STORY - Behemoths & Booty: Gretchen's Taking Stocks! (Patreon)

Here's a new story that takes place in the world of Behemoths & Booty! We follow Gretchen as she finds herself locked up (a somewhat usual affair). Accompanying her - another troll?

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Junburg was a straight-laced sort of town. It had magic, food and other resources that adventurers needed, but they didn’t tend to linger there. There was no post for the adventurer’s guild there, and the local guards were much more uptight than most places they were used to. 

Gretchen had found out the hard way. She sighed as she stayed bent over in the stocks, the thick plank of wood latched around her head and wrists in the middle of town. People kept glancing towards the trapped goblin. She just winked back at them playfully. Her low-cut top and snug trousers showed off her curves even more clearly than usual in this position.

It was early in the day when Gretchen heard some snarling behind her followed by the tromp of heavy footsteps. She couldn’t see behind her due to the stocks, but she could pick up a lot of what was going on through her big green ears.

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Trolls were aggressive in general and they lived by their codes based on their tribes. The dark blue woman was taller than either of them, broad and beefy in her muscular build. Much like her extra set of arms, her simple cloth wraps around her chest covered four breasts. The females were a little taller and more upright than the males, and while slightly slimmer they were still bulkier than most other species. Her hair was kept in the traditional mohawk, and she bore slightly smaller tusks than a male. They were only the size of daggers rather than a human arm. Her glassy eyes glared at the guards, distorting the paint lining her eyes and jangling the various bangles and jewelry on her clothes and person as she struggled.

“Alright, lock her in,” one of the orcish guards directed his human partner. They each took either side of two sets of the large manacles, shoving the female troll’s arms into the stocks. The magical bonds in the wooden rack snapped her arms into place, binding her there despite her struggles. The troll grunted and pulled at them fruitlessly despite her bulging muscles.

“So what about the…?” the human asked, pointing at the troll’s second set of arms.

The orc frowned as he looked over the she-troll. He had forgotten that part. They had brought twice as many handcuffs for her extra arms, and thick ones after she snapped the first set of chains they tried on her with her ridiculous strength.

“Here. Grab that extra rack. Just pile ‘em up,” the orc ordered.

The guards forced the troll to bend over and snapped her head and lower arms into their slots. They stacked a second rack above that one for her third and fourth arms and fit them in as well. She gave a feral snort as they hopped off the wooden platform, tossing a copper bowl at the foot of her rack.

“There you go,” the human grunted. “You’re all set. See you when you’ve paid your dues.”

“Oh go to hell,” the troll snarled.

The guards remained unshaken as they walked away. Gretchen clicked her tongue, getting the troll to turn in her direction.

“First time in the racks, eh?” she pried with a casual smile.

“Yes,” the she-troll said begrudgingly. “I wasn’t expecting their guards to know magic.”

“Yea, they’re real sticklers around here. Did ya know it’s illegal to nick a bloke’s wallet? Who’da thought?” Gretchen chirped ponderously. She flashed the troll a cheeky smile. Girga finally broke into a smirk as well.

“I was accused of starting a brawl,” the troll admitted.

“And didja?”

“With those weaklings? That was nothing like a real brawl,” the troll huffed. Gretchen giggled at her reply.

“Word of advice: deny everythin’ until they can prove it.” The goblin held up her barely-mobile hand.

“My name’s Gretchen. Good to meetcha, neighbor.”

The troll saw her raised hand and nodded, waving her hand in a similarly limited gesture.

“I’m Girga. At least I won’t be bored to death out here if you’re keeping me company.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. Not a lot of fellas have been with a troll before.”

Girga gave her a wary glance.

“What exactly did they mean back there? About paying my dues?”

“Oh it really is your first time!” Gretchen realized. “Well ya see this?”

The goblin kicked a bowl at her feet. It was the same as Girga’s, except that several coins were resting inside it. The troll nodded.

“That’s your bailin’ bowl. You either gotta do your time here in the stocks…”

“Three days,” Girga grumbled.

“Or you earn enough gold to pay it off. The magic locks open when you’ve done enough of either.”

There was a clinking sound as a coin landed in Gretchen’s bowl. She glanced up at the elvish man who caught her eye before walking behind her.

“Ooh, another customer!” the goblin chimed conversationally. “Pick a hole and help yourself. I’ve been partial to the muff lately, but hey! It’s your gold.”

She wiggled her ass as the elf approached it. Even with her lower-standing stocks, her feet dangled just shy of the platform to leave her suspended. The customer pulled down her pants for her until plump, green ass cheeks bounced eagerly over the waistline. Gretchen gave an excited purr as he rubbed his hands over her booty.

“Like what ya see, stranger?” Gretchen teased as she ran her stubbed foot down his leg.

“Definitely worth the gold,” the pale elf said as he unbuckled his pants. He took Gretchen by the legs and lifted them up, lining himself to push straight into her pussy. Girga watched with a frown as Gretchen’s eyes lit up.

“Ooh! You’re big for an elf now, aintcha?” the goblin encouraged as she latched her legs around his hips. She used the leverage to bump her pussy back into him, casually grinding on his dick with a gentle spiraling motion.

The elf was moaning and grunting in no time, squeezing her green cheeks to keep noisily slapping against her hips. Gretchen’s grinning head bobbed as she was plowed from behind, their difference in size rocking her body with each thrust despite the bracing stocks.

Girga gave a huffing snort. She flexed and pulled with her arms again, but the enchanted wood and locks didn’t even creak. The troll resigned herself to her fate. She wasn’t happy about it, but the more she cooperated, the faster she got out of her situation.

Amidst the howling and moaning sounds of skewered goblin, there was another clink. Girga glanced down to see a solitary gold in her bowl. She looked up at a human woman with blonde curls and some lightweight armor.

“You ARE up for rent, right?” the human asked.

“Yes,” Girga sighed.

“Wonderful! I’ve always wondered what it was like being eaten out by a troll.”

“Why don’t you find out?” Girga grunted, trying to be as welcoming as possible in her miserable situation.

The woman hesitated before she undid her belt, sliding off her armor and leggings.

“Just mind the tusks,” Girga warned. The woman took her advice, wrapping her hands around the troll’s tusks and sliding her slim hips between them. Once she was in reach, Girga compliantly opened her fanged mouth and ran a wide tongue over the stranger’s pussy.

The human gave a soft coo, even if it was nearly drowned out by the elf on the other side of the racks. The meaty slap of his pelvis against Gretchen’s ass kept a rhythm counting down to his gushing orgasm, spurting several globs into the goblin pussy. Gretchen shivered and bit down on her lip with one of her fangs.

“There’s a good bloke! Sorry if I can’t look ya in the eye, but I hope it was half as good for you as it was for me.”

The elf gave her naked ass a firm spank.

“Definitely. Hope you’re still here when I’m back tomorrow.”

“We should both be so lucky,” Gretchen giggled as he left her cummy thighs behind.

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The human woman moaned as Girga’s tongue worked its way inside her. She started to thrust against her face, thrilled to have the bigger woman at her mercy. Once she got a steady rhythm going, she went on humping Girga’s face as she ran her hands over the beast woman’s body. She felt up her strong limbs before going down to her chest. She curiously cupped the top pair, kneading them softly now that she felt sure she wasn’t going to prick herself on Girga’s tusks. The fondling got Girga to moan in her husky voice, getting the human to gasp and stiffen up at the subtle vibration to her tongue and lips. She pinched at Girga’s nipples, getting more intense noises from her as the troll squirmed in her stocks.

“Oh gods, that’s so good!” the blonde human gasped, grinding her pussy more firmly over Girga’s lips. The troll flexed her tongue and pressed it deeper as she flicked the woman’s clit, getting her even more excited about her service.

The human let her hands roam even lower, tugging Girga’s simple top aside. All four of the blue breasts fell out, hanging heavily from her bent over position. The woman started to fondle the lower set, interested to find that they worked in pairs; her lower two nipples were still soft while the top ones were fully erect.

The blonde let her hands stray up and down, rubbing and flicking at Girga’s plentiful nipples. The teasing got the troll moaning and eating her more hungrily, tasting the faintly sweet juices of her arousal. The human finally gave a low grunt, her body shivering through a few last second humps as her warm cum washed over Girga’s mouth and tongue. The troll slurped it up noisily as the woman steadied herself with a hand on her mohawked head.

“Oof… well that was… an experience,” the woman muttered. She went back to her things, casually redressing before tossing another silver into the bowl.

“Well done. You’ve got a talent for this,” the human praised before she walked away. A sweep of Girga’s tongue cleaned off her mouth. As she looked over to Gretchen, she saw that the goblin already had a line forming...

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A husky red oni had settled in behind Gretchen, hotdogging his cock between her ass cheeks. The muscular demon’s crimson shaft bobbed up and down between the green booty, and Gretchen bumped her hips up and down to rub her asshole against his erection.

“Mm! That’s the way, big fella! Go on and show me whatcha got,” Gretchen purred. “Don’t be afraid to get a little rough back there.”

The oni took her cue and slapped her ass, jiggling Gretchen’s ass around his dick. The goblin gave an excited squeal as she pushed her hips more firmly into him.

“Hey, I call a titjob once he’s done,” called a human man waiting beside the stocks.

“Ah, why wait?” Gretchen said with a wave of her bound hand. “Come on and help yeself, mate.”

The newcomer gladly tossed his coins into the bowl and stepped onto the platform. He started to untie Gretchen’s top, but the goblin couldn’t wait that long. With her face bobbing from the humping from behind, she nuzzling and kissed at his bulge through his pants. He finally pulled her tits free, squeezing the green orbs together as he drew his already hard cock and shoved it down her cleavage. It buried itself between her jugs, kept neatly in place by her half-removed top. Gretchen’s hanging breasts swayed from the oni’s humping against her ass, keeping her body softly rocking back and forth to rub against one customer and then the other.

There must have been some sort of rush going on because another coin landed in Girga’s bowl. It was hard to miss the muscular, moustached and black-furred centaur standing in front of her.

“I promise to be gentle,” the deep-voiced demi-human offered as he trotted around behind her.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Girga grunted. “I am not a fragile little elf. I can take it.”

“Good to know.”

The centaur moved around behind her and raised his forelegs, bracing them against the sturdy stocks. The man-horse’s predictably huge cock bumped between Girga’s legs, getting her to tense up briefly before calming down again. Centaurs were certainly a well-endowed race, but if any race could handle them, it was the tall and rapidly-healing trolls.

What she didn’t expect was for him to slide it higher up her body. The long horsecock teased along her slit before it started to nudge its way between her ass cheeks. Girga gasped and blushed a shade of purple across her face as the centaur started to grind his cockhead against her anus.

Gretchen was pumping her front-facing customer between her jugs, sliding him out just as he was about to finish. The moaning human’s cock bobbed back upright, spraying a streak of white cream across Gretchen’s face and over the front of her shirt. She smiled as she lapped some of it off her lips. The oni matched him as he spurted a burst of cum over her ass, just to toss a second coin in her bowl. He was still hard as he spread Gretchen’s cheeks and rubbed his cum between them, lubing up her asshole before he slid himself inside her.

Gretchen gave a deep moan as the oni fucked his way into her butt. She arched her back to raise her ass, clenching her cheeks to give an appreciative squeeze around his cock. She spared a sultry glance towards Girga, seeing the troll swallowing hard as the centaur teased her rear.

“Don’t tell me this’ the first time you’ve had a stranger come in your backdoor,” she giggled.

“N-no,” the troll mewled. It was the most meek and docile that Gretchen had seen Girga. Come to think of it, that was the most timid she’d seen ANY troll before.

“But trolls are… er, both of our holes are really sensitive. Our asses are erogenous zones… AHHHN!”

She gave a passionately feminine gasp as the centaur finally thrust himself inside her ass. True to her claim, her asshole loosened to welcome him inside. It was just as sensitive as her pussy, and Gretchen watched with fascination as the muscular, four-armed monster of a woman suddenly broke like a virgin at a brothel.

“And I thought I liked it up the arse,” said Gretchen. The oni behind her started to slow his pace as they watched the larger creatures going at it. The centaur was steadily burying more and more of his lengthy cock inside Girga’s thick ass cheeks.

Not one to take it slow herself, Gretchen hooked her heels behind the oni’s knees and pulled him balls deep into her.

“Don’t go slackin’ on me now. I’m nearly done,” she encouraged. “Though my hands are a little busy. Would you mind lendin’ me a finger or two?”

As the oni cupped her pussy and staretd to finger Gretchen along with his anal humping, Girga was staring blankly ahead of her as she drooled over the wooden platform. The centaur’s dense hooves thumped against the boards as he pounded into her ass, her already glassy eyes rolling in her head. Her thick tongue rolled out between her tusks as the thick equine balls slapped against her cheeks, reaching as far as he could go up her anus. Girga felt like she could taste his deep dicking as her muscular body twitched, making her sensitive insides clench and rub against his massive and hard cock that much harder. Her three thick fingers clenched into fists as she barely registered the rapidly panting Gretchen beside her. She could hardly focus enough to see the green girl bucking rapidly in place, smiling ear to ear as she shut her eye.

Gretchen and Girga both broke into hearty, passionate screams as they shuddered violently. Their assholes clenched around their rented lovers as their pussies squirted intensely over the wood of their platform. Girga in particular had a small waterfall of cum coursing down her thighs, her thick legs crossing as her powerful body vibrated with pleasure. She gave a long, throaty moan that broke into another wail as she felt the centaur cumming deep into her bowels. The overly hung demi-human unsheathed his dick from inside her, his hooves stumbling to regain his balance before he tossed Girga another gold.

“Much appreciated, my lady,” he sighed. He and the oni finished pulling out, hopping off the platform and leaving the cum-stained women to themselves.

“You know,” Gretchen mused. “I met a few trolls in my travels. I never knew the thing about your arses.”

The goblin held out two fingers as she did some mental math.

“Suddenly makes a lot more sense that your blokes have two cocks.”

“It doesn’t come up often,” Birga admitted as she blushed purple once again.

“Ah, nothin’ ta be ashamed of. If word got out, your lot might be a lot more popular with the boys.”

Gretchen scratched her side as she stood up and shook out her hair. It wasn’t until she stretched to crack her back that Girga realized she had left her stocks.

“Did you just pay your dues?” Girga asked warily.

“Me? Nah,” Gretchen dismissed. “I just picked the lock while that last guy was usin’ me. Not like anyone was paying attention to what my hands were doin’ anyway.”

“…could you have got out at any time?”

“Of course,” Gretchen grinned. “There’s just some days when this is the easiest way to get some action.”

The goblin held up some of her lockpicks helpfully. “You want some help? Cuz I could go for another couple hours myself.”

To her own surprise, Girga hesitated. She shivered as some of the centaur’s cum trickled out of her asshole and her own juices ran down her muscular thigh. She still tasted the human woman on her lips. She really was enjoying her sentence a lot more than she expected.

“A little longer,” Girga finally answered.

Gretchen stuck her head back into the stocks, tugging it back down around her.

“Great! I could use some company.”