Breaking Bad Kobolds [Comm - 1 of 3]
#1 of Breaking Bad Kobolds
A kobold assassin attempts to sneak into a bandit hideout and kill their leader, only, he fails far before he ever gets to that stage and ends up as the groups cumdump.
Rated extreme for rape and mind break so please read with caution.
This was a story commission for Regal over on fa with the artwork done by [Korichi
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Rafale's eyes slowly pried themselves open, a dull throb coming from the back of his head. He can't remember what happened or where he was, his memories a blur with his only real memory being that he was sent somewhere to kill someone. As his mind slowly started to come too, the pain in the throb became more apparent, his eyes struggling to open but that didn't mean he couldn't see. While things were blurry as his vision slowly adjusted, it didn't take long for him to figure out he was in a cave of sorts, the room lit with a torch near the entrance.
Trying to move his mind didn't realise why he couldn't for a few moments, looking up at his bonds and staring at them for a second before wiggling, his mind putting the pieces together that he was tied up. He growled at the rope and tried to kick his legs, to get them up and hopefully cut the rope but they were tied up behind his tail that was then tied to the floor. He could barely move and it humiliated him, more than his stark nakedness he only just realised.
That didn't mean he gave up tho, his claw on his hand slipping free and trying at the rope, making almost no progress for a few seconds until he felt a single strand snap free, what was this stuff made of? He struggled again, twisting this way and that as his claw worked on the cut, seeing if something was loose, if something could be pulled free, but nothing was.
"What do you think you're doing then hmm?" A voice asked to his left.
Rafale stopped for a second, fright and instincts taking over before his training did, the kobold snarling at his apparent captor, was he the person he was here to kill? He doesn't grace him with an answer though, redoubling his wriggling efforts as his claw continues to try and cut, and the captor does nothing to stop him. In fact, when the kobold looked up at him, his captor seemed to be getting pleasure out of the simple act of him trying to escape.
"It's futile you know? The rope is a steel fabric mix, you might cut the outside but you'll never break the inside but please, continue. Watching you struggle is making up for this whole mess you've caused." The person said, sitting on the edge of a table with a variety of implements he didn't like the look of.
Growling once more and starting to fully realise his situation Rafale stared daggers at his captor, wriggling once again before spitting out his question. "What the fuck do you want with me? I'm no use to you with information so why am I still here?!"
The question seemed to spur more mirth from his captor, something that make the kobolds stomach sink.
"Well it's simple really and you are right, we really do have no use for you outside of this. You see our old cum dump started getting loose, you'd think they'd hold up better but elves are not known for their endurance or keeping tightness. But you..." The captor explained before visually taking in his slim and small form. "Your kind is known for that~. Besides, you're so small, you'll make a perfect tight cum dump~."
Rafale hung there limp for a moment, studding the facial expressions of his captor for a second, he was not lying. His efforts to escape quickly resumed in full swing, dying would be less embarrassing then what was about to happen to him. The captor ignored him, for just a moment, and picked something up behind him. It looked like a rectangle of metal, but seemed to bent as it was picked up. He studied it as Rafale continued to struggle, turning over the metal in his hand and seeing the rune on the back. He put his thumb to it and a few seconds later the thing buzzed to life, slowly and experimentally he twisted his thumb to the right and it picked up in speed, back to the left and it dropped. Good, the thing was still working after these few years.
His eyes slowly roamed up and watched the kobold for a second and how he struggled before taking a step forward. Rafale watched him with anger and hopelessness, snarling once again as his eyes closed and he struggled with all his might. His shoulders and legs hurting from the strain he was putting on them and just as suddenly as the pain started to appear, it was gone as the kobold went limp, a fat finger pressing against his tight ring in his backside and his instincts kicked in once again.
Without thinking his toes splayed in pleasure at the simple touch, his kind made for these types of things and his fat yellow cock throbbed in its slit, its tip taking no time to poke free as that finger traced rings around the tight hole before trying to gain entry. That seemed to break the kobold back into reality and he snarled and tried to bite his captor who took a step back before it happened, his grin never left his face though.
"See? Natural cum dump. Your body just gives in too easy." The captor said before leaning back on the table.
Rafale went to snarl again but his vision blurred as pleasure surged from his thick cock, and looking down the magical device was strapped to his dick. He moaned and growled softly as he tensed up, pre forced out the tip before a fierce blush dominated his face and he turned to look back at his captor as his cock continued to drool pre.
"What do you plan to do to ME?!" He spat, staring daggers at him once again. "Think I'll give in just because of this?!"
"No, and I hope you don't. I plan to _ break you _ until you learn your place as our cum dump~. Now, it's time to get started don't you think~?"