10 Pyro Hilichurl fullsize

Ait next one! The pyro hilichurls that shoot fire arrows and throw pyro slimes at you. This one seems to be rather skilled at smithing :v ...and training :V Transcript: Panel 1- Amber awakes, her eyes still heavy and her body aching. The back of her head throbbing, she winces. Her hearing filters in through her expanding consciousness, a forge, hot metal being pounded into shape. It was uncomfortably warm and the smell of sweat mixed in with the smell of fire, of metal. She finally forces her eyes open, still dazed as she tries to recall what she did before she woke up here. Here vision is blurry but she sees the forge workshop, her vision sharpening as she trails her eyes over the metal objects sat on the shelves. A chill runs down her spine as she sees ever more sinister and devious creations; A whip of spiked chains, meathooks, branding irons, a chastity belt. Breathless as icy dread pits in her stomach, her eyes finally come back to rest on the Hilichurl sitting in front of the forge. Now she remembers. She had been surrounded whilst stalking up on a huge hilichurl camp. She was knocked down, the churls tore at her clothes and dragged her around by the hair. The last thing she remembers was a large Mitachurl swaggering over as the others held her still. He spoke to them, then she felt the dull 'thud', and then nothing. Amber, realising her predicament, screams through her gag. The churls had stuffed her panties in her mouth and tied it in with scraps of her clothes, the rest of which had been burned. The hilichurl looks up from his work and cackles evilly at her. Panel 2- Over the past 2 days, the hilichurl had been training Amber. At first she would do nothing more than struggle until a harsh punishment was administered, but she was starting to learn. She let the hilichurl restrain her, wondering what it was going to do to her today. She let the hilichurl fix the bit gag in her mouth. When she saw the hot branding iron she screamed, she struggled frantically at her chains and tried to avoid the iron but the hilichurl got her. Her flesh seared. She screamed, she wept, she struggled, but it was too late. She was to carry the brand forever now. Over the next few days Amber would be completely broken down and defeated. Panel 3- Amber had lost track of time. Nobody had come to rescue her and it felt like an eternity. Every day the hilichurl would do something new to train her, and each day she would find it easier and easier to obey. Today the Hilichurl fastens her to a small wooden fixture, her body on display. He leaves for a short while and Amber wonders if he'll be busy today and she'll get to rest. She is about to rest her head onto her shoulder when she hears two hilichurls approaching, one much larger than the other. The hilichurl blacksmith enters the building and makes way for his guest, a very large, very familiar Mitachurl. The huge mitachurl proceeds to talk with the blacksmith hilichurl for a few minutes, Amber hears the Mitachurl chuckling as it glances over at her through its mask every now and then. Amber's heart races as the pair approach her again and the Mitachurl removes its loincloth, revealing a huge, twitching, semi-chubbed up cock, far too big for Amber to take. She starts to panic as she realises what the intention here is, and gulps as she sizes up the swelling cock again. The hilichurl counts on his fingers and points at her. A price, she's being sold. Her body is in full panic as her eyes dart back to the mitachurl's freakishly large penis. All she can do is brace herself for what's coming...