Chapter 6
Chain Gang Elf
Smashgore felt a poking on the small of his back he tried to ignore and fall back into his dreams of fanciful prancing and hair conditioner. The poking continued however, and Smashgore yawned orcishly.
"Five more minute, mom. Smashgrore take out Goblin for pee later..." he groggily sighed rolling over and opening his eyes slowly. He did not however see the horrifying visage of his hating mother, but instead the hunched form of a winged creatured with a long pointed muzzle jabbing his back with a three-pronged pointed stick, a marked improvment in Smashgore's mind.
"You get up! We been jabbing you for hours! Could you at least act punctured?" said the gargoyle annoyed. Smashgore rose to a sitting position to unfamaliar surroundings. Smashgore was in a small stone room he took up half the space of sitting atop the crushed remains of a matressless wooden bed frame. The only feature besides blank stone walls was the cage exit to the room where Smashgore could see other gargoyles resting and mending their broken tridents. Smashgore was a very heavy sleeper.
"Hey, this not wizard castle! Smashgore die noble death in epic battle? This eternal forest realm of dead elves?" Smashgore inquried.
"What are you talking about? This is the hellish nightmare prison of The Wizard where you will be worked to such exhaustion your muscles will scream in pain every waking hour and each breath will burn your lungs like the flames of Hades until you can take it no more and beg for death which will be denied to you!" ranted the guardgoyle.
"Oh. Smashgore wish it where eternal forest realm instead." the orc replied dejected. "When breakfast?"
The guardgoyle cackled wildly in return.
"Yes, our little slaves need a hardy breakfast before their 18 hours of hard labor! Though, you slept untill noon... so technically it's lunchtime... but no matter! Come, get your fill of our slop so vile you'll dream of starvation and beg for death which..."
"You deny death, Smashgore hear it already. Smashgore hungry, let go eat already!" Smashgore interupted. The guardgoyle made a furious hiss and then motioned for it's bretheren to open the cell. The guardgoyle escorted him out and through the hall followed by a company of other guardgoyles, all keeping their tridents (some previously broken) trained on Smashgore uneasily.
As they zigged and zagged through the halls of cells they eventually came to a large open room full of tables and broken men.
"The line for your breakfast... err... lunch is there, beast! Line up and prepare for your spirits to be broken, and if you soon wish for death..." the guardgoyle's voice trailed off as Smashgore jogged over to get in lines ASAP. Smashgore grabbed one of the slabs of moldy wood and picked up a crudly carved stone bowl and put them atop the rusting rail grate as he waited his turn to be served. Slowly the broken souls in front of him moved in monotomous rhytm until he pushed his tray in front of the server. The foul demon in front oh him wore a heavily stained white frock and a chef's hat his horns poked throgh in ragged rips.
"What we have today?" Smashgore asked excitedley.
The demonic chef wordlessley took a large, dirty ladel and scooped it into a brown sludge which he proceeded to haphazardly pour into Smashgore's bowl spilling most of the contents onto the floor. Smashgore looked at the semi-liquid closley.
"This... mud?" Smashgore inquired raising his head to make eye contact as the demon let out a loud, reverbeating laugh.
"Not just mud, my friend. Mud from the 13th realm, vile sod from which no plant could grow softened by the putrid rain of the sea of a million corpses. Let their putrid flesh runoff nourish you... but not too much, I hope!" screamed the demon followed by more unearthly laughter.
"Mud Smashgore mom specialty! She always serve plain, never try with extra spice stuff like this, must be fancy expensive mud!" Smashgore beamed licking his lips.
"Wait, what?" the demon said confused as Smashgore walked happily away towards the seating area. Smashgore surveyed the room. At each table where inmates so horrid they defied description. Broken, twisted men and monsters deformed from ages of backbreaking slavery. Some mere men maimed, some creatures of these very maimed men's nightmares before they where forced to live a hell that made them common bedfellows. Smashgore nervously thought about how who you sit with at your first day of nimghtmare prison potentially affecting the whole semester, making a quick friend was important to fit in! As his eyes crossed the room he noticed a pink flesh radiant and untarnished among it's grey, soulbroken peers.
"Mayhew! Make room Smashgore, Smashgore cling onto known social bonds, have anexiety to make new ones! Smashgore sit next to acquantience and not look awkward!" he shouted orcishly jolly as he pushed his way to Mayhew's location. He slide next to Mayhew and sat down causing the simple bench to creak horribly. Mayhew looked up from his bowl of inedible goop and failed in his attempt to give Smashgore a weak smile.
"Orc... you beith alive. I pray you have not suffered as I have in the short hours we have been incarserated here." he said going back to looking at his slop, aimlessley stirring it with a wooden spoon.
"Smashgore sleep and stone wing men bring him here for breakfast. That all happen now. Also, Smashgore elf." he responded picking up this bowl and taking a long whiff. Mayhew look up agitated at the orc.
"That is all? I was woketh at an ungodly hour in unfamaliar enviorn from the wizards spell to be pushed into this hall of ghastly company and served indigestable foodstuff I could scarce take more than a single bite of before being forced to slave at immutable stone under the whips of our foul captors! You slept? I toiled for hours which seemed millenia... in this short time I have suffered more than I though possible. I fear death is our only escape..." Mayhew miserbly moaned.
"Guy say they no give death. He repeat a lot, but at least accurate. How mud today?" Smashgore responded oblivious to Mayhew's malaise.
"This vile... sludge? I prithee thee not suffer as I did by letting a drop touch thy tongue. I shall have nightmares at least equal to that of the slavedriving from the taste I endured. Though death they do not offer I am sure by starvation it will come, a preferable outcome to the torment of subsiding on this cursed 'stew'." he further wailed.
"Really? Can't be that bad! Smashgore try, kitchen staff work hard and often underappreciated." he derided as he tilted the bowl sideways and let the goop flow into his mouth. As it reached Smashgore's tongue he straightened up before turning the bowl completley upside down to let the rest sloppily fall into his mouth. "This best mud Smashgore ever have! Smashgore think mud good before, but this cacophony of new flavour! Mud base enhanced so much by included miscellania! Smashgore give him compliments to chef!"
Smashgore licked the bowl's rough interior as clean as he could before simply taking a large bite of half the bowl, chewing, and then tossing the remainder into his open jaws. Licking his lips he looked at Mayhew then at his bowl and then back at Mayhew expectantly. Slowly the shocked Mayhew slid his bowl to Smashgore who threw away all pretense of table manners by simply devouring the vile mud and bowl in a single bite. Many inmates broke from their dazed stupor to look on with even the demon chef poking his head over the glass guard.
"Thank you! So delecious, Smashgore pay you back someday for extra yum-yums!" Smashgore thanked when suddenly a loud whistle broke the stunned silence causing Mayhew to cover his ears.
"It's your lucky day, maggots! The warden has come to pay the new meat a visit! I hope you're prepared!" a guardgoyle screamed as he opened a door on the other side of the room. A soft sound of scrapping on stone slowly echoed from the room as Mayhew braced for the monstorous beast that was surley to come. Smashgore looked on more absorbed with the thought of getting seconds that what would come though the portal. What stepped out of the open door was a shock to Mayhew and even caused Smashgore to take notice. A monster it was not, but the exact opposite. Well, technically a monster, but the kind of monster you WANT hiding in your closet. A tall, beutiful woman with raven black hear and a complete lack of clothing is what stepped into the grim banquet hall. Her hair reached to her perfectly perky bottom and the sleek, thin tail emerging at the small, covering a pair of leathery wings on the way down. A set of curved horns aborned her head that looked as they could be used as handels in a passionate pursuit. Bouncing above her trim waste was a set of massive breasts which paradoxically where as firm as the manhood of every man looking at her entrance which Darian would have rated as "Rockin' ". Her pubic hair was shaven into the shape of a cracked heart. Her only potential flaw where the raptor like talons attatched to the bottom of her toned, seemingly mile long legs. Perhaps a downside for the humanoid foot fetishist among the realms, but the absolute pinnacle of talon-like sexiness, I assure you. She approached the table the duo sat at in a seductive stride wiggling her butt in a way that seemed it impossible to keep her balance as she did so, but somehow managed.
"M-Mistress Sultra Sexwitch! I have to go take a cold shower now!" the guardgoyle screamed in a cracking voice as he ran off covering his lower area with his hands. Sultra squeezed in-between the sweating pair backwards so she could lean back and get a look at both of them.
"Well, well, well~ look at these new toys~ Oh, this big green ripped beefcake looks like he could really destroy a girl~" she said running a finger under Smashgore's chin.
"S-s-smashgore not seduced! Smashgore only attracted to... uh... elf women... or men... maybe..." he said despite his erect orc member lifting the table slightly.
"I can be whatever you want with equipment like that, baby~" she said slowly pulling her finger away causing Smashgore to shiver and moisten the underside of the table a tad. She slowly turned her head towards Mayhew and fluttered her eyelashes. She lifted one leg over Mayhew's legs and climbed onto his lap.
"And who is this pink little bundle of innocence~?" she said moving her mouth so that Mayhew could feel her breath on his earlobe. By this point Mayhew's undergarments had been thrice creamed. "I'm going to take that away from you~ I'm going to break your will~ both of you~"
"Smashgore not... uhhh... uhh... uh... get destricated... uh... oh! Succumb to physical manifestation of all things boner-making!" He bellowed with more than a little hint of doubt.
"Yea... verrily. Methinks the mine and food have done that already. I fully agree, and think thine use of future tense beith unessecary." Mayhew quietly trembled.
"Oh~ Listen to this little one~ such subservience~ I like it~" she said drawing her face as close to Mayhew's as her tits would allow. "We succubi can tell much from a man~ You've never know the touch of a woman, have you~? Not once experienced the moist, tight embrace upon your raging manhood~?"
As she slid back and fourth on Mayhew's twice more creamed leggings he stuttered trying to respond until he finally managed to squeak out a patheticly high pitched response.
"I-I-I'm saving mineself for marraige! I only wish to b-be with a miaden with whom I share my heart...!" Sultra threw back her head in a mocking laughter which would bring to completion the orgasm of any humiliation seeking cuckold. "B-but I haveth a girlfriend in Camelot...! You woulden't know her...!"
"Oh~ oh, baby~ I like this one~ I want to break him myself~ guards, come take this one to my... playroom~" Sultra cackled as she did her ludicrous strut back to the door. Some guardgoyles grabbed Mayhew and dragged the struggling man in after her. "Send the other to the mine~ he's gotta keep up that physique~ and good luck with those erections, boys~ Make sure to seek medical attention if they last longer than 4 hours~"
