offering to Lady Karma and the liquid courage, Alorna makes her way passed the guards and through the gates without a hitch.
Brick saw the black stallion that belonged to Alorna trotting down the path towards where he had set up camp, as he was instructed. He was surprised to see her back so soon, especially without a paladin in tow. The bodyguard got to his feet and dusted the dirt from his iron leggings, making sure he was presentable as his employer grew closer and closer. Alorna had never failed to capture a slave before, she had a natural talent for it, so Brick really didn't know what to say as she climbed from her steed. He offered a hand, making sure she didn't roll an ankle hopping from a horse in a pair of heels, and gave her a moment to steady herself on the ground.
Alorna swept her hood from her head and before she could say a word was met with a triumphant, "Ah-ha!" Brick snapped to attention, grabbing the hilt of his blade. Alorna rolled her eyes and turned towards the voice. The pair of paladins from the temple emerged from surrounding trees. The man had an excited, almost crazed look in his eye, proud he managed to track Alorna like this. The woman didn't look quite as excited. A sleepy look seemed to be her permanent expression, almost as if she were bored of her work. "I knew it! You, you're Alorna the Dragon!" The man boomed, pointing an accusing finger her direction. Alorna raised her eyebrows, waiting a moment.
"Is that all?" She sighed, reaching into her satchel. Alorna pulled a square of silk fabric, balling it up in her hand.
"I, uh, no! We're paladins and, under the authority of Intrepidity, we're going to arrest you for the crimes you've committed against the Seven Kingdoms!" Brick took that as his cue to draw his sword and step in front of Alorna. The polished steel of his sword glittered in the sunlight. The paladins each drew their own weapons, the man a claymore and the woman a long sword. She sprung forward, clashing with Brick. With a few quick, calculated strikes she managed to push him back, forcing him to separate from Alorna. The slaver didn't seem too worried that she was left without a bodyguard. The man started forward, holding his claymore threateningly.
Alorna didn't move, staring him down. His jaw tensed and he swallowed hard. It was clear, unlike his companion, the man had never been in an actual fight. Alorna, however, had been in more than most generals and had brought men greater than him to their knees. Assuming she wouldn't fight back, the man lowered his blade, walking closer with more confidence. He reached out, to snatch her arm, but Alorna was too quick. Her movements were simple. With a step to the right, she moved away from his grasp and brought him within her reach. Alorna pressed the silk cloth to her nose, making sure to cover her mouth as well, and brought her other hand around. The paladin only got a moment's look at what was coming. Within her hand was a flask of glowing pink liquid. He hadn't any time to figure out what exactly it was as it smashed against his chest piece, Alorna's many rings clattering against the steel armor.
The liquid hit the air and burst forth into a thick cloud around the duo. Alorna slunk back, out of the cloud where the man choked and gagged on the gas and removed the cloth from her face, placing it back in her satchel. Meanwhile Brick dueled with the woman. She was fast, but he was powerful. With a lucky swing his blade struck her sword at the very base and sent it flying from her hands. He didn't waste a moment, clasping a massive hand around the woman's slender neck and pinning her against a large tree behind. The tree shook as she slammed back against it and the woman let out a lewd, "Haahn," her cheeks flushing red. Brick couldn't help but smirk.
The cloud cleared, the paladin on the ground shaking, breathing short and fast breaths. He stared up at Alorna with wide eyes, drool spilling from his lips. "Aphrodisiac is a volatile concoction," Alorna explained. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Even the slightest spark will ignite it and turn it to a gaseous cloud. Inhale that cloud and it acts as a paralysis, while still driving your sex drive wild. It's slated as cruel and unusual and thus those that train guards, armies, and paladins aren't allowed to force their students to build a tolerance to it." A grin came to Alorna's lips as she stared down at the man. No matter how much training he'd done, or the fact that he was the head of his class, he had been outmatched. Sheer brute force couldn't overcome a woman like Alorna. Thwarting do-gooders was simply a second nature for the crime boss.
"What'll we do with this one, Lady Alorna?" Brick grunted. Alorna glanced back and waved her hand over her shoulder dismissively.
"Didn't you break your toy just recently, Brick? You can have her, I have no use for two paladins." Brick grinned at the woman. He grabbed the collar of her armor and gave a firm pull. The leather straps which secured it in place snapped as if they were nothing and the chest-plate came free. Beneath was a dark red top hugging her body. The woman didn't seem too upset about what Brick intended to do to her. In fact, she almost seemed happy to be whisked away from the life of a paladin. Brick stripped the woman of the rest of her armor, leaving her in just a snug pair of boy shorts, her top, and her boots. He secured her sword to his own belt and slung her paralyzed partner over his shoulder. The woman didn't struggle or try to run, instead simply walking beside the Slaver and her bodyguard as they headed back to their actual camp. The man was stripped of his weapons and armor and tossed in a cage, the woman brought to Brick's tent.
The next morning came slowly. Starry blue sky broke to a brilliant orange-red, the twin suns raising over the horizon. Titan, the larger of the duo, burned bright. Archimedes was much smaller, orbiting the star like a planet. As light spilled over the camp, few people stirred. Lazy, those criminals. The poachers returned with their catches for the day and brought the meat to those that cooked for the massive camp. Assistants to the more renown criminals ran around, preparing things for their masters. The Stable Masters switched out, allowing the one who guarded at night to head off for some food and then sleep. Alorna's encampment was truly like a small town.
Brick stirred, the warmth of his new slave lying against his body. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked down at her, admiring her body for a moment. She was a nice shade of mocha, her body toned as a warrior's should be. Her legs were thick with powerful muscle, her ass large from having to store all the fat in her body. She had a slender waist and a toned muscular tummy, her abs nicely defined. Her breasts were a generous handful. She had a nice face, one not from this Kingdom. Her jaw was rounded and lips full. She had a small nose that upturned much the same as Alorna's. Brick wondered if she might be from the same Kingdom as his employer, but not all of her features lined up. Namely, the lack of sharp ears and sharpness in general.
"Aanlyn," He grunted, running a large hand through her short sandy blonde hair. "It's time for you breakfast." The paladin woman stirred, with a small groan.
"Does my breakfast look a lot like your cock?" She muttered. Brick smirked. Aanlyn sat up and stretched. She adjusted her new collar, still getting used to the feeling of wearing it and looked around the tent. Brick grabbed her collar and roughly pulled, forcing her face down by her crotch. She released a pleasant moan, enjoying being manhandled in such a way, and took his large cock in her mouth with complaint. It wasn't quite hard yet, with only morning stiffness. Aanlyn bobbed her head, soft lips running up and down the length. She'd spent the day before becoming acquainted with its size and could easily take the entire thing into her mouth.
It kept growing as she blew him, hardening on her tongue. She made sure to take his large nuts in her hand, massaging them. She could feel just how full they were, despite draining them time and time again just hours before. She didn't know how he produced so much so quickly, but she wasn't complaining. Aanlyn moaned, letting it slide down her throat. Hot spit ran down Brick's fat cock as she choked herself on it. He lay back groaning, giving his hips a lazy pump every so often, eliciting a loud gag from her. With a smirk, Brick grabbed her by the hair and held her in place. He humped wildly, forcing his cock down her throat, turning her mocha cheeks red and making her big brown eyes water.
He pulled her free and tossed her to the side. Aanlyn sit on her knees, drool all over chin and dripping sloppily onto her breasts as she gasped for breath. She panted staring at Brick as he got up, his large cock standing at attention. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back over to him, standing beside the bed roll. Aanlyn opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue loll out as he pushed back in. She did her best to suck on him as he face fucked her so roughly, holding onto her collar for leverage. Throat bulging with her breakfast. Brick didn't keep that position for long, pulling free of her mouth and pushing her onto the ground. He got on her knees at her feet and flipped her over, grabbing her by the hips and pulling that fat ass into the air.
Without even a moment to prepare Brick thrust forward, cramming the entirety of his spit-lubed cock up her ass. "Nyah!" Aanlyn screamed her moan, ass stretching to fit him. Brick chuckled, staying planted deep up her ass for a moment, letting her feel his size. He gaze her thick cheek a swat, leaving a nice sized handprint. Aanlyn whined, pushing back against him. He planted a hand on the back of her head, holding her face to the ground as he began thrusting. Loud clapping could be heard from outside the tent. Brick's muscualr thighs smacking Aanlyn's round ass with plenty of force, pounding her tight asshole into a new shape.
Aanlyn was in heaven. She loved being overpowered. After spending a year as a powerful paladin, it was nice to get fucked into the dirt like a common whore. She wasn't a warrior any longer. Being a toy for this nasty criminal was her new life. And, as those thoughts flooded her head, Aanlyn couldn't help herself. She came, hard. Juices gushes from her aching drooling cunt, squirting all over, making a mess of their thighs. Brick grunted and panted, pounding her ass, but felt himself getting close to finishing. He pulled out off her and yanked her back to her knees by the hair. Brick took hold of Aanlyn's long sword and turned her around, holding between her face and his cock. He wrapped his hand around his length and began stroking, fast, milking his cock.
Powerful ropes of hot cum shot forth. The splattered across Aanlyn's face and coated the blade. Shot after shot, Brick disgraced the Paladin and the blade she swore to protect all that is good with. He emptied his balls all over the two of them. Aanlyn didn't do anything to stop this disrespectful act. Instead she sat on her knees, mouth open, tongue out, catching as much as she could in her mouth. Then she leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the cold steel, licking up the hot seed of her master.
"Aren't Paladins supposed to be strong willed?" Alorna prodded from the tent's entrance. The pair jumped, clearly startled, and looked to the slaver, who stood with folded arms. She cocked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by what she walked in on. "Brick, we have business." He cleared his throat and nodded, jumping up, beginning to walk towards her. Alorna holds up a hand, halting him. "Get. Dressed." With that she turns and exits. Aanlyn watches as Brick rushes around the tent, tugging on his clothes and armor as fast as he could. She laughed, despite being the one on her knees coated in cum. He shot her a glare.
"Aren't Paladins supposed to be strong willed?" He repeated Alorna's question.
"They are, but I'm a Paladin of Intrepidity, the God of War. He favors might overall and wouldn't mind me serving a strong warrior, like yourself," Aanlyn explained, using a cloth to wipe the mess from her body. Brick blushed and nodded, leaving the tent. Alorna stood there beside Mortar, who had the similar look of shame Brick held. She must have walked in on him this morning as well. That woman should wear a bell during the mornings. Alorna led them to the cage with the Paladin man within. The guard saw her coming and quickly unlocked it, opening the door so Alorna wouldn't have to break her stride.
Within was the disheveled paladin, slowly recovering from the Aphrodisiac. He looked up at Alorna and whispered a word of power. His eyes flashed gold and he looked upon her. From his eyes he saw the form of the slaver, but he couldn't see Brick or Mortar behind her. Instead a rich black aura emanated from the woman, the aura of evil and malice. Whatever Alorna had planned for him, it wasn't good. He gulped, staring up at her. "What'll you do to me?" He whispered, voice shaky.
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