A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten

... usually were better at restraining unruly prisoners. Those titties just kept shaking inside that dress and they were quite happy to keep wrestling with her and watching them fly.

Normally, after they had changed a female prisoner into her prison clothes she would have been kept in the jailor’s office for some ‘interrogation’ while everyone had a turn at enjoying a good time with her. After they were done, if the male prisoners had been co-operative, she might have then been given to them to also have fun, as a reward for their good behaviour.

In this case, Armstrong had ordered that this little Wood Elf be treated with kid gloves and were not to use her body for their pleasure. He had heard a rumour that she was associated in some way with someone in high places and best not be touched. Tempting as her jiggling breasts were, the jailors had dutifully resisted the urge to feel her up.

As they carried Cadwarra into the second cell she grabbed the bars of the door. “I’m not going in there! I’m innocent! That bastard was asking to be raped!”

“Sure he was” one jailor responded as he pried her fingers off the bars. “Maybe you should have gotten consent first...” He loosened the grip of one of her hands and added, while he started to pull off the other hand, “...Maybe if he had an erection or was in your bed, then you might have had a right to legally force him!”

“You bastard son-of-a-bitch. He

did

have an erection and

was

in my bed! I had every right to ...

... take him! His big prick was there for me to use. Any girl would have...

any

girl! This is false arrest”

“Any thing you say will be held against you” the senior jailor cautioned her “just like the hard cock that you held against you last night!” The others laughed as they dumped her on a cot in the empty cell. She tried to kick one jailor. Luckily her aim was bad. It looked genuine enough that none of the jailors realized she had deliberately missed. She had made the attempt look pretty good.

Armstrong stayed well back from her feet. “Can you calm down long enough to let us remove your manacles or do you want to keep wearing them, Trouble-maker?”

Cadwarra’s only response was “I bet your boyfriend wishes you were home sucking his big fat cock right now instead of mistreating me! Let me go, you faggot!”

This insult was nothing to the jailors who had heard it all before. “Shut up, you silly Feir’Dal rapist.” The jailors slammed the cell door shut and walked off leaving Cadwarra in her hand cuffs.

“I can use an ale” one said.

“A girl as pretty as her, why would she need to rape anyone, anyway?” a second asked.

“Maybe too lazy to walk ten feet searching for a willing man?” a third suggested and everybody laughed.

“She could have saved herself a night in jail if she had just raped me!”

“Hard to believe she is a Paladin, acting like that!”

Armstrong was last to leave. He tossed a large key through the bars at Sprockfuddle. “When she calms down, make ...