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Chapter 6
Lia felt him penetrate her, but as she opened her mouth to curse him again, another voice cut crisply into the situation.
“Stop!” It was Daeyr, dressed in a long robe, and accompanied by retainers.
“Lady?” Garsh asked, still awkwardly inside Lia.
“Get yourself out of her before I have you castrated.”
Garsh looked angry at this order. “But Priestess Valriya said I-“ he protested.
“Are you arguing with me, male?” Daeyr demanded. Her hand fell to her blade, and her retainers likewise readied themselves.
“No...of course not, Lady,” Garsh said sullenly. He looked down at Lia’s helpless, exposed body.
“Then button your trousers, this bitch is mine. Mother said so...or did you want me to go get her down here so you can hear from her directly?”
“No, of course not,” Garsh said. “What of the slaves?” he asked, pointing to Ailis and Aelina.
“I don’t care about them. Do what you wish with them,” Daeyr said blandly. She looked at Lia. “As for you...I have such fun things planned for you!”
Lia looked over at the two High Elves, and knew that they were going to suffer Garsh’s anger over being denied. “They need to come as well. Your mother was using them to control me,” Lia pointed out.
Daeyr leaned down until her face was just inches from Lia’s. “Very well then. But you owe me, slut. I’ll spare you three for now...but after I’m Queen, I’m going to personally have some fun with all three of you. So there’s your choice!”
Lia looked up into her eyes, and saw a wild look there. She didn’t relish the prospect of being brutally tortured, but the key factor that it WAS later, and not getting raped now. That would give her more time to possibly find a way to escape. Therefore, she took a deep breath.
“Later,” she said.
Daeyr glared at her, and then shrugged. “Fine. Take this one with me. Take those two to the slave pens...for now.”
Garsh grabbed Lia and roughly pushed her into the capstan’s arm while he shackled her hands behind her back. Lia had tried to squirm free, but two other guards had helped, and soon she was being dragged by the collar back out of the workroom. The spreader bar had been left on the ground, and they stopped to chain her legs also. Lia was back to being naked and helpless...a state she was rapidly coming to dislike! Her last glimpse before being forced out of the room was Ailis and Aelina being dragged out of the workroom in a different direction.
Lia was taken along a new path and finally arrived in an ornate bedroom. It was much more luxurious than hers had been, though still very typically Drow. Rings set into the floor and wall abounded for restraining slaves, and off to one side was a horizontal X-shaped rack with heavy metal restraints.
Lia immediately struggled to get away from the device, but now there were five guards and she was lifted and carried until she was dumped painfully onto the hard wooden surface. Lia fought with all her might, knowing that once she was secured to this torture device she was completely in Daeyr’s power.
Garsh and the others forced her onto her back, and four of them held her down while the last locked each limb in turn into place. The X was longer than her reach, and heavy metal cuffs were attached to her wrists and ankles rather loosely. This changed though when winches mounted to both ends of the rack were tightened, leaving Lia stretched out and barely able to move.
When this was done, the guards departed other than Garsh, and Daeyr entered her field of view. The way Lia was restrained, a person could walk in the space between her legs, and her pussy was open and exposed.
Lia struggled, and although the stretching was not painful, there was every indication that they could use the rack to cause her terrible pain.
Daeyr watched her for a moment, and then slowly stripped naked. The welts from where she had been whipped were red and visible still, as were Lia’s. She looked down on Lia, her face angry as she slowly brushed one hand across her captive’s body. The hand travelled up until it rested around Lia’s throat. Daeyr tightened her grip, as if she wanted to choke her captive, but then released her grip.
“What are you going to do?” Lia asked. In her current position there was no rest for her head, so she had to keep it up, which was an effort.
“Whatever I want,” Daeyr said smugly.
“Your mother said-“ Lia began.
The blow came out of nowhere. Daeyr’s fist slammed down onto Lia’s stomach, making the captive jerk in surprise.
“You are mine and I will do what I like!” Daeyr declared, glaring down.
Lia knew she had to be careful. Unlike her mother, Daeyr was a woman of barely contained desires. She was brave when faced with a helpless captive, and liable to be cruel to someone who couldn’t fight back. Yet Lia had seen Daeyr begging and pleading when it had been her being whipped.
“Lady, the Priestess did say she was-“ Garsh said.
Daeyr turned on him in a pique of anger. “Tomorrow I will be Queen Daeyr, and I will do what I want! This bitch will do what I tell her, and so will you. So will everyone!” she shouted. “Now go away. I haven’t forgiven you for whipping me...pray I forget.”
Garsh glared at her, then left Daeyr and Lia alone.
Now friendly again, Daeyr smiled down at Lia. “You really are beautiful. However, that will make this much easier. She moved to the head of the rack, and with her naked body just a foot away from Lia’s head, she wound the winch a notch tighter.
Lia hissed as her body was stretched out. “You must really hate your mother!” she said. Lia wasn’t even sure why she’d said it, except that a random thought had occurred to her.
“What do you mean?” Daeyr asked, relaxing the rack and glaring down at Lia belligerently.
Lia hadn’t expected the reaction, and thought quickly. “Well, you’re taking a risk doing this to me when she ordered you not to.”
“I don’t care what my mother thinks. Tomorrow, I will be Queen, and she will have to do as I tell her for once!”
“Do you really think she will? After all, why did she whip you yesterday, and plan to crown you tomorrow?” Daeyr lashed out furiously with her hand, but even in her prone position, Lia moved her head to avoid everything but a glancing blow. “I can still see the marks on you, and when they crown you tomorrow, everyone else will as well. They will all see who the power really is!”
This enraged Daeyr further, and she seized a whip from the wall and slashed it down onto Lia’s helpless breasts and stomach a half dozen times.
The pain was incredible, but Lia knew that she had only one chance. If she let her captor regain her composure it’d go very badly for her. “Who are you really whipping, Lady Daeyr? Me...or your mother?”
“My mother is a whore, a harlot, and I hate her! Now shut up!”
Lia, her head tilting all the way back as she no longer had the strength to hold it up, saw a shadow by the door. Almost by instinct, she continued. “I’m the only Drow you get to play with alone, aren’t I? That Priestess Zarra was fun I bet too, but she didn’t look like me. As you’ve noticed, I look a lot like your mother. We’re related, all of us are related.”
“Not for long!” Daeyr said darkly. She seemed to be regaining her composure and looked down hatefully at Lia. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you, and you’ll be begging me to end it!”
“Like you begged your mother yesterday? Word got out about that. Everyone knows that you’re the minion of your mother, put forward for royalty because she can manipulate you.”
Daeyr had murder in her eyes now, and she punched Lia hard on the jaw, then again, and finally wrapped her hands around her helpless captive’s throat. “Shut up!”
Lia realised she might have gone too far, but there was nothing she could do except gasp out a few words. She’d not had time to think much of this interrogation out, but if she didn’t want to end up dead she had to get the right words now.
“Revenge...you could get...revenge on her!”
Daeyr stopped her strangling and looked down. “How can you help? You’re my toy! And I am growing tired of you...I might just break you now!”
“After you are made Queen then you have the power to arrest your mother. Put her on the rack rather than me. I can help by carrying a dart of that sleeping poison. No one can get close to her, but I can conceal it. She is ready for betrayal from everyone, and has spells and magic. When I am pleasuring her, I just need to prick her with the dart and she will fall asleep...then you can grab her and take her to the dungeon before she wakes up!”
Daeyr shook slightly, looking down. “Yes...yes! You could do that. Or you could tell her about the plan and have me down there instead! But if you are caught with the poison, who will she believe? I could blame it on someone else.” Daeyr seemed to be thinking.
Lia was not happy with this idea. It was crude, and the work of a few seconds panicked thought, but it seemed to be interesting her captor. “She deserves it, doesn’t she? Look what she did to you. Are you going to let that go unavenged? You deserve to be Queen...but how can you be Queen when she is pulling your puppet strings?”
“Alright, slut. After the coronation I will give you the dart and I will be ready. My mother will get what’s coming to her!”
There was the sound of light feet. “We all get what’s coming to us...daughter,” Valriya said, standing there with Garsh and other guards just behind her.
“Mother...I...” Daeyr said, flustered.
“Engaging in a little plotting, were you? Well, I can’t have that.”
“It’s not how it looks!” her daughter said quickly.
Lia said nothing, didn’t move or speak. She didn’t want either one of them to notice her. To her mind, Daeyr had been stupid, giving away far too much aloud. If she had come up with a reasonable defence instead of looking guilty, she would probably get off as well. It was probably why she’d been chosen as royal material by her mother.
“Oh really? Because it looks at the moment as though you are plotting to have me replacing the traitor on the rack. You’d like that, wouldn’t you. You’ve always hated me in a weak, snivelling way, but that is because you are a coward. You like having power over people, and you’d like nothing more than to have me begging you. Well, it’s not going to happen. I thought I could trust your weakness to make you Queen...you are my daughter still, even if I wish I had one with backbone. Oh, I don’t mind your stupidity, I expect that, but the way you try to wriggle out of it, that is what makes me despise you.”
“Mother, I-“ Daeyr begun.
“Silence!” the Priestess shouted, and her daughter obeyed. “Well, I cannot trust you to be Queen, so I will take the role instead. At least then I know that it will not be a fool in charge. You are an insult to our family...almost as much as this...thing.” She gestured at Lia dismissively.
Valriya turned her back. “Get her, and take her to the dungeon. Beat her once for every word she says. Garsh...I know how to respect loyalty. You may rape her. Your soldiers too”
“Not if you die first!” Daeyr shouted. From the rack of torture implements she drew a long flensing knife and hurled it straight at her mother’s back.
The blade never reached its target, stopping an inch from the robe the Priestess wore. She turned, and the knife reversed direction and nailed her daughter’s hand to the wall. “Die, daughter? I assure you that I will die long after you do. Take her away!”
Daeyr was seized by the guards, and Garsh especially was looking very expectant as she was led away.
Lia saw Valriya appear over her. The Priestess’s flimsy robe did little to hide her body as she looked down at the captive.
“You knew I was there, didn’t you?”
“A lucky guess. The door opened slightly, but no one entered. I guessed there wouldn’t be many keys.”
“A lucky guess indeed, and one I do not thank you for. I had hopes for my daughter. She is weak, spineless and vacillating. But she is my daughter, and I wanted better for her. Now, I have to destroy her.”
“Would you have rather waited until she tried? What if she had succeeded?”
“Unlikely, but had she actually planned a coup I would have gone to the rack at least happy that my daughter took after me. But she is a liability, and you are rapidly becoming one as well. You do not understand loyalty...since you have entered this place you have change allegiance four times.”
Lia looked up, and knew that this Drow was a far stronger person than her daughter. “You just sent your daughter to be raped and tortured. What sort of person would do that?”
“One that would therefore have no compunction in prolonging your death over a number of days, and that impulse is growing.” Her hand rested on the rack’s winch, and then she slowly turned it.
Lia started breathing harder as she could feel herself being slowly stretched. “I helped you!”
“You think I owe you anything, traitor? You have spread much discord here, and done your foul work. I literally feel nothing when I think of making you scream.”
“But the vote!” Lia protested desperately.
“Yes, the vote. And so you have some incentive; you do as I ask and I’ll spare those High Elf sluts from what I have planned for you.”
“And what is that?” Lia asked, sure she didn’t want to know.
“The punishment for all heretics – be tied across a hollow metal altar of the goddess while burning coals are poured inside. You will slowly, and agonisingly be roasted to death over a number of hours. And that will be a fitting punishment to you. But for now...you’re going back to your cell.”
Valriya paused. “It’s a shame...I would have liked to keep you as my bed slave, but you are too dangerous to keep alive any longer.” With that she viciously turned the winch and left Lia to suffer and wait.
Lia didn’t know how long it was before the guards came. It felt like hours, hours of terrible pain, but it might have only been a few minutes. She could not resist as they dragged her from the rack and shackled her wrists, and dragged her out. Lia was literally unable to walk, so the guards simply carried her through the halls and dumped her on the stone floor. She was back in her cell, where Ailis and Aelina had been ealier, but they were gone.
Instead, Zarra was hanging from chains further up the wall, and was moaning in pain at the strain on her wrists and arms. On the other side of the room, a set of stocks secured Daeyr. Her face and body were bruised, and her mouth roughly gagged with a wad of cloth.
Male Drow guards were taking it in turns, under the direction of Garsh, to violate her, ignoring their captive’s gagged curses and pleas.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” one guard said. “Stuck up whore bitch!”
Lia couldn’t watch. They had not bound her legs, perhaps thinking she was too weak to resist, or they had perhaps been too eager to join in the rape. Either way, Lia at least had one pair of limbs free, even if she felt weak and pained. She was also secured to the wall with her leash, but she had something free at least!
Finally, after an unreasonable amount of time, Garsh called a halt to his torture. “Come on. Let’s tell the Priestess that everything is dealt with. Chain her to the wall and let’s go.”
Lia lay totally still, and none of them looked at her, merely flung Daeyr to the floor and hogtied her with ropes, connecting a new collar to the wall with a chain. It looked uncomfortable, and Lia was doubly thankful they hadn’t tied her in that way.
Perhaps the guards were still too happy, or they assumed that Lia was no threat, for they left without checking her. They did not see that her legs were free.
Lia tried to rest, trying to plan how to use the one freedom she had. Her only chance was to attack the guard who brought food, and to do it unexpectedly. The problems piled up though. If she failed to score a clean hit, then her last chance would be taken from her, and it was certain that she’d suffer even worse in the days to come. Other problems nagged at her; what if the guard had no keys? What if there was more than one guard? What if they didn’t get close?
Lia tried to control her beating heart, and also shut out the moans of the other two Drow captives. The smell was starting to get to her. The two other prisoners, being unable to move, were forced to dirty themselves; a further humiliation. Lia at least had the use of a tin bucket some distance away from where she slept.
It was as she was just dozing off that footsteps came down the hall. Lia quickly moved position so she was sitting on her knees. This would hide the lack of her leg irons for as long as possible. She waited, expectant as the door opened.
In walked one of the guards from before. He looked down at Daeyr and prodded her with his foot. “Dinner for your majesty,” he jibed, placing the bowl in front of her, out of her reach. He pulled the gag from her mouth and turned her over, crudely groping her body while she cursed him. “Oh, the Priestess has promised us more fun with you soon,” he said, rolling her back onto her front and shoving her head into the wooden bowl so she could eat.
Next he went to Zarra where she hung in agony, a few inches off the ground. “Are you going to beg me?” the guard asked. He was clearly the sadistic type that enjoyed taunting the helpless. It made Lia’s plan even more morally right than if he’d been nicer.
“Please...water...” Zarra whispered.
“Sure, have some!” the guard said, splashing water down her body. He laughed when the former Priestess tried to reach it. He fondled her, but soon gave up, and instead pulled down on her legs so the Drow woman cried out in pain as he abused arms were yanked. Tiring of his game, he stuffed some food and water into her mouth and left her.
Finally the guard came to Lia. “Well now, you’re the one who had to be presentable!” he said. Clearly he relished the chance to pick on another Drow woman, which would be an extremely rare occurrence.
Lia said nothing, leaning back and rattling her chains slightly. To her amazement and relief he pulled her closer by her leash, obviously wanting to kiss or play with her body. Lia controlled herself as his face edged nearer and nearer.
Then Lia struck.
Drawing her head back, Lia slammed her forehead down onto the guard’s nose like a hammer. There was a crack, and he reeled back in shock and anger. Lia wasted no time, getting to her feet, and kicking the man hard and accurately on the jaw. In bare feet it hurt, but Lia had the initiative now. The guard, hurt and dazed, must have wondered how she had gotten her legs free, because she could not have fought had they been chained.
Lia pressed her advantage, and knew she had to catch him before he left the range of her leash. If he did that then it was all over. As he tried to get up she kicked him with all her might right into his kneecap. Fortunately he had no armour there, and he cried out and lurched forward, right into Lia’s knee which connected with his chin. The guard fell back and hit his head on the stone floor and was still.
Lia crouched, waiting to hear any sounds of alarm that the fight may have caused, but there was nothing. Though her body hurt from the uncomfortable fight, and from her racking before, she could stand easily. Leaning against the wall she hooked one leg under the guard’s arm and dragged him closer. When he was against the wall she straddled him looking for keys to her collar or manacles.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the Drow just had to be smart and not give jailors keys. With panic starting to rise, Lia looked at the guard’s other equipment; a truncheon and a bell. Neither were of any use for a prisoner trying to free themselves. However, just as fear was taking hold, Lia saw a glint of metal where there shouldn’t be any. A small twist of wire from his reinforced belt had come loose, and she pulled it free gratefully. Though she was no expert, Lia found to her relief that her handcuffs were of a simple lock type which were simple to pick.
After a few minutes, in which the guard started to stir, Lia finally felt one wrist free itself as the lock clicked open. Now able to see what she was doing, Lia picked the lock on her other wrist quickly, and set to work with her collar. That was also relatively easy, and soon Lia was free, if still naked.
“Lia?” Zarra asked from her torturous position on the wall.
“A little busy here,” Lia said tersely. She started stripping the guard and getting into his gear. It was uncomfortable, as he was bigger than her except across the chest where his breastplate did not take a woman’s breasts into account. That was certainly uncomfortable, but it was a good disguise. In dim light she could pass for a feminine guard.
“Please...help me,” Zarra pleaded.
“I don’t remember you helping me when Haelra was about to brand my clit,” Lia said, still disinterested.
“I underestimated you. Please let me go and I’ll take my own revenge!”
Lia looked at the hurt woman. “You’d not be even able to stand.”
“Then I will find a way to cause my own death. I can’t take another day’s pain. It hurts to be alive.”
Lia sighed. “Fine. I’ll get you loose, but if you try anything I’ll smack you into next week.”
Looking down, she swiftly cuffed the guard’s hands over his head, and used her collar and leash lock to secure the manacle chain to a ring on the wall. With this done she stuffed a rag into his mouth and headed over to Zarra. Her locks were better made, but fortunately she only had to pick one of them, as the Priestess’ legs had only been tied with rope. Lia dropped the guard’s muffled bell beside Zarra for her to use as an improvised weapon and turned away.
Finally, Lia came to Daeyr, looking down on her as she struggled against her hogtie. “Untie me!” Daeyr demanded.
“You make no demands of me. I only wish I had time to give you a proper education on the matter. You’d have had no compunction in killing me. I won’t do that...I don’t do that. But I’m not going to save you either.”
With that, Lia turned and left the furious, helpless Daeyr to her fate, and exited the room while Zarra was still untying her own legs.
Lia was at large, and so far no one knew that she had escaped. It was time to get the hell out of this city of the Drow.
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