Chapter 6: 5. Whispers

Leria wasn’t sure how long she spent lying in the dirt. Through the haze of her orgasm, she guessed at least two of the men spat at her while at least one other groped her. She could make out some sort of commotion.

Preparations?

Leria's mind just wasn't present enough. It was far away from there, in the fields of Fereldan and Orlais where people bowed to her passage, and in Skyhold where the looks of admiration in the eyes of the new recruits fell on her as she would inspect them.

A complex wave of emotions washed over the Inquisitor with these images, but eventually she grunted and sent a hand down between her legs. She spread open her lower lips and contorted her muscles to try and force out the remaining warm liquid inside her. As she did so, she heard familiar heavy footsteps approaching.

A strong hand pulled her head up by the hair.

“Hope we didn’t keep you too bored,” said Brand. “Why don’t you get on all fours like a good dog?”

Leria looked at him with a wiry, but newly defiant expression. A ringing slap to her ass wiped that look from her face.

The Herald of Andraste slowly stumbled up unto her hands and knees, looking around to see the men now surrounding her.

“Good dog,” Brand commended her. “Now show us how the bitch walks.”

The men laughed and jeered as she looked at them with almost pleading eyes.

She only got this one moment of delay.

A kick came crashing right between the Herald's legs, sending the Lord of Skyhold almost flying forward, just barely able to keep her balance, and forcing out an almost animalistic groan out of her.

“She sure does sound like a bitch,” the men laughed.

“Go on. Start walking,” Brand instructed her again. “We got a toy to show you.”

The Herald  of Andraste hung her head, looking back between her legs.

'A most pristine and holy triangle silver bush' she heard a poem circulating in Val Royeaux call her little patch of silver pubic hair. She blushed in flattery as Josephine told her about it at the time. She forgot already whether she started to trim it into a triangle shape before or after she had heard it. But now the well-trimmed silver hair on her crotch was barely visible through the sweat, cum, dirt and mud.

Another kick came in between the Inquisitor's legs, forcing out another animalistic groan. She started crawling slowly, her head bowed and her knees scratching against the ground. The jeers grew louder with every step she took, and so did her tears. More importantly, so did that infernal burning in her loins.

As she crawled forward through the dirt, the men parted to let her through, revealing a small wooden stand.

As Leria drew closer to it, she looked up to see a large piece of solid red lyrium, moalded into the shape of a giant cock.

She froze on it, unsure if it was the size, the craftsmanship or the faint whispers she could her from it that made her stare so deeply into it.

“You like it, huh?” Brand smiled. “Another gift courtesy dem nuttjob Templars that were holed up near here.”

How many secrets did those bastards have hidden in that cave she thought she had so thoroughly cleared? First the collar that led to her swift and utter defeat, and now this… thing.

She could hear this… impressive piece of art whispering to her as she gazed at the sheer girth of the object. An image of beefs cock penetrating her earlier flashed through her mind. She shook it off, but she couldn’t shake off the sensation of when it went down her throat, nor the taste of it that still lingered there.

Brand’s face appeared beside hers. “Beautiful, ain’t it?“

Leria shuddered as the man caressed her ass.

“A piece of art,” Brand continued, standing up. “Made by the same guy who made that collar you’re wearing.” He walked around the wooden stand and gestured to a point near the cliff behind it. “We called ‘im ol’ man Cunningham.”

Leria’s hand instinctively went up to feel the cold piece of steel that was the source of her torment. She looked over to where he gestured and was horrified to see a skeleton wearing the robes of a Templar scribe seated in a chair by the cliff side.

“Was a very smart man ol’ man, Cunnigham was,” Brand said, walking up to the skeleton.

“Too smart for dem Templars, apparently. “ He tapped a hand on the back of the chair, causing the skeleton to almost tip over. “He was tryin’ to figure out ways to make you magic persons not magic anymore,” he said, looking back to the Inquisitor on her hands and knees in front of the massive, glowing red cock. “That collar you love so much was his first experiment.” He looked back to the skeleton and shook his head in disappointment. “Only good for ‘bout a day or so for really strong magic persons.” He turned back to examine the petite elf. “Maybe a week for a common whore like you.”

Leria flashed with indignant pride. Her magic abilities were far from common. She had literally felled dragons with it, not to mentions other supposedly skilled and powerful Tevintar mages.

Brand nodded in her direction.

Or rather in the direction of someone behind her.

Another powerful kick hit the Lord of Skyhold right between her legs.

She groaned like an animal again and collapsed forward, her head pressed against the ground just short of the wooden stand, and her hands grabbing her ever soaking crotch still up in the air.

“He hired us to guard him and get ‘im the things he needed after his plate clad friends chased him out into the woods,” Brand continued his story. “And the damned ol’ fool actually found a way to make it stick.” He pulled off the skeleton’s head. “A way to get rid of all dem magics.” He stepped back towards Leria. “And not like dem Templars do with tranquils. Those are fuckin’ terrible.” He knelt down next to the face of the inquisitor, who was still clutching her crotch. “I fucked me a tranquil bitch once. Was like fucking a piece of wood. That won’t do,” he said, making talking motions with the skeleton head in his hand.  “But that ol’ bastard figured it out,” he continued, placing the head right in front of the heralds face. “He found a way to take the magics away forever, and turn all dem magic whores into the common whores they really are.”

The information slowly trickled through Leria’s hazy mind. A way to take away a person’s ability to use magic without making him tranquil? “That’s impossible, you idiot,” she groaned. “The connection to the fade is a natural part of every being, everyone has it, even you bastards.”

“Yes I gathered as much from the ol’ man’s ramblings.” Brand spanked the inquisitor’s elevated ass for talking back and stood up. “But then we tried it on some raven haired wilds witch whore we caught just like we did you, and it worked!” He tapped his finger on the glowing red mass. “All that power she thought she had that made her special, gone! Just another common slut sold to some Free Marches whore house!”

“Enough with the damn story already!” cried one of the men.

“Yeah! We’re dying to have our dicks wet with some elf juice!” shouted another.

“Alright, alright,” Brand calmed them down. “Just want to let the whore know what’s expecting her.”

“Get on with it!” a third shouted.

“Yes! Get on with it!”

Brand turned back to the disheveled mess that was the leader of the Inquisition. “Get up like a good whore, will ya? The men are itching to have a piece of ya.”

The recent kicks to her both figuratively and literally aching pussy elicited her immediate compliance. As she pulled herself up to her knees, she paused to look again at the glowing red cock in front of her face.

“Come on,” Brand said. “It will be inside ya soon enough.”

Leria shook off her daze. “What?!”

“How did ya think the damn thing was goin’ to work?” Brand laughed. “Come on, on your little whore feet.”

Leria slowly stumbled upright.

“Now you’ll show the guys how wide you can really stretch that snatch of yours,” Brand said, tapping a hand at her crotch, which made her legs shake slightly.

“That fucking thing will never fit in me,” Leria said as coldly as she could.

“That last bitch said the same thing,” Brand said, walking behind the red artifact.  “But I guess magic pussy is extra strong!”

The men laughed at his remark.

Leria stared at the man standing in front of her with a look of disgust.

“And I’m sure your whore pussy been plenty stretched in Dennerim,” He added.

Leria’s legs trembled slightly as more of of her pussy juices mixed with perhaps the last of Beef’s cum trickled slowly down her thigh.

“It’s time, whore. Sit down on this magnificent red cock, and turn into the common whore you are.” He gestured to the red mass between them. “You admitted to it yourself. Go on. Plunge yourself unto it like you plunged yourself unto Beefs ugly cock. It's that easy.”

“Oy!” rose an angry protest from behind her.

The Inquisitor could feel the taste in her mouth, smell the scent in her nose and feel the warmth dripping from inside her ever more vividly as she stared back at Brand with what she hoped was a defiant gaze, but was more of a helpless plea.

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She looked down at the large prick between them. She shut her eyes as more tears swept down her cheeks. “No,” she managed with a trembling, wailing voice, trying to muster into her voice her authority as the Lord of Skyhold and leader of the Inquisition. 

“I got a last present for our stupid magic whore!” declared a familiar voice from behind her.

Leria turned around to see the man she had injured earlier, his shoulder evidently treated now with some form of healing magic.

He stepped forward and threw something between the Herald's legs.

Leria looked down to see her Orlesian silk panties lying in the stained dirt between her legs. Thick, fresh stains of what was obviously cum covered them along with the dirt they just landed in. A drop of the mixed liquids sliding down her thigh fell right unto the elaborate flower pattern at the center of her favorite underwear.

She had them custom made by the best Orlesian lingerie maker, sown especially to fit her small thighs and well-shaped, small rear.

More tears. There was a faint anger in them now, joining the mix of emotions washing over her, all of which still paled in comparison to the burning that grew ever stronger as she stared at her favorite, cum covered silk.

The injured man stepped towards her. “I’m gonna do the same to that pretty, tattooed face of yours, whore,” he said, pulling her head slightly back to force her to look at him.

Leria looked. Helpless. Whatever authority she managed to bring up was gone. Perhaps there was none to begin with.

He looked back at her with disgust.

The burning inside her grew stronger still.

“And then I’ll pound the maker out of that bitch pussy of yours,” he said and sent a stunningly swift kick straight between the Inquisitor’s legs, with the tip of his boot spreading apart her pussy lips.

The Herald of Andraste flew up in the air slightly and collapsed unto her knees with animalistic howl after animalistic howl as her body trembled and spasmed with another orgasm, along with something new.

She was pissing. Her hands instinctively clasped her burning nether regions, but through them, the Lord of Skyhold was pissing herself, soaking the stained silk panties below.

"She's pissing herself!" mocked one of the men behind her. 

The men laughed. Making sure she knew they were all watching as she did.

“She cums when you kick that bitch pussy of hers! Ha!” one exclaimed.

“God I’m dying to hear this dog howl of hers as I pound her ass!” another declared.

All the while the Lord of Skyhold groaned like an animal as she soaked her defiled lingerie.

As her howls grew fainter, a hand grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up and flung her forward into the hands of Brand, who stopped her just above the red, glowing cock.

“It’s time,” Brand whispered into her ear as she panted in his arms.

“No…” she replied weakly. “No…”

“All you have to do is sit on it. Feel how it splits you open and then POOF, your power is gone forever." A hand began caressing Leria’s breast.

“I’ll never…” she wailed faintly.

“Sit down on this massive cock, and forever be the common whore you know deep down that you are.” 

“No…” she squealed softly as the hand pinched her nipple. A hand that was rough and coarse.

A memory flashed across her mind. A bare chest rubbing against a discarded, half broken wooden crate in that alienage alley. An alley echoing with howls and groans of some sort of animal.

“Fucking dog!” came a cry from the crowd in front of them. “Stupid elf slut!”

The hand left Leria’s breast, leaving her to pant again.

“No…” she repeated meekly. She looked down at the glowing red cock between her legs. If he spoke the truth…

“Without dem magics of yours,” the whisperes continued in her ear. “All that’s gonna be left is what you really are.” She shut her eyes. “Just a common alienage whore. No more than a dog, limping down the alleys.”

A hand went down between Leria’s legs and softly pushed a fat finger inside her, forcing her to moan. It pushed in deeper and deeper as she bit her lip, only to stop when before the apex of pleasure.

The men continued to jeer.

Her body braced for the building climax when suddenly the finger stopped and pulled out, leaving her to gasp a faint “No.”

Leria glanced in shock at the men in front of her and then dropped her head with more tears.

Right down towards the huge, red dick below her. 

“Do it,” the whispers continued. “You don’t need your powers. You’re just a common whore.”

Leria stepped forward slowly, her legs shaking.

“Common whore! Common whore!” The men urged her on with their chant.

She stopped, her legs spread apart, just above the massive cock, her pussy lips hovering over it.

“Common whore!” the chant continued.

She looked up at the crowd of jeering humans. Looks full of lust mixed in with disgust and disdain greeted her helpless gaze. A few were rubbing large bulges in their pants in anticipation. Beef winked at her and she could see his fat prick once more fully erect and ready for an encore.

“Do it slut! A dog like you doesn’t need magic!” one of the men shouted.

“Yeah! That power is wasted on a stupid whore like you!” another added.

“Common whore! Common whore!” the chant continued.

Leria continued to stare at the mass of humans in front of her in a haze. Her eyes went over their jeering faces, the hands that were rubbing their cocks through their pants, Beef’s fat, ugly, reeking cock, still wet from her mouth and pussy, and then down, noticing the soiled panties.

She looked back to the magnificent piece of art between her legs.

“Let it go. Let all you power and strength slip away forever,” the whisper urged.

“Common whore! Common whore!”

The Lord of Skyhold looked once more at the humans calling her a whore and started to descend slowly.

The burning between her legs grew stronger and stronger and drops from her still soaking lips dropped unto the cock below, releasing sizzling red vapors.

The Herald of Andraste continued to look at the crowd in front of her.

Her legs shook as she continued to descend.

The Inquistor paused with a gasp as her lips finally touched the red lyrium. It was warm.

Her pussy. Maker! Her pussy became more and more soaked with every moment.

“Common whore! Common whore!”

Inquisitor Leria, the Herald of Andraste, leader of the Inquisition and Lord of Skyhold, descended farther down to push into her pussy the glowing red cock that would forever take away her magic, her power, what elevated her above others.

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