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The Name's Vexin. Innit Vexin. Welcome back.

Right, where was I... Oh yeah. See, ideally I like to have my stomach full, and my ass empty. Turns out, it's the other way round at the moment. You know this already, of course... for those who came in late, you'll have to ask nicely if someone else will fill you in.

The door swings open, and two people enter. One's got boots on, Slaver's boots. The other... well, to tell you the truth I wasn't much interested. See, durin' the long hours of bein' left all alone, nature had called, and now I had a very unpleasant damp runnin' down both my legs. I've also got a fair bit o' piss still in my slit, which is really not nice.

The younger of the two Slavers removed my chastity belt, and my little man popped out with relief. She started wipin' me down with a damp cloth, beginnin' low down an' headin' upwards. Joe was stood in front of me, smilin' to himself and rubbin' behind my ears. I could see that bulge again, an' I knew what was comin' next before he said anythin'.

"Alright, slave," he said, removing his half-hard cock from his pants, "let's see if you can use that mouth of yours. Obey, and maybe I won't have Sarel put that belt back on."

Hmm... well, not a hard choice. Come on, guys, what would you do; swallow your pride, an' a bit more, or spend a week, two weeks, a month without cumin'. Yeah, no question. He puts his cock to my lips just as his friend starts rubbin' inside my slit, makin' me moan. Joe decides now's the time to start fuckin' my face, an' rams his pecker into my mouth. Got to say, it tasted worse than I imagined. He starts thrustin', pushin' in a little deeper each time, until I can feel his cock hittin' the back of my throat. I fight the urge to gag, an' suck on it, runnin' my tongue along the underside of the Kangaroo meat, teasin' out his pre.

"Mmm," he purrs, "Good boy, you're a natural."

I'd have loved ta' bike down on his manhood right there, an' in truth I almost did; Sarel was workin' on my own cock now, havin' decided her tongue was better than the cloth. She took my hard-on in her hand an' ran her tongue slowly up and down, makin' me writhe and squirm. She keeps goin' nice and slow, which is makin' me whine like a kicked puppy. My cock's throbbin' for release, but she never quite gives enough ta' get me there, an' Skippy is bouncin' his joystick in an' out of my mouth like a piston, fillin' my mouth with salty pre an' makin' me gag hard each time he hits the back of my throat. Each time he does it, he moans, lovin' the way my throat convulses on his tip. With a loud, lustful groan, he finally peaks, blowin' his load down my throat, and fillin' my mouth with his seed. I don't much want ta' swallow, but I ain't got a lot of choice, so I have to. Fightin' the urge ta' vomit, I'm left feeling even smaller than usual, which is a hell of an achievement for a guy who's too small to ride the bumper cars.

"Good boy," Joe says with a grin, wipin' his cock on my face. He looks at me, humiliated an' squirmin' from the teasin' licks Sarel's still giving me, and chuckles.

"Alright, I think he's earned a reward. Let him cum."

No sooner has he said this does the girl grab my cock and squeeze hard, pullin' down on it like she's milkin' a cow's udder. I give a gasp, and cream straight off, tremblin' as she jerks me off throughout my orgasm. I give about five splurts, then I'm spent.

There's a couple of clicks, an' I realise the two are removin' my restraints. Hauled to my feet, Joe knocks my legs apart with his foot, an' tells me ta' stand up straight.

"Go to hell," I mutter, an' I get a sharp crack on the ass for my trouble.

"You do not talk to your superiors like that," Sarel tells me, givin' me two more smacks for good measure. I finally get a look at the girl between cheek-stingin' whacks, a small an' kind of ugly skunkette. To be honest, I wouldn't have let her near my ramrod if I had a choice. Scratch that, if I had a choice I wouldn't let her near anyone's ramrod. Some people just ain't meant to breed, and Mistress Ugly-as-Shit here is top contender.

"I'll talk how I want," I spit, an' get three more whacks for good measure. I turn to face her again, ignorin' Joe openin' the door, an' I'm about to tell that ugly little bitch exactly what I-

Pause.

I'd like to warn you all now, you're about to cream yourself. Seriously, go get a spare pair of pants or somethin'. Enter, stage right, the Goddess of Fuck.

She's amazin', a vixen so hot she could be a sun in her spare time, and uses deserts for her ice-box. Some say a woman's body is a temple, but not hers; no temple could be that sinful. Heck, just knockin' on the door probably scores you a hundred-stretch in hell, and you know there'd be a line of men who think it's worth it. The way she sways her hips as she moves grips every eye in the room, her breasts could feed a small village, and the way she flutters her eyebrows is illegal in fifteen countries. You can tell by the way her tight skirt is sighing with every step that somewhere under there is a fairground. Why a fairground? 'cause it's something you'll want to play in aaall-niiight-looong!

The Goddess of Fuck approaches me, with a smile that puts viagra out of a job, and gives a laugh like angels humpin'.

"Aww, you're so cute," she says, strokin' my chin. I just blush an' giggle.

Yeah, I giggled, so what? I want to get in her good books! Come on, I want to fuck her, Joe wants to fuck her, Sarel wants to grow a penis so she can fuck her, the fuckin' door wants to fuck her! She is fuckin' personified! Oh, and the dude who's trying to do her by means of screwin' with the disk drive. Dude, wrong, seriously.

"Does he have any skills?" She asks Joe, which is clearly babe-code for 'I want to bounce you like a trampoline, Vexin.'

"Aside from causing trouble, not that I'm aware," Joe replies. Bastard, quit tryin' to mooch in on her!

Sarel discovers her tongue an' asks, "would you care to give him a full examination?"

Yes! Oh please say yes!

"Hmm..." the vixen looks me over, thinkin', "I think I'll pass..."

She leans in close, raisin' my chin and plantin' a soft, warm kiss upon my lips. Next thing I know, she's throwin' me onto the floor, givin' the two slavers a heartbreaker glance.

"I think I'd rather test him out," she tells them, tearin' off her clothes an' lowerin' her drippin' pussy down to my waitin' cock...

...not buyin' it, huh? Yeah, well, it's a nice fantasy, innit?

Okay, what really happens is the Goddess of Fuck says "I think I'll pass..." then she ruffles my hair and trots on out of the room, leaving all of us with a burnin' desire to rip off that skirt and shag her into next Tuesday. Soon after, tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum follow, and lock the door behind. This means I'm now alone in the cell, and for the first time I've got some freedom to move, which is nice. It also means I can get to gettin' out of here, which seems a good career move to me. Good plan, innit? Damn right it is.

There's a little trick I learned a long time ago, an' that's knowin' where to hide li'l bits o' useful gear about my person. I give them twenty mins to get clear, then vomit up my lockpicks an' tackle the door. It opens easy enough, an' I'm dashin' down the corridors lookin' for a way out. I find a courtyard, an' sprint for the wall. I feel a tinglin', an' realise there's a Half Moon above me. The Slavers were smart enough to magic-proof their buildin', but the grounds are fair game, an' in the Half Moon us Imps can use some fancy tricks. I run for the wall, an' go through it like it was made of steam. By the time anyone noticed I was gone, I was well clear, an' out amongst the rooftops of the city I love...

Evernight.

There's no finer city in all the worlds. Wrapped in perpetual twilight, there is always somethin' to satisfy your every desire within its walls. Perchin' atop the wall at the back of the old Witchcraft Theatre, I found what I wanted. She was a Pixie. Accordin' to our legends, Imps used to be Pixies. Way back when the race was born, some of the Pixies decided that livin' as one with nature was dull, an' it was far better to just do whatever they felt like. Sure enough, the gods got pissed, an' took away their powers. Lucky for the Imps, the goddess Myrix, by the light of the half-moon, took away all of the damned an' took them to a new home. To make sure the gods never found them, Myrix turned them into Imps.

History lesson is over, time to focus on the booty. This li'l Pixie's wearin' a hot white dress, her skin's got a greenish tint, an' her hair's the colour of acorns. She's about as big as I am, an' her chest almost flat. I know for a fact there's a tight little cunny in those panties. Fuckin' a Pixie is like fuckin' a twelve year old girl, and they never loose that virgin tightness no matter how many times you pop 'em.

I leap from the wall, an' knock her to the ground. Her eyes flash green, an' she tries to befuddle my mind. Imps are immune to a Pixie's 'Green' magic, so her efforts did jack all to me.

"Keep quiet!" I hissed into her ear as I pressed the knife against her throat, "Scream an' I cut you; I can still fuck a corpse."

She whimpered, but didn't say a word.

"Good," I said, gettin' off her. I stepped back and reached for her panties, tearin' them off with desire. Throwin' her skirt up, I got a good look at her firm, round buns. They were truly spankable, so I took the offer, givin' her a good hard smack. The way she meeped, bitin' her lip to stifle the sound, was priceless. Like a wild beast, I threw myself on her, thrusting my cock into her tight little pussy. She cried out, sobbing as I pounded her fast an' hard, slicin' her dress open with my knife so I could get at her tits. It really was heaven. Her cunny was hot and tight, as good a fuck as you could ever dream of, an' the way she cried when I twisted an' pinched her nipples was music to me. I gently bit her ear, lappin' at the point with my tongue as my throbbing cock spread pre over her insides.

"Come on, bitch, you know you fuckin' want it."

She didn't, but I really don't give a shit. If I did, I wouldn't be rapin' her. Even so, she was gettin' wet, her body respondin' in ways she didn't want it to. Grabbin' her shoulder, I made her roll over, which almost made me cream there an' then, and pinned down her arms. Starin' into her teary face, I licked at her tears, and savoured the look of pain. That did it. With a moan of pure ecstasy I creamed into her, filling her womb with my seed.

"Thanks, babe," I purred, stroking her soft, silky hair, "Now, I'm gonna' borrow a bit of cash, so I want you to stay here an' keep quiet, got it? You stay here, you wait half an hour, or I might just have to come back for seconds."

She nods, sobbin' a bit more. I smile, and get off her, lootin' her purse for what little coinage she has. It's not much, but it's enough to get me some food, and that'll give me time to get in touch with a few friends. Clothes are easy to steal, especially as it's the Half-Moon, and not everyone uses arcane locks. Sure, I'll have a horde of angry slaver's after my ass, but what kind of Imp isn't good at evading his enemies?

Innit Vexin? Yes I fucking am, an' I love it!