Chapter I

„Shar, grant me power, Shar, grant me power” Viconia de’Vir whispered in her mind, hoping that maybe this time Shar would hear her servant and give her power needed to escape and avenge what she had endured.
She was lying on the cold, hard floor of some peasant hut. Her slim, sensual body was curled in the corner. Bruises and small injuries were barely visible on her obsidian-coloured skin, but she sure felt that they were there. The drow’s sexy back and legs facing the door of the cellar were covered in reddish stripes made by the peasant’s horse-whip and bite marks surrounded her neck and beautiful dark breasts, concentrated around her sensitive nipples. Her breasts were large for a dark elf and while it still made them seem barely medium-sized by human standards, they were perfectly shaped, round and perky.

Viconia’s face also bore traces of the abuse she sustained, even though her captors tried to be careful not to damage her beauty. Her full, pink lips, contrasting with her dark body where swollen and inflamed from all the slapping and biting and… yes, from the cocks she had been forced to suck, to take deep into her mouth. A small line of cum, already dry, was on her mouth, chin and had dripped on her breast. The drow’s long, white hair was tangled and sticky from the dirty floor she was lying on and even more from cum as her rapists used it to wipe their dicks clean. And finally, even though she had crossed her legs, a small pool of cum had leaked from her sore, pink cunt and her abused ass.

As her hands were tied hard behind her back she couldn’t dream of freeing herself. Additionally her legs were also tied together although this probably was an unnecessary precaution, as her legs hurt her so much after the whipping and she was so drained of power that any chances of escaping were next to non-existent. A dirty rag forced into her mouth and secured by the use of a laundry string made it possible for her just to whimper wordlessly, making sure that even with Shar’s help she couldn’t use any form of magic.

The door to the cellar creaked it was opened, causing the priestess to stiffen in sudden fear. That she was afraid of those pathetic surfacers, of what they would do to her was in her mind a clear evidence of how low she has fallen. Their tortures shouldn’t even be compared to those administered by the priestesses of Lolth, the Spider Queen, and the repeated rape she endured shouldn’t have been so different from the different kinds of rough sex she’s experienced. Even knowing this she could only think of the burning pain on her back and legs and about her sore cunt and ass. But what was the worst, was the certainty that she had another, seemingly endless session of rape and abuse to expect. The very thought of those people putting their filthy cocks into her, taking her against her will, sickened her. She was a drow priestess and while she was inclined to believe that she may eventually meet an opponent stronger than her, she couldn’t believe that three idiot, illiterate and dirty human peasants had outsmarted her. In her home she could have had such slaves flayed for looking at her in a way she didn’t like but here she was forced to suffer as they lied on her, moving in and out her pussy or making her suck their dick and brutally taking her ass - a thing she hadn't even tried during her numerous sexual experiments.

Her thoughts were interrupted when half of a bucket of icy cold water landed on her back, making her cry in surprise and jerk her body, which made her bound hands and legs hurt even more. A man approached her, grabbed her by the neck and helped her to her feet. It was Alius, the father of the family, the most sadistic, vicious and clever from the three (although the latter wasn’t much of an achievement). His breath smelled of cheap alcohol as he licked her neck.

“Hi, darkie! Missed me?” he laughed with a series of barks. “We sure have missed you” he smiled evilly touching his manhood through the trousers. “Come, let’s have some fun” with those words he grabbed and without much effort lifted her, carrying her out of the cellar, upstairs.
Even as he carried her, every fibre of her being was disgusted at his touch, at his filthy hands soiling her body...not that it hadn't been soiled enough already....but in the end, she despised herself much more than him...for being so horribly weak, too weak to even try and fight.
If she was honest, it was no surprise that Shar had abandoned her...like Lolth, the Dark Maiden only respected strength...not this.
The house - or rather, hovel, for the family was not exactly gifted with riches – was solitary, standing amidst green pastures and tended fields. Their next neighbour was an hour's travel away and the next large village – Farthon – was more than 20 miles from there. So, no one could care about what went on here. That was why Alius had no qualms about bringing Viconia outside from the cellar in bright daylight, chuckling as he heard her moan under the merciless sun.

Even after months on the surface, the bright light hurt her eyes and made her skin feel as if flames danced over it. She just hoped they wouldn't rape her outside again like that one day in the fields...she shuddered. It was better not to dwell on the past...or the future...both held only horrors that further eroded what little dignity she had left.
“ You're filthy, darkie”, Alius mumbled while he carried her, one hand underneath her ass so he could grope and squeeze the round cheeks whenever he felt like it, “ time to get you cleaned up.”

Viconia noticed that he was carrying her over to the large water barrel next to the house and closed her eyes, knowing what was to come...Without much ado, the large human turned her and then dipped her head underwater, the freezing cold making her body go rigid.
Alius kept one hand on the back of her head, holding her head underwater until she began to struggle from lack of air, causing him to laugh at her plight, keeping her under for just a few more heartbeats before finally releasing her.
„ Much better now”, he said, grinning while she panted and gasped for air, shivering in the cold. She turned her head and glared at him, wanting to tell him to go to the Nine Hells so he could die the most agonizing deaths over and over...but all that came out was a muffled, weak groan sounding through the makeshift gag.
„ Now we can have some fun...my boys will come back from the fields soon, so we better hurry...they'll want to have a go with you, too..”, he said as he carried her inside, there to drop her on the wooden floor before unfastening his pants. Viconia shuddered at the mention of his sons...this would be a long session full of degradation and pain for her once more...

Another wave of disgust washed over her as she saw him free his thick, throbbing cock from his pants, an organ she had come to know better than she ever wanted. His one hand lazily stroked the erect member as he took a step towards her, looming over her menacingly. Reaching down, her undid the bindings that held the rag in her mouth, allowing it to fall to the floor. „ You know what I want, darkie...so get to it. I missed your lips!” Grabbing a fistful of her now wet hair, he forced her onto her knees, pressing his cockhead against her full, sensuous lips...
Viconia gritted her teeth and tried to move away from the cock but Alius was holding her by the back of her head. Nevertheless she did her best, trying to shake her head and keep the organ far from her lips. The man grunted impatiently and twisted one of Viconia’s dark nipples.
“Ugh!” she moaned in pain but managed not to open her mouth.

Finally Alius, infuriated, slapped her face hard and then hit her with an even harder back-handed slap. The drow cried out and fell on her side and the peasant, shouting “You bitch!” kicked her stomach. The priestess cried again and curled her body. Rape was one thing – disgusting and demeaning but being made to suck this filthy dick was a humiliation like no other. Viconia couldn’t prevent them from taking her pussy and ass (again!) but she could keep them out of invading her mouth – or so she thought for a second.

“Listen darkie!” Alius almost shouted to Viconia’s ear, but then quickly calmed himself. “Listen bitch, you’re gonna give me these sweet mouth of yours and you’re gonna do it nice and good. If not, I’ll make a thick wooden dick and ram it into your ass and then fuck your cunt. After this I’ll gag you and tie you up here. I’ll make you lie in the sun for days if I have to, only coming with my sons to fuck you and finally you’ll do everything, everything to make me let you crawl back to your cellar. So don’t piss me off and suck it and make it a good show, as I know you can!” he finished grabbing the drow’s neck and forcing her on her knees again.

Hating herself for this weakness, for this fear from the torture Alius described, Viconia de’Vir, priestess of Shar and a drow of formerly high standing, opened her mouth and started to lick the head of the human’s cock. She tried hard not to concentrate on the smell and taste of the dick, all the while moving her dexterous tongue up and down the shaft of the organ and around the head of it.
“Oh yes, that’s it darkie” Alius sighed with pleasure and laughed “It wasn’t so hard, was it? Why pretend, you’ve already showed us what a crafty little cocksucker you are.”

Hearing these words Viconia felt a sudden rush of anger. Her eyes blazed with hatred and she moved her head few inches away. She was rewarded first with hard twist of her nipple and then the peasant grabbed her hair and brought her face back to his crotch. Obediently, not wanting to anger the man even further she opened her mouth to lick the head but Alius simply rammed his cock deep into her throat, forcing her to gag on it.
“Suck it, bitch!” he barked, guiding her head with his hands.
Viconia obviously has never felt so humiliated before. She was kneeling in dirty ground, with her legs and hands tied, servicing a dirty surfacer peasant with her warm, wet mouth, taking his long cock and sucking it like some kind of cheap port whore. What was even worse, was the fact the he was right – she had showed them how good she is with her mouth. The idea of oral sex probably never entered the minds of these simpletons until during one of her rape sessions, her ass and pussy was so sore, that she literary begged her captors to allow her to bring them exceptional pleasure sucking their dicks and making them come with her mouth. She tried to do her best, making it last as long as possible, hoping that this would make them rape her pussy and ass less often.

“And what good it brought to me?” the priestess wondered bitterly. From the three men, only Alius developed a taste in this form of sex, his sons while still were using her mouth sometimes, preferred to rape her in other holes. Furthermore, she began to regret that she showed her skills to Alius, as sucking his dick was maybe less painful than rape but also far more humiliating than almost anything they could think of.
“Mpff!” Viconia gagged on the man’s hard cock as he started to enter her mouth deeper and deeper.
“Yeah, move this tongue darkie, suck me good!” he shouted but although she tried to suck on his dick the best she could, her efforts were in vain as he grabbed the back of her head and started to move in or out even faster, literary raping and fucking her face.
Viconia gagged hard on his cock as it pushed further into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat and even pumping in further, her constricting throat massaging it, much to Alius' enjoyment.

She tried to move back, but his grip on her head was like a vise, never letting her move even an inch while he began to thrust back and forth, his hips slamming his cock deep into her mouth before pulling out again, but only so much, never allowing her to recover from his onslaught.
Her gag reflex brought tears to her eyes, tears she hated herself for...how could three lowly humans bring this out in her, degrading her in ways not even the priestesses of the Spider Queen could? She suckled as much as she could on the cock, hoping to maybe finish him off before things could get worse...if she managed to make him cum quickly enough, he might doze off and she could crawl back to the cellar and get a few more hours of rest and peace before his sons would come down to „play” with her. They always did...ever since she had become their...slave – the word felt like ash in her mind – there hadn't been one evening that went by without them either brutally raping or whipping her to unconsciousness.

Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, tickling it, much to his enjoyment. Her cheeks had turned dark with shame, the thought of what she was doing here being even worse than the brutal use of her body...she was servicing a surfacer sexually....she was WORKING to bring him pleasure! Before she had come here, the concept of shame had been alien to her but now she understood it better than anybody...not that it helped her much...

„ Oh, darkie!” Alius groaned, his grip tightening even more as he pushed his hips forward, burying the entire length of his cock in her mouth and throat, cutting off her air supply and making her gag so hard she nearly fainted, her throat constricting hard around the invading shaft. Her eyes bulged as she began to struggle to get away, even though her efforts werte in vain. She felt his heavy, hairy balls push against her chin as he forced her to deepthroat him, holding her head in place without pity, laughing at her gargling and gagging. „ Yes, darkie...choke on my cock...choke on your master's cock!” Viconia's eyes began to mist over as she felt the lack of air, her vision getting blurry as she slowly sunk into unconsciousness...maybe this was a good escape for now...yes...just let go...

But Alius would have none of it. Just heartbeats before she would sink into darkness, he pulled back, his cock slipping out of her mouth, only a thick strand of saliva connecting it to her lips. Viconia gasped hard, panting, her mind clearing as she filled her lungs with delicious air. Unfortunately, Alius wouldn't let her rest, pushing her head towards his crotch again, his cock meeting no resistance as it slid between her lips again...and Viconia, knowing better than to disobey, began to suck again. „ Hm, yes...such an eager little cocksucker...this was the best find we ever made!” he chuckled, using his grip to turn her head to the side so he could rub his cockhead against the inside of her cheek, making it bulge obscenely while he pumped into her mouth slowly.

„ Oh yes, darkie...you know what....you're making me...cum!” he finally said, feeling his balls churn with a heavy load. Viconia closed her eyes, preparing herself for the awful taste which she had come to know all too well. But still, when he groaned and the first torrent of cum splattered across her tongue, she nearly doubled over with nausea, fear of his anger being all that kept her where she was. Grimacing, his cock still pumping cum into her warm mouth, she began to swallow mouthful after mouthful before he finally pulled out, allowing the last spurt to hit her on her right cheek, the slimy white substance contrasting nicely with her dark skin...” That was good, darkie, don’t you think?” the man said, patting her hair while grabbing a strand of white hair to wipe his cock clean with. Viconia looked down, not wanting to acknowledge anything else but herself, her mind trying to shut out what she had just done....but her efforts were ruined when the door opened and she heard another voice, „ Hey, Pa'!”

A small whimper of terror escaped Viconia’s mouth as she saw Kalin, one of the two sons of Alius entering the house.
“Hey, how was the work?” the father asked.
“Fine” Kalin responded but his eyes were already fixed on Viconia, who was still kneeling on the floor. “Ha! Seems you were busy, pa” he laughed, noticing cum on the drow’s cheek.
“Yeah, she gives terrific head. I’m surprised you two don’t make her suck your cocks more often.”
“What can I say” Kalin said approaching his slave and circling her a few times, admiring her body as she kept her head down. “I prefer fucking her cunt, it’s so tight. And how she squeals!”

“Well, I’m older I prefer her doing most of the work” Alius continued to speak about their victim as if she wasn’t there. “And when this dirty cocksucker is using her mouth, slurping and sucking and moaning around my dick… ah, wonderful feeling. By the way, where is your brother?” Alius asked and laughed as a Viconia let a small sigh of fear and shot a terrified glance at the door.
“He went to put the tools back” Kalin said, wasting no more time and releasing his cock. “I’d better fuck the bitch right away.”
“Yes, your brother sometimes is a bit too enthusiastic about lil’ darkie here.” Alius smiled evily.
“Who can blame him?” Kalin also smiled, approaching the kneeling priestess and touching her face with his half-erect cock. “But I’m not ready yet, what will we do about this darkie?” he asked mockingly and not waiting for the answer he pushed the drow hard to the floor.

Viconia gritted her teeth as her whipped back hit the floor. Soon this pain was replaced by an even stronger one as the peasant grabbed both of her nipples and began twisting them.
“Agh!” she cried out in pain as Kalin continued abusing her breasts. She knew there was no other thing that got his cock hard so fast as seeing her in pain. “Ugh, please stop…” it didn’t take her long to break her promise that she won’t beg, but the pain was becoming unbearable.
Seeing her misery Kalin just laughed and grabbed her tits hard, squeezing them with all his force.

“I beg you, stop, it hurts, it aaagh! Stop pleeeaaagh, goddess no, aaa!” Viconia’s pleads quickly turned into anguished wailing as Kalin twisted her nipple with one hand and rammed his second hand into her sore pussy, pinched her tender insides hard and began jerking and twisting it.
“You want me to stop? Take me in your mouth bitch!” he barked an order kneeling near her face, withdrawing his hand and bringing his now fully erect cock to her lips.

Viconia hated herself for being forced to pleasure a man with her mouth for the second time but she simply didn’t think that she could bear her abused pussy being raped again. She obediently opened her mouth and when Kalin pushed his cock in she began licking and sucking it as though she was an eager participant.

“It feels good doesn’t it” Alius asked also kneeling near the drow and putting his finger inside her pussy, while she was pleasuring his son.
“Mpff” Viconia made a small moan around the large member in her mouth as she felt his finger enter her but didn’t stop sucking and slurping on his organ.
However, her hopes of bringing him to climax and avoiding a merciless rape were shattered as Kalin stood up and took his father’s place. He rammed his fingers again into her snatch, probing it and unbound her legs with another one. It took him no time to kneel near her and force her legs open with his knees.

“Spread them bitch, that’s what you’re good for!” he barked as he sensed her resisting and grabbed her breasts hard, causing his slave to cry out in pain again. He took off his clothes and knelt near her crotch, touching the outer lips of her pussy with his rock-hard member in a seemingly teasing manner.
When they caught Viconia, Alius used candle wax to get rid of her pubic hair so now a pink slit was clearly visible on her dark skin. Kalin grabbed the drow’s hips and plunged his cock into her warm, tight but also dry and sore snatch. He smiled evily as she cried out in pain, withdrew his cock so that only its head was in and rammed the entire length of his member into her in one strong thrust. He lied on her grabbing her left tit and squeezing and jerking it hard.

“Oh, please, leave me, get off” Viconia begged feeling his hard dick move in and out of her abused pussy, pounding her mercilessly. Kalin’s hand meanwhile was groping her tit bringing wave after wave of pain.
“Yes, you feel so good… you are a great fuck darkie, I love being in you, fucking your tight snatch, feeling your trembling, wavering body under mine” Kalin whispered into his slave’s ear as he continued fucking her.
As he loved the feeling of her gentle body pinned under him and feeling her abused breasts against his chest Viconia hated every moment of this. He was much too large, his cock was filling her tight hole, hurting her and his massive body weighted to much, crushing her under him. Kalin was still sweaty from his work on the field, his hands and skin were rough and breath foul as he licked her neck.

Through her pain and Kalin's grunts of pleasure, she heard Alius laugh, slowly stroking his cock as he watched his son abuse their slave without pity. „ Son...I'm really proud of you”, he said, grinning. Kalin's face practically glowed with pride and pleasure as he continued to rape Viconia, his cock stretching her already sore cunt wide, every single inch of it burning agony as it slid back and forth inside her tight and dry fuckhole. It shamed her a great deal, but in the beginning, Viconia had tried to gain pleasure from the rapes, to ease the pain by getting wet...but it hadn't worked.
It hurt her body and pride far too much to be a slave to these primitives, to feel their whip on her skin and their cocks inside her body...there was no way she could get aroused by this. Squirming underneath him, trying to get away, if not from his thrusting rapetool, then at least his hands which continued to squeeze, pinch and pull her bruised breasts...Viconia had always been proud of her larger-than average chest but she had regretted her pride by now as her breasts had become the center of attention for them...not just for their hands but for the whips as well...

Tears ran down her cheeks as she was forced to endure the pain of being raped for what must have been the twentieth time at the very least. Every single inch of her body hurt...her bruises, her tits...her lower body was a raging inferno as the massive cock continued to plunder it...her shoulders and hands ached terribly from being forced flat against the floor underneath her own body and that of her rapist...” Oh goddes, please...please let it stop...”, she whimpered between grunts and cries of pain even though she knew that Shar wouldn't lift a divine finger to help her. She was paying the price for her weakness...for being trusting instead of behaving like a drow...and this was what she had to show for it...She well and truly was pathetic...

If it were not for the fact that some tiny speck of hope still remained within her, she would have prayed for a quick death days ago...but, as much as she cursed herself for it, she could not shake off the idea that there had to be some way out of this...maybe even some way to exact revenge. They were not the smartest people around and they were only human...” Pay attention!” Alius' yell was accompanied by a hard slap to her face, tearing her away from any plans and considerations she might make. She looked up at him and noticed that he had begun to rub his semi-hard cock against her quivering lips. „ Lick it...I want to get ready for another round when my sons are done!”
Shivering with revulsion, Viconia parted her lips and allowed her nimble tongue to slide out and play across the shiny head of his cock, licking alongside it and teasing the shaft with her pink tongue while still crying from the brutal rape she endured.

Kalin had begun to thrust harder and harder, increasing his pace, his balls slapping against her skin, her body rocked back and forth by the power of his thrusts. Viconia knew he was close...he never lasted long inside her...but this time, she did not even hope that he might be the last for the moment...Alius' orders had been very clear...her tongue was still working to get his cock hard again for another session...would he take her mouth again? Or would she have to endure his hard member somewhere else?

„ Hey!” Another voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked to the side, unable to turn her head without stopping to tease Alius' cock with her tongue. Doran, the younger son, had just entered the cabin and his face lit up with cruel glee as he watched the rape taking place. „ If I'd known we were going to play with darkie, I'd have hurried up!” Overeager as always, he immediately took out his cock and began to jerk, impatiently watching his brother abuse the drow, yearning for the moment when he'd be finished. Viconia shuddered...now it would get even worse...

„ Hnnngh..oh by the gods, yesss....darkie! I'm cumming..I'm cumming!” Kalin yelled, slapping her tits hard enough to make her squeal in pain right before his cock began to shoot wave after wave of hot cum into her sore pussy, the sensation making her whimper in shame and agony.

With his last spurts, he pulled out, allowing another thick line of cum to splatter right across her tits and flat belly, soiling her immaculate grey skin. Breathing heavily, he looked down upon the drow, his gaze travelling down her body and to her abused cunt from where a small puddle of cum was already leaking. „ I hope we'll make her clean that up later”, he said but was interrupted by his brother, „ Yeah, whatever...now I want to have a go!”
Viconia suddenly felt Alius’ cock withdrew from her mouth. The man stood, stroking it slowly and turned to his younger son.

“Here, grab a piece of this ass” he laughed as Doran grabbed Viconia and effortlessly lifted her body which already began to tremble with fear at the anticipation of another rape.
What was even worse, Viconia knew all too well which hole did Doran prefer. While Alius liked her to suck or fuck him, doing all the work and Kalin got hard seeing and making her suffer, Doran had simpler pleasures in mind. This simpleton liked to fuck her, simple as that. But he used to rape her in the most brutal way of the whole three and took a special interest in the drow’s ass.

Her dark thoughts were interrupted when Doran placed her on a bench next to the table. He put her so that her ass was on it raised, while she was kneeling and her tits and face were on the floor. Viconia’s worst fears proved to be true as she felt his cock touching her tiny asshole.
“No, not there, please – I’ll suck you, I’ll make it good” even as she was speaking those words, hating herself for saying this she knew that it would be in vain and tried to brace herself and get ready for the coming pain.
Although she had experienced it more than once before, no amount of experience could make her ready for the pain that erupted when Doran began to force his long and thick member into her tightest hole.

“Noooo!” Viconia wailed like a banshee, when the man began slowly but steadily pushing his cock inside her ass. It felt like she was being ripped in two as he found a steady rhythm and began to pound her hole causing her lower part of the body to transform into a virtual inferno of pain. Her legs trembled and convulsed as the organ was moving deep in her body.
“Oh yes, you are so tight!” Doran laughed, moving in her sore hole.
“Goddess… stop… oh, please…” Viconia begged and pleaded, sobbing in agony and shame as her rapist continued to fuck her delicate body in the most painful way possible. She knew that if she managed to relax, the pain would probably be lesser but as she couldn’t arouse herself to make her pussy wet, even if it meant a less painful rape session, she couldn’t also do anything but fight the invading cock, as a reward earning a wave after wave of pain, radiating from her ass to her whole body.

“Damn, we fuck you all the time and you are still so tight!” Doran whispered, lowering himself on the drow’s whipped back and grabbing her tits.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” Viconia felt her shame, pain and degradation transform into a burning rage and knowing she will regret it later she cried “Ugh, you sick bastards, get… aaaah, off me, you sick idiots… ugh, no, I beg you, leave me alone”

“You try to insult me you ungrateful bitch” Doran barked pinching and twisting Viconia’s nipples, creating new sources of pain on her already abused body “I’ll make you eat this words, you fucking whore” he whispered grabbing her hip with one hand and beginning to move faster in her and thrusting his cock even deeper.

Viconia let out a long, drawn-out wail of agony as he began to pound into her ass faster and faster. He was a strong man and even though her ass was still incredibly tight, even after dozens of rape sessions, he managed to force his entire cock into her with each thrust, the intrusion making her ass clench hard around him, adding to his pleasure but making the pain so much worse...she cried out as Doran pulled on her sensitive nipples hard, pinching them between his fingers as he rode her ass, snarling, „ That's...what we get...for giving you...shelter...food...and for not killing you? You insult us?” He smacked the back of her head, releasing her nipples just so he could deliver a series of painful slaps to her perfectly formed asscheeks...
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„ Oh goddess...please stooop”, Viconia howled, throwing her head from side to side in an attempt to somehow deal with the pain...but as usual, there was no way to deal with it...no way to escape the burning, the shame and the revulsion...she felt her tits scrape against the rough floor, her entire body rocked back and forth by his violent thrusts. „ Never...I'll never stop....not when...I got such a perfect...ass to fuck!” Doran laughed. Alius was watching, stroking his cock which was slowly returning to full hardness again. „ The best thing is that she's an elf...she won't age!” he said, „ so we will always have a young slave to rape!”

„ Yeah, dad...life is good!” Kalin said, leaning down to spit in Viconia's face, only adding to her disgust and shame. „ You hear that, darkie? We'll rape you until we're old men! Every single day!” Viconia barely listened. All her senses were flooded by the pain she was feeling, by the powerful thrusts into her tight, unlubricated asshole and the scraping, burning sensation the cock caused against her sensitive inner walls which had not recovered since the last rape....her fingers dug into the hard mud floor as she grit her teeth to keep herself from screaming again...but it didn't help...only a moment later, she was once again howling her lungs out as had pulled out all the way...only to ram his entire length back in, his groin slapping against her asscheeks.

Viconia was desperate enough to consider knocking her head into the floor until she passed out...but she knew that, when she woke up, even worse horrors would await her. Intelligence these humans might lack...but they could be terribly inventive when it came to ways to rape and humiliate her....as if this wasn’t bad enough already! „ Hnnngh...hnnngh....please...you can't do this forever....”, she whimpered, not exactly directed at them, more at the cosmos in general, in the frantic, desperate hope that maybe they would eventually tire of this....

„ Oh, I can....hnnngh...that is...after I've cum thanks to your tight little ass!” Doran groaned loudly, pumping his cock into her a few more times before suddenly pulling out...just in time for his cock to shoot his enormous load all over her asscheeks and back, the white lines splattering across her bruised, dark skin, befouling her further....but at least this was over. Sniffling, trying to bite back the sobs, Viconia allowed herself to feel some relief...until she heard Alius say, „ Alright, boys...I think I'm ready again..what say you we enjoy her as a family?”

“Family is the most important, isn’t it bitch?” Doran laughed throwing Viconia to the floor in the centre of the room. “Maybe we switch her holes? Buggering her ass gets kinda boring!”
“I’ll take it” Kalin smiled “It must hurt the bitch more than everything and I so love hearing her cry and beg…”
“You won’t hear much with my dick stuffed deep into her sweet mouth” Doran said, as he and his brother began to circle their victim like hungry wolves. “Of course if that’s all right with you, Pa?”

“Nah, no problem. I’ll take her cunt, she will do most of the work” Alius gestured towards one of the doors. “Take her to the bedroom, laying on the floor is good for dirty bitches like her, not for me.” Having said that he opened the door and entered the bedroom.
Like the whole hut it was rather poor, without even basic furniture, just some chests for clothes, a table with a chair (ropes still laying on it, a remainder of a session when the family tied Viconia to the chair and took turns whipping her) and a really large bed.

Alius climbed it at lied down on his back, stroking his erect cock. “Put the bitch here!” He ordered to his sons, who obediently lifted Viconia, each taking on of her arms and legs, spreading them wide.

“Leave me alone!” Viconia cried out seeing as she is brought to Alius’ erect cock, waiting for her. “Haven’t you had enough?! Leave me alone you filthy scum!” the drow shouted in anger, fury feeling better than shame. They’d rape her anyway, again and again so what use there was in begging? She could at least face them… but even as she thought this, she knew it to be a lie. As soon as they would begin another painful rape session, taking her sore pussy and her abused ass she would begin to beg for them to stop. And if they decided to whip her, hitting her breasts, back, ass and legs, she would promise them everything to make them stop.

“Darkie is quite feisty today, isn’t she?” Alius laughed and after his next words Viconia’s spirit sank even further “We will teach her how to address us, with a nice whip. Put her on already!”

The priestess tried twisting her body as she felt being lowered on his rock hard member. A small whimper escaped her mouth as she felt Alius’ dick entering her, her sore, tight pussy enveloping it. The peasant’s sons let her go then, leaving her kneeling on the bed, impaled on the man’s dick, her hands tied still behind her back which made her tits stand out even more. Alius wouldn’t be himself if he wouldn’t have grabbed her swollen breasts and began playing with them, groping, squeezing, jerking, pinching and twisting them which brought moan after moan of pain from Viconia’s mouth.
What was even worse, in a heartbeat Doran and Kalin were on the bed, the former moving his cock to her full lips and the latter teasing her tiny asshole with his dick.

„ You know what to do!” Doran said, pushing his cockhead against her lips. His cock was hard again, despite him having just shot a load after raping her ass. Viconia scrunched her face in disgust, trying to turn her head away, but his hands shot forward lightning-quick, grabbing her head and preventing any escape. But still, she would not open her mouth, trying her best to keep at least a tiny measure of defiance...even though she knew it would not last long. „ Open your mouth, darkie!” Doran yelled at her, changing his grip so he could deliver a vicious backhanded slap to her face, turning her right cheek dark and bringing more tears to her eyes. „ Hmmm...yes, make her move”, Alius chuckled from beneath her, still molesting her abused tits. Viconia had to grit her teeth to avoid crying out, knowing that Doran would immediately use that to stuff his cock into her mouth...and she knew he liked to brutally throatfuck her, even more than his father, who was lazy enough to simply let her suck him most of the time.

„ Don't worry, Pa...I'll make her squirm enough for you”, she heard Kalin say from behind, the sneer on his face evident in his voice. He was grabbing her round, dark asscheeks, spreading them prodding at her tiny anal opening with his cock without actually entering her yet, simply loving the way she tensed up each time his cock touched the entrance to her tightest hole. „ Are you afraid of me, darkie? Are you afraid of my big hard cock raping your little asshole? Are you scared of how much it'll hurt?” he whispered into her ear, leaning forward, his cock resting between her asscheeks. Again, Viconia felt rage rise up within her, despite the pain in her cunt and the humiliating position she was in...but she could not voice it without opening her mouth...and thus letting Doran's cock in. Doran, meanwhile, was obviously losing his patience, brutally slapping her face before Alius caught his wrist from beneath. „ Stop it, son...don't damage her beauty...she'll get her...reward soon enough.”

This sentence alone sent a shiver down Viconia's spine...she didn't know what exactly he had in mind...but she feared it would at the very least include his dreaded horsewhip...
And then the time for reflections on her possible future was over...without any consideration for her, Kalin began to slide his cockhead into her asshole, groaning as her tightness gripped him hard immediately. Viconia's eyes flew wide open and she opened her mouth to scream...but said scream was cut short by Doran mercilessly ramming his cock past her lips and down her throat, making her gag hard and tense up completrely...much to Alius' and Doran's delight.

„ Yesss...ride our cocks, bitch!” Alius groaned, squeezing Viconia's tits hard, reveling in the sensations of her tight cunt pleasuring his cock as she was rocked back and forth under his son's violent thrusts. Kalin did not waste much time, immediately pushing his cock all the way in before starting a merciless rhythm that sent her lower body ablaze with agony. Viconia screamed and cried as much as she could but all that came out was a series of muffled gargles as her throat was pounded by Doran. He took her face just as he'd taken her ass...hard, deep and rapidly, leaving her poor throat sore within heartbeats. But the pain in her ass was so much worse...Kalin enjoyed riding her tightest hole with long, hard strokes, occasionally even pulling out, then ramming his entire length back in just to cause her more pain.

There was no way for her to relax now, her body tense and clenching all her holes, maximising the pain for her and the pleasure for them....Viconia was close to passing out from the constant pain and the lack of air caused by the cock violating her mouth and throat, sliding in and out between her stretched lips, Kalin's heavy balls slapping her saliva-covered chin...but she never fully crossed over...still remaining conscious...still feeling all the horrible pain...still feeling how her very soul was chipped away at, thrust by thrust...she barely felt the hands grasping her tits anymore, the pain radiating from her lower body being so much worse...

„ Hnngh...I'm close...”, Alius finally announced, his cock throbbing hard inside Viconia's tight, abused pussy. „ Me too...that ass is just...too tight for anyone...to last long!” Kalin grunted, slapping her round asscheeks hard. „ I know...”, Doran chuckled, grabbing her head to hold her steady as he sank his entire lenght down her throat and kept it there, making her squirm in panic, much to the other mens' delight, „ And I...think I'm...oh yes...I'm cumming already!” he shouted, her convulsing throat having just brought him over the edge. Keeping her head steady, he closed his eyes as his cock filled her throat with his seed, making her gag so hard her entire body bucked...which gave Alius and Kalin that last speck of stimulation they needed...in the next moment, Viconia felt three cocks spurt their loads into her body...it was a truly awful feeling...terrible because it reduced her to a mere toy to them...and they always let her know that....each gangrape ended like this, with her being filled with their semen until she couldn't take it anymore...

Doran was the first to finish, pulling out to leave her gasping and coughing,, strands of cum between her lips and his cock with a few drops slowly running down her chin...next was Kalin, who smeared the last few drops onto her ass and sank back, happy and exhausted...

Viconia was also exhausted by the repeated rape she had endured. She knelt, still impaled on Alius’ cock which finally began to feel limp. Warm cum was leaking out of her cunt as well as other thoroughly used holes. She was breathing heavily, grateful to Shar at least for today her ordeal was over.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.

One strong push was enough to make her fly out of the bed to hard floor. “You’re soiling my bed, bitch!” Alius shouted, sitting on the bed and watching as his slave was just lying there, with cum leaking out of her abused fuckholes.

“Shit, now she’s soiling the floor” Kalin cursed “You don’t know when to stop, do you darkie?” he asked approaching the drow with his hand raised.
“Leave her” no one was more surprised than Viconia that the father stopped his son from hitting her. She gave him a shocked but grateful look and looked down at the floor again.
“What are we waiting for, Pa?” Doran asked.
“Now for nothing” Alius said with an evil grin and gestured toward a small pool of cum that has gathered under Viconia “See what you’ve done? Lick it up!” he ordered.

The drow sighed, she knew it Alius protecting her was too good to be true. Nevertheless she looked at him disoriented, not believing or not wanting to believe what she had been ordered to do.

“Go for the horsewhip” Alius said to Kalin, but before the older son could even move Viconia knelt on the floor, stuck out her tongue and began moving it, licking the hard surface of the floor, reeling in disgust, although it wasn’t much worse than other things she had been forced to take into her mouth.
“Keep your nice ass high darkie, we want to see it!” Alius demanded and Viconia obeyed, raising her cum-soaked and reddened ass and offering it for everyone to watch. She didn’t stop licking the floor for one second, circling the pool of cum with her tongue. She knew that she couldn’t clean it all, it was a pointless effort on her part, on theirs– just another way of humiliating her.

She yelped in pain and surprise as Alius suddenly brought his hand on her ass cheeks, smacking her ass a few times, very hard. “Not bad darkie” he said, entering two fingers in her cunt and then bringing them, covered in cum to her mouth. “Not wanting to anger the man further, Viconia parted her lips and began sucking on his fingers as Alius put them in. “Not bad. But you hesitated…”

“And you were ungrateful” Kalin added.
“Exactly” Alius nodded, withdrawing his fingers and smacking her ass again “You have to be punished. I’ll go for the whip boys… the whip and a surprise. You tie her up well. She’ll be doing a lot of jerking and twisting of that fine body in a heartbeat!” with this words he left, leaving Viconia terrified as both men approached her.

Kalin and Doran grabbed the drow, taking their time in order to feel her up again, hands squeezing her tits and ass just to see her squirm again. „ You know where we're going, darkie? To your favourite place!” Viconia gasped in horror and began to squirm harder, trying to wiggle out of their grasps but they held her firmly as they carried her outside. She knew very well what Kalin had meant by that and she abhorred the idea.... „You...you already raped me! I...I'm hurting all over! Why can't you just...leave me alone now?” she whimpered. „ Because you're filthy, ungrateful...and our fucktoy!” Doran answered, his hand smacking onto her left tit, making her howl beautifully.

Laughing and snickering, the two young men carried their writhing, helpless victim outside. Viconia whinced, closing her eyes tightly, feeling the rays of the sun stab her eyes even beneath tightly closed lids....the prickling on her skin felt like a thousand needles grazing her...” Please...at least...take me inside...”, she whispered, trying to turn her head away from the merciless noonday sun. „ No, no, no...you deserve going to your favourite place now!” Doran said, laughing at the irony in his words.

Viconia was blinded but she already knew where they were headed. Behind the hovel, there was a place out in the fields, far away from any prying eye...open to the elements and the burning sun. Alius had freed a circular area from any growth and built something there...

„ And there we are!” Kalin said after a few moments of hurried marching had passed. Unceremoniously, she was dropped onto the hard, bare ground, yelping in pain. She needn't open her eyes to know where she was...Alius, creative when it came to ways to humiliate her, had built a scaffolding to which a wooden wheel was attached. Four shackles were attached to the wheel, allowing someone – her, to be specific – to be placed in it in a spread-eagled position. Through clever use of joints and rods, the wheel could be turned either horizontally or vertically, depending on the situation...Viconia had spent quite a few days here, hating this place beyond anything else...and here, she was again...was there no end to her torments?

Roughly, Kalin cut open the bonds holding her hands behind her back. Viconia gasped as circulation returned to her wrists...but even if she wanted to, she could not escape. She was too weak....” Hurry up, boys!” she heard Alius's voice echo over the fields, followed by a crack of the dreaded whip... “ No...oh goddes...please no...”, she pleaded but the boys didn't listen, affixing her wrists and ankles to the wheel, leaving her in a spread-eagled position and possibly even more helpless than before....

“I beg you, don’t do it” Viconia whispered to Alius “You’ve raped me, you’ve fucked me already. I’m sore, it hurts so much…”
“Which makes it even better!” Alius laughed. Apart from his whip he had something else there, something he put on the ground outside of her sight.
“Listen to her! Where’s her feisty attitude now?” Kalin said with a smile and again began groping and grabbing her breasts. “Does a little wheel terrify you so much? Poor thing…” he ended mockingly and stepped back.

“Don’t do… aaah!” Viconia’s pleads were suddenly interrupted by the whip, landing on her flat belly, leaving a reddish mark, contrasting with her dark skin and the white cum on her. “Please, I… aaah, nooo!” she cried out again, as another stroke landed, this time on her right thigh, causing an explosion of pain that seemed to chase of all other thoughts.

“You really aren’t very smart, are you darkie?” Alius laughed touching her breasts gently with his whip. “Your begging and crying and pleading makes it even better. Hearing your trembling voice, seeing this pain in your eyes… it’s almost as good as fucking you raw!” he added, swinging his whip again, hitting the drow’s right breasts and bringing an exquisite shriek of pain and torment that turned into a long moan.

“Oooh, don’t… I can’t stand it, please, I just can’t stand it anymore” Viconia pleading, her spirit sinking again. How little it took to reduce her, a priestess of Shar and an adventurer who dealt with threats in the Underdark to a begging and pleading wreck of a person. “Aaah!” she wailed as another slash landed on her breasts causing her to strain against her bonds in pain. They loved so much to hurt her poor tits, to grope and whip and jerk her wondrous, perfect globes, twisting and pinching her sensitive dark nipples, causing her to squirm under each touch.

“Watch this!” Alius shouted and slashed the whip, twisting his hand just before it hit the drow. The whip landed on her pink, sore pussy, exposed by her legs having been spread by the wheel.
Pain enveloped Viconia’s whole body, engulfing her in torment. She barely felt the another strike landing on her abdomen as she still felt the stinging burning pain on her most sensitive area. She simply couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Please… ugh… you’ve done… enough…” she gasped, swallowing her tears that run down her cheeks, smearing the dried cum. “I can’t take anymore, I simply can’t, no, not anymore, I can’t!”
“Maybe you can’t” Alius nodded slowly, observing the shriveling body tied in front of him “But you sure will get more!” he laughed, hitting her pussy again.

Viconia gave a voiceless scream, her body tensing again as another wave of excruciating pain overcame her. She didn’t even realize that she was sobbing and crying in the most pathetic way possible. She couldn’t stop writhing in pain but each move she made caused her abused body to hurt even more.
Suddenly the world itself shifted for her and she found herself lying on the wheel, which was now placed horizontally. She closed and opened her eyes and was rewarded by large doses of cum landing on her face, hair, neck and tits. Alius finished jerking off on her, buckled his pants, and smeared the cum on her tits, his touch causing them to hurt even more. Then he wiped his hand in the drow’s hair and stepped back. Viconia noticed that Kalin now had the whip.

“I’m done, she’s all yours” Alius told his sons “You know what to do, when you’re finished” he ended with a smile.
She could see Kalin look over to the side, seeing something outside her view and grin. Whatever it was...it couldn't be good.. Shivering with disgust at the sensation of fresh cum on her skin, she closed her eyes again, the sun still stabbing into them as if with daggers. But that pain was secondary to the torment she was already going through.

Her pussy hurt more than it had during the rape, the whip slashes having been strong and vicious, causing a throbbing, hammering pain to radiate from between her legs. „ Think you can do that trick, too?” Doran asked, sounding eager. Viconia wished he couldn't...she could not stand another hit at her exposed, sore pussy...she just couldn't. „ Not sure...but I can certainly try!” She heard the creaking sound she already knew, followed by the sensation of the wheel being turned vertically again, causing some of the cum on her skin to disgustingly slide down her body, hanging from her chin in long, disgusting strands before falling onto her sore tits.

She heard Kalin take a step back but did not dare opening her eyes again...she was still afraid that she might go blind if her eyes got hit by the sunlight long enough, a danger that was actually real for many drow trapped on the surface for too long...blind, she would not be able to escape ever...and she could not let that happen. „ You can do it!” she heard Doran encourage his brother, now wanting more than ever to rip his heart out...but who was she kidding? She could be happy if she managed to escape eventually...

The whip slashed through the air and Viconia grit her teeth, her entire body tensing up in the wheel as she prepared for another stroke...but it hit the inside of her thigh instead. The pain was still fierce enough to make her howl in agony but at least he hadn't mastered the trick yet. „ Damn! Darkie, don't move!” As if she could, Viconia thought. All she could manage was turn a slight bit but that was not enough to protect her pussy...another stroke hit her, this time hitting her other thigh. Again, she screamed, trembling in her bonds. „ Oh goddess, please! Stop....I'll...suck you again....you can even have my...ass...or...”, she swallowed, panting, „ if you want to whip me...hit me somewhere else...please!” The boys laughed...and then the whip cracked again, across both tits. Viconia grit her teeth, letting out another scream. „ I can have any hole you want anyway, bitch! And I want to learn Pa's trick!”

Again, the whip slashed through the noonday air...hitting closer but still only grazing the inside of her thigh. Viconia cried out again, sobbing and screaming as a series of slashes hit her, all of them aimed at her pussy but all of them just hitting her legs, her belly, the soft inside of her thighs...she lost count of how many times the whip had landed on her as all was lost in a daze of pain...but finally, she heard Kalin throw the whip to the floor with an angry huff. „ You'll get the hang of it...we can try again tomorrow!” Doran calmed his brother, his words sinking Viconia's heart.

She heard someone come closer and then a slap hit her face hard. „ I want to make you scream like Pa does...and when I know how, I'll whip your pussy so hard it'll feel as if you've been raped by a giant...”, Kalin whispered, reaching down to jam three fingers at once into her swollen cunt, making Viconia throw her head back, arching her back in pain. „ Want to whip her, too, brother?” „ No...not in the mood at the moment...also, Pa said never to overdo it. Even a bitch like that needs rest or she'll die on us. Let's just feed her some more cum and then...”, his brother responded, his steps approaching her. Again, the wheel was tilted and she felt the shadows of the two loom over her once she was horizontal again. „ Open your mouth for our cum...and open your eyes while you drink our...tribute”, Kalin said, laughing, „ or I'll tell Pa you've been ungrateful again...”

At least her face was in their shadow now, she thought, opening her eyes to see the two brothers jerk their cocks rapidly over her face. Knowing that to disobey would bring even more pain...and she did not want Alius to return...she parted her trembling lips, waiting for their seed...
She didn’t have to wait long, the first dose of Doran’s cum landed on her face almost immediately. Seeing as her beautiful face was once again soiled by the sticky liquid Kalin began to cum as well.

“Aaah… stick out your tongue… aaaah… darkie” he said, gasping in pleasure. The drow did as she was commanded and felt the salty tasting juice landing on it.
Doran started move his cock, jerking cum on her neck and tits while Kalin continued to shoot load after load on her face, into her eyes and into her mouth. Luckily, after having cum twice before they didn’t have a lot of spunk left and it was quickly over. Viconia’s relief was short-lived as Kalin slapped her cheek with his limp cock and ordered her to “clean it up”.

She didn’t have to ask how he wanted her to clean it, just parting her lips and allowing Kalin to put the cockhead in. Viconia began to lick and slurp on the head, feeling the taste of cum in her mouth for third time today. On the other hand, once more – what difference did it make? – she tried to convince herself licking on the member. Finally Kalin withdrew it and Doran took his place.

“You really like doing it, don’t you darkie?” he laughed “You really are hungry for more and more cock. Don’t you worry, you’ll be getting it again and again, hope you won’t get fed up with it!” he mocked her as he stepped back. “Now we are done… almost!” he said.

Viconia wasn’t sure whether she would like to know what he meant by this but she suddenly felt Doran grab her hips, raising them in a way that exposed not only her pussy but also her asshole. Fear overcame her as she saw Kalin approaching her with two large… phalluses made of wood. He couldn’t have had in mind to put it in her?

“No, don’t please, just leave me, I’m all sore, all sore, please, it hurts, don’t do it” she began to beg as he placed the first of the penises near the entrance to her tight, abused ass. “Nooooo! Aaaah!” she screamed like a banshee as Kalin grinning evilly rammed the fake cock in her ass with two strong thrusts. She felt as if she was torn apart, the wooden phallus buried in her tight ass burning in pain like a torch. “Aaaaaa- mpfff!” her scream was interrupted as Doran pushed a smaller wooden penis connected to a leather belt to her open mouth, causing her to gag on it. He fastened this gag around her face, securing it.

“Nnn… tk ttt… nnn… gdddsss….” She tried to beg but only pathetic whimpers escaped her mouth. And then Kalin rammed another penis up her poor, abused, swollen cunt piercing her whole body with excruciating pain. She was all sore down below after the repeated rapes and even more after the whipping and the hard wooden penis stretched her even more. “Plsss…” she begged.

“We’re going to the city now, darkie” Doran said “See you tomorrow!”
“But we won’t you to get bored, we know how hungry you are for cock” Kalin added “So we are leaving these behind” he laughed seeing as Viconia started to twist her body against the ropes, begging with her eyes “Don’t you worry, we’ll give you real cocks soon. Have fun!” With these words both men turned to leave.

A terrible realization came to the priestess – they were going to leave her here, like that: tied spread-eagle to the wheel, with all her holes stuffed by long and thick wooden penises and worst of all – under the merciless Sun. Her pleading wails were so strong that they were hard, although as a whimper, even through the gag.
“Why all the shouting” Kalin said mockingly “Some time on fresh air will make you feel better.”

“Maybe she is worried about the weather” Doran suggested smiling.
“Don’ you worry then, darkie” Kalin answered “The Sun is shining beautifully and there are no clouds. Enjoy!” Laughing all men went back to the hut leaving Viconia trying in vain to scream, beg, even offer her holes to them just to be taken inside.

“Mpphhh… plsss…” small moans were the only thing that escaped her stuffed mouth until she had no strength left. Her holes were sore after repeated rape and from the thick objects brutally rammed into her, her tits and thighs reddened after whipping, cum covering her body and face, leaking from her thoroughly used fuckholes and the merciless Sun piercing her body with thousands of needles. Viconia just hoped that the night would come before she went crazy from the pain…

Time stretched to infinity as she hung there, helpless, her entire body one big bruise, each of her holes aching terribly from the forced intrusions, stretched wide around the fake cocks. The thought that Alius had made them especially for her sickened her...to spend so much time just to violate her in more creative ways...it once again brought home the fact that there was no way they would ever stop...not if she couldn't somehow make them stop...and the chances of that were slim.

Feeling the cum slide down her face and body and dry on her dark skin, she hung her head, trying to ignore the stinging pain from the sun and the headaches it caused. Her temple throbbed and her eyes stung, the insides of her eyelids still way too illuminated for her. How could it have come to this? How could she have ever trusted them? Unbidden memories began to drift upwards through her increasingly clouded mind...

Under the guise of a dark hood and some disgusing spells, she had bought a lonely cabin close to the hovel of Alius...in fact, he and his sons had been her only neighbours. All she had wanted was to be left alone by then, to be free of her own people and anyone else, for that matter. But still, there had been a few occasions when she had met the man and his sons, having to ask them for help or helping them out in a bid to ingratiate herself. They'd always seemed nice, friendly and helpful...good people, if a bit isolated.

It was during one night, when Alius had met her strolling through the fields, that she'd finally told him who and what she was. By now, she knew it had been the biggest mistake of her life, but back then, all had ended so well...he'd been taken aback at first, of course, but then had shrugged and said that, as long as she had no intention of sacrificing him or his sons to some dark goddess, then everything was fine.

A day later, she'd found a letter on her doorstep inviting her over for a nice neighbourly meal now that she didn't have to hide anymore. Viconia remembered being amused as she read the clumsy letters, clearly penned down by someone to whom literacy was only a distant acquaintance. And then she had made her second grave mistake..she had agreed.

The dinner had turned out nicely...with them being cordial and friendly enough...until Alius had barred the doors and told Viconia to strip, telling her in no uncertain words that she was theirs now,as „payment” for keeping her secret from others. Viconia, infuriated, had tried to strike them down with magic...but Doran had knocked her out cold with a wooden log.

And her first sensation upon waking up had been pain...the pain of a man thrusting his cock deeply into her pussy. Alius had been on top of her, sweating, grunting, raping her with his big cock, causing her to scream out in pain and rage...and then in frustration as she found her hands bound tightly behind her back, preventing her from using her magic. His sons had cheered him on as he raped her right on the floor of their hovel, pumping his load right into her cunt before letting his sons take his place...

From that point forward, her life had become the miserable hell it was now., an endless series of degradations and violations....but still, some things stood out. Like the day she was brougth here for the first time, shackled to a frame that would eventually be replaced by the wheel...and then Alius showed his sons how to properly whip her, crisscrossing her back, tits and ass with painful strokes that left her wailing and crying for the first time...and she remembered this as the first time she actually begged them to stop...especially after his sons had been allowed a turn to whip her. But it had not ended then...they had, of course, raped her brutally...

And then, the most painful and humiliating moment ever...they'd come into the cellar where she was held and Alius had kicked her until she was on her stomach. Then, kneeling down, grabbing her asscheeks and spreading them, he had told his sons that there was another hole that was just great to fuck. „ No...no, not there...not there!” Viconia had yelled but there had been no point in resisting even then. Laughing, making sure his sons could watch, he had then begun to push his cock into her asshole...which had never been entered by anything, ever! Viconia had panicked, thrashing about and screaming to high heavens as he'd begun to rape her ass with slow, long strokes, enjoying her clenching as she hadn’t had any experience with this kind of sex before...Viconia had never felt more degraded in her life – which, for a drow priestess, was saying something.

The way he simply used her asshole for his pleasure, not caring for lubrication, not caring how hard it was to enter her...his cock stretching her hole too wide to be comfortable...she'd howled, she'd pleaded, she'd sobbed...she had been utterly pathetic. But this had turned them on even more and moments later, after he'd cum over her asscheeks, Kalin had taken her ass, then Doran...and from that point forward, there was no day when she would get out of the rape sessions without her ass being violated...and she hated every second of it.

So much, in fact, that finally, when it was time for...that again, she had looked at Alius with her most pleading expression and asked him, „ Please...would you...maybe allow me to...do something else? Use my...my mouth on you?” After considering this, he'd agreed, much to her relief and, even though she hated herself for it, she'd done her best to pleasure him with her mouth and tongue...licking his cock, lapping at his balls with her tongue...sucking it, taking it deeply into her mouth and throat...until he'd cum, making her swallow his seed. She'd served his sons afterwards and for this day, she'd indeed been spared another assrape. But the next day, only Alius had allowed her to finish him with her mouth...Doran was still pounding away at her ass only moments later...

This and more degrading scenes flittered through her mind as the sun leeched away her strength...
Her on her knees, being forced to jerk them off into a cup which she then had to empty...and afterwards, a lengthy whipping because she had not been able to drink every last drop...
Bouncing up and down on Doran's cock in her ass, crying in shame at being made to participate in her rape in this way while Kalin jerked off onto her face...
Alius beneath her, making her ride his cock while Doran used the whip on her back....
Oh goddess, when would she ever be free of them???

Chapter II
When Viconia opened her eyes, she was laying in the cellar again. She’s never thought that she would be so glad to lie on this hard, cold floor. At least she was far from the wheel and the merciless Sun.

They have left her there for almost an entire day. She was laying there, spread-eagle on the wheel, feeling every bruise on her body, covered in sweat, cum and teats, writhing as her whole body felt to be on fire under the burning sun. Only in the late afternoon Alius came, gave her some water and, of course, made her drink his cum again. She begged him to bring her home, to tie her up in the cellar, she offered him her mouth and ass, her speech barely coherent after keeping the large wooden dick in her mouth for hours. He just laughed, slapped her face and left her again.

The night was cold, but for her it was a relief. She even slept, images of her capture and rape tormenting her even in her dreams. And in the morning the sun came again, filling her with pain and agony. When at the morning Alius untied her and took her to the house she was barely conscious. She wasn’t even able to suck him off, but for some reason he didn’t even mind – he just brutally face-fucked her and shot his entire load down her throat to her belly as her throat just worked swallowing dose after dose of the liquid. Then he left her and she slept again resting.

He came twice more, each time bringing some food - scraps of his table that she was usually fed, mixed with cum. She ate it nevertheless and then, as he ordered thanked him as a good little doggie, licking even his feet. The last thing the priestess wanted, was to anger him and spend some more time on the wheel.

The next day both Doran and Kalin returned. Of course the first thing the whole trio did was to rape her, again. This time she was laying on the bed as Kalin was doing her pussy, unleashing his frenzy that he had to be without her body for a full day.

‘I had to hire a whore, you know? She wasn’t very good looking, far from you’ he said, thrusting furiously into her tender pussy. ‘But I imagined it was you. She complained that it hurt, ha! You don’t complain. You take everything! Everything!’ he shouted, twisting her nipples and moving faster and faster.

‘Uggghhh!’ Viconia could only moan in response, as her head was dangling from the side of the bed and her throat was being mercilessly fucked by Alius. In this position he had no problems of pushing the entire shaft of his cock into her mouth, slapping her face with his hairy balls and forcing the muscles of her throats to massage him. ‘Nnnn…’ Viconia sobbed around the huge cock as she felt Kalin shoot his loads in her snatch. When Alius came it was Doran’s turn who took her ass, as usually.

Only after they’ve raped her raw, Alius looked at her and said. ‘My boys were in the city and spread a word among some of our friends. We’re going to have a party in three days time and you’ll be the guest of honor.’ He smiled as her face became pale in terror ‘You’d be amazed how much people are willing to pay to screw a sexy fuck-toy like you. You’ll see’ he said, as the boys dragged her back to the cellar, leaving her to wait for the party – a waiting interrupted only by the family coming to feed and rape her.

So, Viconia was left to languish alone in the cellar, dreading the moment when Alius would take her upstairs again for the ...party. She had been brutally surprised when he'd announced it...she knew he was depraved but this...this she hadn't expected...and the thought of being forced to service a dozen people terrified her.
Each waking moment when she was not eating, being raped or recovering from another brutal violation, she tested her bonds, hoping against all experience to find some flaw in her restraints or something in the barren cellar tzhat was usable as a weapon...but each time she tried, she ended up more disappointed than before, often quietly crying herself to sleep again. It was hopeless...no matter how much she tried to deny it...she would have to suffer through the...party.

So it was with a mixture of utter dread and resignation that she looked up when the door opened once more on that fateful third day. ‘ Rise and shine, darkie!’ Alius announced as he went down the stairs, holding something in his hand which she recognized as a leash and a collar. ‘ Time to get you ready for the party!’ Viconia swallowed hard, looking at him as he came closer and began to work on her bonds. ‘ Please...don't...Just...rape me and be done...I can't do this...’, she whispered desperately.

‘ And disappoint all my guests? No way!’ Alius shook his head, freeing her hands, absolutely confident in her inability to fight him...and he had every right to be...weakened by the constant abuses and knowing that his sons were probably close by, Viconia would not dare raise a hand against him. All she could do was groan as her wrists and ankles began to painfully prickle, blood flow fully restored. ‘ Now...wear this and follow me...’, Alius said, fastening the collar around her neck, tugging at the leash.

Giving an approving nod, he turned around and started to get out again. Viconia tried to get up to follow him, but the moment he saw her trying to stand on her wobbling knees, he tugged hard enough to make her fall forward with a pained groan. ‘ On hands and knees! This is a dog collar, so behave like a good doggie!’ Viconia glared at him, not wanting to believe what he'd just said, but his next words once again brought terror to her heart, ‘ Or do you want the wheel again?’ ‘ No...no...I'll do it...I'll crawl...’ ‘Good’, he said, then walked up the stairs, tugging at the leash, forcing the drow to hurry on all fours in order to follow him.

Outside, she closed her eyes again to shield them from the sun, now only led by the leash...and soon finding out that they were not going back inside. Instead, they marched into the fields, the rough ground hurting against her hands and knees, small stones scraping her. Were they...were they heading towards...no....’ Oh goddess, no...not the wheel...’, she whimpered before he cry was cut short by Alius tugging hard on the leash, nearly choking her. ‘ You're not getting the wheel...yet. And you won't if you behave. But the place is big enough for our party. So stop whining and follow!’

After a few more steps, she could hear the sound of other people gathered, whispering to each other in hushed, yet expectant tones. ‘ My dear friends...may I introduce...your fucktoy! We call her darkie and she'll service you today!’ Cheers went up from the crowd and Viconia, holding back tears of fear, opened her eyes for a moment, if only to see what she would be in for...

There were about a dozen men with the youngest being around 19, the oldest around 40 or so...it was hard to say with humans. They all looked down at her and she could see, with horror, that some of them were already growing great bulges in their pants. ‘ A fine bitch you have there!’, ‘ Never seen a drow before...damn, she's hot!’, ‘ That's a dark elf? Fuckable, yes, but scary? Phhhf!’

These were among the things she heard as she looked down, closing her eyes again. Alius knelt down next to her, whispering, ‘ Now,, listen, darkie....I'll tell you how this will happen...you will now crawl around and tell me dear friends here that you want them to use you like the whore you are. Then, you'll kneel over here and we will see how much cum we can get on that hot body of yours...afterwards, you'll be raped, raped and raped till sundown. And then, everyone who wants to can whip you until you pass out. And if you even think about hesitating or not doing anything we tell you then it's the wheel for you...for the rest of the week!’

Viconia gave Alius’ a terrified look but seeing his steely glare she lost all hope. Slowly she began crawling, on all fours, with her tits swinging as she moved, dragging the end of the leash behind her. She crawled to the first man, a towering, bearded figure – a lumberjack or a blacksmith maybe.
She hesitated for the shortest moment, shooting a glance at the wheel and whispered slowly ‘Please, fuck me’.

‘Can’t hear you girl’ the man laughed.
‘Please, fuck me.’ She repeated louder and seeing as he nodded crawled to the next one. ‘Please, fuck me.’ The drow was so resigned that she was looking down all the time. It was a mistake – she didn’t even notice the hand coming, meeting her cheek in a loud slap. She yelped and looked up.
‘Alius told us how to treat you. Look at me when you say it!’ a fat, bearded man, looking like some kind of a merchant, ordered.
‘Please fuck me.’ Viconia said, trying to look into his eyes, despite the blinding light. Another slap. ‘Please fuck me, sir! Please!’ she shouted and finally the man smiled.

‘Please, fuck me sir’ she whispered looking at another large man. How she could survive being raped by all those… monsters.
‘Oh, little darkie, I won’t fuck you…’ the man said, kneeling next to her, with one hand gently touching her cheek. ‘You’ll fuck me, right? And you’ll do it good, right?!’ he asked, grabbing and pinching her tit.
‘Ahh… yes sir’ Viconia said hastily ‘I’ll fuck you, I’ll make it good, I’ll make it best’ she assured him weakly.

She crawled from one man to another, asking them to fuck her sweet, delicate body. She heard their lewd comments as she was crawling ‘Ha, Alius! How did you make her be such a nice doggie!’, ‘Damn, look at her back, whipped thoroughly!’, ‘Her tits the same!’, ‘How it must have hurt her!’, ‘What a tight ass, can’t wait till I fuck it raw!’, ‘I’ll make her suck me off, love to feel her gagging on my tool!’, ‘Imagine biting those tits as she fucks you?’.

Viconia made no sign that she heard those words, just crawling and saying what she was told to. Some men were… imaginative.
‘Why should I fuck you?’ one asked, surprising her. ‘I can whip you until you bleed. Why should I waste my seed on you?’

‘I… aghh…’ she cried as Alius landed a lash on her back which caused the man to cheer and applaud. ‘I need your cock. I beg you to fuck me, like a whore I am. I deserve to be fucked, please!’ fortunately she knew all too well what Alius and his family expected her to say. ‘I’ll fuck you! I’ll suck you off, I’ll slurp and gag and moan around your mighty cock as your son is fucking my tight, warm asshole!’ she almost shouted to another guy, who wanted details, while his son was twisting and pinching her nipples. ‘Please, I need your cock, I’ll be writhing and twisting beneath you, I’ll be a good fuck, the best, I’ll wrap my legs around you… what… aaah! Yes, I’ll kiss you, I’ll put my tongue in your mouth, I’ll shout and moan as you’re entering me…’ she begged another.

Finally, all men were satisfied with their humiliation, their need for sexual release stronger than the need to humiliate her. Alius pulled the lash, making her choke. ‘She’s hungry for cum, aren't you darkie?’ he asked with just a hint of threat in his voice.
‘Yes, I need your cum, please, I’m hungry for it’ Viconia begged again, barely preventing herself from breaking into sobs.
‘Heard her boys, give it to her!’ Alius said unbuckling his pants as the men surrounded Viconia stroking their hard members.

Viconia lowered her gaze as she knelt down, unwilling to look at their hard, angry cocks being stroked, unwilling to wait for their seed to splatter her face. But unfortunately, things wouldn't go according to what she wanted...It was Kalin who slapped her face hard, tugging on the leash hard enough to cut off her air supply, which once again brougth a series of cheers from the men. ‘ Look at us while we're working up the cum for you! And don't you dare close your eyes!’ He backhanded her to emphasize his point and Viconia, once her head had cleared, slowly, hesitantly looked up, opening her tearful eyes.
At least six cocks loomed in front of her, stroked rapidly by the groaning, grunting men. ‘ Hey...why don't you give us some incentive? Grab those tits and jiggle them for us...play with them like the whore you are!’ It was the fat merchant again, standing very close to her, his fat, glistening cockhead almost touching her nose, his hand a blur as he worked his member hard and fast.

Sighing in defeat, Viconia grabbed her breasts with her hands and began to squeeze and move, cringing at the pain her own touch caused her, the welts from her last whipping still fresh enough to be extremely sensitive. Jiggling her tits for them brought even more cheers and it did not take too long for the first man to cum. It was the youngest one, the boy simply stepping forward without any comment, his cock aimed at her face...and then he came hard, his cock splattering her face with cum, thick drops landing on her right cheek, her nose and her lips, painting her dark face white. He had a lot of cum for her, spraying it all over the right side of her face before aiming lower, at her tits, the last drops landing on them, sliding over the round orbs and her fingers lazily.

Viconia shuddered with disgust and shame but had no time to reflect on what was happening here, as the sight of her being so humiliated caused the merchant to cum. He aimed higher, most of his sticky seed landing on her forehead, her eyes and in her hair. Viconia gagged as the smell of fresh cum assaulted her nostrils. The fat merchant grinned as he came, then stepped around her, tugging at her hair as he proceeded to wipe his cock clean with the soft, white strands.

‘ Open your mouth, whore...stick our your tongue...’, she heard another man rumble and, without thinking, did as he said, the fear too great to allow any thoughts of defiance. Her lips parted and she stuck out her pink tongue. A moment later, both he and another man to her right groaned and a surge of cum hit her tongue, making her whimper and gag again at the bitter, salty taste suddenly assaulting her.

The other man decided to cum all over her tits, glazing them and her fingers with even more sperm. From behind, she suddenly felt someone else tug on her hair, hearing him grunt frantically...he was obviously using her hair to jerk off with, having wrapped a few strands around his cock...moments later, he came, shooting almost his entire load into her hair, making it clump together messily...more drops fell onto her back, sliding down onto the soft globes of her ass. Shuddering, she pulled her cum-coated tongue back, thinking that he had meant for her to swallow, but a kick in the side made her stop. ‘ Don't swallow...drool it over your chin!’ the man grunted...

And so she did, parting her lips to push the disgusting fluid back out of her mouth with her tongue. She could feel it slide down her chin, a revolting mix of cum and saliva, forming a long, sticky strand hanging from her chin. ‘ Oh,how filthy you look, darkie!’ She heard Doran laugh, ‘ And we've only just begun!’ Viconia couldn't answer, too caught up in the horror of the situation, softly crying, her tears mixing with the cum already caking her face....and more was added as one man after the next came, their cocks exploding with huge loads, splattering her face until she was barely recognizable underneath the layers of sperm...then, as it got boring, some just came onto her sexy back or her ass...or just at her tits...she could feel cum slide down her entire body, pooling between her legs, between her asscheeks, in her bellybutton...it was everywhere.

Viconia didn't know how many had already sprayed their seed onto her or how many were still waiting to do so...for her, it was one long chain of cocks being jerked in front of her, of men enjoying her degradation and cumming to it, splattering her features and her body even more.

For her, it seemed like an eternity...but eventually, it stopped. Suddenly, there were no more grunts, no more rude comments...and there was no more cum splattering across her skin. She could no longer open her eyes, thick layers of cum lying over her eyelids and so, she could only blindly wait for what new horrors would be inflicted upon her....

‘ That was nice...but how are we supposed to fuck her like this? She's filthy! I'm not touching that!’ one man complained, much to Viconia's relief, but he was quickly interrrupted by Alius, casually dashing the drow's blooming hopes of getting out of this without the dreaded gangrape. ‘ As if I hadn't thought of that...what kind of a host do you think I am?’

Viconia heard him come closer...and then shrieked as a bucketfull of ice-cold water was dumped over her, washing away most of the cum from her body...not to mention making her skin glisten and her nipples stand out from the cold...She gasped, panting at the sudden shock, her heart jolted in her chest...when the second bucket was emptied over her, finishing her cleaning. ‘ Better now?’ Alius asked, laughing.

‘ Oh yes!’ the man said. Viconia heard him step towards her and a moment later, her head was grabed and her chin forced upward. ‘ Look at me!’ Cringing, Viconia opened her eyes to his sight...and, once more to the merciless sun....oh, goddess, at the moment she would have given anything to be back inside, even in that awful cellar. The man holding her head was the one who'd made her promise that she'd fuck him.

‘ Time to make good on your promise, little drow...’, he said, lying down on the ground, his cock sticking up in the air, large and long. Viconia looked at his throbbing member, waiting for her, knowing all too well what he wanted from her. Sobbing quietly, still shivering from the cold, she crawled over to him and climbed on top of him, to the cheer of all the gathered men, many of whom were jerking their cocks again to get them hard after cumming over her. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the cock, hesitant to let it slide into her pussy...too hesitant for ther man, who simply grabbed her hips and forced her down.

As she felt his cock invade her tight cunt in one single stroke, she cried out, whimpering as she felt it throb inside her. ‘ Now ride me...ride my cock!’, the man commanded, punctuating his words by a few hard slaps to her abused tits. Cryng harder, her eyes cast down and closed, Viconia did as she was ordered, slowly moving back and forth and up and down on his cock, squirming at the painful sensations her own motions caused in her lower body.

Confident that she was doing all the work for him, the big man reached up and began groping her breasts with large, callused hands, the rough skin making this treatment even worse, adding even more pain to Viconia's already miserable state. ‘ Hell...that's too much for me! Mind if I join in?’ she heard another man say and the one she was ‘serving’ simply said, ‘ Sure...go ahead...’ One moment later, she felt her chin being grabbed and the head of another hard cock push against her lips.

Obediently, she parted them, her body trembling with sobs, letting the cock slide in, immediately beginning to slurp and suck on it like the whore she now well and truly was....she did not even resist when he began to violently fuck her throat, making her gag and drool around his cock. The one in her pussy and the one in her mouth came almost simultaneously, filling her mouth and pussy, respectively. Being ordered to, Viconia swallowed like an obedient bitch, the taste making her shudder...but before she could reflect on what was happening, she was thrown to the floor and another man violently took her pussy, slapping her face until she wrapped her legs around him like a lover, enduring his kisses and the way he bit her nipples as he took her, pounding into her already sore pussy with all his strength, soon releasing his load over her tits after pulling out.

‘ Now us...come on, Pa!’ she heard the 18-year-old boy say to his father excitedly...before she was forced onto hands and knees and felt the son's hard cock push into her asshole. Her cry of pain was interrupted by his father's cock being forced into her mouth, just as she had promised him during her rounds of humiliation earlier.

Together, they began to fuck her, making her gag and howl and clench around their cocks in a painful double rape that seemed to last forever...both the boy and his father thoroughly enjoyed her holes but seemed to have limitless stamina, not tiring and, what was worse, not cumming for a long, long time...

And then, everything changed. Suddenly, there was another voice, one she had not heard among the men, shouting a series of foreign syllables, followed by a hissing sound and a blood-curdling scream...which led to more surprised gasps and screams from the gathered men. Suddenly, both cocks were withdrawn from her holes, allowing her to look up and see what was happening. One of the men – the fat merchant, Viconia noticed with no small amount of satisfaction – was on the ground, a burning hole in his back...and over his corpse, four men stepped, armed men with murder in their eyes.

To the right, his hands still smoking from ethereal fire, was a tall, red-robed, bearded man with a sardonic glint in his eyes. Next to him stood a dwarf, clad in chainmail, his long black beard obscuring one entire half of his ugly features. He was grinning broadly, brandishing an axe. By his side stood another man, clad in black, spiked armor, his face obscured behind a horned helmet, holding a heavy, two-handed blade...but the most dangerous of them all was the fourth one. He, too, was clad in plate armor, but his was pearly white, inset with silver runes. His shoulder plates were formed akin to snarling dragons and he bore a steel shield showing a symbol she had never seen before, a stylized woman in chains.

As Viconia looked up, she could see his unhelmeted face. There was a face that had seen a lot, a strong, determined face, with eyes that spoke of one thing and one thing only – an unquenchable lust for power. His short black hair accentuated his somewhat pale features...features Viconia remembered. ‘ Therion?’ she whispered but neither the warrior nor the rest of the group had heard him.

‘ What in the name of the gods do you think you're doing?’ Alius was the first one to speak up, having regained his composure commendably fast. Seemingly unafraid, he stepped forward...and was cut down without a word by Therion's master-crafted blade. ‘ I am ending this’, Therion said calmly, then turned to his companions, ‘ Kill them all...’

For one instant the villagers didn’t know whether to run or attack until Doran suddenly cried ‘You killed Pa!’ and rushed towards Therion, all the other men following him. It was a slaughter – magical fire from the robed man scorched four until they even got close and then the dwarf was between them, slashing with his axe, almost surrounded by a bloody mist.

The man in spiked armor fought – or rather killed – without the fury of the dwarf but he was even more effective. One slash. One kill. Therion didn’t even need to raise his sword again, only when Kalin came screaming in fury, he knocked him out with strike of the handle of his sword.
‘I hope you don’t mind interrupting this… party, ah Viconia?’ Therion asked silently, when all was over.

‘Thank you Therion, thank you’ Viconia gasped, not believing that the terror is over ‘You saved me again. I’ll repay my debt, I promise. I’ll will go with you, be of any assistance you need!’ she promised, finally rising to her feet and taking of the collar.

‘Oh yes, you will’ the dwarf chuckled but the tall man hit his helmet with his gauntlet, silencing him.

‘I’m sorry that I didn’t go with you, when you were going to kill Sarevok, I should have, but I’ll repay this to you, I’m at your service now’ Viconia said, putting on some villager’s clothes so that she could cover her nudity. She didn’t know why, but at her words the dwarf chuckled again. ‘If you need me against him, I’ll help. Or have you defeated this Sarevok already?’ she asked.
‘He sure did’ the tall, spiked man answered, with just a hint of amusement.
‘To be honest I was kind of angry, when you left’ Therion said slowly ‘Thought about doing nasty things to you, but well, past is past. And as for my welcome gift… this one is still alive, I guess’ he gestured towards Kalin, whom he had knocked out. ‘Have fun’ he said, tossing the dwarf a dagger, and watching as he knelt near the villager and returned him to consciousness.

‘What would you say about payback?’ Viconia asked with a devilish smile and started cutting.
‘Why don’t we just tie her up already? (Must I always think of this)’ Edwin muttered to Therion, his words unheard because of the anguished screams of tortured Kalin.
‘And why should we?’ Therion answered with a question ‘She’ll go with us willingly, haven’t you heard? Much easier than dragging her.’
‘Yeah, that was quite funny’ Korgan chuckled ‘She told she will be of assistance. Ass-istance, get it?’ he laughed as the party sighed.
‘Viconia, need to get going’ Therion finally said ‘We err… left Imoen somewhere.’

‘I’m almost done’ the priestess responded and finally left Kalin. He admired her job – she cut the man’s tongue off, eyes, all the fingers, castrated him and left him to die from bloodlust. She gave the dagger back. ‘Ah, almost like new!’ she said. While it was far from the truth, she still felt completely exhausted, after exacting at least some degree of revenge she felt a bit better. And she didn’t want her new partners to think that she was weak and useless. She knew that she had to work hard, just to make up for being seen naked and raped by those men.

Finally, when they were going back to the camp, where Imoen had been left, Viconia asked the men. ‘I’m grateful for your help as well. My name is Viconia, how should I address you?’
‘Korgan’ the dwarf simply responded, grinning as if he knew something funny she didn’t.
‘My name is Edwin, master Edwin. (Surely she must have heard about me, surely!)’ the mage started mumbling to himself.

‘And I’m an old friend of Therion’s.’ the man in spiked armor answered. ‘Ahh, there is the camp!’ he said, showing a small clearing, surrounding a single tree. No tents or fire were in this ‘camp’, but Viconia could see, some silhouettes – orcs maybe, or hobgoblins.

The sun was still blinding her so only when she entered the clearing she noticed Imoen and when she did she stopped rapidly. She remembered Imoen as a young, pretty, a bit naïve and too cheerful girl. Now, the red-head was quite different – in fact her state was similar to that of Viconia not long ago. She was tied to the tree, upside down. Tears were smeared on her face, face that was covered with dried cum. A gag was placed and tightly secured in her mouth. Imoen’s perky tits were covered with lashes and bite marks. Her young pussy was so filled with cum that it was simply drizzling out of her, flowing down her body, around her tits, and on her neck. A whip was sticking out of her cunt, its handle pushed deep. Six hobgoblins where surrounding her.

‘They got Imoen!’ Viconia shouted, stating the obvious, but quite sure that the party will deal with the monsters in a matter of seconds. But as she said this, the hobgoblins disappeared.
‘A simple summoning spell’ Edwin said.
‘Must’ve used them to make sure she doesn’t get away’ the armored man said, causing another chuckle from the dwarf.
‘Who has done it?’ Viconia wondered, as Imoen opened her eyes.
‘Mpfff! Mpfff!’ small whimpers came from her gagged mouth as Viconia turned to Therion. She only saw a fist.

‘Aagh… what?’ she asked disoriented, falling to the ground.
‘We did that to her’ Therion calmly stated as the tall man grabbed Viconia by her neck and raised her and Korgan began to tie her hands ‘And we will do this, and more – much more, to you as well’
‘Yeah, you’ll be of ass-istance’ Korgan laughed evily.
‘And by the way… my name is Sarevok’ the armored man said, taking of his helmet.
Viconia watched in terror and confusion, as Therion approached Imoen and put his hand on her breast, squeezing it.
‘Missed me, sister?’ he asked.

Imoen's weak, sobbing protests were muffled by the gag but Viconia could see the stark terror in the girl's eyes. What had happened? She struggled as the disgusting dwarf tied her hands tightly, nearly cutting off all the blood flow. ‘ Well, at least you had some...company in the meantime’, Therion said, chuckling, ‘ how about thanking us for not leaving you all alone, my dear sister?’ Smiling coldly, he unfastened the small leather string that held the gag, pulling it out from between Imoen's trembling lips. The young girl stared at Viconia for a moment, both surprised and shocked, before a harsh backhanded slap from her brother brought her attention back to him. ‘ That was an order. And you know I do not like to repeat myself.’ She shrank back under his gaze – as much as that was possible with her still being bound to the tree. ‘ T-thank you...for not...leaving me...all alone...t-t-thank you f-for summoning the...h-hobgoblins to k-keep me company...’, the girl whimpered, her eyes cast down, her body trembling with faint sobs.

‘ Therion...what happened...’, Viconia whispered in shock. When she had first met the man, he had already been ruthless and determined...but he had treated his younger half-sister fairly...and he hadn't had this aura around him...this presence of unremitting, merciless evil that would have done any high priestess of Lolth proud. Her hands now tied, she suddenly felt the dwarf's greedy, thick fingers grope her ass, making her yelp out in shock and disgust. ‘ Hmm...I'll love having my way with you, elf...’, he chuckled, ‘ You remind me of a wild elf lass down south...she used to scream so lovely when I raped her ass...’ The pride with which he said it made her shudder and she squirmed in Sarevok's grip to escape his fingers, but the armored giant held her tightly, his grip like steel. ‘ I showed him the truth about himself’, Sarevok chuckled, the dark-skinned man looking over at his half-brother. ‘ He killed me...but in the end, I won.’

‘ Oh, please...stop giving yourself more credit than you deserve. Without me, you wouldn't even be alive anymore.’ Therion had turned away from Imoen, stepping towards Viconia, his hands gripping the fabric she hastily donned and ripping it open to expose her abused breasts again. ‘ Part of it is true. When he died, his power drained into me. It was the best thing I ever felt. Pure, unbrindled power. And...I learned that i could actually become a god. I could truly step into my father's footprints...only that i would not be the god of murder. I have other...preferences.’ he reached out and grabbed a hold of Viconia's left breast, squeezing it so hard his fingers left darker imprints. The drow cried out in pain and fought harder. ‘ Please...Therion...don't...I beg you...don't do this to me...not again...I...I can't take it anymore...’ tears ran down her cheek as she thought about having to go through it all again...and maybe worse, if the sight of Therion's half-sister was anything to go by. Therion frowned. ‘ That's not the Viconia I remember...by the gods, how far have you sunken?’

‘ Hrm...used to be more feisty, eh?’ Korgan asked, chuckling, ‘ I'll take her anyway...’ Therion looked at Viconia teary, cum-encrusted face and shook his head. ‘ I don't want another wreck. I want the haughty drow priestess I lusted after for weeks. Edwin!’

‘ (Always these interruptions...and again, no word of thanks for my ingenuity...ungrateful swineherds)...Yes?’ The wizard came closer, taking a moment to let an appraising eye wander over the drow's half-naked body. ‘ You have a scroll of Wish on you, right?’ The former Red wizard looked at Therion, then at the drow, his face filling with disdain. ‘ I am to waste one of my most precious possessions on a...dark elf? On this lowly piece of...meat? Surely that's a joke...(and a bad one at that)’ ‘ No, Edwin, it is not. You will use the spell to return her spirit and mind to its unbroken state. Of course, she will still remember her rapes...but as a distant memory, akin to a dream.’ Edwin listened to Therion's words, seeming half impressed, half scowling. ‘ This is still a waste. These scrolls cost a fortune!’ ‘ They do. I know. But I know what I want. And I will not be denied. Get to it, mage!’

“(Always orders, always orders, did I ever get a reward for all this?)’ Edwin started muttering as he was preparing to cast the spell but Therion quickly interrupted.

“Quit mumbling mage’ he snapped finally “You got your reward, remember that bitch Dynaheir? We gave her you. Pity she managed to provoke you so hard, we wanted to have a sixth round with her’ Tehrion said with small smile and then turned to Viconia and explained to the terrified priestess “He put a wand of fire in her ass. And now proceed with the spell, Edwin!’

(Always orders, but yes, I’ll show my exceptional skills)’ with these words he began his incantation.

“Damn, those rituals are so boring’ Korgan yawned “Come fuck-slave, going to take your ass again’

“Wait for the drow’ Therion simply ordered moving to the hanging Imoen. “Imoen is now mine’ he said simply, unbuckling his belt. Imoen’s head was directly on the height of his crotch.

“The hell she is yours’ Korgan raised, drawing his axe. He shot a quick glance at Sarevok, but the tall man just shrugged.

“Are you sure, you want to… challenge me?’ Therion said, almost calmly putting his hand on the hilt of his sword. Even with his unbuckled pants, there was something in him that made Korgan move away.

“You can have her, yeah you can. But I’m so banging darkie’s ass in a heartbeat!’ he said, glancing at the drow.

Therion simply smiled at touched Imoen’s lips with his cockhead. She tried to wiggle her head away but quickly made a long moan of pain as Therion twisted her nipple, took off the whip out of her pussy and rammed it back again.

“No sis, it’s the second time you make me repeat myself today. You will be punished, of course, but pray that you won’t make me repeat myself again.’ He made a small sigh when Imoen took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it there, still hanging upside down. “Oh yes, suck me sis, you know how I like it… oh yes, suck it long and good, make it good sis, make it good and I won’t give you to Korgan, yes… like this. More of those slurping noises, yes… Try to move that pretty head of yours, I know you’re tied… yes, this way, take me in, take me deep… slurp some more… oh, good… now lick my balls, yeah play with them with that sweet little tongue of yours… yeah sis..!’

Meanwhile purple light was beginning to form around Viconia, filling her with a feeling of great power, making her feel really good for the first time since her capture. For a moment she forgot about the family that held her, her ordeal, abuse, repeated rapes and the fact the she maybe has fallen in an even worse situation. She was Viconia de Vir, priestess of Shar and she won’t sumbit to those surfacers – sons’ of a god or not.

She felt utter disgust at her helplessness, when she remembered how she crawled and begged her captors to let her suck them. She survived the tortures of the Underdark, even the merciless sun couldn’t break her. For a moment she saw Imoen again but her fate instead of fear made Viconia feel only utter disgust. How pathetic she was! She was weak, while Viconia was strong. They may rape her, yes, but she won’t be broken, not again. She will find a way to escape and to exact her revenge and her revenge will be swift and terrifying to all who wronged her!

She already saw possibilities opening before her, learning from Imoen as much as possible about the weaknesses of her captors for once. Creating jealousy among the party, jealousy for her, that’s second. Sarevok… he was the Therion’s enemy once, maybe it was possible to turn him against the party leader again and if not, maybe Therion could be convinced that his half brother betrayed him again.

Finally the light subsided and Viconia looked at her captors – Edwin, standing there in a pompous pose, with a scroll in his hand, Sarevok holding her strongly, with a indifferent face, Korgan looking at her with a hungry stare and, of course, Therion having his balls licked and cock sucked by crying Imoen. “Do your worst you freaks’ she said quietly and spit on the ground.

“Don’t you… oh yes, yes sis, don’t you worry darkie, we… yes… we will.’ Therion said as his moans were becoming more intense.

He was jerking his cock rapidly, slapping it against Imoen's chin while she lapped at his balls with her trembling tongue, tears running over her forehead. Groaning, he focused all his attention back towards his crying sister and her attempts to please him.

The dwarf, however, had his sights on Viconia, his excitement stoked by the drow's new attitude. While Edwin threw his now-useless scroll away with an indignant grumble, the dwarf stepped closer to the drow. ‘ Hey, Sar...let her down, I think it's time she got her ass pounded by a real man!’ Sarevok shrugged, opening his hand to let the drow fall to the floor with a pained grunt. With he hands tied, she had no way to catch her fall and only barely avoided landing on the floor head-first. Metallic rustling indicated the dwarf getting rid of his chainmail, his hands trembling in eagerness and his face set in a leer. He was almost drooling into his beard. ‘ It seems you really took care to only take the most pathetic with you, Therion’, Viconia remarked, pure acid in her voice, ‘ your dwarf is almost tripping over himself to get to me...’ Korgan snarled upon hearing these words, Therion being too busy playing with his sister to react. The dwarf stepped towards her and grabbed a fistful of her white hair, pulling her head back painfully, eliciting another surprised and pained yelp from the captive drow. ‘ First off...I'm not 'his dwarf'!’ He backhanded her across the face, her right cheek turning darker with his handprint. Viconia, though she felt the slap sting terribly, grit her teeth, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. No one would ever see her in tears again...especially not these low-lifes!

‘ And second...you think THIS is pathetic?’ He had reached inside his pants and was now pulling out his cock, the head only inches from Viconia's face. The drow had to admit...it was impressive, especially given the dwarven's size. While not very long, it was quite thick, possibly thicker than any other cock she'd had in any of her holes yet...and just as ugly as the rest of its owner. If he really tried to fuck her ass with that, she'd have to expect a lot of pain...but, determined to live through this, she simply looked at the member, then at Korgan. ‘ Is this supposed to impress me, dwarf? I've seen halflings with bigger cocks than yours!’

Now, Korgan was well and truly furious. Using his hold on her hair to keep her head straight, he slapped her face a few more times, turning her cheeks into stinging infernos. ‘ Let's see how feisty ya are with my cock up yer ass!’

Finally letting go of her hair, Korgan stepped around her, snarling at Sarevok, who was still watching from behind, ‘ Outta my way...I said i'd take her first!’ ‘ Whatever pleases you...’, the giant reumbled, stepping back so that Korgan could take his place behind the drow. Her knees scraped against the rough earth as Korgan's hands landed on her ass and pulled it back and up for easier access.

Feeling him spread her asscheeks, his thick, throbbing cockhead against the sensitive opening between them, Viconia focused her eyes on Therion, using her hatred to shield herself from the pain that was sure to follow. Therion was groaning loudly at this moment, his cock erupting in a spray of cum that splattered across Imoen's cute features, her tits, her hair, pooling underneath her chin...

As he came, he grabbed the whip handle again and started violently pumping it in and out of his sister's snatch, his cock still spraying his seed all over her...

And then, Korgan pushed his fat cockhead into her asshole...

Viconia gritted her teeth and barely contained a moan of pain, from escaping her mouth. The dwarf grabbed her hips and thrust himself in with one, strong push, overcoming the resistance of Viconia’s clenched muscles.

“Aaagh! That’s all you can… agh… do?!’ Viconia cried out, as Korgan found his rhythm and began fucking her mercilessly. He pushed his fat cock in and pulled it out, so only the tip of his dick was inside… and then ramming it back in one push, causing Viconia to arch her body forward, her abused tits scraping the ground, making the drow to cry loud in pain, through her gritted teeth. In and out, in and out, the dwarf was pounding Viconia’s tightes fuckpole. Once again she felt is if she was torn apart, her lower half feeling as if she was on fire. It felt as if Korgan’s dick was made of fire, it hurt her so much, stretching her tightest hole as wide as it has never was stretched before. The only good thing was that it wasn’t so long and didn’t penetrate her as deeply. Nevertheless with each thrust the priestess cried with pain. What was the worst about Korgan, was that he fucked, raped her ass so savagely, as no one had done before. “Aaagh… Aaa! You… aaagh… goddess… aaagh… you sick bastards’.

Therion, Sarevok and Edwin, were standing there and watching the rape. Although Viconia still shouted and insulted her rapist, at least when she wasn’t crying in pain, the dwarf didn’t mind. He didn’t that his victim still feisty. He just wanted to hurt her to give her as much pain as he could. He cherished her cries, the way how her body rocked in the rhythm of his violent cries almost as much as he loved the soft, tight feeling of her asshole surrounding his prick.

“Hell, I love you elves, ughh… all so tight… so sensitive to pain… ugh… and you stubborn drows… ugh… always looking down on everyone… ugh… and yet you scream and beg and plead the same… ugh… as I pound your sorry, pathetic asses…’ he mumbled between his thrusts, listening as the drow cried in unison.

“Hard… to… aaaa! Up… on… you.. hard… aaa, nooo, aaa! Hard to stand… aaa… next to your smell!’ Viconia gasped, feeling unwanted tears gather in her eyes. She didn’t allow them, she let her rape, her anger at the filthy dwarf fuel her power, give her strength to withstand the torment.

“And this… smelly dwarf… is… uggggh! Cumming… up… your… ASS!’ Korgan yelled as he started to flood Viconias bowels with his jism. “Cumming in your tight… ass… drow… can you feel it… yeah… take it!’

While watching Viconia's assrape take place, Therion was idly pumping the whip handle in and out of his crying sister's pussy, loving to listen to her cries as a backdrop to the events playing out before him, a thin smirk twisting his lips. Korgan was useful for breaking them in properly...sure, the dwarf was obnoxious, loud, ugly and not exactly clean, but his arms were strong and he was brutal enough. The man had no scruples whatsoever and he lived for rape just as much as for the opportunity to sink his blade into his enemies. That made him perfect for their group. The way he handled Viconia was simply wonderful. ‘ Hnnngh...hnnngh...’, he groaned as he pounded the drow's ass with hard strokes while his balls emptied their load into Viconia's bowels. The drow bit her lip to keep herself from feeling the full brung ot shame and indignity that was being visited upon her, successfully holding the tears at bay for the moment, even though she still grunted and cried out with each thrust, hoping that this ordeal would be over soon.

It was, after a few more hard thrusts into her sore, overstretched anus. Korgan sighed as he pulled out, slapping her ass a few times for good measure before stepping away. ‘ That was a great ass! Not as good as Imoen's but still...it'll be great to fuck this daily!’ he laughed while Viconia, still on her knees, her face in the dirt, her ass raised, could only glare at the three men watching her. ‘ Was that it?’, she hissed, ‘ I've had worse’ She knew she was probably on thin ice with comments like this, but she had to project confidence...if she gave them any indication that she was broken already, that she was this weak...she wouldn't be able to live with herself again. They had given her a second chance – if only for their own pleasure – but Viconia DeVir was certainly not going to waste it.

She heard a loud groan of pain, followed by Imoen's whimpering – which was already starting to grate on her nerves – as the young human girl was cut off the tree and fell to the floor, drawing her knees up against her chest, the whip handle having been pulled out by her brother. Now, the redhead tried to make herself as small as possible, trying to avoid being noticed by anyone. ‘ So, great fearless leader...are we going to stay here or shall we seek a better place for the night?’ Sarevok asked, looking over at Therion, who absent-mindedly played with the whip. ‘ Good question...I think we should try and get a few more miles behind us. Athkatla is still a tenday's travel away...and as much fun as we had so far, I do wish to get to the city eventually.’

“Not a bad idea but… no.’ Therion said approaching Viconia. “I don’t think I could wait so long to fuck this bitch.’

“Damn, it seems I have to wait a little longer for my turn’ Sarevok laughed “She’s all yours, brother.’ With these words he moved back as Therion stood above Viconia, who was still laying on the ground.

“Oh, the mighty leader finally decided to do something himself instead of sending his lackeys’ Viconia smirked, looking up “You were afraid that even now I can hurt so you send the dwarf first? Ughh..’ she fought back her scream as Therion slapped her.

“That scroll was expensive but it was a good investment’ the leader smiled “I’ll enjoy taming you’ he grabbed Viconia and threw her so she fell on her back. This brought another short cry of pain as her back hit the hard ground.

Therion was next to her within a heartbeat, forcing her legs apart with his knees, handily overpowering her. His hands groped and squeezed her breasts as the priestess hissed in pain and try to twist her body to escape the inevitable assault.

Viconia was quite shocked to notice that Therion’s cock was hard already, as if he hasn’t just flooded his sisters face and mouth with a river of cum. She gritted her teeth and start wiggling even more as she felt the cockhead of the man’s huge, hard, long and thick cock touch her pussy lips.

“The dwarf may have taken your ass first, but I’ll enjoy screwing your cunt even more’ Therion laughed in Viconia’s face as he grabbed her hips and pushed his huge dick in, with one powerful thrust. The drow’s body suddenly jerked in pain, trying in vain to push him off and to escape. “Oh, yes… so tight… so warm…I’ll enjoy fucking you and filling this beautiful hole with my divine seed. I’ll be doing it often’ he hissed as he continued pumping his cock in and out of Viconia’s dry and still sore pussy.

“Aaa… to… Nine… Hells… aaa! With you!’ Viconia still remained feisty and managed even to spit in her rapists face. In respone he only laughed and grabbed one of her breasts, twisting her nipple hard. As her body twisted in pain, each move of her aroused him even more. It was almost as though she was fucking him back, she realized but she couldn’t help it – he tortured her tits so hard that she had no choice but to twist and writhe her sensuous body underhim, as he fucked her and fucked, plunging his cock in, withdrawing it and pushing it in one thrust again. “Aaa!’ she shouted as once again she felt his cock stretch her tight hole, cause her pain with every rapid thrust, with every push filling her with even greater pain.

“Oh yes Viconia, oh yes… you don’t know how long I’ve been lusting about you… dreaming about fucking your sweet body. Dreaming about how you twist beneath me, how your warm cunt envelopes my dick, how your tits feel one I’m squeezing them and twisting and pinching…’ Therion gasped while still pounding his victim mercilessly. “I don’t want to be a god of Murder you know… rape… and slavery… that is so much better… more pleasure… taking your victim… uggh! Taking her, fucking her senseless as I’m doing with you… keeping her for your own, torturing, using whenever you wish… ugh! Making her life’s goal to serve your every whim, that’s what will become my domain!’ he was speaking faster and faster, still fucking Viconia with a steady, merciless rhythm. It seemend as though Therion can control how long he lasts – maybe another gift from his divine father?

“You… mmmpfff’ Viconia’s curse was cut short as Therion did something completely unexpected – squeezed her left tit, and when she opened her mouth, kissed her, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth, probing it, filling her with an even greater humiliation.

Viconia twisted beneath him, trying to move her head to the side to avoid the humiliating kiss, but she was compeltely trapped underneath his pumping body, his tongue exploring her mouth against her will. For a moment, she considered simply biting him...but then thought that she had no diea what his blood might do if she got it into her...as much as this hurt her pride, she couldn't take any risk...

He groaned into her mouth, changing his pace, now sliding in and out of her at torturously slow speed, making her feel every single inch as it slid in and out of her, allowing all but the head of his cock to slip out from between her warm, dry folds before slowly forcing his entire lenght into her again, eliciting a loud, muffled groan from her. With drawing from her mouth, he laughed at her obvious pain and misery, even though she still tried to swallow back tears.

‘ That's hnnngh...why I'm raping...Imoen...every day...as my...sister she...has the divine...spark as well...and each time...I sink my...cock into her...I rip it away...piece by piece...’, he said, groaning in between , relishing pumping into her time and again. Gritting her teeth, criying out in pain, Viconia looked at the others who were simply watching, though she could see a huge bulge underneath Edwin's robe. The mage was just as easily excited and distracted as the rest...that would be useful...if she could remember it amidst the blazing pain!

‘ And even...now...when it comes to rape...my powers grow...I can last as long...as I wish...and I never...have to rest...as long as the girl I...fuck is...unwilling...’, he continued, leaning down to clamp his teeth around her nipple, making Viconia cry out loud again, her body bucking under him as she soughs to escape, his teeth sending spears of pain through her upper body even as he violated her cunt.

Even though the pain made her dizzy, her mind raced and a faint sense of dread dawned upon her. If he could do this without tiring...he could literally rape her forever until her body failed...oh goddes, this was not good...it would probably be the most horrible death she could imagine...and he knew about the unspoken threat he had just uttered. ‘ Hnnn...but I think...we're finished...for now...after all, Edwin and my brother want their turns, too....’, he said, smiling happily as he looked down at her angry, pain-scrunched face, humping her cunt for a few minutes more before finally pulling out with a loud moan...just in time to spray a huge torrent of cum all over her belly and tits...

It wasn’t long after Therion stood up when Sarevok and Edwin were next to her again, the mage’s nervous hands, so calm when casting a spell, now trembling with lust groping her tits and probing her ass and pussy.

“She’s mine mage!’ Sarevok hissed.

“No, no, no! (I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I?) I’ve cast the spell? My scroll? My turn! (Bad enough that I have to get sloppy seconds after the dwarf).’

“We don’t have all day’ Therion decided, stopping the quarrel “Can’t you two, for once, share?’

“So it will be, brother’ Sarevok nodded, grabbed Viconia and untied her hands. Once again she hissed when she felt the blood rush but as she wanted to insult Sarevok she was thrown brutally to the ground. She managed to use her hands to soften the fall and landed just as the tall warrior wanted – on all fours.

“You need back-up to take me, warrior?’ she mocked Sarevok but her grin disappeared when Edwin spoke some ancient words and she suddenly stopped feeling her hands. When she glanced at them, she saw they were hard and grey – like stone. “What did you…’ she started to yell at Edwin but as she raised her head, eyes blazing in fury he rammed his cock into her soft, warm and moist mouth.

“I’ll dispel it… oooh… after the…. Yeah, yeah, bitch… after the fun’ Edwin hissed between moans of pleasure. “Suck it bitch, suck it good, yeah, make it good.. you whore, yeah…’

“Why so vocal?’ Sarevok chuckled after having finally removed the last part of his armour. He grabbed Viconia’s hips and raised her cute, tight ass high.

“Ughh!’  the drow hissed as he rammed first his fingers into her swollen pussy, then withdrew them and touched her pussy-lips with his long, hard cock.

“I can share you… for now’ he bent, whispering to Viconia’s ear “But soon I’ll fuck and rape and torture you all by myself. You will be begging for the dwarf’s cock before I’m finished with you!’ he laughed and plunged his cock into her cunt, with two strokes burying his huge cock so deep that the drow could feel his balls slapping her ass.

“Nnn… mpfff… mmm…’ Viconia hised and moaned around Edwin’s member in her mouth, feeling the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue.

“Yeah… bitch… suck me… if you won’t me to cum… down your sweet throat… and dispel this nasty little spell…’ the mage chuckled, slowly moving his cock in the priestess’ warm mouth. Her moans, caused by Sarevok brutally plunging his cock into her cunt aroused him even more.

“Mmm…!’ Viconia moaned, feeling intense pain radiating from her abused pussy with each savage thrust. But what was worst is while she hated how different men took her face, literally face-fucking her, she was astonished to see that Edwin, as impatient as he was, didn’t do anything like this. His moves wore slow and not very deep and he could be going for hours… unless she sucked him off. So the drow slows began licking the hard prick, caressing it with her nimble, dexterous tongue, moving up and down the shaft. He couldn’t make her lick his balls or anything like this, she still had the will to fight… but also wanted him to finish as quickly as possible as the lack of feeling in her hands terrified her. Even worse was the fact that now, she effectively could move now only her face (up and down the cock, that was her choice) and ass (rocking backwards and forwards in the rhythm of Sarevok’s pushes).

Under her oral ministrations, Edwin groaned, holding her head with his hands while moving in and out at his slow, steady pace, loving how she actually tried to get him off. This always worked, their fear being the best motivator, no matter how feisty they acted. In the end, magic was supreme to brutal force, even though brutes like Sarevok or Korgan would never understand that simple fact. It was pure irony that the drow who worked on his cock, slurping and sucking on his hard shaft, coating it with her saliva as it slid back and forth between her tight warm lips, probably understood the power of magic far better than her new masters.

Sarevok had leaned over her again, having no need to hold her now that she could barely move anything besides her ass and head, his hips still slamming into her, driving his hard shaft into her unwilling cunt deeply and mercilessly. His calloused, combat-experienced hands reached down beneath her and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard, making her moan even louder around Edwin's cock.

Therion watched them impassively, only a slight smirk indicating the joy he found in watching his comrades force themselves upon her. Viconia hated him with a cold, stark passion that fuelled her willpower, giving her the strength to resist despite the blazing pain the long cock driving into her caused her.. Lapping along the underside of Edwin's cock, she loudly slurped on it, trying to focus on the degrading task to ignore the stabbing, burning pain emanating from her sore cunt...but it did not work exactly as she'd hoped, the pain being far too great and too intimate to be forgotten.

‘ Hmm...yes...so tight...so warm...take my cock, slave....’, Sarevok hissed into her ear, ‘ that's what you are now...a slave...and...hnnngh...we will never...let you go...’ hearing the muffled protests from their victim, he chuckled...then sank his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, his cock twitching at the horrible scream that followed. ‘ Watch it, you imbecile! She nearly bit me!’ Edwin hissed, glaring at his comrade with blazing eyes. ‘ Oh, can...hnnngh...it...mage...you're...always...complaining...if we didn't...hnngh...need you...’

‘ Blah blah, we would've killed you long ago...hmmm...oh...that's better, don't stop...keep this up, drow and I'll cum soon...and maybe give you your hands back....stuff the threats, Sar. Therion..needs my magic. And my expertise..he can...always hire dumb...oh yesssss!’ Edwin never finished his sentence, feeling his balls churn, he grabbed Viconia's head tightly as his cock began to bathe her reluctant tongue in his cum, the taste making the drow heave and gag with pure disgust. ‘ Hmmm..yes, take my cum...take it all....and swallow....’ For a moment, she considered simply spitting out his vile seed but she was quite sure that they would punish her...there was no use for a small act of defiance if it didn't get her anywhere...she, she worked her throat, swallowing down the huge mouthful his cock left in her mouth just as Edwin began to withdraw from her mouth.

‘ Show me your mouth’, the wizard said once he'd wiped his cock clean with her hair...another indignity the drow would never forget. Still being rocked from behind, she parted her lips, allowing Edwin to see that she had indeed swallowed all the cum even though her stomach was still churning from the taste. ‘ Happy...now....mage? You...got your...hnnngh...pathetic...little...wish...hnnn....aaaaaa....goddess.....nnnhggggg....’ she snarled, her words interrupted by pained cries as Sarevok pummelled her cunt even harder now. ‘ I like it when they're still...feisty...make it much more...fun to break them...’ he whispered, biting her again. ‘ Hnnaaaaaaaaaa! Becssue...you couldn't....get any...woman to do as ...you want by...asking her...can you?’ the drow spat out, making Sarevok laugh...then groan as he began to cum. Viconia hung her head, a pained gasp escaping her lips as she felt his hot seed splatter against her sore insides. He pounded her pussy a few more times, delighting in her cries before pulling out, slapping her ass with as much force as he could. ‘ That was...quite well done, bitch...but I am not sure if you have yet earned the use of your hands back....’, he began, but this time Therion cut him short. ‘ Enough, Edwin...we can play more later...now we should get going. I don't want to spend my life on the road!’

Edwin raised his hands to cast the counterspell but Therion suddenly approached him and whispered something. The mage nodded and started to cast another incantation. Soon a glyph of green light appeared in his hands and slowly flew to Viconia. The drow tried to twist and avoid it, but with her hands useless and heavy she had no chance. Overcoming her spell resistance, the rune touched her forehead, feeling a bit warm but not unpleasant and disappeared.

“A simple geas spell’ Therion explained with a smile and Viconia cursed in her mind. “Tell her the conditions, Edwin.’

“(Simple spell? My spells are never simple!) Well, its easy, even a drow domwit like you will understand’ the mage said while putting his now limp cock under the robe “If you hurt us – you will be pierced with agonizing pain. If you try to leave our company without our permission – the same.’

“Shar damn you!’ Viconia cursed “Four against one and you still need magic to keep me in line? You sure have to be afraid!’

“Just want to keep things under control’ Therion shuddered. “Lil sis, has the same spell’ he added pointed at Imoen, who was still laying, curled to a ball “Release her Edwin!’

Another short gesture, few words and feeling returned to Viconia’s hands. Her situation was worse than she anticipated, the geas spell could be dispelled… but she didn’t have the ability to pray for power to her goddess. But she did notice one tiny ray of hope, one phrase that slipped Edwin’s mouth.  If you try to leave our company without our permission – the same. Our – not Therion’s. That made all the difference. Sooner or later she’d manage to turn those fools against each other and secure her freedom, it was enough to convince one of them, not all. Now she had to learn and observe and finally decide which one would be the easiest target. The barbaric, quick to anger dwarf? Arrogant mage? Sarevok who had to have some hard feelings towards the brother who had killed him?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Sarevok grabbed her and helped her to her feet. He threw  her a backpack with sleeping bags and some other items (no weapons, of course) and ordered her to march. Viconia saw that Imoen was also forced to carry some things – in a cruel irony she carried a case with whips, shackles, dildoes and such tools of rape.

“Lets go finally!’ Therion ordered and the party started going towards Athcatla. The march was quite fast and the tired and abused girls had problems with keeping up. Fortunately the party wasn’t such brutal in this matter as in others – no motivating them to go faster with a whip or things like this. Probably the team didn’t want there to fuck slaves to loose all their strength too fast.

Finally when the beautifully dark night covered the sky, freeing Viconia from the merciless sky, Therion ordered the party to stop and set up a camp. Imoen was quickly forced to set up tents and a fire. Of course Viconia knew that Therion won’t allow her to pray at midnight for power, but she also knew that sooner or later their caution will slip. Viconia was especially surprised when she and Imoen were thrown sleeping bags, it seemed as if their captors had some shred of decency after or. Or what was more probable, didn’t want their slaves to get cold or sick during the night.

“Damn, we have to find them some nice outfits’ Sarevok said, watching the two slaves as they’ve tried to wrap themselves around their sleeping bags for protection from both the cold as well as the lustful glares of the party.

“Are you dumb?’ Korgan laughed “Outfits? Too much to do with stripping them off. And I like to see their titties jiggling!’

“If someone is dumb dwarf, it is you’ the warrior calmly responded. “I thought about outfits which will only emphasize their shape… with easy access to their… strategic places, revealing much but keeping them warm…ish.’

“I’ll think about something like this when we’re in Athcatla’ Therion agreed.

“Yeah, yeah, quit talking, let’s start fucking!’ Korgan laughed and made a few steps towards the slaves. Imoen curled her body even more, looking at the dwarf with absolute terror until a short word stopped Korgan.

“No’ Therion said calmly “No fucking today. They have to rest, Edwin’s already asleep and we have to discuss some plans’

“You two can plan’ Korgan barked “I want only to swing my axe and fuck those whores’

“Not today.’ Therion repeated, piercing Korgan with his gaze and then turned to Sarevok “Problems with this… brother?’

“No… brother’ Sarevok responded slowly and turned back.

“Thank you, thank you…’ Imoen started saying as much to Therion as to herself.

“Shut  up slave! And address me as master!’ her brother barked angrily and approached her.

“Thank you mas-“ Imoen started but Terion grabbed her neck, took of his cock and only after her pushed it deep into her throat he let her neck go. “Grrlll!’ Imoen gagged, taken completely by surprise.

“It seems I have to fuck you just to be free from your chattering!’

Seeing as Therion begins fucking his sisters throat on the eyes of his two henchmen who were denied the sam pleasure Viconia understood much better than Imoen what has just happened here. “He didn’t do it for you, you naïve girl’ the drow thought “He got a new slave and had to reassert his authority. Such group can only be led by someone with an iron fist’.

All this was useful, each piece of information was to be used when time comes in a bid to gain freedom. “And now… I’ll get even more pieces. I have to talk to Imoen.’ The drow thought seeing as Therion begins shooting gallons of cum into his sister’s throat.

When he finally left her and went to sleep (waking Edwin only to summon some ogres to stand on guard), Viconia crawled to Imoen. “Psst!’ she whispered “Tell me what in the Nine Hells is going on here? He is your brother for gods’ sake!’

Imoen just stared at the priestess impassively. “Why do you want to know?’

“It may be… useful.’

“You’re thinking about running away, aren’t you?’ Imoen made a tired sigh which annoyed the drow even more “Forget about it. You would never succeed.’

“Let me worry abour it’ Viconia hissed “Tell me what is going on here?’

“Its Sarevok’s fault’ Imoen started slowly, whispering so no one else would hear her. “Therion resurrected him just to learn more about the divinity… they talked. In private and long. When he returned he was… different… he was always driven… hard… but he was my brother, my big brother and he took care of me. And then, he just threw me on the floor of the temple of Bhaal below Baldur’s Gate and ripped my clothes…’

‘ I...I didn't understand what he was d-doing...’, Imoen continued, her voice trembling. There were fresh tears in the corners of her eyes and Viconia had to suppress a derisive snarl at the redhead's weakness. Instead, she nodded and motioned the girl to go on. ‘ I...asked him, I...I begged to him to explain...but he just...he just s-slapped me. Then, he took out his...his cock...and pushed it into me...’

Now, the tears were flowing down her cheeks, glistening in the moonlight. ‘ I...I was a virgin...but he didn't care...I tried to fight him off but...but he was too strong...and it hurt so much...I screamed and screamed and screamed...and he just l-laughed...I saw...Sarevok come out of the temple....he s-smiled as he saw me under his b-brother...’

‘ It went on and..on...I just cried and screamed...i begged him to stop...and he...he said...that he would...never stop...never leave me alone again...that I had just stopped...being his sister...and would now be his...his s-slave...’ It was then that Imoen began to sob again, too quiet for the ogres to hear, but still annoyingly loud for Viconia. She bit back her anger, though, as there was no need to antagonize her fellow slave...at the moment, at least.

‘ I thought he would never s-stop...it hurt so much...Viconia...it hurt so much...’, Imoen mumbled, subonsciously clenching her legs together as the memory of her first brutal rape ravaged her mind again. Viconia sighed. Of course she knew how much it hurt...she'd been raped only a few hours ago...’ And then...then he came...in me...’ Imoen sobbed. ‘ And then? He must have given you an explanation eventually...’, Viconia asked, now getting impatient. If she'd have to suffer through more of Imoen's whining about how terrible her rape had been, she would forget her good intentions and try to seek something to stuff that blabbering mouth with.

‘ He...tied me up...and, together with...Sarevok, he dragged me out of...the catacombs...and out of Baldur's Gate...and then...they both....raped me again...and that's when he t-told me...that he....needed to...take my divinity...as well...but he didn't...want to k-kill me...after all...since he had better...uses for me...’ Imoen's voice had taken on a bitter tone. Viconia nodded slowly. Sarevok had gotten him started on the idea...and apparently, it had worked quite well, given Therion's physical and sexual prowess, far removed from the wannabe warrior she had met long ago.

‘ Do you still have a divine spark?’ Viconia asked after a moment, frowning in thought. If she somehow got Imoen to kill Therion...to backstab him or something like that, the tables could be turned...

Imoen shrugged. ‘ I don't know...sometimes I can feel...it inside me...but it's getting weaker each time he...rapes me. I'm just glad...he has stopped...giving me to...to Korgan...’ The girl cast a frightened glance at the tent to the right from which loud snoring emerged.

‘ Hey!’ both women jumped as the voice boomed over the campsite. One of the ogres had turned to them. ‘ Boss said you be silent at night...no talking from you, elf!’

‘Wake up!’ both slaves were woken by Korgan’s well placed kicks ‘Get your sorry asses up high and ready for fuck!’ the dwarf yelled.

‘Give them something to eat and drink’ Therion ordered ‘We don’t want them to pass out in the middle of the march… or in the middle of fucking.’

The drow didn’t know why at the very mention of the meal, the red mage began chuckling madly but she soon learnt as both she and Imoen were presented with bowl of… something. Something that was mixed with sticky, white cum. She looked at Therion with fury in her eyes but he only chuckled.

‘You won’t be getting anything else to eat… so I really advise you to eat it all like a nice doggie.’ He smiled.

‘You…’ she started but quickly decided not to say anything. She didn’t want to give in and allow them to freely humiliate her, but escape had priority over any futile forms of resistance. She had to be patient. Startled she noticed that Imoen began eating her meal with a seemingly good apetite as if though she didn’t mind the cum. She must have been used to it…

Viconia sighed and began eating the food. It tasted horribly, the unmistakable taste of cum prevalent even among the terrible taste of the meal itself. At least when she was finished, they were given cold, clean water.

But then, when they were finished, camp has been disassembled the dreaded words were spoken: ‘So, let’s fuck!’

She didn’t even notice who said it, but as soon it was said Korgan grabbed Imen by her hair and pushed her down, unbuckling his pants. Again, like yesterday Therion stopped him.

‘Leave her!’ he ordered raising.

‘What?!’ Korgan pushed Imoen to the ground and approached his leader, fight hanging in the air. Viconia fought a smile that was appearing on her face ‘Yesterday we couldn’t, now also?! You tell us when to fuck and when to piss?’

‘Imoen’s mine now’ Therion said ‘You have the new chick, take her!’.

Hearing this, Viconia’s smile immediately vanished, especially as the dwarf instead of pressing his issue, laughed hard and began approaching her.

‘Wait!’ this time it was Sarevok who stopped Korgan. Before the angry dwarf could reply Sarevok  said with a smile ‘Let’s tie her first to the trees and make her a proper welcome party’ he explained brandishing a whip.

A hearbeat later Viconia struggled against the firm hold of two warriors as they dragged her to small trees standing next to each other. The tied one hand and one leg to one tree and another to the second tree. As they were doing it, Viconia glanced at Imoen. The cute redhead was at her knees thanking her brother for… rescuing her from the rape at the hands (or cock) of the dwarf.

‘Thank you… thank you… master… thank you… aaa… ugh!’ her shameless chattering was interrupted as she was slapped hard.

‘Quit talking and use this quick tongue to thank me as a slave should’ Therion snapped. ‘Lick my balls!’

Imoen glanced at him nervously, her protest going quiet as Therion raised her hands again. She shuddered, crawled to her brother and stick her pink tongue, obediently running it around the ball sack of Therion, running circles with her dexterous, nimble tongue, licking and sucking on it. She sucked and slurped, as Therion’s cock began to rise, becoming harder and longer with every lick.

Viconia observed it but her concentration was quickly broken as there was a crack and a whip lash landed on her back. She cried with pain and strained against the bounds are whole body arched with pain. She quickly realized that this whipping will be worse than anything she experienced at the farm. Not only because Sarevok was much stronger and more brutal than any of her previous captors… the worst thing was that while Sarevok was preparing to whip her back, legs and ass, Korgan was brandishing his whip, touching her pussy lips with it and Edwin was chuckling as sparks of light were flying between his fingers.

‘ I much prefer fucking ya...’, Korgan said, grinning dirtily at her, showing his yellowed teeth, a wave of bad breath reaching her nostrils, ‘ but it's always fun ta play with the whips a bit...’ Viconia spat out. ‘ Only when the victim can't fight back, hm? So typicaaaaaaargh!’ Sarevok had landed another stroke against her back, his greater strength making her entire back erupt with blazing pain. Struggling, she fought the bonds that held her but Sarevok was an expert in bondage and they would not budge. Korgan laughed and took a few steps back. ‘ Let's see if I can make ya scream louder'n him! Sar! You up for the challenge?’ Much to her dismay, Viconia heard the other man laugh in twisted merriment. ‘ Of course! But you know I'm stronger...what do you want to bet?’ He lashed out at her again, the whip catching her right across the ass, both men laughing as she shook in her bonds, gasping, tears once again forming in her eyes. Gritting her teeth, focusing on the rage that welled up in her, towering, impotent fury that felt as if it would consume her, she blinked them away. She wasn't sure whether she could withstand this without crying but she damn sure would try!

‘ One who makes her scream louder gets ta fuck her ass first!’ Korgan grinned as he said that, inspecting the whip closely, getting into position to unleash his sadistic streak upon her. ‘ Deal’, Sarevok said calmly....

And then it began. Both started to rain down blows upon the drow's beautiful body, Sarevok methodically striking her back, ass and legs, trying to create a pattern of criscrossing welts on her dark skin. Korgan was less sophisticated, as usual, laying on with blind, perverted lust, raining down blows across her tits, her bells, the insides of her thights...and her cuntlips which he managed to hit with agonizing frequency. For Viconia, her entire world became consumed by pain as these two men tormented her, drawing out screams and agonized wails from between her lips, making her body jerk and squirm in her restraints as she sought to escape the unescapable.

She did not notice Therion starting to rape Imoen's mouth again, did not notice both men having pulled out their cocks and jerking to her screams and did not notice Edwin standing aside with a smug smirk on his face....all she knew was the blazing pain that enveloped her entire body. Of course, even with her great willpower, she could not prevent tears from running down her cheeks eventually, the pain being way too great to be controlled by a mind alone. Her legs and arms had started to tremble uncontrollably and were she forced to stand, she would have collapsed immediately. But the restraints held her in place for th men's twisted enjoyment.

She had lost all sense of time during her ordeal which had indeed been much, much worse than any whipping session she'd suffered through at the hands of the family, reducing her to a trembling, gasping wreck that could barely keep herself from sobbing uncontrollably. But eventually, it was over, with both men gasping and panting for breath. ‘ Now...who was the winner...?’Korgan asked, huffing, completely out of breath. ‘ I am...certainly...’, Sarevok said calmly. ‘ The hells you are....’, korgan began but at this moment, Edwin chimed in.

‘ I win’, he said smugly, smirking at them and at Viconia, his hands still forming arcane gestures.

‘ Ya didn't even play!’ Korgan yelled, spitting out in front of the mage.

‘ No one said it was over yet....’ Edwin simply said and uttered a single syllable...and Viconia's every nerve began to shriek in pain. It was as if every single part of her body received a whip stroke at once...though even that description failed to truly express what she felt. A burning needle was stuck into every inch of her body, inside and outside. Her muscles tensed up and she went rigid as she threw her head back and uttered a soundless scream at first before she let out a wail of purest agony.

It was over within a second but to Viconia, that single heartbeat had stretched into infinity and the pain receding was the most wonderful feeling ever. ‘ I guess that makes me the lucky one to have her ass, hm?’ Edwin more stated than asked, chuckling.

‘ Blasted mage!’ Korgan spat, eyeing his axe for a moment. ‘ That was cheating!’

‘ You have your muscles (and not much else) I have my mind. We all work with what we're given’, Edwin responded, ‘ In that case, a simple spell used on thayan slaves to keep them in line. Now, let's untie her so I can get my prize!!’

‘That was clever mage’ Sarevok smiled with the slightest hint of appreciation. He draw his dagger and cut the ropes, making Viconia fall to the ground. The drow only gasped silently as she her body hit the ground, exhausted and powerless.

‘Uuugh…’ she only could moan as she felt Edwin place his cock on the entrance to her ass and began pushing it inside. Her ass, taken against her will again, started to hurt, burning with pain. No matter how many time she took their cocks, she couldn’t get used to this horrible sensation. They took her so brutally and violently that it always left her twisting and writhing with agony. She was sure that her rapists also noticed – and appreciated – that no matter how much they fuck her, her holes remained exceptionally tight, each thrust in her bringing exquisite pleasure, especially as her abused body squirmed beneath them.

‘Yes… you’re tight… so tight… wonderful ass… wonderful… yes… so nice, warm and tight…’ Edwin continued mumbling as he pushed his dick inside, each thrust rocking her body forward. Viconia realized that the mage must have subjected himself to some form of Bull’s Strength spell as his pushes were on par with those of Korgan’s. Nevertheless she was glad – if such word could have been used – that he won the ‘bet’. She knew Edwin won’t last long in her, the mage didn’t have such control over his impulses and body. It was confirmed as the mage began gasping and moaning loudly as he pushed himself in her with increasing pace. ‘Oh, yes, yes, I’m cumming in your ass… it was… oooh… it was made for it… you were meant… yes, yes, yes… to be fucked and fucked… fucked… I’m cuuuumming!’ He finally shouted shooting waves of jism into her bowels.

‘Uuugh… no…’ Viconia only managed to moan as she slowly tried to rise. She saw Therion, who has just shot his load down Imoen’s throat and now had her lick his balls again.

‘Can we go now?’ he asked dryly.

‘Let us at least fuck this bitch’ Sarevok responded.

‘Ok, but do it quick’ Therion said and ordered Imoen to resume sucking his cock. The redhead, with her mouth already swollen from the constant sucking and face-fucking gulped but obediently began to move her tongue up and down his shaft. ‘Damn, I have to have this two bitches suck me together’ the leader laughed.

Viconia didn’t notice anything more as Sarevok and Korgan literally jumped at her forcing her down and taking her pussy and ass, leaving her motuh to howl and cry as the pounded her tight holes mercilessly…

When it was over, finally they resumed their travel. Viconia was afraid that after the whipping she won’t keep up with their speed, but the even gave her a healing potion in a cruel imitation of good will – wanting her to feel better just so they can fuck her more.

And they did. Each time they set up a camp, the team took turns fucking her. During the first time Imoen was given rest as they ordered her to prepare a meal so the whole party raped and whipped the priestess, leaving her sore and covered with cum. At the morning she got Imoen’s stew (mixed with cum) and another turn of banging.

On the second night it was the same, at least this time Therion was fucking Imoen so she had one less cock to worry about. Finally when she was laying there, exhausted and abused she heard them talking.

‘There is a village nearby… called Ghemia, Ghenia or something like that (not that I care about filthy peasants) ‘ Edwin muttered ‘A good bed would finally be appreciated (if there are any beds not ridden with bugs there)’.

‘And we have to resupply our food and water’ Sarevok noted ‘It is still a four-day travel to Athcatla’

‘We can stay there for the night’ Therion agreed ‘If they try to hinder us in any way we will burn the village down.’

‘And rape the women!’ Korgan laughed.

‘Speaking of which…’ Therion slowly turned over from the map to his slaves ‘What would you say about a little… performance . I feel our two slaves haven’t grown very close yet… its time to make them become much… much closer!’ he said with an evil grin.

Imoen gave her brother a puzzled look while Viconia only sighed. She could well imagine what they wanted now...but at least this time it wouldn#t be something painful...’just’ humiliating. ‘ Come on...crawl over to her!’ He gave Imoen a sharp kick that made the redhed yelp in pain. Stifling another sob, Imoen slowly rose on shaky knees and arms to make her way over to where Viconia was still lying on the hard-rocky ground, trying to recover from her most recent ordeal. Groaning as her muscles protested, Viconia sat up, glaring at the men who had stepped closer and were watching the two of them intently.

‘ I suppose I don't have to tell the likes of you what to do now, do I, drow?’ Therion asked, smirking, his eyes fixed on Imoen's ass at the moment. ‘ No....’, the drow snarled. Of course he did not have to. In her time as a priestess of Lolth, she had had enough sexual encounters with women to be quite experienced when it came to such pleasures. But still, having to...perform for them was different than...thanking the high priestess for a favour. Still, Viconia decided to swallow her pride...once again. The settlement was only two days away and it represented her best chance of flight. Unlike Imoen, she hadn't given up yet...but then again, she wasn't struck with this abominable weakness anymore.

‘ What...do they want from us now?’ Imoen whispered weakly when she was within reach of Viconia. ‘ It's easy, girl...these degenerates want us to act like lovers.’ ‘ L-like...lovers?’ The young girl frowned and Viconia rolled her eyes. How naive could the redhead be? ‘ Yes...kissing and touching each other like they do...only with the fingers and tongue.’

‘ But...I don't know how...’, Imoen said, slowly panicking, throwing a frightened look at Therion and the others. Her brother was already tapping his armored foot on the ground impatiently. ‘ Get to it, sis...if I don't see some show of affection from one of you, it's the whip again...for both!’

‘ So I see...’, Viconia said, her voice practically dripping with acid. She certainly wasn't going to suffer because of the girl's ignorance. ‘ That's why you will shut up now and let me take the lead. Just do as I do and we'll be fine.’ Before imoen could react or say anything, she had pressed her lips onto the redhead's, forcing her tongue deeply into Imoen's mouth. ‘ That's better!’ they heard Therion say, laughing. Imoen let out a surprised gasp as she was forced into the kiss, the drow's slender dark arms embracing her, keeping her from moving away as Viconia deepened the kiss, her tongue pushing against Imoen's in a mockery of affection. She felt their abused breasts press together and swallowed back a grunt of pain at the uncomfortable sensation.

‘ A kiss is all nice'n good but we want ta see more!’ That was Korgan, once more cementing Viconia's plan to eviscerate him slowly the first chance she got. Breaking the kiss, she then slid down Imoen#s body while the younger girl was still gasping in surprise, trying to catch her breath. With deliberate slowness, she kissed her way along Imoen's jawline and down her throat before pushing the younger girl backwards so that she was now lying on the floor. ‘ What...’, imoen began but Viconia cut her short with a hand clamped over her mouth and a snarled, ‘ Shut up! Just lie there and take it...it's what you do best, after all’

As she began to run her tongue over the round orbs of Imoen's tits, moving her face at an angle that allowed all three men to watch what she was doing, how she was circling Imoen's nipples with her tongue before taking them into her mouth, her right hand moved down between the other girl's legs. She could see that Therion was stroking his cock, his hardness already having returned...and even Sarevok, Edwin and Korgan were slowly getting hard again. The best she could hope for now was to get them off before they could stick their cocks into their – especially her – holes again.

So, still suckling on imoen's breasts while the redhead alternatively watched her and, with a much more frightened expression, the other men, she began to slide two fingers into Imoen's abused cunt, immediately starting to pump them in and out deep and fast, making the young girl cry out. ‘ Please...it still hurrtsss...i'm still sore....’, the redhead whimpered pitifully. ‘ I know...’, Viconia said, letting go of Imoen's nipple for a moment, ‘ But that's what they want to see...or do you think they want us to enjoy ourselves?’And then, grinning with just a hint of spite, she added a third finger...

‘Ugh!’ Imoen moaned as she felt another finger entering her pussy, pumping in unison with others, moving inside her soft, tender, tight hole. It wasn’t as violent as the rapes she endured at the hands of her brother and his party, far from it, but it felt so… wrong. To have this drow, this woman move her hand in her, hurting her just to pleasure their rapists. ‘Ugh… no… nnnn-’ another moan was interrupted as Viconia forced her tongue into Imoen’s mouth moving there, probing, making the priestess shudder only a bit as she felt the taste of Therion’s cum still lingering in the redheads mouth.

‘That is great’ Sarevok smiled.

‘Yeah! More!’ Korgan yelled.

Viconia didn’t know more of what did he exactly want, but she could safely assume that, as usual, more pain and degradation. She started licking Imoen’s neck, went down to play with girl’s cute, perky tits, licking them. She took her nipples in her mouth, at first gently sucking on them but then, suddenly biting it and pulling the nipple as though she wanted to bite it off. Imoen cried but her cries were quickly cut as Viconia once more forced her tongue into her mouth. Finally the redhead began twisting her body, trying to break free from the hand pumping her abused pussy and the pain on her breasts. She reached her hand and grabbed the drow’s tit and squeezed it, either to push the drow back or to retaliate for her pain.

The priestess moaned into Imoen’s mouth, not interrupting the kissing for one second, her tongue interwined with the redhead’s. It was strange but she felt… maybe not good, surely not good – abused and forced to perform - but a bit better now as she was the one giving pain. As a drow priestess she always ha a sadistic streak, although not as much as the priestesses of Lolth. In some way the moaning, trembling body of Imoen gave her… not pleasure… but some form of satisfaction and feeling of strength. Despite this, for one second she didn’t forget in what situation she is. Wanting to arouse the men even more, she starting rubbing her thigh into Imoen’s pussy, without withdrawing her hand and rubbing her crotch over the girl’s thigh.

‘I’ve watched enough, lets do them!’ these Korgan’s words instantly destroyed any feeling of strength and powers she had, especially as she was quickly grabbed and put into all fours. She felt the dwarf place his cock at the entrance to her tight ass and slowly push the head of his cock inside. In front of her Therion placed Imoen in the same position and began pounding her pussy, while Sarevok and Edwin were slowly jerking off.

‘You two kiss each other!’ Therion ordered as each of his thrusts made Imoen’s had rock forward towards Viconia.

Viconia cried out under Korgan's brutal thrusts as the dwarf violated her ass for at least the tenth time since they had captured her. Despite her best efforts, it hurt too much to just bite back the screams, though she still managed to keep the tears at bay during all but the worst whipping sessions. Not so with Imoen. As her brother brutally pounded into her, the redhead was sobbing once more, mourning her innocence probably as much as lamenting her pain. ‘ Didn't you hear me?’ Therion grumbled, grinding into his sister with all his strength, causing a loud cry to erupt from Imoen's soft lips.

Sighing, Viconia shifted so that she could rest her entire weight on one hand, reaching out with the other to grab Imoen's head and bring her even closer, roughly pressing her lips onto the redhead's. ‘ That's it!’ she heard Korgan cheer, feeling his cock twicth inside her ass at the sight, a sensation that made her groan into Imoen's mouth as her tongue entwined with the crying girl's. Moaning and crying out into each other's mouths, the two slaves continued their obscene sapphic kiss even as the men cheered and raped them hard and brutally. The entire session lasted for more than one hours, with Therion spraying his load into his sister 4 times, his divine heritage simply allowing him to keep going even after climaxing...while Viconia was raped by the three others in turn, leaving both her ass and pussy feel sore and swollen, causing her incredible pains as she tried to walk after them once they had finished.

Later the same day, the rooftops of the village – it's name, according to the roadsigns, was Ghenia – apepared in sight and the men stopped. ‘ Good, finally!’ Korgan said, ‘ Can't wait to see if they got some nice bitches there!’ Viconia shook her head. ‘ You think about nothing else? Degenerate scum...’ ‘ I can think about killing as well...you want me to, elf?’ Korgan snarled, placing his hand on the hilt of his axe, but a laughing Therion stopped him. ‘ Don't let her rile you up...at this point, she might even want to die.’ Then, lightning-quick, he lashed out at Viconia, his backhand sweep sending her sprawling to the ground. ‘ And it is never going to happen. You will not escape us so easily, Viconia...even your soul belongs to me now.’ Holding her burning, darkening cheek, Viconia glared up at him, grunting in pain as she stood up once more. ‘ We'll see...’, she muttered but before Therion could react, Sarevok spoke up.

‘ We should prepare. As usual, unless we see something we like too much to leave behind...’, he looked at Korgan, then at Edwin, ‘ we should simply act like adventurers. Our two slaves here...will be captured witches we bring to Athkatla to be judged. Just like the last times. Imoen...’

Upon hearing her name, the young girl stepped forward hesitantly, settling down the bag she was forced to carry. Quicjkly, Sarevok took out several chains and manacles and proceeded to restrain her hands behind her back before fastening a metal collar around her neck that was both connected to the manacles holding her hands as well as another chain serving as a leash. ‘ Now you’, Therion said to Viconia. Before she could chose whether to try and resist or to obey, she was pushed forward by Korgan, the dwarf's hands lingering on her ass a bit longer than necessary.

With quick and expert movements, Sarevok grabbed her hands and forced them together behind her back in a manner that painfully reminded her of the way Alius had restrained her when throwing her into the cellar. ‘ You speak in the village...I'll cut your tongue out. We can regrow it in time for your next mouthfucking but it won't be pretty...you understand?’ Sighing grimly, Viconia nodded to Therion's words. ‘ Good...then let's see if we can get a decent meal for once...’

The party finally entered the village. As humiliated as Viconia was, being paraded there in chain, she was partly relieved as before they entered the village, both girls were given some clothes to cover their nudity. Of course, the villages still gathered around them, but Therion quickly explained – lied -  who they were and who their ‘prisoners’ were. The crowd quickly dispersed as Korgan and Sarevok were a very unsettling company.

The party quickly went to the tavern. It wasn’t hard to notice that the inn was almost empty, with the few people inside more drinking to drown their sorrows than to celebrate something. The villagers almost didn’t raise their eyes, when the party came. The atmosphere of mourning was clearly visible. Korgan of course, not caring about this immediately spotted one really cute serving girl and began ogling her. She was lovely, petite, with long brown her and innocent, though sad blue eyes. Korgan wouldn’t have been himself if he didn’t try to grope her ass through her tight apron when she came to bring the ale. The girl shrieked in surprise and retreated.

‘Calm down, dwarf’ Therion hissed ‘What did I say?’

‘Did we should act like adventurers and I surely behave like one’ Korgan grinned.

‘That’s not what I meant’ Therion sighed.

‘Oh, and you said that we should be good unless we really want something… I really want this bitch!’

‘I said: calm down’ Therion’s voice became dangerously calm, but before the argument could escalate. Edwin grabbed Therion’s hand and hissed, silencing them. An old man was approaching their table.

‘Greetings adventurers. I’m Tarin and I have the honor of being the mayor of this town’ he began ‘I am sorry but I have to ask, my doom looms over our village and you seem to be the only ones who could safe us from utter darkness’.

‘We’re not interested’ Edwin smirked.

‘Utter darkness? What peasant talks like this?’ Korgan laughed but Therion just raised his hand.

‘We’re on an important mission to transport this witches to the prison of the Order of Radian Heart. The paladin’s want to question them immediately, they may even be necromancers’ he said slowly but before he could add something more the mayor interrupted, almost jumping in joy.

‘You defeated a necromancer?! What a joy! Our village is plagued by one, many of our best men fell in the confrontation with her vile minions and she might be poising her legions as we speak to annihilate us, please… we beg… help us!’

‘Get lost old man! (What a fool, as if we wouldn’t have enough to do!)’ Edwin turned back.

‘Hmm, we may be able to help’ it seemed as if Therion was changing his mind. ‘But we need to know more.’

‘And we want this wench sent to our room!’ Before Therion or Sarevok could silence him Korgan suddenly laughed pointing at the serving girl.

The mayor blinked, unsure whether he had heard the dwarf correctly. ‘ Pardon?’ ‘ Yeah, you heard me correctly!’ Korgan said, greedy eyes leering at the serving girl who was shrinking back towards the nearest wall, unsure how to react. ‘ One moment here’, Therion calmly interjected, placing a hand on the dwarf's shoulder with just enough force to make Korgan stop talking. ‘ Tell us more about this necromancer that has you all riled up.’

‘ Uhm...yes, yes...’, Tarin mumbled, gathering his wits, ‘ she came to us about a week ago...of course, back then we didn't know what she was, so we just treated her like another traveller...we get a lot of these, being on the main road from Athkatla and all that...’ Sarevok and Korgan both rolled their eyes at the man's blabbering. But if Therion wanted to listen to him, what could they do? Even Korgan, as much as he might want to, wouldn't act against the group leader. Therion had what he respected most in the world...power.

That power had granted him more cunts and asses to fuck and more heads to split open than he'd ever thought possible already. And if this crazed human actually managed to become a god...the rewards for his mortal followers would be tremendous. And as insane the dwarf was, he would never risk that reward. As for Sarevok...during the talk they'd had after that fateful battle and Sarevok's resurrection, Therion had made him an offer no one could refuse. Sarevok would not betray his brother...his chance at divinity was gone. Forever. But travelling with Therion had given him enough distractions to make him forget that loss.

‘ She said her name...name was Ninde...and well...she acted like any other traveller...until Old McDurn made a lewd comment about her that she didn't like. She...’, Tarin took a deep breath, a shadow passing over his face, ‘ she...made a gesture and suddenly, he just...fell back and died. Of course, we tried to restrain her...but she...she killed Brann and Jorgan just as easily...’

‘ So you settled for driving her out of town’, Therion finished the narration for the older man. Tarin nodded hurriedly. ‘ Yes, yes...but she said she'd be back...that she wouldn't tolerate being shown such disrespect...and the next night..the dead started to rise.’ he shuddered, looking over his shoulder as if a wight might have snuck up on him.

‘ The spell...sounded like Finger of Death to me...rather powerful, though she's certainly no match for me...if you really intend to waste our time with this’, Edwin mused, giving the mayor a cold side-glance.

‘ I have to ask, brother...why are we agreeing to help them?’ Sarevok asked ‘ I mean, i do not mind cutting down undead but still...what do we care?’ He completely ignored the mayor, even though the man was following their conversation with bated breath. ‘ It is simple’, Therion responded, turning away to whisper into his brother's ear without the mayor listening in. ‘ We cannot just trample our way into Athkatla like we did in Beregost and the Friendly Arm. The city is guarded by a cabal of powerful wizards. To get in without anyone being suspicious, we need to seem like normal adventurers...heroes, even. Also, as a necromancer...maybe our...villain here may have some information on that shadow stone that I seek.’ Sarevok frowned but nodded, following, if not agreeing, his brother's reasoning.

‘ We will help you...for the right price, of course’, Therion said, turning back towards the mayor. ‘ of course, of course...we do have some gold and...maybe a few magical trinkets...’, he hurried explained, his relief visible in his eyes. ‘ That is good for a start....but there is one more thing.’ Therion nodded towards the serving girl. ‘ What is her name?’ ‘ Uhm...Dany...why?’

‘ Because she'll serve us while we're here!’ Korgan laughed. Viconia had trouble believing this...they already had two slaves with whom they could do as they pleased...and the dwarf still wished for another? By the gods, castrating that mongrel would be a saintly endeavor...

‘ What? I mean....why...how...’, the mayor began to stammery taken by surprise. ‘ Calm down. It's very easy. Dany...does she have any family here?’Therion asked, his voice deathly calm, the way it always was when he planned murder.

‘ Uhm...no...she's an orphan...but I can't just...give her to you! That is...monstrous!’ Edwin chuckled. ‘ isn't it a bit late to find your guts again, old man?’ the wizard asked, sarcastically.

‘ You can and you will’, Therion said, still as calm as the air before a summer storm, ‘ because otherwise we will just leave you all to be devoured by zombies. Remember...Amn has no ruling house at the moment...this area is lawless. Help won't come. So, what say you? We promise...we won't hurt her...much.’

‘I… I will talk to her’ the mayor said with a trembling voice, turned and moved towards the girl who was trying not to draw any attention.

‘Damn you, Korgan’ Therion hissed ‘For once you may do as I command and not as your dick commands?’

‘What’s wrong, we’ll have a fresh fuck-meat and when we leave the village they will even be thanking us’ the dwarf shrugged.

‘As much as I hate to admit… the dwarf may be right’ Sarevok slowly said ‘Those peasants are clearly desperate, they will allow us to do everything. And the more accepted the notion of rape is… the stronger your future domain gets, brother’ the last words were almost whispered.

‘Let it be’ Therion sighed but and turned to look at the terrified Dany. She was shaking her head violently, not moved by the pleas of the mayor, not wanting to have anything to do with the team, least of all to… serve them.

Suddenly two of the villagers rose from the chairs, still swaying because of the large amount of alcohol they’d drunk.

‘What is this shit is… shit!’ one blubbered ‘I’m not leaving to die my house to die… to those… goblin hobs!’

‘Zombies, not hobgoblin’ the second more sober man corrected ‘But yeah, I’m not going to die here, just because you dumb wench can’t hide your pride and serve those gentleman who want to save our village.’

‘I won’t!’ the girl nearly cried ‘They’ll hurt me, I know it!’

‘Yeah, better you than all of us’ the man said as he and his friend grabbed her hands.

‘Leave her alone… now! Please?’ the mayor started to protest ‘I’m sure… Dany will… will listen to the… voice of reason.’

‘I shit on reason’ the drunk blubbered again ‘We’re taking her to their room, they have fun and save us!’

Very soon Dany, her face wet from tears, crying loud was lying on the bed, with hands and legs tied to the bedposts as Therion was fucking her tight, just deflowered cunt. She had never thought that her first time will be… like this, with some brute taking her maidenhood with one violent thrust which filled her with pain and then pounding her tight pussy as she begged him and the gods to make it stop. Not only he was her first, but his cock was huge, with her limited knowledge in this aspect she would have never guessed that anyone can be so endowed. Sure, she heard gossips of women in the village about male dicks and she couldn’t understand why they thought bigger was better. This man’s hard prick was stretching her to the point when even keeping it in her motionlessly was hurting her not to mention when he pounded her with savage fury. Finally he has finished, groaning as he filled her with his seed, the sensation making her strain against the bonds in pain and disgust.

And then it was the turn of the others.

Later, Dany was on her knees, sucking Edwin’s cock, moaning around it as Korgan pushed bottles in and out of her abused holes, each pumping move making more cum drip from her filled pussy and sore, abused ass. Therion was sitting in a chair while Imoen was moving up and down, with his cock in her tight ass, riding him, fucking him as Viconia was licking her pussy, trying to concentrate on it, even though her whole body was rocking in the rhythm of Sarevok plunging his cock in her ass. Viconia was in fact quite content and even grateful to Korgan that he wanted to take Dany, another, fresh slave meant that at least this time she wasn’t abused so much. Still it wasn’t much of a upside, she pondered as with each thrust of Sarevok’s cock her ass was feeling more and more as though it was on fire. How could she concentrate on licking Imoen in such position? How could she move her gentle, dexterous tongue by the girls pussy lips, licking her clit, moving inside and tasting the girl’s juices mixed with cum…

Only then did the team start to plan their strategy against the undead…

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.

Finally the team reached Athcatla. Therion didn’t worry that his slaves will slip away in the city – Imoen was under a powerful geas making her body writhe in agony if she tried to escape. With Viconia the case was even better – apart from the spell, she had nowhere to run, a drow caught in the city could face and even worse fate.

The party went to the Copper Coronet, a place known by Korgan as a part of the infamous underground slavers network. Once there, Therion sent Imoen, Korgan and Edwin to one room, this once allowing them to use her body – which naturally brought fear and tears to girl’s eyes – on the condition she remains reasonably silent. People from the Copper Coronet had to be used to different sounds, but there was no need to be careless. Then Therion, Sarevok and Viconia sat at the table.

‘You wait here’ Therion ordered and approached Hendak – the owner of the tavern.

‘Welcome sir… I’ve got a lot of money to spend.’ Therion said with a smile ‘Can you recommend some… entertainment?’

‘Naturally, sir’ Hendak was careful for a second, but there was something in Therion that made him sure, that he isn’t any guard trying to con him into admitting some crimes ‘Upstairs you can feel free to taste the pleasure given by our… ladies. And after this we recommend you to watch a little… fight. I hope you are in a mood for betting?’

‘Of course. But first, let me try out one of your beauties’ Therion winked to Sarevok and went upstairs. Viconia risked a short glance at Sarevok but he just told her to drink. It was strange that for once she wasn’t sent to the room instead of Imoen to serve the party with her… attributes. It was… unsettling.

Meanwhile Therion approached the madame that was in charge of the brothel and hired one of the prostitutes. The girl, slender and very pretty, with dark hair tied in one long braid and lovely tits, barely covered by semi-transparent material came and with an only slightly trembling voice she asked the man to go to her room.

‘What do you want me to do sir?’ she asked, not daring to look into his eyes.

‘Strip’ Therion ordered and watched with pleasure as the woman undid the stripes keeping her clothes and let her dress and tunic fall to the floor. Therion on the other hand just unbuckled his pants and lied down on the soft bed. ‘Suck’ he simply said and watched as the woman slowly took his penis out and after his command kneeled in front of him and started licking the head of his cock.

He watched in pleasure knowing what she must feel – not only the total disgust at the perspective of pleasuring another client but also resignation to her fate. Therion moaned silently as Violet (this was the prostitutes ‘name’) lowered her head, taking half of his long shaft into her mouth and caressing it with her wet tongue. After watching for a bit as she moved her head up and down he finally ordered her to stop and mount him. The girl didn’t protest, just climbed the bed with a look of utter defeat in her eyes and lowered her body onto his rigid cock, making just a small sigh of pain as she felt his huge dick fill her cunt. She bit her lips and started to move up and down, moaning as all of her clients expected her to do. She couldn’t have known that Therion couldn’t care less – he knew how she hated her work and her slavery and this knowledge brought almost as much pleasure as the feeling of her pussy around his dick…

Finally, when they were done he asked:

‘You’re a slave, aren’t you? I thought it is illegal in Amn.’ He said silently.

‘Yes sir’ Violet answered silently.

‘Don’t you worry, I’ll do something about it’ he said with a warm smile and left the room. When he approached the made he said ‘The girl was quite good, but you can’t have your girls tell every customer that they are slaves and beg to be released. You should be glad that she chose me’ he lied with a small smile. ‘I expect her to be punished’ he added, walking downstairs. He had a plan already.

‘ Of course’, the madam said and rushed towards the door Therion had just closed. He couldn't help but start grinning as, only moments later, he heard muffled screams and loud slaps from behind the closed door. Things were certainly going his way. The last few days, he had felt more and more energized, filled with a tingling of power he thoroughly relished. His commandments to the village certainly paid off.

Once down, he entered the back rooms where, much to his amusement, he was able to watch an unarmed dwarf being ripped apart by a troll in a mockery of a gladiator match. Not too impressive, but it would be nice as a little distraction on the side.

‘ Alright...’, he said to Hendak once he'd reached the common room again, taking the owner aside, ‘ I...sampled your product and found out something rather...interesting.’ ‘ And that would be?’ Hendak asked, seemingly innocent but measuring Therion up with his eyes, wary for any sign of danger.

‘ You keep slaves. And, before you protest...I am not from the Guard or some group of ‘heroes’ who want to ruin your business.’ He noticed Hendak's hand play with the hilt of a cleverly hidden dagger. Let the fool try, he thought. If push came to shove, he would easily be able to overpower and kill the man within heartbeats.

‘ What is it that you want, then?’ Hendak asked, his tone carefull, his entire body tense like a jungle cat about to pounce. ‘ I have an offer for you. You see the elf at the table? The dark one?’

Hendak nodded. He'd eyed the drow for some time now, as had probably everyone else inside the common room. The huge man sitting next to her was probably the only reason the girl hadn't been lynched yet. ‘ She's a troublemaker. Got little use for her on the road...and she gets boring after a while anyway’, he lied. Viconia would never get bored for him, not while she still had some fight left in her. ‘ So what say you? You and some of your trusted employees can sample her and then we can agree on a decent price? You get a new exotic slavegirl and I'm one way closer to riches and fame.’

‘ Hmmm...’, Hendak made, frowning, his gaze fixed on Viconia, noticing for the first time the collar she wore around her neck, half hidden by the shirt she'd been dressed in. Her face was beautiful in a strong, aristocratic sort of way, a face that spoke of a haughty personality used to a luxurious lifestyle. A grin stole upon his face as he imagined how deep she'd fallen...

‘ Bring her to room 3 upstairs. I'll be waiting’, he finally said. Therion, knowing very well that no sane man would have been able to resist the offer, simply nodded before returning to the table. ‘ Brother...take her upstairs. Room 3...darkie is to entertain a few...guests’, he said, reaching out to pat Viconia's cheek. The drow, now realizing that Therion certainly hadn't intended to spare her, spat onto the table before her. Therion shook his head, chuckling...then grabbed her by the throat. ‘ You better behave...if this goes sour, I'll make you beg for death!’

‘ Speaking of begging for death...I better get my dear sister...I'm sure Korgan and Edwin will want to watch this.’ As Sarevok stood up, half dragging the drow after him, Therion made his way up the stairs again, opening the door to room 4 without knocking.

The sight before him made him grin. Imoen was a wreck. Her face and hair were covered in sticky fresh cum which ran down her face together with the remnants of all the tears she'd shed...her sobs were dry now, however, all tears had been cried already. She was sitting in Korgan's lap, her legs spread, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her abused asshole, the dwarf's calloused hands squeezing her tits painfully, the many bruises on them already showing that the last hour had been hell for her. With shaking legs, she supported herself while slowly moving up and down on the dwarf's cock, whimpering pathetically each time she impaled herself on his member. Edwin, a sadistic smile on his face, was standing nearby, concentrating as he mentally controlled a thick candlestick, pumping it in and out of the young girl's pussy with his mind – and a handy telekinesis spell – alone....

‘ Playtime's over’, Therion stated calmly, turning around already just as Korgan started cursing, ‘ I hope she's made each of you cum at least once...or else you'll be in big trouble, sis...’

‘Yeah’ Korgan smirked throwing Imoen off his cock to the floor, watching as the girl sobs voicelessly. ‘I missed fucking her so much that I almost blew my load the second she started crying.’

‘But why the hassle? Couldn’t we have played with her a bit more? (Always work, nobody thinks about my pleasure. And I had to share her with the dwarf, disgusting, most disgusting).’ Edwin started mumbling again as he removed the candlestick with one gesture, causing Imoen to finally breath in relief.

‘What are you complaining about again, eh mage?’ Korgan said threatingly, buckling his pants and moving towards his axe on the chest.

‘Silence you two’ Therion interrupted before the mage could reply. ‘Little darkie is doing a show for us and some other gentlemen upstairs, thought you’d like to watch and maybe participate.’

‘Good idea… you’d like that darkie, wouldn’t you?’ Korgan laughed.

‘But what do we do with her?’ Edwin gestured towards Imoen, who curled herself in a ball and desperately tried to avoid any attention. ‘We’re taking her as well’

‘Hmm, no. Vicky should be enough for them. ‘ Therion decided ‘Korgan, tie her to the bed and leave her.’

The dwarf effortlessly lifted the redhead, threw her on the bed and tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts. Imoen just whimpered silently whenever his rough hands travelled to her tits or ‘accidentally’ probed her cunt. When she was tighly secured, Edwin gave Korgan a large, wooden, penis-shaped gag.

‘No, no, no please, there is no need, you don’t have to… I’ll be quiet, I’ll be good, no, ple- umppfff… plsss!’ Imoen started to plead, but with exhaustion in her voice instead of the usual desperation as she saw Korgan approach with the gag. Her eyes went wide when she finally was silenced by his rammeing the gag in her mouth, almost choking her on it and finally securing it.

‘Oh and one last thing before we leave…’ Therion smiled so sincerely to his sister that she immediately felt fear overwhelm her. ‘Someone must keep an eye on her. Edwin, summon some… company.’

He laughed as Imoen started desperately shaking her head, eyes wide in fear, strange muffled whimpers getting out of her gagged mouth. ‘Mmmm!’ she moaned as silhouettes of three summoned orcs were beginning to materialize in the room.

‘Remember: be silent’ Edwin ordered his minions and soon the party left the room.

‘So, now to your show darkie’ Therion turned to Viconia ‘Don’t you worry… I am not willing to sell you just yet.’

‘Damn you!’ Viconia hissed ‘Everyone would be better than you, you…!’ the drow snapped but wisely restrained herself from cursing her master.

‘Yeah, probably you would have escapen easily… on the other hand if some dumb villagers managed to enslave you, I’m not so sure you have what it takes anymore.’ Therion laughed as Viconia’s face darkened with hatred and shame. ‘But I’m glad you still remember I like you feisty. Sarevok, Edwin?’ he said quietly.

Before Viconia could react, Sarevok grabbed two of her hands in one hand and used the second to grab her mouth, gagging her. Edwin whispered a spell and once again every inch of the priestess’ body arched with excruciating pain. She trembled in Sarevok strong embrace, struggling in vain to escape his grasp. Even despite the gag loud moans were escaping her mouth and Edwin had to stop the spell not to attract attention.

‘I love when you are feisty and I love hurting you’ Therion said almost politely ‘But that was just a small taste of what will happen to you, if you don’t do a good show. Understood?’

Still glaring with hatred, Viconia slowly nodded her head and only then Sarevok released her. The party went with her upstairs. In front of room 3 there was Hendak standing, his face clearly showing a struggle between distrust, lust and greed that was going in his soul. Next to him the madam from the brothel was standing but even her arrogant smile waned as Korgan made a rude joke towards her.

‘Everything is ready…’ he said, nodding to Therion ‘I hope I will be able to sample her… goods along with other clients.’ He asked.

‘Of course’ Therion said ‘But I have a condition of my own. When it is decided that someone will buy little darkie, I want to speak with the head of the ring.’

‘She doesn’t meet with customers’ Hendak replied ‘You can do everything through me.’

‘I must insist’ Therion said, noting in his memory the ‘she’, Hendak used. ‘I can bring you more slaves of her quality… but I’d prefer to… cut the middlemen.’ He smiled threatingly towards Hendak.

For a few heartbeats they were staring into each others eyes, but finally the owner of the tavern lowered his eyes.

‘I think I can make an exception and arrange a meeting’ he said ‘But it all depends how will she entertain us and if she will make the patrons happy.’

‘Agreed’ Therion said ‘But one more thing. She is only one and I don’t know how many patrons you have there. But you can be sure we won’t be just sitting and watching the show and I assure you she is so hot that most patrons will become hard as soon as they see her. I suggest someone to… relieve the tention as well.’

‘It will be done’ the madam raised her eyes ‘I have arranged two of my girls to keep them – and you - entertained.’

‘Good’ Therion smiled ‘One request though ‘Can one of those girls be Violet?’

‘She is just being punished, there will be marks on her’ madam hesitated for a second.

‘All the better’ this time it was Sarevok who smiled.

‘Of course sirs, I will go for her immediately’ the madam agreed and left.

‘I think we can start’ Hendak said and opened the door, letting the party in.

The room was a bit larger than the ones where Therion had enjoyed Violet and Edwin and Korgan had violated Imoen...apparently, it had been built with larger ‘parties’ in mind. It was dominated by a large bed and a long, low table. A long wooden board hung on a wall with numerous sex toys and whips hanging from it. The bed itself had shackles attached to each bedpost. Therion smirked at the sight...it seemed Hendak had thought of everything a client could want.

The room was not unoccupied. Two young girls were already sitting on the bed, looking up with big, resigned yet still fearful eyes. One was a slender blonde elf, the other a big-breasted redhaired human girl. Both were quite pretty and utterly naked, their bodies showing very faint bruises. Thin leather collars around their necks bore tags with their names...the elf was called Lilly, the human Vala. Therion smiled. They would do nicely to relive any tension and keep the others from abusing Viconia overmuch...after all, she was supposed to serve him and his comrades for much, much longer.

From another side door, the madam approached, dragging a shivering, crying Violet with her and throwing her onto the bed unceremoniously. Therion admired her handywork...a row of fresh welts and bruises crisscrossed Violet's tits and back. Every single movement must feel like hell for now.

Once inside, Therion stepped aside to let the others through, reveling in the slight rise of panic in the two slavegirls' eyes as man after man entered. First Hendak, then three of his most trusted guards, then a burly half-orc, then a fat merchant...and then, of course, Sarevok with Viconia still on a leash. Behind her came Korgan, who wore the usual cruel, dirty grin on his face as he groped the drow's ass as long as it was within easy reach, knowing and enjoying how much Viconia hated his touch. Even though he'd already spent one load on Imoen, he was already ready and eager for more. Behind him came Edwin who quietly scoffed at the assembled men.

‘ Sharing again? Hmph...I do not understand why we have to go through this charade. I could find the hideout just as easily, if not quicker...’, he whispered, stopping only when Therion shot him a dark look.

‘ Neither my reasons nor my plans are open to discussion, mage. Remember that. I cannot just barge in and take what I want. Not here. Not yet. So just stop your incessant whining for one moment and enjoy the show.’

Moving his attention from a grumbling Edwin back to the center of the room, Therion watched as Sarevok released his hold on the leash and proceeded to push Viconia forward, the drow landing right in the middle of the room. Still garbed in the coarse peasant's clothes, her body nevertheless drew lustful stares from all the assembled. Quite obviously, she noticed the same, her cheeks turning a darker shade out of sheer shame.

‘ So, drow...you're going to keep us entertained tonight, then....’, Hendak began, stepping forward and gripping a fistful of her white long hair, using it to brutally drag the former priestess back to her feet, Viconia gritting her teeth to keep herself from crying out in pain.

‘ You seem pretty enough...but it's hard to say with all these clothes getting in the way. So why don't you dance for us and lose them?’ Stepping back, he waited for Viconia to begin, his eyes afire with anticipation...

Viconia shot a short glance at Therion who just nodded. The drow sighed and stood up. She closed her eyes for a moment, opened them again and started moving her body. She was fortunate that she was very dexterous and flexible and that court dances were taught in the highest circles of drow nobility. She imagined hearing the sound and started swaying to the imaginary music. The men stares lingered at her body, watching her gentle moves.

Hendak smiled and whistled. This was enough for Therion who simply ordered ‘Start stripping!’

Not wanting to anger her ‘master’ – how she hated that word – even more, the priestess let her cloak fall to the ground. Underneath there was just a skimply outfit, revealing more than covering. Hendak’s gaze traveled up her long, slender legs, admiring her naked arms and stopping longer at her butt and barely covered breast.

‘Damn, I have to find some outfit for her’ Sarevok said.

‘And if you are at this, get one for Imoen as well’ Therion laughed and glanced at Violet. ‘I hope your punishment was nice’ he smiled at the girl ‘You can thank me with those pretty mouth later, now service the dwarf!’

The leader laughed again as he observed first anger than disgust, when the prostitute knelt in front of Korgan and with a short hesitation began unbuckling his pants, as Korgan just sat there smiling.

Seeing this, as well as Viconia’s moves, Sarevok started to get horny again. ‘Elf, it was some time since I buggered one of your kind’

Lilly looked at Hendak, but he was watching Viconia. ‘Drow, drop the rest off!’ Hendak ordered and the elf had no choice but to approach Sarevok. Edwin glanced at Therion, but the leader mercifully gestured at Vala.

‘Yeah, you can take your turn with her’ he allowed the mage.

‘ Good...’, Edwin said, nodding, before turning his attention to Vala. ‘ Come here!’ he ordered the redheaded girl, who, somewhat hesitantly, stepped towards him. Therion noticed the expession on her face, the unhidden disgust and resignation on her pretty features and gave Hendak an approving nod. The slaver had taken care not to take the most broken slaves for entertainment, instead choosing those who still were able to show that they did anything but enjoy this. Perfect. By now, the thought of consensual sex, even with a whore, sent shivers of faint disgust down his spine...possibly a result of becoming more and more attuned to his chosen portfolio.

From the left came a hard gagging sound as Korgan grabbed Violet's head and forced her face into his crotch, his thick cock pushed into her mouth and down her throat without mercy or pause. The ugly dwarf groaned and began to thrust into the gagging, gargling slave's mouth while watching Viconia's performance.

Still dancing, the drow slowly removed the few skimpy articles of clothing she still wore, reluctantly and obviously ashamedly exposing her entire beautiful body to the greedy eyes watching her every move.

‘ Can't wait to have those lips on my cock’, one of the guards said, grinning, his eyes fixed on Viconia's round, perfect tits, ‘ I'm going to choke her on my dick...’ His musings were interrupted by a sharp cry of pain...Sarevok had just begun to push his cock into Lily's ass, the elf's face scrunched in pain as he proceeded to drill more of his cock into her, looming over her as she was pushed down on her hands and knees. Yes, this party would be very enjoyable...’ Told ya, elven asses are the best!’ Korgan said, laughing while he forced Violet to deepthroat his ever-stiffening cock.

‘ Very good’, Hendak said, clearly intending to be the first one to use Viconia. ‘ Come here, drow!’ Her cheeks still dark from shame and fury, Viconia stepped towards him...only for him to backhand her so hard she fell back to the floor. ‘ A slave shouldn't walk upright. Crawl to me!’ He said, sitting down on the bed and unbuckling his pants, waiting for her.

Viconia's eyes shot daggers at him as she rubbed her stinging cheek. Only Therion's imperious glare and the unspoken promise of worse things to come kept her from cursing at him. Every muscle in her body was tense, as if ready to pounce upon him...but she willed herself to keep still, hating herself for it even more.

Slowly, remaining on all fours, she crawled towards the bed, the way seeming to stretch almost to infinity. She could feel the greedy, lustful glares of the other men upon her body, wandering over her tight, round ass, her swaying tits, her entire body...she could almost hear them thinking about what they wanted to do to her...and knowing that they would be able to fulfill all their fantasies with her was almost enough to make her scream in impotent rage and frustration. But she didn't...she merely obeyed like...like a good slavegirl. Oh, Therion would regret this. Not now, maybe not for months...but the moment their vigilance diminished, she would get away...and then they would die. Slowly.

Therion watched her crawl towards Hendak, nodding with approval. So far, things were going well. In his head, barely distracted by the sexual tension cloying the air, he was already making plans. Once he had control of the slaver ring, he would turn it to his own ends....specialising on female slaves to sell to underground brothels...maybe even create the first temple in his name. There was nothing he couldn't do. Near him, he heard Edwin grunt as he pushed his cock back and forth between Vala's big tits, forcing her head down so she could lick the head even as he fucked her tits, squeezing them so hard it must be painful for her. He'd been lucky to find companions who share dhis vision...or at least wanted power enough to assist him.

Viconia had reached Hendak now and was looking up at him. He'd already opened his pants and freed his cock and balls from their confinement. ‘ I want to see how good you are with your mouth. Start with the balls. And make it good!’

Again Viconia hesitated for a heartbeat before beginning to lick the balls of the slaver. Even after all the abuse she endured she still felt disgust at the very thought of servicing another man. It was good – it proved that there is still will to fight in her… and that her enemies will feel her wrath and vengeance some day.

Thinking about the tortures her captors will have to endure made the whole ordeal a bit easier, although she still almost gagged at the taste of Hendak’s balls as her dexterous togue began caressing them. With circular moves she touched and teased the man, hearing hints of pleasure. She sucked on his sack, keeping it in her mouth for a second than releasing so she could lick it more. The two guards continued to talk about what they are going to do to her, making sure she heard everything. While she felt utter revulsion when she heard about being taken from the front and behind or being force to ride their cocks, she didn’t allow her feeling to appear on her face. Obediently she continued servicing Hendak.

‘Oh yes bitch, yes!’ Korgan suddenly started yelling as he grabbed Violet’s hair and pulled her face to his crotch, burying her face in his balls, pushing his thick cock deep into her mouth. ‘I’m cumming in your fucking face! Swallow everything! Swallow nooow!’ he exclaimed loudly as the girl began gagging at the waves of disgusting, sticky liquid that were shot into her mouth.

This made Hendak even more horny. ‘Get working on my cock!’ he ordered the drow and laughed as her eyes glared with hatred. ‘And don’t break eye contact , I want you to look at me all the time.’

Viconia opened her mouth and slowly took the the tip of Hendak’s hard, long cock in. With her eyes still focused on slaver’s face she began moving her head forwards and backwards, moving along the shaft of the dick in her mouth. As impossible as it seemed, the instrument began to grow even more in her mouth. From time to time she stopped moving her head and just licked the cock, then withdrew her head and began moving her tongue along its shaft. Soon Hendak was moaning heavily although he still had impressive control and didn’t seem close to cumming. He impatiently grabbed the priestess’ hair and forced her warm, wet, sweet mouth on his dick again.

The fact that Korgan already blew his load didn’t stop the dwarf from abusing Violet. He still ordered her to keep her mouth on his dick forcing her to clean it with her tongue and to suck him as long as it was needed for him to become hard again.

Near him Edwin just started shouting in pleasure ‘Yes, yes, oh yes, you bitch, you whore, take my spunk, take my cum, you were born for it, yesss!’ the mage loud as ever shouted as his cock was moving between the redhead’s breasts. The girl tried to concentrate on licking the tip of his cock but his nervous hands twisting her nipples made it difficult to contain moans of pain.

Meanwhile Sarevok, stood up from his chair and threw the petite elven girl to it. As soon as she was bent over the chair he began forcing his large cock between her bowels again, this time overcoming her resistance in one thrust and beginning to ride her in savage fury. He pushed his cock hard, burying it deep in her tight ass, making her squeal in absolute agony. Her shrieks were so arousing that even Therion finally stood up and approached her. With one quick move he pushed his dick into her mouth, making her gag on his tool. With his gaze travelling between the elf’s tormented, crying face and the show the drow was doing while sucking Hendak’s cock deep, he grabbed Lily’s face and began fucking it in earnest, listening to her cries of pain turning into muffled moans around his member.

He fucked her face hard and deep, enjoying the sensation of her mouth and gagging throat around his cock, though he kept his eyes on Viconia. The whore was not near as good as the drow or Imoen but she would do for the moment. It was obvious Sarevok thought the same the way he simply rammed his cock into the elf's asshole, not even bothering with slapping or verbally degrading her. She was merely a tool for release at the moment. The thought made Therion grin. Exactly the right attitude... Watching the drow intently, he continued to punish Lily's face with his long, hard cock...

Hendak resisted taking Viconia's head in his hands and simply rutting away...instead, he let the drow do the work, looking into her hate.filled eyes as she worked on his cock, caressing the hated tool with lips and tongue and even throat, taking him in deep every now and then, opbviously hoping to get him off soon. And it was working. Even with all his self-control, he got closer and closer, feeling his balls tighten as they prepared a load for this pretty dark slave...

On the other side of the room, Vala was gagging in disgust as the mage suddenly erupted, his cock shooting a long, thick stream of white cum over her face and massive tits, tits Hendak liked to molest himself quite often...they were nicely sensitive and she squealed so wonderfully when he hurt them...though at the moment she was merely revolted at being the recipient of a cum bath by the wizard, who kept thrusting his spraying cock back and forth between her tits, holding her head in place so she could not avoid the torrent of cum. ‘ Don't fight it...’, the mage grunted, ‘ you're a whore...this is all you're good for! Take my cum....’

The sight of this was enough to send Hendak over the edge. Groaning, he grabbed Viconia's head and finally forced her down on his cock utnil her face was pressed into his crotch, her throat convulsing around his dick as he began to spray a huge wave of cum down her gagging throat. ‘ Hmmm....yesss...drink it...drink it all...swallow it....’, he mumbled, keeping her in place with one firm hand, despite her attempts to pull back as she felt overwhelmed by the amount of cum he fed her. Some of it began to spill from between her lips already when he finally pulled back, his cock slipping out just in time to shoot the last few drops onto her left cheek, the white fluid contrasting wonderfully with her dark skin.

Grinning, Hendak motioned to the others to take advantage of the drow, who was on her knees, coughing and wiping excess cum from her chin, shuddering with disgust and hatred, at herself and her tormentors.

But she would not be getting too much rest, for suddenly, the half-orc, standing closest, booted her in the side hard enough to knock the wind out of her and send her sprawling to the floor. ‘ Get on all fours, darkie! I want your ass!’ he grunted, delivering another swift kick to her backside, making her grunt in pain, her nails digging into the floor as she fought the urge to try and gouge out his eyes.

As she scrambled up to her knees again, she heard him utter another command, ‘ and make me want your ass! Offer it to me!’

‘Would… would you like to take… take me’ she whispered finally.

‘Louder! And say it as you mean it!’ Hendak ordered, watching her in amusement.

‘Would you… would you honor… this slave… and take her…’ she started but the half-orc interrupted with another kick.

‘Take what?!’ he roared.

‘Take… my… ass’ Viconia said, adding the brute to her list of people that will have to pay some day.

‘No need to ask me twice!’ the huge man laughed, pulled down his pants, grabbed the drow by the hips and without any hesitation rammed his tool in her tight ass with one rapid thrust.

The priestess couldn’t help but yelp and pain and twist her body forwards in a vain attempt to avoid the inevitable assault. It was soon stopped, however, as the half-orc grabbed her white hair and pulled it, yanking her head backwards. Still holding her hair as if she were a horse he begin riding her, pushing himself deep and savouring the tight warmth of her fuckhole.

‘Ughhh… ughhh… aaaa!’ Viconia moaned and cried silently each time he thrust himself into her. His moaning suggested that he won’t last long, but it wasn’t much of a relief as all other men began surrounding her, impatiently waiting for her turn.

Meanwhile Therion, growing impatient, finally shot his load into the elf’s unwilling mouth, moving his cock in and out, until his victim swallowed almost every drop. The gargling soud Lily made as the liquid was forced in her throat, while still sobbing and moaning of Sarevok’s assault made the man raping her ass move even faster and drive his cock even deeper. Watching it with satisfaction Therion finally withdrew his cock, so just a small drizzle of saliva and cum connected it with the elf’s beautiful lips. He laughed and approached Hendak.

‘I hope you like my show… and my slave’ he said.

‘Indeed’ the slaver answered, watching as the half-orc begins to cum, loudly moaning as his dick was unloading his jism between Viconia’s bowels. ‘But it isn’t over yet, I presume.’

Indeed it wasn’t.

‘Ughh! Yes! Take it!’ the half-orc finally made the last moan and withdrew his cock, but the moment he was done, three men lifted the petitre drow and threw her on the table, shackling her arms and legs. Their hands were all over her, touching, groping, probing, twisting and playing with her.

‘After they have their turn, I’m willing to try her other… charms’ Hendak laughed.

‘Naturally’ Therion agreed ‘But what about your part of the bargain?’

‘Yes, you wan’t to meet the head of the ring’ Hendak said ‘I can arrange a meeting with her. Providing of course you can supply us with more of such slaves.’

‘Of course’ Therion lied, this time noting not only that the head of the ring is female, but also some tone of disdain or hatred towards, almost hidden in Hendak’s voice. That could be useful.

‘Nnn- mpfff!’ the men watched as Viconia’s started gagging on a cock brutally driven into her mouth, as another man was mercilessly raping her cunt with fast, long strokes. Another man looked at Hendak and when he nodded, began whipping the elf’s breasts, still seductively thrust upwards. Each time the whip landed on the perfect globes the drow made a muffled, sobbing sound, much to the enjoyment of all men present.

‘We’ll meet tomorrow at midnight in the old sewers.’ Hendak finally said ‘From there I’ll take your to our base… but you alone. That is the condition.’

Therion slowly nodded. There were many ways in which he could make sure that he had back-up.

The...’party’ went on for three hours more and when they werre finally done, Hendak agreed to buy Viconia – who, by that time, was barely recognizable. They had whipped her tits and back brutally in between rapes, laughing when she cried out, the other slavegirls kneeling in front of the men, sucking their cocks to get them ready for another go at Viconia's sore, well-abused holes. Viconia had spent at least one hour on the table, her cunt pounded by one man after another before they undid the shackles...so they could make her dance for them again, her body already covered in their cum, which added another level of humiliation to her ordeal.

Afterwards, Hendak had taken her ass violently, at the same time making her lick the cum that had fallen off the floor, smearing her face in the puddles with delight.

While Viconia had to bear the brunt of the sexual assaults, the other girls didn't fare much better, being passed around like toys...and even though they had been harshly trained to not show too much of their misery, by the end, they were huddled in a corner, crying and hugging each other....a feat which Korgan was especially proud of.

When they were finally done and Viconia was lying on the floor, shivering, her dark skin covered in so much cum she was barely recognizable, Hendak and Therion sealed their deal with a handshake: Therion would get to see the head of the slaver ring and, if an agreement could be brokered between her and him, Hendak would get Viconia...and possibly other slaves Therion could provide.

Afterwards, the group took Viconia back to the smaller room, where Imoen was suffering from a vicious assault by one of the orcs, his massive cock pumping into her cunt while she whimpered against the gag, her face sticky with their cum. ‘ Hmmm...shall we let him have his fun?’ Edwin asked, but Therion shook his head. ‘ We need to make plans for tomorrow. No need for that whimpering and grunting.’

Edwin shrugged and waved a hand, making the orcs disappear in a puff of smoke, leaving the crying Imoen alone on the bed. ‘ Darkie...clean my sister!’ Therion grumbled and pushed the drow towards the bed where she half landed on top of the redhead.

He then turned around, not even bothering with her anymore. For now, she would be safe...if she obeyesd The hesitating slurping sounds told him that she did, lapping up the cum from Imoen's face like a good obedient slave. He grinned. She was too exhausted and in pain to even consider resisting.

‘ Hendak wants me to go alone...and I will’, he began, smiling, ‘ but not for long, of course.’

‘ So, what did ya have in mind?’ Korgan asked, propping down into one of the chairs, watching the scene on the bed with a filthy grin.

‘ Edwin here will place his arcane mark on my armor. That way, he can scry on me. When I need backup...or I want you to join in on the...fun i am expecting...if the head of the ring is pretty enough...then you can teleport in.’

‘ Teleport, eh? And what's ta say he won't just magic us into a wall or somesuch?’Korgan asked, looking over at Edwin, who glared back.

‘ My considerable skill with the arts, of course. Not that you would show any appreciation for it, you dumb, filthy oaf...’, Edwin said. Korgan glared back and Therion expected to have to stop them fighting once more. But the dwarf, apparently too tired, simply grunted, ‘ Let's hope you know what yer doing...’

The day went fast, with the party focused both on preparations for their ‘hostile takeover’ as well as with making the impression that they aren’t preparing for anything. Women were raped, of course, Hendak has also sent his prostitutes to entertain them. Therion knew, that he did so to keep an eye on the team but he appreciated the gesture nevertheless. When the time was near, Therion took Sarevok to the side.

‘You know that I rarely have second thought’ he started ‘But the fact that I’m going there alone makes it quite tempting for you to… betray me.’ He said looking in his half-brother’s eyes.

The large man didn’t respond.

‘No need to deny… it is what I would be doing on your place’ he said and a slightest hint of smile appeared on Sarevok’s face. ‘Remember this: you have nothing to gain by betraying me, your divine essence is mine now and you won’t become a deity.’

‘If I were considering it, I could be doing it for vengeance. A payback.’

‘That is something I can understand’ Therion responded ‘But think: what do you prefer – payback or power?’

‘Go on.’ Sarevok said.

‘Remain loyal and when I will complete my ascension I’ll grant you your wish and make you my right hand and the harbinger of my will’ Therion said, suddenly his eyes glazing with power.

‘What guarantee do I have that you’ll fulfill your promise?’ Sarevok asked.

‘None. But think: Where I’m I’ll need an ally. And who would be better? Them?’ Therion said in digust, gesturing towards Korgan and Edwin who were arguing. ‘We have a deal?’

‘We have’ Sarevok simply said and walked away.

Therion was staring at the wall for few heartbeats more. They had a deal but only time would tell if Sarevok follows it. He knew he could defeat him in combat, but a betrayal? He had to make sure. And the price wasn’t so high – he didn’t lie saying he’ll be needing an ally. And raising Sarevok to such power will have one additional advantage – Therion will control the amount of power he will grant. Enough for his brother to be useful, not enough to be a threat.

When the team was ready, Therion took Viconia and went into the canals, to the rande-vois point with Hendak. The otyugh he encountered wasn’t a threat, but Therion felt alarmed that Hendak didn’t warn him about it. Was it some kind of a test? Finally, navigating through the wet sewers Therion met the slaver and his two guards in front of a reinforced steel door.

‘Where does it lead?’ Therion asked.

Hendak watched him cautiously. Therion didn’t put much of an armour apart from a light chainmail and was armed only in his sword, without the shield. Enough to make him dangerous but not enough to make him look dangerous.

‘You have seen a grounded ship in the slums, have you?’ Hendak finally said ‘That’s the hide-out.’

‘Nice plan’ Therion agreed ‘By the way Hendak, I think you are terribly underestimated and underused on your current position.’ He said calmly.

‘What do you mean?’ the slaver’s eyes narrowed. Was he trying to convert him? But Therion didn’t say anything else.

‘Let’s go’ the slaver finally decided and gestured the guards to open the door.

After a long case of stairs, the group was on the inner deck of a real grounded ship. Apart from them, there were five other guards, some female mage, albeit rather a weak one and Captain Haegan who apparently was the leader of the guards and head of the security.

‘Why does he have weapons!’ he barked ‘Mistress won’t be pleased.’

Therion wanted to say something but Hendak quickly interrupted. ‘He’s but one man and surrounded. What can he do? And I assure you that he is no goody hero and has nothing to do with the guards.’

‘Mistress won’t be pleased.’ Haegan insisted.

‘Come on’ Therion finally sighed ‘You want more slaves like her, or not?’ Therion asked, pulling the cloak of Viconia, and revealing her beautiful although bruised and tormented body, covered only in an outfit that was cut so that it revealed her abused tits as well as her ass and pussy.

Soldiers whistled in approval, seeing the goods, even Haegan’s jaw dropped a few inches. Before he could answer a door on the other side of the ‘room’ were opened and a half-breed yuan-ti slipped in, a large, green creature with the body of a snake but human hands and head. He whispered something to the female mages ear.

‘What does… it… say Kashiara’ Haegan asked the wizard.

‘Mistress want’s to see them now.’ She replied.

Having run out of excuses the captain shrugged and gestured Therion to enter the door. He did so, pushing Viconia in front of him. The yuan-ti, Kashiara, Haegan, Hendak accompanied them. While he was walking down the corridor he saw cages with slaves on both sides – in one place adult males, mostly gladiators, on the other cage women of many races, mostly quite sexy and in the third children. This last sight summoned faint disgust. He didn’t have many standards but he didn’t see a point in enslaving the youngest – they died to quickly, before they paid the costs invested into them and they posed no challenge whatsoever. Well, it seems they served to feed the trolls or to keep their parents in line.

The yaun-ti opened the door on the other side of the corridor and slipped in. Therion entered, quickly assessing the room. It was small, with a nice, expensive desk in the middle, a bed in the corner (with shackles attached). On the floor there was a whole in which a cage was placed – at the moment empty. Two soldiers stood guard on two sides of the room, while behind the desk the head of the slavery ring was.

‘Welcome Therion’ she said with a faint hissing sound.

Therion was pleasantly surprised now that he finally came face to face with the head of the slaver ring. What stepped around the table was a slender, tall woman whose every single motion spoke of grace and sensuality. She had raven-black hair that fell down to her waist, braided artfully so as to keep it from falling into her face. Which would have been quite a shame, for her features were exotically, exquisitely beautiful. Her narrow face and slightly slanted eyes were complimented by high, somewhat arrogant-seeming cheekbones and full dark lips. She wore a scarlet dress that hinted at her perfect figure, showing off just enough of her well-rounded breasts and hips to keep anyone interested. The fact that her entire skin was covered in small, green-tinted scales, did not detract in any way from her attractiveness. Therion couldn't help but smile. This evening would be most entertaining...

‘ I am pleased to meet you...sadly, no one of your...underlings saw it necessary to tell me your name’, Therion said, noticing the sharp glare he received from Hendak but deciding not to care about it. He could sway Hendak to his side soon enough.

‘ I am Ssatha of House Extaminoss’, the Yuan-ti said, her voice soft as scales sliding over silk. She had considerable presence and a certain allure that would turn most men into her willing servants. Therion, however, was immune to it. He would certainly not serve her...oh no, he'd much rather have her on her knees before him.

‘ Again, I am pleased’, Therion said, speaking very much the truth. ‘ Hendak here hass told me of your...offer’, Ssatha said, nodding towards Viconia, who'd had received strict orders not to speak on pain of punishments much, much worse than death. ‘ I assume, she hass performed well?’ she turned to Hendak, who simply nodded, glaring at her the moment she looked away. Oh yes, there had been some bad blood in the past, that much was obvious. ‘ Good, good...I am alwayss looking to expand...there iss a great demand for ssex sslavess, but thesse are hard to procure...Hendak here ssaid you could help out...’

Therion nodded. ‘ Indeed I can. There are plenty of pretty girls out there who would make a fine addition to any brothel. I could use my contacts...and considerable power to bring them to you. Of course, before that can happen, we need to have some changes around here.’ As the Yuan-ti threw him a confused look, he readied himself for the inevitable bloodshed, slightly stepping backwards.

‘ What are you talking about?’Ssatha hissed, her cold eyes fixating him. ‘ Very easy. The children will be set free. The men will be sold but there will be no more male purchases. You will begin to train soldiers and cutthroats to abduct girls and to set up protection rackets for the illicit brothels you deliver to. Agree to this and you can keep on managing the operations here.’ Therion's voice was calm, but the cruel glimmer in his eyes would make most people shudder.

‘ You will not make demandss of me! It would be besst it you paid me more resspect if you want to get out of here alive! Or sshould we jusst take the girl and cut you down, human?’A forked tongue agitatedly snuck out between her lips as her eyes blazed with anger. Therion smirked. It was so easy to goad them...women in power...always the same.

‘ You have no idea what else I will do to you...’, Therion said calmly...then, in one fluid motion, drew his sword and decapitated the half-breed. ‘ Edwin, now would be a good time’, he said into thin air as the head of the monster hit the floor and he was suddenly forced to fend of Haegan and another guard while the mage prepared a spell. The sudden screams from his left and the crackling of lightning told him that, at the very least, the others were punctual...

Therion was retreating, parrying blows from Haegan and another guard, while the third one tried to walk behind him. Hendak after short hesitation also drew his sword and began to approach him. With a sudden thrust Therion pierced the man who was trying to attack him from behind and managed to lock the doors to prevent any reinforcements from coming.  This made him vulnerable to the attacks from his front and while he parried the blow of one guard, Hendak managed to wound him in his thigh. Now every step was causing pain but it was too little to stop him.

‘You’ll pay for your arrogance!’ Ssatha hissed, watching him.

With sudden fury Therion began moving foreward slashing wildly, forcing his two opponents to move back. He felt a hissing noise and immediately stepped sideways, avoiding a crossbow bolt fired by Ssatha. He smiled but the lighting flew from Kashiara’s hands hitting him and throwing him to the wall. His magical chainmail absorbed the main force but still he gritted his teeth as sparks were travelling on his armour. Even with his wounded thigh he managed to stand up in time to fend off his attackers…

… and then his party was there.

There was golden light and they appeared from thin air. In a heartbeat Korgan was next to him, swinging his axe. The blow fell on the guards leg and when he fell to his knees the second blow took off his head. Sarevok approached Kishiara and as she was trying to conjure some spell, he knocked her unconscious. Edwin’s missiles hit Haegan and when the spell forced him to lower his both Therion’s sword and Korgan’s axe took his life.

One had to give justice to Ssatha in one aspect – she was very, very quick. With one swift motion she threw a dagger and Edwin and hissed in satisfaction as the wound to the mage’s arm deconcentrated him. Then she throw some kind of orb to the floor and immediately the whole room was dark with smoke. Therion could only here the sound of some secret door being opened and then closed, but when the smoke fell down, the room was empty.

There wasn’t time to think though. The door to the room quickly were destroyed and six soldiers rushed in. Fortunately seeing how the situation looks like they quickly threw their weapons to the floor and surrender. Nevertheless Therion lunged forward, decapitating one, lashing out in his frustration of Ssatha’s escape. Then he heard this soud again. A part of the wall moved sideways revealing a hidden passage… from which Ssatha was thrown out. When she fell to the floor, Hendak appeared from the entrance laughing.

‘I thought you’d like to speak more with this bitch… boss’ he said, trying to look calm but even he flinched when Sarevok approached him.

‘Let him live’ Therion ordered.

‘Traitor! I’ll have you killed!’ Ssatha hissed but quickly fell silend as Sarevok lifted her, bent over the desk and tied her hands.

‘You serve me now. Betray me and you’ll be begging for death… but serve me well and you’ll be rewarded.’ Therion said to Hendak, watching as Korgan is also tying down Kashiara… of course groping the women as he was doing it.

‘I’m the new boss and Hendak rules in my name when I’m away’ Therion said to the guards who were watching in silence. ‘Now get out of my sight.’

Not even looking at them he approached Ssatha, who tried to struggle in Sarevok’s arms.

‘Now I think you’ll listen more carefully to my… offer. But first…’ he said reaching his arm and with one motion tearing down her red dress and revealing her slender, exotic body, her nakedness covered only by tiny panties – which also were torn away quickly. ‘But first you’ll learn who is the boss here.’ He said bending her again against the desk.

‘No! What are you doing?!’ she asked shocked.

‘Oh come on, don’t act surprised… with all those female slaves you have, you have to know what comes now!’ Therion laughed.

‘No, we can have a deal! I’ll pay you, just release me!’ at least the woman had enough sense to negotiate instead of threatening, but it was also to no avail.

‘I already have your slavery ring… there is nothing more you can give me… except pleasure’ Therion laughed as he took out his rock hard cock.

‘I’ll… a!’ Ssatha hissed surprised as Therion put two fingers in her cunt, probing it.

‘Oh shut up! Maybe I see a place for you in MY organization but thirst your place will be under me, to learn what it does it cost to cross me!’

He pushed his fingers in deeper, making her cry out again, noticing how the inside of her pussy felt a little bit more...rough and warm than that of a normal woman. Fucking her would certainly be interesting. With a vicious smile on his face, he pushed her upper body down onto the surface of the table, inkjugs, quills, oin and paper all tumbling down as he forced the Yuan-ti to bend over, easily overcoming her attempts to escape, his two finger still nestled comfortably inside her cunt. By now, arousal had washed everything else away, allowing him to ignore the pain in his leg and focus on what lay ahead...quite literally. After one more deep thrust with his fingers just to hear her cry out again, he pulled out, leaning over her.

‘ Feel free to scream’, he said, noticing with delight that, behind him, Kashiara had started to scream amidst the sounds of ripping clothing....Korgan probably couldn't help himself once again.

‘ Don't...I have more...influence than you...think! If you do thiss...I'll make life very difficult for you...’, she hissed, her heavy, quick breathing somewhat lessening the impact of her threat. Therion's answer was to laugh...and deliver a hearty smack to her scaled ass which made her cry out again.

‘ I'm sure you know a lot of people...and I'm also sure they would gladly follow me instead for steady profits and a chance to have a go at your tight, hot holes!’ he said, then proceeded to rub his cockhead against the entrance to her cunt, chuckling with delight as she gasped and stiffened. This was only the prelude, of course...and a moment later, he began to force his hard shaft into her dry, unwilling cunt.

Ssatha threw her head back and screamed as his cock began to stretch her tight hole, her inner walls dry and just a little bit more rough. Therion sighed in deep pleasure, her hole feeling wonderful around his cock. Fucking her would be a real delight. ‘ Hnnnaaaaaaaa! Nooo...no...’, she hissed, trying to wriggle out from underneath him, her movements sending shivers of pleasure along his cock as he pushed it in inch by inch. He had to admit, she was very flexible, almost managing to escape him before he pushed her against the table harder, smacking the back of her head hard enough to daze her. She whimpered as her sizable breasts were pressed flat against the wooden surface of the table.

‘ Noooo...take it out! By Sseth! It hurtsss...’, she hissed, thrashing about while he held her steady, drilling his entire length into her, moaning as he felt her engulf him so warmly. ‘ Oh yes...you will be a great fuck...’, Therion said, laughing. Slowly, he began to pull back, then to ram his entire length into her again, his thrusts deep and hard and merciless, rejoicing in her screams of pain while he raped her.

Behind him, he heard Kashiara's desperate plea, ‘ No, please, no...no, plhsssh’ as her words were cut off, most likely by Korgan's cock given her loud gagging only moments afterwards. But at the moment, Therion had little inclination to waste his thoughts on his companions. Fucking this arrogant bitch felt almost as good as raping Imoen or Viconia...and if he wouldn't have need of an obedient slave to run this ring, he'd have considered taking her with them...but as things stood, he would have to simply take her whenever the group stopped by...

Ssatha writhed and squirmed underneath Therion, cringing in intensive pain whenever she wasn't screaming. She had never felt so utterly powerless, so utterly...violated. People used to obey her! There had never been a time when she couldn't have gotten everything she wanted from humans by simply glaring hard enough...but this man was different...he had no respect for power, or coin or connections...all he knew was personal strength...and he had used it against her in the most degrading manner possible.

Again, he pounded deeply into her, forcing Ssatha to scream out her pain and rage. Never before had she been fucked by such a big cock...it felt like he was ramming a log up her cunt, stretching it wide...not caring one bit that she was unprepared and unwilling...only caring for his own pleasure, using her like a toy....Another scream of rage and frustration erupted from her, her nails digging into the surface of the desk as she was helpless to prevent her brutal rape...

Viconia had hoped to remain unnoticed during the commotion and maybe use it to escape but Sarevok had kept an eye on her and the magical sigil branded onto her would make flight useless without killing the mage first...not that she was capable of thinking about that at the moment, for said mage had decided to use her to take out his frustrations...he'd simply pushed her onto her back and was currently punishing her cunt with his cock while at the same time casting spell after spell on her, bathing her entire body in absolute agony just to feel her hole squeeze around his cock as she spasmed in pain...apparently, getting hurt sparked his sadism like nothing else...

‘Oh yes, you like it, yes you drows like pain don’t you, yes…’ he continued whispering between invocations as he kept pounding her pussy. His assault was so surprising and so brutal that Viconia had no time to prepare herself for the ordeal. The mage was fucking her with the brutality on par with that of Korgan. All the time  her body was burning in agony and torment as his spells tortured every inch of her.

That aroused Edwin even more. He grinned as a madman when Viconia twisted her body, which almost felt as if though she was fucking him back. Her legs were kicking in vain and her tits were rubbing against the red robe. His arousal was so high that soon he began moaning heavily as he began approaching climax.

‘Take it, whore, take it!’ he yelled as his cock began shooting wave of cum while the drow’s pussy was squeezing his cock almost miling every drop of his jism. Finally he raised himself and spat at the face of the lying elf.

Viconia knew her fate well enough that she didn’t sigh in relief – and she was correct, as soon Sarevok loomed was looming over her. He grabbed her arm and effortlessly turned her around. He grabbed her hips and without saying a word plunged his cock into her asshole, pushing himself deep in one thrust.

‘Aaaa!’ she cried, feeling burning pain radiating from her tight fuckhole. He began riding her, making her gasp and moan each time he buried himself.

‘Yes, nothing gives such a desire to fuck as good combat…’ he laughed ‘And nothing sates this hunger as well as raping some bitch’s asshole.

As he kept pushing himself in, making Viconia scrape the floor with her tits, Korgan just erupted a move of his jism into Kashiara’s clothes.

‘Try to cast a spell now!’ the dwarf laughed as the mage was coughing and spitting cum from her mouth. He leaned over and began twisting her nipples, laughing as the woman cried in pain gagging on cum that still filled her throat.

Therion was watching this with pleasure as he kept raping Ssatha’s cunt. ‘Oh yes, you are so agile… I’ll have ways to test your… flexibility… to the limts.’ He said gasping ‘But that will be later… now… take… this!’ he grinned twisting her nipples and her cry of pain was what pushed him over the edge. The yuan-ti gasped in shame and agony as she felt gallons and gallons of cum into her cunt.

Therion continued to pound her abused pussy until he was completely spent, having shot his entire load into her while she writhed and cried out in shame and pain. Sighing, he pulled out of her, delivering another hard smack to her ass. ‘ That was decent for a start...but don't think we're done with you yet!’ he laughed. ‘ Haven't you...had enough?’ she asked, her voice trembling with exhaustion and the residual pain radiating from her abused cunt. Therion noticed with some satisfaction that she was still looking him in the eye as she stared back at him, a tiny flicker of anger still visible despite her recent brutal rape.

‘ Hendak, you wanted a few...words with her as well, right?’ Therion said, unable to hdie the smug smirk on his face as he stepped back and saw Ssatha's expression while she watched Hendak step forward and open his pants. ‘ Indeed...boss’, the slaver said, advancing on his former superior.

Turning around, Ssatha tried to move backwards but only succeded in bumping against the table with her well-formed ass. ‘ No...you won't lay a finger on me, traitor...’, she hissed, her words making Hendak laugh at their sheer futility. ‘ I will...’, he said, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head backward, the motion eliciting another yelp of pain from her lips. With his other hand, he casually slapped her...once....twice....thrice....six times until she was dazed, her scaled cheeks darkened. She'd brought up her arms to defend herself but she was agile, not strong and he'd simply swatted her hands away.

‘ I watched you degrade me time and again, you stupid, snake-tongued bitch!’ he snarled, spitting into her face. ‘ I watched you bathe in gold while I had to do with the scraps you left me! But the worst was when you said you'd rather fuck that Otyugh than let me touch you...while you let Haegan climb over you at every opportunity.’ Therion felt his spirits heighten. So there had been unresolved tension between them. Very good...and always useful. He'd make sure his followers would never have to wait until a woman allowed them to fuck them...he'd give them the strength to take whatever they wanted...cunt, ass or mouth...

He turned around to look at the others. Sarevok was still busy ramming his cock into Viconia's ass while the drow cringed, gasped and grunted in pain and Korgan made Kashiara scoop the overspilling cum from her face and tits and lick it off her fingers, kicking the crying mage in the side to get her to swallow faster.

Hendak had grabbed Ssatha and slammed her back onto the table, now looming over her as she tried to crawl backwards, allowing both him and Therion to admire her sinuous curves and the gentle play of of light on her scaled skin. If he wouldn't have need of her organisational talents, Therion would be able to become a rich man just by selling her alone.

Ssatha's cheeks were still dark from his slaps, her wind kncoked out of her as he'd slammed her back onto the table, making the pain she already felt that much worse...but even worse was the added humiliation of allowing the man she'd always loved to tease have his way with her...and she could do nothing to prevent it...especially not now that her first rapist was watching them....a scream of shame and frustration built up within her but she wouldn't yet let it out...she would not give them the satisfaction yet again...at least for as long as she could hold out.

With strong arms, Hendak grabbed Ssatha's legs and forced them upward, bending them over her body so that her pussy and asshole were both exposed for him, leaving her in a helpless and humiliating position as he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, ‘ From now on...you'll call me master...and you'll treat me as if I was a god...or you'll suffer much much worse than this...’just as he guided the head of his cock towards the entrance of her cunt...

‘Yes… god…’ it was curious how similar Hendak was to Therion. Well, for his sake it would be better if he wasn’t too similar. All was it a completely different matter? Did all men feel like gods when they were raping unwilling cunts? A great orgasm sure felt like a bit of heaven and the victims resembled sacrifices. If it was true, then Therion’s domain had the possibility to become stronger than he thought it was possible. Contemplating this matters, he smiled as he watched Hendak drive his cock into Ssatha’s cunt.

‘Aaaa!’ the woman gave a piercing scream as she felt his dick fill her. After the previous rape she felt all sore and because of this the pain was even greater. Also, as the man began pumping her savagely, to her horror she discovered that with her legs raised like this, he could penetrate her to an enormous depth, making her squeal each time he pushed himself in. ‘Sstop!’ she hissed, her face burning with pain from his slaps but burning with shame all the more.

She wanted to plead with him, beg for him to stop. She wanted to say that she’d give him everything, money, power, everything if he just drew his sword, summon the guards and order them to kill Therion. But as he continued thrusting, piercing her insides with pain with each shove, she realized that there was nothing he could give her, what Therion couldn’t reward him with. Correction: there was one thing she could give him but it seemed Hendak was taking it without her consent.

‘You’re done with her?’ Therion stood over Kashiara as she continued licking her fingers from the dwarf’s cum. She tried to concentrate and do it as quickly as possible to save herself from his vicious kicks that were falling on her.

‘Yeah… but she squeals nicely’ The dwarf laughed.

‘Well, so enough with her already’ Therion grabbed the mage’s arm, effortlessly lifted her and began dragging her towards the door. ‘Korgan, you’re with me.’ He ordered and didn’t even look as the warrior stood and grabbed his axe. He opened the door and left the room, followed by the screams by Viconia, that were becoming louder as Sarevok’s thrusts were becoming more savage as he was approaching climax and by Ssatha’s piercing wails.

Yuan-ti’s screams became even more panicked as Hendak finally withdrew his cock from her cunt, grabbed her hard nipples and twisted them. As she screamed he rammed his dick into her exposed ass, violating what seemed to be a formerly virgin fuckhole and making her cry out in absolute torment.

‘Take it bitch!’ Hendak’s laughter was the last thing Therion said as he closed the door and began walking down the corridor.

He opened the door to the main deck and entered, not even slowing down as he noticed twenty or so soldiers talking angrily, surely discussing their present situation. He stopped only as four crossbows were aimed at him, but even then he didn’t show fear, just bend over and whispered something to Korgan’s ear. The dwarf vanished into the corridor behind him.

‘There has been a… power shift here’ he said with a loud, clear voice. ‘But it changes nothing for you… except that you will be paid MORE.’ He exclaimed, which was rewarded by few cheers from the back – the majority of soldiers still stood silently.

‘You will be given a choice of women, those that you were only allowed to look at’ he pointed ‘There are two simple rules you have to follow: the first is: Obey me! The second is: Obey me! And if I’m not here obey Hendak. And to show you that I’m not lying…’

The door behind opened and six cute, nubile women run to the deck, followed by Korgan with his axe.

‘They are yours’ Therion said and threw Kashiara to the floor ‘As is the mage. Use them how you wish and after this you may decide what you will do. Either you stand by me… or try to stop me and die. The choice is yours.’

Without another look, Therion turned around and entered the corridor, closing door after Korgan.

‘What a waste’ the dwarf complained ‘after they’re done, the girls won’t be worth so much.’

‘Their loyalty and the continuous operation of our business is worth more’ Therion replied ‘We will cover these losses soon.’ He said as he entered the room where the rest of his party was having fun.

Hendak had not yet finished with Ssatha, moaning as he pushed into her exposed anus with deep, hard strokes, the sound of her cries and squeals of pain pure music to Therion's ears. Viconia's ass was free of cock for the moment, the drow having crawled into a corner, hoping to avoid further notice, her back and ass covered in a layer of Sarevok's cum. Him and Edwin were content, for the moment at least, to watch the painful, degrading rape of Ssatha, most likely too spent to take Viconia again right now.

‘ How did it go, brother?’, Sarevok asked after an aside glance before turning his attention back to the rape he was witnessing. ‘ No problems, I'd say. If a few of the slaves we capture go to them each time – and that shouldn't be that much of a loss – I have their loyalty. Maybe even their prayers eventually.’

‘ Yes...take it, you arrogant, selfish whore! Take my cum!’ Hendak exclaimed, backhanding Ssatha time and again as he grunted, his cock spewing load after load right into her tight, clenching ass, eliciting new cries of pain and shame from his victim. Only when he had finished did he stop his slaps and his merciless pounding of her once-virgin fuckhole, releasing his hold on her. Gasping, whimpering, Ssatha slid off the table, covering against it. She did not cry, but Therion wasn't sure if she was just holding the tears back, much like Viconia, or if Yuan-Ti couldn't cry in general. But the expression of utter shame and misery on her face more than made up for the lack of tears.

‘ You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that’, Hendak said, grinning as he stuffed his cock back into his pants. ‘ Oh, I think I do’, Therion responded, ‘ I can consider our deal sealed now?’

Hendak nodded. ‘ There's no way I'm going back to the way things were...’ A smirk appeared on Therion's face. ‘ Good. Then get some of the guards that aren't...busy with the girls at the moment and free the children. If I ever see another child brought in here, especially now that the ring serves a different purpose, I am going to kill every single one of you. I'm not that kind of monster.’ Hendak nodded in agreement. ‘ Good...and after we're done with Ssatha here, she is yours for the night..’

He turned back to Ssatha as Hendak hurried out to fulfill his new boss' wishes. ‘ Uhm, boss?’ Korgan said as Therion made another step towards the covering former ringleader. ‘ What is it, Korgan?’ Therion asked, though he pretty much already knew what would happen next...and he didn't mind it one bit.

‘ Whaddaya think? We watched you 'have fun with that snaky bitch, then your new mook and now? Maybe we ought to get in on tha action, too?’

‘A good idea, actually. I wonder how different she will feel’, Edwin remarked. Therion considered it for a moment before nodding. Of course he wouldn't keep them from having their fun, but he still needed to appear as if he considered saying no. ‘ Go ahead’, he finally said, much to Korgan's pleasure and Ssatha's horror.

‘ No...no, pleasse sstop! Haven't you done enough? I'll do...everything you wishh...but I can't take anymore!’ she screamed, scrambling up to her feet even though she could barely stand after the two vicious rapes she'd already been through. ‘ My dear’, Therion calmly stated as his three companions advanced upon her, ‘ It is never enough. But you'll learn that soon, I'm sure.’

No amount of screaming and pleading helped. Only moments later, Ssatha learned that all she had experienced up to this point was blissful compared to what she suffered through now, with Korgan ramming his thick cock into her ass from behind, Edwin making her deepthroat his cock in his usual, torturously slow way and Sarevok's cock buried deep in her sore cunt, the horrible triple rape eventually finished with the three men spraying their cum all over her face and leaving her there, shattered, hurting and shamed beyond words....

Therion watched this with much satisfaction while having Viconia suck his cock which she did with the usual mixture of effort and disgust. Later on, when Hendak returned, he had Ssatha cleaned and gave her to Hendak for the night while he and his companions took their much-needed rest – after mercifully freeing Imoen from the orcs once more.

In the morning, the group gathered in the backroom again, waiting for Hendak and Ssatha to arrive. When they did, Therion did not even try to hide his broad grin. Hendak had procured one of the slave leashes and an iron collar and was walking Ssatha into the room, the once-proud Yuan-ti crawling on all fours before them. There were marks on her back indicating that the last night had not merely involved rape but also the liberal use of a whip. Oh yes, Therion approved...as a temporary base, he couldn't have chosen better.

‘ So, what now?’ Hendak asked, completely ignoring Ssatha for the moment, who seemed rather glad about it. ‘ Fairly easy. For the moment and until we have a better place, this will become our home. I'll leave the minutiae of the slave trade to you...after all, you've done well without supervision before. You already know the new demands...no children, no men. I also expect you to recruit capable men and women to act as hunters. I don't trust the Yuan-Ti and besides, they're much too slow.’ He paused until Hendak had nodded in understanding before continuing, ‘ All the keeping, guarding and arrangement of sales will fall to her.’ He pointed at Ssatha, then knelt down to take her chin in his hand, forcing the beaten woman to look into his eyes.

‘ You will do the same as you've always done but now, Hendak is your boss and master. You will obey him in every way...but I guess he made that clear in the bedchamber already. When we are around and ask anything of you, you will obey us...especially if we desire one of your holes for a quick fuck. Disobey and flee and I WILL find you and I WILL make you beg for death. Is that understood?’

Ssatha didn’t respond, but just gulped and her terrified look told Therion that she will be obedient. That wasn’t good enough for Hendak. Relishing in his new power over his former boss, he slapped the woman hard.

‘Say it!’ he barked an order.

‘Yes… massster…’ Ssatha said ‘I won’t run… I’ll… I’ll obey’ she said hating this word.

‘Good’ Hendak smiled ‘Now go and check our revenues again. And think about a way to deal with these pesky Ragskulls.’

‘Yes… massster’ the yuan-ti woman said and left the room. Soon, clothed again (but without underwear so Hendak could have an easy access) she went to her room.

‘Ragskulls?’ Therion asked ‘Is there a problem?’

‘With such a pathetic name? I doubt that’ Sarevok smirked.

‘They are a rival slaver group, made mostly of orcs, hobgoblins and orogs.’ Hendak explained ‘They are funded by lords of Calimshan.’

‘Are there any problems with them?’ Therion asked, but suddenly turned to the other woman in this room. ‘Hey, we are going to discuss something. Entertain us.’

‘Hell yeah’ Korgan smiled and stood up. ‘Darkie, crawl here and ride my cock’ he said and laughed as he saw utter revulsion on her face.’

‘There are only two chicks here, let me call at least one more.’ Hendak said and called one of his guards ‘Get Violet’ he ordered and smiled to Therion, who in turn nodded with approval.

Later, when the terrified sex-slave came the orgy began. Korgan has already shot his load up Viconia’s ass and he merely had his dick sucked while Edwin was raping her cunt with long, steady strokes. Sarevok mounted Imoen, riding his sister from behind, laughing and mocking his sister each time she cried in pain and using her red hair like a harness.

Meanwhile Hendak and Therion were doing Violet from both ends, Hendak loving the feeling of the girls throat as she gagged around his dick, especially each time Therion entered her still tight cunt and twisting her tits.

‘Mffff’ she sobbed and tried to plead as she was continuously abused. Only when each person shot his round, Imoen and Violet were forced to lick each other cunt, in a 69 position, tasting their own cunt juices mixed with cum. Sarevok and Korgan where motivating them to go faster by whipping their already sore bodies. Meanwhile the drow was crawling from one man to another, sucking their cocks until her mouth were sore and lips swollen and even then she wasn’t allowed to stop.

‘So, what was it with the Ragskulls?’ Therion asked as the drows hot mouth enveloped his dick, her nimble tongue caressing him.

‘They own the mountains, raiding villages there… and what is more annoying attacking our caravans and stealing our slaves.’ Hendak almost spitted his words ‘We tried to prepare an ambush once but they massacred our group. We hired two bands of mercenaries but nothing again.’

‘So you stopped? Whimps’ Korgan laughed.

‘Its cheaper to accept them as a cost of conducting business and tolerate some… losses than to prepare another actions.’

‘Than we will deal with them ourselves’ Therion smiled grabbing Viconia’s haird, pulling her face to him, burying her in his crotch, as his cock began to spurt another load of cum dwon her throat. 

Reluctantly, seething with hatred towards her masters, the drow swallowed, gagging hard on the semen spewed down her throat, Therion holding her head firmly, not allowing her to back away until he'd shot his entire load after which he pushed her backwards. Viconia gasped and sputtered but before she could recover, Hendak had bent down and grabbed a fitstful of her white hair, forcing her back onto her knees and pressing his balls against her lips which she reluctantly began to lick.

‘ I'll let this slide for once’, Therion said to Hendak, ‘ but in the future I expect you to deal with such a situation on your own. As I said, train capable warriors and hunters even if this will cut into our profits.’ He waited till Hendak nodded. ‘ Good...but for now, we can deal with the situation. Do you know where their main camp is?’ And amidst the sound of crying girls, cracking whips and the slurping of the drow, Therion's mind was already cooking up a plan...

Gurog grunted in frustration as he watched the terrified slaves huddled up in the large rothe-hide tent. There were some strong specimens among them, those who had put up a fight but were no match for his warband. Those he would sell to his usual contacts down south when they had recovered from their battle wounds. They were not the reasons for his frustration, though...after all, their presence here indicated his earlier success.

No, the worst thing was the request Lord Yaddir had made, the demonologist who supplied some of the better arms and equipment the warband used to defeat even more powerful enemies....he'd wanted girls. Now, that would not have been a problem as such, but he had specifically stated that he needed virgins. So, even though they had raided another village only recently, they were forbidden from sampling the spoils of war as they usually did. The Orog cursed in his brutish native tongue as he let his gaze linger on a particular captive...a young, frail-looking elven girl whom they'd caught a few days earlier and who'd since existed in a perpetual state of utter horror and misery. Gurog liked that. He'd have liked it even more to be allowed to plunge his cock into that tight elven snatch, but that would negate all his dealings with Yaddir..and without magical arms and potions, the Ragskulls would be just as weak as any other.

He'd considered tearing off her clothes at least but that would make his frustration even worse...looking without touching was of no interest to him. Grunting in anger, he turned around and left the tent again. The night was chilly here, up in the mountains, but no one seemed to mind. Orogs were used to much worse climates, his hobgoblin soldiers has their fur and the normal orcs were probably too dumb to notice.

They'd set up camp close to the road – in fact, from their vantage point, the smoke from the last settlement that had suffered through a ‘visit’ from the Ragskulls could still be seen. Since Amn was by no means a unified country, Gurog had no reason to be afraid. He had 120 men at his disposal, far better equipped than most other warbands.

As he made his way through the camp, Gurog noticed all too clearly that he was not the only one suffering from Yaddir's edict. As always, when tensions could not be relieved, fights broke out...and a lot of them. He had to break up two alone on the way to his own tend, one by smashing in one of the troublemakers' skull...a very satisfying experience but ultimately lacking.

The two hobgoblin guards saluted as he approached and Gurog went past them without sparing another thought about them...he just wanted a good drink and this trip to be over so he could once more force himself onto some luckless girl.

Gurog hesitated as he stepped into the tent. Something was wrong...something tickled his sensitive nose. He sniffed the air and growled. The scent of a human...

He insctinctively drew his sword as his eyes searched the tent. There was a sudden gust of wind and a man was standing in front of him. But not any man. A true warrior and a killer. Armored in plate mail with shield bearing some foreign sigil and a exquisite longsword.

‘I don’t usually talk with dead people… but who in Nine Hells are you?!’

‘Name is Therion and I’m the man who will kill you, destroy your ragtag band of misfits, oh and steal your slaves.’ The man answered approaching slowly ‘Nothing personal, really. You just made the mistake of crossing the wrong person.’

‘I only have to shout and my warriors will be swarming over you.’ The orog smiled.

‘Unless they have something else on their mind’ Therion answered and his words were followed by an explosion.

Gurog immediately turned his head but quickly realized his mistake and turned to Therion again, raising his blade. The man however was not attacking, just spoke some strange words.

‘Guards!’ Gurog yelled… or he wanted to yell as no sound came out of his mouth. Therion only smiled and lunged forward slashing with his sword.

Meanwhile Edwin’s fireballs hit the mercenaries, killing at least ten of them and what was more important set the tents on fire adding to the confusion. Rain of flaming arrows, fired by twenty summoned hobgoblins and ten mercenaries borrowed from Hendak.

The Ragskulls were well organized however quickly regrouped and run towards the archers positions. Almost thirty of them died but quickly they swarmed their position. The hobgoblins died and while the mercenaries resisted longer they also were defeated. Accidentally those ten soldiers were the ones who were most loyal to Ssatha. Meanwhile, ten soldiers who guarded the cages with slaves died almost instantly as Korgan and Sarevok came upon them.

Gurog slashed with his sword, the impact of his blow forcing Therion to his knees. Another slash was blocked with the shield but it sent it flying to the other side of the tent. When the orog prepared himself to deal the killing blow, green light emerged from Therion’s hand and hit the slaver leader. He felt lifeforce escape him and at the same time Therion’s wounds were becoming less serious. He raised, parried two blows, dived beneath the orog’s blade and finally pierced Gurog’s heart.

As the Ragskull survivors returned to the camp after defeating the archers, they found all the guards left at the camp dead. Instead Therion, Sarevok, Korgan and Edwin were standing there, backed up by another ten summoned orcs.

‘Your leader is dead’ Therion said, tossing Gurog’s head. ‘We’re taking the slaves and you may leave. Don’t ever cross me again.’

‘And if not?’ One of the soldiers asked. He quickly calculated the odds – fifty mercenaries left, vs. Therion and his team.

‘You die.’

‘So be it!’ he laughed and run forward, only to be struck down by Korgan’s throwing axe. Two fireballs quickly hit the mercenary group and as soon as flames vanished, Therion, Korgan, Sarevok and the orcs were among them – slashing and thrusting their blades. The Ragskulls had the numerical advantage but it wasn’t enough.

Soon the members Therion’s party – injured but victorious – drove the slaves to the place where they left Viconia and Imoen tied. The girls were laying on the ground, tied tightly together with connected by a double-ended dildo rammed down their cunts. This time Edwin couldn’t spare any spell to summon guards, but there were tied well enough. As his lackeys were tending to their wounds, Therion began to evaluate the ‘liberated’ slaves.

Aerie's heart was still racing, hammering in her chest as she stared at their ‘liberators’. All the time she had hoped that a hero would come to save her, had prayed to all the elven gods that they might send someone. But she hadn't expected something like this...the group had torn through the camp like a thunderstorm, massacring the slavers...and even though a hopeful murmur had arisen among the huddled slaves, it quickly died down when the intruders came into the tent and dragged them outside. Something was wrong with them...they did not help the weak or injured, merely dragged them forward or even punished them with well-placed kicks if they didn't move fast enough.

The one in the elaborate plate armor seemed to be their leader, carrying himself with an aura of power and desire so strong it was almost tangible. Each time Aerie laid eyes upon him, her heart pounded inside her, her body almost going rigid with primal fear. He'd led the small trek together with another huge man in dark plate, his face covered by a horned helmet, a wizard who kept muttering to himself...and an incredibly ugly dwarf who had thrown lustful, leering glances at some of the half-naked girls in the group of slaves. Aerie, still somewhat fit despite her fear, had done her best to keep herself hidden amidst the crowd, her slight frame and lithe build helping, even though she still felt clumsy, earthbound as she was now. In her dreams, she was still flying and tears covered her cheeks each time she awoke to this cruel reality once more.

But there was no dwelling upon this at the moment, for all her attention was taken up by the sound of horrified gasping among the slaves and the sight that greeted her when she snuck between them to see where they had been taken. What she saw there made her heart skip a beat. The small clearing was surrounded by three wagons laden with large cages, fit for taking in a dozen or more people...this alone told her that her ‘rescuers’ were anything but...what she'd hoped to be a group of heroes coming to their rescue full of righteousness and fury was instead just another group of slavers...

And if that wasn't worse enough, there was the sight of the two women lying in the center of the clearing....a human girl, redheaded and crying softly and a drow, her expression one of helpless fury. Normally, the sight of a drow would have struck fear into Aerie's heart but at the moment, she just felt pity....for both women were bound tightly, their hands tied behind their backs, their mouths stuffed with makeshift gags...and a large wooden wand or somesuch had been placed into their...their cunnies, joining them together obscenely. Their most intimate holes, exposed for all to see, were stretched tightly around the intruding object in a way that couldn't be comfortable...

Aerie could hear several of the women cry out, trembling in fear, but there was nothing they could do. One man tried to fight his way out together with his young daughter, a sweet half-elven girl of maybe 18 years but he was brutally knocked down by the dwarf, the girl pushed back into the crowd, crying out as the dwarf used the opportunity to squeeze her breasts painfully. Aerie shuddered. She'd never lain with a man but she knew enough to know what the other girls were afraid of....and what she should fear, too...

‘ Alright now, stop the whining and chatting!’ the man in the plate armor said, stepping in front of the crowd. ‘ My name is Therion and I am your new master! Yes, you heard me right...I am not going to save you! What I AM going to do is give you a few orders. If you obey, you will live. If not, you will die just as easily as that orcish scum at the camp! Now....’, he said, his words like knives prickling Aerie's skin. Every word dripped with pure malice and a certainty that allowed no dissent. Even as the other slaves moaned and groaned, some of the younger girls and children even crying, no one else dared make the same mistake as the father and his daughter. No, just like Aerie, they were waiting for his next words, with bated breath and pounding heart.

‘ Men, old women and children move over there!’ he said, pointing at a spot near the treeline. Immediately, the other companions of his started prodding and kicking at the slaves until they were beginning to move. As the crowd thinned, the others began to survey the female slaves who were left, shoving the ugly ones into the same direction as the men. Aerie, her palms slick with sweat, tried to make herself seem as unassiming as possible. Maybe, if she could avoid their attention entirely, she could sneak away later...

But that little dream was shattered all too soon when a grubby hand reached out and grabbed her by the hem of her dress, dragging the Avariel out of the crowd, squealing in surprise. Falling to her knees, she looked into the eyes of the dwarf...and the fire that burned in these eyes was anything but wholesome. ‘ Boss...from now on, you can keep your sister to yourself...if I get her!’

‘I can keep her?’ Therion asked with a threatening calm.

‘Yeah, poor choice of words’ Korgan barked ‘Can I have her?’ he insisted.

‘Sure, help yourself’ Therion shrugged.

‘See sweetie? You’re mine now!’ the dwarf laughed pushing her to the ground. He quickly leaned forward, grabbed her gown and tore it from her with swift move. The girl cried in shock and then in pain as Korgan pinched her breast. ‘I’m going to fuck you raw.’

The poor elf trembled as he pulled out his thick dick.

‘I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t move a part of your body’ he repeated.

‘No, please! Pleasee!’ she cried as the stronger assailant began forcing her legs apart. ‘No… I’ve never… never… been with a man before!’

‘What?’ Therion suddenly turned his head. ‘Get off her, dwarf’

‘What? You said…’ Korgan protested in anger.

‘And I’m changing my mind. Leave her alone.’

For a heartbeat it felt as if the dwarf was going to attack his boss but he finally relented and took a step aside.

Like a true gentleman Therion offered his hand to the girl. She hesitated for a moment, but not wanting to anger the man, she accepted it.

‘You are really a virgin, girl?’ he asked.

‘Yes… yes sir’ Aerie’s face blushed beautifully with shame, unaccustomed to speaking about such intimate matters with a stranger. But she had to, perceiving her virginity to be the only thing protecting her from a horrible fate. ‘We all are’ she said, hoping this will protect also the other women. How little did she now?

‘All?’ Sarevok, who along with Edwin was pushing women to the carts laughed. ‘That sounds like fun’

‘Be careful not to spoil too many of the goods. The price drastically goes down’ Therion ordered. Aerie watched in horror, hearing the completely emotionless voice of the man, whom for a heartbeat she thought to be her rescuer. ‘I’ll let you have her dwarf’ Therion said slowly, observing the elf’s face go pale with the terrible realization. ‘But since she is… so innocent it is only fair that I’ll sample her goods first.’.

‘Sounds right’ Korgan said with an evil smile ‘I wanted her ass nevertheless. Elves are so tight…’

‘What… what do you mean… please don’t… let him…’ Aerie started pleading, but Therion silenced  her efficiently by slapping her. When she fell to her knees again he just stood admiring her body and a nasty grin appeared on his face.

 

She was truly the greatest prize among the whole bunch. Her long blonde hair was the colour of gold and her face spoke of youth and innocence, her delicate elven features emphasizing her innocence even more. Wide, fearful eyes the colour of the sky itself looked up at him while her soft lips trembled as she knelt there, unsure of what to expect now, only knowing that it wouldn't be anything good. One hand reached up to cup her cheek as the first tears began to spill from her eyes.

It got even better, Therion thought, as he let his gaze wander further down. Her breasts were perfect, a bit smallish but well-rounded, just asking for a belt or a whip to slash across them...or hands to pinch and squeeze...Therion felt himself getting harder and harder with each passing moment. As she knelt there, he could not take a good look at her cunt but he could see that, like all elves, she had no pubic hair whatsoever, making her seem even younger...

‘ Stay where you are...don't dare to move!’ Therion ordered her, then began to circle her, looking down to catch a good glimpse of her ass. And what a perfect, bubbly ass it was! Oh yes, it was almost as good as Viconia's and he wondered if it would be even tighter...but he would find that out later. It was almost a shame he had promised her to Korgan but the dwarf did deserve some part of the loot after tagging along somewhat reliably. Besides, as the lord and master of them all, he would have the opportunity to have her whenever he wanted. Like right now...

‘ What's your name?’ he asked when he'd rounded her, smiling down at her in a manenr that sent icy shivers down her spine. ‘ A...Aerie...’, she said, still rubbing her stinging cheek. ‘ I am Therion...it's a pleasure to meet you’ Therion smirked...if only she knew how much more he'd hurt her today...

Aerie tried to be brave and swallow back the tears but she was way too afraid. Her heart raced and she could practically feel their hungry, leering gazes on her, especially the dwarf's...what had he meant by his comment about her ass...did he really want to...the mere idea made her shudder in dread. ‘ Please...’, she whispered to Therion, hoping to appeal to his better nature...after all, he was a human, not some wild, savage orc, ‘ Please...let us go...we'll always be grateful and the favour of the gods of light will surely be with you...’

‘ You know what?’ Therion said after a moment's consideration. Aerie, already relieved that he had not hit her again, allowed herself a flicker of hope as she gazed upon his thoughtful expression...hope that was about to be crushed when he responded to his own question, ‘ I do not give a damn about the gods of light...if they had any real power, would they have not struck me down? Yet, here I am. So, I couldn't care less about their favour! I care about other things...much better things...like making you do something else with your mouth instead of talking!’

He'd already loosened the codpiece of his armor and now let it fall to the floor, pulling out his manhood. Aerie's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't lied...she truly was a virgin...she had never touched a man's member, nor ever allowed a man to touch her in her most intimate places...and now this monster would defile her? Panicking, she tried to scramble backwards, mouthing a desperate, ‘ No, nooo’, until she bumped into Korgan who was still watching the scene. Laughing, the ugle dwarf pushed her forward again with enough force to make her fall against Therion's legs, his cock slapping against her cheek.

She shrunk back from the sensation but by then he had already grabbed her by her golden hair, holding her head in place. ‘ Now be a good girl and open your mouth. I promise you...’, he began, his sentence finished by Korgan, ‘ It'll be worse than you can imagine!’

‘No, I won’t’ she shouted in defiance. She used all her spells trying to protect herself from the Ragskulls attack and she had no way to replenish them, but what Therion was forcing her to do was so disgusting that she managed to scramble some shreds of strength.

Of, course Therion only laughed. ‘Well since you are so protective about your… innocence, I’m going to make you a deal.’ Aerie looked up, fear fighting with hope on her face. Therion loved the naive ones. Like his sister, the first time he took her, how she begged him, not believing what he was about to do… ‘If you will take my cock in your sweet mouth and suck me off, I won’t fuck the brains out of you and rip your precious virginity.’ He smiled sadistically.

‘No… I… I can’t…’ Aerie almost whispered, lowering her eyes.

‘Too bad. Well, for you that is.’ Therion said ‘Spread your legs then, whore or I’ll spread them for you!’ he ordered and as Aerie didn’t react he pushed her to the ground and grabbed her knees. Only when he began forcing them apart, did the elf girl finally shout.

‘I… I agree. I will do it!’ she said with a trembling voice. The mere thought of this filled her with disgust but she simply couldn’t allow those beasts to take her virginity away, especially not in their cruel fashion.

‘What will you do?’

‘I will… put it in… my mouth’ she slowly said.

‘No. You will suck my cock. Understood?’

‘Ye… yes.’

‘So say it!’ Therion barked raising his arm to slap the girl, but finally decided against it.

‘I will… I… I will… suck… your… oh, gods… your cock.’ Aerie finally whispered.

‘Louder!’ Therion ordered feeling unbelievably horny just hearing the poor girl to struggle with saying those words.

‘I will… suck… your cock! I will suck your cock!’ Aerie almost shouted in shame, tears running down her blushing face.

‘So do it!’ Therion grabbed Aerie’s hair and moved his cock next to her mouth.

Slowly and hesitantly Aerie opened her mouth. She didn’t know what to do, but fearing retribution she just took it into her warm, wet mouth.

‘Ah, yes… so nice’ Therion smiled ‘Now move your tongue bitch! And suck me good!’

Obeying his order Aerie began moving her dexterous tongue, caressing the undershaft. She almost gagged with disgust at the horrible feeling in her mouth and at the horid taste of the pre-cum.

For a while Therion cherished the feeling of this innocent girl semi-willingly humiliating herself by worshipping his cock. Her sobs aroused him even more, especially as their sounds were muffled by his dick in her mouth.

Meanwhile he watched as Sarevok, impatiently pulled the young half-elf from the cart and pushed her to the ground. It was a sweet girl, with a lithe figure, long brown hair and sweet, large eyes. She just managed to shout in surprise, shock and terror as the large man torn the lower part of her dress and with one rapid mouth plunged his huge dick into her asshole. Without giving her any time to adjust or prepare he defeated the resistance of her tight muscles, burying himself deep in her tight hole. Her shrieks of pain filled the air. Other girls in the cart stared at the scene with terror in her eyes or turned their sight in shame.

‘Leave her alone!’ the girl’s father shouted from his cart, but the thought that the rape is observed by the victim’s father seemed to just arouse Sarevok even more as he began plunging himself in even more rapidly and furiously.

Seeing this Edwin approached the tied slaves, pulled out his cock and simply sat on Viconia’s flat belly, causing her to gasp around the makeshift gag in her mouth. Mage’s hands radiated green light and when he grabbed the drow’s breasts she wailed in pain around the rags and strained against her bounds, her tits burning with magically induced pain. Edwin couldn’t care less, he put his cock between her perfect globes, squeezed them around it and began fucking the tits while Viconia still struggled. For the drow it was as if those Edwin’s hands were made from pure fire, mere touch hurting her as if her breasts were flayed.

As Therion was watching this show, he began to grow impatient with Aerie’s inept sucking. It was something refreshing at the beginning but his need of sexual release was growing. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed himself deep into the girl’s small mouth.

Aerie opened her eyes as she felt the huge penis fill her mouth, causing her to gag on it. ‘Mpfff!’ she tried to gasp as Therion withdrew his organ… a bit.

‘If you can’t even suck what good is your mouth? You’ll regret you weren’t better with your tongue!’ the man barked and pushed himself in again. This time he went even deeper and as he withdrew his cock he basically began face-fucking the poor girl.

‘Mpfff! Plsss! Nnnn!’ she tried to beg and plead around the invading cock but only muffled sounds escaped her mouth as Therion was pushing himself in and out, pounding her mouth as if it was her cunt. Sometimes he pushed himself so deep that he blocked her from air, but as soon as she was feeling dizzy he withdrew, allowing her to gasp around his dick.

For him it was pure heaven, fucking her unwilling mouth, so warm and wet… As she gagged, her throat consctricted around his cock, massaging it, only adding to the pleasure. And all the time she sobbed and tried to beg. It wasn’t a surprise that he came pretty quickly.

‘Take it, whore! Take… every… ugh… drop!’ he shouted as his dick began shooting waves of jism into her mouth and directly to her belly. The poor girl gagged even more at the foul, horrible taste filling her mouth. Only when he withdrew his cock she fell to the ground, gasping for air, a small drizzle of cum running down her chin.

‘You’re useless with your mouth, but we’ll teach you… and for your sake lets hope your cunt is better.’ He said menacingly.

‘But… cough… cough… you… said…’ Aeries tried to protest.

‘I lied’ Therion said flatly and forced her knees apart. The terrified girl looked at his cock, which was fully erect again as if he just didn’t flood her with his cum.

Panicking, Aerie tried to kick at him but her attempts were feeble and utterly futile given that he still wore most of his armor. Mercilessly, he forced her knees apart, exposing her most intimate place for everyone to see, adding even more shame to what she was already feeling. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, the huge, long thing that would soon defile her. ‘ P-please...’, she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, the last few drops of cum from the terrible mouthrape drooling down her chin, ‘ please...dooooon't!’

‘ Better get used to it! It's all youre going to do now!’ Korgan laughed from behind, tapping his foot impatiently. He couldn't wait getting his hands on his new slave, to feel her ass clench around his cock while she screamed...but as the boss of this whole gang, Therion had the right to take her first. And even though Korgan would have loved to take this right and his head from him, he knew he had no chance...so, he waited...for a moment, he considered taking one of the other slaves but he didn't want to waste his stamina and his cum on some random slave. Not with such a prime victim in front of him.

Therion did not waste more time with words. He wanted her now and he would have her. So, looming over her, ignoring her feeble attempt to defend herself, he guided the head of his cock towards the entrance to her virgin snatch...and then took her virginity with one powerful thrust that had him moan with pleasure and tore an ear-piercing wail from her throat.

Aerie had never felt such terrible pain in her life. Even when her wings were wounded and needed to be taken off, it hadn't been this bad, this...intimate. With one single thrust deeply into her, this monster had taken her innocence away forever, not caring about her own wishes or comfort...Aerie wailed and sobbed, new tears springing from her eyes. She could feel him inside her, drilling deeply into her defenseless sex, his cock stretching her unwilling, unprepared opening torturously.

She couldn't even plead anymore, all that came out of her mouth were pitiful cries and sobs as this man violated her, hurt her more than she ever thought possible. Squirming, writhing beneath him, she thrashed, throwing her head from side to side even as scream after scream escaped from cumstained lips. Aerie tried to fight him, to kick and punch at him, but he did not even register her efforts. All he did was grin down at her, his eyes blazing with lust and power while he punished her pussy with hard, deep thrusts, forcing his cock deeper into her each time he pushed.

‘ She as tight as she looks?’ Korgan asked, grinning at her obvious misery. He didn't think he could get any harder but watching his future slave in so much pain and dismay made his cock throb so hard it almost hurt. ‘ Even...more...’, Therion said simply, not really wishing to hold a conversation now that he was brutally deflowering their newest catch. He could feel Imoen's eyes on him, her horrified looks as she witnessed her brother do to another girl what he'd done to her so long ago.

A loud groan, followed by ‘ Here...take it...take my tribute, whore!’ signalled Edwin's climax as the mage's cock sprayed a huge load all over Viconia's pain-stricken face and her chest, soiling her dark face with white, thick drops and smears. Only when he'd finished did he release her tits from his grasp, ending the spell he had created himself for just such an occasion. It would be useless in a fight but who said all magic had to have combat applications? Getting up again, he looked at Viconia and Imoen, still lying in front of each other, the double-ended dildo connecting them at their cunts. ‘ How about you two entertain us some more?’ he asked, grabbing a fistful of Imoen's hair to get her attention, ‘ Ride that toy...fuck each other with it!’

‘ A...hnngh...great idea!’ Sarevok commented even as his cock shot the rest of his load up the half-elven girl's asshole before he pushed her towards the wagon again, grinning at her father who was caught between insane rage and despair at his helplessness. ‘ Don't complain, old man...she's still a virgin, after all!’ he laughed, then turned to watch as Viconia began to use her hands for support behind her back and thrust herself onto the dildo, driving the end deeper into her own and Imoen's unwilling cunts, making the younger girl cry out through the gag she wore.

Therion didn't notice yet. He was rapidly approaching his climax, Aerie's misery and pained screams fuelling his arousal as he plunged his thick cock into her again and again, not merely taking her virginity but plundering her completely. ‘ Ohhh...yes...you'll make a fine...slave...’, he muttered though he wasn't sure if Aerie could hear it...she seemed way too lost in her own world of pain and degradation at the moment. But in all honesty, he didn't care much. He closed his eyes as he felt his balls tighten while her cunt clenched around him, milking his cock against her will.

‘Hnnngh...oh....take it, whore! Take my load again like a good....little...slave!’ Holding her down, he felt his cock spray another huge load deeply into the helpless girl whose cries became more shrill as she felt his hot semen splash against her tormented inner walls. Therion, as usual, did not stop raping her until his load was all inside. Only then would he pull out and step back, leaving Aerie a sobbing wreck on the ground, curling into a ball to protect herself. A bit too late, he thought with a twisted smirk.

‘ She's yours now, Korgan. Anyone but me who wants her has to ask you first...in exchange for your loyalty’, he said to the dwarf. ‘ No more second guessing, no more threats. I give an order, you fulfill it.’ Korgan nodded hastily, eager to find his own release. ‘ Good, then enjoy her.’

‘No… you… you CAN’T’ Aeries cried ‘You just… violated me. Leave me ALONE!’

‘Of course I can’ Korgan laughed grabbing Aerie’s arms, squeezing her breasts and pushing her to the ground. ‘And we’ve just fucked two of your holes… there one tight hole left…’

‘No… you don’t mean… you… it’s… wrong! Unnatural!’ the terrified elf tried to protest but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

‘Its only natural that a whore like you,’ the dwarf said grabbing Aeries sweet, curvy hips and raising them so that her ass was up ‘will get a big cock up… her… ASS!’ he shouted as holding her hips he pushed himself in.

Even though he plunged himself with or his fury, her unbelievably tight ass allowed him to bury only so much of his cock in the first thrust. Korgan laughed loud as Aerie’s agonizing shriek silenced all other sounds coming from the camp. As impossible as it might have seemed, when Korgan pushed himself in, burying his cock completely, her second shriek was even louder.

‘GODSS! NOOO! MERCYYYY… NOOO!’ The girl wailed and cried in agony, feeling as if she was being literally torn apart. Her ass felt as if though it was on fire and this, connected with the excrutiating pain radiating from her sore, deflowered pussy made turned her gentle, fragile body into an inferno of pain. ‘NOOO… LEAVE ME… AAAA…’ her pleas transformed into a wordless scream as Korgan started fucking her ass with rapid, savage thrusts.

At first he wanted to treasure this fuck, taking her ass slowly… but he was never patient and after seeing her raped by Therion he just wanted to fuck her brains out. Besides, she was his – he could fuck her anytime he wanted. The girl tried to struggle, thrashing her body, twisting it in a vain attempt to avoid the relentless assault and her moves aroused him even more. This of course caused him to rape her even more violently, savouring the tenderness of her tightest asshole and the knowledge how it must hurt his victim.

Meanwhile the rest of the party surrounded Imoen and Viconia as the two women continued their forced lesbian show. While Imoen still resisted obeying this disgusting command, Viconia was more into it. Either was it because she had such experiences before, either because this time she had at least this satisfaction that as she is bushing her body, humping the dildos and pushing them even deeper… she is not the only one who is in pain. In fact her drow nature let her draw some degree of comfort from the fact that for once she was partly the abuser, fucking this stupid, naïve redheaded bitch. That didn’t mean she accepted her situation – each time she pushed herself, she had to grit her teeth as the pain radiating from her cunt, stretched by the large dildo was becoming more intense.

And if that wasn’t enough suddenly, she felt the stinging pain of the whip, hitting her breast.

‘Faster!’ Sarevok ordered, hitting the drow again.

Fortunately for her, Therion saw that she was the more cooperative one and began to hit Imoen with his whip, again and again. Each blow landed on her breasts causing the girl to shriek loud apart from the moans caused by the hateful feeling of the wooden dildo drilling in her most private part. 

‘Faster sis! You don’t want to anger me…’ Therion threated, hitting her few times again. One of the tails of the whip landed on Imoen’s pretty face, causing her to cry even harder. Tears were running down her face as she closed her eyes and desperately tried to obey the orders and fuck back. She simply couldn’t – not only was it disgusting for her, but her whole body protested from pushing herself harder which made her hurt even more.

Meanwhile, in a last desperate attempt Aerie tried somehow to crawl away from the terrible pain and the dwarf’s assault. She only managed to get on all fours, which was only better for Korgan. He grabbed her long her and began to pull it, yanking her head back as he continued to piston her tender, sore ass.

‘ Yes, take it, you elven whore!’ he yelled as he pounded into her savagely, each thrust ripping another hoarse, tortured scream from her trembling lips. He grunted and groaned as his pleasure mounted, looking over to the terrified slaves who could not help but watch the ordeal and gave them a terrifying grin while his hips slammed into the helpless, howling slave before him. Finally, with a load groan of purest bliss, Korgan's cock began to shoot its load into Aerie's abused ass. ‘ Take it, take my cum! Take it deep like you deserve!’ Korgan grunted, pulling out to spray the last drops over her quivering asscheeks before releasing her from his grip, allowing the exhausted and tormented girl to fall to the floor, sobbing, unable to move, trapped in a world of blazing pain. ‘ Pah’, Korgan said, spitting onto her tearful face, ‘ I'll make a good little ass-whore out of ya yet!’

The two girls were forced to perform for quite some time, Viconia suffering from the occasional hit with the lash whenever she slowed down to give her aching cunt some rest while Imoen was whipped practically constantly, unable to perform as well as her brother and the others wished, sobbing loudly against the rag in her mouth as the slaps and lashes rained down upon her, angry red welts soon criscrossing her chest and belly. They were not allowed to stop for one moment and eventually, even Viconia slowed down, no longer able to derive any pleasure from Imoen's pain, the constant drilling of the wooden dildo into her cunt too uncomfortable by now – which led to another series of lashes raining down upon her defenseless body.

It only ended after both girls had received a load of cum across their faces from Sarevok and Edwin, respectively, after which they were untied and the dildo finally removed from their aching cunts. While Viconia was then able to enjoy at leats some rest, chained to one of the wagons, Imoen's torment was not over. Therion, infuriated at her unwillingness to perform as she was told, first had her kneel before him, fucking her face as brutally as possible before cumming down her throat. Afterwards, he chained the exhausted girl to one of the wagons filled with girls and women and whipped her brutally, telling them all that they would suffer the same fate if they ever disobeyed.

Then, he had her bound again with another dildo stuffed into her cunt and fastened there, her punishment not yet over. Thrown into the wagon with the other female slaves, they were forbidden to touch her bindings or do anything else to ease her torment. One woman tried to make her more comfortable over the course of their 3-day journey and was severely whipped, then raped for hours while the others were forced to watch. The men were left behind trapped in the wagon, left to starve or to wish for a hero to come their way. Triumphant, the group traveled back to Athkatla – or, better, to the secret meeting point where the slaves could be taken into the sewers and the hideout. After all, slavery was still illegal in the city, something Therion wished to change some day.

For Aerie, sweet, innocent Aerie, these three days were pure torment. Korgan did not waste a single opportunity to violate her in any way he could imagine. Every time the group rested, the air soon filled with her screams as his thick cock pounded into her sore cunt or, even more often, her tight asshole. He didn't allow any of the others to sample her but he alone was more than enough to make Aerie wish for a swift death. But that would never come. Edwin had placed a geas on her the next day that kept her from escaping and from regaining her spells. Her spellbook was gone anway and prayers were hard to utter with a gag in her mouth or Korgan's cock down her throat. When she had refused her first meal – mixed with a healthy dose of cum, as always – he had whipped her and forced her to go hungry, only feeding her a load of his cum in the evening.

There was no comfort to be gained from the other slaves either. The newly collected slaves were all too afraid and the other two...Imoen was bound, but at least threw her a sympathetic glance every now and then while the drow regarded her with a cold, indifferent stare, occasionally even smirking when Korgan raped the younger elf, as if being glad someone else had to endure him – not that he didn't participate in Viconia's rape sessions. Aerie, gentle soul that she was, took pity on them, but there were few times when she could dwell on how horrible this must have been for them when she felt nothing but pain and shame most of the time.

At the secret hideout, a small cave that led to the city sewers, the slaves were unloaded and brought to the slaver's base. Five were chosen as ‘entertainment’ for the guards to ensure their loyalty the others would be sold soon. While still seething with rage at her new position, Ssatha was still competent and Therion knew she and Hendak would run the business nicely. Already, contact had been made with a few underground brothels in Waterdeep, Baldur's Gate and the undercity of Skullport.

That left the group to their own plans for a while. Sarevok contacted a leatherworker to finally procure the outfits the group's slaves would wear from now on, eventually coming up with three different outfits:

Imoen would now wear a simple leather bra and a matching leather thong that would keep her perfect ass uncovered for all to see. It was also crotchless, the opening hidden only by a layer of cloth in the front that could easily be tucked away anytime soneone wanted access to her cunt.

Viconia wore what amounted to three leather straps, two covering her nipples, then running down to unite before her cunt, covering it but also tight enough to painfully push into it, then running up between her asscheeks again to join the straps at the collar around her neck. It was barely enough to fulfill even the smallest standard of decency, but that was exactly what the group wanted.

Aerie, on the other hand, received an outfit made from spider silk treated to be almost completely transparent. From the right angle, everyone could see her tits, her ass and her cunt uncovered even though from a distance it looked like a normal clerical outfit, a cruel mockery of her former standing as a priestess.

But clothes were not the reason the group was back in Athkatla.

‘ So, what do we have regarding the shadow stone?’ Therion asked, casually forcing Imoen's head into his crotch to deepthroat his raging cock. ‘ Nothing...nothing but a few vague hints’, Sarevok muttered. In front of him, Ssatha knelt, her forked tongue playing over Sarevok's balls while she regarded the tall man with a hateful look he found amusing. ‘ Not entirely true, as always’, Edwin said, ‘ but you can be glad I am actually adept at using my mind.’ He was sitting next to Viconia on a bed, a thick wooden dildo in his hand, which he pumped in and out of her cunt while she grunted in pain, forbidden to move and shackled to the bedpost. ‘ I heard of a rare volume, the Delights of Darkness, locked away in the nearby temple of Torm. And no, it's not a porn book. It is an extensive work on the shadow plane along with treatment on the crystal. If we were to find any useful hints, it would be there. Drow, lean back. Time for the other hole...’ And while the group made plans for a break-in, he violated Viconia's ass with the dildo while the drow spat death wishes to him, much to his amusement...

‘Temple of Torm…’ Therion pondered the news.

‘We are not strong enough to assault it, brother. Not yet.’ Sarevok warned ‘Perhaps we should wait until our power becomes greater.’

‘No.’ Therion hissed ‘I am getting tired of waiting. Besides, we need… I need the shadow stone to increase my powers in the first place.’

‘So what are your plans?’

‘Fortunately there are other ways than brute force’ Therion turned to Edwin who was abusing Viconia’s ass with a bored expression on his face. ‘Mage… I guess you have invisibility spells at your disposal? As well as those that make our steps impossible to hear?’

‘Of course I have such spells. (This is child’s play, almost too demeaning)’ the mage grumbled, venting his frustration by pistoning the drow’s dildo faster and faster.

‘An infiltration?’ Sarevok raised his brow and suddenly gasped as Ssatha’s tongue caressed his balls again. He grabbed the surprised yuan-ti and rammed his dick down her throat, so deep that his balls hit the woman’s face. He began pumping it viciously, with each push releasing a wave of salty liquid into her mouth.

‘Yes, an infiltration’ Therion said, idly twisting Imoen’s nipple.

‘Mpfff!’ the girl gasped in pain, her voice almost completely muffled by the cock in her mouth. Although Therion began playing with her nipples, abusing them she kept sucking, not losing the rhythm even for one heartbeat.

‘You will go with me mage, you’ll recognize it first’ Therion ordered ‘The rest of you will wait… but be prepared to flee town if something goes wrong.’

‘At least they acknowledge my mental superiority!’ the mage said to himself, watching as Therion begins to flood Imoen’s throat with his cum, forcing the redhead to swallow load after load of his jism…