In the previous chapter our heroines Lish, Em, and Aya, fought their way to the elven city of Shenor. Hot on their heels an army of men, seduced by the schemes of the shape shifter Uzhegh, is scheming to overthrow the city and pillage it for its women and valuables. What follows is an account of the battle and (more importantly) the pillage that follows.
 
 

Enjoy!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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"Fuck!" Aya screamed, slamming her palm against the side of a building. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
 
 

She despised the fact that she was a virgin. She was nearly twenty-three and she had hardly even been touched, much less kissed. It was her curse as the only
daughter of the high priestess of Hiri to be pure until the day of her wedding. It was part of “the covenant”- a set of rules that governed her behavior. Those
rules were strictly enforced by her numerous guardians back at the temple (each and every one an old hag in her opinion). Prying eyes always watched her, judged
her, lest she do some ill, or worse, fall prey to a handsome patient in the recovery ward. Sometimes it felt like she was haunted by a prudish specter; long spectral
arms drying up and sucking the life out of any fun she was going to have.
 
 

"Fuck!" She screamed again, kicking a potted plant with her steel-toed boot. It cracked with a satisfying crunch and sent a shower soft black soil over her foot.
 
 

The bitter truth was that her needs were irrelevant; sex- or anything even remotely like sex - was simply out of the question.
 
 

"Out of the question!" She repeated to herself – a phrase she had heard too many times in her life.
 
 

She had learned to cope by throwing herself into her duties. Over the years she had become a formidable fighter and a skilled healer, but it was clear to everyone
that her true motives were bitterness. The shriveled old women in the temple would gossip about little else. They called her "ice queen" and cackling behind her back
even as they made sure she did nothing interesting.
 
 

Sometimes she felt that she deserved the name. She felt as if her womb had frozen in ice. That’s why seeing Lish and Em touching hit her like a slap in the face. She
had stormed out of the room choking back a cry of anguish. It took her almost ten minutes to suppress the impotent trembling of her body and regain control.
 
 

Finally, though, she kicked the dirt from her shoe and marched on.
 
 

Without a doubt Shenor was the most beautiful city she had ever seen. Windowsills were brimming with flowers and lush plants hung from every corner. Moss even
grew on the pretty roofs. The streets were narrow and curvy and were covered everywhere with fallen leaves. The houses were painted green and white with bright
yellow trims. Care was even taken to provide nooks for nesting birds whose bright chirping filled the streets with music. Shenor was an embodiment of beauty and
joy - even more so when the dark shadow of war loomed outside its gates.
 
 

But to Aya all the bird-nooks and painted housed were worthless. To her trained eyes Shenor was as vulnerable as a sitting duck - it lacked even the most
rudimentary of defenses. The town had long since outgrown its protective walls; houses and important buildings stood way out in the valley and were exposed to
assault in all directions.True, over the last few weeks the elves had done their best to fortify where they could, but the task seemed futile considering the force
that was arrayed against them. Cooking fires and armed encampments spread out in the planes beyond Shenor. It seemed that the entire human capitol had emptied
out to come to war.
 
 

The majority of the elven population had retreated into the walled confines of the "Old City", abandoning half their town without a fight. It was the best they could do
– Shenor was small city, built for beauty not war. Clearly the elves hoped they could buy enough time for reinforcements to arrive from the north, but in Aya's
opinion it was a fool's hope - at best reinforcements would take three weeks to arrive… and Aya didn't give them a week.
 
 

After a long, dizzying walk she returned back to the room. When she opened the door she found Lish and Em curled up together in one of three cots. Lish was
spooning Em affectionately and both were fast asleep. Aya frowned and chose the cot furthest from the couple. She crawled in and eventually managed to fall into a
fitful sleep. Soon the battle would begin – probably in the morning.
 
 

****
 
 

"They're attacking!!!!" Someone screamed from outside the building. “It comes!”
 
 

Lish was the first one up. She bolted up so quickly that she knocked Em clear off the cot. By the time Em had cleared her head Lish was pulling a leather top over
her naked breasts and barking orders. Aya was hardly a step behind, having seemingly slept in her full armor - boots and all…
 
 

Em scrambled to her feet and tried to get ready as fast as she could, but when she looked over the bulky, ill-fitting breastplate that someone had loaned her she
realized that she still did not know how to wear it properly. Instead she decided to trust her instincts as a spell user - she quickly slipped into her travel clothes and
tucked her long blonde hair under a leather helmet. With her spell book in hand she signaled that she was ready.
 
 

Aya threw the door open and began to rush outside – or would have if Lish had not pulled her back in the nick of time. A moment later a torrent of black arrows
rained down from the sky, their crude steel tips clattering over the street where Aya would have been. Several skidded off the cobblestones leaving a shower of
sparks in their wake.
 
 

Aya briskly nodded her thanks to Lish and hurried out, this time keeping her eye out for incoming arrows.
 
 

The weak gray light of early dawn barely lit the dim streets. A blast of damp air made Em shudder. She could hear screams coming from the city walls above them.
Again the air was filled with high-pitched whistling as a dark cloud of arrows began raining down over the city. Some of them were burning as they flew - igniting
small fires wherever they hit. A lump formed in her stomach as she got the distinct impression that she was trapped in a death pit.
 
 

The streets were filled with soldiers running to carry out orders and fortify positions. Lish pulled Em's arm and together the three girls joined a regiment heading for
the city walls. Then someone screamed "Incoming!"
 
 

Looking up the three girls saw another volley of arrows darkened the sky. The arrows curved high into the air before turning in a lethal arc towards the ground all
around them. The volley seemed to be aimed right at them. There was a mad scramble and Em was suddenly crushed in a press of bodies. In the confusion Em saw
an arrow slam into a handsome elf adjacent to her. She watched in shock as the barbed tip bit into his shoulder, sending a geyser of rich blood into the air and onto
her face. The elf screeched in agony, clutching the wound and stumbling to the ground. Em hardly had time to be frightened when there was a giant whoosh in the
sky. A tremendous fireball of burning earth tumbled over the walls, spinning and flipping over and over like an asteroid.
 
 

“Move!” Lish screamed and yanked Em out of her daze. Em hardly stumbled across the street when the catapult hit.
 
 

The heavy stone crashed into the side of the building near where Em had been standing.There was a deafening roar and then a backlash of splintered wood
and stone. A billowing cloud erupted into the air, pelleting them with rubble and dust. Em fought to clear her eyes, gripping Lish’s hand as the lithe elf lead them
towards safety. Looking back she could see the twisted body of the elf who had been shot – he was mangled into a bloody pulp, his eyes staring blankly into the sky
– the first death she had ever witnessed.
 
 

"We need to get to higher ground." Lish yelled, weaving between soldiers and equipment."Up that way… towards the towers."
 
 

She was pointing towards one of the two high towers in the center of the city. The three women raced towards it, winding through the streets and leaping over
obstacles, all the time keeping their heads low as more arrows whizzed and whipped through the air.
 
 
 
 

By the time they made it to the base of the tower Em was out of breath and terrified, her fair face flushed pink and covered with dirt and sweat. Her blond ponytail
had come undone and strands of hair were plastered to her slick forehead.
 
 

“Wait…” She gasped, clutching her side. “Wait a moment”
 
 

Something felt wrong – more than tiredness - a weird feeling was buzzing in her stomach. Something was swirling around her.
 
 

"Wait…." she stammered again. The hairs on the back of her neck were tingling.Something was happening… Then, just as Lish and Aya had stepped back to
help her something screeched across the sky and burst against the side of the tower. The entire wall shook with the impact – the heavy stones of the wall shifting and
grinding against each other. A searing ball of flame raced outwards scorching the earth as a fireball consumed itself. When the dust cleared, a glowing patch of
red-hot rock marked the point of impact.
 
 

"What in all of hell was that?" Aya said, staring at the glowing spot twenty feet or so beyond them. In the distance several more streaks of magical energy screamed
across the sky, colliding with walls and slamming into towers. The three girls could see burning bodies being flung off the ramparts, some falling hundreds of feet to
their deaths. One unfortunate elf exploded in a shower of blood and gore as a powerful spell struck him square on his chest.
 
 

"Spell casters." Lish answered, spitting out the word like it was a curse. "This city won’t last a day at this rate."
 
 

They began climbing again and soon they were high enough to see over the city walls…
 
 

The entire valley below was swarming with soldiers in dull gray armor. They were rows and rows of men organized in tight squadrons. There were rows of men with
huge shields held high against the elven archers. Behind them were rows of human archers working together, drawing back their bows and releasing thousands of
arrows into the sky. Slightly further back teams of workers stretched back catapults, huge vats of oil-soaked ordinance burning besides them as they loaded and
fired their tremendous weapons.
 
 

What was worst of all though was the mages. Two or three worked behind each squadron, their rich red cloaks billowing as they raised their arms and began casting
their spells. In rapid succession their spells went off, sending streaks of energy bursting against elven fortifications like cannon shots. Fire burned in some places. Ice
storms in others. At the base of the city dark shapes of demons and otherworldly creatures crawled up along the walls - summoned by their dark masters.
 
 

For their part the elven host was working feverishly as well. Elven mages had set up crackling blue shields of magical energy to deflect the incoming missiles and
absorb the mighty blows of the catapults and destructive magic. Thunderous clouds hovered over the invading army, sending streaks of lightening through their ranks.
One bolt of lightening shattered a catapult while another arced between a squadron of men, jumping across their armor and frying them inside their metal shells.
 
 

Looking down towards the front gates Lish could see that the elves had a few surprises of their own. An elite group of elven soldiers were gathering around an elder
mage. Each of them held a grappling hook and was armed to the teeth with knifes and swords. It was clear they were some kind of special-ops squad. When they
were all in position the mage began casting a spell. Suddenly their bodies grew translucent, dimming out of view until only the barest outline remained. Squinting hard
Lish could just see them throw their grappling hooks over the wall and climb outside, dropping down to where the human army was gathered.
 
 

A few minutes later several of the catapults misfired, sending their burning ordinance pummeling directly into the earth directly in front of them. The neat rows of
archers and soldiers were scattered as burning clay and stone crashed through their ranks. Amidst the confusion Lish could see several translucent forms rushing
towards the mages. Several of the mages were cut down before the human commanders understood what was going on.
 
 

It was then that Lish saw her target - Velrak, the leader of the human army from Retsek. He came into view surrounded by a group of elite warriors and a terrifying
looking mage. The moment she saw him she was sure he was really Uzhegh in disguise. His commanding air and cruel features were too powerful to be real.
 
 

From her spot on the tower she watched as he organized his men to hunt down the invisible squad of elven soldiers. Soldiers swarmed everywhere and magicians
began casting spells. Even a pack of war dogs were led down into the valley and set loose. The dogs snarled and bit and tugged at their bindings, crazed with the
frenzy of war. They bound into the fray of soldiers as soon as they were released, some biting their masters, others leaping into the air and biting savagely at the
translucent elves. One after another the hidden soldiers were exposed and cut down. Some made it back to the city, but others simply fought on, killing as many of
the enemy as they could before they were exposed. Finally even the elder mage was pierced with arrows as he began yet another incantation.
 
 

Em watched his fall with heart-wrenching apprehension. He had done immense damage to the human army but it was hardly enough. The remaining soldiers quickly
regrouped and redoubled the attack. In the meantime the fallen elven mage's body was blasphemed - his head savagely hacked from his shoulders and impaled it on
a pike. It seemed to her that there was no hope for the elves and their city. The carnage seemed so unjust and evil. Men were not supposed to be so viscous or so
evil.
 
 

Em shook with anger - but she was not the only one. If possible Aya seemed even more upset. There seemed to be some unspoken tension between Lish and her.
The tension grew until there was a confrontation.
 
 

"Do you expect to hide up here until the entire city falls?" She demanded. "Are we cowards to hide while the rest fight? The outcome of this battle is clear - it is
either death in battle or life in the whorehouses - which do you prefer?"
 
 

Lish looked at her for a long moment and nodded. "You're right… we came to fight. But we each have our own way. Mine is to wait and to hide and to choose my
moment to strike, but you are a healer first… your skills would be put to better use down there." She pointed towards a makeshift med-tent that had been set up
behind the main gates. "I would have preferred to keep our company together - especially against these odds, but…Go….Do what you can."
 
 

Aya nodded curtly towards Lish and then once again towards Em. She turned and rushed down the stairs without another word. Em watched her recede down into
the crowd, her bright blue and silver armor glittering in the light. She couldn't help but think how bitter and how ready to die Aya seemed. To Em life – even if it is life
as a whore - seemed more precious than death. They watched her until she arrived at the tent and began tending the injured: ripping bandages and casting healing
spells. And just like that she merged into the crowd and was gone from them. There fellowship had been sudden and it ended just as suddenly - Em felt horribly
unprepared for the pace of war.
 
 

*** Breach ****
 
 

Lish turned back to watch the battle progress. Her eyes were glued on Velrak - shifting as they followed his every step. She watched him so intently and so
motionlessly that Em thought Lish looked more like a hunting hawk than an elf.
 
 

“I’m sure its him…” She muttered to herself. “I’ll destroy the bastard…”
 
 

Em watched Lish’s lips twist into a feral grin, teeth bearing and lithe hands twisting subconsciously as she watched her pry. For the first time Em began to see Lish’s
cruel nature as a drow elf surfacing. What she saw was a revolting mix of raw hatred and lust for revenge. It was clear that Lish was planning to do something
stupid.
 
 

Em began pacing the little landing of the tower nervously as she watched the battle continue. She had to do something – she didn’t want to lose Lish again.
 
 

“Lish…Look, um, I don’t want to seem scared, but maybe we could…”
 
 

“Shhh…” Lish said quickly, cutting her off and half springing to her feet. She was staring intently at something in the battlefield.
 
 

Velrak and an elite group of soldiers and a mage were approaching the main gates.
 
 

“Look at his smug expression” Lish spat. “He’s planning something…Something big”
 
 

Several of the soldiers in Velrak’s entourage were carrying a large ornate box. They approached until they were just out of range of the elven archers and then sat
the box down. Velrak's mage stepped forward and began invoking a spell.Immediately the latches on the box sprung open and the box unfolded with
mechanical precision.
 
 
 
 

Inside an utterly black ball of energy floated quietly.

The mage concentrated as a black sphere slowly floated towards the city. It hovered in the air with an eerie silence. The sphere was pitch black - blacker than
anything Lish or Em had ever seen. It was as if it were sucking the light right out of the sky..
 
 

"What the hell is that?" Em asked.
 
 

Li8sh shook her head. "I don't know, but whatever it is the elves sure don't like it." She pointed over to the top of the gates where several elven mages had gathered.
They were gesturing excitedly at the sphere and calling for help. Several blue shields of energy collapsed as the mages from all over the wall teleported over to help
repel the sphere.
 
 

The rumor of the device spread so quickly that soon Lish and Em could hear soldiers talking about it all over the walls. They called it a Sphere of Annihilation and
apparently the elves feared it enough to drop whatever else they were doing and help ward it off.
 
 

Under the combined assault of the elven mages the sphere slowed somewhat and finally stopped. For several long moments it hovered in the no man's land midway
between the elven city and the human army - a single black sphere floating eerily amidst the carnage.
 
 

Suddenly one of the war dogs broke from the crowd of soldiers and rushed madly at the sphere, leaping into the air and biting ferociously at it. With a whining yelp
its life came abruptly to an end - its body disintegrating where it touched the black surface. A bloody heap of half-dissolved flesh and bones fell off to the side in a
quiet death.
 
 

What followed was a tug of war between two groups of mages. For a moment the sphere would float back towards the invading army, then it would stop and return
towards the elven city. The battle might have gone on like that for months if it were not for Velrak and his archers. The commander concentrated an absurd amount
of ammunition and human lives in an all out attempt to topple the gates. He sent his armies forward, masses of men running within range of the elven archers, only so
they could fire a shot at the elven wizards. Spells were cast, arrows rained, catapults fired all on the same spot where the elves were gathered, turning the area into a
firestorm.
 
 

The elven wizards withered under the blistering attack - one by one they went down. The Sphere of Annihilation wavered and then haltingly moved forward as the
defenders fell. Soon it was streaming towards the enchanted gate at a steady clip.
 
 

Lish looked over at Em grimily. Finally she spoke. "Em… I…"
 
 

Em cut her off. "I know what you are going to say. You are going to get him, aren’t you?”
 
 

Lish nodded, “This city will soon fall – and then we will have to make a choice – as Aya said it is either death or …well…”
 
 

“And you choose death?” Em asked, bitterly aware that she had carried Lish’s dead body to the temple and sacrificed so much to reunite them.
 
 

“I know what you did for me Em… And I love you.. I… I will stay if you ask it of me. But think about it – Without risk, without purpose, life becomes, well, you
become a barmaid…”
 
 

Em looked at Lish but she could see that Lish’s eyes still followed the battle below even as they spoke. “Go then… Do what you have to do….” She tried to smile
bravely “I can take care of myself. I know enough to stay out of trouble."
 
 

Lish nodded, tears finally softening her hard eyes. "You are braver than I am.” She said as she reached forward for a gentle kiss. Em kissed her lightly back her lips
trembling weakly in fear and loss.
 
 

“Whatever happens stay here. I will try to come back for you." Lish said and then leapt past her and began to run down the embankment.
 
 

Em watched her leave, her beautiful dark body silhouetted in the light. For the second time in her short adventure she felt alone. In the end, she realized, that is how it
will always be in life.
 
 

Lish was racing towards the front gate - right towards the heart of the attack. She watched as Lish nimbly ducked between soldiers and avoided incoming arrows.
Farther off she could see Aya working feverishly, the mounting toll of the battle overwhelming her. Only Em had nothing to do. She sat on her hands and waited,
feeling terrified and useless. She looked down at her own body – large breasts filling out her loose fitting brown shirt, smooth white legs extending softly downwards
- and though that maybe she would be a whore soon. She gritted her teeth against the thought, and looked again at her spell book again.
 
 

“Maybe…just maybe… “ She thought.
 
 

***
 
 

Lish raced up to the front gate, running right up to the giant wood and stone door that protected the inner city. With hardly a pause she began to climb it - scaling the
ancient door like a spider. Once she reached the top she scuttled around the keystone of the arch and hid herself behind an ornate sculpture of a flying dragon set on
top the gate. There was hardly any space for her so she had to contort awkwardly, her back against the wall with her palms flat against the stone like a spider laying
in wait. From the distance Em could dimly see Lish had a knife clenched between her teeth. She could also see the black sphere racing towards the gate below her.
 
 
 

Lish had hardly settled into her perch when something rocked against the magical door, causing it to ripple like a pool of water. The bright gleam of magic embedded
into the door faltered and then suddenly lost its hue. The wood and metal, once shining brightly, rapidly aged. The wood began to grow gray and the metal seemed
to buckle. Slowly a small dot of black appeared on the inside face of the door. The dot grew larger and larger until it was obvious that the sphere was silently cutting
a hole into the city. In a moment the sphere disintegrated through the ornate bar that sealed the doors shut. The bar snapped in two and fell to the floor. The sphere
continued sailing all the way into the city all the same, speeding forward now completely unhindered. Slowly, with its energy spent, it faded and disappeared. Behind
it a giant, perfectly circular hole gaped in the once seemingly indestructible gate. The city was breached.
 
 

Several bolts of magic crashed against the broken gateway, splintering the wood and unhinging one of the doors. A huge gap was created. A brave band of elven
soldiers rushed to the gate to try to hold the city, but they were clearly outnumbered - through the broken door they could see the human army massing for a final
attack. With a thunderous roar the first wave of soldiers rushed inside the city.
 
 

Bowstrings twanged and metal crashed against metal as the battle intensified. Aya's tent was abandoned as she was forced to flee with as many of the injured as she
could. The battle broke like a storm onto the city. The streets became a rolling sea. Blood was splattered against the walls as great sword strokes hued bodies from
both sides in a frantic melee. And yet more and more human soldiers streamed into the breached walls and gates….
 
 

During it all Lish remained completely motionless, hiding in her perch like a sleeping insect. Her thoughts were bent only on revenge. She knew that eventually Velrak
and his entourage would sweep through the gates. They would be reveling in their victory - flush with pride and lust. In that moment she would strike. She would
have only one chance, but she would destroy the beast that inflicted such humiliation and hardship on her and her friends. He would pay for his acts with his life.
After that she would face the consequences of her actions free of regret. She would die - but she would be avenged.
 
 

If Lish had worried that she would miss the critical moment there was no need. Great horn blasts rang outside the city gates while soldiers cleared the area
immediately inside the city with great fanfare for the arrival of their leader. It had been almost too easy - the elven flag still flew high in the towers, but the humans
were already celebrating their victory….
 
 

Lish's eyes narrowed and she readied her blade as she saw the first of Velrak's entourage step triumphantly under her and into the elven city.
 
 

One after another the elite soldiers marched in, swords drawn into the air, shouting victory cries under their cold iron helmets. Still Lish waited…. More and more of
them pored in… Finally the moment came - Velrak himself stepped proudly inside, both arms raised high as his soldiers roared in conquest.His mage was by
his side, his dark eyes sweeping the crowd of cheering soldiers. It was at that moment the Lish struck. Silently she stepped off the gateway and dropped through the
air, her blade drawn high above her. She fell like a stone, pummeling down towards Velrak's back.
 
 

Em saw her leap and it felt like a stone was being dropped in her stomach. This was it.
 
 

Velrak looked up only at the last moment… and all he saw was a hooded and screaming drow dropping down above him, her cruel blade sweeping in a deadly arc
even as she fell. It was his last living sight. Lish shrieked like a banshee as she thrust her blade downwards and impaled it deeply into Velrak's spine.
 
 

The force of the impact was incredible. The knife pierced the man's spine down to the very hilt and even then it crushed forward, toppling him over. He let out a
strangled grunt as the air was knocked out of him. Velrak crumpled to his knees and then flat on his face. Bright red blood spewed from his neck and pooled on the
black earth. Still Lish attacked, pulling her blade out of his back and jamming it home again twice more - crouching over his fallen body like a battle-crazed shrew,
screaming in battle lust.
 
 

"Death!!!" She screamed in Drow - "Death!"
 
 

The crowds of soldiers were motionless, frozen in shock at what had just occurred. Lish stood up and kicked Velrak's body onto his back, staring at his face even
as hundreds of enemy soldiers did the same - but to her horror the man she had killed was not Uzhegh. He was not the shapeshifter she had risked her life to
destroy - he was nothing more than a gifted human. Suddenly it occurred to her - the one elf that returned unscathed from the brutal attack on the peace convoy -
Could he be the one? …Secretly implanted in the city…communicating secrets… assessing defenses… sabotaging?
 
 

But even as these thoughts went through her mind she looked around and saw the angry crowds. The shock had slowly begun to wear off. A great wave of anger
was growing, focusing on Lish. She turned for a moment and saw the eyes of Velrak's chief mage flickering with power and fury. Suddenly there was a tremendous
war cry as the press of soldiers surrounding her collapsed inwards in a mad rush to destroy her. They would have massacred her and strung her body up on all the
walls had she not leapt back up onto the splintered door and scrambled onto the embankment.
 
 

Em shook with fear. Lish was making a mad dash along the ramparts. Soldiers everywhere were climbing up behind her as she racing along the city walls. A barrage
of arrows buzzed like angry bees as dozens of archers madly tried to bring her down.
 
 

At first it seemed hopeless, but there were still elven soldiers on the ramparts and they were providing cover.
 
 

"Come on Lish! Oh God Please! Please be all right! Please get away!" She whimpered, tears already flooding her eyes.
 
 

But it was her lucky day. Em screamed in glee as Lish bolted past several elven soldiers and They fought off Lish's pursuers long enough for her to get out of harm's
way. Em started hopping up and down as she watched Lish run back towards the tower - not even the archers could get her now - not yet at least.
 
 

Lish's heart was racing. She had been so sure that Uzhegh was hiding in Velrak's form. She had risked everything to destroy that man, and now she had no idea at
all who Uzhegh really was. Even as she ran she thought more of her idea - the lone survivor of the failed diplomacy mission - the one elf that had made it back to
Shenor to tell the tale of Velrak's brutality. He must have been the one - all this time hidden in the city….
 
 

She almost screamed with rage as she became surer of the truth. It was that rage that made her fight so tenaciously for her life - rage and the compelling desire to see
Em again. She rushed towards the tower, jumping three steps at a time. Above her she could see Em running towards her, tears of joy in her eyes. Unbelievably she
had made it - clear out of the jaws of the enemy - against all the odds. In a moment they would be reunited and this time she would not risk her life needlessly again.
She would help them both escape and then she would do whatever Em wanted.
 
 

Then suddenly someone appeared between them.
 
 

Halfway up the stairs, in a flash of light, a man simply blinked into existence. Lish recognized him instantly - he was Velrak's mage. His cruel angular face was lit up in
a dark smile as he stepped closer towards Lish.
 
 

"Drow elf…. Your death will be exceedingly painful." He talked with a thick accent -evil and oily. The moment she heard his voice she knew where she had seen
him before - he was the very man in the Giragi bar that she had seen a lifetime ago before any of the recent events had changed her life. Had she only know then
who he was …
 
 

Lish growled low and clutched her blade. "Fucking mages…" She cursed as she looked around for an escape route. There was nowhere to go but through him.
She tensed her legs as she made up her mind. Suddenly she sprang forward, racing towards him with all of her blinding speed.
 
 

The mage reacted just as quickly. He barked out a series of strange words and in an instant a bolt of energy flashed from his hands crashing into the ground in front
of Lish. Lish jumped as best as she could but the blow knocked her backward onto her ass. She struggled to her feet and backed up slightly, looking again around
her for an escape route - the direct route was obviously no longer an option.
 
 

The mage smiled. "No… there will be no escape for you, drow elf… "
 
 

Just as he had begun another incantation something flew through the air and bounced off his head – it was Em’s spell book. She had acted as fast as she could, not
having time or the confidence to cast one of the spells she had studied.
 
 

The mage turned and looked over towards Em and began to laugh. She was marching towards him stiffly, rolling her sleeves as she went, with her face screwed up
in a show of determination.
 
 

"Oh how cute! The Drow has a little pup to keep her warm at night…. The dear thing barely has her baby teeth cut… Oh, I will be sure to give her my special
attention once I am through with you…"
 
 

With a quick motion he flicked his hand towards Lish. It was as if someone had pulled a rug out from underneath her. She fell hard onto her back and hit the back
her head against the ground. She groaned in pain and tried to focus her vision, but even so she felt her body sliding towards the mage. Instinctively she began clawing
at the ground to stop herself, but the force pulling her was too strong. She slid along the stairs, her ass bumping against corners and ridges of the stone as she was
pulled quickly towards him. Suddenly she was pulled clean off the earth and into the air. It was as if gravity had stopped working. She found herself spiraling
upwards with nothing at all to grab a hold of. Satisfied with his work the mage left Lish hanging in the air and turned to deal with Em.
 
 

For the first time during the entire battle Lish felt helpless. She was spinning freely in the air – one moment she could see Em rushing down the stairs towards the
Silvati mage, and the next she spun away and had to look at the battle below until she span back around again.
 
 

She could see Em stopping 10’ away from the mage and gritting her teeth, evidently getting ready to cast a spell.
 
 

“Albasta!” She heard Em scream, outstretching her hand.
 
 

A burst of white light leapt from her finger tips and slammed into the mage.
 
 

There was an explosion of light followed by deep, hardy laughing.
 
 

“GOOD SHOT!” The mage laughed, staring back at Em completely unscathed. “Go ahead – give it another go….”
 
 

Em gritted her teeth and swallowed her fear. Raising one hand above her head she screamed another arcane command.
 
 

“GreZa TomMarza!”
 
 

Slowly a ball of glowing pink fire appeared in her hand. She threw it at him as hard as she could. The ball whipped through the air, but it came to a sudden stop in
front of the mage’s outstretched hand. For a moment it floated calmly between them.
 
 

Em stared at it in disbelief. It was her most powerful spell – and it was the first time she had ever cast it successfully, and he had stopped it dead in its tracks. She
took a half step backward trying to think of what to do next.
 
 

“Catch.” The mage said as he flicked the ball of energy back towards Em.
 
 

Lish swung around again to see the ball of pink energy sail right through the air and disappear right into Em’s chest. Em looked back at her for a second before
looking down at her own chest. Then the next moment a halo of pink flames seemed to erupt from inside her. Lish swung out of view just as she heard Em screech in
pain.
 
 

The fire seemed to be burning from inside her chest, from inside her ears, from under her skin…. Em thrashed as her whole world went up in a flash of pain and light.
Just when she thought it was all over though, the flames went out and the pain subsided. She found herself gasping for breath, staring up at the mage from where she
had fallen to her knees.
 
 

“Lucky for you your spell was so weak…” The mage taunted stepping closer. “Here, shall I show you a stronger one?”
 
 

The mage drew back his arm and commanded his arcane magic forward.
 
 

Em’s eyes widened as she saw his fingers stretch out towards her. Instinctively she rolled out of the way as a bolt of electricity arced from his fingertips and played
over the ground where she had been. She rolled to her feet and stood up just in time to get another one in her stomach. The mage laughed as she was flung
backward, her body leaping in electrical discharge.
 
 

She came to a stop 10 feet away, but still the mage was advancing towards her. She began to crawl away backwards, pushing herself along her ass as she stared at
the mage.
 
 

“I am glad I didn’t kill you,” He taunted. “Young women are so fragile these days…”
 
 

Suddenly Em felt a power lifting her up into the air. The mage was holding her with some kind of a force, just like Lish.She floated before him, her breath
coming in fearful gasps.
 
 

“Are you ready?” He asked. “Because this is going to hurt…”
 
 

Em watched helplessly as the mage conjured up three balls of white energy. A moment later they arced through the air and slammed into her chest, disappearing one
after another inside of her.
 
 

“No….” She croaked in the brief pause before they detonated. The mage let her drop to her feet and she swayed slightly as she felt the arcane energy build up
inside her.
 
 

Then she was immersed in brilliant white energy. Too overwhelmed to even scream she dropped to her knees and thrashed and twitched in pain as crackling arcs of
blue and white energy jumped over her body. The mage walked calmly over to where Em laid thrashing and watched with a smile on his lips. The flames and energy
finally died down, leaving Em devastated, but alive. She tried to crawl to her knees but she was too tired.
 
 

“Oh… I was hoping you put up more of a fight…. Well, I guess I’ll just play with your friend…”
 
 

The mage turned his back to Em completely - ignoring her as he began casting a spell. Slowly Lish stopped spinning. He began speaking to her.
 
 

“At first, in my rage, I was just going to kill you…” The mage began, “but thankfully your hot little friend here let me work some of it out….” A brilliant globe of
white energy began to surround Lish. “To show my infinite gratitude for giving her to me I am going to let you live…. I am going to send you to a place where you
can cool down a little”
 
 

On cue Lish began to feel blasts of cold air whipping around her. Just in front of her some kind of a portal began to open. The cold seeping from it felt horrible –
inside she could see a distant landscape occupied with nothing but the sound of howling wind and the pure whiteness of snow. Tendrils of force began to pull her
towards it. She felt as if she was trapped at the center of terrible vortex and some kind of force was yanking her into its funnel, almost as if she was being squeezed
through the head of a pin.
 
 

She was a drow – used to tunnels and cities – not wide-open spaces. For the first time since she was young she began to scream like a little girl, covering her face
with her hands and screeching in fear. She was so sure that it was the end that she even peed.
 
 

Then, in one great tug, she was yanked completely into the whiteness before her.
 
 

***
 
 

Em croaked hoarsely as she saw Lish disappear. The last thing she saw was Lish screaming as her body twisted and warped. Then there was a sudden flash and
Lish was gone. All that was left was the frighteningly tall mage slowly turning and facing her…. and he was smiling evilly.
 
 

Slowly Em managed to get to her feet. It took all her strength but she stumbled forward and draped herself around him – clutching his robes "What did you do to
her?" She cried as she began to beat her fists weakly against his face.
 
 

"She is in pain…." The mage answered, catching her hands in his and holding her away. "Terrible, delicious pain…" His eyes flashed with insane pleasure as he
talked.
 
 

"You are a monster!Why is everyone so cruel?" Em cried - her lips trembling as she struggled to get free and hit him again. The mage smiled
grimly and pushed her roughly away, sending her tumbling to the ground.
 
 

“Why am I cruel? This is a war…. You are a traitor.” The mage answered.
 
 

Em felt too hopeless to stand back up. Everything had gone wrong - the city was ruined, Lish was gone and she was alone again- alone in a burning city with
a heartless, cruel enemy that was too powerful for her. What could she hope to do against him? She collapsed down onto her ass as the fight drained from her
body.
 
 

The mage stepped closer, grabbing her chin and roughly pinching her face so that he could see her eyes. "Yes little one… You are a traitor and I am cruel. A
monster! Yes, I like that… a monster. The worst among all of them!"
 
 

He began to laugh gleefully as Em glared back at him.
 
 

"Such a feisty, young thing… and so innocent! And such big breasts…No wonder the drow liked you."
 
 

With one hand he pulled the pink hair tie from Em’s hair, leaving a bird's nest bunched on her head. She looked up at him with fiery hateful eyes - her skin puffy and
streaked with tears. She held his gaze, waiting with despair and determination to see what would happen next. But the more she thought about it the more hopeless
the situation seemed.
 
 

"Yes…The Drow's little plaything…" he continued, "But what shall we do with you? There are so many horrible, monstrous things that I could show you…. So
many ways to pollute you… But which one is best?"
 
 

"Please…." Em muttered. "Please just let me go…"
 
 

The mage frowned slightly. "Such pain and torment! Aren't you even curious? I expected more from a little magician…"
 
 

"Please….” Em cried again… "Just stop it… Just let me and Lish go…."
 
 

The mage's evil grin grew. "Just let you go? Just like that? After what your friend did to the human captain?"
 
 

Em shook her head pathetically. "We're sorry… I'm sorry."
 
 

The mage grinned broadly now. He looked around the city at the war that progressed. They were high on one of the ramparts with a bird's eye view of the street
battles. Em was crumpled at his feet, begging now. Her resolve quickly melting away.
 
 

"I'll do anything… Just let me go away from here…."
 
 

The mage took Em's chin in his hand again and tipped her head up, studying her face and her lips. "Yes that would be good." He muttered. His smile deepened - a
dirty, creepy smile that just turned the corners of his angular face.
 
 

"Earn your escape then…" He said, reaching lower and grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing it through the thin material of her blouse. "I am sure you know
how…"
 
 

Em looked up at him and sobbed as he pinched her nipple painfully.
 
 

She thought of Aya and Lish and the choices that they had made. She looked up at the mage, his dirty leering eyes staring down at her. Could she do it? Would she
choose death over whoredom?
 
 

"And my freedom?" She finally asked.
 
 

"We shall see…"
 
 

After a long while Em made her choice. Slowly she nodded. With weak hands she reached forward and began to fish through his robes for his erection. She could
feel it through the silky cloth - long and thin like the mage’s build. Finally it was revealed - the hard length staring her right in her face.
 
 

The mage looked down at her, running his fingers into her knotted hair.
 
 

Em was hesitating.
 
 

“Come on… open up…” He commanded, waving his erection just in front of her lips.
 
 

The mage smiled darkly as he watched her eyes focus on the tip of his penis, he could almost see her brain working – a huge fateful step in her life. It was like taking
her virginity. Then with pleasure he saw her mouth parting slightly. He waited until she opened it all the way – until it was a soft feminine oval of submission… until
her tongue was pushing slightly out of her mouth… Then he pushed himself inside like he was coming home.
 
 

"Pleasure me well and there may be hope for your Drow friend as well…” He said.
 
 

Em’s warm mouth began to engulf him softly.
 
 

**** LISH IN THE TUNDRA************************************************
 
 

She was no longer in Shenor – that much was certain. But Lish didn't have time to consider such niceties. She had been teleported into the air high above a
wasteland of sleet and ice.Below her, as far as she could see, there was an endless sea of frozen water and driving wind. A moment later gravity found her
and yanked her downwards.
 
 

She curled into a ball just in time to crash through the snow and sleet. In a jumble of limbs and snow she tumbled down a slippery slope finally coming to rest in a
pool of ice-cold water. Worse than the fall was the most mind-numbing cold she had ever experienced. She fought for her breath as the cold bit down deep into her
bones, making them throb with a driving pain that almost stopped her heart.
 
 

Her fingers turned into claws as she clutched at the slippery snow and ice, scrambling to pull herself out of the frigid pool. Twice she slipped and her head went
completely under in an eruption of bubbles in the gray-blue water, but on her third attempt she managed to pull herself out. Gasping, she crawled on her stomach,
pulling herself out of the wet pond like a walrus. Her hair was plastered to her head, her lips blue, and her dark skin shivering and crawling with goosebumps.
 
 

For the first time in her life her teeth began chattering. She tried to take a full breath but her lungs seemed to have shrunk, incapable of drawing in more than a
thimble full of freezing air that froze her teeth. Then, just when she thought it couldn’t get worse - a gust of cold wind blew across the featureless landscape, whipping
her with snow and sharp particles of ice. Soon she felt more like she was burning than freezing.
 
 

Eventually she managed to get to her feet. Cupping her reddened hands to her eyes she looked around for shelter but there was none. Her skimpy leather outfit was
soaked through and her exposed midriff was hardly suitable for the harsh landscape. Only then did the reality of what had happened strike her. She had been
banished far, far away. Exiled to a frozen wasteland perhaps thousands of miles away from the battle for Shenor. The mage had sent her to freeze - to die alone in
the tundra without ever knowing what happened to Em or Aya - without the remotest possibility of help. That thought bit into her skin almost as deeply as the cold.
The mage had banished her away to her a drow's deepest fears - to die slowly from cold and hunger in the vast openness of a freezing tundra. It was the antithesis of
a drow's life. She began to stumble forward - but there really was no point - there was nowhere to go….
 
 

Then she heard it… A low growling coming from somewhere behind her. She turned to look, but there was nothing in the blinding whiteness - only wind and snow.
And yet…. she sensed something lurking, something drawing nearer.
 
 

The noise grew… a heavy animal breathing. Something shifted just outside her vision… something huge and hairy was approaching. Instinctively she took a step
backwards and drew her knife. Her fingers were so cold that she could hardly grip the handle. The blade shook as she held it in front of her, her hopelessness
momentarily displaced by fear.
 
 

There was a growl… Some kind of an animal shifted and moved closer. She felt the ice shake under its weight. Then she saw it - impossibly near. It was as big as a
bear, covered in thick white fur. The Drow have no words for Yeti, but Lish had heard rumors around the campfires of her youth. It had been moving towards her
the whole time, but its color had camouflaged it almost beyond sight - only its red gums and black eyes had given it away - That and the shaking of the ice as it
quickly drew closer.
 
 

Lish's hand trembled as tried to fight it back with her knife. She stepped backwards heedlessly, slipping and falling and getting back up again. The creature advanced
steadily, its black eyes fixed on Lish and her blade.
 
 

It had to be eight feet tall. It was clearly animal, but it’s giant arms made it look more humanoid than bear. Behind its eyes she could detect no intelligence - only
savageness backed with cruel teeth and ferocious instinctive brutality. It had pinched, dog-like face on a thick neck. Its arms and legs were long, but ended in great
paws with long blackened claws. Its weight was massive.
 
 

Lish slipped and half-fell, catching herself with her free hand, but the creature was on her. It barreled forward recklessly, its giant head crashing past Lish's defenses.
She was face to face with the creature – its horrible breath in her face. It was studying her – teeth bared, one giant clawed hand on her stomach pinning her down.
Lish hardly dared breathe – too afraid to provoke it. She clutched her blade tightly, waiting for an opportunity to strike. A minute of tense silence passed – Lish
shivering with cold as the giant creature pressed her down. Then, in the sunlight something on her armor glinted, catching the Yeti in the eye. With sudden ferocity
astonishing for its large build it bit towards her chest. Lish cried out in shock and tried to jab her dagger into its head but her body lurch forward as the massive
creature pulled his head back; twisting it and growling like a huge angry dog. She felt a tearing at her chest and in the heat of the moment she thought it had bit her,
but its massive jaws had only closed around the leather of her top.
 
 

Lish's body was flung around like a rag doll, pulled this way and that as the creature swung his massive head. She beat on its head wildly, trying to drive her dagger
into its brain, but the creature’s thick fur and even thicker skin seemed to make it impervious. Suddenly she felt its hard skull crush against her ribcage, knocking the
air from her as she bounced off the frozen ground. In the fray she felt her dagger slip from her freezing fingers, falling somewhere into the snow.
 
 

She cried out in desperation groping for it blindly in the snow. The yeti changed tactics. Instead of throwing its head wildly, it pinned her to the spot with its powerful
arms and used its head to pull back, almost like it was ripping meat from a carcass. Suddenly there was an enormous pressure on Lish’s chest as she felt her halter
dig into her skin.
 
 

The pressure came free with a ripping sensation across her back. The creature rose up and flicked its head – casting Lish into the air like a rag doll. She spun wildly,
her top coming loose. Her breasts were exposed to the snow in a shock of cold as she tumbled face down into the sleet. She tried to pull herself up but she was too
late - the creature's great paw pressed down on her back and trapped her against the snow. She could feel the sharp points of its claws just digging into her soft
flesh. Her top, with its offending bright metal, was gone. That seemed to mollify the creature slightly.
 
 

It began studying her again, bending low and sniffing her. Lish was forced to remain still again lest she provoke it. She had to endure its wet nose digging into her
underarm – its wet face studying her own. Unsure what to do and terribly afraid she tried to hold still, play dead, but it nudged her with its nose, pushing her body
forward.
 
 

Then the creature whined unhappily. Slowly recognition hit; it was playing with her. It was that simple. It was playing with its food.
 
 

She felt like a mouse in the jaws of a huge cat. She could hear its deep breathing even over her own short gasps. Every breath seemed to end in a short animal-like
whine of excitement. It nudged forward again, pressing its hot snout under her arm and licking there. It was disgusting. But she forced herself to hold still all the same
- even though she was shivering and afraid.
 
 

The snout began sniffing everywhere. In a shock she felt its tongue flick out and lick her side. Again it licked and sniffed, descending lower until with a mew of animal
excitement it found the source of an exquisite order – its snout digging under Lish’s skirt-like armor pressing between the globes of her ass. One lick and Lish was
scrambling for her life. Its heavy animal breathing turned into a long whine of excitement – its dead plaything had come back to life…
 
 

The two mammals played a game of cat and mouse. Lish somehow managed to scramble free, running on her hands and knees a few steps, fighting to get to her
feet, before the Yeti batted her down again, its wet snout finding the space between her legs with unerring precision. Lish was too mortified to even comprehend
what was happening. Then, just when her brain was popping with absolute unqualified disbelief She felt its full weight come bearing down on her. Immediately she
was crumpled flat onto the ground. The air left her body as she was crushed under its incredible furry mass - her face disappearing into the whiteness of the snow
and her legs and arms sprawling to either side.
 
 

She tried to struggle, a muffled scream getting lost in the wet snow in her mouth and nose, but she was pinned by folds and folds of beastly fat and fur. The only thing
she could see was the ice sticking to her face. The only thing that wasn’t cold was the strip of back that was crushed by its warm fur and the warm wet organ that
was pressing against her thigh… It took a moment to realize what it was, but a white-hot light burst in her brain when she did.
 
 

She screamed in terror.
 
 

The creature shifted its massive frame, causing its bulky fat skin to ripple. Its large pink penis slid up her thighs and between her legs, crushing against her crotch with
undeniable force. The large organ bent slightly with nowhere to go - encountering her hard pubic bone and the silk wall of her panties. Lish dug her nails into her
fingers, struggling to get up, but knowing that she was trapped.
 
 

It began shifting its massive body - deftly dipped lower and pressed forward again, dipping and jabbing, dipping and jabbing, until to Lish’s utter disgust, its massive
erection had probed almost everywhere, leaving a wet trail of slippery fluid that wet Lish’s thighs and ass cheeks. Whining with excitement and frustration it dipped
and thrust forward again, its huge head banging directly against Lish's panties. The panties, already wet with snow and the creature's precum, stretched inwards as
Lish's body was forced to open inwards.
 
 

Lish's mind went red in shock. It hadn’t gotten inside, but it hadn’t bounced off her leg either – it was getting closer. The creature's wet penis felt like a log that kept
getting thicker – as it probed incessantly against her body she could feel it on both thighs at once like a bobsledder sliding along an iced track.
 
 

As the creature got more frustrated it thrust harder and faster - several times hitting just about the right place. Lish screeched in shock each time, redoubling her
efforts and jerking her hips violently out of the way. But as the immense struggle went on and the strain of fighting off the creature’s immense weight began to wear
her down. Slowly she jerked less and less, the creature’s penis finding the mark more often, until finally with one miscalculation by Lish the creature found the perfect
combination of placement and weight, trapping Lish completely until there was nowhere left to move her hips.
 
 

It was then that she had to endure the mass of its penis pressing against her pussy without reprieve, its bulk bent and squeezed between her clamped thighs like if she
were holding out the weight of a small building.
 
 

The creature began to pull back and thrust forward again - its penis gliding along the wet tunnel of Lish's thighs like a hotdog in a bun, coming to an abrupt halt
against her crotch. With each thrust her wet thighs became more slippery, until soon they felt like a wet channel leading to her pussy.Her trapped thighs guided
the spearhead towards its target like it was slipping down a funnel. Her soaked panties began to crumple and roll into a thin rope that dug between her wet pussy
lips. The first contact between those lips and the hot, probing bulbs of the Yeti’s straining penis sent an electric discharge through both victim and assailer. For Lish it
gave her new strength to fight, but for the creature it meant opening of hormonal taps that had long been denied.
 
 

In a frenzy – so close to its goal, the creature lifted its great mass, straightening its massive forearms and leaning its weight against Lish's groin, tunneling, digging,
forcing forward… It needed to get in with all of its instinctual might.
 
 

Lish's panting became a long yelp as she felt its girth spearing into her. Her entire body tensed in shock as she felt its wet, thick mass probe inside her body in one
long fluid motion…. It had not just probed the outside of her. It had not just bounced off ineffectually. It had found the mark, crushed past the rolled rope of her
panties, squeezed aside the clenching of her thighs and the straining of her vaginal muscles. Its fat head and forced itself inside and it was tunneling in deeper along the
curve of her vaginal track.
 
 

She had never even come close to experiencing such girth…or even imagined such a thing was possible. Everything in the world became a blur except for the
indescribable sensation of being violated.
 
 

The creature pressed forward, jerking erratically, until its full mass was buried inside of Lish –right up to her womb she was filled with its density. The pressure inside
was almost unbearable. She felt stretched all along the curving path from outside to inside – her eyes swam with stars as something deep inside her was crushed
against and stimulated.
 
 

Then the creature began pumping….
 
 

Lish held her breathe, digging her fingers deeper into her palms as she felt from behind her the shaft slip out along strained confines of her body and the press
forward again. The first thrust made her gasp as the sensation reddened her brain - the muscles her pussy ached to close – ached beyond endurance – but instead
they had to accept the tunneling density of something enormous…. but more than that, something animal.
 
 

After the first thrust she knew there was no hope that it would slip out - it was in too deep – even a full thrust hardly pulled it out half way.
 
 

Lish could hardly take it. Her panties were rolling along side of its girth, rolling into a tight, wet rope as it tunneled in and out of her. She gripped the icy snow in her
hands, melting it in her grip until it ran through her reddened fingers. Her eyes squinted closed as she gasped for breath - too full even to breathe - and too shocked.
 
 
 

The creature's excited whining grew deeper and more frantic as it enjoyed a prize it had not had during most of its life.The circuitry of its brain popped with
the hard-wired need to reproduce and the pleasure from Lish’s womb was instinctual bliss.
 
 

Lish too began to pant as her breath was forced from her body by its shifting mass. The creature pumped faster and faster, riding Lish and forcing her frazzled mind
to endure the overload of input flooding in from her overwhelmed body. Soon Lish’s mind went red – completely blanking out any thought besides a screaming fire
alarm of red energy. More than anything else she wanted it to stop. Her leapt when she felt its rhythm falter - its hips jerking forward at a frantic rate. A chill swept
through her even beyond the red screaming in her mind- she knew it was coming to a climax. It was going to cum… It was going to be over… The thought hit
her like a lightening bolt. She caught her breath and gritted her teeth - her consciousness focusing on the pit of her stomach. She could feel the end of its penis
banging against her cervix - the very spot she knew it would burst.
 
 

The creature whined loudly and thrust forward firmly - its huge dick tunneling all the way into her body until the thick folds of the skin around its groin bounced
against Lish’s ass - and then it stopped moving…
 
 

Lish couldn't hold back a long dying croak of emotion as she felt her insides begin to fill with something. She could feel wetness pouring into her, filling her, squishing
back along the rod embedded in her womb. The creature thrust a few more times… Lish cried out in disgust - its movements were slick like an oiled cylinder. It was
still cumming inside her.
 
 

Finally though it was over. Lish collapsed - all the tension leaving her body - she had been fucked by an animal.
 
 

The creature began to pull out, but the head of its penis seemed to have trouble leaving the tight confines of her body. She squirmed and clutched the ice as the
creature again tried to remove itself from her. It jerked back once… twice…. and then finally it popped free. But as its long penis slid out of Lish's body countless
flexible, stiff hairs ran back against the grain, stimulating Lish's insides and depositing something hormonal or chemical.
 
 

It seemed like a fire had been lit along the entire track of her over-stretched womb. It was the final insult – both overwhelming and disgusting. As the fluid on the
spines got absorbed into her inflamed reproductive tract the burning, tickling sensation got worse. Unable even to get up she began to thrash in the snow, her hands
clamping her stomach and pussy- the feeling everywhere at once - as she tried to cope with the weird sensation inside her. Vaguely she was aware that the
creature had begun pulling her through the snow by her tunic, but at that point she really couldn't think about it. All that she could focus on was the throbbing inside
her body. It wasn't so much pain or even pleasure that she felt, but just plain sensation. She wanted above all to reach inside herself and touch the spots that
throbbed - or have something touch them. It burned and tickled and throbbed all at the same time.
 
 

As she was dragged along she slowly became more aware of the cold. She had forgotten about it when she was trapped under the beast, but now the wind and the
wet snow was reminding her in no uncertain terms. She began to shiver again. Soon she began looking at the creature's fur with almost a sense of envy. She realized
that it wasn't that she had forgotten about the cold, but that she had been warm under its bulk...
 
 

The yeti continued to drag her towards its destination, walking backwards through the tundra as it clutched Lish's tunic in its jaws. Lish didn't have the energy left to
fight back. She simply let herself be taken, too overwhelmed and defeated to care. Thankfully, blissfully, she passed out after ten or fifteen minutes of slow progress
through the featureless landscape.
 
 

*** EM ***
 
 

Slowly Velrak's mage worked his dick in and out of Em's mouth, enjoying the wet sensation of her face. His fingers curled into her sweaty blonde hair as he pushed
himself deeper. They were at street level now – he had dragged her there so he could enjoy his prize as the war raged all around them. Everywhere elven soldiers
were making their last stands as the human armies poured in through the ruined gates. Arrows were zipping through the air and streets were filled with the sounds of
swords clanging, but in their midst Em was on her knees and Velrak's mage was slowly fucking her throat. Em’s tongue pushed along the base of his penis with
every pass, trying desperately to hold up her end of the bargain, as hopeless as it seemed.
 
 

"Little one…" He reminisced stroking her hair as she sucked him. "Life is a beautiful, beautiful thing…The glory of war…. The rush of power… The thrill of defeating
your enemy…"
 
 

Em began to gag as he pushed his dick in deeper. He was clearly getting closer and closer to cumming.
 
 

"Life is like a -ugh- warm mouth…" he continued, "Like a tight throat…. It is to be taken -ugh- and used and -ugh- enjoyed. Life is a -ugh- virgin whore's
asshole…-ugh- -ugh--ugh- to be -ugh- -ugh--UGH- to be broken in… just the same as magic…-ugh- -ugh- -ugh-"
 
 

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his dick abruptly out of Em's mouth. Em was trying to catch her breath. She stared at his dick like it was a weird monster, aware
that most of it had been in her throat.
 
 

"Do you want to know the secret of magic?" He groaned, grabbing his penis and stoking it with maniacal zeal. "It's this…." He groaned, suddenly pushing his dick
back into her mouth. "It's this!" His hips jerked back and forth violently, both hands clamping around her head. "IT'S THIS!!!" He screamed again, tipping his head
back and releasing a spray of cum into Em's mouth.
 
 

Spontaneously he began humming and singing, holding Em's head firmly against his groin as his dick jerked and twitched his seed into the back of her throat. Em
could hear soldiers laughing and snickering as they rushed by, no doubt watching the mage cum into her mouth.
 
 

Months later she would have her revenge. She would return for him, more powerful and more cunning than anyone could ever have imagined, and she would exact a
shocking vengeance. But just then she knew nothing of that. All she knew was that she had let the man who hurt Lish cum in her mouth…
 
 

"Swallow!" He commanded, looking down on her. "Swallow for your freedom."
 
 

He watched as Em’s nostrils flared as she tried to work her throat with his length buried inside it. He could see she was having some trouble, with all the saliva and
cum in her mouth, but he held himself there anyway, enjoying the way her mouth sucked and struggled to carry out a simple biological function. Eventually she
blinked at him, letting him know it was done. Satisfied, he pulled her to her feet and commanded her forward.
 
 

"Now for your reward." He joked, tucking himself back in. "Now for the freedom I promised you!"
 
 

Em walked in a daze as the mage led her towards the city gates. He was laughing happily, letting her know that she had just let her enemy cum in her mouth…. She
had just become a whore….
 
 

Was it worth it? Would he really let her go? All around her soldiers were running, Shenor was falling- the air was filled with the clashing of swords, screams of
the fallen. There seemed to be no way out.
 
 

Finally Em reached the gates. An army of men watched her stumble between them. Some recognized her as the woman who was giving the mage a blowjob, others
just watched with interest as a human captive was found in an elven city. The mage was only three steps behind, prodding her now like cattle. He was clearly having
a merry old time. A crowd began to gather for the show. Some even began to help her with her shirt, grasping at it and pulling at it as she stumbled by. It was a walk
of shame, but she hardly cared anymore - all she saw was the exit. The mage was leading her right to it - in her haze she almost believed that he might let her go. She
almost believed it would all be over if she could just walk through the gate. For a moment she imagined returning to her inn and taking up her job again - the thought
felt impossibly sweet.
 
 

She was only a few steps from the gate when the mage commanded her to stop.
 
 

For some reason Em obeyed. She stood rooted to the spot, her pretty face streaked with wondrous tears of joy from her sweet dream. Her body was swaying
back and forth from fatigue and emotion, one hand clutching her now torn shirt to her chest.
 
 

She had nothing more to lose, so she turned around when he told her to. She was standing over the dead body of Velrak himself. The fallen general was still lying
where Lish had killed him. She didn't know it but one foot was even standing in his blood. She let her arms go limp, resigning herself to her fate. Her shirt fell open,
parting just enough to reveal her nipples and her smooth stomach.
 
 

The mage laughed. "Oh, little one." He called out. "You should laugh and be merry – not just anyone gets my personal attention." He smiled and unraveled a scroll he
had tucked in his robes. "Stand still, for I am about to give you a lesson in magic that may become legendary. It is my gift to you - your freedom… and a chance for
the life of your friend"
 
 

Even as the mage spoke a perfectly clear sphere of energy slowly formed around Em. For a moment she imagined the same thing was going to happen to her as had
happened to Lish. She reached out and touched the boundaries - the sphere felt as solid as glass. The soldiers crowded around her, watching as she pressed her
hands against the clear wall of energy. But even as they watched the glass bubble slowly began sinking into the earth.
 
 

"Nothing the elves do is by accident” The mage continued. “This city is built on a gateway to the ruins of another, much more ancient place…." The mage laughed.
"A fact that the elves like to keep hidden. But you will be the vessel to unearth these secrets. It is the freedom you begged for. Wake the sentinel and you will
discover many secrets - even the power to save your friend."
 
 

Em had no idea what he was talking about – all she knew was that the earth was slowly melted below her, rising up like mud and swallowing her. She stared out at
the crowds of soldiers gathered around her, unsure whether to be afraid or to be glad, but she knew that anything the mage had planned had to be bad.
 
 

As if on cue the dead body of Velrak slipped into the bubble with her. She looked up at the mage but he seemed pleased, he was smiling back at her with his usual
oily grin. The sphere sank to her waist and then almost over her head. The last thing anyone could see of Em was her hands pressing against the smooth globe of
energy that surrounded her before the earth closed in and cut off the last ray of daylight. Then nothing remained of the world she knew but darkness and Velrak's
dead body.
 
 

****AYA ****
 
 

Aya turned once again to fight off her attackers. She was following a group of women towards a secret passage that led out of the city, but the trip was long and
excruciating. The elven lines had long since broken. Men were running everywhere, consumed in a maddened lust for the spoils of war. Ancient houses were being
ransacked even as the battle raged on in the streets. Men swarmed like flies - it had become a feeding frenzy. Human soldiers were ignoring their commander's
orders and deserting the main battle to burst into buildings in a blatant rush to be the first to loot the valuables.
 
 

There was a huge troll-like humanoid that Aya had first seen break through the elven defenses. He had run rampant, killing men in his path and directing his soldiers
to take “the fairy women” but he was hollering in pain now - Aya had made sure of that. She had cast a blindness spell on him that caused excruciating pain. She hit
him with it just as he was tearing the shirt off of a terrified young woman.
 
 

"Serves him right…" She thought as she stayed a moment to watch him claw at his own eyes. He screamed like big, overgrown baby.
 
 

She had to run to rejoin her small group as they rushed back towards the exit. The women knew where they were going, weaving nimbly between streets and alleys,
hoping to throw off the packs of men that their gorgeous forms invariably attracted. But it seemed that the more they ran, the more men they attracted. It was like
they were wild game - the problem was that they were the main prize of the war.
 
 

As they neared their final destination they knew it was hopeless - even if they were to make it to the secret door they wouldn’t be able to use it. If they did they
would be giving up everyone who had already passed inside. Clearly they needed a diversion to slow down their pursuers - someone had to sacrifice herself to buy
enough time to let the others escape.
 
 

At the last turn before the final alleyway Aya stopped and turned to face her enemies.
 
 

“Run!” She commanded. “Do not look back.”
 
 

There were twelve women in Aya’s group. Brief, hard glances were exchanged between them - it was all that time allowed for conveying thanks. Then most of the
group scampered away, disappearing into the alleyway.
 
 

“We will remember your sacrifice” A receding voice called out.
 
 

Aya unstrapped her mace, testing its weight in her open palm and squaring off grimly to meet the oncoming crowds.

A group of men recklessly rounded the corner. There were a dozen of them bunched together, running at full speed with their tongues waging like a pack of rabid
dogs… In their haste they ran with their shields lowered, loosely gripping their blades.
 
 

"There shall be a heap of bodies at out feet...” an elf said grimly, stepping up besides Aya and drawing her sword. The next moment the two were engulfed in the
rush of oncoming men. The elf screamed a startling battle cry and the two armor-shroud women leaped forward into battle.
 
 

**** Lish ***
 
 

Lish woke up cold. She had never been so cold in her life. It seemed to fog her brain and dull all her senses. She couldn't feel her fingers or toes. She could hardly
see. Slowly she turned her head. She was in some kind of cave. The creature that had raped her was asleep by the entrance. It was curled in a tight ball, its head by
its feet, but even so it easily weighed five hundred pounds. Its chest rose and fell with steady breathing as it slept peacefully and contently.
 
 

Lish strained her neck to look around. She was lying on her side, also curled up in a ball. She was basically naked besides for the beaten up leather tunic barely
hanging on to her hips. Her skin looked almost pale and frozen. She tried to move her fingers and to her surprise they slowly closed. She couldn't understand why
she was not dead. Memories of what had happened slowly drifted back into her addled senses. She had been in Shenor - fighting the invading army… Em had been
there… She had almost escaped from certain death… but then the mage had come. She remembered his face with burning certainty. The thought alone was enough
to give her the energy to sit up.
 
 

She had been teleported… Em had been left behind… What fate that monster had cooked up for her she could only guess, but looking across at the creature that
had violated her she was certain it had been bad.
 
 

"Oh Em… I hope you did not suffer too much…" She croaked painfully.
 
 

Slowly more details of where she was began to filter in. The cave was small, but it was sturdy and warmer than outside. She could hear the wind whipping along the
landscape and the memory brought a chill through her body. She was sitting on some kind of a fur mat. Vaguely she remembered crawling onto it. It was mostly
covered in ice, but still thick clumps of hair poked up here and there and it was warmer than the icy floor. At her feet there were three silver fish, their sides cruelly
punctured with teeth marks. Apparently they were for her.
 
 

Slowly she got up. Her feet felt unsteady. Stepping over the fish she crept along the side of the cave, working her way towards the entrance where the creature lay.
She tried to work her way around it, but its bulk took most of the space. She had to lean over it, tiptoeing along the edge of the cave. For a moment her calves
brushed against its fur - the warmth beckoned to her like a fire. Fur meant warmth… She began to think of ways she could kill it and wrap herself in its hide. But her
knife was long, long lost…and outside the wind howled horribly. It was clearly suicide to leave. And yet what did it mean to stay?
 
 

She lingered too long. The creature half woke up, sensing Lish's presence at the entrance to the cave. With a shift of its bulk and an annoyed swap of its paw it
shoved her back inside. For a brief moment Lish was engulfed in its fur and then she was toppling back into the cave.
 
 

She sat back down on the mat and shivered. She was so cold that she could hardly think… and she was so tired. The creature was curled up again by the entrance -
there was no way out… Slowly she let herself slip back into unconsciousness, muttering ways she could get her revenge on the mage.
 
 

When she woke up again she was covered by fur - there was a massive weight on top of her. Fur beneath and fur above. Slowly she realized that the creature had
come to her for another go. She was flat on her stomach, taken in the very same way as she had been before…how long ago? She had no idea… But suddenly she
felt the insistent bulk of its penis pressing between her legs. It took less time this time to find the right spot. With a loud groan she felt it gain entrance to her body.
 
 

*** Five Days Later ****
 
 

"Oh god…." Lish moaned, feeling the prickle of the needles all through her body. "Oh god….No…"
 
 

All at once the creature pulled himself out of her, the tiny spines on his penis sending her screeching like a cat and curling her into a ball. The tingling in her womb was
unbearable. How many times had she been curled up like that, clutching her stomach? She didn’t even know how many days had passed, always seeming to be in
perpetual darkness. All she knew was that this time she had cum. She didn't even care anymore - it just felt good – and that was all that mattered anymore. The
animal’s sperm began leaking out of her pussy and beading on the fur mat, but she was too stunned to even think about it. Instead she let her mind become blissfully
free of any thought. It was so much easier that way.
 
 

Lish would have trouble recalling details of this period of her life with any clarity. From other sources and by backtracking through a timeline of events she became
reasonably certain that all together she had spent nine days holed up alone in the creature's cave at his mercy. The nights in that region lasted unbearably long and the
days were so short that she quickly lost count of how many had passed. Her existence was based on the pure necessities of life. The creature provided her daily
food - raw fish that it caught on its brief outings from their cave. Suicide was always a pervasive thought - she only needed to wander into the endless tundra and she
would soon be lost and dead, but on the few occasions that she resolved to accept death the creature found her and dragged her back to her doom.
 
 

If the mage had any idea of what he had subjected her to he would have been ecstatic, but she doubted that even he could have dreamed something so devastating
to her psyche. She was a drow elf - an educated, fiercely independent and capable woman that was accustomed to the bustle of cities or the stillness of subterranean
vaults. She could hardly have imagined a place as wide and as open and as cold as where she was trapped. She could never have imagined the strain on her will that
she had endured at the mercy of that creature…
 
 

But the truth was that from that day on she came almost every time the beast took her. She was living well beyond the limits of civilization and so almost willfully she
resolved to live at the extremes of her consciousness. Only the need for vengeance sustained her. With vengeance as her motive she found in her core such feral
instincts and animal ferocity that cumming to the creature’s enormous penis seemed almost natural. She had, in fact, such wild will to exist that she could persevere
through any indignity.
 
 

Her freedom, when it came a few days later, would make her even stronger and fiercer… She would be legendary, even among the drow.
 
 
 
 

***************EM***************************
 
 

Em was trapped in a perfect sphere of rock. There was no light, no sound - only the knowledge that with every minute that passed she was sinking deeper and
deeper towards the core of the earth. She had been buried alive.
 
 

Of course she had tried to escape. For the first few hours she had blindly groped every millimeter of her spectral prison hoping to find some kink or flaw that would
let her break free, but there were none.
 
 

Eventually she collapsed bitterly against the wall and began sobbing. In the darkness she couldn't tell whether she was still sinking - only the slight pull in her stomach
told her she was accelerating downwards.
 
 

She stretched out her hand, but she couldn't even see her fingers wiggling in front of her face. It made her dizzy. She didn't even know how she could even breathe in
her prison. She supposed that it was part of the horror of the spell - to be trapped forever alone and forgotten at the root of the earth - alive, aware, but hopelessly
alone.
 
 

But what did the mage mean? Where was she going? What sentinel did she have to wake? What if there was no end – what if the spell lasted for years? She
imagined herself alive, trapped in the earth for centuries as life went on without her. Her friends would soon forget about her, time would pass - new ages would
dawn, new cities would be built and destroyed - but she would still be there - rooted at the center of the earth - alone.
 
 

Was the sphere spinning? Where were her hands? Which way was up? A sudden panic seized her as she felt lost in the darkness. She had to clutch her arms to her
chest just to remind herself where she ended and the rest of the world began.
 
 

***
 
 

By the end of the next day Em had stopped shivering and sobbing. She lay perfectly still quietly breathing the recycled air. Had she fallen asleep? No. She was sure
she hadn't. It had been more than 24 hours since she had slept, but she knew that she would never sleep under the earth - the spell would not allow it. It was part of
her torment - endlessly, sleeplessly aware of her desperation.
 
 

She let the thought go. It was useless to torture herself. She tried to clear her mind, stretch her awareness.
 
 

On the earth's surface there were countless distractions - she daydreamed that maybe down here she could become more aware of the forces of magic, and maybe
by mastering them she could find a way out.
 
 

***
 
 

It occurred to her suddenly that without the sun, she would never know when one day ended and the next began. At the center of the earth would there even be any
difference? She would just exist - timelessly - without distraction or event… It would just go on and on…
 
 

She had already ruffled through all of Velrak's belongings. At first she had avoided him all together - ignoring his presence even though his limp dead limbs were
always pressing against her somewhere in her cramped prison. But as time went by he provided a much-needed distraction. She had begun timidly - confining herself
to examining his belongings, but soon she had gathered the courage to touch his face, his dead skin. In time she even ran her fingers along his wounds.
 
 

She knew that eventually she would go crazy. She would begin talking to him, and maybe, when she truly went nuts, he would begin answering her.With some
effort she pushed his body up against the opposite side of the sphere, propping him up and arranging his limbs as if he was sitting and talking. Despite her pain she
managed to laugh a little - at least she had a puppet to play with.
 
 

***
 
 

Three days later and Em was bored stiff.
 
 

She sat against the wall of her prison, daydreaming of the world above. She thought of Lish for the millionth time. She let her thoughts linger on her face, on their time
together… Slowly her hand slipped between her legs…
 
 

Ten minutes later she cried out in an orgasm.
 
 

In the aftermath she felt empty - still alone - still sinking into the darkness.
 
 

***
 
 

If she had been on the surface Em would never have noticed it - never in a million years - but now the feint glow of Velrak's ring stood out like a blinding light. The
glow was getting stronger by the second… Soon she could see the outline of her own fingers as she worked feverishly to pry it off his dead hands.
 
 

She pulled it off him and held it aloft. The feint eerie blue glow was hardly enough to light her fingertips, but it was setting Em's heart racing. Something was
happening. Something was near - Em just knew it.
 
 

Slowly the ring grew in brightness - soon even Em's arms and legs were cast in its eerie light. She pressed it against the wall of her cage and watched for the first time
the outline of the rocks and earth was illuminated as it slid by her.The vision was mesmerizing. Rock patterned with streaks and striations passing by
endlessly… She could hardly imagine how deep she must have already been…
 
 

Then suddenly, for a moment, there was no rock. There was nothing but open space. During that second the ring had flashed brighter - as if it had reacted to
something.It was only a moment, but Em knew what she had seen - she had passed through a vault buried deep in the earth.
 
 

A moment later she passed through another one. The ring flashed brighter and the endless rock gave way to emptiness… Em started clawing at the invisible force
field trying to break free. The room she had passed had stairs… She was passing through some kind of a subterranean city. She began crying out and banging on the
walls of her prison. The void gave way to rock and then back again to empty space.
 
 

A minute went by… then another…and there was no more empty space - just the sameness of the rock…
 
 

Em began to panic - her only chance at freedom come and gone… her only distraction from the monotony of her jail…
 
 

Then suddenly the rock gave way again. This time she was falling through a vast, vast room - a tremendous cathedral underground. Her ring flared up brilliantly - this
was the source.
 
 

Under its light Em could see great buttressing pillars curving up to the ceiling. She could see ornate stone pews lined up in the hundreds leading up to a stone altar.
She could see sculptures and designs carved into the ground.
 
 

She knew that she had to get out. Amidst her frantic thrashing she had a desperate thought - it was now or never.With singular purpose she gathered herself
together and strained to build enough focus to burst free. And with a cataclysmic yell she flung her whole body forward, putting the weight of her magic behind her.
 
 

The bubble burst.
 
 

She fell 10 feet from the air and bounced off one of the stone pews, banging her head and almost passing out - but she was free. She was free and she could
breathe. She knew that the worst was probably ahead of her, but after three days cramped in a spectral prison she didn’t care - She almost screamed in joy.
 
 

The air was drier and staler than anything she had ever breathed. It was almost like breathing dust, but at least it was breathable and that meant there was hope. She
had escaped the ravages of war and she vowed to herself right then and there - she was going to be free!
 
 

***
 
 

The room was tremendous. Em listened to her own footfalls echo as she timidly skulked away from the spot she had landed. Velrak's dead body was her marker,
slumped face down over a stone pew.
 
 

The pews were arranged in a semicircle centered on something far in the distance, but the room was so large and dark that she couldn't be sure what it was.
Nevertheless she groped her way towards it, using Velrak's ring as a dim source of light.
 
 

As she got closer she could make out a large stone throne set high on a series of polished stairs. The size of the room and the countless pews made it obvious that
this was once a very important place.
 
 

The throne was not empty. A decrepit skeletal figure still sat on it, its body crumpled to one side. Though most of it had rotted with age it still had a terrifying
demeanor. Its skull was obviously humanoid, but not quite human. Its eye sockets were curved upwards and several sharp horns and hooks protruded from the skull
like thorns. A tarnished golden crown still sat on its head, and though one of its arms had disintegrated with age, the other seemed to be in almost pristine condition.
It was clutching a long ornate rod, perhaps 4' high. Obviously something in the rod had the power to at least partially preserve its owner.
 
 

As Em looked at it she suddenly had the feeling that the skeletal king was not all-together dead. Something in the air, or something in the way the eye sockets stared
at her, told her that some malicious power still animated it, albeit weakly.
 
 

Her skin crawled as she felt it watching her. Without thinking she began backing away - and that's when she noticed it … dust was falling from its bones. Suddenly
she realized that it was trying to move. It was as if she had stepped on a hot coal - she scrambled back - terrified out of her mind. She had just seen a dead thing
move.
 
 

But in abject terror she could see that the creature was too old to stand. In a cloud of dust the ancient bones fell back into the throne, twitching helplessly in its
ancient seat. As powerful and terrifying it may once have been it had now weakened almost to impotence.
 
 

Still the power was there. The evil was there. Em could feel it. Although the creature could not stand up, although it could not move - it obviously meant her harm.
She could almost see it calculating, thinking, planning... Clearly it knew she was there.
 
 

In the eerie darkness of the subterranean vault there was a momentary struggle of wits. On the one hand Em fought to regain control of her emotions and to think of
a plan. On the other the lich king considered his options.
 
 

The moment passed and without knowing why Em knew she was too late. Something decisive had happened. She knew it with intuitive certainty. She turned to run
and that's when she heard it - something scraping in the distant darkness. At first it was little more that a muffled scratching, but in contrast to the deadness of the
vault the sound seemed horribly loud. Em knew something was coming for her…. Looking around her the one thing she didn’t notice was the conspicuous lack of
Velrak’s body.
 
 

Em ran in a blur, weaving recklessly between the stone pews without any sense of purpose or direction. In the near total darkness she crunched her knee hard
against one of the pews and stumbled, reeling from a pain, but she got up and limped on heedlessly.
 
 

The room seemed endless. No matter how far she ran she could not find a wall - for all she knew she could have circled back around in her confusion. Her throat
ached from the dry and dusty air and her sides ached with cramps but even so her ears strained to hear over her heavy breathing for the scuffling of her unknown
pursuer…
 
 

It was still there... louder now - an uneven, dragging footfall. It seemed to be right on top of her. Em took a few more half-hearted steps to get away, but in the
darkness she knew it was useless. Finally, pulling her wits together, she tried to remember the spell to create light – it had been on the tip of her mind from the very
second she had been banished by the mage.
 
 

“Illuminat!” she screamed, shoving her hand into the air. In response a tiny glowing ball of light shot out of her palm and arced into the air. The darkness melted
away in a 30’ sphere around her, illuminating, just at the edge of the shadows, her pursuer.
 
 

Velrak himself - his dead animated body – was ambling awkwardly towards her. His limbs seemed to be flopping forward as if on strings, his neck crooked
awkwardly to one side - a trail of dried blood and the pump of Lish's viscous stab wounds budging from his neck. His face was contorted in a grimace of tortured
pain - his left eyeball rolled back into his head and his jaws clenched tight. He was moving forward like a machine - unaware, undead. It was clear that the lich was
controlling his body - manipulating his limbs like a puppet.
 
 

Em yelped, stumbling head over heels on one of the pews. She scrambled up, her body covered with dust but he seemed to be right above her. In a blur she began
to run – that’s when she felt a cold, lifeless hand descend onto her shoulder, clamping tight. It was like a bad nightmare. Em screamed with all her might, kicking
violently and squirming. Another hand descended on her and soon the two fell forward, the dead, animated body trapping her under its weight.
 
 

Em screeched in terror as she struggled to get free from the pile of cold limbs that were clutching her and grabbing her. Somehow she managed to squeeze out and
get onto her knees, but something was holding her back - Velrak's hand was wrapped around her ankle like a vice. Slowly she was being pulled back, even as she
struggled to get free.
 
 

From behind she felt one of his clammy hands wrap tightly around her neck, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh. Em's eyes bulged out under the pressure. She
ripped at it, but his skin was like leather. It was impossible to breathe. Flashes of light began to swirl in her vision as she struggled for breath. She kicked her feet,
once, twice… Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw his free hand wind up and smash across her temple. In a flash she was engulfed in blackness...
 
 

***
 
 

She woke up on her back. She was being dragged between the pews. Velrak had her by one leg, pulling her across the dusty stone floor of the cavern. Em's head
was swimming. She could see the pews going by one after the other. The stone floor was scraping across her back. She was being dragged back to the throne.
 
 

Velrak dumped her in front of the lich king. Em rolled weakly to one side, her big blue eyes staring up him. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Not in her
wildest, most terrifying nightmare could she have ever imagined that her life would have led her into the hell she was in.
 
 

She was helpless. She struggled, but she could hardly move - Velrak's hands were on her again, gripping her neck and shoulders like iron shackles. He pulled her up
to her knees, holding her face down by her neck. She hovered there, face inches from the earth, ass in the air, feeling completely open and vulnerable. She waited,
unsure of what was to happen. From behind her there was a ripping sound and then, to her true horror, she felt something poke at her from behind.
 
 

     "No…Please…" Is all she managed to say before she felt the unholy thrust of Velrak's bloated penis bang squarely against her pussy.
 
 

"No! This is not happening… Uggg…. This is not happening,” She whimpered again and again as she felt the pressure build. Soon it was slipping inside of her -
tunneling slowly forward and squeezing inside. Velrak began to thrust, opening her wider and forcing more of himself inside. Her body was forced forward, her
breath squeezed from her chest. Just below her face she could see the iron boots of the lich king as she was rocked back and forth on her knees, her breasts
sweeping back and forth.
 
 

Her pussy felt cramped and stretched. He was all the way inside. His dick was buried so far inside her that she felt his wiry pubic hair grinding against her ass. She
squeezed her eyes shut in denial as she felt cold hips slap against her body. A dead man was fucking her. She could feel the lifelessness of it. The passionless
mechanics of it. Velrak's body was moving in fits and jerks - animated, but not alive - his movements under the control of another being.
 
 

In her tears she clutched the ground, her fingers splaying and tightening to each thrust. How long could it last? She had no idea. All she knew is that the thrusts were
getting harder and more animal-like. She could see her spit wetting the iron boots before her.
 
 

The pounding got harder and more rhythmic. She was being rocked back and forth - the full length of Velrak's penis slapping in and out of her.
 
 

Her fingers curled around the tip of the rod. Then for a brief moment she saw a flash of sickening white light. It was blinding and cold at the same time. Her heart felt
frozen from the mere thought of it. She had seen something though… Her fingers reached out again and clasped around the base of the rod. Again the flash of white
light.
 
 

She was looking at the room from a different perspective. She could see the details of the floor - the details of the throne. Everything was ornate and terrible -
bathed in an evil glory. She brought her gaze up - even as she was being pounded from behind. Her eyes fell on the lich king. Only now he was not so decrepit. His
face was a mask of evil. A think layer of translucent skin pulled taught over his features. His eyes were rotted yellowed balls staring down at her. She slowly realized
that she was looking at the king as he was in his own dimension. Somehow the rod was letting her look into another plane of existence.
 
 

But there was more than just him. All around the room there was malicious spirits. They were everywhere - thin tendrils of energy slowly appearing and disappearing
into the darkness - almost too old to be exist even in their own plane. All had their sites set on Em. She strained to look behind her at the thing that was assailing her.
Velrak's hands were clutching her hips, digging into the soft flesh. His penis was stiff with dead blood, rock hard as it tunneled into her body. She could see that his
flesh was a battleground of spirits, each fighting to gain control over him- animating him. Tendrils of uncoordinated energy sparked along his nerve paths, burning out
synapses, polluting and transforming him. His brain seemed to flicker with evil spirits, his biology rotting and transforming into something putrid and otherworldly.
 
 

The process was quickening. She could see a silent power building in him, growing with each thrust. A blackness - cold and dark - building in his loins. She could
feel its potency - an undead energy. In contrast she could see her own form - brilliant and terribly alive. Living energy seemed to pour from her body in every
direction - radiating outwards in a cauldron of life. Sweat, breath, heartbeat, blood rushing and pumping - she seemed to be a cacophony of noise and energy. In the
light of the rod her very life energy seemed sickening. She could see and feel the hatred of the undead. But worst of all was the power in her womb. It was too
brilliant to even look at. In her womb there was energy so strong that it was scary.
 
 

That is when she realized what was happening to her - what the lich king was intending to do. Velrak's body was thrusting into her - the dead tube of his penis aimed
right at her womb. Behind it, collecting in his balls, animating the dead sperm, was all the putrescent rot of the undead world. They did not intend to just kill her. They
did not want merely to humiliate her. They wanted to posses the power of her womb - to pollute it and conquered it.
 
 

Velrak's dead body jerked forward faster and harder - his weight absorbed only by Em's bent-over body, his dick tunneling down into her womb. Em began to
struggle anew. She felt his movements grow more uniform - more sex-like - and she felt her body stretching to accommodate him.
 
 

The thrusts grew faster now - almost to a blur - and with it Em screamed in denial. She tried desperately to disengage herself from the tube that was deep within her
body. But suddenly the movements stopped. Velrak pushed forward, jamming his hips up against Em's ass. With a gargling groan he began a weird half-pumping/
half-weaving motion. Em screeched - she could feel the first blast of his icy cum spurt inside her.
 
 

"Oh god..no…" She moaned as she felt her insides catch on fire with the unholy presence.
 
 

More sperm was being pumped inside of her - spurt after spurt. Em felt her vision clouding. It was happening…. It was really happening...
 
 

She clutched the rod again tightly in her fingers, immersing herself in the cold white light of the negative plane. It seemed that their entire world was on fire. It was a
moment of triumph as loud and energetic as a lightening storm. Behind her she could see evil energy swirling and pouring into her. They had total access. She could
see them invading into her. Darkness seemed to be growing inside of her womb. She could feel it. She could feel tendrils of energy snapping at her mind - dark
thoughts entering that were not her own. She was being taken over - possessed. But with it the pleasure grew.
 
 

Em's body began rutting back against her will. Her hips began twisting and pounding back against her assailer; her legs spreading and opening, her waist lowering,
stretching for an angle - aligning her womb for the greatest impact.
 
 

Em tired to control herself but it was no use. Things were inside her - spirits that were not her own.
 
 

Velrak was still pumping, cum nearly depleted - but the real blast of power seemed still to be inside him, a cold white energy gathering for the final spray into Em’s
body. And then his thumbs were on her ass - spreading her cheeks wide apart. All at once Em felt him slam hard into her pussy. With a sudden gush all the energy
blast forward.
 
 

All around the cavern there was an unearthly screech - high pitched and ear piercing.

Em’s body began shaking, a low gurgling moan escaping her lips as her consciousness melted back to the point between her legs where the ethereal energy was
entering.Something was happening to her – the pleasure mounting. There seemed to be a white hot spot in her brain that was going to burst. She could feel the
unholy cum burst into her body - shooting form Velrak's dick right into her womb. She screamed – half in terror and half in pleasure, but the sound of her voice
seemed to grow higher in pitch until it too resounded with unholy energy. For a moment Em’s eyes flickered with a ghostly white light…And then it all stopped.
 
 

In the confusion the lich king's body crumpled forward over her - clattering in a pile of dust and broken bones. At the same time Velrak's body also dumped
forward, collapsing lifelessly over Em, his dick still buried to the hilt inside her pussy.
 
 

For a long moment there was complete stillness - nothing moved. Then, almost imperceptibly, Em's young pink body shifted under the pile of bones and flesh.
Consciousness seemed to trickle pack into her like a tiny stream. She felt half frozen, but she knew she was still alive. It took a moment to realize where she was, but
then she saw the Lich kings boots and remembered…
 
 

What had happened? She had no idea. Everything seemed fine – there was no fear left in the hall - no more spirits, nothing. The place seemed clean. Looking down
she realized she was still holding the Lich king’s rod, ripped free from his dead fingers. All she could figure was that in her frenzy she had wrenched the rod from the
king's hands and in doing so saved herself. In the final moment she had bucked and jerked so hard that she had taken the source of his power right from his lifeless
fingers.
 
 

Finally she stood up, untangling herself from Velrak's body. His wet penis plopped out of her and fell lifelessly to his side. He was dead again - spent. She tried not
to look at his lifeless body - too freaked out by the thought that it had been raping her only moments before - animated from the inside by ancient unknown spirits.
Finally she managed to stand up on wobbly feet. With the rod in hand she surveyed her surroundings…
 
 

Slowly the truth of her situation struck her. She was out of the bubble. She was out of danger. She was the master of this place now…. A place ancient and
forgotten… She had plenty to explore and a whole forgotten world to learn. She had truly embarked on her quest for adventure.What’s more…She felt
powerful.
 
 

With a sweep of her hand all the torches on the walls burst into flame.
 
 

<><><>
 
 

It was nearing nighttime as far as Lish could tell and she was cold. She hadn't eaten in almost three days. The creature that had been keeping her captive was gone.
It had left suddenly, simply walking out and leaving her alone. It wasn't until a day later that Lish realized how utterly dependent she had been on it. It not only
provided food and warmth, but also something living to focus her energies on. Now, suffering alone for three days, she would almost do anything to have it back.
She lay curled in a tight ball on the little patch of fur and shivered. Her skin was blue, her breathing labored and uneven. She hadn't even moved at all in nearly three
hours. She thought that she would have welcomed death when it came - but now that it seemed inevitable she was frightened. There was no glory in dying silently
and alone in a frozen cave, never even to be discovered or honored.
 
 

Slowly night came and the temperature began dropping even lower. Lish began fading in and out of consciousness. She knew she wouldn't survive the night if she fell
asleep.
 
 

***
 
 

"Drow yoja itda!" a voice intoned from somewhere far away. Lish couldn't be sure if she was dreaming or not - she was too cold to even open her eyes.
 
 

"Ya - Drow. Drow yoja!" Someone answered. Several men seemed to be laughing.
 
 

Something grabbed her chin. It was lifting her face. Slowly she tried to open her eyes.
 
 

A man was looking at her; his face was only inches from hers. His thick black beard had ice crystals frozen along it. His rough gloves were pinching her cheeks
together. He was examining her. His fingers were prying one of her eyes open.
 
 

Lish tried to open her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. She couldn't even feel her body… She really wasn't sure whether she was dreaming.
 
 

The man dropped her head and began to laugh.
 
 

"Sarra isso!" He said.
 
 

Another face drew close to hers. It was another man, maybe a few years younger, but with similar facial hair. He grabbed her face and examined her too. Then he
began to laugh.
 
 

Something was being shoved into Lish's mouth. It was the end of some kind of a wineskin. They tipped her head back and forced liquid into her mouth. It was thick
and bitter. She tried to swallow, but her throat muscles refused to move. A gloved hand closed around her neck and began to massage it down.
 
 

It burned. It burned badly.
 
 

Suddenly Lish began coughing and retching. Her entire body was on fire, spreading from her throat and chest down across her arms and even her legs and toes.
Tears began dripping from her eyes, snot pouring from her nose. She had never felt so terrible in her entire life. Her head felt like it was crushed between rocks.
 
 

She sat up abruptly, pushing a man's hand off her face. She felt like she was going to puke, but nothing came out. All she heard was laughing.
 
 

Finally she managed to look around.
 
 

She was in the cave - ice was everywhere - but there were people, real living people! They were all around her, looking down at her. It wasn't a dream! The thought
almost made her scream with joy. Six men were crowded inside her shelter. They were covered in fur - they had gloves and boots and pelt hats and scarves… Just
the sight of warm clothing made her heart lurch. She had been almost naked for nine days in an icy hell and she had almost died and now there were men with warm
clothing all around her!
 
 

Her voice cracked as she began pleading… "Please help me…I am so cold… I've been here for weeks… There has been nothing but fish… I…help me…"
 
 

The men looked down at her and continued laughing - obviously they couldn't understand a word she said. One of them grabbed her roughly by her arm and lifted
her to her feet. All Lish could think about though was the way his thick glove felt on her arm. She immediately collapsed against his body, pressing her naked skin
along the length of his fur-covered torso and chest. Even her wobbly legs instinctively wrapped his - just to get warmth. The men laughed, looking her up and down
shamelessly. The man she was clinging to passed her to another man and she clutched her body around his as well.
 
 

She struggled as they tried to pull her away again, but this time one of them was wrapping something around her. She began to cry in gratitude; it was the youngest of
them. He had taken of his coat off and was draping it over her shoulders. Her fiercely independent Drow eyes became almost doey. The boy led her towards the
edge of the cave and left her there. Then he began preparing the shelter with the rest of the men.
 
 

Lish watched with unbound emotion as each man worked with practiced ease to transform the dismal cave into a viable camp. A spell was cast on the entrance to
create a translucent barrier that blocked the wind. Two of the men began to build a small, smokeless cooking fire in the center of the enclosure. Another man began
casting some kind of spell that was melting a large pool of ice in the back of the cave.
 
 

What really killed her though was when one of them began ripping the fur mat that Lish had spent so much time on out of the snow and ice. She watched with a dull
sense of shock as a large smooth box was revealed under it. The boy pulled the lid open with a sturdy yank and began taking out a large store of blankets, food and
other provisions.
 
 

"Oh my god…." Lish squeaked, barely able to stand on her feet. She took two steps forward, almost on autopilot, as the full implications of what happened hit her.
She had been shivering and dying right on top of a store of provisions that would have changed her entire life. An animal had even fucked her on it. It was almost too
much to take.
 
 

Then she looked outside.
 
 

The creature was there, dropping off fish and whimpering like a dog. The very same creature that had so thoroughly vanquished her was sitting right there outside the
cave and nobody cared! One of the men even walked through the shimmering membrane at the entrance and picked up the fish the creature had brought. He said
something to it softly and scratched its fur. The creature whined affectionately and curled at his feet like a huge domesticated puppy.
 
 

But none of that mattered. The only thing she cared about was getting warm.
 
 

Twenty minutes later one of the men approached her - it was the man that had first found her.
 
 

"Ya, Irrona!" He commanded.
 
 

Lish looked up at him from where she was sitting but didn't move. She felt delirious. The drought they had given her had worn off and the coat she was clutching to
her body felt too thin. Deep shivers wracked her body and she felt a splitting pain deep within her head.
 
 

"Ya! Bali Irrona!" He commanded again, reaching down and grabbing her by the arm. He forced her to her feet and began to drag her towards the back of the
cave.
 
 

He began to remove her coat. At first Lish struggled, but then she saw what he was trying to do - there was a small, steaming pool of hot water cupped in a bed of
rocks right at her feet. Somehow they had made a bath for her.
 
 

She looked at them in disbelief, but the man signaled for her to get in. Shivering and clutching him, she let him take off her coat. Her perfect body was once again
revealed to the group. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and smeared with dirt, but still breathtaking. Slowly he fumbled with the latches of her short leather
tunic- it had been her only garment since Shenor. It dropped to the icy ground with a clunk, revealing her beautiful ass. Lifting her off the ground he began to
lower her into the hot pool.
 
 

The water felt unbearably hot against her skin. It was so hot that at first she even struggled to get back out into the cold, but the man simply held her body down,
completely submersing her to her neck. She thrashed, gasping for air, as the overwhelming shock of warmth penetrated her skin. Her very bones began to throb with
pain. It seemed that stars were exploding in her sight. The next moment she felt the wineskin being shoved in her mouth again and the familiar taste of the black
syrup. Soon her body was beginning to burn inside and out. The world was becoming a red haze of steam and ice. Then someone was scrubbing her down -
something rough and scratchy was being scrapped across her skin, cleaning off weeks of grime and sweat. Parts of her body that had long been numb started to
tingle and throb.
 
 

For the first time in weeks she began to feel warm. That is when the man pulled her out of the bath water and laid her flat on her back on the same coat that she had
been wrapped. Her body was steaming in the cold air like a freshly boiled hot dog. The next moment he lowered his pants and crawled on top of her.
 
 

Lish was too grateful to even begin to resist; instead she clutched his body against hers as he fumbled to position himself between her legs. Her arms and legs
clamped tightly around his back and the next moment she took a sharp breath as he thrust forward and penetrated her. Lish closed her eyes and gave herself totally
to the incredible feeling of being in contact with another human being - of being warm again - of being saved. In fact she clutched him so tightly that he had a hard
time moving at all.
 
 

He pumped in short, awkward thrusts; his pelvis plastering against hers, bouncing and moving around as his knees fought for purchase on the slippery ice. Lish was a
pincushion of emotion. To her all that mattered was that she was saved. She was no longer alone. How she had dreamed for this moment! She would have given
anything and everything for it.
 
 

The man was surprised to feel Lish's wet mouth clinging to his neck. The drow was kissing him - her wet mouth opening and sucking and nibbling on his neck. He
felt her hands descend lower off his shoulders and clutch the small of his back, intertwining with her legs, guiding him into her with urgency.
 
 

Lish's head began to swim. She was vaguely aware that the other men were watching her, but she didn't care. The feel of another living body - an intelligent,
conscious being against hers was overwhelming. She began to draw him in quicker into her body. Her eyes fluttered and from an upside down view she could see
the men looking at her, she could smell food being cooked, she could see the icy roof of her cave, she could see the creature sitting out in the cold - all if it began to
blur together.
 
 

"She was saved!" The thought blasted through her mind over and over again. The happy thought almost like an orgasm.
 
 

She began to tear at the man's heavy fur coat - she wanted to feel his skin against hers before she came for real. Suddenly she was so close that it was
overwhelming. She began to try to pull it open, her fingers clutching the fur and tugging, but it was too late - she was going over the edge. Her head tipped back, the
world and all the ice swirled faster and faster and suddenly her nerves were popping and throbbing with pleasure.
 
 

She groaned loudly, her mouth quivering and her whole body shaking. It felt so good to be fucked that she began to babble.
 
 

"Fuck… fuck….yes….."
 
 

The man's thrusts abruptly increased in tempo. He strained to get some room to move his hips, but Lish was clamped on too tightly, so instead he ended up
slamming her whole torso up and down with each thrust. In a moment he straightened his arms, drove his hips forward and came.
 
 

"FUUCK yes…" Lish groaned, feeling the man spurting inside her.
 
 

A few minutes later the man managed to untangle himself from Lish's grip. Lish lay on her back, naked and panting lightly. With an eerie smile on her lips she
welcomed the next man on top of her.
 
 

After the second man had finished she was led away from the pool and towards the fire. Three sizzling fish were cooking on a small iron rack set over the flame. The
men had marinated them in some kind of thick red paste. In a separate pot some kind of grain was bubbling slowly to tender perfection. Lish's eyes nearly fell from
her head.
 
 

The oldest of the group, perhaps 37, was tending the food. He had a thick black beard and strong manly features - the same man that had first found her. He
emptied a shot of liquor in one swig and signaled for Lish to come over. Lish walked up to the man, standing before him naked. Her beautiful black skin was
beginning to shiver again in goosebumps. Slowly he pulled her down until she was kneeling before him, then he unstrapped his belt. Lish did not need any explanation
for what he wanted. Without hesitation she pushed away his hands and finished unclasping his belt. In a moment she had his pants around his knees and her mouth
around his member. These were her saviors – the answer to her prayers – and she was determined to give him as much pleasure as her skill allowed.
 
 

It wasn't long before the fourth man took advantage of her swaying hips to enter her deeply from behind. Lish found herself double penetrated, kneeling next to a
fire, surrounded by living people, the smell of food in the air… It was all so unbelievable for her - she had been alone for so long that she felt nothing but gratitude.
She buried the leader's dick deep down her throat and groaned. Slowly her hips began rocking against the man behind her.
 
 

As the pumping got harder Lish had to clutch the legs and knees of the man in front of her for support. She could feel her breasts swinging under her, her ass
reverberating from the shock of each thrust. Someone began playing with her clit - the man behind her had reached around and was stroking it. She moaned
gratefully into the dick in her throat and began pounding her ass back faster, straining to match his rhythm. Soon it got so quick that she was doing little else than
vibrating her ass cheeks. As she struggled to keep up the insane pace she felt the bulge in her throat inching deeper and deeper, but she didn't care - she realized that
she was too close to going over the edge herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as the pounding got even faster. Her knees hurt from kneeling but she pounded back all
the same, harder even. Finally she buried her face fully forward and screamed - only vaguely aware that she had just completely deep-throated the man in front of
her.
 
 

She held on for dear life as the pounding continued - her mouth open around the invader in her throat, her hands clenched around his legs, her ass arched up open
for entry, but she was cumming. A few seconds later she felt the man in front of her cum, sending his sperm into her mouth in quick blasts. She held still,
overwhelmed with cumming and swallowing at the same time. In the firestorm of cum and emotion the man behind her reached his peak and slammed himself home,
sending a torrent of white cum into Lish’s clenching womb..
 
 

By the time it was over Lish was utterly exhausted. She looked up weakly at the other two men, wondering how she would manage them, but to her surprise neither
of them made any attempt to take her. Instead someone threw a coat over her and pushed some food in front of her. With trembling hands Lish took the first bite of
warm food since before the war at Shenor.
 
 

**** AYA ****
 
 

There truly was a heap of mangled bodies at her feet. Aya and her elven friend fought savagely. Wave after wave of men rounded the corner and one after another
they fell to their blades - but it was only a matter of time before Aya and the elf were overpowered. Word of their presence must have traveled because what had
been at first a mad rush to subdue them slowly became a more cautious advance… Six men rounded the corner, swords drawn, shields high, slowly marching
forward in tight formation. Another group of six approached from their rear. They were all wearing the same standard identifying them as from the same unit. They
were not grinning stupidly like the other men had been - these were trained war veterans.
 
 

Aya and her friend stood back to back, sweating, their arms and faces covered in blood. Aya was so exhausted that she could hardly lift her mace. They watched
this new challenge approach with the dread of certain defeat.
 
 

"It was a noble fight…" Aya said s they both backed up towards a brick wall. The soldiers stepped over their dead without looking down or breaking formation.
They approached closer and closer until they were only 10 feet away, surrounding the two young women in a semicircle against the wall.
 
 

A grisly middle-aged man stepped out from between his men. Although he had no adornments of rank he was clearly the captain. "You fought bravely." He said - his
voice gravelly and full of command. "But your situation is hopeless. Now drop your weapons and bear what it is to be a woman…"
 
 

There was a long pause as the two groups faced each other. Aya's eyes swept over the men before her. Each was strong and grim - faces painted in charcoal and
sweat. Some held crossbows with iron tipped bolts pointed at her. She could see one or two minor openings in their ranks - perhaps an opportunity to take out one
or two of their men in a brief spastic battle, but the captain was right - it was hopeless.
 
 

But even as she debated her next move in her mind the elven girl next to her acted. Slowly she dropped her weapons - letting her sword clatter to the ground.
Unarmed, she stepped forward into the mass of soldiers, letting herself be swept away into their grasp.
 
 

"Life is too sweet to meet death yet…" She called back to Aya as she was pulled away. The hole in the semicircle quickly closed and Aya was left alone at its
focus.
 
 

Aya looked back at the crowd. The men were eyeing her like wolves - appraising her from head to toe and imagining what she looked like under her armor. What
did it mean for her to put down her weapon? She would certainly be taken to their brothels - and what did that mean for a priestess? She swallowed down her fear
and made her decision - almost unbelievably to herself she dropped her mace.
 
 

"Go easy on me…" She said stiffly as the men quickly stepped forward and seized her by the arms.
 
 

What followed was a haze. Aya saw her mace being kicked away by a soldiers boot. Her holy symbol, still warm with just-used power was lifted over her neck and
stuffed into someone's deep pockets. Then she was pressed up against the wall as men's hands quickly worked the straps and buckles of her armor loose. But
perhaps hardest of all for her to deal with was the injury to her pride - as soon as she dropped her weapon, as soon as the threat was gone, she became to the
soldiers just another woman out of thousands in the city. The captain had immediately begun barking orders: The men were to clear away the bodies of the fallen, the
men were to deal with another group of elves that were causing trouble a few blocks away, The men were to search the alley to see what the women were guarding
(that last command she heard with some alarm). Her importance in the scheme of things seemed to have evaporated. Aside from the two men that were undressing
her, the other soldiers seemed to have been assigned elsewhere.
 
 

Her attention was quickly brought back to her own predicament as she felt strong hands tugging her breastplate over her head. With some effort (it was heavy) the
men managed to wiggle it up over her shoulders and let it drop to the street - the brazened eagle etched into the front facing up.
 
 

There was an involuntary pause by all the men as they stopped to see what had just been revealed. Aya was standing alone against the brick wall wearing nothing
but a white cotton chemise and white panties. The material was so soaked through with sweat that it had become translucent, clinging to her athletic body and
showing through the outline of her magnificent breasts. Aya trembled slightly, standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her knees squeezed together. No
man had ever seen her undressed. Without a word the men sensed that they had uncovered something holy and precious - the fierce fighter that could only be
subdued by twelve men now seemed as vulnerable as a newborn chick. Aya trembled as she looked back at them - her eyes still too strong to break their gaze.
Steam rose off her flushed skin and strands of blond hair were matted down across her forehead, but her bright blue eyes were wide and alive as she waited for
what was forbidden to her to finally happen.
 
 

Her attention was momentarily distracted by a sharp feminine squeak from her left. It was the elven girl who had fought with her. She was pressed against the same
wall as Aya, only some fifteen feet away. Her legs were wrapped loosely around a man's waist. He had just penetrated her - his clothing bunched around his ankles
as his hips flexed forward. Aya and her assailers were transfixed for a moment as they watched the soldier begin to rhythmically drive the elven body against the
wall.
 
 

Then the attention was back on Aya. Her beauty was almost too intimidating for the men. Who would be the first? Who would be man enough? A bit of shifting, a
bit of shuffling between the men and finally Aya was face to face with the man who would take her virginity.
 
 
 
 

***
 
 

She looked at him closely - evaluating his features: Strong, bristly jaw; dark active eyes; thick eyebrows; medium build - anonymous. A man that she would never
have dreamed of - a man that would never once have crossed her mind - but as she watched him she knew he would be the first.
 
 

Luckily, almost thankfully, he seemed to know what to do (because she certainly didn't). He grasped her shirt and lifted it over her head. Aya let her limp arms rise
to let the sleeves come out. He discarded the garment off to the side, letting it fall over her armor, partially obstructing the eagle emblem that was a symbol of her
home. Aya's breath began to quicken, her nipples hardening as her chest was fully exposed. She was almost naked…. The thought that it was finally going to happen
to her began throbbing in her mind.
 
 

Her smooth sinewy muscles tightened over her flat stomach as she watched him being to roll her white panties down her almost impossibly long legs. The thin
material bunched and rolled as it swept over the seductive curve of her high athletic ass. Aya submitted to it weakly - the blood rushing to her ears almost going out
of control as she watched her soft pubic mound become exposed. She forcibly willed herself not to faint.
 
 

The man left her panties bunched at her ankles, stepping back to look at her exposed nakedness. She could almost see herself in the eyes of the soldiers - her white
flesh contrasting startlingly against the dark background of dirt and mud.
 
 

She was transfixed under their eyes - unsure of what to do or how to act. The roar of blood in her ears suddenly doubled as she watched the man begin to unbuckle
his belt - the sound the leather whishing through the straps of his pants resounding almost too loud in Aya's head. Finally his pants fell, revealing to her spellbound
eyes for the first time the source of her deep-seated fear and her almost overwhelming curiosity - a man's erection. To her system of belief it was unspeakably
dangerous… Timidly she recrossed her arms over her breasts, gulping down her fear.
 
 

She wanted to stare at it - study it - memorize it, but her conqueror shifted quickly forward, hiding it between their bodies, evidently embarrassed of his nakedness
before his friends. Still Aya felt it burning into her belly. She tried to grow eyes out of her stomach - her nerves straining to judge the length and girth - the warmth. It
seemed almost unspeakably hard to her.
 
 

She wanted him to hold still for a moment so that she could catch her breathe and think, but he was far too eager - almost clumsy. Even as she tried to get used to
the idea that she was going to give herself to a man he was grasping her thighs, lifting her up and pressing her back - opening her for his penetration. She found
herself trying to guess his length even as the object of her curiosity shifted down her body.
 
 

It was happening too fast. Something was blocking her legs from making it around his hips - then she realized her panties were still hooked around her ankles. She
shook one foot free and suddenly she was wrapped around him, large breasts pressed flat on his chest, long legs hooked around his waist, tight ass hovering just
over his straining erection. The roar in her ears was deafening. She felt him tugging at her arms and realized that she had been clutching him so tightly that he could
hardly move. Sex, apparently, required some degree of cooperation - some degree of submission by the woman… She tried for a moment to let her self submit - to
relax her arms and legs - to open, but then she felt his erection prod forward for the first time and she clamped down in a paroxysm of fear and lust.
 
 

The man wiggled and struggled, heroically shifting the panicky blonde to the right position.Aya bit her lip as she felt herself go into alignment - legs open, knees
hooked around his waist, back against the wall, chest flattened against his, raging hardness prodding her from below - just like she had seen the elven girl take it a
few moments before. She wanted to plead with him to be gentle…tell him that it would be her first time…. But she couldn't find the words as she hung around his
neck… She knew it was going to happen any second…. And then it did.
 
 

From below her she felt something piercing her - dull and uncomfortable - something tunneling into her. The man was thrusting forward, holding her still as he tried to
force himself inside deeper - evidently surprised by something - either the wetness there or the tightness of her virginity.But she didn't care what he felt or
thought - all she was concerned about was that she was actually getting fucked.
 
 

Her mouth became vampiric as she bit into the leather jerkin covering his shoulder. She closed her eyes as she tried to discern what she was feeling - to search for
some pleasure amidst the weird discomfort inside her.
 
 

She didn't know whether he was all the way inside or not. She didn't know whether he was big or average or small - skilled or unskilled. She didn't know if he was
doing it right or wrong. All she knew was that her back was rubbing up and down against the bricks, that her legs were coming hooked and unhooked around his
waist, that her breathe was coming out in spittle through her biting teeth and that her vagina, once smooth and forever closed was opened wide around his member,
clenching and unclenching with each thrust. She was only vaguely aware that she was making noises similar to the elf. Her consciousness had become disjointed -
one moment she was aware of the man's stubble on her neck, the next she was thinking about the way his hipbone was digging into her leg. Her life was becoming
too visceral - too animal-like. Suddenly her consciousness seemed to focus on a point somewhere just behind her eyes - her mind going into overdrive. The
pounding, groping, biting all colliding together into a growing, ticklish sensation somewhere in her loins. Was she going to cum? She couldn't be sure. Had she cum
already? Again, she couldn't be sure - she didn't know what it felt like to cum. But whatever it was kept getting better - an illusive throbbing somewhere in her guts,
or on the surface of her skin…
 
 

Then it all stopped. For a moment she didn't know what happened - her conqueror had stopped thrusting. He seemed frozen inside her - his muscles taut - an
expression of agony and ecstasy disfiguring his face. And then she realized that he was cumming - cumming inside her. The thought made her heart skip and her
stomach drop. She was being claimed - conquered - her body and womb defiled with his sperm. All she could do was hold on to his shoulders as he slowly weaved
and thrust his sperm inside her. Aya thought that maybe she could feel it - something wet deep in her womb. In her haze she looked over his shoulder and saw the
other men staring and waiting. They were staring at her as she was filled with cum, appraising her, looking at her as something they might fuck - and probably will….
 
 

The thought hit her - she was a sex object - an object like all the other women in the war - an object to be won - to be taken.
 
 

Her legs began to tremble as they clasped the unknown soldiers waist. He pumped and weaving slowed - he was finishing. The wetness inside her was growing
drastically as the torrent of his climax was released with his relaxing body - she could feel his member jerking quickly as it poured forth inside her.
 
 

She closed her eyes and let her consciousness melt back into her eyes. Sex. Fucked. Soldiers. Cum. Battle. Defeat. Legs. Dick. Arms. Breasts. Eyes. Sperm.
Thoughts flashed through her mind as she felt her insides pulsing along with the pumps of the man's dick. She felt like she was melting - that she was falling
backwards through the wall, through the floor. That the knots in her muscles were slipping loose - that blood in her temples was being drained through her spine.
Then all she felt in her entire being was a series of gentle, ticklish pulsing contractions in her womb - soft and pulsating like a wet sponge giving its water - washing
her mind with warm liquid. She felt her breath softly sliding from her mouth - the warm air slipping out of her lungs like a prolonged whisper. A warmth of red passed
over her vision.
 
 

A moment later she felt her legs coming undone. The man was sliding out of her and stepping back. She opened her eyes slowly. She was aware of the trickle of his
cum inside her - cum injected deep into her womb… Behind him she could see others just like him.
 
 

She had cum.
 
 

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Aya was on her back. She had been moved to an uncovered wagon. It had been used to sell fruit. Now her weight was crushing oranges and peaches as the tall
humanoid she had blinded squeezed himself inside her. She could feel the juice running down her back and mixing with the other juices there - hers and others. The
man sneered as he enjoyed his prize, looking down at her with healed eyes and squeezing her breasts as if they were more ripe fruit. Other soldiers walked by
languidly - the battle all but won. One stopped for a moment to pick a ripe apple from the cart from just behind her head. Aya could see a beautiful golden necklace
hanging from his neck, evidently the plunder from one of the ancient houses.
 
 

The man that was fucking her was huge. The biggest she had had. She hadn't cum again since the first time, and it would be humiliating to cum to this man, but she
wasn’t so sure she could resist – it had begun to feel good from the very second he had entered her. From over his shoulder she could see the last elven flag being
hacked down from the last remaining tower. Men were erecting a new one in its place. Aya closed her eyes and opened her legs a little wider, lifting her hips…
 
 

Five minutes later, from somewhere between the bruised fruit of the cart, a loud feminine groan reverberated across the courtyard.
 
 

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Note from the author:
 
 

Some people might notice that more than a year passed between publication of chapters 3 and 4…. I would like to note that I spent that year in horrible
metaphysical agony thank you very much.
 
 

Not a day would pass without “Finish Chapter 4” appearing somewhere on my to-do list. That’s a lot of unfinished to do lists! Chapter 4 hung over my head like college midterm, sucking the fun out of my days off. But as time dragged on, the original inspiration faded. I found myself straining to write about thoughts that no longer had any pulse left. What’s worse – and I think only other stalled writers can truly relate to this, I wouldn’t let myself daydream about other scenarios because I didn’t want to veer off track. So in effect I managed to freeze my imagination on some stale daydream I had two years ago. Believe me – it is torturous to have to masturbate about an old girlfriend when parades of new ones seem to be just around the corner. So, in some ways, getting ADM-4 out is a catharsis for me - I am finally free to let my dark mind delve into new, uncharted levels of kinky lust.
 
 

Until ADM-5 haunts me, that is….