Dark Ascension

Ninde cursed under her breath, even though no one besides her two wight bodyguards could hear her...and they could care less, all their intelligence smothered by their hatred for the living. The necromancer strode across the large room, her lithe frame trembling with anger. Why did this have to happen to her? ‘ Our whole lot must be cursed’, she mused through gritted teeth, her hand sweeping an ornamental urn off the sarcophagus next to her, ‘ it's always these thrice-cursed adventurers...’ She sighed in frustration. It had begun so well...all she had wanted to do was to pay the town back for their insolance, their audacity. To throw HER out...HER, a prodigy, gifted with eceptional talent when it came to the sorcerous arts...especially the art of necromancy.

First, the Cowled Wizards cast her out...for a minor infraction...’stealing from our archives’...pah, she'd meant to return the books in due time. And now THIS! Was she not even permitted her revenge? No, after only four days of sending the undead to massacre the town, a band of adventurers appeared...and , of course, they were all too eager to take her out.

Now half her undead troops were dust and bone and the rest mounted a desperate defense against their attempts to enter the old mausoleum she'd taken as base. And no matter what they threw at her...it had to hold. It just had to.

Her defenses were masterfully crafted, traps of flesh and bone and curse and spell. There was no way they could get through....at least that was what she told herself again and again. If they did, however, she had to be ready...and blind fury would not help her....taking a few deep breaths, Ninde forced herself to calm down. Reaching up, she rearranged the silver circlet on her head, the only ‘normal’ ornamentation she wore.

Her long black gown clung tightly to her figure, a figure which she was quite proud of, for unlike other necromancers, she did not appear gaunt, emaciated or half-dead. Her skin was pale, albeit still healthy and she was still full-figured with round, nicely shaped breasts and long, slender legs which had initially been the reason for that comment that started the whole affair, leaving her once more as the villain of the piece.

She'd modified the gown which had begun its life as an ordinary wizard's robe to accentuate her body, leaving long slits in the sides to reveal her legs up to her hips – and grant curious onlookers a small glimpse of the scant, high-cut silken panties she wore. The entire front of the robe had been cut away, leaving her midriff bare. Her breasts were covered and cupped by an artfully construction made from finger bones, looking like two grasping hands. After all, why not provoke? She was already seen as evil...

Bones and amulets hung around her neck and from her wrists and ankles, the macabre items providing her with a few minor magical effects. Of course, in a possible battle – not that she wanted to consider the possibility that these invaders would get that far – these were not what she relied on but an array of the most potent necromantic spells she had gotten hold of. No to mention her two wight bodyguards, corpses once belonging to famous warriors, their skills at arms still intact, even though they had lost all personality by now, driven only by single-minded hate. As it were, that was how Ninde liked men best.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on her minions in the fron part of the mausoleum. She shivered at the realization that her front guard was already not responding to her mental commands. She concentrated on other sparks of her power, animating the corpses. She could almost see, almost sense as another group of her zombies was quickly and efficiently. But the thrice cursed adventurers had to still defeat the column room, with the series of Death Cloud spells traps she placed and an ambush of shadows waiting for their pray.

She felt the spells in the room fire and she sensed the deathly cold brought by the shadows. A small, dry smile began forming on her full, but a bit blue lips. Then, it vanished as she began loosing contact with the shadows. Not long after this, a lone skeleton left by her to serve as a scout outside the trap room was destroyed. The only obstacle between adventurers and here, now was the group of skeletons, armed with longbows and frost arrows and lead by one ogre skeleton. Even through the heavy closed doors, she heard the bowstrings sing and then slashing sounds. And then… silence.

Until with a loud blast the door was simply annihilated. Through the hole that once held the great stone portal, the adventurers began entering the chamber. A man with an exquisite plate armour and a shield with some strange symbol was leading them. Next: a dwarf warrior, a red mage from Thay, a tall man in spiked armour and… two women, bound in chains, gagged and shackles.

Ninde took a breath, conjured a protective spell and hissed with anger in her voice:

‘How dare you enter my sanctum and seek to deny me by rightful vengeance!’ she said, gathering her power. ‘You just made your last mistake! Prepare to serve me for eternity!’ she shouted as a ghostly finger flew from her hand and hit the party leader.

He gasped, made a step backwards but despite her plans didn’t fall down to the ground.

‘That’s all you’ve got, bitch?’ he hissed.

‘Yeah, I couldn’t best him and you think you can?’ the spiked man laughed coldly.

‘My minions! Tear this fools to pieces! Drain their life-force, transform them into my faithful slaves!’ she shouted as her wights moved for the kill and skeletons began rising from the bones on the ground.

‘Damn, I’m beginning to think all those evil mages like talking so much’ the man in spiked plate said, avoiding the wight strike and bringing his two-handed sword on the undead, virtually shattering the corpse. ‘Ha! Nothing like a Deathbringer strike!’ he laughed.

‘Nice… but I can do better!’ the dwarf laughed, bringing his axe again and again, cutting parts of the second wight so in a few hearbeats only the beasts carcass, devoid of legs and hands, was writhing on the floor.

Meanwhile the leader was just approaching Ninde, the skeletons surrounding him, but staring just with their sightless eyes on the symbol on the man’s shield.

‘Attack him! Attack!’ Nine cried in anger, weaving another Finger of Death spell, as she felt the man’s power dispel her control over these undead. Finally her minions began to raise their weapons but then a fireball consumed both the undead and the approaching man. The strength of the blast threw Ninde to the floor, making her gasp as she hit the sarcophagus, loosing her spell. ‘Blasted Red Mage’ the necromancer thought, but soon the flames disappeared revealing the party leader still approaching her, seemingly unharmed by the flames.

Ninde was staring at this warrior for a heartbeat to long, because as she reached for her Dimensonal Door scroll he just forced it out of her hand with his sword and when she opened her mouth, either to speak, beg, parley or to cast a spell – he simple hit her with his shield. The woman fell hard to the ground, her bone talismans rattling.

‘Damn, here I thought we’ll have a challenge… for once’ her opponent said.

‘She wasn’t a match for my power. (Noone is)’ Ninde heard the mage mumble before the darkness overcame her and she lost consciousness.  

Ninde was actually surprised to still be alive when she opened her eyes. Usually, ‘heroes’ tended to simply kill their enemies in the name of all that was good and holy...but she was still breathing. Starlight fell into her eyes as she stared up into the dark skies – clearly, she had been brought out of the mausoleum...and possibly beyond the range of any of her minions. Slowly, the rest of her senses returned...but none gave her any reason to be particularly glad about being alive. Her head felt as if someone was pounding against her skull from within, her mouth was dry and each bone in her body seemed to hurt. As her lips parted and she let out a pained groan, a harsh, gruff voice answered, ‘ Hey, seems the bitch is awake!’

She remembered the voice...it had belonged to that dwarf, whose stench had assaulted her nose even above that of the undead she'd had surrounded herself with. So her attackers were still around...not a good sign...

Ignoring her blazing headache as best as she could, she rose...or at least tried to. It was then that she realized that she had been shackled to four tentposts standing in a field not too far from the graveyard she'd occupied. Her wrists and ankles had been tightly secured with her hands above her head and her legs spread slightly.

Even more cause to worry came from the fact that she had been partially stripped. The entire lower part of her dress was missing, having been ripped away, leaving only her skimpy silken panties to cover her most private places. The front was also torn away with only the bone-sculpted bra left in place. She hated to admit it, but at the moment she looked much like some sort of exotic pleasure girl...

Turning her head, she took a glance at her surroundings...and wished she hadn't. Obviously, her attackers had decided to make camp for the night right here, having set up tents and a small campfire. Dwarf had been sharpening his axe until he'd noticed her awakening and was now walking over to her, a crooked, disgusting smile on his ugly face. The man in the spiked armor looked over at her with a mixture of mild, amused curiousity and cruelty she found especially unsettling. The mage...most infuriatingly!...was currently rummaging through her spellbook and component pouches, mumbling, ‘ Useless...useless...amateurish....idiot's attempt at metamagic......’

‘ Who....are you?’ she weakly said through parched lips, her anger at this fool's treatment of her magical equipment giving her the strength to speak. ‘ We are your new masters...at least for a short while...’, she heard another voice she remembered...the voice of the man who'd knocked her out. Turning her head – whincing as the pounding increased – she saw him standing on the other side. The two girls she'd seen with them were kneeling in front of him, hands still tied behind their backs, their tongues licking along his erect cock and his balls...while the redheaded human was crying softly and looking down in shame, the other, the drow, was performing her task with determination and distance born of utter hatred, her tongue dextrously moving alongside his shaft...

‘What are you… doing?’ Ninde asked in surprise, seeing the two beauties working their tongues on the man’s huge cock. What she really wanted to say was: ‘What are you going to do to me?’ but her voice failed her.

‘How does it look like?’ Therion laughed ‘I’m having my cock sucked by two slaves, who live only to please me! Isn’t that right sister?’ he grabbed the redhead’s hair and yanked her head up. Ninde saw the drow stop sucking only for one heartbeat and then the dark-skinned woman took almost the entire cock of her ‘master’ into her mouth, making a strange gargling sound as her throat enveloped the hard member.

‘Yes master! I live to serve you! To please you!’ Imoen gasped and sighed as Therion finally threw her to the ground. He waited for a few seconds, watching Viconia work on his cock and finally withdrew his dick and slapped the drow, hard enough that she fell to the ground.

What was even more terrifying for Ninde, the man began approaching her, circling her tied, helpless body. She tried to follow him with her eyes fearing to loose him from sight even for one second, but being tied down successfully prevented that. Suddenly some noise distracted her attention as she looked at the place where the two slavegirls were lying. With absolute terror she behold as the dirty dwarf approached the drow, took out his cock and without much deliberation began spreading the priestess’ asscheeks.

The drow began fighting trying to crawl away or at least turn from lying on her stomach to her back so she could kick, but Korgan would have none of it – he was simply too strong for the woman, much too strong. She struggled, but she could only cry in anger as the dwarf began forcing his cock inside her ass… all the while as the redhead was watching it in despair and fear.

‘Slow down, dwarf!’ the tall man laughed, stripping from his plate armour ‘We’ll be fucking the dark chick in a heartbeat, the drow will be always at our disposal.’

‘The boss will take the mage first… ughh!’ the dwarf grunted as he pushed his cock inside the drow’s tight asshole, making her almost jump and cry in pain. Then Korgan grabbed both of her hands and pulled to himself, essentially rising Viconia’s chest, as she was still impaled at his cock. ‘I don’t want to wait, I have to shoot my load or I’ll get mad! And… ugh… I’ll… have… plenty… ughhh... oh yes, darkie! Plenty… of… spunk…. Left!’ he yelled pushing his cock in with vicious and brutal thrusts, each making the drow grit her teath, her beautiful face contorted with pain as moans of torment escaped her mouth.

But what terrified Ninde the most were the tall man’s words ‘We’ll be fucking the dark chick in a heartbeat’ he said. Before she could fully understand the meaning of those cruel words, the party leader entered her sight again after speaking with the Red Mage. He leaned over her with a nasty grin and that crouched as the mage began helplessly strugglind against her bonds. His hand began wandering along Ninde’s leg, thigh and finally reaching her panties…

‘Let me go… or I’ll kill you!’ Ninde hissed with her anger barely overcoming her fear, the grunts of the dwarf and moans of the drow making her tremble ‘I’ll put a curse on you! I’ll… ugh!’ she gasped as the man slapped her face twice. Hard.

‘Shut up bitch!’ he hissed and put his hand under her skimpy panties ‘Lets what have we here…’ he said with a smile, putting one of his fingers into her warm, dry cunt.

‘I’ll kill you! No, I’ll make you beg for the mercy of death!’ Ninde shouted with an already trembling voice as she felt the intrusion, the man’s fingers entering her most intimate place, probing inside. ‘You’ll… aaaa! Stop!’ she cried in pain as Therion pinched her clit but her cries were interrupted as the man grabbed her neck and squeezed hard, choking her for a second.

‘I said: shut up!’ he hissed as he torn away her panties, revealing her defenseless pussy for everyone to see… and abuse. ‘I like those bony things you have on your tits’ Therion said leaning over, his tongue running over Ninde’s neck ‘But no need to make fake hands… we’ll see that your tits get plenty of attention he said’ putting two more fingers into her tight cunt…

Ninde threw her head back, a cry of pain escaping her lips as the man rammed all three fingers into her unprepared and quite unwilling cunt, brutally stretching her. ‘ Hnnnaaaaaarghh! Stop it....stop it...or you'll...regret...’, she groaned before being silenced by first another slap to her face and then the unwelcome sensation of his tongue invading her mouth as he kissed her, his fingers starting to pump in and out of her dry pussy while he forced his lips onto hers, probing her mouth with his tongue.

For a moment, Ninde considered biting him, but it would probably only serve to make him more angry...a group that had managed to kill all her minions and make a slave out of a highborn drow certainly had other nasty tricks up its sleeve...

So, writhing in her bonds, shouting muffled protests against Therion's mouth, she endured the kiss and the painful probing, praying to great Velsharoon himself that she'd find a way out of this situation before it became even more dire and humiliating for her.

Eventually, Therion pulled away both his mouth and fingers, laughing. Gasping for breath and cringing inwardly at the pain radiating from her abused cunt, Ninde watched him warily as he idly began stroking his already erect cock in front of her.

‘ Nice and tight...I think I'll enjoy you...a lot’, he mused, his words causing an icy hand to clutch her heart. ‘ No...no, you can't....’, Ninde began, only to fall silent as he raised his hand, clearly with the intention to slap her again. Her cheeks still stung from the first few hits. ‘ I can and I certainly will. In a way, I even must.’

His eyes met hers and in that moment, she noticed the raw power and ambition behind them, seeing a soul that was consumed by only two things...might and raw lust. It was then, that Ninde truly began to fear this man, fnot just the things that he could and probably would do to her. The others were thugs, whether in robes, chainmail or plate armor...but this man was almost saintly in his uncorrupted darkness.

All of that, however, did nothing to lessen the shame and anger she felt as he lowered himself on top of her and began to slowly push his thick and hard cock into her pussy, spearing it without mercy. ‘ Nooooo....noooaaaaaarrrrrrhhhh!’ she screamed as white—hot pain filled her lower body, the long shaft plunging into her deeply with but a few hard thrusts. While she wasn't a virgin, it had been a long time since she'd last deemed anyone fit to share her bed and this new and violent intrusion came upon her unprepared. Blinking to keep the tears from her eyes, she squirmed and writhed underneath therion who was starting to rape her with long, deep strokes, moaning softly as he enjoyed the tightness of his newest plaything.

‘ Nnnngh...nnngh....stop...please...I can serve you....’, Ninde whimpered breathlessly, her voice trembling as the pain overwhelmed her, the remnants of her gown fluttering in the dirt while Therion took her violently, laughing at her plea. ‘ You already are...in the only ...hnn...capacity...a woman should!’ Reaching out, he then grasped the bones making up her bra and crushed them easily with one hand, now freeing her tits for all of them to see. ‘ That's...better...no need to hide...such beauty from me...’, he said, grunting as he kept pounding her already sore cunt, squeezing her tits with his hands so hard it felt as if he wanted to crush them, too, adding even more pain to her ordeal..

‘ Nice! Can't wait to play with them!’ she heard the dwarf over her rapist's grunts and her own cries of pain. The nauseating odour of him wafted over to her and she suddenly found him looming over her, stroking his thick cock above her face. Nearby, the drow was still on the floor, gasping and trying to withdraw from the attention, still whimpering from her brutal anal rape.

Without further ado, Korgan began to stroke his cock harder and harder and, within mere heartbeats, erupted with a wave of cum that landed on her trembling lips, her cheeks and her chin, the thick drops splattering all over her features, obscuring them, some even sliding past her lips, forcing her to gag at the awful taste.

‘ Korgan...now you've soiled her’, Therion laughed, then turned his head to yell, ‘ Sister! Come here and clean that whore's face!’

‘What… you don’t mean…’ Imoen began protesting with her weak voice but soon just gritted her teeth and began crawling on all fours, as a good slave, towards Ninde. The necromancer couldn’t even think about what Therion said – the horrible feeling of cum on her face and the pulsing pain in her pussy, radiating with each deeper thrust were all she could think of now.

‘Ughh!  Oh, yes… you’re a good fuck…’ Therion moaned, pushing his hard cock in her tight snatch. Ninde trembled at what she saw in his eyes – the insatiable hunger for power growing with each push, each scream of pain made by the helpless woman. ‘Clean her sis!’ he ordered and grinned, watching as Imoen crouched next to Ninde’s face.

For a brief second the redhead was looking at her brother’s newest victim, seeing her once pride pain twitch in pain each time Therion pushed himself in, burying his cock deep inside his victim. She knew this feeling all too well – the helplessness, the humiliation and, of course, the torment and pain growing stronger each time he entered her, claiming her, taking in most brutal way. Overcome with fear of what will happen if she fails to please her brother, Imoen slowly began moving her tongue all over Ninde’s face, licking the disgusting, sticky cum left by this horrible dwarf.

Ninde felt a new wave of shame as she felt the girl’s tongue caress her cheeks, cleaning her face of the sticky mask with which she was covered. She wanted to protest, but finally decided to give in – nothing she could do and especially not her moans of pain and protest, nor her straining in vain against her tight bones could stop Therion if he wanted to see this disgusting show. And on some level she was a bit relieved that at least for now her face will be to some degree clean from the liquid.

Imoen now, with her eyes closed was running circles with her tongue, trying to lick as well as she could every drop that was on Ninde’s face. ‘Ugh… yeah, what a show!’ Therion gasped watching his sister lick his victim’s face. ‘Kiss her sis, kiss her deep!’ he grinned as his moves were becoming even more frantic, each push making his whole cock enter the mage’s cunt, stretching it and filling with even stronger pain.

When Nine opened her mouth to gave another wild moan of pain she suddenly felt the redheaded girl’s tongue entering her mouth, tasting her. She tried to protest, this was too much of a humiliation but she only moaned to Imoen’s mouth. ‘Aaammmppfff!’ she wailed as she felt Therion move faster, while Imoen’s gentle tongue was caressing her lips.

It seemed that seeing his new fuck-toy and Imoen kiss and tongue each other, Therion was getting closer to his climax. He thrusts became more fervent, making Ninde twist her body, jerk around in a last hopeless attempt to protect herself from having his disgusting seed sprayed inside her abused pussy. But it was all in vain – Ninde could only moan and cry, even as Imoen continued licking and kissing her mouth and face.

‘You wanted evil?! You wanted power?!’ Therion laughed maniacally, grabbed the mage’s hips and pushed his entire shaft in, with one strong thrust. ‘Here it is! Take it! Take it! Take it ALL!’ he shouted as his cock started to spray wave after wave of cum inside Ninde, making the necromancer gasp wordlessly each time she felt a load being shot in her. Finally, he withdrew… and with total despair Ninde saw the large figure of the tall man lean over her…

His sword cut all the bonds and Ninde squirmed in pain as blood began flowing to her hands and legs. She didn’t have time to relax as Sarevok lifted her effortlessly, turned her and pushed her again to the ground, this time of the stomach. He grabbed her hips and raised them, without even saying a word placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

‘Don’t you dare to try!’ Ninde yelled ‘Please!’ her voice suddenly broke down into sobs.

‘Yada yada yada’ Sarevok only sighed, grabbed her hips strongly and pushed himself hard inside, filling her already abused pussy with one thrust. ‘You didn’t think we had enough with you?’ the man grinned and leaned forward, his hands grabbing the necromancer’s tits as her body rocked with the force of his rapid pushes.

‘Ughhh! Aaiiii!’ Ninde tried saying something but her words transformed into a wordless shriek as Edwin made a small gesture. The woman felt as if she was on fire, as though thousand of flame tongues were touching her entire body.

‘That’s real magic, you dumb bitch. (Although still a minor sample of my power)’ Edwin chuckled as he stood in front of Ninde, releasing his cock and watching as her body twisted, tormented by the spell.

‘Yeah, that’s great’ Sarevok laughed, feeling as she twisted on his cock, her body rocking forwards and backwards basically fucking the man back. ‘I love as you squeeze your pussy, one can tell when each wave of pain hurts you.’

‘I know, I know, I’m great. But enough of it, I want this bitch to suck me well and I don’t want her pain making her bite on everything’ the red mage laughed, dispelling the spell and moving his cock to Ninde’s full lips, as she gasped in pain. ‘At least you’ll use those mouth on something useful, as your spells are an utter waste of breath.’

‘ Who...arrrrgggg....says I'm hnnngh...oh gods....not going...to bite it off...anyway?’ Ninde managed to gasp between cries of pain as Sarevok lustfully continued his violation of her cunt with long, hard strokes. He wasn't as well-endowed as Therion had been but his cock hurt her terribly nevertheless, her cunt still sore after the initial rape.

She hurt terribly, but this arrogant son of a bitch wouldn't get the satisfaction to have her participate...’ I say it. Because if you do, you pathetic excuse for a wizard, I will use the spell again...and again...and again...then, tomorrow, I will use that arsewipe you call a spellbook to summon a few undead servants. That is not my style, but it will do. These undead I will then allow to take you just as we are doing now. Do you understand?’ The arrogant grin never disappeared from the bearded man's face, making Ninde positively fume with anger...anger that was at least slightly dampened by fear. His words had been sincere...and she had seen his prowess with magic. Deciphering her spellbook would be an easy task. So, presented with little alternatives, she nodded.

‘ Good. Then stop wasting my time!’ Edwin snarled and pushed his cock against her lips again. This time, Ninde dutifully opened her mouth and allowed him in.

He fucked her with long, deep strokes, taking his time to get her to suck him off instead of just raping her face like the others enjoyed doing. It was so much better this way, to have her humiliate herself by partcipating and granting pleasure to these men she surely detested.

‘ How's she handlin'?’ the disgusting dwarf chimed in from the side, watching the spectacle with beady eyes. One hand clutched a small mug of ale, the other his cock which he lazily stroked. Every now and then, just for fun, he kicked at the drow who was still half sitting half lying on the floor, kept from moving by several chains atached to stakes rammed into the ground not far away.

‘ Warm and dry...just like I love it!’ Sarevok said, squeezing Ninde's tits hard while at the same time sinking his entire length into her aching, tortured cunt, making her utter a gargled scream around Edwin's cock. ‘ She hasn't been used in quite a while...we have a lot to make up for!’ The tall man laughed together with the dwarf.

‘ Hmmm...I'm not impressed. Her skills with her mouth are just as lacking as her spellcasting...’, Edwin said, holding her head steady so he could drive his cock all the way down her throat, making her gag for a moment before pulling back with a sigh of pleasure, ‘The drow is way better...even Imoen was....’, he mused.

The dwarf spat out at the mention of the name. ‘ The one who's 'taboo' now? Who our lord and master only wants for himself? Pah! He's keepin' the best things for his own cock...’

‘ Don't argue with me, Korgan’, Therion calmly stated from the fireplace where he was sarting to eat, watching the rape and the discussion with mild interest. ‘ If it's any consolation to you, once we are in Athkatla, we'll seek out a young and innocent girl for you.’

‘ Aye, we better do’, the dwarf grumbled, then watched the rape continue. ‘ Oh, by tha way...do we keep 'er, too?’

‘ No...tomorrow we will take her back to the village and give her to them. I'm sure all the men will be pleased to have something to fuck other than their butt-ugly wives....’, Therion said, chuckling, ‘ Maybe they'll even become my first followers.’

‘Mpppfff… nnnn!’ hearing their plans Ninde tried to plead around the cock in her mouth  as Edwin was pushing his member deep, relishing in the pleasure her mouth and gagging throat provided. It was enough to bring the red mage over the edge. He began gasping and moaning heavily as he held her head, shooting wave after wave of his jism into her warm mouth, making the necromancer gag at the terrible taste filling her mouth.

‘At least you’re good for something!’ Edwin exclaimed after he withdrew his member and stood with a grin, watching as Sarevok was filling Ninde’s pussy with long, deep strokes, still twisting and jerking her boobs.

‘Yeah, for fucking… for being raped over and over by those better than her… for being filled with… ugh… my… seed!’ Sarevok laughed as he grabbed her hips and pushed himself deep, causing Ninde to yelp with pain, drops of cum mixed with saliva running down her mouth. She felt the awful sensation of having her pussy filled by another dose of cum, making her cry in pain, humiliation and despair.

Finally she was released from the man’s grasp and fell almost lifelessly to the ground, just staring somewhere with a blank expression.

‘Please… enough…’ she managed to gasp. ‘Just… let me… go…’

‘Let you go?’ Therion smirked ‘The good villagers need some compensation for their troubles, don’t you think so? This is only just and I support justice and righteousness with my whole heart’ the man mocked her.

‘Why..?’ Ninde said in an barely audible voice ‘Why… this? Why… me?’

‘Well, there are few answers’ Therion smiled almost pleasantly ‘But the one you would understand the best is: because we could. You have the power – you take what you want. Surely it isn’t all that different from your philosophy… or from what your philosophy used to be.’

‘I…’ Ninde opened her mouth and closed them, not knowing what to say.

‘You see? You wanted the same thing I did… I just had the power to grasp it… and it proved to be out of your reach.’ The man pointed at the dwarf ‘Enough of this talking, the day isn’t becoming any longer. Korgan, do with her as you please.’

‘Please don’t! Don’t give me to HIM!’ Ninde shouted, almost regaining some of her strength, subconsciously feeling that being taken by the dwarf will be by far the most disgusting experience. ‘I’ll … I’ll do everything!’ she pleaded.

‘There isn’t anything you could do or give that we couldn’t take on our own’ Therion said and turned away, as Korgan began lifting her ass.

‘Don’t you worry… I’ll be a lover you’ll remember for the rest of your worthless life’ he laughed touching the entrance to her asshole with his thick cock.

Indeed, she would probably never be able to forget the awful sensation of his thick shaft stretching her asshole wide, taking her anal virginity with a brutality that made her first rapes seem almost gentle in comparison. Her screams and shrieks echoed over the fields as the dwarf violated her at his leisure, granting her no rest, no respite until he was completely spent. Only then would she be allowed to rest...chained next to the two other slaves who avoided her, either out of fear, in Imoen's case, or disgust.

The next morning brought new degradations as she, too, was forced to eat food that had been mixed with cum – in her case that of the dwarf, as if to make it even more revolting – but at least she was not raped again, any such attempts being stopped by Therion, who was getting increasingly impatient, reminding his companions that dawdling around in the middle of nowhere would not help anyone, especially him.

And so, after some grumbling from the mage and the dwarf, the group made their way back to the village. Ninde was gagged and restrained tightly with Therion himself holding the leash affixed to the metal collar they'd made her wear.

They marched at a brisk walking pace that had Ninde out of breath within the hour, ready to collapse, her body still weakened after last day's ordeals. Each time she swayed and her legs gave way, however, she received a brutal kick from either Sarevok or Korgan that had her stumble forward once more.

It was noon when the group arrived in the village once more, triumphant and grinning. Ninde noticed grimly that this time, they did not bother dressing Imoen and Viconia. She herself was still naked as well, but that came as little surprise to her...

Therion smirked as he saw the glances of the townsfolk, especially the men, who'd fixed their stares on the three naked girls they led with them. Most of the younger townsfolk did not even try to hide their greedy, leering glances and the few women or older people who scoffed at this ‘scandalous’ display were negligible.

Without any words, he led the group into the town square where the mayor was already waiting for them, a look of gratitude and slight confusion on his face. Therion raised his hand as he started to speak, motioning him to be silent with one imperious glare. ‘ Korgan...get Dany. Brother...loosen our little mage's bonds. Edwin...’

‘ Yes, yes, almighty leader’, the mage responded with a scornful look, then closed his eyes and started an incantation. Within seconds, a large pillar of rock erupted from the earth, solidifying and darkening until it had the composition of granite. Sarevok undid Ninde's bonds dragging the panicking, gagged mage towards the pillar and then refastening them around it. Only moments later, Korgan dragged the naked and crying Dany out of the Inn where the group had left her. Tears ran freely down her face and her mouth was stretched wide around a phallic gag Therion had rammed into it. Upon seeing the crowd gathered and her tormentors, she began to struggle fiercely but Korgan nevertheless bound her to the pillar. Only then did Therion adress the crowd.

‘ People of Ghenia! I present to you the necromancer that has plagued your fair village! As you see...she is no longer a danger to you. Now, you may ask why we did not kill her outright....after all, shouldn't heroes do that?’ He waited a moment until the first mumbling had ceased, relishing the terror in both Dany's and Ninde's eyes.

‘ Well, we could have killed her easily, yes. But would that make for good compensation? I think not. And so, we have decided on a different path. Here she is...and sweet little Dany, of course, take her as a little...bonus. Use them in any way you wish, they are yours!’

‘ That...that is horrible!’ someone yelled, a matronly woman with a scowl on her face.

‘ Ah, shut it, old cow! I like the idea!’ another villager chimed in, his grin showing full well that he was already imagining the things he would do to her.

‘ That is the right attitude....now, my good friends, I only have one small request for you. Each time you take one of these...remember my name. Therion. Say it in your head, like a prayer, and thank me for it.’ Therion smirked. Whatever would happen now, these little prayers would strengthen him...

As the party was leaving Ghenia, the last sight they saw, was a huge line of men forming to Ninde, man thirsty for revenge, punishment but most of all thirsty just to fuck the bitch raw and needing no excuses for it. Even the woman whose husbands and sons were killed by the undead were gathering broomstick and other such tools and waiting for their turn, after the men would have their way. Some more impatient villagers, not wanting to wait in the huge line gathered around Dany, deaf to the helpless girl’s pleas.

‘No, I beg you! You have known me for your whole life! I’m supposed to be your friend, no- mpfff!’ Therion didn’t even turn to watch the show behind him but he smiled as he heard Dany’s pleas cut short as the poor, betrayed girl was silenced, either by a gag or a man’s cock. And even as the village was long out of the party’s sight, Ninde’s piercing screams were still to be heard.

Therion knew that the necromancer would be the main entertainment for a while. She will be taken by the men again and again, her screams and shrieks filling the air along with men’s laughters and cheers. They will fuck her in all her holes, without end, laughing as her arrogance is melting, turning the haughty and once terrifying sorceress into a trembling, cum-covered shadow of herself. When they will get bored with her, most men will start turning to Dany, savoring the girl’s young, gentle body, completely uncaring for the fact she had been once one of theirs. Each villager that once lusted about Dany but was scorned or even fantasized about her in drunken haze will now have the possibilities to fulfill his fantasies and to do even more – to fuck her in the most degrading and painful ways possible, ways about which he once wouldn’t even dare to think. The girl’s tears and pleas, her asking for mercy, begging them to let her go would arouse them even more and finally she would have no strength to beg any more, her spirit broken as a endless line of men, her formers friends is taking her again and again for ever.

And all this in Therion’s name.