Chapter 1 - Triss in Trouble

 I’m done wasting my time, thought Triss. 

 For years now she kept giving Geralt chances in the hopes that he would come to his senses sooner or later. Time and time again, she offered the benefit of the doubt and tried talking him through his issues only to see him return to that damned Yennefer. 

 To hell with them both. With all these ingrates.

 Triss had decided that she would go find someplace where her skills were appreciated. As it happened, there were rumors going around about witch hunters roaming the roads and looking for sorceresses. In fact, Geralt himself had come to her with the information, warning Triss not to make any unnecessary journeys. Well, if he’s so concerned, I’m sure he’ll come get me. So let’s see how much he cares…

 Her first day on the road proved uneventful. A friendly family offered her rest in their village. Then Triss carried on, she always looked back over her shoulder as she rode with the annoying hope that Geralt might be coming after her. Aren’t you worried? Or did Yennefer make you forget me entirely? The thought of it knotted her stomach.

 A warm breeze played with her ginger hair as she made her way south and passed through a forest. Triss was so lost in her thoughts that she paid little attention to her environment until she spotted some movement in the trees to her right. 

“Who’s there?” Her voice rang through the pillared gloom, but there was no answer. 

 The horse neighed. Triss raised her hand in preparation to cast a spell. “Come out now, before you force my wrath upon you.”

 Something hit her from behind with so much force that she toppled to the ground. Her horse ran off while a shadow loomed across her. Triss could barely focus her sights as the unknown figure slipped a collar around her neck and locked it into place. 

 Its chill made her shiver, and the sudden feeling of helplessness told her what it was: dimeritium. My magic…

“Don’t talk,” said a calm voice. As her gaze settled on the figure towering over her, Triss could see the deep scars in the man’s face. He wore chainmail armor and a dark cape, a tangle of grey hair falling down his shoulders. His mustache was thick, with the ends drooping down past his mouth from the weight of golden rings.

“Do you know who I am?” 

“‘Course I do,” said the witch-hunter. “Do you know how much you’re worth?”

 Triss raised her brows in challenge. “To whom?”

 At that the mustached man only smiled, then produced a gag from his pouch and forced it into her mouth. Her wrists and ankles were tied. He slipped a sack over her head, a cape around her shoulders, then carried her through the trees and deposited her in the back of his wagon. 

 Triss couldn’t say for how long they traveled, but the road was bumpy. Oddly enough, her savage captor had enough senses to put her on some pillows that buttressed the impact of the road and lulled her to sleep instead.

 When she next woke she could hear the din of the city and felt as the dirt road changed to cobblestones below them. Then the sounds of the city fell out of earshot and the wagon stopped. 

 She was lifted out once again and carried away. “The master waits in the basement. Go on,” a growling voice said. 

 They went down a set of stairs, at which point Triss felt the witch hunter pat her on the butt. “You be a good girl now, little witch, you hear? Make a good impression for me.”

 Triss wondered how much older she was than this brat that thought he could talk to her this way. I should’ve burned him to a crisp right then.

 She was dropped down and the sack was pulled off her face.

 They were in some type of basement. Before her, Triss could see an immensely obese man seated in an oversized throne, his fat and beringed fingers resting on the armrests sculpted as the heads of bulls. Next to him stood a young girl that could have been his young daughter but was likely his servant, wearing a see-through dress and holding out a bowl of grapes out of which he occasionally plucked one and crunched it in his mouth. 

“My lord,” said the witch hunter. 

“Triss Merigold,” said the obese man, helping himself to another grape. “When you agreed to bring me a sorceress, I was not expecting this.”

“Fortune favors the bold, lord. Though because of who she is, you understand if our initial agreement will have to be renegotiated.”

“Of course. Money is not an issue.”

 Triss remained kneeling as the two men finished their discussion. Eventually the fat lord took the witch hunter above and then returned back all by himself.

“Triss Merigold,” he said, raising her chin with a finger. “What a fine and sensitive beauty. When I laid eyes on you in person so many years ago, I never would’ve imagined we’d meet under such circumstances.”

 He pulled the gag out of her mouth to let her speak. “You should let me go,” Triss suggested.

“Or what? No one knows where you are. No one will find you. I’ve already asked my master at arms to make a mold of your key but destroy the key itself, so your collar won’t open if you decide to be unruly.” 

 Triss smiled. “I’ll grant that you aren’t a complete idiot.”

 The fat lord crouched in front of her. “You can call me Boros. And, my sweet sorceress, I suggest you reconsider your behavior. You aren’t the first unholy woman that’s ended up in my hands. I don’t wish to break you, but I will if it’s necessary. Is it necessary, Ms. Merigold?” The back of his hand stroked her cheek. 

 Triss pulled away from his hand and pursed her lips. “What do you want?”

“Let’s say you agree to serve me for the time I have left. I’m a sick man, Ms. Merigold. Who knows how long I have left, a year? Two? Five? In any case, nothing to a sorceress such as yourself.”

“You expect me to be a slave for years?” she snapped.

“There are worse ways to spend those years.” There was a smile on his face still, but the tone was chilling. “Believe me. Plus, you need not be a slave if you behave yourself. Who knows...” 

 Triss didn’t want to take the offer seriously. But something about the look in his eyes told her that this demented lord was entirely serious. If I want to get out of here, it’s best to please him - for now.

“And you expect me to wear a collar for every moment of the day and still be in a good mood?”

“I’ll tell you what. Prove your loyalty and the collar can go. How does that sound?”

 Prove her loyalty? Triss gulped, thinking about that would mean. As her eyes went over the disgusting pig in front of her, she thought how different he looked from Geralt. A peasant would have the audacity to call her a witch and Geralt a mutant while they treated this mound of flesh in front of her as a great lord. 

“What would I have to do?”

 Boros put his hands together thoughtfully. “Now that, Ms. Merigold, is the right question. What indeed?” 

 He rose and snapped his fingers. “Girl, make yourself useful and undress Ms. Merigold.” 

 The servant from before helped Triss get up to her feet and then moved her nimble hands across as her curvy body, undoing all the buttons and knots that held her outfit together. “You may remove her bonds as well.” 

 As the girl cut away the ropes holding her wrists and ankles together, Triss wondered if this was some kind of provocation. The lord stared at her with a twinkle in his eyes. This sick bastard wants me to attack him like this, she thought. No doubt he knows he can overpower me and he would like the thrill of beating me down and having a reason to punish me. Well, you won’t get that. 

 Triss wished that Geralt would appear and take her away from all of this. It surprised her that he hadn’t come galloping after her in the first place. But maybe she was right. Maybe Geralt really was too enamored with Yennefer to care. 

 And if he wasn’t - if he showed up here while this pig before her indulged in her body, then whose fault would that be? He knew the dangers on the road. He stated them himself. So why didn’t he come after me? 

 As the clothing fell away, Triss was left wearing nothing but the collar and the makeup on her face. The slave girl moved aside and lowered her head submissively while Boros stepped up towards the busty redhead. 

“I’ve always wondered, do all sorceresses have such lustful bodies?” He traced two fingers along her wide hip and then up the silky skin of her belly until he reached the underside of her perfectly round and heavy breasts, lifting them up lovingly. 

“Isn’t that why you asked the witch hunter to bring one to you?”

 His brows arched. “Sorceresses live longer than other women. That gives them time to learn much without losing their youthful appearance. That was my reasoning.”

“How intelligent,” drawled Triss. 

 He raised his hand as he prepared to slap her, but he slid his hand into her mouth instead, pinching her tongue between his fingers. “That’s no way to talk to your master, Ms. Merigold.” 

 Triss closed her eyes and kept her mouth shut as the old hands moved appreciatively all over her body. He explored everything with his fingertips, from her round butt all the way up to her toned back and then down to her calves. He sure does like me, doesn’t he?

 Triss exhaled slowly as his lips pressed against her stomach and then made their way up to her breasts. He lapped at them as if he were tasting something, then sucked her nipples into his mouth greedily. 

 Her face contorted in disgust as Boros had his way with her breasts. Triss gritted her teeth and accepted it, knowing it was the only way she would get her way out of here. Truth be told, she had been in similar situations before and always did what needed to be done to come out of it alive and well. Punishment for the bad guy could come after that. But she wasn’t going to take any risks with her wellbeing. 

 Boros smacked her ass loudly as he sucked on her nipples. His drool dripped from her breasts and splashed against the floor while rivulets ran all the way down to her pussy.

“Well, Ms. Merigold,” he said with a satisfied sniff. “I think it’s time you prove just how loyal you’re going to be to me.” 

 As his hands fell away from her breasts, Triss opened her eyes. Boros went back to his immense throne and parted the robe he wore before he sat down. His gut wobbled as he breathed and the hairy mantits that rested against it filled her with a revulsion that made her want to puke. But coming up from between his fat thighs was by far the largest cock she laid eyes on.

 A gleaming string of precum already dangled from the throbbing head, while the branching veins around the shaft were enraged and pumping enough blood to stiffen it up like a steel weapon.

“What are you waiting for, Ms. Merigold? Is there something wrong?”

 Triss was certain she had never seen a cock so big and was wondering if perhaps this lord lied to her from the start. Is he even human? Its girth was so great that she was doubtful it could enter her pussy, let alone her mouth or anywhere else… Though its length was undermined by the size of his body and the thickness of his shaft, Triss was certain it had to be at least twice as long as Geralt’s…

 Boros shifted further in his seat and opened his legs up to further brandish his tool. “Come,” he said with a slap against his thigh, this time commanding it like a master. 

 Triss glanced for a second at the servant to her left, wondering if the poor thing had ever been forced to submit to this monster in a similar way. If so, how did she survive? 

 The sorceress made her way forwards and knelt before the throne, trying to imagine that it was a different man she was pleasing, though the look of his dick and its smell in particular were so overwhelming that she struggled to think of anything else at all.

 Boros pulled back the foreskin of his huge cock, revealing the thick layer of smegma underneath. The smelly, somewhat yellowy accretion looked just like cheese to Triss and the moment its scent reached her nostrils she coughed lightly.

“Mr. Merigold, I’m becoming tired of asking nicely. Must I call my men to start boiling the water?”

“No! I’ll do it.” 

 Triss placed her full lips against it gingerly at first, avoiding its rancid smell. Boros’ huge hands closed around her head and held her in place. “Lick the head up,” he said with a twisted giggle. “Clean it all up.” 

 Triss shivered as her tongue went over the smegma-coated heat. She could feel bits of his dickcheese breaking up and glueing themselves to her wet tongue. She grimaced and swallowed them down, using her tongue to scrape off as much and as quickly as possible. The layers beneath the cockhead were so hardened and gritty that she knew they must’ve been there for a long time. He’s saved himself for me, she thought with ironic disgust. How lucky I am. 

 Triss could already picture what she would do with this hog after the collar went away. He spoke of boiling water? Oh, she would roast him until he sque-

 The violent slap hit the side of her head and took her out of her thoughts. Her beautiful green eyes opened vulnerably as she looked up towards the fat lord. His fingers gripped her red hair and shook her head powerfully. “You’re too distracted, Ms. Merigold. Clean my cock. That’s all that matters now.” 

 Obeying like a good girl, she tried not to think of anything as she spit over his dick and used her tongue to clean away every bit of smegma. She was relieved and satisfied when all that was left was the pulsating head, though she knew that it had all gone down her throat and into her stomach. 

“Now open your mouth,” said Boros, thrusting past her lips before she got a chance to react to his order. 

 Triss stretched her mouth open as wide as it would go and was surprised to see the head fit inside at all. With Geralt she could all the way down her throat and relish his intense reactions, but this gnarled monstrosity pushed her jaw to the limit. 

 As the head throbbed inside her mouth, she bathed it in her hot drool and used her tongue to massage its surface. Before, a dollop of cum would ooze out every couple of moments; but now Triss could taste and feel the heat of his seed as it hit the back of her tongue and then passed down her throat. 

 Boros groaned in deep pleasure, his face dripping with sweat. At least he’s enjoying it, thought Triss. Enjoy it while you can, fat man. You won’t be alive much longer.  

 Triss fantasized about Geralt storming down into the basement where she was held and decapitating the freak with a single stroke of his sword. 

 As he got ready to come, Boros pushed her down onto his cock and held her as far as she could throat it. Triss gagged and tears welled in her eyes, but she waited for him to finish. After a few powerful shockwaves went through his cock, the fat lord groaned and his thick seed poured into her, filling up her tummy. 

 Its heat was so overwhelming that Triss felt like she was melting from within, but he let her go just as she was about to pass out on his cock and let her take a breather. 

 Stroking his armrests with satisfaction, Boros giggled. “That pleases me, Ms. Merigold. I think I’ll have a few more trials for you until I’m ready to remove that collar. Until then, I’ll let you have a rest. We can continue at a later time.” 

 Triss watched from her knees as he stood back up and tied the robe around his massive body. As his heavy footfalls rang from the groaning stairs, she remained in place, thinking about what she had done and the way she was humiliated. As her trembling fingers caressed her stomach, she thought about the smegma and seed that must have been floating inside of her. 

 The young servant gave her her clothes back. “Here you go, miss…” 

 Triss searched for her scared eyes. “Have you been here long?”

“I was born here, miss. To my mother. She was a servant here too.”

 Triss nodded. She did not need to hear more than that to make some disgusting assumptions. The servant led her out of the basement and Triss followed her up to what was to be her new chamber. 

 Sumptuous red carpets ran the length of the hallways while gorgeous paintings in golden frames covered the spotless dark panelling of the walls. This Boros must have been very wealthy indeed. Triss attempted to glance out the small windows on occasion but she could only see the gardens, and the girl offered no further information. 

 She was led instead to a chamber with a bed so massive in one corner that she knew it had to be the lord’s personal quarters. Next to it was a library full of books, and on the other side, a fireplace with a cat lazily sleeping in front of it and a wooden bathtub inlaid with gold, ivory, large enough that it could fit its monstrous owner. 

“I’ll fetch the water,” said the servant. 

 Triss explored the room and found tomes that she hadn’t dreamed of seeing ever again. These were no ordinary gilded books of poetry or prayers that filled the libraries of vapid lords and ladies, but tedious historical annals, manuals on commerce, and a few books on magical practice that went far beyond the interests of most. 

 There was no way she could ignore the hideous look of Boros, but pulling out those heavy tomes full of riches gave her the slightest appreciation for his mind. After all, it was quite the man that would’ve gone out of his way to purchase a sorceress to fuck given the risks.

 Countless servants of “breeding age,” as drunkards in Novigrad and Vizima might call them, went in and out of the doors of the chamber with steaming buckets, pouring water into the massive tub until it filled to the brim.

 At the end, they even brought some scented flowers and threw them on top and brought a tray of desserts for triss. Then wine. The sorceress hesitated while they were there, afraid to look too comfortable given her station; but once they left she ate her fill and drank up the rich vintage. At length she entered the still hot tub and let her worries wash away as she bathed.

 By the time Boros came, Triss had almost forgotten about her predicament.

“Enjoying yourself, Ms. Merigold?” 

 Splashing in the tub, Triss sat up and covered her breasts with her hands. “Do I have a choice?”

 He chuckled. “I suppose not.”

“You know, my lover is a witcher.”

“Geralt of Rivia, is that not so?”

 Triss narrowed her eyes. “You know of him?”

 Boros came to the tub and rested his meaty hands on its edge. “A wise man keeps to the shadows and sees many things.”

“Aren’t you afraid, then?”

“Of a witcher?” He laughed with such grim satisfaction that Triss could feel certain he must have come across a witcher before, and likely come out victorious in some way. “Witchers are the bane of monsters, Ms. Merigold. Despite my rough appearance, I assure you, I am no monster.”

 Her eyes took in his fat face. “You’re sure?”

 Boros lost his smile and grabbed her by the chin, gently stroking her lower lip with his thumb. “You’re lucky, Ms. Merigold. You’re so beautiful that I can’t get myself to lay a finger on you. But now I’d like us to spend some time together.” 

 He picked her wet body out of the tub and laid her on the bed. Triss watched as he undid his robe and this time let it fall away as he clambered next to her with his immense body rocking the bed. 

 I have to fuck this monster? 

At first he came and kissed her thighs and gave a few licks to her pussy that made her tingle all over. Though he was disgusting, his tongue was surprisingly experienced, and her nipples hardened quickly in the chilly air of the bedchamber after the hot bath. Then, as before, he kissed until he reached her breasts and kneaded them violently as he sucked her nipples in. 

 Triss instinctively reached down to touch herself. She hesitated at the last moment, afraid she would embarrass herself, but he was perceptive enough to notice. “Go on, Ms. Merigold. No one’s watching. Would it help if I ordered you to do it? Well, then, consider it an order.” 

 Well… How could she say no to a direct order?

 Triss rubbed her clit and fingered herself gingerly as he sucked on her nipples. It felt good in spite of the circumstances and a little moan escaped her full, wet lips. At least she was wet enough to receive him now... 

 Boros rose to his knees and Triss watched him intently, aware that this was the moment when he would finally slam that immense cock inside of her. 

 Yet to her surprise, he straddled her and moved forwards until his cock rested over her face. Does he want me to suck him again? 

 The unfortunate answer came when he sat on her face. The crushing weight pinned her down, and though Triss slapped at his body, unable to take in enough air into her lungs,, Boros just laughed. 

“Eat my ass, Ms. Merigold. It’s an important part of what your duties are going to be. If you want to prove yourself to me, you better do a good job.” 

 With his old asscrack already pressed against her face, each time she snuck a breath it came with his nightmarish stench. He wants me to do what?...

 No man had ever asked her to do such a dirty act; but it didn’t seem like Boros was going to change his mind. Slowly, as the tip of her nose grinded against his hairy asscrack, she rolled out her tongue and tried to lick it. 

 Its taste and texture made her shiver in disgust though Boros remained exactly where was, looking down with a piercing gaze as his ballsack rubbed across her forehead. “Go on, Ms. Merigold.” 

 The faster I get it over with, the better, Triss reasoned. So she licked at his asscrack properly, grimacing each time one of his hairs got stuck on her tongue. Boros groaned in pleasure and shifted until her tongue was right along his asshole, rising just enough every few seconds to let her take a gasping breath so she could continue. 

 This is the worst thing I’ve ever done… But as crippling as the consideration was, Triss still ate his asshole, cleaning it up and inserting her tongue all the way inside. On top of her the fat lord jerked off and moved back and forth, trying to grind his ass against her tongue. 

 Triss was still touching herself and the movement of her hand was so good that she was close to coming. I can’t believe I’m doing this... 

 As her tongue darted inside his ass and massaged the filthy rim, Boros shook all over and came. He moved back so he could come all over her face and unleashed rope after rope of come over her until Triss could no longer see from the glazed mess covering her eyes.

 She came quietly as well, leaving two fingers inside as the orgasm swept through her body. Her back arched and her legs trembled, but she bit her lip and kept quiet throughout. This was embarrassing enough without him knowing she enjoyed it in whatever small way.

“Ms. Merigold… You’ve done well. Very, very well.” Boros dropped next to her with a sigh. “I dare say you’ve tired me out. But you deserve some rest too. Tomorrow we will finish this introduction of ours.” 

 Triss was indeed tired enough that she fell asleep and dreamed of nothing, waking up the next day with the taste of his ass in her mouth and crusty seed all over her skin

 Boros was stroking her breast absentmindedly. The female servants were once more filling the bathtub. “Slept well, Ms. Merigold?” 

 Triss let out a shuddering breath. “Well enough.” 

 Once the servants finished with the water, Boros took Triss by the hand and led her to the tub. He helped her get over the rim and settle down, then clambered in as well, the water going up and overflowing as he came close to Triss. 

 He kissed her neck as she could feel his hands opening up her thighs. “Are you enjoying yourself here, Ms. Merigold?” 

 The night before had left Triss feeling defeated. She had come while he forced her to eat his ass out. How could I have done that? 

 Now he brought his dick against her pussy and rubbed against it. Triss averted her gaze and denied him the satisfaction of her reaction. But the moment the cock entered her pussy her knees went weak. A gasp left her mouth. Like an unstoppable force, the massive cock threatened to tear her from the inside out. 

 But as Boros fucked her slowly in the hot waters, Triss relaxed and accepted that this rape was her fate. It was a surreal feeling to know a great sorceress like her was being fucked by this fat old man. She resented that he was so big and felt so good... since every thrust from him sent tingles that made her eyes flutter weakly.

“It’s good, isn’t it, Ms. Merigold?”

“No…”

“I think it is. What do you say, will you become my wife? You could start a new life here. Look at all the resources I have.”

 Triss shook her head but it was becoming difficult to speak. “You’re crazy…” Geralt was going to come back and rescue her any moment now. 

 Boros ravaged her neck with his rough kisses as he lifted her body and then impaled her over his throbbing shaft. The gnarled dick moving against her sensitive insides made Triss’ eyes roll back and her arms instinctively wrapped around his massive body for protection. “So… big…” she whispered.

“I want you to be my bride, Ms. Merigold. Any other sorceress would’ve made a good slave. But you’re so beautiful. So sweet. So submissive.” He thrust into her with so much force as he said the last word that Triss could feel the shockwave going up her spine.

 Extreme pleasure followed the pain as his big cock hit every little spot inside of her stretched out pussy. Am I doing this? Am I going to allow him to do this? 

 Boros did not intend to give her an answer as he grabbed her by the waist and pistoned in and out of her like a beast. He was surprisingly physically able despite his size - and in those strong hands, especially without her powers, Triss felt like nothing more than a toy.

 She could hear the water shifting around the tub and splashing on the floor as the lord claimed her slutty body, taking her pussy with such mastery that Triss could no longer suppress her emotions and just moaned out in pleasure. Soon, the sounds of the water were replaced by her aroused screams as Boros pounded her savagely.

“Will you be my wife, Ms. Merigold? I would very much like that.”

 How does he feel so good? How is he so fucking big? Triss could think of nothing but how good his cock felt inside of her. Even though his body was deformed and filthy, this was a better fuck than she had ever experienced before. Why should she deny herself this just because he was ugly? 

 After another strong thrust that made her tilt her head back and howl, Triss put arms around his head and nodded weakly. “I’ll b-b-be your wife,” she stammered helplessly. “But you must take away my c-collar. Set me free.” 

“Of course. I don’t need a collar, Ms. Merigold. I have my cock instead.” 

 He proved that to her with a few debilitating final thrusts that knocked the wind out of her. Triss held onto him, feeling such a build-up of pleasure that it was impossible for her to control anything happening inside of her. It intensified with each thrust, rising higher and higher, until at last she let go of herself and screamed, coming in his arms, accepting that her pussy was now the property of his mighty cock. 

 Boros laughed in her ear, then she could feel his load as it hit and spread inside of her, rope after rope of thick cum pouring into her womb. “Fuck…” whispered Triss, unable to let go of him. “Fuck…” 

 Boros pulled out and climbed out, then took her shivering body and wrapped her up like a cocoon in the warm bed covers. “Take some time to rest, my love. I have business to tend to.”

 He gave her a kiss on the forehead, then dressed up quickly and took off. 
 Lying there on his bed, Triss could feel his seed dripping out of her pussy. Her eyes went to the giant painting of him hanging over the fireplace. What have I done? she wondered. The cat she had seen before climbed down from the library, and came to her, meowing for attention.