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It's All in the Mind
« on: May 20, 2019, 11:44:24 PM »
Whole story with formatting and pictures can be found on my blog - https://johndrakeauthor.com/story-index/

Chapter 1

   Scourge of vipers writhing in her hand, soft, thin gown whispering, Kiira Reshan, Priestess of Lolth, prowled through the tunnels, annoyed to be here in the first place. Patrolling the tunnels… this was a duty for lesser priestesses. She was a high priestess, favored of Lolth, born of the high house Reshan, and she deserved better than to oversee a motley group of mostly males walking through the tunnels around the city, looking for intruders and slaying predatory animals as they passed through. It was beneath her… so Kiira was in an indescribably foul mood, trying to avoid the others for the most part, glaring at anyone who crossed her path. For the most part, the others… the lessers… stayed well clear of her. She always had a knack for striking fear into the hearts of those who displeased her, and these fools were no exception. Some trembled or appeared to be biting back tears, and even the sullen, fractious ones refused to look her in the eye. Enjoying their apprehension, Kiira at least had a cause to smile as she was stuck out of here.

   She stroked at her whip idly. The five long sable and scarlet vipers that made up the flashes of her Scourge twisted around her, flowing from the black handle in her hands. “Fools,” she hissed. Hissing softly, the five vipers echoed the cry. "Fools!" "Fools!" "Fools!" "Fools!" "Fools!" Hearing their voices made her smile… she was proud of her creation. Most priestess of Lolth in any kind of favor were blessed with a scourge… but hers was special. Most of them weren’t venomous. Most had a pair of snakes, or at most three. And none that she had ever seen possessed the kind of intelligence that hers did, and the power of speech to boot. She had crafted it herself, years in prayer and devotion to the Spider Queen, and her scourge was the sign of her dark goddesses favor.

   “Too quiet,” one of them hissed softly.

   Kiira stood still, peering around. It was quiet… even of the silence of the underdark. No rasp of clothing, no sounds of armor. She hadn’t seen one of the foolish males in long minutes, had she? Had they moved on in a way she didn’t expect? That would be annoying… and lead to a whipping for making her look foolish. Kiira stood in the darkness, the willowy female dressed in a gown of spider silk as she strained her ears.

   The attack came without warning. Not physical. That would have been something she could have fought against. No, instead the attack was a blast of energy directed right at her mind, a stunning blast of mental energy that made her reel. For most… perhaps for the rest of her party… that would have been that. But Kiira hadn’t won the blessing of the Spider Queen for nothing. She was a priestess of the highest order, and her will was iron. The blast of stunning thought staggered her, but she didn’t fall. Instead, she shook her head, shaking herself, free, and looking around for the threat.

   For a drow, the first thought was always another drow. By far the most dangerous foe any of them were likely to face was one of another, and Kiira had certainly made her share of enemies that would like to kill her, lesser priestesses that would cut her throat for a sliver of her glory. A second blast washed over her, but this time she was ready, drawing her will over her mind like an iron shield against a sword, and held against the onslaught. And in holding, she caught a mental glimpse of her attacking… a mass of tentacles flowing over a long, mishapen face.

   Kiira gasped. A mind flayer, an Illithid… this close to the city? What was it here for? For an instant, Kiira faltered, not frightened but disoriented. She had been taught of them, trained to face one, but had expected never to actually encounter one. They lived in the deep, miles further down that her city. Her city enjoyed a complex relationship with the mental monstrosities, one that mostly amounted to mutual blindness as they ignored one another. What was it doing here? 

   Kiira started to run. Not to flee. To make herself a moving target. "Do you know where it is?” she panted.

   "No," hissed Quas, perhaps the wisest of the whip vipers. "The monster has shielded itself from our sight."

   "Wonderful," the priestess hissed. The battery of mental images attacked her one after another… illusions beginning to slip through the cracks in her defenses. Cavern walls disappeared and appeared anew, the ground changed shape… and eventually when one particularly strong blast took her, enough energy slipped around her shields that she began to hallucinate.

   The monster conjured by her imagination was huge. A demon form looked something like a huge insect, easily twice her size or more, covered in gleaming black chitin. Kiira scowled at the monster. It might not be real… but it was in her head. It could really kill her. It stared at her through a huge mass of eyes, eyes exceptional beyond the point of deformity. The head behind the jagged mandibles was virtually nothing but a mass of bulging eyes, and a scatter of others opened here and there about the creatures shiny black bulb of a body. Its peculiarities notwithstanding, the monster turned right on her, charging at her on six skittering legs.

   She would kill the freakish thing. Then she wound find the mind flayer who had created it in her head and burn it alive. As she backed away from the charging monster, her slim, gleaming obsidian hands wove arcane symbols, holy to her dark god… channeling power granted to her. Dark, heatless flame leaped up from the ground and shot across the tunnel stone faster than a wildfire, blazing a path that led from herself directly to the monster. The black conflagration washed over the insect’s bladed feet. It should also have driven the many-eyed creature helplessly backward… but it didn't. The arachnid kept coming nimbly as before, which was to say, considerably faster than the best effort of a drow priestess.

   "The beast is shielded against your magic!" cried Rel, easily the least intelligent of her vipers and certainly the one most inclined to belabor the obvious. Kiira wouldn't have time to attempt another spell before the spider reached her, nor could she outrun it. Instead, she found a gap in the stone of the tunnel and dove for it, scrambling through the stone. It was horribly undignified, and she would have had to kill anyone who saw her shaking her ass in the air as she crawled away, but it bought her space. The creature was only real in her mind, but that meant it needed to obey the limitations of her mind as well… it couldn’t just phase through solid stone. It wouldn’t be able to fit into this small of a space. However, it wouldn’t buy her much time, either. It would dig her out, or crawl over the top of the pillar of stone and get her on the other side.

   Up close, it had a foul, carrion smell. Kiira knew that if she permitted the bug to pounce down on her, the monster would hold her down and snip her apart with its mandibles… tearing her mind asunder into screaming insanity. She sprang to her feet on the other side, catching the spider as it descended down at her, and swung her whip. The vipers twisted in flight to bring their fangs to bear. Those poisonous spikes plunged deep and ripped downward, tearing gashes in some of the demon's bulging, clustered eyes before yanking free. The organs gushed fluid and collapsed, and the serpents thrashed in joy. Kiira could feel their exultation through the mental link they shared with her… but it wasn’t much of a victory. The thing had plenty of other eyes, and the stroke had only balked it for an instant. It was still going to pounce.

   Thinking fast, Kiira cast another spell… this time directing it not as the insect but in the space between them. Shimming while light filled the space, and as it sprang at her, it slammed directly into the blazing wall. Praise be to Lolth, this magic was sufficient to have an effect. Blazing wounds opened on its body where the light cut it like a knife, and while it didn’t seem to feel any pain, it nevertheless thrashed, trying to find a way to get at the drow priestess through the barrier.

    "You could run now, Mistress," said Sivik, the first of the vipers she had conjured for her whip. "It probably couldn’t get free in time to chase you…”

   Kiira snarled in anger. “Nonsense. It, and its master, will pay for intruding here. Does it now know who I am! He has attacked my patrol, threatened my person, and made me look foolish. I will have my retribution!” Infected with her anger, all 5 snakes hissed furiously.

   Her eyes weren’t made to handle the sudden light in the dark tunnels, any more than the insect’s were. She had lost sight of it. Curse it, the monster had to be somewhere. She scanned the tunnels, keeping her whip at the ready. Yes, it had to be somewhere… but it didn’t have to be on the floor still. Not when if it could skitter up tunnel walls like its smaller kindred. Assuming the demon was clinging to the upper walls or ceiling it might have taken it a moment to shake off the shock of the flare and its ugly wounds, but surely it was creeping into the best position from which to leap down on its adversary. Kiira peered upward. The cavern here was fairly big, the darkness above deep… splendid disguises for the creature. If it was crouching on the ceiling, she couldn’t see it…

   She was taken completely off guard by another blast of paralyzing mental force. Damn it! In her focus, she had forgotten the greater danger. The insect was only an illusion… dangerous, but just the puppet of the real danger. The psionic blast of the squid-headed abomination sank deep into her mind, scrambling her thoughts, even as she saw the beast prepare to pounce on her from the ceiling. Another blast, and another, squirming through her psyche, dazing her, making her world go white…

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« Reply #1 on: May 20, 2019, 11:45:27 PM »
Chapter 2

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thud. Thump.

Dull pain. Everything was dark. What was happening? Where was she? Kiira's mind was numb. Somewhere in the back of it, she could feel a dull thud, but she couldn't focus on it long enough to figure out what it was. Everything hurt. Everything.

Whatever it was, it wasn't stopping. Her ears were ringing, her skull pounding, and it felt like somebody had tossed her body off a cliff. Something was shaking her pretty hard. She tried to move her limbs, but nothing was responding to her. Opening her eyes, everything was a dark blur, and her tongue tasted like ash.

 Thump. Thump. Thwack.

She felt groggy, exhausted for some reason. Kiira wasn’t even sure if she was still alive. That dull, pounding sound followed each rough jerk of her body, and as her senses were slowly returning to her, it was growing higher pitched, more like a wet slap. And it hurt, more and more…

Kiira let out a guttural moan as more and more feeling returned to her. Her vision cleared a bit, but all she could see was shades of gray in the darkness. Her arms and legs still weren't answering her, but she could feel stone underneath her, the smooth, sharp edges of the rock as she was rocked against it. Electricity coursed up her spine as more the numbness faded, and oh God! What had been a dull pounding was now a searing pain. It felt like her guts were on fire.

Her hips were up in the air, and something wet was slapping against her behind. No, her rump was what was wet. She was completely drenched in something. Sweat? Mostly, but there was more. She felt warm, hot even. Something was beating against her firm, cushy cheeks, leaving bruises across the round globes from the force. Her eyes opening wide, Kiira's red pupils dilated as she tried to remember where she was, how she’d gotten here. She groaned, gagged, and heaved, lifting her head and coughing up a thick, wad of white from her lungs. She tried to use her hands to lift herself up, but something was yanking them back roughly. Her knees were folded and pinned under her. Suddenly, she could feel someone's weight against her, something soft, warm, and slicked with sweat mashing against her spine.

"Oh, awake again, are we sister? I’m glad… it's so much less fun when you’re asleep."

Kiira recognized that voice, that hissing, raspy, growling voice. Her brother. But… she had killed him. Killed him as part of the power struggle between her and her sister Talia years ago… Why couldn’t she remember? Why was it all so fuzzy? The pain grew more intense as her mind returned to full consciousness. Something was pounding at her behind, and her asshole burned, forced to stretch wide as her opening was being used for something other than its intended purpose. A hard thick rod of flesh was scraping away at her innards.

Kiira screamed in fresh agony as her brain finally processed what was happening. The man… her fucking spider-shit stain of a brother, was raping her ass!

"I was getting worried you might not wake up. Afraid we hit you too hard. Not worried enough to stop fucking you, of course… but still. I was worried,” Karthas chuckled darkly into whispering into the priestess's ear as he viciously plowed her backdoor.

She was naked, disarmed completely. Her silks, her armor, her holy symbol… all gone. Sometime, perhaps while she was passed out, the drow man had stripped it all off her, freeing her tits to scrape against the stone. “Talia left you to me… isn’t that nice of her? Of course, she thinks your dead. No drow woman would ever LET a man do something like this, even to her mortal enemy. It might give one of us ideas. But you know what I think this?” He said as he continued to lunge forward into her. “I think what Talia doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“Get off me!” Kiira moaned. Why was she so weak? What had they done to her? Why was she so helpless to resist.

Karthas laughed. “You always were a tight-ass, Kiira. Glad to see it can benefit me eventually.” He groaned with pleasure as he gripped Kiira tightly around her wrists and yanking on them harshly, until the priestess was forced to arch her back, lifting her upper body off the ground so her brother could use her arms as leverage to fuck her harder. She really was so tight. Despite a health disregard for the pain he was killing her, it took a lot of effort to rape her… he needed to really work to squeeze himself past her clenched pucker. The hole resisting his advances more now that Kiira was awake.

Of course, that just made it a more pleasurable fuck…

Her body felt so weak, so exhausted. Why… how had she gotten here? The air surrounding them absolutely reeked of sex, the musky scent of Karthas's body, his lust and the scent of his cum feeling the air. Finally, belatedly, Kiira began to struggle. Sex between the drow was always a power struggle, always a fight. Especially between women, but even when fucking the inferior men. Now though… this was another struggle, a bigger struggle. No man could be permitted to do this to a woman and not pay with their life. “Kill… you…” she hissed. “Kill… you… for this…”

Her brother only chuckled. “And here I thought you already did.”

Confusion. “Wha-”

Karthas cut off her ability to speak by abruptly gripping her harm hard enough that his nails drew blood on her dark skin, yanking hard, and beginning to slam into Kiira as hard as he possibly could. Over and over, raping her ass harder and harder. With each thrust, Kiira's ass was forced that much looser, and her rapist's pace increased, reaming her forbidden hole mercilessly as her breasts bounced wildly from each impact, the sweaty dark jugs wobbling obscenely as she was pounded. It hurt. Goddess, it hurt. Kiira was screaming herself hoarse, occasionally succumbing to hacking coughs as her raw through gave out. To her shame, she just wished she could pass out again, to feel that comforting numbness overtake her and block out the pain.

The way he was pounding her, it hurt so bad she couldn’t even think to fight. She was too weak to escape, too battered and abused to fight. It felt like his cock was tearing her open each time it slid past her anal ring. Karthas was like a machine, ruthlessly pistoning in and out of her, driving his hips into her ass cheeks as hard and fast as she could… their bodies colliding into one another with enough force to bruise her perfect, smooth ass.

Grunting from the exertion and the tight sleeve gripping his cock, Karthas was building towards a load of cum to fill his screaming fucktoy. No words were spoken now. Just grunts of lustful, violent pleasure, and screams of pain… moans punctuated by loud smacks of flesh colliding and the lewd squish of her ass being stuffed full of cock. And then he came. Kiira screamed in fury and horror as bubbling cream shooting into her, filling her ass to the brim with disgusting, hot seed… and still he slammed into her over and over. He didn't ease up on his hard thrusting until Kiira could feel his disgusting jizz oozing out of her taut hole each time he pulled back, the viscous, white syrup spilling down Kiira crack and soaking her thighs.

For just a moment… just a single moment she wasn’t being attacked, wasn’t having her insides rearranged by a cock… and it didn’t hurt enough to stop her from thinking. This is wrong. This was wrong. Her brother was dead. She had killed him. And… and… she wasn’t in Menzoberranzan, was she?

Her head… her head!

Pain, Overwhelming, catastrophic pain. Worse than anything she had ever felt. It was like someone was driving a sword right into her brain. Goddess, it hurt! By Lolth, what was happening to her…

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« Reply #2 on: May 20, 2019, 11:45:44 PM »
Chapter 3

Sethis crouched over the robed form of the drow priestess in the darkness of the tunnel. Much as he hated physical labor, he had dragged her and the rest of the bodies to a secluded area of the tunnels, making sure no secondary patrols could stumble onto them. None of the drow were dead… Sethis had blasted them into a coma. They might wake up… eventually. If he let them.

The Illithid wouldn’t. They were food for him. He was going to need the energy for what he had in mind.

The drow priestess’s dress had ridden up as he dragged her, leaving her naked from the waist down. The drow female, the only one of her sort here, was a marvelous example of her species. Most would have stopped and stared. Sethis did not. His interests in the drow were very different. One by one, he had fed on the other drow, hollowing out their skulls and consuming their minds, adding their energy and their knowledge and memories to his own. Then, he turned to the reason that he was here.

Kneeling over the half naked priestess, his let his tentacles flow over her pretty skull. One, almost tenderly, brushed a lock of her white hair out of her face. As his did, his sensitive organs brushing over her temples, he read her thoughts, began to alter them, to lock her in a further nightmare, deeper, darker, more degrading. A hell her mind wouldn’t escape, that would keep her helpless and away from her dangerous magic. And as he did, something unexpected happened.

His cock began to grow hard.

Illithids weren’t born, traditionally. They were created. Each Illithid hatched eggs that matured in the central pool of a colony, to eat and fight and fuck until they matured. Then a mature one would be placed into the ear of a sentient being, beginning a process called ceremorphosis, turning the creature over time into an Illithid. Illithids, by nature, were genderless and asexual… but their original host bodies were not. Sethis’s body had once been a male drow elf... and a fraction of the original hosts mind and and memories remained in him. The vision that he was reading from the mentally tortured priestess turned on that male elf inside him still… a lot.

Sethis looked down at the unexpected hardness between his legs. Then he shrugged and parted his robes. So be it then. He was curious to see what nightmares the drow had that were worse than being owned by her brother…

———

Every one of the drow cities were dominated by female rule, as demanded by the worship of Lolth. In every single city, the men were second class citizens at best. Often, they were treated as one step above slaves. In a city of hundred thousand drow, no male could ever rank higher than 50,001st. In such an atmosphere, it was obvious that no drow female would ever sell her body. And given that even the lowliest of drow through themselves far above a lesser race, the females of most of the slave races were little above beasts to them. It could lead for a lot of sexually frustrated men.

But just because no woman would ever sell her body didn’t mean there weren’t options.

While strictly forbidden, most cities had a dark secret. Any female prisoner captured in a battle between drow cities were supposed to be ransomed back, or executed. But occasionally, one managed to get on the bad side of the one of the capturing overlords, or she would be greedy enough to risk discovery and sell her. And most city had a brothel filled with these captives… unwilling female prisoners of war. The mothers of the city knew of its existence, of course… they didn’t sanction it exactly. And yet… it was a way to let the males vent, a source of income from prisoners… and a reminder to their daughters why it was important to keep the men in their place.

In Faelis, the drow had always had a saying among the women… don’t be taken alive. Kiira wished that she had listened.

“Welcome to your new home,” the guard mocked a he dragged the bound female through a heavy stone door. He shoved the drow woman down to the dirty, hard stone floor. It was cold on her tattered clothing, and her fall caused a pair of rats the escape from beneath the pile of straw she was obviously expected to sleep on and vanish between a crack in the wall. The room was empty besides a small hole in the corner, obviously the only luxury she was given for the necessary, and the four chains hanging from one of the walls.

The guard shut the door with a heavy thud, then walked over to the wall he had tossed her against, grabbing one of the chains. She was too weak to resist as his strong arms lifted Kiira up, pushing her against he cold wall and fastening one of the chains around her wrist. The priestess was not trained to fight without her magic, had never trained with arms and armor, and her holy symbol had been taken from her, her magic stripped away. Still, she tried to fight… and for that, the guard slapped her across her face, hard. She collapsed further back to her knees, chained hand hanging above her head while her cheek burned. Then he crabbed her other hand and chained it as well.

Kiira didn’t make it easy for him. She kicked out at him. “Let go of me!” she spat.

“Don’t struggle, bitch,” the drow jailer sneered, and punched Kiira’s stomach hard with his fist. The drow priestess let out a pained cry and gasped for breath. She felt his rough hand grab face hard by the chin. He moved his face only few inches in front of hers. “Shut. Up.” He spat. “No one wants to hear your voice any more, priestess. The only thing you have anyone cares about is between your legs.” Kiira smelled his foul breath and alcohol. “Only sound I want from you is your screaming.”

Then he grabbed the front of her already torn and tattered dress and ripped hard, tearing a thick strip of fabric from her chest and exposing one of her dark, perfect breasts. She shrieked with a outrage as her exposed tit and squeezed it hard. “Damn… you’re going to make your first customer happy. But first, you need to learn your place.”

He stepped back… and raised a whip. She had had a whip of her own, a viper whip that she was very proud off. It was gone now… destroyed. The warrior who had defeated her had hacked the heads off… she had watched. Now the whip in front of her was just a cat of nine tails, no magical whip of snakes, but the memory hurt regardless. He raised his whip, and Kiira grit her teeth and closed her eyes, mentally preparing for the pain to come, determined not to give him any satisfaction.

Then it crashed down on her skin, and nothing could have prepared her for the blazing agony that flared up across her chest. Her determination abandoned her immediately for the sheer surprise of the pain. Kiira raised her voice in a pained cry as an angry red welt began to form right across her exposed breast. He had aimed well and Kiira was suddenly, painfully, aware that he would have plenty more tries to practice. The drow priestess saw saw him raising the whip again,  right before another stroke hit her chest, this time aimed for her other breast. Her worn, already ripped fabric tore like a spiderweb, and a new welt formed on her perfect, smooth dark. She screamed again, rattling her chains as she sought to escape her bonds against her better knowledge.

“Let’s get you out of those old rags,” he said with a sneer… then he whipped again. The pain took Kira’s breath away, the stroke aimed right between her tits and further down, ripping more of her dress away. He didn’t give her any time to recover. Again and again he whipped the captured priestess, whip descending on her tits again, hitting both, sending the fat, firm orbs bouncing. She hadn’t realized that she had started crying, but her vision was blurry. She would have probably collapsed if the chains weren’t holding her up. Her clothing was ripped and torn off of her, bit by bit, bruising her chest, her tits, her stomach, even her shoulders and upper arms. The cloth was all around her legs now, having been torn off and left to fall to the ground.

Then it finally stopped. Panting, Kiira looked at the guard, shaking her hair free from where it had stuck to the sweat on her dark face. Kiira hoped desperately that it was over… but her hopes were instantly crushed as the guard turned back towards the door, laughing. “Your first buyer will be here soon, priestess whore. Have a nice life.”

———

Kiira wasn’t left hanging in her chains for long. After just a few minutes, the door opened again… and the drow warrior who had captured her, who had beheaded her whip, walked in. Forgetting herself, Kiira tried to lunge at him, not thinking about how she was chained, not thinking about how much it would hurt her wrists. “YOU!” She spat.

He stood, sneering, in the doorway while she futilely struggled to reach him. “Of course, me. Did you think I wouldn’t pay attention to what happened to you after I captured you? It’s a tradition around here… the one responsible for capturing one of you sluts gets the first ride. Last time in your life you’ll be giving it up for free.” He stepped forward, catching one of her legs as she tried to kick at him, and slid between her legs, and in one swift moton shoved two fingers brutally into Kiira’s dry cunt.

“Ugh!” Kiira cried out in pain as she felt the warrior’s stiff fingers spread open her unwilling slit. “You can’t do this t-”

He slapped her, just like the guard had. Kiira actually bit her tongue he slapped her so hard. “My name is Reshan. Remember that when you’re whoring your body for the next two hundred years. Remember that, and know that it was me who did that to you.” The warrior unbuckled his belt with rough, eager motions, pulling a thick, hard cock out from his pants before grabbing onto both of her nipples and twisting hard.

It hurt far worse that Kiira had expected, the welts making it burn brutally as he squeezed and twisted her sensitive flesh. Kiira cried out. Reshan then grabbed onto her ass, lifting her up, raising her legs off the ground so that her weight was now supported only by her wrists and him pinning her to the wall. Then he rammed his hard cock into her. “NO!” Kiira wailed as she felt his hard dick begin sawing in and out of her snatch, taking her, raping her.

Pain filled her, from her abused tits, from her wrists and arms, but most of all from her mercilessly raped cunt. She wasn’t wet at all, and she had probably never been less ready or eager to take a cock. She tried to twist her body away or to push her rapist away from her, but her struggles did nothing. Her squirming and writhing just made her a better fuck, entertaining him as she was raped. “You like that cock?” Reshan mocked her. “You fit it well. A perfect hole for me to plow. You’re just like the rest of your bitches… made for taking cock. You’ve all forgotten your place,” he mocked as he bit at her neck.

Kiira wasn’t able to fight, wasn’t able to resist, not chained up, without her magic, with her rapist already between her legs. She felt miserable, hanging by the wrists and raped by one of the miserable males as his cock forced its way in and out of her, reducing the proud priestess to a piece of fuckmeat that could only whimper and scream as she was taken. She could feel every single inch of his hard, throbbing cock as it forced its way in and out of her dry, unwilling cunt, making her bleed, using her like the whore he had turned her into.

His teeth sank deeper into her neck where he was biting, her, drawing a bit of blood, leaving behind an ugly mark. “I’ll have to pay for that,” he said with a sneer. “But it will be worth it to leave you with a scar to remember me by. The first one to ruin you perfect, precious whore body.” He thrusted into her harder, shaking her tits with the force of it. “I know most of you cunt prefer the company of women. I’m going to rape that right out of you… fuck you until you can’t remember what its like to be fucked by anything but a thick cock.”

It was just so humiliating. Why had Lolth forsaken her like this? Tears streamed down Kiira’s face as she was banged into the wall again and again, crying out with each thrust into her sore cunt. “Stop it…” she eventually managed to whimper when his pace had decreased somewhat and his tongue was licking at her neck, “Get off me… you’re disgusting!”

The only answer she got was Reshan’s laugher, and an especially hard thrust into her cunt as he reached town to twist one of her nipples. “Is that what you think?” he mocked. “You’re the disgusting one, slut. I’ll prove it to you.”

He twisted her nipple again, paused, and then punched her in the stomach. Her breath left her in a rush, and her cunt squeezed on him clenching hard. “Drow women are all whores. Say it.”

Kiira’s eyes were wide. “FUCK YOU!” she snarled.

He didn’t seem surprised by he reaction. He certainly didn’t pause in raping her. His fist slammed into her stomach again, and some spittle flew from her lips as she did. “Drow women are all whores. Say it.”

“Stop… it…” she gasped out. He paused to twist her nipples again for a second, before punching her again, savoring her cries and her pain.

“Drow women are all whores. Say it.”

“NO!” She screamed. He punched again. “FUCK YOU!” she cried.

He slapped her across the face and punched her stomach again. “I can keep this up all day.”

“D… Drow…” she started, more tears flowing down her face. “N… no! Never!”

He punched again, and Kiira thought she felt something break. She screamed, but it was a pathetic thing, she had no breath for a proper one. “I can beat you to a pulp for all I care,” he mocked. “Say it.”

“All..” She swallowed, both her spit and what little felt like it was left of her pride. “All drow women are whores,” she said, and sobbed.

But then he punched her again. Her eyes went wide in shock. “I couldn’t hear you, whore! Louder!”

“All drow women are whores.” Kiira screamed.

“Damn right you are,” he laughed as he slammed himself forward into Kiira’s tight, warm pussy even faster and faster. He was clearly enjoying himself, fucking the vulnerable, hurting, degraded girl, her cunt clenching on him every time he hurt her. “Now, prove you’ve learned something. Say… I was born to be raped.”

Kiira felt like there was no strength left in her.

“I was… born… to… ugh, stop… to be…” Kiira slowly began to say, whimpering and groaning and the increased force of her rapists thrusts into her as he took her harder and harder. “To be raped!” she sobbed out. “To be raped! Leave me alone!”

The cell was filled with the wet slapping sounds of his cock as it drilled into Kiira unwilling hole, his dick seeming to throb in her to the rhythm of her sobs. Reshan twisted her nipples. “I. Can’t. Hear. You. Cunt,” he spat out one syllable at a time.

Kiira shook her head as his cock slid in and out of her rapidly, wanting to forget it all… she didn’t want to be here, she didn’t want this… she just wanted to go back to her city, go back home. “I was born to be raped!” she choked out, as loudly as her breathless body could.

Seeing the proud Drow priestess breaking into sobs over and over as she was degraded, feeling the tight embrace of her pussy wrapped around him, was too much. He grabbed her ass and slammed as deeply into her as he could. “Then fulfill your purpose cunt,” he snarled as he came. She wept as she felt his throbbing cock release wave after wave of hot jizz into her raped hole, and never once in her life as she felt so humiliated, so dirty, so… low. This soldier, this filthy male, had raped her… made her a toy, made her degrade herself for him. Made her powerless. That was what she hated most… she sheer helplessness of it all. Lolth…

“What a fantastic fuck you were,” Reshan laughed as he fucked her for a few most soft,slow thrusts to milk out the last drops of his cum before he pulled out, legging out of her. Kiira gasped with pain as she fell, her wrists abruptly holding her entire weight up, her legs too weak to catch her. A tickle of his cum was already slipping out of her fuckhole, slipping down her thighs.

Her head… god, her head…

This… this wasn’t right. How did she get here? The war between Faelis and Menzoberranzan had passed decades ago. And hadn’t her brother just been… no, no, her brother was dead. She had been… she had been on patrol. She had been outside the city, hadn’t she?

As her head throbbed, the room seemed to melt away, the brothel, Reshan, the chains, all vanishing. Because they didn’t actually exist. Because they weren’t real.

What was going on?

The pain in her head intensified, and she screamed into the void, helpless, senseless, agonized… and utterly lost.

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« Reply #3 on: May 20, 2019, 11:47:05 PM »
Chapter 4

The suffering of the woman in her mind did wonderful things for the drow who’s memories still lived somewhere in the depths of Sethis mind and body. The idea of the drow priestess being reduced to a whore was inspiring his cock to never-before-considered hardness. Leaned over the half naked woman, his dick rubbed against her bare pussy as his tentacles roamed over her face. Then he began to push IN to her.

Her nose, her ears, her mouth… his squirming tentacles began to push their way into all of them at once. Her skull would have stopped most things… but illithid tendrils were created for exactly this purpose.  Forming tiny points, he began to push it, the bone cracking without any pressure, enough to begin slipping into her head. He did the same in three places beneath her hair as well, bloodlessly opening up her skull, and slipping a dozen tentacles into her brain.

One by one, his tentacles sank into the soft tissue of her brain. He could have consumed the whole thing then… could have finished her right now. But he didn’t. Instead held his cock in his hands and began to push it into the priestess. Lust was an alien concept to him, but all the necessary emotion was contained within Kiira’s memories and those of the drow that was his host body. There was nothing that seemed more appropriate than filling this girl up with cock while he finished with her. It just seemed right.

Slowly he began to pump in and out of her. It was pleasant… but the Illithid didn’t much care about the physical pleasure. The real thrill for him came from the new memories and emotions her being impaled by his cock added to her brain. Sethis could taste them, could feel them… and he began to push his tendrils deeper into her brain, eager to taste what new nightmares her rape inspired…

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The drow had an… interesting relationship with Demons. Technically one of their number, the Spider Queen Lolth, the Bitch Queen of the Demonweb Pits, had numerous demons as her servants, and sometimes the Drow bargained with the fiends for goods and services. There was always payment though. Sacrifices. For most things, a sacrifice of slave lives would be sufficient, but often it requires more. Prime captives. Humans and Elves and other hated surface creatures. Those were required for more serious tasks.

Sometimes, though… sometimes they asked for a large favor. And for that, there was only one sacrifice they would accept. Drow lives. And not just any drow lives… a male, of course, was barely better than a slave, or a captive. A woman. A woman of noble birth. And every noble drow feared being called on… among their worst nightmare. They usually wouldn’t be told. They would have the fiend collect their own sacrifice.

And that was how Kiira had been chosen, ripped out of bed by a demon hand and dragged down through the floor like it was immaterial. Kiira, unsure of what was going on, waking in panic and surprise, screamed as she fell, down, down, down.

The demonweb pits were a huge inverted cone of webbing, stretching into infinity. The realm consisted of black emptiness with an acrid smell and giant spider web, and it was very hot, as if the flames of hell burned somewhere just out of sight, where their light could not carry. The webbing was covered in the corpses of monsters and demons and dead souls, trapped in the webbing and drained dry. Off in the distance, A black temple hung suspended in the web… the temple of Lolth herself, covered in a black effigy of the beautiful goddess.

Kiira’s legs were hopelessly tangled in the web already where the demon Ki'thy'lyx had dragged her, struggling for her life, pure terror filling the drow priestess. No bravado, no arrogance. She knew that she was screwed… that she was in serious trouble. The demon loomed over her, covered in black and red chitin… like a spider walking on two legs. Smooth and slick, he was enormous, and filled with hatred. Grabbing hold of a fistful of her white hair, dragging her head closed to him, striking her across the face with his other hand… drawing three scratches of blood across her cheek with his sharp talon. The strike would have knocked her down into the entangling webbing if he wasn’t holding onto her hair so tightly.

Dragging Kiira closer by her hair, the demon gripped the base of his slowly hardening cock in hisr other hand, guiding it towards his sacrifice’s prey's face. Ki'thy'lyx's palm had left a handprint across her cheek. Kiira ground her teeth together and clawed at demons’s hand trying to pry her hair free of its grip a few strands at a time. A bit of drow defiance flashed across her eyes. "If you even try sticking that filthy thing in my mouth, I'll bite it off!" She spat, glaring up at her captor with fury in her eyes.

"If I feel even a single tooth,” the demon hissed menacingly, its voice like a chorus of steam trills and insect calls all happening at once, “Then you will lose all your teeth. Ki'thy'lyx slapped Kiira's face with the slimy, chitinous cock. "I'll rip the teeth out of your mouth and use your throat for my cocksleeve until you choke. So think carefully before you make any rash decisions." The dark colored demon rasped furiously, her eyes burning like small embers in its skull.

Kiira didn’t answer, and as far as Ki'thy'lyx was concerned, that was all the co-operation the demon needed. The drow was barely half the demon’s height on her knees, her legs helplessly bound, but still the drow tried to turn her head away, keeping her mouth shut. The demon’s grip on her hair kept her from turning her head too far away. He rubbed her hand over her face, slapping her over and over with it. The moment her lips parted even a crack, the demon forced the tapered, pointed head of its cock past her lips.

Kiira readied herself to bite down, every instinct in the drow telling her to hurt the demon… but as humiliated as she was, she was more terrified, and she was terrified of what the demon might do to her if she resisted. She could feel that thick, ribbed shaft resting against her tongue, and the taste of it made her eyes water. The taste of Ki'thy'lyx's rough, ashen chitin, smeared with Lolth only knew what, seemed to steam on her tongue. The oily taste made her want to gag, and the taste burned on her tongue more the longer it stayed on her tongue.

Kiira's eyes welled with tears as she was forced to polish the demon’s prick with her lips and tongue, her mouth scooping out whatever foulness was stuck between the plates of its chitin. The demon growled, voice low and dangerous as Kiira was forced to take every inch of its cock, slowly hardening as the demon ground its armored pelvis into Kiira’s face, the priestess’s nose crushed against its belly.

Looking up at her hated foe, glaring at her through narrowed, angry eyes, Kiira did her best to swallow her pride along her the demon’s dick. Her head bobbing, trying not to retch from the bitterness of it. His large cock grew thicker as it hardened, her wet tongue increasingly forced to grind against her tongue. The veins flowing over and around the chitin were hot to the touch of her tongue, the demon’s molten blood flowing through them and giving her length that unbearably hot feeling in her mouth.

Before long, Ki'thy'lyx's tool had grown too huge for Kiira to swallow the whole thing comfortably, and inch by inch it slid back out past her lips, the wide plates of chitin forcing her lips taut and the whole thing glistening with her spit. The white haired drow strained, feeling like the sheer width of it might dislocate her jaw. Resting her palms against the demon’s thighs, she tried to use that for leverage, to push herself away from the demon before she choked on the thick, black spear. Ki'thy'lyx let her ease him back until just the pointed tip was still resting on her tongue, spitting out a fresh glob of precum for her to taste. When Kiira tried to pull back even further, Ki'thy'lyx leered a dark grin down at the drow, shook his head no, and fastened both his hands on the sides of Kiira’s skull, holding her scarred face steady. The captive drow looked up wide, crimson eyes, trying to plead for some speck of mercy with his gaze… but the demon just laughed and dragged her head forward, fucking his dick deep into her wet mouth.

It was barely halfway in and already Kiira was gagging, the tip jabbing at the back of her throat and making her convulse. She pounded her fists against Ki'thy'lyx's legs and tried to fight back, but the cruel demon just kept sliding her face forward, unstoppable, completely unphased by the drow woman’s resistance. The head was pushing inside of her throat now, the otherwise rigid, steely pole bending at an awkward angle to continue traveling down her gullet. The incredible girth of it forced the girl's neck to bulge slightly, making it look like she had an lump the shape of his strange cocktip sliding down her throat. The ridges scraped at her esophagus painfully and the veins burned, making it feel as though she was swallowing a newly forged sword whole. The killer tried to breathe through her nose, but her airways were completely blocked. She was going to suffocate to death on the demon cock and Ki'thy'lyx didn't even seem to care!

Just as her vision was starting to go dark around the edges, Ki'thy'lyx reversed course, dragging her heavy, misshapen staff back out. The ridges in the chitin scooped out Kiira's spit as they popped back out of her mouth, spilling her drool all down her chin and making a sticky, wet mess. Gooey strands of it tethering her lips and chin to various different bumps and ribs. Kiira sucked in air through her nose once her throat was cleared, trying to cough and gasp, but she'd barely had time to suck in a single breath before the demon thrust his hips forward, cramming his dick back down her throat. The scarred prisoner's gagging, constricting throat only squeezed Ki'thy'lyx's prick harder, sliding it down into her neck like it was a sleeve perfectly formed for the huge extra limb of a cock, coaxing even greater quantities of pre-cum from itand straight into Kiira's turning stomach.

Kiira was in a full fledged panic, certain she'd die if she didn't do something. Left with no other option, the drow did the only thing she felt like she could, and tried to bite down on Ki'thy'lyx's monstrous malehood... And nearly chipped a tooth on the chitinous rod. Kiira's eyes widened in terror, while Ki'thy'lyx's narrowed in amused triumph. The unforgiving rod was as hard as stone, the rough, almost scaly texture feeling suddenly more pronounced, like natural armor plating protecting the cock beneath. With Kiira’s teeth still locked around his shaft, Ki'thy'lyx just kept thrusting away, utterly uncaring, driving the chitinous ridges hard into Kiira's jaw. The ribs in the armored plates slammed into the gagging sextoy's mouth, clipping her teeth and nearly breaking them. The ringing pain forced Kiira to try and strain her mouth wider to avoid losing her teeth, while Ki'thy'lyx just moaned mockingly, briefly enjoying the way her clenched jaw had made a nice, tight barrier for her to fuck through.

Ki'thy'lyx's warning to the drow, Kiira realized, had been accurate… just not the way she had expected. If she tried to bite, those hard ridges in the armored chitin would rip her teeth out. Realizing just how helpless she was, Kiira sobbed, having nothing left she could do to defend herself.

Tilting his head back, Ki'thy'lyx gripped his victim's skull tightly, holding her head still on either side. Growling with burning desire and lust and demonic rage, he lunged forward, his pelvis pummeling the little cocksucker's face. All Kiira could see through her blurry, teary vision was the demon’s crotch pistoning towards her. The inside of her throat felt like it was being scraped raw, and her tongue burned, demonic pre-seed burning the inside of her mouth.

Ki'thy'lyx was deeply entertained by Kiira suffocating on his cock. Nothing could beat the sight of Kiira's purple-black lips slurping on his pole, sliding up and down her shaft as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Forcing her to swallow the entire length over and over, she ground her scaled nuts up against her chin, giving short, hard little humps to feel her sack slapping the woman. It was exactly the kind of payment he wanted for his aid to her mother.

The demon facefucked the suffocating priestess for what felt like ages to the drow, cutting off her air and relishing the way she gagged and squeezed the demonic cock with her throat muscles. Kiira's eyes rolled back up into her skull, and her face growing darker from its dusky hue at her oxygen was cut off. That site did nothing to inspire pity from the demon, however… it only inspired him to rape her harder. Kiira’s weak, exhausted tongue ground and rubbed itself against the thick shaft… desperate to make the demon cum before she died, focusing all of her effort on pleasing the cruel demon.

"Mmnf! Nnm, nmf mf mmmn!" The wretching, protesting sounds coming out of Kiira’s throat were too undignified to come from a drow noble, but they did anyway… any protest muffled completely by the demon’s thick cock in her mouth. Those protests sent the final vibrations coursing through Ki'thy'lyx's ashen cock, and that was the final straw that pushed the demon’s lusts over the edge.

“Take it whooooore,” the demon hissed in the chorus of whistles and shrieks, gritting its thousand teeth as he jackhammered the shaft down Kiira's throat, making her deepthroat every last pockmarked inch of the demon’s chitinous cock, balls erupting and spewing his load straight down the woman’s gullet. The demon’s molten, volcanic cum fired off in thick, powerful jets, pumped straight into Kiira’s stomach. The one saving grace for the raped drow was that she didn't have to taste any of it, though she could feel it filling her belly with its disgusting warmth.

Kiira's eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks as her face reddened from lack of air. Ki'thy'lyx was holding himself steady, lodged deep in the girl's throat until he was completely empty, but the flow of his seed seemed endless. The flood of cum was so overwhelming that even her stomach couldn't take it all, and it started to back-up in her throat, making her gag and try to cough. So much bitter, bubbling, rich, white jism rose like the tide in the back of her throat. Kiira gurgled and sputtered, overflowing and pooling underneath her tongue, filling her mouth.

She was going to die. This was the end. She was going to be just one more dead body in the Demonweb pits, wrapped in web, drowned by demon cum. White cream spilled from the corners of her dark lips and even gushed from her nose, coating her face in a fresh mask of cum. Beneath the sticky layer of white, her face turned darker still, and her lungs burned until it felt like they were going to explode, and her heart pounded in her chest, demanding air to keep pumping blood. Looking up at Ki'thy'lyx with a pitiable expression, she clawed weakly at her thighs, but the demon cared at all he was ignorant to her pleas.

Kiira’s eyelids fluttered even as her brain grew fuzzy, and her head pounded… and she knew. She remembered everything.

She remembered the Illithid. She remembered being captured, losing her fight. She remembered the rape by her brother, the rape in the brothel, the rape in the demonweb pits. All of it in her mind. All of it not real. She was dying… and she knew it. Her head burned. He was in her head, in her head. Lolth… Lolth, grand me power, set me free…

Then her oxygen ran out, and her vision went black.

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Sethis fucked his way in and out of Kiira’s cunt as the same rate that his tentacles fucked their way into her brain through a half a dozen holes. He didn’t need to hold her down, but her eyes were wide now… but unseeing. He fucked her like the drow in his mind wanted to, pounding her the way that he had always wanted to nail one of the snooty elf bitches. He could have eaten her mind then… and he might have even enjoyed that. He was enjoying the feeling of lust. The elf had her mind filled with thoughts of rape and sex, and he could have consumed they all, condemned what parts of her mind he could consume to a lifetime inside him, suffering through them…

But he had better in mind. He wasn’t going to kill her… he needed her. He had come all this way for her.

His inhuman, mishapen cock slammed into her over and over while her body convulsively spasmed as he raped her brain. She was gagging on the tentacle down her throat, twitching at the impulses his violent intrusion was inspiring, but it was all involuntary, nothing conscious. Her mind was elsewhere, trapped in some new hell. A slave having been thrown down to the goblins and orc slaves that filled the slave pens. Becoming a living condom for one of the shadow dragons that flew through the underdark. Being tortured by her goddess’s son himself, Vhaerun.

He didn’t care so long as she kept squeezing his cock.

One bit at a time, he began to eat away part of her mind with the precision of an artist. Motor function. Conscious thought. Logic and rational thought. Problem solving. All gone, all lobotomized away to feed her Illithid captor. He didn’t take any of her unconscious functions… including her subconscious, though. He needed her to stay alive. It would defy the point otherwise…

Groaning in an alien tongue, his tentacles squirming inside the new, hollow holes he had bored in her helpless brain, Sethis came… but not like a human. His cock swelled and then spat egg after egg after egg deep into her, piling into her womb… infecting her with hundreds of Illithid tadpools.

Normally, Illithids would reproduce at the pool of the elder brain… but he didn’t have a pool anymore. He was creating a new Illithid warren. They needed a new pool… and to do that, he needed a new place to store the eggs. It meant that he needed an environment designed to keep life alive… he needed a womb. And not just any womb would do. It would take a century or more for the pool to mature enough. He needed a womb that would survive that long with his eggs inside of it. A long lived woman. One of the drow.

Slowly, he withdrew from the raped priestess, both his cock and his tentacles. The holes in her skull didn’t bleed, or leak. Neither did the swollen, fucked slit between her legs. What was left of her dress had been ripped to shreds, however, torn against the stone below. Without a second though he took it off her, leaving her perfectly naked and never really bothering to think why he preferred it that way.

Her whip still writhed on the ground, but it was wild not… the psychic connection between Kiira and the whip destroyed when her mind was. He mentally blasted the snakes into submission. And then, idly, he grabbed the whip and shoved the handle violently into Kiira’s ass, letting it drape behind the priestess like a tail. He hoped that filtered into her nightmares… some parts of his brain were eager to see what other twisted fantasies of hell the priestesses subconscious could come up with as she was slowly bred for the next hundred years. Without a further word, he lifted one hand, mentally lifting her off the ground with psychic force, and began to walk off into the darkness of the Underdark, Kiira trapped in her own permanent mental hell of rape drifting along behind him.

END

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Re: It's All in the Mind
« Reply #4 on: June 08, 2019, 01:04:53 AM »
Omg this whole story is one of my all time favorites ever in the history of everdom!!!!! That was a beautifully written tale that any drow female would loath and any drow Male love. Jarlaxel would enjoy that  :fap: lol . Please write more of these based on the forgotten realms or dnd it is awesome and I will be sharing this link to my dnd group and book club. That whole story is so fucking hot!!!!

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Re: It's All in the Mind
« Reply #5 on: June 08, 2019, 02:48:06 AM »
Glad you enjoyed it! Drow women make some of my favorite fucktoys.

If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy threeother stories of mine, both loosely based on Forgotten Realms. First is The Vacant Throne, which takes place in an original fantasy world that nevertheless resembles The Sword Coast enough you will probably like it. Sword and sorcery and rape, oh my.

The second is Dark Ascension, which is basically the story of a very, very evil playthrough of Baldur's Gate where the son of Bhaal is trying to ascend as the new god of Rape.

The lastis End of Elves, which is... well, it's brutal, more brutal than I would feel comfortable posting here. It starts with a male-lead coup in Menzoberranzan, and while the world isn't a perfectly faithful version of Forgotten Realms, you will recognize a lot of the characters. Gromph and Quenthel and Nimor, just to name a few. Be warned, this story includes a lot of girls dying.

 

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