Darkness Under Glass - Fic

Since we (briefly) hit the $125 milestone, my fiancé Another0079 has provided us with another fic, this time of full length. I hope it's easy to read here on Patreon--please let me know in the comments. And most of all, enjoy the fic!

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 A solo job was an incredibly risky thing.  You just really didn’t go adventuring without a party.  At the very least you needed the typical fighter-thief-mage trinity.  A cleric if you wanted to be really safe.  Sure, some minor jobs could probably be done on your own, but anything beyond killing the simplest of monsters was something only a maniac would attempt.

Darkness, unaccompanied by Kazuma, Aqua, or Megumin, stood before the job board.  Her discerning eyes wandered over the board, looking for which one best suit her particular… skills.  

So many jobs that she could take.  Which one though?  Would she challenge a tribe of wandering orcs and risk becoming the group’s personal plaything, forced to satisfy three (at least!) orcs at once?  Could there be a job requiring her to venture deep into a dark dungeon, where she’d be accosted by a beast of many tentacles?  Every inch of her body could be assaulted and violated by its slimy appendages, toyed with and pleasured until her mind snapped like the flimsiest of twigs!  

Maybe…

Maybe orcs that also had tentacles!!

The various other hopeful adventurers decided they’d wait a bit before checking out the job board.  Sure, many men would love to go up and chat with the extremely pretty, voluptuous, blonde crusader, but she was breathing heavily.  She practically looked like she was working herself up into a frenzy.  

Unfortunately for said blonde crusader, there didn’t seem to be anything nearly as exciting as orcs with tentacles.  Her excitement dying down, she instead focused on jobs that paid enough for what she needed.  One poster caught her eye.  She started to reach out for it when someone spoke to her.

“No Kazuma today?  Or the others?”  Darkness turned away from the board towards the source of the voice.  There, standing with a hand on her hip and a smile on her face was her friend Chris, baring her midriff and wearing short-shorts as usual.  

Darkness shook her head.  “I’m afraid not.  Kazuma’s fallen ill,” she said sorrowfully.  “Thus it falls to me, a noble crusader, to risk life and dignity to take a job and pay for his medicine!”

“You’re paying for it?  Did he lose all his money again?”

“No, that isn’t it at all.  But how could I call myself a good and noble crusader if I forced an already ill man to worry about his fortunes when he should be resting?” Darkness replied.  “Even if I must go forth on a quest myself, risking all manner of dark and depraved fate at the hands of the lustful fiends of the world, I shall support him!!”

The crowd waiting to inspect the job board took a collective step back.

“How come the others aren’t helping?” Chris asked, unphased by Darkness’ eccentricities.  

“It matters not!” Darkness responded.  Of course, Aqua refused to do any work, and Megumin had wandered off to practice her magic elsewhere.  “I shall carry out my noble duty and complete this job alone.”  She snatched the paper off the board and handed it to Chris.

“Oh, this one,” Chris said, looking over the paper.  “The monster part theft.”  The details were fairly straightforward.  A supply of rare monster parts had been ordered by one of the magic shops in the city had been stolen during transport.  The culprit was expected to be in the city somewhere.  “Actually, I think I might be able to point you in the right direction.”

“Really?” Darkness asked, excitement in her eyes.

“I’ve heard there’s a sketchy potion shop,” Chris explained.  “Makes weird potions for people, the kind that need rare ingredients.  Like rare monster parts.”

“I see,” Darkness nodded, her ponytail bouncing.

“The kind that require hard-to-get monster parts,” Chris clarified with a knowing smile.  

“Aha!” Darkness exclaimed, slamming her fist into her other hand.  “He would make for a likely culprit.  What could a wicked potion maker need the parts for?” she wondered out loud.  “Only by investigating could I find out!  Even if I am captured and forced to suffer being the test subject for his evil concoctions!!”  

She was breathing heavily again. The crowd took another step back.

“You’re probably not gonna be able to just kick the door down though,” Chris advised.  “If it’s the wrong guy, then you just broke the law.”

“Hm, you’re right,” Darkness agreed.  “Chris, what do you think I should do?”

Chris hummed for a moment, and tapped her chin with a finger.  “I think I have just the idea,” she told Darkness.  “Come on, let’s go sit down and talk it over.”  The pair walked off to plan Darkness’ investigation.  The crowd, breathing an intense sigh of relief, finally closed in on the job board like a swarm descending on its prey.  

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It took every ounce of Darkness’ willpower for her to not get lost in idle thoughts as she walked through the dingy streets towards her destination.  A war waged in her head as she chased away thoughts of all the horrible criminals who might attack her, a beautiful and composed young woman, alone in a sketchy part of the city that she had little to no experience traveling in.  

How could they not target a beauty like her?  Darkness had eschewed her usual armor and sword in favor of dressing as a fellow merchant.  A rather professional looking one too, she might add.  She wore a nice black pencil skirt (which she was thrilled to discover hugged her large, curvy rear tightly), and a crisp white blouse (which strained to contain her large bosom, much to her joy).  On top of that was a nice black jacket, and her strong, muscular legs were clad in pantyhose.  She looked every part of the unassuming, vulnerable and easily kidnappable merchant!  

Oh, what a twisted fate that would be if some evil thugs leapt from the alley and-

Darkness shook her head.  There was no time for that!  It was time to get serious!  Luckily too, as she was now standing right in front of the potion shop Chris had pointed her towards.  The store looked rather normal, if a little damaged, but so did every building in this part of town.  The windows of the second floor had curtains pulled over them, and a sign hung in front of the doorway that simply read “Ernst’s Potions.”  The only window that could actually be seen through was the large display window at the front of the store, next to the door.

She stared at the door, and gulped.  Not out of nervousness, though given how out-of-place and vulnerable a pretty young woman like her seemed, that could easily be assumed.  No, this gulp was one of excitement.  The kind that made her subconsciously begin to rub her thighs together.  

Darkness inhaled deeply, holding the breath in, and then letting it slowly out.  She bravely and heroically advanced upon the store, opening the door to the ringing of a bell and walking in.  The walls were lined with all manner of oddly colored concoctions in creatively shaped vials.  Opposite the door was a counter, and beside it was another door, leading to the back rooms.  

“Just a second!” a voice called out from behind the other door.  Darkness quickly began inspecting some of the potions in the display window, and a moment later the door opened.  Out from it stepped a man wearing a leather duster.  He was about five or so years older than Darkness.  Not especially attractive, but far from unattractive either.  

Darkness puffed out her large chest, and tried her best to look the part of a merchant.  “Are you the owner of this establishment?” she asked, speaking in the haughtiest accent she could manage.  

Perhaps it was a bit much, because the man raised an eyebrow.  “Yes.  My name is Ernst, as the sign outside would indicate,” he answered.  “Is there something I can help you with?”

Clearing her throat, Darkness made a dramatic turn towards the displays in the window.  She bent over, as if to closely inspect the vials, unintentionally showing her large, skirt-clad rear off to the potion maker.  “Yes, I believe these potions are what I might be looking for.  Could you tell me what was used to-”  Then, she let out an overly dramatic gasp.  “What could that be!” she cried out, pressing her face against the glass, looking down the street.  “Some sort of strange beast!”

“What?” the man asked, sounding unusually excited.  “What kind of beast?!”

Darkness’s imagination began to run wild.  “Tentacles!” she responded enthusiastically.  “Many large tentacles!  They writhe and probe about the air, seeking sensitive and vulnerable flesh!”

“Was it big?”

“Yes, very big!  It looked so powerful, no woman could hope to escape its wicked grip!”

“Was it all tentacles or did it have a body?”

“Well…” Darkness started, her mind turning over the options.  

“Quickly woman, this is important!”

Spurred on by the man’s wonderfully rude remark, Darkness’s depraved mind decided on a form.  “It had a large, powerful looking body!”

“Did it…”  Ernst paused for the briefest of moments.  “Did it have a dick?”

“Yes!”

“A huge one?”

“YES!!!” Darkness screamed, breathing heavily, her legs growing weak to the point she had to practically hold herself up with her arms, holding onto the display shelves.  “Huge and thick and veiny, the kind that would absolutely shatter the mind of any beautiful and pure crusader that fell into the beast’s clutches!!”

“I’ve gotta get my tools!” the potion maker exclaimed, rushing into the back room.  “There’s got to be adventurers chasing it down!  The fools will probably damage the most valuable parts I can harvest for potions!”  He dashed back out of the room, stopping only at the door to speak to Darkness, who was still ranting to herself about the beast she had dreamed up.  “Wait here!  I’ll be back in a bit, and then we’ll discuss those potions!  Just don’t go into the back room!”  

Then he was out the door, dashing down the street towards a monster that wasn’t real.  Darkness was breathing heavily, her body hot and aroused by the thought of such a monster.  Given his reaction, such a beast was real, and existed in the world somewhere.  If that was true, then…

“No!” Darkness declared.  She had to be focused!  There was a limited amount of time she had to investigate.  Who knew how long the potion maker would chase after her imaginary monster.  And he had told her not to go into the back room!  Surely there would be something suspicious back there.

Her heels clacking against the polished wood floor, Darkness passed through the doorway into the back room.  The first room behind the shop was just another storage room, with more potions to be taken out when they were needed.  But there was another door leading further back.  Surely that would be where any potential contraband would be hidden.  Praying it wasn’t locked, Darkness grabbed the doorknob and turned it.  To her luck, the door opened.  

This was indeed where he kept the ingredients to his potions!  The walls were lined with several odd parts and ingredients, but there were also several shelves lined with finished product.  Likely the more expensive type.  Curiously, the center of the room held a large glass tank on the floor.  But the ingredients were what caught Darkness’ eye—monster parts, the exact kind listed on the job posting. There was even a large metal container with a label warning of a slime monster contained within, which had also been reported stolen. 

Refraining from reaching out to open the container (simply to confirm that it indeed held the monster, of course), Darkness smiled triumphantly.  Without a doubt, this was the criminal!

“All I need to do is report this criminal, and the quest shall be completed!” Darkness declared triumphantly to the empty room.

“Really now?”

The room appeared to not be as empty as she thought.  Whirling around, the potion maker stood there, looking particularly unamused.

“That was very rude, lying to me about such a rare monster to get me out of my shop.  Now I get why,” Ernst told her, glaring rather angrily at her.  

“You are too late!” Darkness proudly boasted.  “I’ve discovered your secret, and nothing will stop you from being brought to justice!”

“Nothing?” he asked skeptically, subtly reaching into his duster’s pocket.  

“Nothing!” she repeated.  “The only way a fiend like you could defeat me is if you somehow subdued me!”  Darkness gulped as her mind began racing away from her again.  “Keeping me here as your slave… testing wicked potions on me during the day, and ravishing me to your blackened heart’s content at night!”

“Huh,” Ernst responded, sounding somewhat off put.  “Alright.  Take this!”  Suddenly  he pulled a small vial filled with a purple liquid and threw it  on the floor between them.  The glass shattered and a purple smoke began to fill the room before dissipating.  

Darkness simply stared at the small cloud of smoke that rose up around them before dissipating.  Nothing seemed to have happened.  Then she realized she couldn’t move.  Then she noticed that she was in fact falling to the floor.  

“What…?” she muttered, lying face down on the hardwood floor.

“A little concoction to numb the muscles of anyone who breathes it in,” Ernst explained as he casually walked towards her.  

“Th-Then how are you unaffected?” Darkness asked in a groan, using all of her power to move just her head so she could look up at him.

“I took the antidote everyday after I developed it,” he explained flatly.  Casually, he removed her jacket, and then grabbed Darkness and rolled her onto her back.  “Hmm… let’s see what you’ve got on under here.”

Casually the potion maker reached out and undid the buttons to Darkness’s blouse.  With each button undone, more of her large breasts, held tightly in a pretty black bra were revealed to him.  His eyes wandered admiringly over her impressive cleavage.

“Monster!” Darkness protested.  “Rude… cruel… obscene and perverted beast!” she gasped as she felt the air on her wonderfully sized chest.  She felt him take her skirt, and pull it down her legs, tossing it aside, revealing her matching black panties.  “Are you satisfied looking upon the beautiful and voluptuous form of your captive?  Are you already thinking of the wicked acts you could perform on this sensual body of mine?!”

Ernst reached out and clamped his hand over her mouth.  “Yes.  I am.  And you’re too loud.  Though I suppose you’ll sound good when you’re gagged.”  He reached into his duster, and pulled out a large, thick cloth, which he began balling up in his hand.  “You have a big mouth,” he said as he removed his hand, and began shoving the cloth inside.  

“Mmmph!!” Darkness cried out, her next rant silenced before it could begin.  She blushed as the cloth was forced in, pressing her tongue down and forcing her to keep her mouth stretched open.  Her tongue struggled uselessly in a futile attempt to force the mass of cloth out.  Then her captor pulled out an equally thick red cloth before turning her back onto her stomach.  He pulled it around her mouth, pressing it against her lips before tying a knot off behind her head.  The cloth was trapped in her mouth, and Darkness was thoroughly gagged.

“You sound much better like this,” Ernst said, reaching to her rear and giving it a sharp spank.

“Hmmph!!” Darkness cried out in excitement and pain from the wonderful stinging sensation.

“Yeah, definitely better like this.”  Standing up, he opened up a nearby crate, and pulled a large selection of rope from it.  

One of the coils was dropped right in Darkness’s view, and the blonde crusader let out a long, happy squeal into her gag.  Could it be?  Would one of the terrible fates she always fantasized - er, dreaded - was actually going to happen?!

Ernst started with her wrists, wrapping rope tightly around them, pulling them tightly together.  Then he moved farther up her arms, taking a coil and winding it around her elbows.  With each pass and pull, her elbows were brought closer and closer together.  “Hhggh…” Darkness moaned in happy discomfort as they were soon forced to touch.  She could feel her wonderfully large breasts being forced to thrust outwards, pressing into the hard floor.  

“Legs next,” he said clinically as he took yet more rope to wrap around her body.

“Gggghhhfff,” Darkness moaned, squirming excitedly as he worked his way up her legs.  First her ankles, then her knees, and then her full thighs had rope tightly wrapped around them.  Her flawless skin swelled up around the red cords as they dug into her body.  

“You’re enjoying this?” Ernst asked curiously.  “You are one freaky mama-jama.”  He double checked the ropes, and then pulled her up onto her knees.  Darkness was by now getting the ability to move back little by little, but it hardly mattered now.  The potion maker wrapped rope around her midsection, and connected it to her elbow bondage, pinning her arms down and forcing her to arch her back slightly.  Then came a quick breast harness.

“Dhhw yhrw whrrsht!!” Darkness moaned into her thick gag.  She couldn’t help but look down, marvelling at the way her chest began to swell up within its rope prison.  Her whole body was heating up as she pulled uselessly at the ropes, and there was absolutely something exciting happening between her legs.  

Ernst placed her back on her stomach, pulling her legs up and then using one more rope to place her into a tight hogtie, her upper body lifted up just enough to show off her amazing rack.  Darkness let out an incredibly excited squeal as she pulled on her legs, unable to get out of the hogtie.  She rocked back and forth slightly, testing the bonds every way she could.  

To her horror (joy) she discovered that they were expertly done.  

“There,” Ernst said, satisfied with a job well-done.  “Now, let’s get you in the tank.”  With surprising strength, he lifted up Darkness by her hogtie and placed her in the tank, which was just big enough to fit her.  “I could have some fun with you.  Test some fun potions on you.  And I think I will.  But maybe I just want to see you worry a little bit.”

Raising his hand, he cast a magic spell, and suddenly a magic circle appeared above the tank.  And from the center, water came pouring out, right into the tank.  Darkness let out a scream as the stream of water landed right on her large rear.  It spilled into the tank, slowly filling it and rising upwards.  

Ernst knelt down, and rested his arms on the edge of the tank.  “Maybe I’ll stop it.  Or maybe I’ll drown you.”

“Dhhw yhr whhrsssssht,” Darkness moaned again, looking not the least bit frightened.  Indeed, she felt nothing but excitement.  Even before the water started pouring down, her panties were quite thoroughly wet with arousal.  This was something that never happened when she adventured with Kazuma.  Sure, it wasn’t quite like being ravished by a tentacled monstrosity, but she was thoroughly bound and gagged, and in genuine water peril.  

“You know what that jar is, over there?” Ernst asked, pointing at a jar Darkness could quite literally not look at.  A truly devious smile appeared on his face, one that reminded her a little bit of Kazuma.  “It’s an extra strength aphrodisiac.  And if you don’t drown in there, I’m going to test it on you.”  He leaned in closer to her.  “All.  Night.  Long.”

Darkness’s breathing became much more frantic.  The burning ache between her legs grew even greater.  She could feel her nipples becoming rock hard and erect.  “Yhww… cwhn’t… NHHHHHH!!!” she screamed.  

But her protests certainly didn’t sound like she entirely meant it.

Amidst all of the many, wild fantasies (some of which would come true later that day), a single coherent thought ran through Darkness’s head.  I MUST GO ON MORE SOLO JOBS!!!