"Thank you, sir," Chloe said obediently.
"This one is a very well-trained slave, perfectly obedient and well taken care of by her former master before she was sold to us," Butler bullshitted shamelessly. "She's probably never even tasted the whip. What a wonderful surprise that will be for her…"
"Boring." The customer waved a dismissive hand at the elf, and moved onto the last option.
Indeed, Chloe was as yielding as a puddle of water, and like a puddle of water, she could be easily bent but never broken. For a sadist that got off on inflicting fear and conquering a cowering victim, Chloe would be endlessly frustrating.
The poor catgirl, on the other hand, cowered at the sight of the cruel man. She whimpered, closed her eyes, and turned her head away, fearing the horrible things he likely had in mind for her. She hung there from her wrists, shivering as the man inspected her. Her cat ears were flattened down against her skull, and her tail was tucked between her legs. Poor girl… if my guess was right, and this guy liked fear, her fate was now sealed.
Sure enough, the man picked her. A pair of thugs came and unlocked her from the pillar, and shackled her wrists again behind her back. She was led over to a pillory, a big block of wood with a hole to hold the head and wrists. She was bent over, ass exposed to the world, unable to even see what was happening behind her. The pillory's height was adjusted until her face was perfectly level with the man's crotch.
The man walked up behind her, lifting the girl's tail, and gently stroking a fingertip over her exposed pussy lips. She squeaked in surprise, and squatted down to avoid his touch, hiding her bits away from the molesting finger. The man scowled and yanked her tail hard. She yelped from the sharp pain, and moved her ass back up, until her pussy was once again accessible. He gave her butt a spank.
The man let her go, and watched thoughtfully as she started slowly lowering her hips out of the way again, protecting her pussy from further assault.
"Might I recommend a brazier? Perhaps the burning spreader?" Satan's Butler suggested.
"Ah yes! Good idea." the customer replied.
The burning spreader turned out to be a wrought iron bar, about three feet long, with two shackles on the end, interrupted by a foot-wide ring in the centre. They clamped the shackles onto her feet. The girl's ankles were now forced open, yet she could still bend her knees and move her butt away like before.
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To solve that problem, the men brough out a massive iron bowl, at least 30 or 40 pounds of weight, and let it rest inside the spreader bar's metal ring. They adjusted the girl's feet, until she was the right distance away from the pillory, and dumped a few scoops of coal inside the brazier.
Satan's Butler pointed a finger, and with a touch of fire magic, the coal lit on fire with a 'woof.'
The catgirl screamed in terror, noticing the sudden heat between her legs. She pushed her ass straight into the air, as far from the burning coals as possible, giving the man as much access as he wanted. She shivered in terror as the fiery coals burnt beneath her. That seemed uncomfortable, probably a little painful, but it wasn't burning her too badly yet. However, if she tried to squat again to escape her molester, she'd end up cooking her genitals, and that would hurt.
He thanked the torture master for the help, and Satan's Butler left him to help the next customer.
I realized there was plenty of room to add more coal to the brazier. This lovely little device could change from a mere rape aid to full blown instrument of torture quite easily. Thankfully, it seemed this man prioritized getting laid over just inflicting pain.
The man took another minute or so to casually molest the catgirl, poking a finger inside her, testing for wetness. She didn't try to move her ass away anymore. Finally, he undid his robe, opening it at the front like a bath robe and revealing his naked body beneath.
Without another word, the man positioned himself and thrust into her from behind. She screamed. Needless to say, there was no foreplay and no gentleness. I couldn't see much, other than the man's back as he fucked her viciously.
By this point, there was a steady trickle of customers entering the building. They held drinks in hand, and walked around, inspecting the equipment and girls. Deciding who or what they wanted to rent for the night. The two halflings were claimed immediately by men who boasted about wanting to tear their tight holes open.
There were more customers here than I would have thought. With a population of only a couple thousand, this town was barely even a town, more of a large village. There were already five guys here, more arriving every minute. Where did these bastards come from?
Back on earth, plenty of people liked their sex a little on the rough side. I remembered reading once that more than half of all women had tried bondage at some point in their lives, and at least a quarter of them had sexual fantasies about being raped. Still, I doubted even one percent of the population would have been extreme sadists like this… Torturing another person to the point of leaving scars was not a common kink. Even the old me, which enjoyed a bit of male dominant sadism, wouldn't have wanted to take things further than a bit of spanking or impact play, nothing that would break the skin or leave a permanent mark. In a tiny little town like this, there should not have been enough customers to keep an extreme, sadism focused brothel of this size afloat.
Was cruelty and sexual violence the norm here? It must have been. This place didn't make sense otherwise. Man, this world was fucked up.
"No… no no no… Please… not that… I'll do anything…" I heard the bunny girl's voice from somewhere behind my pillar, begging for mercy.