This story drips with sex. It has all the goodies - girl/girl, boy/girl, horrible-dominating-machine/girl. The original inspiration came from Wrath Spider, an excellent series of stories posted at greyarchive in the fantasy section. If you haven't read it, you have a treat waiting for you.

In the Prologue I introduce our heroines: Kerry, Em, and Lish. I also introduce Uzhegh, the evil bastard that will make them all squirm. If you prefer squirming without introductions then scroll down to Part One. I hope you enjoy, there is plenty more on the way!

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The inn was fantastically busy. The air was thick with laughter and tobacco smoke. Most of the patrons were soldiers heading home from a successful campaign to the north and the town of Giragi was the first stop on that long trip with a decent mug of ale. Lish sat in the far corner, sipping her ale and taking it all in. Nobody took much notice of her - the people of the town had seen enough strange folk come through that even a drow elf like her drew very little unwanted attention. She preferred it that way.

There was a loud group of soldiers at a table to her left. Their bulky gear lie in well-packed bundles at their feet - swords, bows, oil-rags, sleeping rolls… Lish could catch bits of their conversation - boasts of valor and sexual prowess, lewd jokes… She settled back in her chair. It's good to be back in civilization, she thought.

At a table to her right a very fat man was having a drinking contest with a thinner man - empty pitchers of ale littered the space between them. They both looked ready to pass out, but Lish knew better. Her trained eyes could pick out many things that others would have missed - she could see, for example, that the drinking contest was fixed. The thinner man was only pretending to be drunk. She sensed in his eyes a certain predatory alertness that was not dimmed by alcohol. She scanned the nearby tables for his accomplices and found them - two men watched the contest with hungry, hawkish looks. No doubt they had spiked the man's drink and were waiting for him to stumble out of the bar where they would jump him.

At another table Lish caught sight of a mage. The man looked normal enough, but there was no hiding the subtle feel of power that radiated from him. She watched him for a moment, trying to guess his specialty. Studying magic was difficult and time consuming, even if you had 'the gift'. Much of it was shrouded in the culture and language of the region where it was born. That was the great mystery of it. Some mages dealt in fire, others loved nature, and others were obsessed with death - few mages could master all the subtle varieties that existed in the world. You could almost tell the type of mage by his features. This mage, she thought, might be one of the Sylvati from the far north. The most powerful among them were said to command huge blizzards at will. They were not said to be all that friendly either. Lish had seen enough of the world to know it was better not to put that myth to the test.

Her attention drifted to a cute barmaid serving customers across the inn. Lish smiled, watching the way her legs pressed through her serving apron. The maid snaked nimbly between customers, squeezing between chairs with her stomach pulled in and three wooden mugs brimming with ale and a platter of cold meats held high above her head. She didn't spill a drop.

"Barmaid!" Lish suddenly called out, "Fetch me some more ale!"

The barmaid ignored her.

Lish's smile grew. "Wench!" she said again, louder this time, "I said get me some ale !"

The barmaid froze, her back shaking visibly with the effort to control her anger. She carefully put down her platter and mugs before turning. Abruptly she began to walk towards Lish; her lips set in a thin line.

Lish watched her approach with a wry smile. She caught every detail of her demeanor - the way her cheeks were flushed with anger, the way she stiffened her arms and clenched her fists as she walked, the way her ample breasts pressed themselves against her uniform. It was so good last night, she thought. She was so sensitive - so fiery!

The barmaid came right up to her, bending down as if to take an order. She brought her face right next to Lish's ear. Her cute mouth contorted as she whispered hoarsely.

"So that's how it is, is it?! One night together and suddenly it's, 'Wench do this! Wench do that! Wench fetch me my ale!'"

Lish began to laugh, her dark features accenting her brilliant white teeth. "Em, you do look so beautiful when you are angry."

That pissed her off more. She looked like she was going to stamp her foot in frustration. "You…" she hissed, "You are just like a man! Worse even!"

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Lish laughed harder, a bubbling, singing sort of laugh that comes naturally to elves - even drow elves. "Em, no need to be nasty. I'm only toying with you…"

"I am no toy." Em responded sullenly.

"Oh? But only last night you told me, 'I'm yo~"

"Shhht!" Em interrupted, looking around to see if anyone was listening. Lish caught the fierce blush on her cheeks. Her voice took a slightly more pleading tone. "Please don't repeat that! I was a little, uh, worked up… Ok? Pleeease?"

Lish laughed. She was so mine! She thought. God, it was like if she had never cum before!

"Hmmm, we'll see…"She teased. "But first, be a good wench and fetch me my ale."

Em's blood began to boil. She opened her mouth to say something but Lish dismissed her with a casual wave of her hand. Finally, with an indignant snort, Em whirled around and went to fetch the drink.

Lish watched Em's ass as she marched towards the back room. That girl needs discipline… she thought Luckily, I will teach it to her… She began to idly survey her surroundings while she waited, thinking of devious ways to discipline her new friend. Just then she noticed a rather plump elven woman entering the bar. The woman was searching for someone. Her round face looked familiar to Lish. Then it hit her - it was Tasen, Kerry's childhood nanny! Kerry was her best friend, an elven fighter with whom she had shared some of her most unforgettable adventures - and someone to whom she owed her life. But what could have possibly brought her nanny to a place like this? She thought.

The nanny sighed in relief when she saw Lish. Immediately she began to make her way to her table - the way she struggled to get through the crowd made it even more obvious how out of place she was in a border town bar. By the time she reached Lish she was out of breath.

"Well I never!" she huffed, scowling as she looked about the room. "So many humans in one place!" She spit out the word 'human' like it was a curse.

"Tasen! That's so unlike you to say something bad about other races. What's the matter? Were you looking for me?"

"Of course I am! And I've not found you a moment too soon! I've been over half the world looking for you! What else would bring me to such a festering pit like this!"

"What happened? Has something happened to Kerry?"

The nanny's face grew pale. "Oh child - I didn't mean to worry you, they didn't want me to come, but I had no where else to turn. Yes, something has happened - something terrible!"

"Who told you not to come? What happened?" Lish felt a lump build in her stomach.

"Come. I'll tell you as we go. We may still make it to Retsek in time."

The lump in Lish's stomach tightened into a knot. She had been away for weeks - if something happened to her friend during that time she would never forgive herself. She got up in a rush and followed Tasen out the door, forgetting even to say goodbye to Em.

A few minutes later Em arrived at Lish's table with a mug frothing with ale. She tried to hide her disappointment as she turned away from the empty table. Sullenly she went to wait on other customers.

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"What do you mean she is a prisoner?!" Lish stammered, pausing from where she was packing her gear. "Prisoner of who? Orcs? Goblins?"

"No, not orcs - though I almost wish it were true. It is so hard to explain like this. Oh my poor Kerry!" Tasen cried. "The humans have her - she is on her way to the human capital, Retsek. She is to be… to be… I can't say it!"

"Humans? I don't understand? Who? Why?"

"His name is Uzhegh. He is a military advisor in the Retsek defense council. He was nobody before all this, but now I fear he is gaining popularity - and he may even get his way with his ceremony. If he succeeds there will be a disaster."

"I don't understand - since when have men been taking elven folk prisoner? What is this ceremony Uzhegh plans?"

"Uzhegh has charged Kerry with betraying a company of Retsek soldiers on a mission to clear the Fuin hills of orcs. Eighty men were killed in an ambush- six by Kerry's own blade - or so he claims."

"Betrayal?! Kerry!? That's absurd!" Kerry thought of their own history with orcs. The thought that Kerry would side with orcs was truly ridiculous.

"Of course it is, but nevertheless that is the charge."

"But it's ridiculous! Where is the proof? What about the elven elders - what are they doing?"

"They did everything they could - even now there is a diplomatic envoy in Retsek, but it is complicated… There was a trial - it was short, nasty, and very public. Oh Gods, where have you been!? We did what we could, but it was hopeless - she confessed to the crime!"

Lish stared at her with her mouth open.

"But… "

"Clearly she must have been drugged or cursed. But there were witnesses to the attack - survivors - they testified against her… It was like a circus - people were spitting her name like she was a beast. The crowds wanted her hanged."

A sudden cold swept over Lish - she could hardly ask the next question, "The punishment - Did they? Is she?"

"Dead? No, not dead, but it will be worse…. so much worse!" Tasen began to sob. "It was a secret for so long… I don't know how they found out…"

"What secret? I can't take this! Tell me what is going on!"

Tasen took a deep breath - she grasped Lish by the shoulders and made her sit on the edge of the bed to calm her, then she began. "She is to undergo the ceremony of Anor Dan Masin. …No, you have not heard the name... It has been secret for generations of elves - secret upon secret. It has been a secret for thousands of years. Even among elves it was forgotten - except by the elders. It is a thing from the ancient times - from the ancient wars. It is a ceremony of… humiliation." Lish noted how carefully the nanny chose the word. "It is cruel, horribly cruel and humiliating. There are no other words for it. So much was done to rid the world of its memory - such spells were cast! For it is the thought of it that makes it so dangerous. Even memory of it poisons men's minds. It spreads among them like a contagion. It incites lust. It robs reason. If this thing comes to pass - the consequences will be unimaginable! Their greed! No elf will be safe - there will be war! And my poor Kerry… She will be…."

Tasen began to cry - sobbing so heavily that Lish could hardly get out another word. Silently Lish finished packing. Her mind seethed with anger. There were so many questions. Who was Uzhegh? What was this ceremony? Why would it incite war? Who didn't want Lish to get involved? She would get some of the answers on the ride to Retsek. But every answer entailed another question.

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"No time!" She cursed to herself, "No time to plan this out!"

Up ahead she found what she was looking for - a procession heading towards the main square. There were as many as thirty soldiers accompanying it - fifteen in front, fifteen in back. They marched together in military step, their weapons and armor reflecting in the afternoon sun. A great slaver's wagon rolled between them; empty save for one elven female, bound and gagged and huddled in the corner against the thick iron bars. Kerry! Lish cried, kicking her horse onwards.

I must convince her she is innocent. Lish thought. The ceremony might fail if she believes she is innocent.

Townspeople began to gather as the procession slowly moved forward. Some screamed obscenities and spit at the girl in the slaver's wagon. "Elven whore! Orc lover!" Some chanted, "Anor Dan Masin! Anor Dan Masin!", though few knew what it truly meant.

Heedless, Lish galloped straight into the gathering crowd, plowing men over as she went. Her eyes were fixed on only one thing: the wagon and the row of soldiers that guarded it. Their armor is bulky, she thought, they will be too slow.

There was a cacophony of shouts as the soldiers saw the horse speeding towards them. They began barking orders and drawing their swords. The rear row of soldiers rushed to hem the charge, but they were too late. Lish pulled tightly on the reins as she barreled into them. Her horse leapt into the air, its front hooves beating down two men. With a shrill cry she sprung from her horse's back, drawing her knife as she sailed through the air. She landed lightly onto the iron cage of the slaver's wagon. In one fluid motion she flipped around to the front. Several arrows whistled by where she had been, she heard them clatter to the street. She found her target at the head of the wagon - Uzhegh, the military defense advisor. He seemed to be in shock. That moment of hesitation was all she needed to press her blade to his neck. He stiffened immediately, afraid even to swallow lest she cut him with the poisoned edge. Quickly she slipped behind him, using his body as a shield against further attack.

"Hold!' She hissed. "Tell your men to hold or you will feel this blade in your throat!"

A cold trickle of sweat formed on the man's forehead. It ran down his cheek and dissolved into the forest of stubble that grew there. But then, to Lish's great surprise, the man grinned. The skin on his face shifted oddly, as if it were only loosely attached to the muscles underneath.

"So!" he hissed, his voice cold and thin. "They sent a drow priestess to do their dirty work. Are they cowards too, these elves from Shenor, as well as criminals?"

Lish looked around her - the guards were closing in, muttering angrily. They were Uzhegh's personal guard, veteran soldiers - each man grim and lean. Several bows were drawn taut and trained on her, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She needed to think - one wrong move and it would all be over. She forced her chest to stop heaving and began to speak. She hoped her voice sounded strong enough…

"Don't waste your words with me, politician. I came here on my own to free my friend. You humans have it all mixed up - you cage the innocent and you let the criminals drive the wagon."

Uzhegh laughed. "You hold a knife to my neck and dare to call me a criminal? The drow truly have a dark sense of humor. I suppose a bloodsucker like you is fond of orcs as well. Perhaps you and your friend liked to share."

Lish pressed her knife harder against his neck. "Careful what you imply human."

"I imply nothing. Your friend was tried at the Retsek High Court and she was found guilty of betrayal. An entire company of men died because of her and her orc boyfriend."

"Now it is you who jest. Her trial was a joke. Your courts are…"

Uzhegh suddenly grew angry. His face flushed red and again Lish got a creepy sensation that his skin was not all together attached to his face. "Her trial was more than fair. Every courtesy was shown to your elven kin. We allow her to live - which is more than she deserves! Don't test our mercy."

"You call your ceremony mercy?" Lish spit, tightening her hold on the man. "Better to die than to live at your mercy!" Her heart sank - she had hoped to take Uzhegh as hostage and win Kerry's freedom, but the man clearly had more of a spine than she had anticipated. There really was no other option. She meant what she said - better to die than to live in a cage. She was going to draw her knife across his throat - and she would have done it too, had he not spoken those enigmatic words at that moment.

"Stra-tuk" he said.

Lish eyes widened in shock. She stayed her blade. "What did you say, human meat?"

"You are drow, are you not? Sworn servant of the spider goddess and all her freakish customs." His voice dripped with contempt. "Don't you recognize a challenge when it is spoken?"

Lish fought to control her rage. "How do you know of the sacred rite?"

"Never mind how I know. I know a lot of things, elf bitch!" Again she felt the unnatural rippling of his skin. "I know that even a race as hateful and dishonest as yours has a code of honor. The rite of Stra-tuk - hand to hand combat." He pitched his voice towards the crowd, he was speaking more for their benefit than hers. "To reject this challenge is to reject the code of your goddess… I hear she does not take kindly to those who reject her codes…" he smiled. "Even in death…"

"You are a snake…" She said.

"No, not snake… But what matters now is that I have challenged you to Stra-tuk! Do you accept or will you face Llothe unclean?"

Lish's lips curled back in hatred, revealing sharp white teeth. "What stops your men from attacking me the moment I let you free?"

Uzhegh smiled, his oily grin spreading from ear to ear. "You have my word on it."

Lish's world seemed to be collapsing around her. She knew that the moment she let him free his men would cut her down, but she could see no other way. The challenge of Stra-tuk was sacred. What he said about Llothe was true - it was an ancient rite among the drow. It was a matter of honor - even beyond death. The Stra-tuk settled conflicts openly in a society where assassination and thievery were so refined. It was necessary for any semblance of order. The rules were simple - once the terms were agreed on it would begin. It was fought without weapons - one of the many ways they honed their battle prowess. The loser was the first to make a sound, any sound, and would be disgraced and punished.

"Dog, I would have killed you…" she hissed. Slowly she loosened her grip and let him slip free. She closed her eyes and waited for the arrow that was sure to come.

Instead she heard Uzhegh's voice. "Hold friends! Hold your vengeance for a moment! There is better sport yet to come!"

Lish stared in astonishment as he commanded his troops away. Here is a wondrous thing, she thought. He actually means to go through with it. She could hardly believe her eyes as he commanded his men to form a tight circle.

Uzhegh stepped off the wagon and into the ring of men. He turned, flexing his neck and cracking his knuckles. He wasn't a large man, but knotted muscles moved under his chain-mail armor. "What are your terms, drow-bitch?"

Lish hopped into the circle of men. New confidence rang in her voice. "Freedom for my friend - and safe passage out of the city."

Uzhegh laughed. "Your orc-loving friend has been tried and found guilty at an official Retsek high council - her freedom is not mine to give! But…" he began to chuckle, "my men might accidentally lose her for a while should you prevail. She might have a day or two of freedom before our bounty hunters track her down…"

"It is enough…. Have I your word on it?" She did nothing to check the sarcasm in her voice.

"You do."

"And your terms, human?"

Uzhegh laughed, his eyes narrowing, his lips stretching in a lewd grin. "I would have your obedience. Make a single sound during the Stra-tuk and I will have you on your knees - right here in this place - tame as a breed mare until I spill my seed in your womb." He grabbed at his codpiece for emphasis. His men burst into laughter, but he held his gaze on Lish, his eyes narrowing further. "Do you accept my terms?"

The back of Lish's neck tingled. Bastard, she thought. She would make him scream like a baby. Still, she didn't like his confidence. He was too sure of himself - something was wrong…but what choice did she have?

"I accept!" She said and immediately pressed the attack.

Lish's kick hurled towards its target - her boot flying swiftly between his legs. But in a blur of speed Uzhegh stepped aside. He caught her foot and lifted it higher, dumping Lish unceremoniously on her back. The crowd roared, but Lish didn't make a sound. She fought down her surprise as she flipped back up. I have never seen a human move so quickly, she thought I have to be more careful.

The two combatants circled each other. The crowd of soldiers and townspeople jeered her as she sidestepped, bent low in a crouch. Someone from the crowd called out "Elf bitch, stop staring between his legs! He will tame you with it soon enough."

The cobblestones on the street were slippery and uneven. The ring of men kept collapsing and reforming as people tried to push their way to the front to catch a glimpse of the battle. Some were chanting Uzhegh's name. He is becoming quite a hero she thought bitterly.

Someone threw a piece of fruit, distracting Lish. At that moment Uzhegh sprung forward, his gloved hand swinging in a wide arc as he backhanded her across the face. Lish's hair exploded as her head snapped to the right. She stumbled backward into the arms of one of the soldiers. He caught her around the chest, mauling her breasts for a moment before she pulled free. Still she made no sound.

Suddenly a voice boomed in her skull - Give up, bitch! It was as if it were coming from inside her head. She looked around, startled and unsure from where it came. Then she caught Uzhegh smiling and she knew it was him. He is not human, She thought. The knowledge frightened her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and resumed her fighting stance. But then again neither am I!

She timed it perfectly, breaking the rhythm of their footsteps and raking her nails across his face with blurring speed. In one fluid motion she followed up, stepping behind him and stabbing her hand into his kidneys, short and hard. He doubled over sideways, but did not so much as squeak. She closed in, grabbing his finger as he turned and twisting it cruelly upwards and around. She heard a satisfying pop, but still he showed no pain. She glared at him in surprise and for a moment their eyes met. He smiled. Even as she held onto his finger she felt something squirming beneath - shifting, resetting.

Her eyes widened in shock. He's a monster, she thought. She almost said it aloud. But even in that moment his free hand came up and caught her around the throat, cutting off her air. She began to kick and struggle, but as the seconds ticked on her struggles grew increasingly more girlish. He had lifted her off her feet and her legs were kicking at the air frantically. He forced their eyes to meet again and suddenly his voice was in the back of her skull. You are no match for me elf. I am far, far your superior… And now you shall suffer…

Suddenly Lish felt pain like she had never known. It felt like a hot poker was being thrust into the soft folds of her brain. She began to tremble in his grasp. No matter how hard she struggled she couldn't break his gaze. The pain grew worse every second, spreading through her neck and spine, radiating out to her body in waves. She longed to scream, to thrash in pain, but the hand clamped on her neck prevented it.

Finally Uzhegh released his grip and she screamed. The shock of losing hit her even as she heard her own anguished cry. It made the pain all the more bitter. She crumpled at his feet. A cry like that was unheard of. It was humiliating.

"A baby would not have cried so loud." Uzhegh said, standing over her.

She didn't answer. She lay crumpled on the street before him, numb with shock. I lost… I lost… was all she could think. He bent over her and she felt him pull her knife free from her waist. He planted it in the street before her, wedging it between the cobblestones just within her reach.

"Get on your knees, whore." He growled, but she was too stunned to move. He jabbed her with his boot. "I said, get on your knees!" A wave of hatred washed over her. Her eyes focused on the knife.

He saw her gaze and began to taunt her. "Yes, elf… Your knife… It's so close. So tempting… Soon your friend will undergo the ceremony… You failed. You have even lost your holy competition. Take it now… Slit your throat with it. It would be so much easier. The poison would kill you quickly."

Bitter tears came to Lish's eyes. She so much wanted to take up her knife - kill him with it and as many of his guards as she was able. Death was of little concern to her, but the rite was sacred. All her life she had followed Llothe's teachings and she had agreed to the conditions - to betray that would be to betray everything….

It was her hardest moment, but slowly she began to get up. Her legs shook, but even so she lifted herself to her hands and knees. The crowd erupted into cheers. She let her head hang obediently. All she could see around her were the legs and feet of the people standing around her. She felt numb with humiliation.

Uzhegh walked behind her and soon she felt his hands fumbling with her tunic. Her heart sank as the straps and belts came loose. He pulled roughly on her leather top and it burst open, letting her perfect obsidian breasts tumble into view. An awed hush went through the crowd as they gaped at her beauty. Her chest began heaving - lifting her full, smooth breasts with each breath. He yanked again and the belts slid free of their loops. One more yank and the whole garment came off, top to bottom. He dumped it on the street a few feet away. She was completely naked, kneeling besides her clothing in the middle of the crowd.

Lish tried to control her breathing, but everything began to spin. Sensations and sounds began to blur together: cobblestones digging into her knees, crowds laughing, sunlight on her bare skin, countless legs and feet all around her... She felt like she was going to pass out.

"Oh my, but our elf friend does look ready!" Uzhegh said as he cupped his hand over her pussy. She felt an electric jolt as his fingers slid over her exposed lips. He began to taunt her as he touched her, wiggling his fingers between her sparse hair and into the soft folds of her labia. "Her knife is right in front of her. Why doesn't she use it? Maybe she is dreaming of her spider goddess or maybe she just wants cock?" He plunged a finger inside her when he said cock and Lish squealed from the sudden intrusion. When he pulled his fingers away they were wet.

He waved them around to the crowd in triumph, walking in a circle showing the wetness to everyone. He had turned his back to her - carelessly leaving her to stare at her poisoned knife. Her hand twitched as she longed to grab it. Worse, she knew that Kerry was watching her humiliation, gagged and caged only meters away.

She steeled herself with the knowledge that she would soon be free to kill and to die - it would be over the moment he finished inside her. In truth she considered herself already dead. There was no way out of her situation - all that was left was revenge and honor. She knew that the moment he came she would snatch up her knife and plunge it into his neck. She consoled herself with that dark thought, but her heart sank as he took even that away from her. He did not fuck her immediately, as she had expected; instead he called one of his guards forward and gave him the honor of 'taming her'.

Panicked, Lish looked up. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched him single the man out and command him to tame her. He looked like the most ordinary fellow in the planet as he stepped out of the crowd. He was a little plump and not particularly tall, but he was gloating and holding his hands up like a conquering champion. His buddies cheered him and egged him on as he walked up behind her. For a moment he fumbled with his belt, then from between her legs she could see his pants gather at his boots. Long wiry black hairs stood out against the white skin of his legs. He knelt down behind her, his knobby knees contacting her calves briefly, and for a moment she had the almost irresistible urge to flee. She wanted to bolt like a rabbit, as naked as she was, straight through the crowd and struggle for freedom. But she forced herself to remain still.

She felt his left hand rest on her ass as he positioned himself behind her. She closed her eyes. She wished she could just disappear - wake up from a bad dream - but it was so real. A moment later she felt his cockhead brush against her bare pussy. A chill ran up her spine - she was about to get fucked right in the middle of street. The world started to spin faster and faster during those final few seconds. Then, suddenly, she felt him push. She tried to hold him out, squirming to throw him off, but he easily matched her movements. Her lips spread and his dick began to slide in with tantalizing slowness - opening her as it went. A shock passed through her like electricity as she felt his cockhead slipping into her.

The crowds were cheering wildly as he began to sink his length into her. He held her ass with both hands now, using them to pull her back into him. Everyone could see the effort she was making to resist and they loved it. They cheered louder with every inch he gained. Soon hardly an inch remained outside of her. She could feel him buried inside her, connected to her most intimate areas. Her insides sizzled as she awaited his next thrust, the one that would bury him to the hilt. But instead he pulled himself almost all the way out, pausing for a moment in agonizing anticipation, with only the tip resting inside her. Then he leaned over her and slowly pressed himself downwards, using his hands to tilt her hips back and up and spreading her ass cheeks with his thumbs. In one long plunge their bodies drew closer and closer until she felt her ass flattened against his hips. Then he groaned loudly and she knew he was all the way inside. Every muscle in her body contracted to deny this thing that was happening to her.

He held her body against his like that for a long time - relishing her tightness. Then he began to rock her hips against his, slowly at first, but getting steadily faster. He moved her hips with his splayed hands, sawing her ass up and down while he held himself embedded at the deepest point in her body. Her breasts swayed under her as she moved. Every time he pressed into her she had to clutch the cobblestones to keep from toppling forward.

She could feel him moving inside, curving up and deep into her, pressing against her most sensitive parts. She tried to squeeze herself off against him, but slowly she felt her tightness begin to loosen. She felt her body grow wetter and more open. Alarm bells rang in her head. She tried to shut her mind off from the pleasure that threatened to peak up through her defenses. She focused her mind on revenge - but she felt her body accepting him, opening so that every plunge was met with a wet tremor. Luckily her face was hidden in her hair or the crowd would have seen it flush.

Through her hair she saw her knife. Every thrust pushed her face closer to it, dragging her knees against the cobblestones until her head was inches away from the blade. Her body was rocking with his rhythmic thrusts. The crowds were roaring, but she could no longer hear them. Her mind was screaming for revenge - every inch she moved fanning the flame until it became a sharp white light burning in the center of her brain. But another thing was happening too - every thrust brought with it a tingling splash of pleasure the washed against some immeasurable secret spot inside her and then slowly evaporated into nothingness. Lish felt like she was separating into two parts: her lower body that tingled with unearthly pleasure and her soul that shrieked for control.

His thrusts began to quicken and the splashes of pleasure began to pile one on top of the other. The screaming of the crowds and the taunting blended into one sound that melded with her ragged breathing. Blood began to rush to her face. Her arms began to tremble - either she was going to fall on her knife or she was going to cum - and she would never allow herself to do that…

It was with utter relief when she felt him twitch awkwardly, breaking his rhythm and slamming his hips forward. He came. The final jolt of pleasure was almost enough to bring her over the edge - but then he stopped his rhythmic thrusting. She felt a ticklish trickle of warmth growing inside her and she knew it was his sperm gathering in her womb.

The man held himself there for a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of his triumph. Then he quickly pulled away. His sudden absence came as a shock to her. It made her realize all the more how close she had been to cumming. She felt a sudden coolness against her pussy as outside air touched her wet, hot lips… She had been very, very close. But as the throbbing died down her mind began to unfog.

Uzhegh's voice boomed over her again. He was calling forth another of his guards to fuck her. It was only then that true despair began to sink in - she was bound by oath to remain on her knees in the crowd until he spilled his seed into her - and she realized that he was never going to do that. He was just going to continue to torment her again and again until he got bored - then he was going to leave her in the street….

The first guard pulled his pants up and moved back into the crowd - she could feel his sperm starting to slip out of her. She could imagine what she looked like on her knees in the middle of the street with her ass in the air and her pussy lips swollen and wet. A new guard took his position behind her - she tried to catch his face. He was thick and meaty with bristling facial hair. He was gloating just like the previous one, but when he let his pants drop there was a sudden gasp from the audience. Several of the townswomen eyes widened in surprise. Lish hardly registered why until she felt him press against her. That instant she found her answer - this new guard was HUGE.

His meaty hands grabbed her around the waist as he thrust forward firmly. Her lips strained wide as they were forced to accommodate him. Lish had to bite her lip to subdue the sensation that rushed up her spine. He began to stuff himself inside her roughly, hardly allowing her time to catch her breath. The second thrust came right after the first - and then the third. In a short moment he had managed to cram a tremendous length into her.

Lish began to panic - he was hitting exactly the right spot… and he was so much thicker than the last guard was… Every thrust stretched her wider and wider and left her with moments of pain that immediately dissolved into radiating bursts of pleasure. The more he pushed the wider her lips stretched until it felt like there was nothing more that she could possibly fit. But still he managed to feed more and more inside her. He began pulling at her hips to force their bodies to meet. The movement dragged her away from her knife. As she saw it receding, inch by inch, she felt herself losing control - it was as if the two were one and the same.

Then there came a moment when she knew that there was no more resisting. As much as she fought down the feeling, she felt her pussy open wide and beginning to flutter on the edge of cumming. Her mind screamed desperately for reason, her throat tightening for the oncoming rush. She had to bite her lip hard to stop herself. Thank Llothe for the hair in front of my face… she thought.

He began to sink deeper into her - he had passed by far the length of the previous man. The fluttering got deeper - until it was almost a rumbling. Her pussy started contracting in waves that she could not stop. Her hand trembled as she began to reach for her knife - she would end it before she let herself cum. But his weight was on her and instead she toppled over onto one shoulder as he abruptly thrust forward, her cheek pressed against the cobblestone.

She was so close to cumming now that her head began to swim. She was riding in that anguished point before total eruption. She opened her eyes and stared from her weird angle at the street and the rows of feet around her. It felt like she was floating in ether, except for the rhythmic pounding she was getting from behind. She closed her eyes again as the blood rushed to her head. It was going to be a monstrous orgasm.

"Shit… she is tight…." The man gasped.

Her mind raced in desperation - her hand began flopping to grab her knife - she was going to explode. But instead she felt a cold boot on the back of her hand - Uzhegh had put his foot on her hand, keeping it from her knife. She fought desperately to free it. Her other hand gripped the cobblestones until it was white.

"Shit…" The man gasped again as he felt her pussy milking him in rapid, silky contractions.

He pushed his length deep into her, stretching her wildly. Her entire body was betraying her - sweat sprung from every pore as he rocked against her. She began shivering as she fought with her last effort, blood welling lightly from where she bit her lip.

"Boss… It's hard… to hold on. Her body is… milking me." The man began shaking - he could hardly hold the rhythm. He was going to cum too. The thought blasted into her addled mind - It was her only chance.

"Put it in her ass!" Uzhegh commanded.

She heard the words and it cut through her like a knife. Her head shot up in alarm. She gave him a pleading look - more desperate than she had ever been before. She hardly even knew where she was. But the man pulled out just the same - his dick was throbbing in strong pulses. He had been at the very verge of cumming. Lish cried out - her pussy fluttered over the emptiness - it was too much for her. The man desperately shifted his position and she felt his cockhead press at the opening to her ass. She squirmed violently trying to wrench herself away, but the man caught her hips firmly and pressed forward hard, right against the center of her asshole. His dick compressed for a moment, its girth too wide for the hole, but then her resistance gave way and the wet head popped inside -he pushed it a full three inches in one slow thrust.

He began cumming almost immediately - even as he pushed into her ass. It was way too much for her - way, way too much. Her hand jerked once under Uzhegh's boot as she made for her knife, but it was too late. The man rammed it into her ass and brought her tumbling over the edge. The feeling seemed to zap her all over her body at once. She buried her head in her chest to keep the crowds from seeing her expression, but Uzhegh grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, showing her face to the crowd as she exploded. Her face twisted in a weird contortion between pain and pleasure and utter humiliation - then she let it all go.

" UUuugggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! "

" AAAaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! "

" UUuugggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! "

She let out a piercing scream like never before. It was total release - she came in utter ecstasy and defeat. Even as she came, hardly four inches buried in her ass, she could see Uzhegh standing over her, holding a fist full of her hair. She could see the crowds rippling in shock as they registered a cry that could be none other than ecstasy. She could see Kerry in her cage, staring at her with true pity in her eyes. It didn’t matter - nothing mattered but that thunderous moment.

The man behind her groaned, unable to stand the crushing sensation of her ass clamping around him. Lish felt the warm splash inside her, wetting the way so that he could slide deeper. He pushed hard, cumming mindlessly as he thrust. It was like a black haze had descended over Lish's mind. She began convulsing in pleasure. She was moaning like a slut. Then, all at once, he pulled out of her. It was as sudden as when he had entered her. Lish began humping back at his absence even as he sent the rest of his sperm arching into the air over her back. The crowds laughed, but heedlessly she rutted in the air, moaning as the firestorm consumed her - her puffy pussy lips leaking juice as her ass bucked back and forth

When the pleasure dissolved, the shame rushed back to fill the void. Uzhegh let go of her hair and she collapsed in a naked heap in front of him. Every cell suddenly rejected what had just happened. She began to sob - horrible broken sobs. She felt so weak that she could hardly move - not even to take up her knife and kill herself. She just lay there - her breasts pressed flat against the cobblestone, cum leaking from her pussy and splattered on her back, as she listened to the guards debate who would be next. She heard somebody call her a slut…

Uzhegh's voice commanded over everyone. He was using his preacher's voice. She heard him talking about something, but she blocked out the words. He was boasting, joking…

"Maybe we should mate her with a dog." He said.

She believed him. He was going to mate her with a dog and she felt that there was nothing she could do about it. She felt too weak to resist. There were plenty of dogs in the city… One of them would fuck her and she would cum. She would be its bitch. Then she heard her friend's voice in it all. Slowly she lifted her head and saw that they had taken off Kerry's gag. She was talking to Uzhegh, bargaining, nodding her head and agreeing to something. She is agreeing to the ceremony… Lish thought… She is buying my freedom. She is going to go into it willingly…

It was her final failure.

Uzhegh signaled to his guards and they lifted Lish by the armpits and dragged her in front of him. Her knife was left behind, embedded in the cobblestones - the crowd closed around them. Uzhegh was leaning back against cage where Kerry knelt in chains. She heard his voice through a cloud as he undid his pants.

"Your friend has bought your freedom…," He said. "I will allow you to earn my seed…"

With one hand he pushed his armor out of the way. He took a handful of her hair and guided Lish's face between his legs. His intention was clear. Only one thing drew into focus - a rigid penis stood erect just in front of her nose.

She was too humiliated to move. She knelt naked in front of him - staring at his dick. Guards began to laugh - pushing her roughly towards him.

"Lish, please…" Kerry pleaded, "just do it…" Her friend was pleading for her… Her voice seemed to cut through the cloud in her brain. Pain and shame seemed to drain from her body as she made her decision. It will be over soon… she thought. Her hands trembled as she grasped his member lightly at the base. Slowly she opened her mouth. Even as she sobbed he pushed it inside.

The first thrust plunged to the back of her throat and made her gag reflexively. He laughed, pulling it out slowly, dragging his glands across her tongue as she fought against the reflex. He held her head with both hands now, tipping her face up towards him. Then he thrust forward again abruptly, fucking her face right in front of Kerry. His second thrust went so deep that she had to flatten her hands against his hips to try to keep him from going any further. She choked, but he seemed to enjoy the way she resisted.

He began slowly - rhythmically fucking her face back and forth across his tool. Lish was defeated. Her limp body followed her head as he twisted it back and forth at will, plunging himself deeper and deeper into her throat. She could hardly keep from choking on each thrust. Her teeth rasped sometimes against his penis as it slid into her, but he didn't seem to mind. This was a truly evil man.

As his thrusts got faster a new terror began to grip her, something deep and primal. As a drow elf she had developed a natural resistance to poisons. As he defiled her mouth she began to feel that resistance kick in - it was a dull throbbing in her veins as they tried to detoxify any agent inside them. She already knew that Uzhegh was not human - he was an evil thing that somehow masqueraded as a human, but as he thrust into her that evil seemed to concentrate. She felt that his cock was a conduit to that tremendous evil - it was like she had the door to all the hells of the world thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Thrust after thrust her feeling of dread grew, turning her stomach. Blindly she saw his hips approach her as he buried his length in her mouth. She felt it poke against her throat - then she felt him slid slowly away. Precum leaked against her tongue - one drop sent her reeling in nausea. His seed was the most concentrated toxin that she had ever imagined, and nobody knew it but her. For all the world he was the town hero and she was a slut giving him a blowjob. At first she had been trying to make him cum, just to get it over with quickly, but now she did everything she could to delay that moment.

She didn't even care anymore about Llothe and all her customs. She would bite his dick off. But even as she thought it she realized that she could not close her mouth. She felt her jaw somehow locked open in a perfectly inviting "O". Her mouth simply refused to move.

Yes… Now you are beginning to understand Drow… It was his voice in her head again, seething with lust. You are mine to use… you and your friend.

No matter how hard she tried she could not close her mouth. It remained open and slack as he sloshed in and out of it. He grew closer and she grew more frantic. She began pushing against his hips with her splayed hands, beating and clutching his skin. If nothing else she hoped that maybe she could push him off when he came - she hoped she could twist her head at the critical moment. Her entire body started throbbing as his thrust got faster. His dick bounced against her throat and she began to gag harder. Then his thrusting reached a crescendo - the crowds egged him on like he was a hero about to slay the beast. The feeling of evil began to build until she could almost sense it pulsing from just behind his abdomen as her face rushed towards it. He fucked himself forward violently on the last few thrusts. He was holding on to her face with both hands. There was no way she would be able to twist out of the way. Her mind screamed "NO!" but the only sound to come from her throat was a gurgled cry. On the final thrust her hands beat against his stomach and hips in a wild frenzy, but he buried himself all the way in her throat and groaned.

Jets of sperm exploded into her throat - she gagged and choked, but swallowed because she had no choice. Waves of nausea swept through her like nothing she had ever known. She was being drugged and poisoned. Her nerves sizzled as her body worked to clean her system. He held himself in her throat as he pumped his sperm into her with powerful spurts. She felt the loathsome stuff burn her throat and collect in a burning pool in her stomach. It was as if she had swallowed a stiff shot of vodka. It began to radiate inside her, pulsing through her blood. Still he came - sending long spurts directly down her throat now. Her mind began to cloud over and spin. So much was going into her. It grew hard to breathe.

Finally he pulled out and let her drop. She crumpled at his feet. Her eyes were wide as she clutched her throat. Gone were thoughts of revenge - or even shame - her entire consciousness was focused inwards as her world flipped upside down. She could sense the vile stuff in her stomach, dissolving, diffusing through her system.

They left her there naked; lying by the wheel of the slaver's caravan as it started to move away. Kerry stared at her through the bars of the wagon as it lurched on the cobblestones. Guards laughed as they stepped over her - they still wanted their turn, but Uzhegh had promised them even greater entertainment during the upcoming ceremony. Everyone was talking about it - Uzhegh had an ancient instrument that the elves feared, but the rumor was that it worked on sexual energy. One look at the beautiful elf in the cage was enough to know that it would be a spectacle not to be missed.

When the guards left the crowds gathered around Lish. In her delirium she felt someone scoop her up and carry her towards an inn. She tried to focus her eyes on her saviors, but through hazy eyes she realized it was just some of the men that had been jeering in the crowd. They were going to get their turn, each and every one.

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Kerry knelt in the cart as it lurched down the street. Her arms were tied behind her back so that each wrist was secured to the opposite elbow. She had been like that all morning and her arms ached. They had taken off her gag during Lish' ordeal but they had not bothered to put it back again, so at least there was that. She didn't scream or cry though; she knew it would be pointless anyway. Nothing was going to stop the ceremony - not even her friend Lish -especially not Lish.

She watched the city pass as her cart slowly made its way towards the central square. Buildings rose haphazardly and unevenly all along the road. The capitol was extremely overcrowded and new houses had been built everywhere. Most were made of wood. They had been painted brightly, all in different colors, probably to hide the poor craftsmanship. Boys leaned out from the windows and watched her as she rolled by. None of them even bothered to look away when their eyes met - she was a caged elf after all.

She began to think of her home city. It was so much nicer there. Elven cities were not crowded - they were hardly cities at all. Maybe elves made up for their smaller population by having longer, more fruitful lives. Only humans seemed to multiply so rapidly. Humans and orcs, she though bitterly. She longed to be home - she could recall every detail vividly - the finely wrought woodwork, the flowers and birds, the fountains spilling pure water, the small enchantments that gave everything a warm soothing glow, her brothers and sisters laughing and singing…

It all seemed so far away now. Time seemed to be moving beyond her control. Everything had become so warped. She was confused. First there was the attack that got her into this mess. She couldn't remember the details - it was like someone had cut out a section of her life and splayed the ends together again. She remembered meeting the human soldiers. She remembered camping with them. Then there was a sudden, startling blank in her memory. The next thing she remembered was being hauled off in chains by a different group of men. A great fight had been raging at that time between orcs and men, but nobody would let her fight. Instead they were treating her like the enemy. Some were even spitting at her and cursing her. They led her through the caves and out into the open. Only then did she realize that her hands were covered in blood.

After that there was the trials, the accusations, the talk of the ceremony. She had been swallowed up in the machinery of justice and it seemed that her life was no longer hers. Evidence of her betrayal kept coming up - honest-looking men swore that they had seen her kill their friends, widows grieved the loss of their husbands and cursed her, children cried when they were told that they were suddenly fatherless. The longer it went on the more she believed that she was guilty.

Sometimes images would flash into her mind - a raging battle at night, swords clanging over her head, something screaming… The images terrified her - something had happened to her that was too painful to remember.

A sudden lurch brought her attention back to the present. One of the guards was talking about Lish - it was the guard that had made her cum. He was already boasting - telling his friends about how it had felt to take her anally and what it was like when she had cum. "Sucked the sperm right out of my balls!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I tell you, these elves are sluts!"

The group of soldiers looked over at Kerry strangely. She got the impression that they expected her to suddenly bare her breasts and beg them to fuck her on the spot. She looked away, too disgusted to challenge them. Still she couldn't help but listen to them though; they had begun to talk about her.

"I heard Uzhegh is going to use some kind of a sex machine on her"

"Yeah. It suppose to break her like a tame puppy."

"I heard they are even supposed to give milk!"

"Get out! No way!"

Everything was about the ceremony. She couldn't get away from it. There were rumors everywhere, even in prison. Guards talked about it as they peaked into her cell, the townspeople talked about it as they watched her pass, even Lish spoke about it in her blind rush to save her. The problem was that she had no idea what it was all about. Everyone seemed to know something that she didn’t. Whatever it was though, it would happen to her soon enough and she knew that she would never be the same. It felt like she was falling from a cliff, time was flying faster and faster as she sped towards the bottom, only she hadn't quite hit yet. Every moment that remained seemed precious.

The only one to know for sure what was going to happen to her was Uzhegh and he wasn't saying. He was sitting at the head of the wagon, his back straight, his lips set in a line, totally ignoring her. He looked aristocratic and viscous. She loathed him. It seemed that she could hate nothing more than she hated him. She thought of how he had used Lish and hate seemed to boil in her stomach. It wasn't just that he had used her, it was the way he had done it - the way he had maliciously thrust himself into Lish's mouth, making her choke until he came and then just dumping her on street. Her eyes smoldered as she remembered it. Then, as if he knew she had been looking at him, he turned to face her. He regarded her for a moment, letting his eyes sweep over her body, and then he turned away. He explained nothing to her - he just smiled, a confident and smug smile. It was a smile that said he was in total control of the situation.

The crowd continued to build as they neared their destination. There were hundreds of them. People everywhere left what they were doing and began to follow the mob. The buildings grew larger and grander. There were estates with fenced in courtyards, government buildings where her trial had taken place, upscale shops selling magical reagents. Finally there was a great open square with a huge stone podium set in the center. The podium was normally used for giving speeches or for executions, but now it was to be used for something else entirely.

There was a large gray tapestry drooped over something tall and pointy. It rose like a lumpy spire in the center of the podium, maybe 12' tall. Two robed men busied themselves around it with preparations. There was smoke rising from a small silver cauldron off to one side. There was an ornate table with various colored bottles. Another table held small metal cages and wicker baskets. Kerry guessed that they were all components for the ceremony, her ceremony…

The wagon came to a halt just in front of the podium. A soldier unlocked the door and beckoned for her to get out. Kerry didn't move; she wasn't ready to face whatever was in store for her. Several guards came in and grabbed her anyway. They pulled her towards the podium. The wagon began to roll away as soon as she was pulled out; the crowds surged to fill its space. With a rough shove they pushed her up the first two steps of the podium, but did not follow her up. Apparently they were forbidden to climb the podium themselves. For a moment Kerry was left stranded between the guards at the base of the podium and Uzhegh at the top. It was like the moment of relief that must come between leaving the frying pan and jumping into the fire. Hesitantly she began to climb the stone steps and look around.

The square was a sea of people as far as she could see. A great rumbling roar swept through them as they booed her all at once. She could never have imagined she would be the focus of such a huge gathering. And everyone had come to see her punished…

Kerry was wearing a course white gown made of wool that loosely hung from her shoulders. It was sleeveless and formless, like a giant pillowcase with armholes cut out. It was so long that it gathered at her feet as she walked, forcing her to shuffle awkwardly. Early that morning her hair had been tied back into a severe knot that made the roots of her scalp hurt.

Uzhegh stood before her silently, staring at her as if she was a bug he would like to squash. She knew he was only acting - he chose his expressions to fit the occasion. For this occasion he wanted to seem commanding and untouchable - and the crowd bought it. He lifted his arms and they grew silent. It was weird for so many people to be so quite. A wave of goosebumps rushed over her skin - it was about to begin.

Uzhegh's voice boomed across the square.

"This is an elf that stands before you… But do not be fooled by her fair appearance - she is a vicious animal! If she had the chance she would see you dead. She would rip your heart out and eat it. She would slit your throat and drink your blood."

"Maybe you think I am joking. Maybe some of you feel pity for her. Poor girl, all alone in front of the crowd… It is natural to pity her. It is natural to feel love for her. How else do your think this woman was capable of earning our trust? She did it with kindness. She did it in the guise of friendship. Look at her and imagine it. A battalion of men away from home, away from their women - and only this pretty young elf to keep them company… Can you picture how they must have smiled at her, flirted with her, let their guards down - trusted her. She won their hearts with her soft skin and her innocent smile and then she murdered them! She crept among them while they slept and cut their throats!"

Suddenly Uzhegh pulled out a long sharp knife and advanced on Kerry. Kerry stumbled backward, but her arms were still tied behind her and she could not escape. He grabbed her by her hair and brought his knife abruptly to her neck. The crowd was shocked at this unexpected turn, but they grew silent again when he spoke.

"Do you deny that you betrayed and killed innocent men?!" He shouted at her, red in the face.

Kerry was unable to speak - she just didn't know.

"Answer me!" He shouted. "Do you deny it?!"

Kerry was suddenly overcome with emotion. Her heart began to pound in her chest. She could hear the people beginning to shout. How could she deny it if she just didn't know? But there was no time to think. Finally she shook her head and mumbled "No." Tears blinded her eyes. She couldn't deny it but she couldn't affirm it either. She tried to explain. "But I…"

"Silence!" He shouted, cutting her off. In Uzhegh's hands her words were twisted until they became a vindication of everything he had said. The crowd roared. They wanted her blood. He turned her around to face the machine hidden under the tapestry and pushed her to her knees. His knife was still at her throat. "Will you submit to the ceremony?"

The spire rose more than twice her height. She looked up at it and felt a cold rock form in the pit of her stomach. What choice did she have? Nothing mattered anymore. Finally she nodded - she would accept their ceremony as she had promised.

Uzhegh began to laugh. He signaled to one of the guards and a horse began to trot away, pulling off the covering to the machine. As the cloth came off Kerry could see a spidery, gnarled structure revealed underneath.

The tapestry finally slid all the way off and the crowd hushed in awed silence. Before them stood a singularly weird sculpture. It was like the desiccated skeleton of a giant moth or ancient bat with its wings folded in. It was made of warped wood and bone - it looked more ancient than anything in the city, older even than the ruined temples on the outskirts of the capitol. There was nothing glamorous about it, no gold trimming or jewels encrusted on its border, but perhaps that made it seem all the more powerful. It radiated a kind of supernatural force that made many of the crowd avert their eyes. Instinctively some said a quick prayer. A few even began to question Uzhegh's motives in bringing something so clearly evil into their city, but there was no time left for dissent.

Kerry stared up at it and tried to fight down her growing alarm. Death she could face - of course she did not want to die, but at least she understood death. This was something different however. She looked up at the complicated network of stick-like bones and could not fathom their use. Uzhegh, however, was clearly pleased with it. He looked down at her and smiled. His smile could almost be described as warm if he didn’t have such a reptilian gleam in his eyes.

"You are right to be afraid," He said, drawing in a full breath as if he were savoring the aroma of the machine. Kerry couldn't smell anything but the stink of unwashed bodies and the slightly musky odor of the ancient bones. He moved his knife around behind her and slipped it under the collar of her gown. With a strong tug he began to cut it in two.

Kerry closed her eyes as she heard her gown ripping. She was being exposed in front of the whole square. Her body rocked slightly as the knife tugged on the fabric. He reached her arms tied behind her and began to cut at the ropes that bound them. That was the only good thing that happened to her all day. Her wrists came loose from where they were tied to her elbows and she straitened her arms. It was such a relief to feel blood rushing back.

He cut a few more inches down her gown - right to the base of her ass, and then stepped back.

"Get up." He ordered.

She looked around her - thousands of people were watching. But it was no use stalling. She took a deep breath and slowly she stood up. Her gown slipped from her shoulders and crumpled at her feet as she rose.

An awed murmur swept the crowd. The shapeless gown had hid her body, but now everything was bare to see. She was stunningly beautiful. Her muscles were long and taut and firm from years of training. Her stomach was flat. Her breasts were small, but gorgeous, sloping outwards from her body. Her nipples were rigid, pointing upwards at an angle. A flush covered her pale skin, but if she was embarrassed she did not show it. She stood with her legs slightly apart; her eyes set with determination, staring straight ahead at the great instrument before her. Her hips curved out from her thin waist. Her ass was tight and high… She looked beautiful from every angle - even her chin was graceful. It was like she were a statue carved for the occasion. It made you want to walk around her and admire her. People from the far ends of the square began to surge forward to get a better view. Soon even the guards were crushed against the podium. It was like if the mass of people had formed one huge organism that had blanketed the square.

"There is a rod at the base of the Gkar-vok. Go and remove it." He said.

So that's why they need me to do this willingly… she thought. She considered refusing. What would happen? Would they kill her? Would they torture her? The entire city seemed to have gathered to see her abused by this machine - this Gkar-vok, but what if she refused? She looked at the sculpture and was repulsed. The elven elders had truly been afraid of it, but what were they so afraid of. What evil would she be releasing if she removed the rod as Uzhegh had commanded? Even as she thought these things she knew she was going to do it - partly out of pure curiosity. But also she had made a promise - and once she had agreed to a thing she had to see it through to the end. It was part of her personality. She thought of the things that they accused her of - they were so horrible that even if she had been tricked or somehow magically controlled it didn’t make it right. She stepped forward, leaving her gown crumpled on the floor of the podium.

She walked up to the base of the machine. The air around it seemed somehow different, colder and staler. Suddenly she noticed an unnatural quiet, as if she had stepped into a bubble of silence. She looked around, but the crowds were screaming and buzzing as they had been, but the sound was muted, as if she were underwater.

She looked down and saw what she was sent to remove. It was a golden pin - small and glistening against the old gray bones of the machine. It pinned together the two great wings - if you could call them wings. It had obviously been put there for a reason - all over the sculpture sear marks scarred the ancient bones as if it had been subjected to incredible magic, but nothing seemed to have harmed it. The pin seemed to have been the last resort. She could sense the machine straining to free itself from the pin like a spring wound up.

She reached down to touch it and her eyes caught another detail: a round gem embedded at the end of one of the bones sticking up in the middle of the machine. It was three inches in diameter and jet black. For no reason at all it terrified her more than anything else in the entire sculpture did. As she stared at it, face inches away, a sudden image flashed through her mind - a gorgeous woman screaming. The image blinked out of her mind almost as soon as it had appeared, but it shook her deeply. The woman was glorious - someone from another time. It was an elf. She had been screaming in ecstasy. But the scream also filled her with sadness. It was like if she had heard an echo - lonely and empty. The emotion just welled up inside her. It was so strong that for a moment she forgot where she was - she almost began to cry for the woman, whomever she was.

She had to force herself to move her eyes away from the gem. She focused them instead on the golden pin. It was so small that it almost looked harmless - but she knew that the most powerful magic was often disguised in the smallest and plainest things. Slowly she reached out to grasp it. Even as she was doing it she knew it was the stupidest thing she had ever done, but she reached out and touched it anyway. The second her fingers contacted the pin it lost its golden hue. The color simply drained out of it until it was as dry and desiccated as the bones around her, then it cracked with a chilling crunch.

A sudden shock bolted through her system and she was knocked backwards. She tumbled onto her ass, falling out of the bubble of silence, and suddenly her ears were filled with the shouting of the crowds. Before her the great machine lurched to life. The bat like wings unfolded, spreading their skeletal bones upwards and outwards. More bones began to unfurl from the center like insect legs squirming to life. There was a high-pitched whining, a screech as the desiccated bones rubbed together. Even the sky seemed to darken for a moment. Behind her Uzhegh laughed - a deep joyous laugh, like someone who had just gotten his long awaited revenge. Kerry's heart sank; there really was no going back now.

She half expected the giant thing to spring on her and devour her like some living beast, but nothing happened. The machine simply opened up and waited. It was not alive in the normal sense, that much was clear. It was a machine - an instrument of some kind - but it did not seem like any kind of technology that anyone had ever seen. It was neither living nor dead, just incredibly powerful. She looked at it now, unfurled and ready, and her determination broke. It was far more evil than she had imagined. Suddenly she did not want to go through with it at all. She would rather have died - guilt or no guilt. She wheeled around to face Uzhegh, but he had put his knife away. He would not kill her as she hoped. Her heart began to pound in her chest like a frightened animal. Somehow she had to get away. The certainty of that conviction almost brought her to tears. He took one step towards her and she lunged into the crowd. She had to escape!

It was almost laughable. She dived into the crowd and began to elbow her way through the mass of people. One naked elf versus a horde of humans. The guards laughed as they caught her, dragging her back to the podium. Finally Uzhegh grabbed her by the hair and dragged her roughly towards the machine. She stumbled and fell towards it, but before she hit the ground its bony arms swept down and clutched her. In an instant she felt the mechanical appendages on her body.

They were efficient as spider legs. In a moment they spun her around to face Uzhegh, her back to the machine. Then, suddenly, the lifeless appendages clamped her tightly against the central spire. Long bony rods slipped around the nooks of her elbows from behind and tightened back, stapling her arms out and behind her. Similarly, rods slipped between her legs, down low at her knees, and pinned them out and back, spreading her legs and pushing them back. The central spire was thin, so her knees bent back behind her and her back arched. This position pressed her ass and pussy tightly against the central spire. It rose up between her ass cheeks, towering over her head like some twisted flagpole.

Locked in this position she was free to kick her legs or twist her shoulders or flop her arms, but she were pinned tight at her joints. Something pressed down between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest out and tipping her forward. It worked against the staples on her knees and elbows, straining her arms as they were pulled behind her. In the end she looked like she were making a dramatic leap from a cliff, only she was frozen in air and the sea below her was a crowd of faces.

The machine creaked as it pushed harder on her shoulder blades, opening her further and testing the limits of her body. Her pussy tightened against the rod behind her, so much so that the edge began to dig between her lips, the curve disappearing slightly into the softness there. Kerry cried in pain, her legs flopping and her toes curling, but finally the pressure let up slightly - it had found her range and set into place.

She opened her eyes when the pain stopped and found that she was suspended in front of Uzhegh - her breasts jutting forward at him like some kind of an offering. He stepped up to her, smiling smugly, and now she knew she had nothing to lose. She spit at his face.

With one hand Uzhegh wiped the spittle from his eyebrow. Then he reached forward to caress her breast. She felt her saliva on his fingers as he brushed across a nipple. It hardened involuntarily - it wasn't something she could control. She felt the central rod of the machine pressed between her lower lips. Her ass was squeezed around it like it was some over tight G-string. It felt cool and unnatural against her body. But something was happening down there - something was rubbing - it sent an uncomfortable tingle through her body.

She expected him to gloat or say something nasty, but he simply stared at her, one hand resting lightly in her breast as if waiting for something. Soon she felt it - a slow grinding between her legs. At first it felt like the pole was turning on its axis, but then she realized it wasn't the pole that was turning - it was her. She was slowly being pulled around the pole. Her body shifted slowly and steadily to her right. His hand never moved, but her breast did. It shifted along with the rest of her body until her nipple slipped out of his fingers with a slight jiggle.

She was being turned up and around like a corkscrew. Her pussy was being ground hard against the core of the machine. It felt warm, like pins and needles were tingling through her loins. Soon she had spun around 180 degrees. Her back was to Uzhegh and she could almost see him looking at her from behind, laughing at the way the pole was squeezed between her ass cheeks like a giant wedge. She felt humiliated to be in such an awkward position, bent backwards, breasts jutting forwards, the soles of her feet pointing up towards the sky. She was completely on display - like one of those mermaids carved on the fronts of ships.

She made one complete loop around - three hundred and sixty degrees - at the end of which she was about a foot higher than she had been. The tingling between her legs had changed. It no longer felt as rough as before. In fact it had begun to feel slippery. She had gotten wet down there. She convinced herself this was natural, under the circumstances.

She looked down now at Uzhegh. He was standing before her, smiling with his usual smirk that said, "you are a piece of property to me." He seemed to be intently interested in her face, like he was studying it for clues on how she was feeling. She kept turning…

Hundreds of people looked on, but nobody saw her - the true her - they only saw what Uzhegh had painted for them - an elf/murderer. And they all wanted the same thing - for the machine to do its work. She had never felt more naked or more alone.

The tingling in her loins grew. It began to feel more like a wet slippery heat that radiated from between her legs. As she turned, twice, three times around, the wet heat grew. She began to leave a trail of wetness like a slug. She could feel it against her thighs; she could even hear it as she turned - a squishing sound like a wet sponge being wrung out.

Uzhegh was going about the ritual. His robed partners were chanting in a low nasal hum, but their words were lost in the general chaos of the crowd. Everyone wanted a look at her as she turned. Uzhegh was preaching to the crowd as he gathered strange spell components together. He dumped various powders into a golden bowl - his voice growing increasingly agitated as he worked. As Kerry turned to face him she looked at the ingredients in the bowl. There was a swirl of colors - white powders mixed with brilliant violet crystals mixed with deep red dust. Uzhegh reached inside a metal cage and pulled out a huge black spider. He threw it into the bowl. It looked completely out of place against the swirl of strange powders. From another cage her removed a brilliant white spider and threw it into the bowl with it. They crawled on top of each other, extending their long legs the way spiders do. Then he took up a wooden pestle and slammed it on top of them, crushing the two spiders together violently and mixing their blood until the powders caked together in wet lumps.

Immediately Kerry began to feel sick. She knew he was defiling her body in some way, but she didn't know how. The machine seemed to lurch to life all the more, and soon the bony appendages spread out in all directions, pointing like feelers into the crowd. Her body began to feel stuffed up - her ears clogged, her nose stuffed, her chest full of something. It was as if the machine was channeling something inside her At the same time she felt light as air - like her skin was a flimsy onion shell clinging to a vast emptiness inside her. It was then that she noticed the rushing in her ears, like the roar of a river, or the howling of the wind. She couldn't hear a thing besides that rushing.

She looked at the crowds - every face was riveted on her. She could feel their lust growing, gathering up and being fed to her. Slowly she realized what the machine was all about - it was some kind of an antenna. It was feeding from them and channeling their lust into her. She felt as if she were at the center of a giant vortex. The faster she spun the deeper the center got, until all their lust was pouring down the funnel, straight into her body.

Every time she passed a man she would feel something strange. She would face him directly for half an instant, her naked body spread before him, and he would begin to burn with lust. It was like a bulb went off in his brain. She felt that ignition as if it were in her own body, like a little pop inside her chest. There were countless people in the crowd, each with their own pop. The lust began to fill in her chest like an alien presence - a lump of knotted wires with their ends frayed. It felt like those wires were wrapping around her heart, crushing down on it so that each fiber squeezed into the soft muscle and made it harder and harder to pump. Soon she could hardly breathe. She closed her eyes, trying to regain balance.

Then she heard a grinding sound from below her. She opened her eyes and saw something long and hard raising up towards her. It was the black gem she had seen. It was mounted at the end of a thick phallus of bone. It was sliding up towards her body. Its purpose was exceedingly clear. She thought of the elven woman that she had seen when she looked at the gem. She remembered her echoing moans - the thought filled her with dread.

Uzhegh began talking then. She couldn't stand to hear his voice. She tried to ignore him, but couldn't.

"Observe her friends! Look at her! I can almost hear your thinking, 'What I would give to have her!' What indeed?! But it is not what you are willing to give; it is what you are willing to take! This elf is beautiful, but in the end she is just an elf… There of plenty like her - a whole city of them to the northeast - every one as beautiful as she. Ask yourself - Why do we waste our time fighting ourselves, fighting orcs, fighting all the endless creatures that pour from caves and threaten our peace, while they play in the sunshine and sing their songs?

Who is the true enemy? Who basks in glory while we slave and spill our blood to defend our families? They distract us from our true glory while they rob us blind. The truth is that they are afraid of us. They are afraid of us with good reason! We are the more powerful by far! We have grown strong in our labors. We have grown very, very strong. They know this. That is why they betray and kill our soldiers. They are afraid. They are afraid of us. They are afraid of their true masters. Many of you don't believe me, but I will show you. I will show you how an elf can be broken. I will show you how to cleanse the corruption from their bodies. I will show you how they can be made to serve us willingly! It is all before you. It is the ceremony of Anor Dan Masin!"

As he said the words Kerry stopped turning. She was at the top of her ascent, suspended high over the crowds. She pole seemed to split into a long "V": the two stems spreading her further apart, leaving her pussy wide open. The long phallus rose up high behind her. The swirling vortex of lust seemed to have become a tornado in her mind. It reached a crescendo as the machine arranged itself, and then suddenly it plunged forward into the center of her pussy - into the center of that tornado. The smooth gem crushed against her, spreading her lips around it and dispelling the vortex in all directions.

She tried to stay completely quiet, but she couldn't. As it pushed in deeper the gem spread her lips farther and farther apart, until they were straining to accept it. Then all at once it slipped through. The smooth head became completely enveloped in her soft folds. At that moment her mouth fell open and she moaned. She felt like she had been pried open at both ends. She just couldn't hold it back. Her body was jerked back against the core and then the phallus was thrust deeply into her belly. She moaned as it opened her. Then it pulled back abruptly to the exact same spot it had been, the large gem completely out of her pussy. She was being fucked by a machine. Its movements were mechanical, precise, and irresistible. It plunged forward again with the same force and she felt her lips strain to accept it.

Her moan evaporated into the cacophony the crowds, but as the phallus continued to thrust forward the crowds grew more and more silent until no one made so much as a whisper. Then the only sound in the vast space was Kerry's weak cries, drawn out by piston driving between her legs. The soft feminine sound carried in the summer air so that those farthest from the center could still hear a whispery squishing as the phallus plunged into Kerry's wet depths, and then an even weaker moan as her body responded.

It started as a simple click - the staples on her arms and legs drew her back one notch, bending her even more. Her body was almost bent double. It felt like her knees and elbows were going to touch behind her. Her breasts strained outwards. Then, from that weird angle, the phallus drove forward again. She had no idea how thick it was, but her body spread to make room - and then it pushed against something incredibly sensitive deep inside her. It was a spot that even Kerry had never known about. The jolt of sensation from that brief contact made her flop involuntarily. The piston drew back and then pressed forward again. The same jolt of pleasure shot across her body like a bolt of lightening had just gone of in her body. Her soft and feminine moan suddenly changed pitch. But the machine pistoned forward again with the same ruthless regularity.

"Oh God!!!" She cried. Her eyes were closed, her consciousness focused deep within her - she didn't even know she had mouthed the words.

"Oh GOD! UUUUUhhhhhh!!!!"

The piston drew back and she felt her mind settling - it was only then that she realized that everything had been spinning.

It thrust forward again; building incredible pressure inside her until it hit that spot. Then the jolt came, tumbling through her like that aftershock of a huge blast. She moaned again, crying out louder than before.

"UUUUUUUUhhhhhh!!!!"

Her mind was wheeling, the vortex had resumed its spinning.

As it pulled out again she felt a light tap on her abdomen. She opened her eyes, straining to look over her breasts. A long bony rod had flipped around like a long finger and curled to a spot just below her pubic hair, centering on her clitoris. She closed her eyes, unable to bear her next torment. Then, as the piston thrust forward, she felt it - a low zapping spark against her clit like the piercing hum of electricity. Her body began to shake. Not a voluntary, natural kind of shake, but a deep epileptic shake that vibrated in her very bones.

It was the electricity on her clit. It made her entire body convulse as the phallus pushed its way deep inside her. Her toes curled back and her hands clenched as she was rocked with the deepest spasm of her life. She thought she couldn't take anymore - that she was at the limit of her tolerance - until the gem pressed hard against that spot inside her. Then she moaned louder and harder than she ever had - a gurgled tortured kind of moan that bubbled in the back of her throat. She was going crazy. Nothing she had ever dreamed about could have prepared her for what she was experiencing. She realized that it was pure intense pleasure. A pleasure that threatened to completely overwhelm her.

The pistoning grew faster and deeper - if that was even possible. The long crackling sparks of electricity concentrated on her clit lit her abdomen with an orange glow. Every thrust was the same - Kerry's beautiful body convulsed as the piston made its intrusion inside. Her gurgling moan filled the square until the phallus hit that spot, then her body would light on fire, and the convulsions would grow violent as she thrashed in ecstasy.

The crowds around her began to loose themselves in the spectacle. Her carnal moans were lighting every else on fire - men and women both. The angle was just right - everyone could see it. Every thrust inside her was incredible. The sparks of orange energy that flew from her clitoris were clearly doing something amazing. The more they stared at her, the more their lust grew, until it was radiating off of them like heat waves. All that lust was gathered by the strange ancient machine and channeled directly into Kerry's soul. She felt the whirling vortex grow more and more intense.

She found that she could not even open her eyes. They were clenched together as tightly as her fists. She was beet red, she knew that. Heat radiated off her body like she was a glowing coal. Still the phallus pistoned into her bent body, pushing open her swollen lips and plunging into her depths.

Somewhere in the audience a man could not wait any longer. He was crushed against a woman whom he didn’t even know. It was too much for him, but he couldn't help it; everyone was pressed together in a giant crush of bodies as they moved closer to the machine. As he watched the elven woman being fucked high above him he squeezed his hands down between his body and the woman in front of him. He began to lift her skirt. The woman felt his presence. She felt his hands on her skirt, lifting it, but she was too worked up to resist. She felt him pull it over her hips. She felt him roll her panties halfway down her thighs. She looked over at her husband, but his eyes were fixed on the elven girl. She didn't say a word as she felt the smooth head of the stranger's penis press into her. She bit her lip as she felt the sharp melting sensation of it plunging into her depths. In the undulating masses she pushed her ass back at the stranger behind her, too far gone in pleasure to notice how one of the machine's bony feelers was pointed directly at her, sucking off her lust like a great siphon.

Similar scenes happened everywhere - men and women unable to bear the sexual tension clung to each other like animals. The bony feelers swung from here to there pointing like some kind of an octopus. The mass of humanity began to undulate and in the center Kerry moaned and thrashed as it was all pumped into her. And there too stood Uzhegh, at the center of the storm, preaching in a maddened voice, poisoning the minds of all those gathered until even the gentlest of souls was filled with the intense desire to own an elf.

In that giant conflagration inside Kerry's body, there was something eternal that clung to sanity. It was like some great and central thing that had never before been revealed to her. Through all of her screams and moans it guarded entrance to her most vital essence. A great storm raged outside her soul, but in some vital space inside there was absolute peace - the heart of her being. But now the borders of Kerry' s mind seemed to be collapsing. It was like if she were being tugged free of her body.

Throughout this whole time she had not cum. The stimulation had been overwhelming, but the fear and the hatred had kept her in control. But now, as the rhythmic thrusting continued she felt a deep shudder in her womb - a ripple that coursed along her insides like a wave. The wave was not in her body, but in her soul. It felt like her foundations had shifted. She screamed as she tried to regain balance - it had been the most frightening thing in her life - as if that eternal sentry to her soul had begun to topple.

The phallus thrust forward again - deep into her belly until it contacted that special spot. She lurched as her womb tightened. She screamed without any restraint. It thrust again and her entire body racked with the intensity of her contraction. She felt the black gem deep inside her. It was smooth and hard and as cool as the moment it had entered her. Then there was an eerie hum as she felt it switch on. She felt a tug deep inside her. It was like the gem was a giant void that was sucking at her soul. The phallus pulled back and thrust forward again.

To all the onlookers a new glow seemed to radiate from the depths of Kerry's womb. It grew deeper with every thrust, shining with a brilliant intensity like a great fire that had been concentrated into a point. The electric orange of the sparks on the girl's clit was nothing compared to the richness that radiated from inside her womb.

It seemed like she was going crazy. Her convulsions grew so wild that they were shaking the machine on its podium. Then the phallus pulled out so far that the black gem at the end partially came out of her pussy. It was half covered by her straining pussy lips, but even so everyone could see the bottomless swirl of energy that was contained in it. Then it thrust forward again - quick and deep - with utter finality. It disappeared inside.

Suddenly it stopped moving.

Kerry didn't. She thrashed like never before - a deep epileptic seizure. It plunged directly into her most vital spot and it stayed there. Her womb contracted so tight that it sent all the air from her body. She realized that she was supposed to be cumming, every millimeter of her body wanted to cum, but she couldn't. Her insides were wound up too tight. To cum she needed to relax - to flutter, but she couldn't flutter - she couldn't even move.

In those electrifying moments she felt herself coming undone. The holy sentry that guarded her gates was being torn loose like a flimsy doll. It was like her very being was being pulled from her - she remembered the harrowing cry of that ancient elven lady and she knew that she was at that moment. She knew she should try to hold on, but she couldn’t. The immense pressure of her contraction was squeezing it from its position at the center of her soul. She felt everything draining from that center - pouring out of her until there was nothing left but the mindless lust inside her. It was the most horrible thing in the world - she knew that she shouldn't let it happen, but she had no choice. She squeezed tighter and tighter, thrashing on the pole high above the crowds until her entire consciousness became one orange dot.

She felt like she was completely empty - a hollow space with no thought, no will of her own. Then the tip of the phallus seemed to push a little further. That moment was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to her. She surrendered. All the lust, all the torment, everything that had happened to her simply burst. It was the most glorious moment of her life. It was like a sunrise inside her womb. Every cell was bathed in its light.

Then the contractions came and she screamed. Her womb loosened for a moment and then pulsed. She screamed with every fiber in her body. She screamed in absolute relief - in absolute joy. Nothing could have ever felt better. Deep in her soul she was thankful. She was immensely and blindly thankful for every moment that had been given to her.

The contractions hit her head on. Such orgasmic screams had not been heard by humans for millennia. Many in the crowd came just from the sound. It needed no explanation - it was something almost genetic. That was the moment the capitol of Retsek truly turned on the elves. Every man and woman in the crowd needed to hear that sound again. It was a mad lust that seemed to boil in their very souls. The man in the crowd who had been fucking the stranger came deeply inside her. She clutched her husband's hand as she accepted it - he would never know a thing.

It was over then. Any doubt, any misgivings were gone. The light in Kerry's womb went out. Her moans stopped, but the phallus remained deeply embedded inside her. The bonds on her elbows loosened somewhat and her upper body flopped forward slightly. Her hair had come undone; the tight knot had loosened in her struggles and now wet strands were plastered to her face. Slowly the machine lowered her. She came down straight - the phallus still embedded in her pussy.

She was lowered directly in front of Uzhegh. Her head wobbled a little on her shoulders like if she were drunk. She tried to focus on him, but her mind was still swimming in the pleasure that he had given her. She still felt all that lust swirling inside her - somewhere deep in her core.

Her breasts ached. They felt more full than ever before. She wanted to touch them, see why they ached so, but her arms were still pinned behind her. Then Uzhegh caressed one of them. His hand slipped under it and lifted it slightly. Pleasure rang through her skull. He leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth. He began to suck lightly. It was glorious.

She heard someone in the audience gasped, "Her breasts give milk!" She looked down and saw that it was true. She felt it coursing through her nipple as Uzhegh sucked. The other nipple was wet too, a wet stream that flowed down her chest. She had never before felt this way. Dimly she understood what had happened. The pleasure she had experienced had tricked her body. It had opened everything - every gate, every sexual function. There was a click behind her and suddenly her arms came free. Slowly she extended them forward and wrapped them around his head, cradling it gently. She moved his head to the other breast and felt the milk flow. She never had felt so fertile. Her whole body hummed with pleasure. Above all she knew she had to please this man. She would simply give him anything.

The phallus inside her withdrew. Its absence was like a void in her body. The gem felt warm now. She knew that something vital to her was locked inside it, but it didn't matter anymore. The locks on her knees came loose too. Uzhegh caught her as she fell forward. He steadied her on her feet. She didn’t think she could stand, she felt like she was balancing on two sticks, but somehow her legs held her up. She tried to look around at the crowd of people, but her head spun if she moved too fast.

She felt something slide over her shoulders. Someone was clasping a broach around her neck. In a daze she looked at her new gown. It was a flowing, semi-transparent robe that did nothing to hide her nakedness. Uzhegh took her face in his hands. He was looking at her with the same sneer of ownership as he always had. This time he was right though - she did belong to him - body and soul. She wanted to prove it to him. She pressed her body against his compliantly and kissed him on the lips. Uzhegh broke the kiss and stepped back, smiling.

He pointed to her, speaking to the crowds. "It is as I told you! The taint of corruption has been cleaned from this elf. She serves her proper masters now..." The crowds laughed as Kerry fell into his arms.

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Lish came yet again. She had long since lost control of her body. The poison that Uzhegh had pumped into her had coursed through her veins and had robbed her of her will to resist. She was slumped over a chair somewhere, on her hands and knees. There was a man behind her. He was sodimizing her slowly, pushing his erection deep into her ass. His fingers cupped her pussy and were languidly playing with her clit. He had only just started, but there had been several men before him. Some had taken her in her pussy, but soon they had discovered that she responded better to anal sex. At first they had been in a big hurry - afraid that any moment the guards were going to come in and end their fun, but as time went by they had realized that everyone had gone to the ceremony in the square. They knew then that they had plenty of time, and they had the most beautiful woman they had ever seen, so they set out to enjoy her thoroughly.

Lish had been covered with bodies, in slow pumping and stroking and touching. At first she had tried to fight the cloud that had gathered in her mind, but then slowly she gave in. Her body became pliant - like soft moldable clay in their hands. She really didn’t know how many of them there were. Hands had lifted her from here to there, bent her in various positions. She had felt two penises enter her at once. She had had several in her mouth. She knew she had had sex with a very fat man, but it had all blended into one sensual sensation.

The orgasms had started coming after the first half an hour. She couldn't be sure what had done it. It was no particular thing. She had been on her hands and knees. Someone was fucking her slowly in her ass, flickering her clitoris languidly, and she had felt herself melt. It was not a screaming thrashing kind of orgasm, but a silky tickle that crawled along her spine. The first orgasm was hardly over when the next had crept in to take its place. She had begun to shake, deep and slow. The men took immediate notice. Her ass had clamped tightly around the invading member and she had moaned long and low. It had been the first sound she had made since they had brought her there. The man fucking her had increased his tempo, trying to stretch it out, but that had the opposite effect, ending it as quickly as it had started. It was then that the men had found her proper tempo.

They had worked her over, experimenting with position and tempo, until they got that low guttural moan again, until they knew she was cumming. Then they had held it as long as they could, continuing the same slow tempo and the same languid flicks at her clit. Hands rubbed all over her. It was a slow torture for her. Her head was spinning - it felt like her mind had long since oozed out of her ears. Every time an orgasm hit her she would thrust her hips back sharply at the man impaling her, but he would not allow her to change her tempo. They kept her simmer at the boiling point, consciousness locked deep inside her, aware of nothing but the waves of pleasure drowning her body.

They had lost count of how many times she had cum. At first it had been easy to tell the difference - she would moan, her skin would flush with blood, her ass would begin to contract, and she would buck backwards. But after a while the orgasms started to blend together. The contractions of her body became an almost constant fluttering. The slow motion was not ordinarily enough to bring a man over the edge, but when her body began those deep, sputtering contractions it almost certainly brought the man to his climax. He would hold on to her hips or ass as her insides fluttered around him and then he would cum. It was one of the most gently orgasms a man could ever have. Her submissive languor had settled on all the men in the room. They were all locked in a cycle - nobody was willing to give up such pleasure. They all knew that the same moment would never come again for any of them.

Almost everyone had had their turn. The man that was fucking her now was on his third go - nothing he had ever experienced compared to Lish's stunning body in such a submissive state of rapture. He almost felt a deep communion with her as he pummeled her depths, stroking her just right, and watching the amazing affect it was having on her. There was another man just to her right. He was gently guiding her head between his legs - relishing the feeling of her wet mouth on him. The two men's rhythms were almost perfectly matched. Again her body began to contract and as if on cue the man holding her head released her. Lish lifted her head and moaned, deep and guttural in the back of her throat. Her hips squashed against the man behind her, her soft cheeks flattening against his stomach. Amazed they watched a thin line of drool spill from her lips. She had cum again.

Soon after that, from somewhere far away, they heard a loud feminine moan. It was like nothing they had ever heard before. Deep and sexual - something that chilled them to the bone. The man who had been using Lish's mouth got up and went to the window. "It came from the square," he said.

"The girl in the cage probably." Somebody else said.

"So the others are having some fun too, I reckon…" the first man answered, and then he came back to Lish. He took her chin in his hands and tipped her face towards him. Her eyes were clouded over completely. Her body still rocked gently from the motions of the man behind her. She looked like she was in utter ecstasy. Clearly she hadn't even heard Kerry's climactic burst. She was totally oblivious to anything that was going on around her. He shrugged and guided her lips around his member again, thrusting forward. He felt her soft tongue work around his length, enveloping it as if it were the most natural thing to do. Slowly he brought himself off and came. Lost in her own world Lish swallowed the sperm that was pumped into her mouth.

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Lish slowly opened her eyes… Or were they already open? Something was moving - it felt like she was riding a horse. There was something against her back too - cold and hard. There was something between her legs - some kind of a wonderful pulsing. She was being rocked slowly. Her mind felt like warm candle wax. It was so hard to think clearly. But slowly the details began to filter in. She was pressed against the wall. She was in some kind of a jail cell. The iron door was open. There was a guard resting on a wooden bench inside the cell. Another guard was standing between her legs. He had his pants around his ankles and he was fucking her slowly. Her legs were wrapped around him. She could hear moaning - dry, cracked moaning. Her throat hurt. She realized the moaning was coming from her.

Slowly some of the details began to filter in.

She had been in a room with half a dozen men. They had used her. She couldn't remember how many times. She had slipped into a weird state - something between euphoria and sleep. It was filled with the same pulsing that gushed even now between her legs. Even as she thought of it she slowly started to slip back into that mindless euphoria. It was like one constant cum… It had been so good… The guard was pumping into her steadily. She felt his bristle against her neck. She was covered from head to toe in the musky odor of sex and men. She felt infused to the core. Somehow she had to find a way to clear her head.

The men in the room had used her endlessly. But then there had been a commotion. More men - men in uniform had come in and demanded her. They were town guards. They had brought her to the jail. Her head had just been beginning to clear when they had started on her. They had begun to fuck her just like the other men had. It had quickly muddled her senses, brought her back to that state of euphoria, but now the spell finally seemed to be wearing off. The other guard was resting on the bench. He looked tired, satiated. He had already used her.

The rhythmic pounding began to speed up. Lish felt the fluttering in her womb rising to match it. Her head started to swim again. It was so hard to keep control. She heard her moans as if from a distance. She sounded like she was going to cum. Could that be me? She thought.

Her hands rose up to the guard's head, her fingers splaying around his face. One finger curled into his ear. Her body rose and lowered rhythmically as he pressed her against the wall, his face buried between her breasts. She didn't know if she had the strength left to do what she needed to do. The fluttering in her womb grew more spastic until once again she felt the incredible gush of her own orgasm. It feels sooo good to cum… she thought. The guard's hips bucked as he began to tumble down the same path. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt that familiar melting in her brain. Her mind fell into blackness as she came. She rode the wave, redirected that energy to her arms, twisting sharply. She could hardly think about what she was doing. Her sweaty fingers slipped on his face, but she regained her grip and twisted mindlessly as he pumped her harder. She was cumming, losing the strength in her arms as she succumbed, but in the last second the bones of his neck popped and the man's body went suddenly rigid. He pumped forward one last time, his neck bent unnaturally to the side and let out a gurgled moan. She clutched his face in her chest to block the noise, holding him there as he had his final death spasms. Her chest heaved as she regained control.

His knees buckled forward, hitting the wall and sliding down; Lish's toes slowly touched back to the floor. His body was shaking. She held him tightly, lest the other guard discover what happened too soon. She felt wetness growing in her womb and suddenly she realized that the dead man was cumming inside her. She could feel it filling her even as she held his face against her breast. It was obvious that snapping his neck had removed all normal restraint - the sperm literally seemed to gush into her in without stop. It was a sick sensation - a dead man cumming inside her. She tried to control her revulsion, keeping perfectly still as he finished. Finally it was over. She released him and he toppled backwards, his penis pulling out of her with a pop. A flood a sperm followed.

Lish had no time to think however. The other guard stood up, suddenly aware that something was wrong. His friend had toppled over backwards with his face turned around the wrong way. He was in such shock that he didn't know to scream. Lish took the moment to stumble across the room. Her legs were not used to being together, and she felt incredibly weak, but she managed to fall in his arms. The guard caught her almost reflexively, still unsure of what had just happened. Lish found his knife strapped to his waist and drew it out. Almost with the last of her strength she slid it across his throat.

The guard was young, with a rather handsome face. His eyes widened as he felt the knife slice through his skin and arteries. He was dead - he knew that for sure - but his body simply hadn't realized that yet. He wanted to scream but Lish's hand was over his mouth and the air from his lungs seemed to push out of a space in his throat instead of his mouth. His energy faded and he started to slide to the floor. He stared in shock at his killer and she shushed him as she guided him gently down. His blood was smeared on her beautifully dark skin. Only moments before he had felt that same supple skin press against him in the throes of passion - his second girl ever. Now he felt his own skin growing colder. Soon his eyes didn't move at all. Lish rose up and slipped quietly out the door.

It was probably the most difficult thing she had ever done, yet she managed to escape the jailhouse without being caught. Her legs hurt. Her muscles were cramped. The space between her legs from pussy to asshole hurt. Everything was sore. Even her mind was sore. Worst of all was her pride. She had failed her friend and she had failed herself. She had never been in such a state as what she had just experienced. Hoursof cumming. It had been mindless. It had been a complete betrayal of her body. It had been exquisitely beautiful - the only thing to ruin it was the deep sense of shame that came after the fact. By definition no orgasm could be considered painful - and she had had countless numbers of them. Her pussy still throbbed as if it were just settling down from a tremendous cum.

Despite all that she had willed her legs to move. She had willed her mind to function. She had used her skills as a drow priestess to break out of the jailhouse. She did it with stealth, patience, and almost unnatural dexterity. She also did it with complete single mindedness, making her decisions on the spot without so much as a second thought. Looking back it was one of her proudest moments.

Once she was free she knew exactly what she had to do. She had to go and save Kerry from the evil bastard's clutches. And she had to see his blood dripping from the end of her dagger.

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The next chapter is about the rescue of Kerry. Oh if it were only that easy!!! Don't worry folks, there will be plenty more of this story. I am completely addicted to it. I hope that you are enjoying it too. Any feedback is welcome - particularly if you notice any glaring spelling errors or misused grammar. Nothing kills a story like bad spelling.