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Right now, I'm about ta' do somethin' really, really stupid. I'm stood on the roof of a Fight Pit, an' I'm about ta' break in an' let loose one of the most violent Ogres ya' ever laid eyes on.

Why? Well, Let's recap.

A while back, y'all remember I was caught up in a less than fun situation, an' ta' celebrate my freedom I decided ta' play Boink a Pixie. Let's all enjoy the scene again...

She was a beauty. Her soft skin shinin' in the moonlight, wet-eyes pleadin' for mercy as I thrust inside her tight little cunny. Picture it, my bulgin' cock filling her like a glove, that warm flesh, velvet soft, squeezin' me as I thrust into her, harder an' faster, driven wild by lust. I can still hear her beggin' me ta' stop, cryin' for it ta' end. She was virgin tight, all Pixie's are, so stoppin' was not an option. I pounded her, stretchin' her cunt wide with my swollen member, hiltin' myself into her over and over, pantin' like a dog as her juices coated my cock an' dripped down onto the floor. I gave one last thrust, an' came so hard I was seein' spots. It was incredible.

That girl belonged to Mittens the Kitten. Don't laugh.

Nobody knows why he's called "Mittens." He's crazy, that's for sure, so I guess crazy folk don't need no excuse. Some reckon that Mittens uses the name ta' put ya' off guard, so he can tear ya' a new hole or twenty whilst ya' laughin' at 'im. Myself, I'm one o' the people who thinks that t'first thing he killed with was a pair o' mittens. Considerin' this guy once killed a troop of Malfar Raiders armed with only a bar of soap, I'm inclined ta' believe it.

So, yeah. I jes' raped the girl of one of Evernight's chief nutjobs, a guy who finds it easier ta' kill than brush his teeth... any of ya' readin' this wanna' take the rap at this point, don't be scared o'speakin' up.

It'd be too late anyways. He found me. Hell if I know how, but he did. I curled up in a quiet little corner of an ol' house's loft, an' I wake up someplace else. Livin' the life I do, I've learned ta' take stock pretty quick... an' what I saw I did not like one bit. The place was fancy, real fancy, with velvet an' lace an' all manner o'expensive stuff around. What caught my eye though was the girl. She had her face buried in the corner, cryin' softly. Her ass was raised up, givin' a perfect view, an' her cheeks had clearly had one hell of a spankin' lately. I wasn't just admirin' the little slit mind... I'd seen it before. She was Mitten's girl, an' that meant I was royally fucked.

"Innit Vexin!"

"You're tellin' me," I muttered, glancin' at the figure at the door. Definately Mittens. He's a tabby-cat with the cutest, most child-like face you ever saw. He's wearin' a tatty pair of jeans, an' nothin' else. I can see his muscles twitchin' at the thought of what's gonna' happen ta' me.

"Innit Vexin, my old friend..." Mittens purrs, squattin' down in front of me. 'Old friend'? I've never laid eyes on the guy before now!

"Y-yeah, right, friends!" I reply, desperate for anythin' ta' get me out of this. "You know I've always admired ya', right?"

He smiled at me.

"I-I mean, it's... it's great that, I mean... if I'd... that is... I'd kinda like ta' say..."

He smiled some more, an' raised an eyebrow.

"I'm really glad ta' visit, an' anytime or anythin', but d'you mind if I ask why you called me here?"

He grinned. Oh fuck...

"Sure, Vexin," he replied happily. "As I understand it, you're the one who jumped upon Bitch here in an alleyway..."

I wanted the world to swallow me up. No way around it now, he knew. The psycho knew, an' I was dead meat. I could already imagine what he was gonna' do to me now...

"I wanted to thank you."

My train of thought hit a wall. "Thank me?" I squeaked. "That's not a term for 'break all your arms an' legs', is it?"

Mittens gave me a puzzled look. "Whatever do you mean?"

I took a runnin' jump off the high board, an' hoped there was a pool at t'bottom.

"You're not mad at me?"

Mitten grinned. "Mad at you? I think you misunderstand, Vexin..." he stood up, an' led me over to the snifflin' girl. "You see, Bitch here decided she wanted to leave, and you know how much I care for her..."

Long story short, Bitch had ran away from home. She'd stolen some money, nabbed the dress out the back of a boutique, an' slipped away into the night. She was professional arm-candy, hirin' herself to wealthy men for the night who wanted ta' look that little bit better. Afte all, nothin' makes people green with envy like havin' well-dressed Pixie cunt clingin' to ya'. Anyway, the whole rape was somethin' of an eye-opener for the girl, who'd never known a real life outside of her Master's care. Cryin' and naked, she ran home, fell to her knees an' begged for mercy. She's still breathin', so I guess she got it.

Mitten placed his hand on my shoulder, smilin' that devilish smile o'his.

"Now, Vexin, whilst I am very grateful for what you did, I do have a few other matters to discuss..."

His fingers began to dance on my neck, tracin' patterns in my skin. I bet Mittens was imaginin' them drawn in blood.

"I understand you stole some money, Vexin."

"Borrowed," I answered instantly.

"Borrowed... from 'Jigsaw' Cren and Jonas 'Redneck' Tyr. Five thousand gold pieces from each of them. Good lord, Vexin, whatever did you do with all that money?"

I stiffened as Mittens began ta' trace down my spine. "I... I didn't take that much!"

Mittens chuckled. "I suppose that's just the bounty they put on your head. It's one hell of an earner, Vexin, no matter how you cut it. Fortunately, they want you alive."

For those who live under a rock, those two cretins are the local Crime Lords of Evernight. They're the biggest, baddest bastards in the land. Believe me, I'd rather sleep with a queer hippo than get anywhere near those guys.

"Then there's the Twins..."

I yelped, but not because of the words. Mittens wrapped his arms around me in a snake-like move, an' whilst pinnin' my arms by my side. Trapped in his grip, he started undoin' my pants. Why the biggest fruit-loop murderer in existence was strippin' me I didn't know, but my imagination was drawin' full colour pictures an' postin' them up on the wall.

"Tell me, Vexin, what did you do to upset the Twins?"

I told him.

Mittens laughed, his face filled with genuine shock. "My oh my... you are either the bravest soul I've ever met, or the most foolish. Do you know what happened to the last man who upset them?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know..."

"The things they did, flaying his-"

"Don't!" I yelped, eyes wrung shut. I didn't need those images in my head, I was terrified enough as it was.

"Those are many reasons I could want you, Vexin, but none of them apply just now... the reason I want you is quite simple..."

He span me round so fast I didn't know it had happened. One minute I was starin' at t'wall tryin' not ta' think about what he was sayin' ta' me, the next his face filled my world.

"You raped my pet."

That was it. I fell apart right there, fallin' ta' my knees an' cryin' fer mercy.

"Oh shit, no! Please, Mittens, please don't kill me! Please!" I shuddered, "or... jes' make it quick... please..."

Mittens laughed, an' smacked me on t'head.

Ever had one of those nights that you wish you'd never woke up from? Ya' know the ones... ya' go out wi' friends, get drunk, then get even more drunk, start chuggin' turpentine an' wake up feelin' like someone took a drill ta' yer skull. That's how my head feels.

"Good morning, Vexin. I trust you slept well."

It took me a while ta' work out what had happened, so I'll give it ta' you readers simple. I'm on my back, bound in a cradle wi' my limbs outstretched. I'm fixed firm, can't even move my head, an' though I can't see it I can feel clips on my slit, pullin' 'em apart. There's a ring gag in my mouth, keepin' it wide open.

"My dear little Vexin, how cute you look."

I screamed.

The whip came down with no warnin'. It cracked hard across my cock, makin' me howl in pain. SNAP! It hits again, inside my stretched slit. THWACK! it hits my sensitive spot. The pain's unbearable, an' I can't even squirm. All I can do is howl an' bawl, tears o' pain runnin' down my face. With my head tilted back, I can jes' roll my eyes up enough ta' see her, the Pixie, watchin' silently. Her face is one o' fear, an' I know she's been exactly where I am now... not that I have time ta' think about it. Mittens snaps t'whip down again an' again, an' it feels like my cock's been torn off. I could imagine my slit tearin' apart, fillin' with blood. I couldn't bear it anymore. I wanted to pass out, wanted to die, wanted anything but this pain. I soon lost the ability ta' scream, an' the only sound fillin' my world was the whip.

CRACK! THWIP! SNAP! CRACK! THWACK!

It was the tenth strike that made me piss myself. Mittens laughed at me, watchin' as I sprayed my own body wi' piss. He started chasin' the droplets, crackin' the whip all over my body. He'd strike my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, leavin' harsh marks across my skin. Every fourth strike was always on my slit. I closed my eyes, an' begged for death.

It took a long time for me ta' realise he'd stopped. I saw him stood over me, holdin' a jug over my head. My eyes begged for mercy, but his eyes said none was comin'. He'd tend to me just ta' keep me alive.

"Drink," he commanded me, pourin' a little water into my mouth. I swallowed it, an' he poured a little more. He did this for about half the jug, an' threw the rest over my body an' face.

"There," he purred, kneelin' down ta' stroke my head. He kept himself jes' out my field o' vision.

"I am nowhere near done with you, Vexin," he whispered, caressin' my head like he loved me. "You will be raped, then I will torture you some more, and perhaps you'll be raped again before I finally let you sleep. Perhaps I'll feed you your own little penis, perhaps I'll slowly cut your foreskin off. Perhaps I'll be kind, and just cut out your eyes, slice off your ears..."

I was cryin' again, silently.

"For now, at least, I have another task for you. Think of it as a reward, Vexin, the only pleasure you will know for the rest of your life..."

The Pixie stepped inta' view. She moved slowly, spreadin' her legs open an' positionin' her cunny over my mouth.

"Here's how the game works, Vexin," Mittens purred, movin' back to my exposed cock. "When I do this, you lick. Very slowly." He flicked my swollen cock head, makin' me wince. "When she gives you something to drink, drink it."

I felt him flick my cock again, an' I licked her slowly. My tongue ran over her lips, curling round her mound. I heard her sigh a li'l. He flicked again, an' I licked her. By the third lick I could taste her juices, that sweet, honeyish taste of Pixie nectar. Slowly, as if afraid Mittens'd beat her, she slid her hands down onta' my head, strokin' me softly. I actually got turned on by it, despite how much I hurt down there. Another flick, another lick, another taste o'nectar, another little moan from her. This time though, she squirted, sprayin' a little piss inta' my mouth. Now I knew what Mittens wanted. I swallowed it, an' felt him flick again. My tongue stroked her cunny, an' jes' as my tongue reached her piss-hole she squirted a li'l more. We did this over an' over, the girl pissin' a little inta' my open mouth each time I pleasured her. I couldn't taste her wetness now, jes' that foul, acid sting of urine. The game didn't last long, an' once spent Bitch slipped offa me. Now I was all ready for Mittens to play again.

Anyone wanna' take bets what happens next? I'll give 3:1 on him playin' mind-games again, 4:1 on him rapin' me, 10:1 on more beatin' an' 20,000:1 he actually decides ta' be friendly. Bets placed, let's see whose a good gambler.

The answer? Rape. Hard, fast, an' with no warnin'. Fuck, he didn't even bother with lube. I screamed in pain, feelin' like I was gonna' split in half. His cock stretched an' split my tailhole, an' I knew I'd be bleedin' from this. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't have a choice, I had ta' bear it. He leant over my body, poundin' away inta' me, smilin' that heartless smile o' his.

"Look at me, Vexin," he growled. "Look me in the eyes, or I'll put yours out forever."

I had ta' obey. I had ta' stare into his eyes, lookin' at those cold, cold slits. I could see myself in the black of those eyes, see my own teary, pained face. I was even scared of blinkin', but I had ta' fight the urge ta' close my eyes an' try and black out the pain. His cock was buried deep inside me, thrustin' hard, tearin' my hole an' proddin' my insides. I wanted ta' throw up. The feelin' of him hiltin' himself inside me again an' again, the sticky slap his balls made as they struck my bloody entrance, that murder's stare... I couldn't take it. I blacked out just as he came, my last sensation was of bein' filled by his hot, slimy seed. He brought me round again, washin' an' waterin' me like before, clearly not wantin' me ta' miss a moment of his torture.

"You can't rest yet, Vexin," he purred, pourin' water over my crotch an' wipin' some of the blood away. "Not when we still have so much to do..."

_I gave a smile to my pet, and stroked her face. Her mouth moved upward, forming what some might call a smile. That wasn't a smile. A smile is more than moving facial muscles. You can tell when someone is smiling by the way their face moves. It's not just the mouth, it's the cheeks and eyes as well. She was not smiling. Still, she would tend to the little thing. He had proved amusing, and I wished to make use of him further.

I prepared a meal. It was a simple thing, for I was never one for ostentatious cooking. As I ate, I considered how pest to occupy myself. Perhaps a series of physical exercises, or practice with some of the more obscure weapons in storage. However, a small part of me had longed for some time to read the manuscripts of Cartha. As it happened, there was one on the corner of the table at which I ate. Six hundred pages. It would do for half an hour or so.

As I finished my meal, I became aware of a presence. It was a curious sensation, and I realised that what made it curious was that it was unfamiliar. This was the sensation of having my home intruded upon.

"The doors and windows are locked," I said, calmly. "Also, there are arcane alarms placed upon them. The building itself is Unmapped, and therefore cannot be reached by means of conventional Emergence spells. I did not hear you break anything, so you did not dig in nor tunnel through a wall. How, then, did you gain access?"

A female figure stepped from the shadows. "Wayfinder Spell," she said.

"Curious," I replied. "Tell me, how did you obtain the necessary materials?"

The female smiled. She was a vixen, dressed in a green traveller's robe. Attractive, to say the least, though I was never very interested in such things. My eyes were too busy pin-pointing major arteries and breaking points.

"I did not use you, Mittens."

Realisation dawned. "Vexin. You used Vexin to get to me."

"Yes, and no. I used Vexin to find Vexin. Finding you was coincidence."

I began to circle her slowly, wishing her to be as ill at ease as possible. She was no amateur, I had determined that much from her voice and stance.

"Why would he be of use to you?"

She too began to circle. I had to smile at that. "I seek a man, a man who uses Impish magic to elude his enemies."

"Imp Spells only work during the Half Moon."

"He only needs one night."

I moved fast. The look of shock on her face was exquisite. One moment we were slowly prowling around each other, the next a blade was pressed against her throat.

"What?" she gasped, "what are you doing? Do you know who I am?"

"Yes."

She was shocked. "Give me one reason not to kill you," I purred.

"Given you have no fear of my husband, I cannot."

That pleased me. I lowered the blade, and gestured to the doorway.

"Excellent. I do so despise those who make empty promises. Vexin is through there."_

Welcome back. I guess you had somethin' more interestin' ta' watch than li'l ol' me lyin' comatose in a cage, eh?

As wakeups go, this one would have been in my top-spot, where it not for the fact I was wakin' up in Mitten's slave cage. What made it good was Bitch curled up next ta' me, her slender li'l fingers strokin' the insides o' my slit. Her touch was soft an' soothin', enough ta' make me moan gently, an' a hard-on ta' start formin'. It wasn't until I glanced down my body at her probin' fingers that I saw the lack of bruisin' an' wounds.

"White magic... gotta' love it," I mumbled.

She glanced up at me, those teary eyes meltin' my insides. She was hot, so very hot, but somethin' was different... I felt bad about what I'd done ta' her. My cousin was right, love turns ya' inta' a pussy. I'm sure he appreciated me cuttin' his throat. Not so much bangin' his wife, but I digress.

"If you've got magic," I said ta' her, "why not jes' Bewitch 'im an' skidaddle?"

She tapped her collar.

I nodded, understandin'. "Ah, Green Binder. Ouch."

For the unenlightened, that means she can't cast Green Magic. Still, White was workin', an' she didn't seem too upset about it. Next thing I knew she was snugglin' up next ta' me. I guess there wasn't much choice, seein' as there was barely enough room for both of us ta' lie down, but I'd like ta' think my hotness was reelin' her in. For the record, I only said what comes next ta' get inside her.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry for what I did ta' ya'. I'm really sorry..."

She stroked my chest softly. "Bitch forgives you," she sighed. "Bitch doesn't want anyone to suffer, not like he hurts you..."

The door clanged open. We both sat up, startled, an' saw Mittens return with

"The Goddess of Fuck!"

in tow. Mittens opens the cage, an' barks at me ta' get out.

"Vexin," He says, "The Goddess wants to speak with you."

I was dumbstruck. "That's really ya' name?"

They shared a blank look for a moment, then she started speakin'.

"Vexin. I am looking for a man named Elrid. I believe you know how to find him..."

My eyes lit up. Ideas started dancin' across my head like lightnin'. The Goddess of Fuck had come like an Angel, an' saved me from all my problems.

"Yeah, I can get 'im... and more besides."

"Explain," said Mittens, impatiently.

"Elrid's goin' ta' jump onta' the Auriental. He's bartered his way on, but the boat's hidden by Impish magic. It only docks durin' the Half Moon, see? Well, I can get through that magic, an' I figure why stop at Elrid?"

Once again Mittens an' The Goddess stared at each other.

"Vexin," the Goddess said, softly, "are you suggesting we rob the Auriental?"

"Why not?" I replied. "It can be done, I promise ya'! In fact, I already got a crew in mind for the job! O'course, I may need some help gettin' 'em, as two are not on speakin' terms wi'me right now..."

Mittens laughed. "The Twins?"

"Yeah, them."

The Goddess seemed pleased. "I told you, Mittens. Vexin is a resourceful individual."

"He's deranged," Mittens replied, "but what the heck. I'll get the Twins, Vexin, and I'll run with you until this little venture is over... if only so I can drag you screaming back to my cage when you fail."

I swallowed, nervous. Mittens didn't make idle threats.

"Okay, I need the Twins, an' Kid Chameleon. I'll get the last one."

The Goddess smiled. "This should be amusing."

"Vexin' more like," I replied, "but if it pays off, by dawn we'll be the richest fuckers in Evernight..."