“It’s not my hometown, Stixy.” She remarked. “Just a city I founded. Well...not founded so much as saved their asses from all dying, and helped rebuild their government from the ground up.” She turned to Tess, beaming at the hooded and robed Felpin woman. They were both back to full health from their harrowing desert experience, and despite the two feeling as good as they ever had, little was said about their talk in the desert. Tess had been as quiet and snarky as ever, while the Battlebitch had sprung back to her typical ways almost instantly. In fact, the entire reason they had to leave the Sandfishers was because she had been caught inside the captain’s wife. With the captain’s daughter naked, filled up, and satisfied just two doors down.

“I’m imagining a city that only takes a break from rampant crime for spontaneous orgies.” Tess remarked dryly, and hooked her hands against her belt while they walked. Since the desert she had lost her alchemist backpack, and looked nearly naked without it. As naked as a woman in two robes and a mask could look, at least. Her enormous backpack had always cast a shadow over her, giving her one more layer of dark obscurity. Without it, her face and controversial race were one layer closer to the surface. Tess scowled underneath her mask as she considered once more the Battlebitch’s built town, and she noticeably shivered. “Flash mobs of orgies. They probably sing while they’re doing it.”

“Everybody sings sometimes while they’re gettin’ it!” Cinnastix piped up, and Battlebitch’s curly black hair shook as the fairy spoke. Her tiny, blonde head poked out of the forest of darkness, and gazed down at Tess with her typical unsquashable glee. “Even Beebee was singing last night while you were asleep and she was pounding off while star-mmpfh mmmphf hfff!” Cinnastix’ voice was suppressed as the Battlebitch shoved her back down into her hair, and the warrior looked at Tess with a sheepish smile.

“Well...ah...you know, Tess…” She chuckled, and shrugged. It was hard to tell what the robed medic was thinking thanks to her robes, but the Battlebitch could only assume she was being glared at with venom and hatred in her eyes. “It’s boring keeping watch! So I was watching some deer and jerking off. Don’t judge me, you’re part cat.”

Tess just stared blankly for a long moment before sighing, her shoulders rising and falling as she turned her attention back to the road. The city was close now, and in the distance they could make out a few people walking about, going to their business just like any town. A sign nearby looked relatively newly made, and read in large, friendly letters “Welcome to Plowhole!” The Felpin woman blinked, stared at the sign, and then glanced slowly over at the Battlebitch.

“They let you name the ci-”

“They let me name the city, yes.”

The group continued to head towards Plowhole, with Cinnastix bouncing from the Battlebitch’s hair to Tess’ shoulder, and then inevitably back to the warrior’s hair after Tess would violently flick her away. For a moment Tess had hope that the city would merely be just like any other unfortunately named small town, with normal people that went about their life in normal ways, despite living in a city named Plowhole. Or Frogballs. Or Raging Demon Cuntbeast Woodled Cutlet. The last one had a lovely bed and breakfast.

Unfortunately, as they drew closer and closer to the city, it didn’t take long before their eyes fell on one of the town’s core mechanics. And as they saw it, Tess’s hood shifted to gaze in utter shock, her voice breaking out in a surprised tone only barely muffled by her mask.

“What in the name of the elven cocksucking kings…?” Just before the city there was a large platform, not unlike stocks or gallows outside of other towns. But instead of hanging bodies or heads on spikes to warn people not to break the law, the platformed very proudly displayed Plowhole’s one and only form of punishment.

There were five smaller platforms set up on the dias, three of which were occupied. Each one was a take on medieval stocks, with the criminal forced to bend over in a symbol of their repent. However; each of the three criminals were stripped completely bare, and from the waist up their entire body was covered in a large wooden box. Looking something like pornographic jack-in-the-boxes turned on their sides, each box presented a criminal’s rear to the casual onlooker.

Battlebitch beamed, and reached down to forcibly take Tess’ wrist. With excitement in her eyes she hopped up on the platform, dragging her friend behind and clearly eager to show off her city’s unique style.

“These are the best thing, Tess!” She cheered, and brought them onto the main platform. After drawing near Tess could see that each of the boxes had a piece of paper attached to it, detailing the person’s crime. The very first one read petty theft, while the second was public drunkenness. The third box, which was also the only one that had a female sticking out of it, was simply noted to be a volunteer. The Battlebitch walked by each of them, one of her strong hands going out and resting on each of their rears in turn. Several of them had noticeable spank marks, and the middle man’s rear seemed to be recently claimed, with a bead of white cream rolling out of his ass and down his thighs. The Battlebitch stopped at the third box and turned to her friends, grinning.

“These are the bang boxes!” She declared with a smile. “Any punishment in Plowhole lands you in them. The boxes are all padded on the inside to make ‘em comfortable, and you stay here a matter of time depending on the crime.” She wrapped hard on the middle box, and Tess watched as the man sticking out of it twitched in surprise. Clearly, he had been napping after his recent filling. The Battlebitch walked back to the last of the three, and her hands ran over the feminine rear that was presented. A moan echoed from inside of the box while the warrior caressed the legs and hips sticking out, before finally hooking her fingers and touching the mound of the half-hidden woman. She looked back up to Tess while she fingered the prisoner, smiling.

“Keeps everyone behaving really well.” She smiled. “We never had any violent crime because people can just come here and fuck their frustrations out. And when crime’s low the city diverts funds to pay people to volunteer, like these sweet young lady.” She leaned forward and knocked on the wooden box, until a muffled whimper came from inside. “Hey sweetie! You have a name?”

The muffled voice from the box came back, but it was far too broken and muted to hear. The Battlebitch just grinned, and looked back to the stunned Tess.

“She probably couldn’t hear me, either. They’re designed to mute sound, so people don’t know who helped themselves. Stops hurt feelings that way.” While she spoke her hands had casually lowered down her leather pants, and she had flipped her sex out. The lights of Tess’ eyes blinked suddenly within the shrouded darkness of her hood, and she watched as the Battlebitch took her shaft and smeared the tip against the entrance of the young woman presenting.

“What the hell?!” Tess asked, gesturing to her friend. “You’re just going to fuck her right here?”

“Well, I’m not feeling a guy right now.” The Battlebitch explained, and gestured to the two young men. “I mean, the Sandfisher captain’s son kept using his teeth while I was fucking his mouth, and...I dunno, just not into a guy this afternoo-”

“Not that, you twit!” Tess snapped, and gestured to it. The young woman’s knees were twitching, and her hips were rocking back and forth from inside the box, the action smearing her sex over the enormous tip pushing against her. Battlebitch was already at her near-footlong length, her thick unit ready to take what she wanted. Still, the warrior was polite enough to hear her friend out. “I mean right here, in public? Right in front of me?”

The Battlebitch blinked, and she made a content face as she pushed forward. The girl in the box moaned and squealed as the thick length piercing her, and before long she had taken half of the Battlebitch in her warm, wet walls.

“Yes.” The Battlebitch finally responded as she held the girl’s hips. “Yes I am, Tess.”

Tess sighed, and moved a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose as the Battlebitch started to thrust. The young woman in the box was a damned tight fit, and from the sway of the warrior’s hips it seemed like she couldn’t quite hold all of the warrior’s impressive cock. Tess gazed at the joining for a little bit, before shaking her head dismissively and walking towards the box. She leaned against it as casually as she would a chair, and turned to the warrior with a thoughtful look on her face.

“So this is how you keep the peace around here? Threat of publicly endorsed rape?” The Battlebitch just scowled in response; her hips going back and forth as she fucked the young woman before her. It didn’t stop her from looking to her friend, responding with a tone that sounded bored and dull compared to what she was doing.

“The way you say it, putting people in prison is publicly endorsed bondage.” She remarked with a smirk. “People know the laws and they live here. It’s one of Plowhole’s most important rules.”

“And what are the others?” Tess responded simply, one of the lights of her eyes arching within the shadows. “If I step foot inside the city limits, I don’t have to give a blowjob tax, do I?” The Battlebitch just laughed, and her hips crashed against the young woman’s rump. Inside, the girl in the box thrashed and gave a scream, piercing and loud and straining the sound-dampening walls. The Battlebitch just grinned, looking at Tess with a wicked smile.

“Well look at that, the whole thing fits after all.” She grinned, and shortly thereafter she held the girl’s hips up, letting her feet dangle off the ground as she was held up half by the prison box, and half by the foot of steel-like cock inside of her deepest walls. While she fucked the girl the Battlebitch looked back to her friend and smiled. “First off? No kids. When someone has a baby we swing it down to a little convent down south. It sounds barbaric, I’m sure, but really...the kind of people that live here shouldn’t be raising kids.”

“No argument here.” Tess remarked dryly, and sighed. While they spoke she stretched one of her hands out, a fingertip scratching at the top of the box. She had taken to cutting the fingertips off of her gloves; her natural Felpin claws made it uncomfortable to wear them. It was one of the few ways in which her race was inconspicuous with humans; each of her fingernails looked human but was nearly as strong as steel. Which she scratched an idle doodle on the surface of the box, her eyes flickered back up to the Battlebitch. “What else?”

“Well, for one, no vandalizing.” The Battlebitch glared at what Tess was doing, scowling a little. She continued thrusting hard into the young woman, who by now was letting loose with a stream of of screams, both delighted and pained. “Seriously Tess, they see that and they’re going to throw you in one of these.”

Tess blinked, looked over to the two men in boxes, ready for fucking, and wisely withdrew her fingertip. She had left a few noticeable scratch marks on the wooden frame, digging into the structure like a lovestruck teenager carved names in a tree. Hopefully it’d go unnoticed.

“Understood.” Tess remarked simply, and tucked her hands into her robe.

“Other than that, the usual stuff.” The Battlebitch continued, and her hips flew forward in a sudden heat, thrusting harder and harder into the captured woman. She kept her gaze on Tess while she came, focusing on the hooded girl as her cock suddenly spasmed. Rope after rope of thick white cream filled the young woman; and she had made it so deep inside of her the Battlebitch had no doubt she had washed the woman’s womb in cream. After a soft sigh she pulled her length out and tucked it back in, gazing back to Tess with a smirk. “You don’t have to be shy here, either. People here come from all races, and they don’t care what you are. Feel free to let your furry freak flag fly, my friend.”

“...I’ll pass.” Tess responded simply, and after the Battlebitch tucked herself in the two started to walk away. Cinnastix flipped out of the Battlebitch’s hair a second after, and they watched as the fairy made a beeline for the recently used pussy of the young woman. She darted inside with a soft squishing noise, and soon after they could hear the fairy singing as she swam in the creampie, sending muffled noises from the recently used woman’s sex.

“People might be fine with elves and dwarves, but Felpin aren’t exactly on the ‘eccentric but cute’ list.” Tess continued, trying to ignore Cinnastix’ song, which was mostly about how much of the Battlebitch’s cum was inside the girl. “Every human town across the whole kingdom would execute me on sight. I have no compelling evidence to convince me this one would be otherwise.”

They walked for a step further, before the Battlebitch stopped in her tracks. Tess looked back at her, and as their eyes met the warrior woman spoke, her voice genuine, simple, and honest.

“...you have me.” She responded, and tilted her head as she regarded Tess. “And I’ve never cared what you are under all that stuff.”

Tess remained quiet for a moment, the lights of her eyes blinking in slow, prolonged thought. After a moment’s hesitation she finally spoke again, turning on a heel as her voice came back with a softly muffled tone.

“I trust you.” She admitted quietly, and moved down the pedestal to approach the city gates. “Not strangers. I don’t need to take any chances just to fulfill some idiotic desire to be ‘accepted.’ Things will be better if I remain in my robes, and who I am remains our little secret.”

They walked for a moment longer, with the Battlebitch looking a bit dejected at Tess’ refusal to let herself be exposed. After a casual glance back to see the somber look on her friend’s face, Tess finally added a small afterthought.

“...you can consider it our dirty little secret, if that helps you.”

“Thanks Tess, that helps a lot.” The Battlebitch beamed, following behind her friend. “You’re the best!”

Once Tess got past Plowhole’s unusual system of justice, she found the town to be much like any other human settlement. In her terms, that equated to “a gaggle of inbred hicks so blind from moonshine and generations of incest that they had the fashion sense of a cow that fell into a snake pit,” but it was the highest compliment she ever afforded any human town. Once they were within the town proper a large group came out to greet the Battlebitch; chief among them the mayor of the city, a mousey-looking middle-aged woman. From underneath a pair of wide glasses she had age lines under her eyes, and she dressed in a fashion that was wildly conservative considering what Tess had witnessed coming in to the city. She greeted the Battlebitch with a warm hug and a promise of shelter and supplies at no cost to the group, and for that, Tess was certainly thankful. The long trip across the desert had cost them quite a bit, and things had been looking rather slim.

The conservative looking mayor even greeted the cloaked Tess, and though their conversation was brief Tess took away from it two things. One, that the people of Plowhole looked up to the Battlebitch for saving their town from the brink of chaos and disarray. Two, that middle-aged mayors that looked completely conservative could also be just as crazy as anyone else.

“Uh...I’m good, thanks.” Tess had responded when the kindly looking mayor asked if she’d like her asshole eaten out. “I try not to get rimmed by people I’ve shared less sentences with than it takes to explain my policy on having my ass eaten.”

The day went on like most of their trips to human settlements. The Battlebitch ended up strolling away with a small army of followers; chief amongst them the older mayor, and the day became her usual endless buffet of asses, pussies, and mouths. And like usual, Tess kept to herself throughout the day, though she made sure to make good use of the promise of free supplies. Three hours after they first arrived, she had managed to find replacements for all of her alchemy supplies, and even managed to track down an oversized backpack much like her old one. Granted, it did have the words “Eager Cocksucker” embroidered on the back in a scripted font, but she could always remove the stitching later. All of her supplies were now stretched out on her bed at the inn, and she marvelled at them with quiet appreciation.

Tess smiled warmly, looking over her lines of beakers and vials, and smoothed her fingers down a new set of test tubes. The science of alchemy was as delightful to her as Battlebitch’s quest for battle, and each of them were not only masters in their field, but very passionate practitioners. While Tess rested in her room she pulled her hood back, revealing her masked face with the shoulder-length locks of rich purple hair that tumbled softly down. Black cat ears poked out from the top, and she idly moved a hand up to scratch her steel-hard fingernail against the base of it, skritching herself idly while she looked at all of her new tools.

“Stupid yokels.” She murmured to herself, and moved a hand up to adjust the mummy-like mask that covered her face. She dared not remove it; even in the privacy of her own inn room there were certain boundaries she wouldn’t cross. “There’s got to be five hundred gold of supplies here. Can’t believe they just gave it to me because of that muscle bound cock with eyes.”

She chuckled dismissively, but in truth, she was impressed. The city was thriving, and during her walk through the streets Tess didn’t see anyone that was poor or even depressed. Whatever the Battlebitch had done there clearly made an impact, and everyone was better off for it. Sure, it was a little sad that they all gave up their children after the completely predictable slew of newborn babies, but Tess considered human childrearing on slightly more sophisticated than that of pipefish or gophers. So it was a little hard to be upset by all of that nonsense.

Tess took great care in repacking her supplies, filling her new backpack with delicately-wrapped vials and jars. She’d craft tonics and potions while on the road, but she had learned from experience to not plan on staying at any particularly town for any length of time. Their group had a way of overstaying their welcome. While she packed her new Eager Cocksucker, a bolt of light at the window let her know that Cinnastix had returned, and she walked over to crack open the window to let her in.

“That took a while.” Tess remarked with a brow raised. “Were you inside that poor woman’s pussy the whole time?”

“I was trapped, Tess-a-doodle!” The fairy squeaked out, and on closer inspection Tess could see that the fairy was covered in cum, and a little bruised. Her hair was matted and she looked exhausted; a droop to her wings as she tried to stay up. “I was almost done takin’ a bath in Beebee’s milk when this group of brothers came up and started using that lady! They kept going and going, and I kept getting punched up deep in’ner, and my wings were all sticky so I couldn’t just fly away!” She pouted a little, and her wings beat rapidly to dismiss any further marks of cum. “There was six of ‘em! And they all went like three times! That lady’s gonna have a sore honey hole come tomorrow! After a while I just crawled up into baby place and hid o-”

“No. No. No.” Tess pointed squarely at Cinnastix’ stained nose. “Remember our rule. You do not tell me any stories about you crawling inside of people, or fucking small woodland animals, or any of the other weird shit that you do.” One of the Felpin’s ears twitched, and she scowled under her mask. “I don’t listen to stories about your sordid nonsense. It’s the exact same rule I have with the Battlebi-”

Tess was suddenly cut off by the fairy darting forward. The cum-marked little thing pressed her hands against Tess’s masked face, and Tess flailed wildly to knock her away. Despite the flailings she could clearly hear Cinnastix shout, her tiny voice panicked and worried.

“Beebee! Tess-a-doodle I forgot to tell you about Beebee!” She sounded panicked and worried, her brow lined with fret. And cum. Mostly cum.

“Wait, what?! What about her?” Tess pulled her hood back up, immediately moving to her backpack. Chances are, they’d be running before they even had a chance to relax in Plowhole. “Is she all right? Should I be meeting her outside the city limits?”

“No, Tess-a-doodle, no!” The fairy wailed. “She already got arrested!”

The Battlebitch sighed, and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. She had to admit, the prison bang boxes were really comfortable. A vent from above gave her a steady supply of fresh air, and the cool, soft interior made it about as comfortable as one could hope for when they were forced to bend over for hours at a time. Even the Battlebitch’s muscular physique, which would’ve been too large and remarkable for the prison bang boxes of other towns, which didn’t exist, found herself quite comfortable in Plowhole’s.

Still, she wasn’t entirely delighted with the situation. She was stripped naked just as anybody else, and now she stood with her ass in the air, her cock hanging limply between her thighs. She couldn’t see anything of the outside world, and she was certainly feeling more than just a little exposed. The prison boxes did a good job of mixing sensory deprivation with sensory overload; her top half effectively blind and deaf, with her lower half feeling the constant breeze of the outside world on her exposed sack.

The events of the past few hours rolled through her mind, and she gave a heavy sigh as she pondered them. Things were going well! That mayor was one ridiculously nasty old bitch, willing to do just about anything. How was the Battlebitch to know that she had a “no kissing” rule? What kind of woman ate ass as readily and hungrily as the mayor did, but thought that kissing was gross?! Regardless, the Battlebitch had broken a rule of consent, and Plowhole treated those infractions seriously.

The mayor had done her part to let the Battlebitch know it was mostly political. In their town charter, it even read “No one is above the law, not even me, the Battlebitch, even though I made the law. And if I ever break the law, even though I never would, I expect to be treated the same as an-”

“I was such a stupid cunt back then.” The Battlebitch murmured, the memory flipping into her mind. “Of course I should have special treatment. This town owes me! I should be plowing a line of ass from here to the butcher shop, at which point I’d grab a steak before plowing the rest of the way to the other end of the city!” She sighed, and fidgeted from side to side, her exposed rear drifting in the air.

“...not penned up like this with my ass all open.” She grumbled sourly. After all, the Battlebitch didn’t get claimed. She did the claiming. The mayor had assured her that because of her status it was highly unlikely that anyone would dare try anything with her in such a state, but that didn’t make her feel any more comfortable knowing that she was powerless to stop them.

She sighed, and her forehead dropped down to the front of the upholstered box. It was only a few hours. She could let her cock sway in the wind for a few hours, then take it out on the mayor by fucking the old bitch deep enough to give her that sick belly bump.

The Battlebitch love the look on their eyes when they saw they were getting it so hard that it made them fat. Especially whorish, middle-aged, no-kissing old bitc-

The Battlebitch’s eyes opened wide in shock as she felt hands move to rest on her rear. Instantly she tried to jerk away, but the box did an excellent job of restraining her movement. A pair of soft, feminine hands dug in against her waist, and caressed up and down along her body, appreciating the form of the woman’s muscular physique. The Battlebitch flailed and practically barked in anger, knowing that her words were absorbed by the box, but still feeling the burning desire to resist. Who created these boxes, anyway?! She felt so helpless!

Helpless as the woman’s hands brushed down her ass. Helpless as she felt someone slide right up behind her. Helpless as a hand wrapped around her hanging cock, and gave her a slow, eager squeeze.

Ohh. That was why people liked being in the box. The Battlebitch’s cheeks flushed red for a moment, and she gave a low, dirty moan as her length twitched in the stranger’s grasp. The grip milked her for a long moment, each tug of her length making her throb in building excitement. Though the Battlebitch was trapped in darkness and completely helpless, her body certainly enjoyed the treatment, and before long she could tell whoever’s hand it was started to struggle holding her girth. Fingers that touched at first soon had difficulty meeting another her width, and she gave a little grin when whoever fondled her was forced to let go. Too much woman to handle. Well...sort of.

Her grin disappeared as she felt something push against her ass. Her eyes shot open and she gave a shout of protest, not one to take it as good as she got. Still, her member twitched as something slid inside of her, likely a finger that had been liberally covered in a lube. The Battlebitch groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the warm, thick liquid fill her insides, coating her rear and greasing the track that was to be claimed. She was a strong woman but even her knees buckled at the feel of it, and when she felt a second finger squeeze inside she visibly jerked her hips, the tip of her throbbing cock smacking to the underside of the prison box.

“G...God damnit…” She whimpered, and her head pushed forward. Each prison box had been built with many features; one of them being a leather bite for people to clench down on when their anonymous lovers got too rough. Though it was marked with dozens of other teeth marks the Battlebitch brought her own bite down on it, and she braced herself as the fingers slid out of her hole, leaving it twitching and spasming.

Her eyes shut tight, and she knew what was coming next. Sure enough, the next thing that pressed against her rear pucker wasn’t a finger, but something much thicker. She could tell by the texture and the firm presence that pushed to her hole that it wasn’t a real cock; likely some toy made of plastic and rubber. It was thick, though, and even with her hole greased a second earlier, it was a rough time getting it inside. Her teeth sunk down on the leather bite, and she gave a slow, high pitched whine as she was claimed. It wasn’t the first time her ass had been penetrated, but it had still been years since she saw Mom.

The toy slid in slow and deep, and before long it pushed to the hilt. The Battlebitch was left struggling with the thick presence inside of her, her rear walls clenching and milking at the toy in desperate, helpless lust. More embarrassing, her cock was going wild, thrashing back and forth and throbbing like she hadn’t had release in days. A dark part of her liked it; being claimed by an unseen assailant, her ass made to be a plaything.

Was this what all those cheerleaders on the Magic Academy’s soccer team felt?!

Before long the assailant was thrusting her hips back and forth, claiming the Battlebitch with hard, heavy strokes. Each one sent the woman biting down harder on the strip of leather, and her fingers grew white-knuckled from the tight balls her fists had formed. The fucking was silent save for her own screams and whimpers, but it was rife with authority and presence. Whoever was claiming her wanted her to know...she was little more than a bitch with her ass in the air in that moment.

Just like Mom. Fucking psychopath.

The Battlebitch’s cock continued to swing, and as the attacker’s hips sped up she could feel her peak arriving. She didn’t want to burst from the other person helping themselves to her ass, but it was irresistible when the moment hit a fever pitch. The Battlebitch’s bite around the leather broke free, and she filled her tiny box with desperate, aroused screams as her body started to spasm. Her cock twitched and released jet after jet of white cream, plastering the underside of the box before covering the steel pole holding it up. She screamed and screamed as she came and came, her thick rod twitching and releasing a torrent of cream. It was almost staggering how much she had cum; from what she could tell it was the most she had released in an exceptionally long time. More than the Magic Academy cheerleaders. More than the blowjob elemental. Even more than the time she fucked a sexy reverse centaur while high on enchanted mushrooms.

The toy pulled out of her ass and she gave a sudden whimper, immediately missing the feel of it inside. The woman that had spent such time claiming her suddenly let her hand lower, and she slapped the muscular sculpt of the Battlebitch’s ass before leaving her be. The Battlebitch just reeled from the sensation, her legs weak and her cock drooling cum, claimed and fucked as submissively as she had ever been.

Her head was swimming, and she couldn’t help but wonder...who had the guts to fuck her? She would find them. And she would fuck them. In the ass, mouth, pussy, ass, and mouth again. In that order.

Then she’d probably pee on them.

And then…

“...fuck.” The Battlebitch whimpered, and hung her head to the upholstery of the prison box. “...then I’d ask them to fuck me again.” She sighed, her stubborn, dominant nature ashamed to admit how profoundly and powerfully she came. If she could have someone fuck her like that every night? It could very well be all she needed. She sighed, and curled her head up onto her hands. It was something to think about, even to dream about, until the mayor of Plowhole came to release her.

Then, she was gonna choke the spit out of that no-kissing, ass-licking, graying whore.