Deja Vu For a Drow

Chapter 5

Lia stared at the Priestess in her silver and blue robes. The way the Drow was smiling was not reassuring in the least.

“Nothing to say?” Valriya asked, one delicate eyebrow raised.

“You killed...” Lia said, jerking her head at the carnage.

“Astonishing how observant you are. Unlike you however, I fail to see the problem in it. Your rather strange morality is something that amuses me. And although I wouldn’t have minded seeing that stupid witch Haelra have some fun, I need you to do something for me.”

“Oh?” Lia asked. She looked at where Haelra and Zarra lay, still both alive.

Valriya followed her gaze. “Ah yes, where are my manners?” she asked. “Greetings, my Lady,” she said to Haelra.

“I’ll get you for this,” Haelra said, trying to stem her bleeding.

“No, I really don’t think you will,” Valriya said conversationally. She lifted her staff, and from the butt of it a thin, sharp blade emerged. Standing over her captive, she speared it down into Haelra’s heart, straight through cloth and skin, and into her heart. It was accurate in the extreme, having neatly avoided the ribs, and Haelra died almost instantly.

Lia just stared in amazement at the whole scene. She could see Garsh out the corner of her eye behind her, and knew that the same fate might befall her if she displeased the Priestess.

Meanwhile Zarra, who had been securely bound, looked up at her captor defiantly.

“And you?” Valriya asked rhetorically. She pulled her staff from the corpse and rested the bloody blade on the stone floor mere inches from Zarra’s face.

“Go ahead. You are no true follower of the Goddess,” Zarra stated.

“As the High Priestess I think it is for me to make that decision. However, now that you mention it, yes, the Goddess demands strict punishment for apostates, heretics and false preachers.” She looked at her guards. “Take her to the special dungeon and ensure that she is...comfortable.”

Zarra, still struggling and cursing, was dragged away.

When Valriya returned to Lia she had cleaned her murder weapon and the blade was safely concealed in the staff once more.

“And now for you. As I said, you are going to do something for me. Something which fortunately for you involves you keeping all your body parts.”

“And what is this that you want from me?” Lia asked. Her body was really not enjoying her current position, and her legs and arms were burning with the strain. It could be far worse though, she knew.

“With Haelra out of the way and her puppet dealt with, my daughter is the leading contender to become Queen. However, you are going to vote for me, because it will still be close.”

“How do you know I will accept?” Lia asked.

Valriya ran a hand down Lia’s body, from her neck to her pussy. “Well, there’s the thing. You see, I know you are a traitor.”

“What? That’s absurd,” Lia said flatly. She thought it had to be a trick.

“Isn’t it? But true nonetheless. See, your behaviour interested me, so I contacted through a special way, my Priestess in the hold of your supposed patron. She tells me that no message was ever received, and that no ‘Liavondra’ was sent. So, you are an impostor.”

Lia had nothing to say, just stared at the priestess. She wondered why the Drow was smiling still in as friendly a way as was possible for her kind to do.

“So yes, I know that you will do this for me unless you want me to drag you off for a very painful public sacrifice to the Goddess. A sacrifice that takes...oh...half a day at least. However, in case you are thinking of trying to be stupidly brave, I also have them.” She pointed at where Aelina and Ailis were securely restrained to the wall.

“They’re just slaves. I don’t care about them,” Lia said flippantly. She got hurt looks from the two High Elves, and even worse, she knew it wouldn’t work.

“Nice try, but I know that you do care. Watch. Garsh...go cut the ears off the smaller one,” Valriya ordered, eyes fixed on Lia.

The Drow male drew a long knife and advanced. Both slaves struggled desperately as he got closer.

“Stop!” Lia said.

The Priestess held up her hand, and Garsh stopped. “Your problem is that you lack ruthlessness. If we were in exchanged positions I know that you could neither carry out the threat, and nor would I care even if you did. They are nothing to me – I could go to the markets and get a dozen more. You though...you care what happens to them. And that is what makes you puzzling. You look like one of us, you sound like one of us, but you are not.”

“I’m not a sadistic psychopath, you mean?” Lia asked snidely. It probably was not a wise question to ask, but she wasn’t just going to give up.

“Perhaps you’re not. Label us what you wish, it is just words.” Valriya turned away.

“How are you going to explain all these deaths? They’ll realise you killed her soon!” Lia called.

Valriya smirked slightly. “You have spent too long on the surface, or wherever you go, traitor. We are Drow – if you are defeated it is because you are not strong enough to survive, and haven’t the support of others. Basically, Haelra deserved what she got because she did not survive. It’s sad really to think that we’re related.”

Lia frowned. The way she had said it made it sound more than mere racial ancestry. “Related?”

“Yes, I know who you are. Everyone in my family does...your family. Princess Liavondra. The traitor. The disgrace. You rescued that High Elf slut, and I bet you even made love to her rather than force her to please you!”

Lia forgot the pain in her limbs for a second and stared. “You?”

“Me. I am not sure how you have survived unchanged through the centuries, though you are clearly vulnerable to injury. But I am descended from your sister Liyandra, and your story has been passed down to each generation as a warning.”

“You don’t think that actually showing a scrap of compassion might be a good thing?”

Valriya raised an eyebrow. “Which one of us is naked and chained up and going to submit to the other? Compassion, mercy, it is all weakness, and only the strong survive. Garsh, take her to the dungeon and make sure she is secure. The two slaves too. No escapes or I’ll take your tongue and eyes as punishment.”

With that she walked away with her daughter and guards.

Lia turned her head to Garsh who was behind her once more. “You don’t have to obey her. We can work out a deal.”

“You have only one thing I want, and my Lady will assuredly let me have it soon.” His hand drifted between her legs, despite her struggles.

“Don’t even think about it!” Lia said coldly.

Garsh pressed his body up against her naked back, so the armour pressed into her bare skin. “Oh, I am thinking about it,” he whispered.

Before Lia could reply she felt a prick, and the world went dark as the knockout poison took effect.

When Lia muzzily opened her eyes, she knew at once that she was chained on a cold stone floor. A tightness around her neck indicated that she had been fitted with a collar as well. A brief experiment showed that this was led to a ring on the wall. Lia was in a low, dark stone room with no external light at all, only a pair of lanterns on the wall.

Struggling, she managed to sit up against the wall, though her bondage was uncomfortable it was bearable and completely inescapable.

“You’re awake, Mistress,” Aelina said. She was on one side, a few meters away, while Ailis was on the other. A fourth figure was in the cell, but slumped in the corner.

“It’s Zarra,” Ailis said slowly. “They brought her in a while back. It’s...not nice.”

Lia winced. Drow were vindictive in the extreme, and quite willing to torture anyone in their power. It didn’t bode well for Lia once her usefulness was at an end.

“Mistress, are you alright?” Aelina asked.

“Look, I’m not your Mistress anymore, got it? I’m chained up here same as you! The same way as you too...oh the irony. Look, do either of you have any special way of unlocking chains? Any concealed keys or lockpicks I should know about?”

“No, we have nothing, or else we’d used them,” Ailis said pointedly. “We don’t enjoy being enslaved you know!”

“And I was working to free you, you know!” Lia shot back testily. “I just failed. Well, it happens. Is there any food?”

“They put it out of reach until we beg,” Aelina said sadly. “They gave it to us though, and it was fine.”

“Well I’m not begging,” Lia said firmly. She pulled at her chains, twisting and jerking at her bonds before giving up a moment later. “So in short you have no ideas about how to escape?” she asked them.

“No. They only ever undo one prisoner at a time, and they have three armed guards force you into the new position,” Aelina said.

“I tried to struggle once and they hit me until I wanted to be sick, then did it anyway,” Ailis added.

“So basically, we’re screwed,” Lia said and leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Her breasts still hurt from the whipping, her arms and legs were still sore from her long suspension, and the collar was tight around her throat.

Lia didn’t know how long it was, or how long she had dozed off before she was jerked awake by the opening of the room’s door. As this was only a cellar with restraint rings fitted to the walls, it lacked some of the aura of a specially constructed dungeon. However, despite this, the door creaked on its hinges as it was pushed open by Garsh and two guards.

He towered over Lia, his broad chest bare once again as his dark eyes looked down on her. “My Lady has asked for you. I’d advise you not to resist or she’ll find out about it.”

While Aelina and Ailis backed away from the Drow, Lia was grabbed roughly and hauled upright and held against the wall until she was unlocked from the wall. Lia tried to kick or grab at her captors, but stopped after her head was rammed into the wall by Garsh.

Dizzy and unable to resist, Lia was dragged from the cellar. As she passed Zarra she saw that the Drow how been whipped mercilessly across the back, and that the soles of her feet were blistered.

“She did not last long before she started begging,” Garsh commented callously. “My Lady let me have my own fun with her. What fun it was to see her alternately cursing and begging me while I took her from behind.”

Lia turned away in disgust.

Inside the very room where Lia had met Valriya the first time, she saw the Priestess and her daughter were waiting. Daeyr had a smaller chair by her mother’s side, and both were wearing only light robes. Lia knew instinctively what was going to happen, and tried to pull away, but her guards dragged her on before dumping her at Valriya’s feet.

“Ah, ‘Lady’ Liavondra. I’m hoping your new accommodation is up to standard?” Valriya asked mockingly.

“The bed’s a little hard, and I can’t say I approve of the room service,” Lia fired back, again getting a little out of sync with this world’s terminology.

“Ah yes, service. It is interesting you should mention that.” Valriya uncrossed her legs, and Lia could see she was wearing nothing underneath. “Secure her to my chair,” she ordered.

Garsh hurried forward, and with the other two holding Lia, he attached her leash to a ring on the throne. “Open-mouth gag for her, Priestess?” he asked. He held up a wicked device for forcing the captive’s mouth open, but leaving their tongue free.

Valriya looked down at Lia and smiled. “No, because she’s not going to try and bite me. Not only because I will have her slave friends turned into mince very slowly, but because I will personally fill her sordid hole with molten lead. Drop by drop until you wish you were dead...and trust me, it takes a long time to die from it.”

Lia looked up and saw no pity in that beautiful, cruel face. She knew that Valriya would not hesitate to do either thing, and would feel not a flicker of moral angst about it. Worse still, she would believe it justified as well.

Valriya spread her legs, and moved forward in her chair. Her triumphant look was full of contempt and arrogance.

Defeated, angry and unfortunately a little aroused, Lia submitted. Shuffling forward she reached out her tongue and licked Valriya’s pussy, just once.

Suddenly, Valriya gripped her by the hair and forced her face between her legs, and held Lia there. “Get in there, slut!”

Lia choked as she was smothered by the Drow’s nether regions, but managed to force a breath as she licked and sucked her captor. She’d never actually made love to another Drow before, and only once had a Drow make love to her. The taste and sensation was not radically different to that of other elves, but it was distinct as she was forced in. Soon Valriya was grinding herself up and down Lia’s face as the Priestess trembled and shook as orgasm approached.

With a final shuddering sigh, Valriya pushed Lia away and caressed herself for a moment in seeming ecstasy. Finally, she looked down at Lia and raised an eyebrow. “Impressive skills. Did you get them whoring yourself out to lesser races?”

They’re only lesser to you,” Lia replied acidly.

“That’s a yes then.” Valriya fastidiously cleaned herself off with a silk handkerchief and covered herself with her robe. “Now my daughter, and don’t try anything defiant with her.”

Lia’s leash was long enough so that she could reach Daeyr’s body without having the lock moved. It was a put of a pull, but Daeyr moved herself into position, and like her mother, she forced Lia’s head between her legs and held her there. With no escape or choice, Lia licked and sucked, all the while struggling to breathe in her predicament.

Only when Daeyr had let out a sigh and relaxed was Lia’s head released, and she fell back to the stone floor.

“I like this one, mother, may I keep her after I am queen?” Daeyr asked.

“Oh no...this one is mine, daughter. You may have the traitor Zarra...what is left of her anyway.”

“I would not have beaten her so much if I had known I could have her as my slave,” Daeyr replied sulkily.

“She deserved it. Beat her until she obeys only you out of fear. Knock out her teeth too, so that she cannot try and bite you.” Valriya looked down at Lia. “You have pleased me. We still have a day before the election, so I have other things for you to do.”

“Such as?” Lia asked.

“Well we don’t let our slaves lay around all day. We only keep them for their looks and their personal uses, and how do we keep this up? You’re going to find out. Garsh, take her to the workroom. The others too. Make them sweat. Whip this one if you need to, but nowhere where it will show.”

Lia had her leash unlocked, and was dragged to her feet. She struggled, but in vain, for the two guards, and Garsh too, had her in a tight grip, and she was dragged out of the presence of Valriya and her daughter.

Lia was taken downstairs, and along a long, narrow and freshly made tunnel. The floor and walls were not even dressed stone, and still she was being dragged along, barefoot and naked.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, trying not to fall.

“To work, slave,” Garsh said.

Lia felt like arguing, but there was really no point. Instead, she trooped along until finally they reached their destination.

Inside a cave there stood an extraordinary sight. Giant windlasses like the capstans on a ship which raised and lowered an anchor. A central wooden column offered up a dozen spokes so that it looked like a horizontal wheel with no rim. There were at least six of these in the cave, and to each handle a slave or some sort had been chained. Like some parody of mindless tortures in hell, the slaves were forced to push around the heavy devices. What was more, it seemed to serve no purpose other than to make the captives exercise.

At the entry of the Drow, the grinding of the capstans stopped, and prisoners and guards alike turned to stare at Lia. She struggled, but was hauled over the rock floor to an empty handle.

“Let go of me! I won’t do this!” Lia protested as she was shoved against the central column.

“You will, or your little friends will suffer. And after tomorrow, my Lady will make sure you suffer for any infractions,” Garsh promised.

Lia fought, but against the two guards and Garsh, she was helpless. While one guard put her in a choking hold, the other casually punched her in the stomach, and while she was distracted by the pain and lack of air, they attached her leash to a ring on the capstan arm. Then, after being hit again, she was forced against the beam and had her chains removed. Desperately, Lia thrashed out, but Garsh slapped her hard across the face, and kicked her legs out from under her.

Falling, she was caught by her collar’s leash and started to choke. Trying to pull herself up, Garsh stepped on the back of one leg, and Lia pawed at her throat as the collar became a noose.

“Stay still, or I will rape you here and now,” Garsh whispered in her ear.

Lia choked, but finally nodded. She couldn’t breathe, and knew she had no chance at the moment.

Garsh let her stand up, and then forced her arms onto the capstan bar, then attached a pair of manacles to her wrists which in turn were riveted to the wood.

Lia pulled on her new restraints, but they were tight and strong. Her legs were free, but secured as she was there was no escape. She looked at the other slaves as much as she could, and to her dismay saw Aelina and Ailis being tied to a different windlass.

A tall and imposing Drow woman in ornate armour strode down the central aisle between the capstans and stopped by Lia. “Who is this?”

Garsh went over, and there was a short discussion.

“I see. You are a pleasure seeker who feels erotically excited by this treatment?” the woman demanded.

Lia was taken aback, but by the way Garsh was casually playing with his whip, she knew her answer. “No, I’m being held prisoner by the Priestess Valriya and threatened,” Lia said, being contrary because she could. Garsh’s eyes narrowed, and Lia knew she was going to get it, but she was not going to just give in and accept it!

The Drow woman looked at her dispassionately. “Whatever your reason for being here, you will work. I trust the Priestess’ judgement. Now, get working!”

Lia knew that this meant that the woman either was in the pay of Valriya, or simply didn’t care about Lia’s fate. The latter was more likely, as most Drow viewed anyone stupid and weak enough to be in this position as not worthy of attention.

“You’re going to regret that, and your little friends are going to suffer,” Garsh told her. When Lia tried to kick him he slapped her across the face again. “Now, push!”

The other slaves, all of whom were naked and chained like her, started to push, and Lia had to do the same, or she’d be dragged off her feet. The capstan was heavy, and probably had been made deliberately so it was hard to move. It wasn’t difficult, but Lia knew that after an hour her arms and legs would be burning from the exertion.

That overseers and guards did not whip Lia, but Garsh had no such inhibitions. While the other slaves, men and women alike where flogged almost indiscriminately, Lia was the only one received the Drow male’s attention. Every time she passed the whip snaked out and caught her on the back. There was nothing Lia could do to stop him, and one attempt at turning away had caused the lash to curl around and hit her nipple. She bit back a cry of pain only with effort. She didn’t have much pride left, but she would not cry out in front of these other slaves.

Time passed, and she continued in her thankless task, her legs and arms soon burning from the strain. She was sweating despite the cold floor and damp air, and her back flared whenever the whip hit. It was not a particularly damaging whip, but more the sort to cause pain, but leave few marks.

Some slaves, the weaker ones perhaps, had stumbled, and were being dragged across the floor. Because these slaves were personal pets of Drow their appearance was somewhat important, so those captives were removed and dumped on the side.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the overseers ordered the captives to stop. Garsh went to talk to the Drow woman in charge, and what passed between them was a mystery. However, as the other slaves were tied together and driven out, Lia was left still secured, as were Ailis and Aelina.

After a few more moments the cave was deserted aside from Lia, the two High Elves, Garsh and his two cronies.

“Well, well. Decided that you’d play smart, did you?” Garsh asked, his eyes burning with rage. “Thought someone would care, did you? Well, my Lady gave me orders about what to do with you if you tried.”

“She needs me for the election tomorrow,” Lia said, having regained her breath.

“Oh, this won’t leave a mark.” He turned to his men. “Do it.”

Lia instantly tried to push the capstan around and get away when she saw what one guard had fetched. However, the capstan was locked in position, and her flailing was pointless. Though she managed to kick one guard, all it did was hurt her foot on his metal helmet. They seized her legs and held them apart while Garsh slid their tool into place. It was a long bar of metal with straps on either end, and despite her best efforts, she had one ankle tied to each side. Now she could not close her legs, not move more than a few inches.

She knew what was going to happen to her, and she glared at Garsh. “Don’t you dare. If you so much as touch me I will cut off your fucking balls!” she snarled. For a Drow woman, even more than normal, this was humiliating and shameful. Men of her race were below women socially in every area, and old thoughts died hard.

Garsh just grinned and started to unbutton his trousers. One hand caressed between her legs as Lia pulled and fought and struggled madly. Garsh simply put an arm around her waist and was strong enough to hold her still.

“Be thankful my Lady did not give me permission to take you through the back door,” he said, moving up so that his penis rubbed against her vagina.

“I’ll kill you for this!” Lia screamed at him. “I will make you pay, I swear!” She looked over to see Ailis and Aelina now similarly spread, and the guards taking station behind them. What struck Lia was how resigned the two looked; they’d not even tried to struggle and made no protest.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. And remember, your defiance has made your friends suffer too. How do you feel about being responsible for their violation?”

Lia said nothing, at least, until she could feel the tip of his cock about to push into her. Her fists balled as she waited for this shameful violation. But she promised that she would have revenge for this more than anything else!

Behind her, Garsh smiled horribly, and thrust.