This is my first fanfic posting! Be gentle. I'm a published author IRL, writing kinky fantasy and modern m/m/f. PM me for more info.
I love the new Torchlight game, and as always, want to see what the characters get up to when they're "between things". Or in Fiona's case, having misadventures in the wilderness.
This is rated MA for mature content, explicit kinky sex. All heterosexual just now, but there may be guy sex later! Enjoy.
I figured out a few things about the site...this is the same story, cut up properly into chapters. A few edits for game canon.
Chapter 1: Fiona and the Assassins
Fiona ran for her life. The highlands ought to be her type of place. Cold, snowy, full of danger. Nothing an Imperial Engineer couldn't handle. But not today. Somehow she'd run afoul of every single Mirka on the plateau and they were all after her. A horde of fucking furballs with clubs. Her pet had run for its own life, and she couldn't blame him.
Come on, come on, there had to be a place she could put her back to a wall. Or a few Vanquishers, another adventurer, come on! A stockade fence loomed up in front of her. For a desperate moment she thought it was help. Then she saw the flag. Crossed swords. Bandits. The Slaver camp.
The Mirka horde thudded behind her, so close she could feel their hot breath.
No choice. Fiona dashed up to the gate and ignored the bandit holding a gun.
The Mirka howled. They couldn't enter if she put herself in the Slavers' power.
"Put your weapons down, Engineer." She heard a click behind her.
Fiona dropped her big combat wrench, then her backup dagger.
"Now the damned power source."
She unbuckled her power pack and laid it down more carefully. This was going to get ugly.
"I'm in a good mood today, wench." Her captor hissed in her ear. "March."
She walked over, further into the camp. Grinning bandits and assassins watched, some even rubbing their crotches as if hoping for a chance at her.
"Into that hut." He pointed.
Fiona opened the door, expecting filth and squalor. Nope. It was a tight little place. Warm and everything in place. Including the big bed and the chains dangling from the posts. She gasped.
"I don't trust you, Imperial. You're going to wear chains until the big boys downstairs come up for air. Then maybe your head will go on a post and maybe you'll find a cage."
Fiona stripped reluctantly at another prod from his gun. She still hadn't seen him. He sounded like a big man. Deep voice, too. Just what she liked. Except that he wasn't going to ask what she liked. No, he'll take. And you'll like that better. No. She wasn't that kind of helpless female! Ha. No Imperial will do what you need. Maybe a bandit will!
"Nice. Thought you were all there. Not one of these tiny little wenches I could break in one hand. Lie down on the bed."
She lay down, shivering. Finally seeing him.
He was an Black fist assassin, rifle in his hand, a line of daggers in sheaths across his chest. Elite, too, judging by the dagger branded on his forehead. Dark haired, dark eyed, slightly swarthy skinned. Not from The Imperium. Some desert place had birthed that tight curly hair and wide shoulders.
"Lie still while I bind you. I'm putting the gun down, but I still have weapons, wench." He set the gun down several feet away and finally approached. "Give me your hand."
Fiona let him clamp a wrist iron on her without struggling. He went around and got her opposite ankle and relaxed a hair with her pinned down.
"You've played this game before." He more gently clamped the second wrist iron on and kissed her wrist below it.
"No." Fiona shook her head, feeling her whole body quivering. She hoped it was fear, but knew better.
He secured the last ankle and smiled, flashing very white teeth. He looked much nicer when he smiled, somehow. "I want to feel you, wench!" He stripped unceremoniously. Unclothed, he looked just as impressive. Graceful, despite his scars. Tight and wide, but not heavy.
The assassin sat down next to her and stroked her skin, starting at her belly, up to her breasts and down again, curving his hand into her sex and exploring lightly.
Fiona fought back a completely different whimper. She felt so helpless. She couldn't do a thing about anything he wanted to do to her. And her sex was wet for that thought.
"Good. You are no virgin. I lack the patience for such!" He pushed two fingers inside her carefully.
"The Imperial army isn't that stuffy!" Fiona protested.
"I hear Engineers are a randy bunch. Always ready to down the metal tools and take up the fleshly ones!" He worked his fingers inside her.
Fiona whimpered. Oh, yes. Right in the workroom, even.
"Tell me about it, wench." The assassin whispered in her ear, moving his fingers more rapidly.
"Uh…Sven and I stayed late in the workshop one night. He said it was to train me. He wasn't lying, exactly. He pushed me over the workbench and did what you're doing…Guardian!" Fiona had to stop talking for the pleasure.
"Is that all?"
"Unghh. No. He kept doing it, and then it felt odd. I looked back. He was using a wrench handle inside me." Fiona clenched down, imagining that cool feeling inside her again. The rigidity of metal instead of flesh. It hurt but she wanted it.
The assassin gave his own groan and took his fingers away. He shifted to kneel between her legs.
Fiona looked down her body at the big cock he was positioning at her entrance. "He…he fucked me with it until I had pleasure, then used his cock. The wrench went into my other…" She gasped as the assassin thrust home into her body. It had been a while. He had to force himself inside. She writhed for it, burning and hurting and so good. Not what she wanted. What he wanted to do to her.
"Oh yes. Scream for me, Imperial girl!" He sat flush against her body for only an instant before dragging his cock out and doing it again. He dug his hands into her shoulders.
Fiona screamed for the helplessness and the big cock inside her and the desperate, burning pain and pleasure. She yanked on the chains to remind herself of her plight. It didn't work. Her whole body clenched in pleasure moments later.
He howled like a wolf and spent into her in jerking spasms. They lay together comfortably united for a while afterward.
The door banged open. "Ahmed, where the hell is the...oh. Heh." Another assassin came in.
Ahmed snapped something in his own language. The other assassin shut the door and folded his arms over his chest. "Am I interrupting?"
"Not…quite. Well?"
Fiona felt her face go hot and red. She'd been forced. And liked it.
"They're busy downstairs with the prisoners. Said to keep this one secure and they'd deal with it in the morning."
Ahmed pulled away from Fiona's body. "This one likes the chains, brother."
"Artificer!" The other assassin unfastened his belt. "I'll take watch."
Ahmed stood up and laughed.
Fiona whimpered. This assassin had darker skin and the cock he unveiled bigger than anything she'd ever imagined.
Ahmed dressed, watching. He left with a big grin and a laugh.
"Mmm. Juicy. The way I like it." The assassin stripped only from the waist up and came to her with his leggings loose around his hips. He spent moments testing her sex and forced his way inside her body.
His cock hurt too, even bigger than Ahmed's. Fiona screamed for it, and then as he continued, again in a different note. It felt good, even thought she might be torn in two. He filled every corner of her sheath and then some.
"Just one little problem." The assassin slowed his assault.
"W-what?" Fiona looked down her body. He seemed to be as deep as he could go, but his cock was not all the way inside her.
"You ain't big enough inside." He jammed deeply against her body, which hurt. "Gonna fuck your other end."
Fiona shuddered and fought his grip when he shifted her so her legs were up in the air, chained to a rafter.
"Shh. I'll beat you if you don't quite struggling."
Fiona kicked out, barely missing him. No! She wasn't getting fucked back there.
"I keep my promises, bitch." The assassin had her legs wide, up in the air. He pulled a quirt from his belt.
Fiona braced herself. Sven had also liked to strap her with belting. Too late, she saw the assassin's aim. "No! Please!"
It felt like a full-size bullwhip had hit her directly on the sex. "No. You're getting five. Say anything else and it'll be ten."
Fiona bit her lips and screamed without words for each stinging blow.
"Better." He caressed her sex. "You like this!"
Fiona writhed for his touch.
"Now. Gonna start you out with fingers." He kept rubbing her sex and invaded her rear entrance with two fingers.
It felt good. Or she'd lost her mind. Three fingers were better. His cock forced inside slowly and painfully until something gave. Fiona gasped in relief.
He groaned softly as he penetrated her deeply, finally stopped with his hips against hers.
"Tight. By the Artificer, so good. So tight." He fucked her harder, retreating into his own language eventually.
She couldn't possibly like this, but her body squeezed down and she came hard, stars in her eyes for long moments. He followed with a shout of triumph that made her ears ring.
As they came down, shouts echoed outside. An explosion. More shouting and screaming.
"Artificer! Someone attacks." The dark assassin leaped off the bed and dressed.
"Don't leave me like this!" Fiona protested.
"Why not?" He caressed her leg. "We've killed every damned Imperial that has come here so far. Don't worry, Engineer. We won't neglect you."
As soon as the door slammed, Fiona struggled with her chains. A mage would have a horrible likelihood of just burning the entire compound. Another Engineer's hammer fire might do the same. Outlanders liked their explosions. A berserker would be best. Another explosion made that hope disappear. She smelled smoke. "Help! Help! I'm trapped here!"
Ahmed reappeared in the hut suddenly with a voip! of displaced air. "Damn him." He bent to unlock her chains swiftly, dagger in one hand.
"You're…letting me go?" Fiona stared at him in shock, rubbing her wrists.
"You shared yourself with me, gave me a story, wench." He leaned and kissed her forehead and traced a shape on it with one finger. "Assassins will not kill you."
"What? Don't go!" Fiona grabbed at him, but found only air. He left as suddenly as he arrived.
She started to dress and considered again. If she just popped out of a cottage all clothed, no one would believe she'd been a prisoner. But naked, they would be so flustered. Vanquishers, especially. She found the door locked. Ah, well. Ahmed had thought of that. She started pounding on the door. Then she smelled smoke. Much too close. The thatch above her had caught fire. She screamed entirely in earnest and beat on the door with all her strength. The lock gave and she stumbled out into the smoke. "Help!"
Vanquishers were everywhere. They seemed to be mopping up the battle. "Miss!" She could see his blue eyes widen through the eye slots of his helm mask.
"They captured me!" Fiona ran to the relative safety of the Vanquishers. Within seconds, she had a Vanquisher cloak slung around her.
"Told you they caught an Engineer." The captain said calmly as the battle quieted. "What happened, Miss?"
"They captured me when I was running from a horde of Mirka. I riled up too many of the polar bear monsters at once." Fiona blushed. That was perfectly true, and embarrassing. Less so than the bruises around her wrists and ankles. Not to mention the knowledge that she'd enjoyed herself.
"Adventurers." She said in disgust. "Here's your gear. We'll find you some clothes."
Fiona dressed in ill-fitting Vanquisher shirt and pants and some bandit's boots. A relief to be dressed. She helped them mop up the bandits and congratulated the mage who'd found the bandit chiefs in their lair. She was a terrifying little thing from the far East of the Empire, disciplined and almost robotic in her calm.
Fizzle came running in as Fiona sat down to rest, his fuzzy long giant ferret body quivering in nerves.
"There you are!" Fiona hugged him to her chest gladly while he nuzzled her frantically. "Where's your goggles?"
He hid his face under her arm. The giant ferrets couldn't talk, but their bodies were always very expressive. He hated losing his own gear.
"Oh, that's okay. I had worse happen." Fiona fed him a bit of trail ration.
He sniffed her strange clothes, climbing all over her and growling at her boots, even biting them.
"Hey. No destroying those. I need them until we get back to the Enclave, brat!" Fiona picked him up and swung him around a couple of times.
"Miss!" A Vanquisher protested.
"He loves it." Fiona let him down. Fizzle snuggled her, chittering in happiness and draping over her neck.
"A proper pet has more dignity than that." The little mage said coolly. Her pet was a great black leopard.
"Really?" Fiona looked over. Great black leopard was currently engaged in grooming his balls, leg up in the air like any housecat.
She flicked a glance and snapped something in her Eastern language.
The leopard slowly glanced up and yawned, exposing huge fangs.
The little mage stomped off indignantly. Her pet followed after a moment, tongue lolling in what Fiona felt sure was amusement.
"No, human, you are not pregnant." The Estherian healer was more friendly than most of the snooty magical beings, which wasn't saying much. None of them would even try to learn human names, considering humans an ephemeral bunch of children not worth consideration. It pained them so much to have to owe their very existence to the Imperial Vanquishers and the crazy heroes that had followed.
Fiona heaved a sigh of relief. That would have been a complete disaster. As it was, the Vanquishers had ordered her to take a day of rest before going out. She couldn't disobey a direct order from Commander Vale. She'd spent her day picking out a different set of armor and having a new gem set in her combat wrench, going over her power source for several hours in case the assassins had booby trapped it.
The healer furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh…did the bandits…?"
"Yes." Fiona answered the very indirect question and scowled properly. She stomped off as if upset and found her room in the airy Estherian tower. It had been transformed as any Engineer's room would be, to a workshop with a bed in one corner, but still, it lacked the comfort of the Imperial Engineering guild, properly located deep in a basement where you could clank around all night long and no one would complain. The Estherians didn't allow loud work except during the day.
Why had Ahmed let her go? Fiona sat down to consider that problem while Fizzle promptly curled up in his ferret bed and napped. She didn't have a visible mark on her forehead. She'd looked both in a mirror and with magic. Surely not because he liked her. Assassins were evil beings who cared only for themselves. But he'd come back to free her and said those strange things. Like they were connected.
Someone pounded on the door. "Fiona?"
"Come in!" By the noise, it had to be an Engineer.
Sven's broad face appeared. His hair was pulled back in an untidy blond braid as always, goggles holding it back. "I…I heard where you got hurt, girl."
"No, I'm fine. It's good to see you, Sven!" Fiona patted the bed next to her.
He sat down on her work stool instead, biting his lips. "I…I came as soon as I heard."
"Oh, Sven, it was just a couple of bandits. They didn't really hurt me!" Fiona realized he was nervous, that he assumed she'd be cringing and afraid of men. "The healer says I'm fine. No lasting effects."
He relaxed a tiny bit. "I'm glad to hear that. Can't quite believe you got caught, of all people."
"Do not annoy all the Mirka at once. I assure you it is a bad idea." Fiona said as pompously as her least favorite lecturer had back in school.
"I knew that. Idiot girl. Will you consider going in a pair tomorrow?" Sven asked carefully.
She'd resisted before, not wanting to worry about another person in battle. But damn, there were a lot of Sturmbeorn up there with their annoying Frostbinder mages. "Yeah, that sounds good."
Sven smiled widely. "Now our only problem will be keeping our ferrets from playing!"
His own ferret had apparently been asleep in his pack. She came out chittering.
Fizzle promptly awoke and chittered sleepily.
"Great! See you at dawn?" Sven stood up, disentangling his ferret from Fizzle.
"Ah…okay." Fiona had hoped he'd stay. But no, idiot, she had been 'raped'. She couldn't possibly want sex tonight. Or for weeks. Gah. By the time she dared find a partner, she wouldn't care if it was a damned Mirka!
TBC!