SPIRE OF TORMENT. CHAPTER 35: Mother’s Bond

Written by J-Cal

Wulfshn had not the energy to do much of anything when she was finally rescued. Such as tear the throat out of her rescuer, a kennelhand, for the simple transgression of beholding the proud warrior in her pathetically helpless situation, drenched and defiled.

As her rescuer undid her bindings, Wulfshn was vaguely aware of his words but was not coherent enough to fully understand. Something about the Spire being in an uproar, searching for someone? For her?

To say she was past exhaustion of the mind as well as the flesh was an understatement. She had no idea who many keeats had taken their turn and their time ravaging her, but it had been more than a single pack in terms of numbers. Not all of the blasted mutts had even managed to find the correct orifice, leaving Wulfshn with severe aches in both holes.

When the final shackle unlocked she simply dropped as though her head was removed from her body, face first into the veritable creek of thick semen and her own sweat beneath where she had been mounted again and again. She was so sick of the rich, salty stench it made her belly turn, which in turn made her aware of how full both her womb and her ass were with litres of keeat spooge.

Dimly, somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, Wulfshn remained aware of who had tricked her into this humiliating position. Thoughts of revenge had circulated freely when she was forced to weather the brutish keeat alpha and the first of its packmates to follow it, however as time passed and the number of hounds mounted, she had in short order found herself unable to form coherent thought.

Having had a few precious moments of respite now allowed her senses to slowly return to her, but she was in no way in full control of her faculties yet.

“Take me… to my room,” she demanded at some length, her words making bubbles in the thick cream.

Humiliated, enraged and aching all over from jaw to asshole, what jarred Luzella the most was the arrival of her mother. While she was quite aware she would always be indebted to Zarena for pulling her out of that hellhole where Jelthra and Kamri had sent her, she would always be in her mother’s debt. It was not something she cared to consider, for her mother might at any time decide to collect what she was owed, and that was usually bad news for Luzella.

Uncaring of the stares she accumulated while she marched hurriedly towards her chambers, knowing it was largely in part of her state of messy undress, she knew few denizens of the Spire would be bold enough to stare for long, nor ask the terrible Talon Leader what was happened. All of them gave her a wide berth as she passed, rage twisting her face, her one remaining elf slave in tow.

Covered in various essences from that horrific realm in addition to sweat and shame, the first thing on Luzella’s mind was getting cleaned up, and then visit horrific vengeance upon her captors.

Before that, she sighed in annoyance as she reminded herself, her mouth puckering in displeasure, Zarena had ordered that she meet her at Wulfshn’s chamber at midday. That left her several hours to wash and rest, not to mention dwell on just how brutally she could punish Kamri and Jelthra without killing them.

Before she killed them.

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Looking back and down, Luzella found Avelyn keeping pace with the Kazdruk’s longer strides, but her face was cast down, her shoulders slumped and her arms hanging limp at her sides. At first, Luzella did not understand why she was sulking so, then remembered what had happened to Tasha.

It was clear her two elf slaves had formed some sort of bond as the slaves of Luzella, and it was then clear to Luzella why her remaining slave seemed so distraught. Facing forwards again, Luzella had not the energy to neither address what had just happened nor care about it. Tasha was no real loss to Luzella, who would likely have forgotten all about her in a few days.

Avelyn was a different matter. For reasons she did not yet fathom, nor currently had the fortitude to consider, it was Avelyn who had raised the alarm that Luzella was missing, which in turn had made Zarena show up in the Spire.

While her mother was a different, exasperating matter, even through Luzella’s exhaustion she wondered at Avelyn. Perhaps her training was soon complete, perhaps she was more broken than Luzella had supposed. She did not think Avelyn existed only for Luzella to the exclusion of everyone and everything else just yet, but this event gave the Kazdruk warrior something to consider.

Puzzled, Luzella then wondered just why Avelyn and Tasha had been up and about at all. She distinctly remembered having them locked up in their cage when she had last left her chambers, and no one else would dare release them without Luzella’s blessing. Too tired to care about that for the moment, however, Luzella supposed she ought to be thankful Avelyn had been able to call for help.

With a twitch of her lip, Luzella decided she should reward Avelyn for her loyalty.

Once the little elf had helped clean the keeat semen and grime off her muscles.

The clicking of their hoofs upon the stone floor clip-clopped between the walls of the well-lit corridor. Mighty warriors and slaves alike parted, made themselves scarce before the approaching behemoths of Kazdruk aristocracy, none daring to meet their eyes, some cowering enough to press themselves flat against the walls to make themselves as unobstructive as possible.

“At any rate,” Yuldasha continued, her luminescent green eyes seeing none of the subjects before her, such was her mastery of her domain. “It has been a welcome distraction to host you in my humble Spire once more. It truly has been a long while.”

Zarena nodded, the gesture so curt it was easy to miss. “I only wish it were under less humiliating circumstances. But children never really outgrow the need for their mother’s guidance.”

“Yes,” said Yuldasha softly, passing a prostrate human slave who wisely bowed and tried to shrink to nothingness before them. The slaves all knew who she was, of course, but she doubted anyone could guess just what august company she were striding alongside. “I am surprised someone of Luzella’s talents were so easily dispatched. She’ll be reprimanded, of course, you have my word on that.”

“And for that you have my gratitude.” Zarena stopped next to Yuldasha as a runner appeared before the two, a Kazdruk female with red skin and arching horns, nearly a full head shorter than Zarena.

“Arch Ruler,” the winded runner breathed deeply, bowing as low as her body was able to bend without snapping. “Mistress,” she bowed to Zarena, but the bow was quicker now.

In the Kazdruk home world of Tarasmay, Zarena would have flogged the skin of any servant who failed to show her proper respect, but in this backwater, currently not under total Kazdruk domination, there lived and fought young Kazdruk who would never have seen Zarena’s likeness anywhere, and the younger generations had little need to know who she was, so she let the runner’s transgression slide.

“Mistress, we found Wulfshn. It seems she as well was the target of conspiracy, although she has been less that forthcoming with us. We have second-hand reports that she was found down in the kennels but so far that is all we know.”

“Oh?” Zarena arched a quizzical eyebrow, a gesture that made the young runner shudder with unfamiliar dread.

“All I know is she was aided to her room by a kennelhand, and someone like Wulfshn would not require aid at all unless she–“

“Yes, fine, go away,” Zarena cut the runner off, waved her away with a dismissive gesture. The runner was only too happy to obey.

So not only her eldest daughter, but now Wulfshn, too, brought shame upon their clan. Was only her youngest daughter clever enough to avoid such embarrassment? On the other hand, it was harder to find herself in such situations as long as she wanted to stay at home, working at Zarena’s farm.

“Might I beg a favour of you, Yuldasha?”

The Arch Ruler turned to face her colleague, an amiable smile brightening her perfect face. “Certainly, old friend.”

“I will conclude my business here at midday after I speak with my daughters. Will you punish Wulfshn for me? I care not what it is that has befallen her, but clearly she is in need of direct supervision, and I have not the time to see to it myself. I and Varayen must return to the farm to see to the livestock before long.”

Yuldasha’s grin widened, her massive chest rising as she pulled in a delighted breath. “Why, certainly, it will be my pleasure.”

Clean now, for everything but the shame, Luzella finished drying herself off. Standing in her dimly lit chamber, looking at Avelyn sitting in her cage – hugging her knees, facing away from her, obviously still upset about Tasha – in fresh lingerie, Luzella got the feeling she was missing something from the situation. Another glance around her room revealed nothing, and preoccupied as her mind was with her recent humiliation, she shrugged the sensation off as a triviality.

Naked but for Geem’s stollen snowflake necklace, her massive musculature giving off a faint shine in the light of the candles, her long, sizable cock drooping betwixt her broad thighs, Luzella sat down on her bed, leaned back on her hands. Chest pushed out, she let her head drop back as she closed her eyes, taking a series of rejuvenating breaths.

She would exact her revenge before long, on both the stupid cunts that had dared oppose her, but at the moment she succeeded in repressing her murderous anger. She did not need it yet, and when she was honest with herself, the seething and the constant rape by tentacles and keeat in that horrific world where everything looked wrong and the dull drone had chipped away at her sanity had taxed her more than she cared to consider. For now, she required to relax her shoulders.

She would not be able to truly relax until her mother had returned home, however.

“Why are you sulking?” she asked the room, keeping her eyes closed.

The answer was several moments in coming, but it came. “Tasha is…”

“Yes she is now the breeding toy of whatever horrid creatures exist in that world in addition to the fucking tentacles and the damnable keeat. Get over it, she doesn’t matter any more.”

Avelyn’s head sank further between her shoulders, and Luzella could head the elf tried to stifle a cry. She wanted to ask how Avelyn and Tasha had gotten out of her cage, but at the moment, and the grand scheme of things considered, she didn’t care. That they had been out was what had allowed them to sound the alarm.

“I can see you need a distraction,” Luzella murmured, getting to her feet. “In fact, I know the perfect one. You shall be rewarded for your loyalty to me, my pet.”

Luzella unlocked the cage, took the uncoiled leash wrapped around one of the thick iron bars and reached inside, attaching it to Avelyn’s collar. “Out.”

Avelyn obeyed, though she kept her eyes down, following Luzella to the wall on the opposite side of the room. Luzella sat down on the bench there, next to a crimson Kazdruk standard hanging on the wall. All of a sudden Avelyn realized just what sort of “reward” Luzella had in mind, and understood that naturally that was to be her reward for betraying Tasha and seeing herself returned to Luzella’s ownership.

They had been so close to freedom, yet she had chosen Luzella. Why?

“Kneel in front of me, Avelyn,” Luzella’s voice was soft, but brooked no disobedience. She still held Avelyn’s leash.

Swallowing, torn between whatever destroyed part of her self was attached to her captor and the part that yet wished to escape, Avelyn kneeled in front of Luzella.

In front of her swelling member.

This is apparently what I want, Avelyn thought, watching with an empty stare at Luzella’s monster cock, watching it expand and elongate like she had so many times before, knowing what it would feel all the way down her throat, cutting off her air and blanking her mind.

“Claim your reward, faithful slave,” Luzella purred, growing inexorably horny despite the ordeal she had just escaped, ignoring the chafing in her rear.

Leaning forward, supporting herself on her hands, Avelyn brought her lips towards the spongy tip of Luzella’s horse-like phallus. Opening wide, she wiggled her head from side to side until she managed to fit it into her mouth, her tongue and spit starting the arduous task of lubricating her.

As she began carefully working her way down the shaft, Avelyn realized that what she was doing was indeed her reward. Instead of grabbing the back of her head and shoving her complete erection down into her stomach, Luzella allowed her to go at her own pace, to start adjusting her mouth and jaw to having the Talon Leader’s humongous shaft within. It was the best someone like her could hope for, she understood, feeling more blood pump into Luzella’s fifth limb as it expanded even more.

“That’s a good girl,” Luzella purred, squinting in delight down at her loyal little elf. The slow pace was a welcome change to the day she’d had so far, and she realized she’d underestimated the pleasurable sensation of allowing her erection to grow within her little, warm mouth.

Yes, Avelyn thought, I am a good girl. A good girl for my master. That is why I do what I do. She did not know she was trying to rationalize to herself why she was back on her knees in front of Luzella, on her own.

Working her way down the shaft was difficult, not only because of the size – although her lithe frame was in a twisted way used to it – but because even as she got farther down, the fact that Luzella was still hardening meant she was’t actually making as much progress as she thought she had. Once it felt like she should be over half way down to the base, she had barely passed the first quarter.

Luzella was content to let her slave struggle in her own time to make her way down her length. It was somewhat endearing to watch her go down on her cock only to see her head move farther away as her erection still stretched out. Presently she was at full mast, however, the straining member quite ready for Avelyn’s trained mouth to help her forget the feel of the violating tentacles coiled around it.

Breathing through her nose as best she could, Avelyn soon was unable to inhale at all, forced to draw upon the mental exercises that let her survive throating Luzella without suffocating. While spittle ran down Luzella’s veined shaft, she pushed herself further, causing tears to poke from her eyes and snot to drip from her nose.

Luzella’s tail wiggled with delight, but she had to keep herself from wanting to hurry things along. She had wanted to reward Avelyn and she meant that, and she would keep her word. Her mounting desire made it difficult to restrain herself, however. Her hips wanted to buck, her hands wanted to grab the back of her head.

Passing the halfway point, Avelyn drew back up, keeping her lips wrapped around Luzella’s tip while she caught her breath, then went right back down, succeeding in starting the final quarter. Luzella’s thick member pulsed, making her head bob with the steel-hard member’s motion. She’d long since learned to ride those heartbeats to allow herself to glide further down with the momentum, and despite her modest elven size and Luzella’s humongous dick, she was soon pressing her lips against Luzella’s base, looking up at her with watery eyes.

Feeling the thick cock throb all the way down her throat to her belly was not a sensation she’d ever get used to, but she was at least accustomed to it, making it easier to bear. Now that she’d gotten all the way down, she waited as long as she could for the stretching sensation in her gullet and throat to acclimate to Luzella’s cock, before she had to resurface for air, being careful not to go farther up than she had to, as Luzella had taught her.

Luzella allowed herself to close her eyes and relax, the sensation of her slave’s tight throat stroking and rubbing her erection making her rumble with delight.

The elf’s warm slobber was starting to run down onto Luzella’s swollen testicles, and within moments there was so much saliva it began dripping off the large spheres to start pooling on the ground.

“Such a good girl,” Luzella murmured through closed eyes, her free hand, as though moving with a mind of its own, gripping the back of Avelyn’s head. Catching herself when she felt the elf flinch, Luzella relaxed her grip, settled for resting her hand atop Avelyn’s head, patting her as though affectionately.

Avelyn had thought Luzella was about to hold her head down, but her master relaxed her grasp as soon as it had taken her. Luzella was being kind. Being true to her word that it was a reward. Avelyn felt somehow blessed.

Deep within herself, in some hard to reach hideaway where Avelyn was still a proud elven warrior, she screamed at the horrific thoughts that had her believing that the current situation was in any way beneficial to her. Like water discharging from a spillway, however, the thoughts quickly disappeared.

She got into a good rhythm of impaling her head on Luzella’s erection, taking her all the way to the base, lingering for a few seconds, before drawing back up, and then going back down, fucking her throat with Luzella’s massive hardness.

Luzella groaned, her desire to blast into Avelyn mounting. At this point she would usually just buck her hips into Avelyn and finish herself off, holding her head down so she couldn’t get away, but letting her slave go at her own pace was a nice change of pace. It would not be the new normal, of course, but sometimes trying new things were good for everyone.

“That’s good, my little whore. I am getting close,” she moaned softly.

Feeling her own desire to give her master pleasure mount, Avelyn started moving faster, ignoring the discomfort and her own tears blinding her, feeling the wetness of her saliva running off her chin down between her tits and onto her thighs.

Within seconds, Avelyn felt Luzella’s cock swell a little more, the telltale sign that orgasm was imminent. Steeling herself, she throated Luzella one final time, drawing herself all the way down to the hilt and held fast there as Luzella’s climax began pumping into her.Luzella Avelyn Deepthroat 1

Locking eyes with her groaning master, her seed began filling her up, and as always there was just too much of it for her small body. Cum made it up Avelyn’s gullet to spray out of the seal her lips had around Luzella’s shaft, spattering onto her heavy, pulsing balls and running down Avelyn’s chin.

Avelyn had her master’s cock all the way inside her mouth all through her orgasm, until she nearly passed out. Black spots were forming in her vision as her eyes began rolling back, but as she sensed the final pump deposit the last of Luzella’s salty ejaculate into her belly, Avelyn drew up, coughing semen and heaving for breath all at once.

Cock bouncing with her heartbeat between them, Luzella let out a long, content sigh as Avelyn got her bearings again. “Who is my good little whore?” she asked once the most potent afterglow had left her.

“I am your whore, master,” Avelyn said, still swallowing excess cum.

“You certainly are.” Luzella smiled with her lips closed. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, master.”

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When Luzella traversed the corridor towards Wulfshn’s chamber, she found her mother already outside the door, her arms crossed and a displeased scowl etched on her features. As though on instinct, Luzella’s eyes were drawn straight to Zarena’s massive chest in the constrictive corset, seeing the twin mounds rise and fall before she snapped her gaze back up.

“Seems you managed to clean up,” Zarena’s tone was acid. Her sorceress Varayen stood behind her to the left, the judgemental golden eyes saying what her lips did not.

It was a struggle for Luzella to keep her tempers in check, and she did not know if it was the humiliation or the shame that reigned highest within her tumultuous core. Casting her eyes down in an unfamiliar gesture of submission, she came to a stop before the two of them.

“Nothing to say?” Zarena arched an eyebrow, expecting her firstborn to respond.

“Thank you for saving me, mother.” The reply required a great effort to give voice, her teeth grating together. Luzella barely registered how her hands were clenched so tight they might break the handle of her halberd had she carried it.

Zarena scoffed, shook her head. “Of all Yuldasha’s warriors… I did not believe I had raised you to be so witless as to be tricked as you were. Be glad that I, not Varayen, is your mother. Her daughter has similarly transgressed against her venerable name, yet Varayen is not as forgiving as I. In many ways, she is an inspiration to me. Consider yourself warned, should you find yourself in similar trouble in the future.”

Gritting her teeth, eying the contemptable sorceress with a sidelong glance, Luzella set her eyes on her mother. Of all the things she wanted to say, her meek voice only managed, “I will not bring shame to our clan again. Count on it.”

The silence between the three of them lingered for a few uncomfortable moments. Presently, Zarena unfolded her arms, indicating the nearby door with a jerk of her head. “Let us see to your sister.”

With a silent nod, Luzella turned to follow her mother, but the small sorceress cut in front of her to fall in behind Zarena. Luzella could have reached out and snapped Varayen’s neck in the blink of an eye, but deference to her mother – as well as a voice within warning that a spellcaster of Varayen’s legend was likely not that simple to dispatch – Luzella suffered the indignation with a murderous glare.

Zarena tried to shoulder open the door, but found it was locked. Without a word, simply acting on the bond they had cultivated for decades, Zarena stepped aside. Varayen immediately reached a hand out to undo the lock with a turn of magic. Another gesture burst the door open, and Zarena was through immediately, the other two on her heels.

As soon as the door opened, the grunts and huffs filled their ears, and the trio of Kazdruk women came face to face with quite the scene.

Wulfshn, naked, her muscular body and skin coated in a sheen of sweat, kneeled on her bed leaning forward. In front of her on his knees was a human male, his ass held forcibly up by one of Wulfshn’s strong hands gripping his hip, the other pulling his head back through what looked like a painful handful of his hair. The boy’s hands were tied behind his back with coarse rope, his helpless groans muffled by the leather gag opening his mouth wide. He was blindfolded as well with what looked to be a pair of Wulfshn’s panties.

Grunting together with Wulfshn, his naked flesh as sweaty as his captor’s. The ring in his metal collar bounded and rattled when Wulfshn’s powerful thighs smacked into his behind, rippling the skin of his ass. The straps running over Wulfshn’s hips was enough of an indication to the onlookers that she was pegging him with a strap-on. She was not holding back, it would seem, thrusting hard and deep into him, panting with the exertion, her tits bouncing.

The mattress beneath the two of them was stained with several wet spots, and upon closer inspection it was clear not all of it was lubrication; quite a bit of it was thick semen. Seeing the captive’s dripping erection, it was no mystery that the rough fucking was forcing him to several prostate orgasms.

Eyes widening in surprise, then narrowing in anger, Luzella stepped closer to the bed, her angry voice nearly shaking the walls. “That’s my slave!” She only now remembered taking the boy – Brayton, she remembered his name was – just before she had gotten captured. Once returning to her quarters after her ordeal she hadn’t remembered she’d left him shackled to her table. With a sudden realization that also boiled her blood, Luzella knew who had released Avelyn and Tasha from their cage.

Looking up, her perspiring face changing as though she was just becoming aware they were in her room, Wulfshn did not stop what she was doing. “I liberated him for myself. I knew you didn’t really appreciate what you had taken, so I thought it best to free him from your clutches. A slave this good,” she groaned and bit her lower lip as she thrust deep into him again, making him moan. “Deserves a master who knows how to properly use him.”

Luzella’s exhalation was so full of wrath it was a small wonder no smoke bloomed from her nostrils. With everything that had happened lately, Wulfshn’s brazen theft of a slave Luzella had claimed made her raise her arms as though to strangle her sister across the distance.

“Enough,” Zarena’s powerful voice froze even Wulfshn’s bucking, who only now recognized who was standing behind Luzella.

“Mother?” Her eyes were wide and her voice hushed.

Zarena stepped closer, a disapproving look on her face as she folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Would you care to tell me what exactly has befallen you? Not only this one,” she shot Luzella a disapproving glower, “but from what I hear you have also brought me great shame.”

Wulfshn straightened, releasing Brayton, whose face fell into the mattress when he was no longer held up by his hair. Wulfshn’s thick strap-on remained inside him almost all the way to the hilt.

“I… I…” Her throat felt suddenly dry, embarrassment settling on her like a shawl, causing her difficulty to find words. In a rush the events of the kennel flashed past her green eyes, making her lips quiver and her insides scream with both fright and fury.

Zarena’s eyebrow shot up in that displeased way. “Yes? You what? I heard tell you ran into some, shall we call it ‘trouble’, down in the kennels. Tell me the truth, Wulfshn.”

Wulfshn decided to keep her story as short as possible, without straying from the facts. Having recognized Varayen, her mother’s trusted sorceress standing behind her, she knew untruthfulness would be immediately exposed. As she recounted her tale, she tried suppressing her mounting anger at seeing the satisfied smirk spreading on Luzella’s lips.

“And after I returned here,” Wulfshn said, wrapping the story up, “I cleaned myself off, and then decided I needed to let some pent-up frustration and anger out.” She smacked Brayton’s ass, hard, making him yelp. She eyed Luzella. “You can’t imagine what a good fuck he is, in more ways than one.” She laughed when the grin melted off her sister’s countenance.

Biting her lip lustfully, holding Luzella’s eyes, Wulfshn gripped Brayton’s hips and, almost tenderly, sank her member all the way into him, making them both groan softly.

“He’s so fucking tight…”

“That will be quite enough of this.” Zarena stepped over to the bed, glaring disapprovingly down at Wulfshn. “Unmount the slave at once and stand before me.”

Stifling a sigh, wanting to speak but deciding she’d had enough trouble for one day, Wulfshn retraced her hips from him. The blinded human was unable to keep back a long sigh of relief when the thick toy-member slipped out of him. Though a big strap-on to subject any human to, it was barely half the length and girth of Luzella’s cock.

Luzella was about to speak, her face contorting into a livid snarl, but the true authority in the room did not give her the opportunity.

“And you, Luzella, stand next to your sister.” Her tone brooked no defiance. Begrudgingly, the Talon Leader did as she was commanded.

Hands on her hips, Zarena’s red gaze went to one daughter, then the other, the scorn in her expression lancing into the two of them before any words were spoken.

“I would dearly like to forget this day has ever happened, but alas that is impossible. The two of you are tarnished in my eyes in ways I believed you were incapable of. The biggest terror, however, is not the personal scorn your ineptitudes have earned me, but the dishonour you have brought upon Yuldasha.”

Zarena held up a finger and fixed them both with a steely gaze that interrupted them before they could give voice to their arguments.

“I have said what I wanted to say apart from this: to restore honour to me, to Yuldasha and, least importantly, to yourselves, I expect and demand you find these contemptible creatures that bested you, and that you make them pay. Prove to them and to me that our brood does not suffer humiliation quietly. Prove to them that death is the only respite they can earn once they tangle with our ire. I mandate you to this immediately, and that you send word to me at the farm once it has been achieved. Have I made myself understood?”

Eyes cast down, their voices barely swelling above a whisper, the two fearsome sisters, Luzella and Wulfshn, appeared and sounded like nothing but what they were, chastened children.

“Yes, mother.” The two of them sounded about as confident as a sailor in a capsizing ship, but Zarena was satisfied her point was made, and that despite their headstrong personalities, they wisely did not challenge her demands.

When silence rung in the room, the voice of the sorceress suddenly called for Zarena. “I think you should take a look at this.”

With a look that rooted her children to the ground, their backs to the bed, Zarena walked past them to where her sorceress stood eying the human slave, the horns around the top of her staff continuing their perpetual rotation.

Saying nothing, Varayen’s golden eyes indicated the mess on Yuldasha’s bed beside the blindfolded human. Realizing what her old friend was referring to

“Try it,” Varayen calmly instructed.

Zarena reached a hand down to the mattress and scooped up some of the sticky seed with a fingernail, bringing it up to her face. Regarding the thick cream with a neutral expression, she stuck her tongue out to lick it off her finger. Her eyebrows shot up at the taste, but otherwise she made no indication as to what she was experiencing.

The sorceress looked up at Zarena, her own countenance betraying nothing of anything. “I believe perhaps we have before us what you have been missing for some time.”

“Quite,” Zarena murmured, silently enjoying the rich aftertaste. It had been a while since her farm had housed a bull. She leaned down to whisper in her ear, ensuring nobody else could hear. “I assume you can snare him?”

Varayen nodded, turning her head to whisper back. “You have but to earn his trust and the spell will do the rest.”

Straightening, Zarena addressed her daughters. “Turn around and face us.”

They did, their dour expressions likely able to curdle milk.

Zarena eyed each daughter in turn. “To further punish you, since I gather you cannot decide who gets to keep this toy,” she pointed at the bound human on the bed, “I will decide the matter for you and take him away from you.”

The sisters’ explosive protests were first addressed at Zarena, until they began verbally attacking each other with claims of why the human was rightfully theirs and not anyone else’s. At Zarena’s look, Varayen silenced the two of them with a jolt of magic that shocked their bodies to rigid attention.

“Good, I am pleased we all agree.” Zarena turned, walking over to the other side of the bed where the human lay, on the side of the bed that was not a mess of sweat, cum and lube.

She squatted near the bed, a delicate hand taking off Wulfshn’s underwear that was blinding him. He winced against the light, blinking several times before seeing, wide-eyed, the new Kazdruk in front of him. He was astonished that she was smiling warmly to him. Having heard her talk to her daughters, he had not envisioned her to be such a beauty. It made his breath catch in his throat.

“Let me help you,” she said softly, reaching around his head to undo his gag. Gently pulling it away, trailing several strings of his saliva, she tossed it aside. “Roll over for me and I will unbind your hands.”

Conflict was plain as a thunderstorm in his brown eyes. He was not used to being treated in such a way by the Kazdruk. Hesitantly, he turned his back on the woman, and as she had promised, she loosened the rope biting into his wrists. The marks left on them said everything about how tight Wulfshn had wound the rope around him.

“That’s better, hmm? Come, sit at the edge of the bed in front of me.”

Again he was hesitant, but knowing he did not really have a choice, he did as instructed. Even though he was sitting and she was squatting on the floor, she was about half a head taller than him. His eyes immediately fell to her massive bosom, but he quickly cast them down to the floor between her thighs, his hands covering his manhood.

“Look at me,” Zarena bid, and on the other side of the bed, her daughters eyed them both through narrow slits, suspicious of the sudden gentle tone she adopted.

He did as she said, forcing down the discomfort in his rear lest he fix her with an expression she might dislike.

“What is your name?”

“Brayton, mistress,” he offered quietly.

“Brayton,” she repeated with a small nod and smile. “And so polite, too. I am Zarena, pleased to meet you. Tell me, Brayton, how long have you been a slave in this Spire?”

He swallowed. “I am not sure, mistress. A while.”

“And what do you do here?”

“I was a runner, before… Before…” he dared not look behind at his first captor, Luzella, and it was clear he neither dared give words to what had befallen him.

“I understand,” Zarena said, and Brayton thought her smile could banish every cloud in the sky. He was confused and scared, and found it difficult to look away from those gorgeous eyes of hers. That was, until his gaze again and unintentionally flicked down to her gently rising and falling chest.

Zarena’s smile lingered. “Do you like what you see?”

Behind them, Luzella scoffed loudly. “He does that a lot.”

Zarena glared at her firstborn for a quick instant before looking back at Brayton. Still smiling, she replied to her daughter in a positively loving tone. “You ought to be flattered, daughter dearest, that people leer at your chest. After all, few clans rival the mammaries of ours. Please answer my question, Brayton.”

His answer was a long moment in coming, and so low Zarena barely heard him. “Yes, mistress.”

Zarena beamed. “Would you like to see them?”

His eyes jumped from her cleft to her face several times. The feeling remained in him that he did not really have a choice even though things seemed like it. Experience had taught him simply to do as he believed the Kazdruk wanted. “Yes, mistress.”

Grinning, Zarena settled on her knees and straightened her back, pushing her chest out. Her fingers reached up to the four bones holding her tight corset in place and, looking happily down at the human she undid one by one, slowly, starting at the bottom. When she undid the final bone, her huge breasts practically burst the corset like a river escaping a shattered dam. It made the human physically recoil, eliciting a soft giggle from her.

A silver ring adorned each erect nipple, and it was abundantly clear Zarena’s tits were even larger than Luzella’s. He estimated they were each twice the size of his head, possibly even bigger. Despite himself, he was unable to stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at what had exploded into being before him.

As she were shrugging off the corset, Brayton also noticed a delicate silver chain piercing her navel with some sort of violet diamond-shaped stone at the end of it crowning her softly defined abdominal muscles. Zarena’s entire body, in fact, was muscular and large, yet not as defined and bulging as Luzella’s physique. It suited her well.

“Would you like to touch them?” she asked as though innocently, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. When she noticed him looking at his hands that were covering his manhood, she added, “Don’t be shy, help yourself.”

Swallowing, obeying, Brayton reached out and touched her, his hands pitifully small on her. Despite trying to stifle it, he let out a lusty groan when he felt the soft warmness, feeling the shapely firmness of them despite their absolutely massive size.

Letting out a throaty laugh at his inquisitive hands on her, Zarena licked her lips. “Would you like to… enjoy them with your manhood?”

Brayton retracted his hands as though bitten, his head throwing down submissively. “I am sorry, mistress. I don’t think I am… I mean… I’ve just…” He didn’t look back at Wulfshn, but Zarena understood what he meant. The mess on the bed told the story well enough.

Zarena put a gentle finger under his chin and lifted his head so that he was looking at her. “I understand, but please answer my question, sweet boy.”

Captivated by her eyes, her smile, the womanly scent of her, Brayton nodded dumbly.

With a satisfied grin, Zarena took her hand away from him. “That makes me so happy to hear, that you find my breasts so attractive. Varayen?”

Gliding gracefully around the bed to stand next to Zarena, the sorceress’ attitude had also suddenly softened. “Yes Zarena?”

Zarena looked up hat the sorceress, still smiling pleasantly. “Brayton here would like to enjoy my breasts, but it seems he feels a little… drained from his latest exploit. Could you be a dear and help him?” She looked back down at him, a hungry glint in her golden gaze. “I would like to feel him in my cleavage, too.”

“Certainly, Zarena, I would be happy to assist.”

The sorceress, fixing the human with an alluring smile of her own, squatted down next to Zarena. When standing, she was a little taller than Brayton, but even she were dwarfed by Zarena’s physique. She let go of her staff which, astonishingly, remained upright on its own, the horns around the red globe at the top still spinning leisurely.

Varayen smiled at him. “Please spread your thighs.” When he hesitated, she added in an intimate tone, “Don’t be afraid, this will feel wonderful.”

Reluctantly exposing himself, revealing his limp cock, Varayen reached out with one hand that started glowing softly with a white sheen. She didn’t touch him directly, but moved her palm around his crotch. With an astonished groan, Brayton first noticed the ache in his behind disappearing, and then that his sore balls stopped hurting. Within seconds his member was swelling, and once it was out of the way, Varayen continued moving her hands around and over his balls. The magic she employed made him feel wonderful, and soon he was as hard as he had ever before been, with all of the soreness Wulfshn had visited upon him gone like a distant, unpleasant memory.

The sight of him pulsing and erect, balls pulled up tightly against his shaft made both Zarena and Varayen let out contented sighs. Behind Brayton on the other side of the bed, the sisters scowled at them, but wisely kept their tongues behind their teeth.

Varayen took her hand away from him, the glow receding. With a gesture of her other hand, the sorceress’ top fell off her, revealing her own sizable, gorgeous mammaries. As anyone could have guessed before the top unlatched from her, the chains in her necklace did indeed attach to studs through her hard nipples. Brayton was unable not to release an astonished sigh at the sight of her.

Both Zarena and Varayen knew her touch had done more than alleviate his aches and allow him to grow hard again, it had also filled his stores back up and planted a suggestion of lust in his mind that he would be hard-pressed to ignore.

When the human’s gaze tore away from Varayen’s chest to meet her eyes, Zarena licked her lips and gave him a sultry look. “Would it be all right if I tasted you?” Her voice was husky, needy.

Still having his reservations, Brayton was nonetheless starting to warm up to Zarena. She was the only Kazdruk after his capture to treat him in any sort of pleasant way, and despite himself he was starting to feel his breathing quicken at the prospect of feeling her skin against his. He nodded.

Beaming with joy, Zarena put her huge hands on his thighs, and spoke in a low, alluring voice. “Spread your legs and lean back on your hands for me, my sweet boy.”

He did as he was bidden, his cock twitching twice. He knew he was hung like a wasp when compared to male Kazdruk – and even some females – but despite this fact both Luzella and Wulfshn had seemed to find enjoyment in his human phallus, and now their mother was all but drooling over it as her eyes drank him in.

Hands still on his thighs, she lowered her head to him, sucking him in, having no issue taking all of his length into her wet mouth where her tongue immediately massaged him all over. He groaned loudly, his arms nearly failing to support him.

Her lips pressed around the base of his shaft, her nose touching her lower belly, his mind nearly blanking when her tongue snaked out of the wet hole to coil and lap at his swollen testicles. His moan was loud and longing.

“You taste wonderful,” Zarena managed between lusty slurps. “I am starting to truly understand why my daughters took a liking to you.” She was pleased with the taste-test, but this was no time for self-satisfaction. She needed to keep working him while he was still pliable and unwitting.

“Come stand next to the bed,” she gently bade him. Disappointed his cock was already out of her expert mouth, Brayton complied. Zarena lay down in the bed close to the edge, ensuring she wasn’t touching the mess from Wulfshn’s playtime.

Enthralled with seeing her massive yet shapely form settle on her back in bed, Brayton gasped in surprise and pleasure when Varayen’s hand seized his erection, the fingers once more enveloped in the soft glow. She stroked him twice without actually touching him, her hungry eyes promising all he could ever want to him.

“There.” She removed her hand, smiling. “Now Zarena’s slick saliva won’t dry for quite some time.”

“Brayton?”

His astonished eyes returned to Zarena, widening still at seeing her on her back, her hands pushing her absolutely mammoth tits together, her tail swinging lazily at her side. His eyes flicked once over to the two fuming Kazdruk on the far side of the bed, but quickly returned his gaze to her.

“Come straddle me.”

Her voice was like water to a man stranded in the desert, and quicker than he would have thought possible he was on top of her, his yearning shaft pressed against the soft, warm womanflesh. It was as though all his reservations were magically gone, replaced by a singular need to do as she asked.

Zarena pulled her hoofs up a little, using her wide thighs to both steady Brayton and bring him a little closer.

“Here,” she purred, opening her valley a little. “Put that hard cock in my cleavage.”

He did, nearly screaming with rapture when she closed the distance, pressing her colossal tits against him, making it wondrously tight.

“Now…” She bit her lower lip, eying him like he was the only cock she would ever feel again. “Fuck my tits until you erupt between them.”

Powerless to keep a stupid grin from spreading on his face, Brayton happily agreed, starting to move his hips in order to slide his wet shaft as deep into her valley as he was able, which wasn’t very far. Regardless, the softness, the warmth and the tight squeeze felt better than anything he had ever before experienced. He briefly recalled how good it felt, though he had been scared out of his wits, when Luzella had shackled him in her room and stroked his cock with her huge breasts until he was forced to orgasm, but this was something else entirely. For one, he wasn’t tied up, and was allowed to go at his own pace.

It didn’t take very long until he began thrusting with more fervour, grunting as he did, head spinning with the pleasure of having every inch of his manhood rubbing against those awesome tits.

When she was satisfied the human was properly enthralled by what he was doing, Varayen gingerly repositioned until she were squatting behind Zarena’s head, slightly to her left. She made sure to push her chest out to give the boy another pair to drool over, and despite keeping her mind at the task of bridging his essence with hers, she felt the need to let one hand slide between her thighs to address the wetness that were spreading in her panties. It had been a while since she had taken care of herself like so.

“That’s it my sweet boy,” Zarena breathed with need, licking the upper slope of one of her breasts as she looked up at him. “Thrust hard into my cleavage.”

Wulfshn and Luzella witnessed the bizarre scene with a potent level of suspicion as well as confusion. Their mother seemed positively infatuated with the human, the way she gazed longingly up at him, the way her hands caressed his naked skin, the way she positively begged him to do with her as she pleased. They were both certain in their reasoning that the human belonged to them, and seeing Zarena with him, now, acting both so lovingly and so like a whore with him made their blood boil. They gnashed their teeth, their tails swinging agitatedly behind them, but they remained silent.

Brayton had no chance, rapidly approaching the end. He supported himself with his hands on Zarena’s broad thighs, fucking her cleavage with a passionate need he didn’t realize he possessed, exhaling pleasured groans through gritted teeth. The way she looked up at him pleadingly, biting or licking her lips spurred him on to greater demonstrations of passion, and his surrendering expression said more than words ever could.

“Don’t hold back, my Brayton,” Zarena moaned. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

Unable to even nod, whimpers of delight escaping him, his body pressed against the underside of her breasts from his thighs almost all the way up to his chest, Brayton nearly lost consciousness when he came, every muscle of his body hardening to stone as he arched his back. Eyes clenched shut, mouth wide open, he screamed with an ecstasy he previously would have believed impossible, the orgasm ravaging through him as violently as a hurricane.

Despite the size of her, such was the force of his orgasm that rope after thick rope of sticky white seed splurted out of the opposite side of her valley, splashing against her mouth and chin. One blast was actually so powerful it shot all the way over to splatter against one of Varayen’s tits.

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When the most forceful of his orgasm began to recede many heavenly seconds later, he opened his eyes to find the world spinning. When he regained control of his breathing, he regarded the two Kazdruk smiling up at him, both of them stained with his semen. He didn’t understand how he had cum so much, but that hardly mattered.

His eyes going from Zarena’s face to Varayen’s, he noticed a glow in the sorceress’e eyes that receded as soon as he noticed it. Still in the throes of the orgasm, not quite thinking clearly, he still felt a chill travel down his spine when their smiles changed into something far more wicked.

“Did you get him?” Zarena asked Varayen.

She nodded. At the time of orgasm, she had chained his essence to that of Zarena, linking them in an unbreakable bond that would keep him enslaved to her in ways no fetters ever could.

“Yes,” Varayen cooed, enjoying how her sinister grin twisted the human’s expression into one of nervous uncertainty.

“He is yours, now.”

SPIRE OF TORMENT. CHAPTER 34: Reunion

Written by J-Cal.

Beyond rage and what had so far been an unquenchable desire to do violence not only upon her captors but also upon the beasts that did with her as they pleased, Wulfshn had exhausted herself where she was restrained in the breeding rack, trying uselessly to fight her way free. Not a single keeat were troubled by her snarls and menacing growls, instead expending their energy on mounting the helpless warrior again and again, fighting each other for the right to go next,

After the alpha had taken its sweet time draining itself inside Wulfshn, the rest of the pack had approached her. Maws dripping with slobber, they barked at each other, snapped at each other’s throats until one managed to bully its way in front to the captive.

Wulfshn had lost count on how many of the brutish beasts had pummeled her. The ground beneath her was a literal pool of keeat seed and saliva, mixing with the sweat that dripped off her naked body from the exertion of being taken roughly and repeatedly.

Rocking forward in her shackles in symphony with the thrusts of the current hound that eagerly thrust into her – not bothered in the slightest of the seed of its packmates already overflowing her womb – the mighty Wulfshn would have made for a pitiful sight were anyone down there her to see her. Mouth slightly open, tongue hanging slack from it, her eyes partially rolled back into her head, the bound Kazdruk woman gasped and mumbled incomprehensibly, barely aware of her surroundings, barely holding on to her anger as she was rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

To her shame, the constant rough keeat rape had caused her to have several orgasms of her own. Before fatigue had consumed her, her own howls of forced pleasure had joined with the shrieks of the keeat that either violated her repeatedly, or duelled each other to be next in line.

A part deep, deep in her subconscious remained aware of the unfavourable situation she found herself in, and knew there was absolutely no way out of it without aid. Her captors had fucked her over royally with this trick of theirs, and she had sworn time and time again that her revenge would be gruesome and merciless. For now, no such thoughts mattered, for even her subconscious was unable to remain coherent for long stretches.

As the current keeat behind her dipped its canine erection as deep as it went, its legs slapping into Wulfshn’s red and sore thighs, it spasmed and shuddered as it emptied its balls within her, panting with the effort.

No sooner had the burly beast unmounted that the next in line approached, sniffing Wulfshn’s ravaged nether regions before rising on top of her.

With another pathetic whimper, Wulfshn felt another keeat’s desire to breed.

“You’re going to be the end of me if we don’t get moving again!” Tasha whispered sharply, as loud as she dared.

The two elf-slaves, wearing only collars and loincloths, were standing within a small chamber so very close to one of the Spire’s side-entrances which would be their way out of the hated Kazdruk hub. Tasha had at first not known why Avelyn had led them into this foreboding room – black walls, floor and ceiling bathed in the ethereal, ominous glow of a forest green sphere suspended in mid-air in the chamber’s centre – and having received the explanation, Tasha wished she had not asked.

Avelyn was not sure why she was doing this. She only knew about the existence of these spheres from conversations overheardand knew they were some sort of magical communications arrays that were situated at every floor of the Spire. The one at the top, closest to Yuldasha, was always manned.

They had been lucky there were no one around this particular sphere at the Spire’s ground flood, but the time of night what was had prompted Avelyn to seek it out, Tasha in tow believing she was only occupied with leading them out of the Spire.

Tasha did not agree with Avelyn, but she did not wish to waste any more time debating. If this was what Avelyn wanted to do before they fled, she likely had her reasons, but Tasha would never understand them, and she realized her respect for the former soldier had dwindled to near non-existence.

“Almost done,” Avelyn said, keeping her voice from shaking, keeping her hand steady within the horrid, fleshy and wriggling orb. She was taking an enormous risk doing this thing, she was well aware, but for the life of her she could not bring herself to do nothing.

She wasn’t entirely sure if it would help, if anyone could help, but she at least could say she had tried.

It took her a while to figure out how the sphere worked, how its magic linked with her thoughts to form a message that would be understood by whomsoever received it.

After several attempts, she finally made the sphere connect with her mind, and she wasted no time in inscribing her message.

Talon Leader Luzella is trapped outside this world through portal trickery by Kamri and sorceress Jelthra.

Withdrawing her hand from the womb of the sphere, her arm illuminated by its wraithlike luminescence, she said, “It’s done.” She turned to Tasha, not realizing a tear was pressing out of the corner of her eye. “Let’s go.”

Nodding, knowing it was not a moment too soon, Tasha waited by the door for Avelyn to take point again. Once Avelyn was two paces from the threshold, the metal door slammed shut as though with a mind of its own, and the audible clank of the lock engaging sent shivers down their spines.

“No!” Tasha cried, throwing herself at the door.

Avelyn stood frozen, wondering if she had just doomed them both.

Zarena stepped from the glowing maw of the portal, seething with barely contained rage. Any who looked upon her, however, would see nothing but the calm demeanour with which she cloaked herself. Of all the people in this particular Spire to get herself trapped in an alternate world…

Those who watched her emerge from the rippling, green-blue glowing portal to the ancestral Kazdruk home, Tarasmay, stared only for a moment, until those that recognized her immediately fell to their knees and averted their eyes. Wisely, they gestured for those who remained standing, who did not know the newcomer, to do as they did.

Zarena’s red gaze swept over the prostrate dozen Kazdruk soldiers, put her hands on her wide hips, her tail casually swinging behind her.

“Who commands?” her authoritative voice had a deceptive melodic quality to it. Naturally, she knew Yuldasha was the supreme ruler of the Kazdruk conquest of this world, but the portal had not deposited her into Yuldasha’s throne room. Such an invasion would be poor decorum.

One of the twelve warriors, a burly man with purplish skin stretched over his wide muscles, erected himself, standing half a head shorter than Zarena, which would mean he was roughly the same size as storied Talon Leader Luzella.

The lieutenant kept his eyes cast at her hoofs, but was unable not to let his gaze cascade over her. Tall and beautiful, her body muscular without the toned bulging of a warrior, the woman oozed feminine grace and unwavering authority in equal measure.

Two thick horns corkscrewed from her head, the red eyes regarding him as though he was mere vermin. Her full, sensual lips were pressed shut, awaiting his words, the stud in her nose rising ever so slightly as her nostrils flared. It was hard to keep his eyes from lingering in her exposed cleavage. Her breasts were so massive, evidently so heavy, bones were sewn into the fabric of her corset to help hold them up, like a dam holding back a river. The dark panties barely kept her privates hidden, strips of leather dangling down her thick, shapely thighs.

She had leather cuffs around her wrists, a choker with a silver medallion resting just above her cleavage, and bone earrings. Her long black hair had streaks of crimson in it, and her left bicep arm was ringed by a tattoo. The tight corset, seeming ready to burst at any moment, was held together by smaller pieces of bone rather than regular buttons, leather belts along the flanks helping to keep the corset snug around the woman’s waist.

She was hauntingly beautiful, but the menace that radiated from her caught the seasoned warrior’s voice for precious moments, before he finally retrieved it.

“I…”

“Very well.” Zarena cut him off. That’s all she needed to know at the moment.

Behind her, another female figure emerged from the portal, before it clenched shut and disappeared, taking with it its otherworldly glow and the low hum it emanated.

“Where do we go?” Zarena addressed the second woman.

The second woman, barely taller than an average human male with silken red skin and golden eyes, came to stand next to Zarena. The top of her horned head was barely higher than Zarena’s nipples.

The second woman, a High Sorceress judging by her long staff crowed with a sinister, glowering red sphere around which orbited five arching horns, closed her eyes, sensing. She wore only black bottoms, a tight black top that had plenty of her on display, dark leather boots and dark pauldrons that seemed to be more decorative than functional.

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When she shook her head, the fine chain around her forehead caused the little crystal in its centre to jostle, as did the chains connecting the jewels on her choker that bridged the jewels and the studs in her nipples. “I can’t sense Luzella anywhere in the Spire, giving credence to the message. If I am to find her, I will need a local planar auger. Only Aeltha is likely to have one of those in this Spire.”

Zarena made no outward gesture, but Varayen knew her mistress had understood what she was saying.

“Have you searched the entire Spire?” Zarena demanded of the lieutenant.

Swallowing, feeling oddly out of place in the woman’s presence, the lieutenant said, “We have searched since the original message was sent, mistress. We have not yet found Luzella, or her supposed captors, but have apprehended the slaves who sent the message.”

“Slaves sent the message?” It was not really a question, Zarena was merely confused why that would be the case. “Don’t answer that. Take us to Aeltha, and have those slaves delivered there as well. And inform Yuldasha that I have arrived.”

“At once, mistress,” the lieutenant saluted, and set his men on the other tasks before he bade the imposing Zarena follow him.

“Are you certain you can locate her?” Zarena asked Varayen as they walked in the lieutenant’s wake.

“Yes,” Varayen replied categorically. Being of such smaller stature than Zarena and the other Kazdruk soldiers escorting them meant she had to keep her strides long to keep up with them, but it was a gait she had perfected decades ago. “I merely need to locate Luzella’s core essence in the void around this world to see which other world it is connected to.”

Accepting this fact silently, Zarena kept her counsel as they ascended the Spire.

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The arm hurt like nothing else. It was far worse now than it had been. No time to feel sorry for herself, however. Somehow the Spire was alerted to Luzella’s disappearance, and alerted to the fact that Kamri herself and Jelthra were behind it. Gritting her teeth in frustration as much as agony, Kamri continued to evade the searching guards whilst steadily making her way to the ground floor. She did not wish to find out what would happen if she were caught.

Luckily, she had been granted enough time to seek out the only person in the Spire that could aid her, before the alarm had been raised. Owing a favour to Aeltha was not something she believed to be advantageous for her in the long run, but it had been the price that bought Kamri a new arm.

Or rather, something that was in the process of knitting itself into an arm.

Kamri would never know what utter madness churned within the space of Aeltha’s skull, but similarly she wondered at her own sanity for seeking her aid in the first place. The reason was simple, really, for there had been no other choice. Even if the loss of blood had not killed her, she would likely not last long with a single arm. As such, the only path that had been open to her led to Aeltha’s laboratory.

“It can be mended,” the red-eyed High Sorceress had said matter-of-factly, unimpressed with the stump around which a dripping bandage had been wrapped. “The question is why I would mend it.”

Gnashing her teeth, trying to keep from blacking out, Jelthra’s spell no longer taking the edge of her torture, Kamri had resorted to pitiful pleading in order to convince Aeltha to aid her.

After some consideration, after a foreboding look appeared in her eyes, Aeltha had smiled a smile that sent shudders down the corrupted elf’s spine. “Very well, I believe we can come to an accord.”

“Name it,” Kamri had wheezed, supporting herself against the wall with her remaining hand. Behind her in the doorway, arms crossed beneath her breasts, Jelthra kept quiet, having her own reservations about coming here.

Eyes narrowed and face twisting into something akin to an amiable expression, Aeltha had shrugged. “When I call upon you for my need, you will answer, immediately.”

Swallowing, not liking the sound of it at all, Kamri had nonetheless nodded.

Satisfied with this, Aeltha had retrieved a black, fleshy organism of sorts from inside a clay jar upon one of her many shelves filled to the brim with curiosities and morbidities. In Aeltha’s hand, the writhing clump of darkness seemed the size of a toad, lacking defining features other than that it was a mass of something Kamri could not identify. As it wriggled in Aeltha’s hand, it stretched and oozed an inky substance, like a crushed sponge would release the water it held, before seemingly lapping up its own secretions and contracting once more. It did this over and over as the High Sorceress approached Kamri.

“This will hurt. A lot. And it will keep hurting until its task is done.”

Not asking what Aeltha meant, not caring past her current agonies, Kamri had merely nodded her understanding. With that sinister grin, Aeltha had removed Kamri’s blood-soaked bandages and pressed the wiggling ball of whatever it was against the cut in Kamri’s upper arm. With her free hand, Aeltha drew a symbol in the air next to the black thing that began clinging to Kamri’s stump. Arcane light trailed Aeltha’s finger where she drew in the air until a double helix within a starburst pattern was completed. Speaking three words in some tongue that made the fine hairs on Kamri’s back stand up, the dark ooze wrapped itself around Kamri’s arm and crawled partway up towards her shoulder, stopping the bleeding and covering the stump perfectly.

“One more moment,” was all Aeltha said as Kamri groaned in pain. Fetching a spool of what was clearly not common thread and a needle, Aeltha proceeded to sew all around Kamri’s arm close to the stump. “This is necessary to ensure our friend here does not fall off during its metamorphosis.”

Kamri had not asked. She was in too much pain. The agony was even enough to still her tongue from asking why Neicul was hanging from chains in a dark corner of Aeltha’s quarters.

Completing the sewing and stitching, Kamri was dismissed, told to let the unsettling mass that writhed and pulsed around her stump do its work uninterrupted. In a day or so, the High Sorceress had explained, the thing, working through Aeltha’s spell, would take on the shape of an arm that Kamri would be able to wield as if it was her own, once the mass had finished fusing with her nervous system.

Aeltha had not needed to say it out loud for Kamri to understand that her new arm was some sort of parasite. The difference was, or so Aeltha assured, that Kamri would be controlling it, as opposed to it having a mind of its own.

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A few hours later, the parasite had started to grow but was nowhere near resembling an arm. Dark tendrils were shooting up underneath her skin towards her shoulder as the dark blob elongated, currently at work mimicking an elbow joint.

Wheezing, the pain making her sweat, Kamri kept going. She and Jelthra had split up in order to evade the patrols currently looking for them. They didn’t have time to wonder who knew that they had trapped Luzella in another realm, and at the moment it did not matter.

Kamri would meet Jelthra on the ground floor, if she did not pass out from the pain before then as her new “arm” continued grafting itself to her wound.

Finally reaching Aeltha’s workspace, Zarena admitted herself without ceremony, her High Sorceress Varayen in tow, their escort bid to wait outside. The local Spire’s High Sorceress’ chamber was large, dominated by a westward facing window that nearly made up the entirety of the wall, the first rays of morning streaking inside to illuminate the strange room.

Shelves upon shelves of books, trinkets, artefacts and other oddities lined the walls, and in part of the centre of the room, tables and work surfaces packed with vials over flames containing bubbling fluids filled the air with odd, exotic smells. Skulls of various beasts and people were mounted here and there, but if they were decorative or not was not immediately evident. Tools and devices of strange and nefarious designs were neatly lined on tables, the stone floor stained by old blood in several spots.

In the back, in a dark corner partially hidden from her view, Zarena saw a male figure hanging limp from chains around his wrists. The prisoner seemed unconscious, spasming every now and then that caused the chains to rattle softly. Dark lines across his chest showed wounds that had yet to heal.

Standing by one of her tables near the centre of the large stone chamber, the High Sorceress herself stood before a heavy, open tome, the eldritch words upon the ancient pages glowing with a soft purple hue.

Aeltha turned her head lazily to see who dared barge into her quarters uninvited, and her eyebrow arched quizzically when she saw who entered.

“Well, now,” Aeltha said, a hand coming up to brush some of her long, violet locks from her face. “Exalted Zarena, what a surprise. And High Priestess Varayen. Welcome to my lair.”

Zarena was aware Aeltha knew who she was, and who her High Priestess was, but whether or not the respect in her voice was forced or genuine was not known. To be blunt, Zarena did not care. Looking down at the relatively modestly statured woman, Zarena would cut straight to the matter.

“The Home Spire received word a Talon Leader has gone missing, presumably trapped in another world. My High Sorceress claims you have what she needs to retrieve her.”

Aeltha looked puzzled. She had not learned of any disappearance, although now the encounter with Kamri minus one arm seemed more conspicuous. She really ought to learn to ask the lesser dwellers of the Spire of what they were up to, but when she was honest, Aeltha was more intrigued by the opportunity to grow a new arm for Kamri than she was about why she had lost it in the first place.

“Truly?” Aeltha asked, landing her eyes on the golden orbs of the beautiful and skilled High Sorceress, Varayen. Varayen was a magician Aeltha could admit – inside herself – she quite admired, although the dark-haired spellcaster had been mostly retired for many years, now. Varayen’s work, however, would endure forever, and Aeltha had learned many things from Varayen’s research.

For Varayen’s part, she held Aeltha up as an equal. Though younger than herself, the capable High Sorceress to Yuldasha was a supreme talent in the Order of High Magicks, and it would not do for Varayen not to acknowledge the many breakthroughs Aeltha’s research had gained the Kazdruk.

Varayen nodded to her colleague. “Yes, I require a planar auger attuned to this world. With it I can locate the Talon Leader in question and bring her back.”

Aeltha pursed her lips, nodded. “I certainly have one. Might I ask who has gone missing?”
“Luzella,” Zarena said flatly.

This surprised Aeltha. “Really? However did that come to pass?”

“Are you not aware this Spire is in a state of alert because of this?” Zarena said, looking down on the spellcaster, wondering whether or not the soldiers crawling all over this Spire had not dared interrupt her.

Aeltha shook her head. “No I did not.” She walked over to one of the shelves to her right, reached up to the top and retrieved a black and blue crystal. The crystal, black with streaks of dark blue like storm clouds frozen within its centre was a rough teardrop, nearly as long as Aeltha’s forearm.

Aeltha walked over and handed it to Varayen. “How did Luzella, of all people, manage to get herself trapped in another realm?”

Zarena answered in Varayen’s place, bile in her tone. “We should like to ask her that ourselves. As well as her supposed captors, a Kamri and a Jelhtra.”

Now Aeltha was genuinely interested. There hadn’t been this much intrigue on her doorstep in ages. It amused herself not to informed Zarena, the legendary commander, that the accused had been standing where she stood a mere hour ago.

As Varayen took the planar auger, a knock on Aeltha’s open door reverberated.

“Misress Zarena,” a voice called from a warrior who dared not enter without permission. “We have brought the slaves who sent the message.”

“Bring them,” Zarena ordered, waving for the guard to enter.

Stepping back, a firm nod of his head signalled for his two charges to enter. He himself remained standing on the threshold to the corridor beyond Aeltha’s laboratory.

Entering with eyes cast down, clearly unhappy with their situation, two elves wearing only collars and dark red loincloths entered, their hands shackled behind their backs. One was a blonde, fair-skinned thing, the other a dark, exotic figure. They walked a few paces into the room and stood, defeat all but tattooed upon their skin.

“You reported Talon Leader Luzella was missing?” Zarena asked, her tone brooking no hesitation nor falsehood. The trembling elves merely nodded. “How do you know this? How do you know she is in another realm?”

It took a moment before the blonde slave-elf replied. “We overheard Kamri and Jelthra speaking. They said something about trapping her in another dimension through a portal. That is all we know, I swear.”

Suppressing her reaction, Aeltha recalled Kamri skulking about earlier, and she suspected the turned elf had taken something from her chamber. Casting a look at a shelf to the side of the chamber, looking between the trinkets and artefacts related to her planar research, Aeltha then realized what Kamri had stolen. It was a magic imprint stone. Suddenly everything that was happening made perfect sense to the High Sorceress. It was interesting, but she was not about to comment on it. It just meant that Kamri owed her for far more than just her new arm.

Zarena eyed the two of them, suspicious. “Why would two slaves bother to report the disappearance of a prominent Talon Leader?” Thinking of her own question a moment, she asked another question. “To whom do the two of you belong?”

Again, the answer was a while in finding a voice from the fair-skinned one. “We belong to Luzella.”

The oddity of that statement was not lost on anyone in Aeltha’s chamber. Aeltha more than the other two found this to be exceptionally intriguing. All Kazdruk were pitiless where their slaves were concerned, and Luzella was harsher than most, so why one of her playthings would actually report her disappearance raised a whole score of questions.

Clearly Avelyn, Aeltha remembered what the blonde was named, was more broken by Luzella than she likely realized herself.

Uninterested in the blonde’s motives, Zarena pressed on. “You realize of course it will not end well for the two of you if you are being untruthful.”

Neither slave said anything. In fact, the exotic elf had not said a word and was trembling far more than the blonde.

Zarena looked at Varayen. “Do you have what you need?”

“Yes,” said Varayen, her golden eyes aglow with her power. The crystal was suspended above her palm, swirling gently, a torrent of ethereal energy crackling between it and the sphere atop her staff. “I have begun searching for Luzella past the fabric of this reality. It should not take me long to find her.”

Nodding, losing none of her intensity of purpose, Zarena cast her steely gaze back down on the elf slaves as Varayen closed her eyes in concentration. “We shall presently see if you are telling us the truth. For your sake, pray my High Sorceress can locate Luzella.”

Swallowing, Avelyn dared not look up at this imposing woman until she felt the force of her glower turn away. When she did, she gasped, hurriedly throwing her eyes down at her hoofs, dread radiating within her at seeing the emblem upon the disc hanging from the huge Kazdruk’s choker.

It only took a minute of searching before Varayen opened her eyes, the intense magical force behind them enough to flutter all fabric inside the chamber. “There she is. I shall open a portal. Stand back.”

They did at her instruction, and shortly after a tear started ripping through the air in front of Varayen. Starting as a turquoise, jagged line before the High Sorceress, the line expanded, thickened, and then ripped open like someone reaching their fingers into the tear of a shirt and pulling it wider. Crackling forces and an otherworldly drone mounted in intensity as Varayen fought to stabilize the event horizon, using every inch of her arcane genius, her staff and the planar auger to harmonize her powers, to create a doorway between realms.

Within a few heartbeats the tear in the fabric of space and time stabilized into a perfect circle, opening the path between this world and the world where the High Priestess had tracked Luzella’s essence. Whirling before Varayen, droning with the immense powers that were required to bridge one reality to another, the High Sorceress could now keep the doorway open simply by feeding a bit of her powers into the planar auger, the deep blue within the black crystal throbbing with light.

Feeling the gravitational force trying to pull her in, Zarena had to steady herself by planting one hoof half a step in front of herself. The powers at display here were truly immense.

“Well, there she is.” Varayen looked at Zarena, nodded into the portal.

Zarena stepped in front of it, feeling it want to pull her through as though it was a sentient being. The way through the portal appeared like mirrors reflecting mirrors minus her own reflection, seeing the opening to the other world a bit into the distance from the opening Varayen had opened.

With a disgusted grunt, Zarena’s eyes took in the loathsome sight of the mighty Talon Leader Luzella, covered in slime, cum, tentacles and sweat, a brutish keeat mounting her from behind, thick tendrils wrapped all over her body and her massive cock and stuffed into her mouth.

Any single Talon Leader had likely not been in such a deplorable state, and judging by the glassy look in Luzella’s eyes and her slack muscles, she had been at the mercy of these creatures for quite a long time.

Teeth gritting inside her mouth with utter revulsion, Zarena was barely able to retain her composure when she addressed her sorceress. “Release her, if you please.”

Varayen’s eyes squinted, a pensive look on her beautiful face. “No, I cannot.” Before Zarena could speak, she continued, “This is a very special realm. I call it a ‘balance world’. It is unlike most other realities to which we can portal because it is quite possessive, hence the gravitational pull we feel. It is a world that is a cosmic superbeing, all of it part of a greater body that defies our comprehension, at least at the moment.”

“How can that be?” Zarena sounded unconvinced, mouth twisted in repulsion, not sure she fully comprehended what Varayen was saying. “There are keeats in there. How can something that exist in our world exist in such a place?”

Varayen shook her head. “I do not know for certain. I can venture an educated guess, however, and my guess is that whoever originally opened the portal to this specific realm had keeats in his or her thoughts when the connection was first created. Through the powers of which this balance world exist, the keeats were spawned from the caster’s own mind.”

Zarena’s face soured, and looking at Luzella in such a contemptible state was not helping. “How do we retrieve her, then?”

“It is quite simple, really,” Varayen said, careful to keep feeding the planar auger her power so that the portal remained stable. “I call it a ‘balance world’ because something cannot be taken out of it without leaving something within it. Once something has been added, a similar entity must take its place before what was originally added can be removed.”

“How do you know this?” Aeltha asked, unable to keep her professional curiosity from surfacing. She had never heard of such a place before.

“Because in my youth I once discovered such a world on accident whilst doing portal research. I spent quite a while in there before I managed to escape.”

Aeltha nodded, smiling inwardly at the implication. She wondered who Varayen had trapped in that world to facilitate her own escape. Aeltha’s admiration for the retired High Sorceress could yet increase.

Zarena, understanding enough of the situation, looked at the two elves cowering next to her. “Will any person do to take Luzella’s place?”

“Yes,” Varayen said immediately. “A life for a life. The quality of the life does not matter.”

Zarena stepped over to the elves. Before Avelyn knew what was happening, she heard Tasha shriek, begging. In a heartbeat the large Kazdruk had dragged Tasha, kicking and screaming, to the threshold of the portal, and without a second thought or change of expression, tossed her in.

An ear-shattering shriek emanated from Tasha as she fell, horizontally, through the maw of the portal, falling head over heels onto the spongy, seemingly living ground of the horrid world beyond.

As soon as Tasha had landed, the tentacles released Luzella and seized the helpless elf, pinning her to the ground. The keeat that had just deposited its seed into the Talon Leader barked at the intrusion, but oddly enough, the entire pack scampered off, away from Luzella and the elf.

Luzella lay flat on her belly, seemingly unaware of her surroundings.

“Will another person upset the balance?” Zarena asked.

Varayen knew what she meant. “I am unsure.”

Zarena turned to the blonde. “Get in there and help your master.”

Still shocked that Tasha was cast into that horrific realm, Avelyn was unable to speak or act.

She cried in pain when Zarena’s strong hand seized her arm, and before she knew it, she too was being thrown into that dreadful place.

Screaming with terrors before unknown, a smaller part of Avelyn reflected on the bizarre sensation of falling sideways through the terrifying tunnel between worlds. Only when she neared the far end did she start losing elevation, until she landed on an equally bizarre deck once she cleared the portal.

Tumbling and skidding to a halt, it took a few seconds for Avelyn to get her bearings, and she had never before experienced such a potent feeling of displacement and confusion wreaking havoc on her senses.

The ground beneath her felt like she was lying atop the naked skin of a giant, warm and giving slightly under her weight, and deep down under her she swore she felt a pulse, as if there was some massive heart beating far, far underneath.

Disgusted and terrified in equal measure, Avelyn carefully stood up, fighting the desire to void the contents of her stomach. The swirling in her head, the alien, odd smell and the proverbial purple film across her eyes made her entire sense of self twirl as though in a hurricane, and it took several moments of effort to rise to her feet.

Panting, her confusion fighting her revulsion, wide eyes took in her surroundings. In front of her was the twirling maw of the portal, and in the distance she could see the terrifying silhouette of Zarena. Even though she could not see her features, Avelyn got the distinct impression the woman who was taller even than Luzella was already displeased with the time Avelyn had so far spent in the other world.

Feeling ill at place for more reasons than she could count, remembering clearly Varayen’s description that this place might be within some sort of massive creature that defied comprehension and all laws of nature she was aware of, Avelyn managed to summon enough willpower to move. The faster she did so, the faster she would – hopefully – be returning through the portal. It was no point wondering whether or not she would be allowed to return without Luzella.

Walking unsteadily on the strange ground, feeling the dull background drone of whatever this hellish place was pierce her ears all the way into her brain, Avelyn eventually flopped to her knees next to Luzella.

The Talon Leader was covered in dried semen and drool, some still wet, flowing over her muscles. She was breathing deeply, staring blankly at nothing. Avelyn recognized the look, realized her own eyes usually appeared as thus once Luzella had had her way with her. For whatever twisted reason, Avelyn pitied Luzella.

She touched Luzella’s shoulder, received no indication that the Kazdruk was even aware of her presence.

“Luzella?”

The Talon Leader did not move.

“Luzella!”

Again there was no response.

Feeling helplessness begin its slow transformation to hopelessness, Avelyn looked around, desperate to find something with which to aid her.

Her eyes landed on Avelyn, struggling equally desperate against the encroaching tentacles. Already the dripping, slick purple appendages had seized the elf’s limbs, pinning her down and spreading her legs wide. Yet more tentacles were sliding up the insides of her thighs, aimed at her vulnerable openings. A scream of despairing defiance allowed another tentacle to slip into her mouth, gagging her pleas, probing into her throat, around which another tentacle coiled to keep the elf under control.

Tears streaking her face, knowing but not truly appreciating the fate Tasha was being condemned to, Avelyn, grasping at any straws she could in order to reach through to Luzella, leaned closer, spoke softly into the Talon Leader’s ear.

“Do you hear that?” she said, just as another muffled scream escaped Tasha as the tentacles started wriggling their way into her remaining orifices. “You slave Tasha’s horrified cries?” Avelyn sniffled, forcing herself to simply work on solving her current problem, shutting her own feelings away for now. “She is begging for your attention.”

This time, there was a twitch in Luzella’s ear, but her blank expression remained unchanged.

Watching the little elf attempt to help Luzella, knowing she was likely doing all she could, Zarena was growing impatient all the same. Her initial wrath with Luzella’s monumental fuckup was starting to recede, and yet a potent sense of irate anger remained bubbling close to the surface.

“I am starting to understand the disappointment you must have felt towards Eylen,” Zarena said matter-of-factly, looking at the elf through the portal, seeing a small movement of Luzella’s hand.

Varayen nodded, a brief mental image of her sorceress-daughter Eylen ghosting past. “Indeed. I fear that is a sensation that has not lessened in time.”

Arms crossed, Zarena turned her head to look down at her companion. “How long do you intend to let her remain there?”

“Another year or so. I need to know she fully appreciates the depths of her failures, how she has wounded her clan’s pride. She will remain with the elven priestess, imprisoned in that tentacle hell and mercilessly used for now. She needs to understand she is doomed to that fate for all eternity, thoroughly, so that when I finally do pull her out of there, she will have ample motivation to step up her game. To not drag my reputation down with her.”

Zarena had to admire Varayen’s ruthlessness, her ambivalence to her daughter’s fate. They should all be as strong of will as Varayen was.

Mumbling, cobwebs in her mind blinding both her vision and her senses, Luzella was made aware of a distant, echoing voice. There was something familiar about it, something she felt like she should recognize.

The voice continued speaking, but Luzella was unable to recognize the words. The tone was what she tried to hold on to. It had a comforting quality to it, a quality that soothed her deep within, yet she did not understand why or how. Farther away, even quieter, screams that somehow delighted Luzella reverberated now and again.

“…ease stand up.”

It was difficult to hear, but eventually she managed to pick out the odd word.

Help. Portal. Come. Leave. Dangerous. Tasha.

Like the dawning sun slowly but meticulously erasing the shadows of night, the familiar voice banished the darkness in Luzella’s mind, bit by bit, piece by piece, until she regained some semblance of control.

She gasped for air when her eyes suddenly regained their function, but she had to blink several times and hard, understanding they’d been kept open for far longer than what was comfortable.

“Wh… what? Who?”

Her voice felt pitiful, her throat dry. Clearing it did not immediately help. Running her tongue inside her mouth caught the residual taste of something salty.

“Luzella! It’s me, it’s Avelyn! You need to stand up!”

Groggily, feeling as though her body was pinned beneath the Spire itself, she managed to move her head enough to allow her eyes to drink in the splendid vision of Avelyn, naked but for a loincloth and the collar around her neck.

The confusion on Luzella’s face was all Avelyn needed. Clearly she was out of it. Who knew how long this world had raped her into submission?

“We need to leave, Luzella. Can you stand up?”

Accepting Avelyn’s words, too tired to try to make sense of anything but somehow knowing she did not wish to be where she was, Luzella started to stand up. It was slow going, one planted hand before the other, one knee to support her weight following the second, a slow rise to unsteady hoofs. As she moved, she thought her skin was covered in something. It felt both wet and crusty.

Avelyn aided as best she could, taking some of Luzella’s significant mass by draping one of the Talon Leader’s arms around her.

“Follow me,” Avelyn said, pointing them towards the swirling portal, momentarily puzzled why there was no gravitational pull on this side trying to suck them through.

Allowing herself to be guided by the little elf, having enough trouble just to put one hoof in front of the other, Luzella shambled towards the otherworldly light in front of her, trusting that Avelyn knew what she was doing.

Behind them, the tentacles were doing their best to break in the new visitor, emptying gallons of sticky white cum into every opening. As soon as one tentacle retreated from a hole, another took its place. Sobbing as best as she was able with yet another tentacle deep in her throat, another deep in her ass and a third poised to stab into her pussy, Tasha was all too aware that Avelyn and Luzella were stepping into the portal.

Leaving her to the relentless attention of the tentacles.

Tasha & Tentacles

When they exited the portal on the other side, Luzella toppled to her knees, taking Avelyn with her. Behind them, the portal closed without further ceremony, cutting Aeltha’s laboratory from the balance world.

Heaving for air, barely strong enough to hold herself on her hands and knees, Luzella’s eyes eventually landed on Zarena’s hooves, which stood directly in front of her. Sliding her gaze upwards, taking in more and more of a shapely, grand female Kazdruk, her heart nearly ceased beating as her eyes widened in shock, seeing the face scowling down at her.

Luzella’s voice failed her several times, until she barely managed more than a mumble.

“Mother?”

Arms still crossed, eyes narrowed in revolted anger, Zarena turned her attention to the Kazdruk soldier standing in the doorway.

“Have you found my other daughter, Wulfshn?”

SPIRE OF TORMENT. CHAPTER 33: No Escape

Written by J-Cal.

Snarling in frustration and erupting in a scream of utter hatred, the portal slid shut before Luzella’s glowering eyes. Taking with it its soft growl and ethereal illumination, it left behind silence and darkness.

Huffing with the potent high of combat, clutching her halberd in a painful grip as her teeth gnashed to the point of almost shattering, Luzella looked around, finding herself in an otherworldly place that defied anything the Kazdruk warrior had before witnessed.

A dull, rhythmic drone in the inner channels of her ears gnawed at her, as though trying to make pinpricks in her sanity or attempting to peck away her mental fortitude like a mad carver employing a needle on a block of granite.

Luzella was in a cavernous tunnel of sorts, the length of it far longer than what her eyes could see in either direction. The walls, ground and ceiling looked more akin to flesh than stone or anything that would be used to construct such a canal, glistening and wet. Tendrils, tubes and growths all over pulsed and oozed a viscus substance that the floor appeared to absorb through tiny pores.

Squinting, Luzealla shook her head. It was as though she was seeing everything through a window, the panes of which were ever so lightly tinted violet. Rubbing her eyes did not remove the colouration, making her both unsure and annoyed.

Everything about her surroundings felt strange, looked strange, felt wrong and looked wrong. Over the decades, Luzella had raided and pillaged her way through vast parts of the world, and yet, she had never before seen a place that compared to this.

Beneath her hooves the ground was damp and slightly soft, as though she stood on a great piece of leather armour that had been stretched far wider than should be possible. It felt like standing on a patch of moss, spongy but capable of supporting her weight. Odd, gnarled roots the appearance of hardened intestines sprawled from the ground hither and dither, their function a mystery. Walking on the alien ground, taking care to distribute her significant bulk lest the bizarre surface cause her to loose her footing, she stepped closer to the nearest wall, her face twisted in confusion and dread fascination.

The walls seemed made of a nightmarish membrane, ribbed and organic, tinted purple like everything else. Hesitatingly putting a couple of fingers against the surface, she recoiled at the wall’s response to her touch by puckering and jiggling.

Confronted with thoughts she had not had the need for since she was barely old enough to stand, Luzella tried to quell the uneasy sensations churning up inside of her. She tried reasoning with herself, convince herself she was not, in fact, starting to feel a little frightened. It was just unfamiliar, that was all.

Perhaps it was the organic nature of the cavern, the way every colour seemed tainted by purplish-blue, the fact that she appeared to be in the middle of a tunnel with no discernible way out. Claustrophobia and helplessness clawed at her mind in tune with the unyielding humming in hear ears. Looking next to her once more, the seemingly endless tunnel vanished into the blackness in the distance, like a howling maw into the abyss.

For the first time, Luzella felt out of place, small and insignificant, without an inkling of what to do.

As soon as the first inkling of that pitiful emotion – fear – started bubbling its way up her body, Luzella stomped it down. She was a Talon Leader, a champion of Yuldasha whose blade had felled countless warriors and whose cock had fucked captives and slaves beyond numbers. She did not become afraid.

She was only partially successful in convincing herself.

Cursing the two scheming cowards Kamri and Jelthra who had tricked her into their trap, Luzella was already picturing what she would do to the two dumb cunts when she got back to the Spire. She’d fuck their asses, brutally hard, while squeezing their very life from their throats. Shooting her load into them, knowing her volume and the power of her ejaculation would force the semen up into their gullets, she would be suffocating them from both within and without. A meagre punishment for their scheme, but it would nonetheless please Luzella to no end.

There must be a way out, she thought, putting aside her ideas for revenge for when she would need them, and focusing her efforts on the here and now. Looking down one length of the fleshy tunnel, then the other, Luzella already knew she had nothing with which to base any decision upon. Therefore, she simply picked a direction and began moving, walking awkwardly on the weird surface, but at least having a purpose would help banish her feeling of entrapment and helplessness.

Agonized, yowls spilling from grinding teeth, Kamri walked unsteadily, clutching at her bloody stump. Luzella’s halberd had made a clean cut, severing the elf’s left hand just above her elbow through her bicep. The pain was excruciating. The blood loss was the real concern, however.

She had blacked out for a few minutes by the spot where she had succeeded in trapping Luzella in the portal. When she woke, her nose was in a puddle of her own warm viscera. As the world slowly reasserted itself, her swimming vision seeing Brazeek’s corpse nearby, the knife that had killed him jutting out of his chest where it punctured his heart, Kamri soon remembered the triumph that had just taken place.

And realized with some dread that she would not be alive to savour it lest she act quickly. Getting to her feet, stumbling over to Brazeek, she ripped off a strip of his clothing and wound it tightly around where her arm had used to be. The poor dressing soaked through immediately, but it was better than nothing.

Below, she found where Jelthra had plummeted to the ground following Luzella’s violent attack. The sorceress was breathing, looking to be in one piece, but unconscious. Stopping, supporting herself against the wall, forcing strength to return to her muscles as she tried to block out the radiating pain gripping her mauled arm, Kamri for a moment contemplated simply leaving.

Sighing, then inhaling sharply through her teeth as a new wave of horrendous pain washed over her, Kamri intimately knew she would not have succeeded in her ploy to trap Luzella without the human. While it would be easier to leave her – likely bestowing upon her a grisly fate depending who found her first – Kamri walked down to the ring below, over to Jelthra, blood dripping from her wound.

“Jelthra…” Kamri tested her voice, found it came out with all the fluidity of sand. Clearing her throat and wetting her lips, she tried again. “Jelthra!”

The human stirred, a jolt through her body causing her abundant bosom to ripple in her tight garb. Groaning, a hand coming up to her head, Jelthra’s amber eyes slowly adjusted.

“Ooh, whaz happened?” The hand snapped away from her head, a look of shock taking hold of her expression. “Where is Luzella?”

Kamri snorted. It was all the mirth she could summon. “Cunt’s gone. That’s all that matters.” She had always thought she’d be able to gloat more if she ever succeeded with the plan, but given her current status, gloating seemed trivial.

“Whaz happened?” Jelthra asked, her features twisting once again to something resembling concern when she noticed Kamri’s arm.

“We need to go before I bleed out,” Kamri said flatly, trying to hide the pain from her words and only partially succeeding. She set off without waiting for the sorceress.

“Wez need to see to zat wound!” Jelthra coughed, unsteadily getting to her feet. A hand supported her stomach where Luzella’s strike had connected, sending her spiraling down from the level above. By some miracle, nothing had broken, but taking deep breaths ached terribly, as did moving too fast.

Seeing to the cut was one thing, however Kamri already had another idea. They’d get somewhere away from the north fighting ring to distance themselves from the scene of their victory – Brazeek’s dead body notwithstanding – where the spellsword could do what she could for her pain. Additionally, they’d dress the wound better.

After that, as Kamri had no intensions of living with a single arm, she would approach the only person who was likely able to aid her, no matter how dangerous she was or what she might demand in payment.

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The muffled sound of furtive, naked feet ceased whenever someone went past. Peering out of the corner ever so carefully, they let the two guards be about their way before they darted out. Sticking to the shadows, hugging the walls whenever possible and never risking exposure, the pair had so far succeeded in creating considerable distance between themselves and their cage.

The key she had received from Wulfshn had done its job. The demonstration that it would unlock the cage was all the motivation she had needed to make the bargain with Luzella’s twisted sibling. They had sold Wulfshn their silence, letting her take the human boy – Brayton – from Luzella’s chamber to do whatever she wanted to. Knowing Wulfshn’s perverse desires almost as intimately as she knew Luzella’s, she had a very good idea what the younger sister wanted the human for. Likely the same reason why Luzella had chained the human up in her chamber for in the first place. Having listened to the male’s gagged moans as he weathered Luzella’s forced milking had not disturbed her in the least. In fact, she had simply been happy Luzella had focused her attention elsewhere for a little while, wringing the human dry of his seed with her fingers deep in his ass.

Being completely honest with herself, Avelyn had found the show put on by Luzella and her new human plaything somewhat arousing, but she did not care one iota about why Wulfshn had stolen him from Luezlla’s chamber, nor what was happening to him now. All that mattered was making her escape with Tasha. Luzella had not come back to her chamber after she’d had her fun with Brayton, and as time had passed, Avelyn dared not wait any longer.

The magical key Wulfshn had given her to persuade her not to inform Luzella of Brayton’s whereabouts had so far unlocked every door she had inserted it into, making their unseen passage through the Spire far easier.

The two elves wore only what they’d had in their cages, wine-red loincloths and the oppressive metal collars about their necks. As they ran, they kept the hoops in front of their collars pressed down to keep it from clattering and clinking, their supple chests bounding with their strides.

They turned a corner to face a corridor they had no choice but to traverse, and she knew the twenty-one doors set to either side of the hallway housed mid-ranking leaders of the Kazdruk war parties. The fact that it was night was no guarantee that those doors would remain undisturbed for the precious seconds they would need to get to the other side, not least because the sleepless nature of the Spire meant anyone could be around any corner at any time.

Worse still was that one of the doors about two thirds of the way down on the left was slightly open, candlelight spilling into the corridor that was illuminated by a few sconces set in the wall after every seventh door.

“What should we do?” Tasha whispered, still nervous, her voice always on the verge of trembling. Avelyn’s senses were on edge as well, but she seemed to handle the stresses of their escape in progress better than her dark-skinned cousin.

“We need to go, and we have no time to lose. Remember the plan, if confronted we act inconspicuous, say we’re getting something for Luzella.”

Tasha nodded, but Avelyn could feel her apprehension.

“We stop in front of the open door and check if it is safe to pass, before we pass.” Avelyn added, trying to sound more confident than she was for Tasha’s sake. Tasha swallowed.

They started down the hallway, light on their feet, controlling their breathing as best as they were able. Before long they stood as flat as they could against the wall before the slightly open door. Grunts could be heard from inside, and Avelyn noticed a bead of nervous sweat roll down her cheek.

Leaning in slowly, holding her breath, feeling her heart thunder in her chest, Avelyn’s green eyes dared to peek inside the room, hoping to find the occupant preferably sleeping, or at least with the back against the door.

No such luck, however.

In a squat leather chair, facing the door, sat a red-skinned brute of a warrior. His obscene musculature glistened with a faint sheen of perspiration in the soft glow of half a dozen candles inside his chamber. The head was half shaven, the half that did have thick black tresses hanging down the same side of his head. The big eyes were looking down, an appearance of lust and disgust in equal measure within them.

Avelyn then realized what the warrior’s attention was fixed on, and what was making those struggling groans.

Between the male’s powerful, spread thighs, a captive woman was clearly struggling to breathe. It took no amount of imagination to understand that she had the warrior’s cock in her throat, and by the way the male’s big hand held the back of her head down, it was safe to assume her nose was pressed up against his belly. She was tiny compared to her captor, the way Avelyn was tiny compared to Luzella.

Wet, gargling sounds was the only way the dark-skinned elf with long black hair could communicate. She was naked, her hands bound tightly behind her back with a leather thong, her curvaceous, fit body covered in sweat. Her chest was significant enough that Avelyn could see them even from behind, and the pool of spit under her was witness to the fact that the warrior’s manhood had been spearing down her throat for a good while already.

Feeling bad for the elf but knowing there was literally nothing she could do to help her without risking her and Tasha’s chance for escape, Avelyn made the only decision she could, and prepared to pass the door. It was clear the warrior’s attention was not directed at the doorway, so if they were quick and quiet, he would never notice their passing.

As wet choking noises kept spilling into the corridor, Avelyn gestured to Tasha that they would be continuing. Nodding anxiously, trusting that Avelyn would not be attempting the cross unless it was somewhat safe, Tasha prepared to follow.

Avelyn dashed past the open slit immediately. As Tasha followed, she nearly stumbled when she cast a look inside. Not because of the brutal act that was taking place in there, now culminating with the warrior filling his captive’s belly with his seed as indicated by his loud moan and the way his head was leaning back, but because Tasha noticed the tribal design tattooed on the female elf’s lower back.

Not realizing she was standing in the partially open doorway, mouth agape, she was violently yanked aside by Avelyn who held Tasha’s arm in an iron grip as they left the corridor and took refuge in a dark corner.

“What are you doing?” Avelyn asked, her whisper a menacing hiss.

Shaking her head, knowing she had just risked both their lives, Tasha shook her head, whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Around the corner, back in the corridor they had just passed through, loud masculine groans kept reverberating across the stone walls.

“That woman in there,” Tasha began, visibly upset. “I think she’s from the neighbouring village to mine in Zelkathorn.”

“How can you possibly know that”? Avelyn snapped, not really interested in such things at the moment.

“Her tattoo! That design, I am almost positive it is a mark of that particular tribe.”
Avelyn shook her head. “Even if it is, there’s nothing we can do for her. That brute will do with her as he will, as will every one of our captors in this place with all of the prisoners. We have to think about ourselves, and we have to go, right now.”

Tasha nodded, fighting back a tear, trying and failing not to picture her own mouth stretched around a fat member, her belly forcibly filled with thick Kazdruk goo.

“I’m sorry, yes, lead on,” Tasha whispered, composing herself as best she could. Avelyn was right, of course. They could only look after themselves now.”

Nodding, still a little on edge after Tasha’s hesitation, Avelyn moved on, silently with Tasha in tow.

They made their way ever down, slowly but methodically, avoiding the odd patrol and other slaves about their business, not daring to be seen by anyone though knowing most slaves would avoid them, and most Kazdruk would not deign to look upon them.

Descending a narrow spiral staircase, Avelyn dragged Tasha into a shadowed alcove as she heard voices from down below. As they pressed themselves out of view of the stairwell, holding their breaths, the voices grew louder, making it very clear that whoever were below would be passing the two slaves.

“…dripping blood through zee bandages,” a feminine voice said.

“I know!” another female voice snapped, though her shout seemed weak. “Just… stop talking about it. I promise you I can feel that I’ve lost a dangerous amount of blood. We just… we just…”

“Here,” the first voice said, and Avelyn’s and Tasha’s collective breath caught in their throat when they realized the pair had stopped just outside the alcove. If they turned the corner, they would be discovered.

“Take it easy,” the first woman continued. “I’ll weave a simple zpell on you. It should help alleviate your light-headedness. There, like zo. But wez need to hurry.”

“Yes,” the second voice said, sounding more drowsy than weak now. “Yes, not a moment to lose.”

As receding steps sounded above them, the slaves sighed with relief, feeling their hearts hammer their ribcages. Avelyn thought she recognized the voices. The first one sounded very much like Jelthra, the human, Kazdruk turncoat. The second she believed belonged to Kamri. It wouldn’t be unusual for those two to be in close proximity. But why did Kamri sound so feeble?

“At least that cunt Luzella is finally gone,” Kamri said a weak chuckle, the spell having rendered her numb to the pain, but had her sounding inebriated as though drunk.

“Yes, yes, trapping her in zat dimension was a great success, thanks to zee portal. Now hush. You need to conserve every bit of your strength until we get up to…”

The voices faded away above.

“Let’s go.” Tasha nudged Avelyn when she still stood rooted to the spot, pressing her naked back against the cold stone wall. “What are you waiting for?”

Avelyn looked wide-eyed at nothing in particular, dread settling on her face and stealing the colour from her cheeks. What was that they said? Luzella was gone? Trapped in another dimension by magical trickery?

Part of Avelyn knew she should be rejoicing. Her captor, tormentor and abuser was gone! She would be truly free if she could escape the Spire!

That part of her, however, seemed distant. Tiny. For whatever reason she could not fathom, she felt a tingle of despair as a knot in her belly.

A hundred sensations and thoughts stormed through her head, tearing her this way and that, making her weak of knees and arms. What did this all mean?

She was free of Luzella, now. She should be ecstatic, especially being so close to the Spire’s ground floor. She would run away and never ever be raped or tortured by the huge red-skinned warrior-woman again.

Then, why was a plan to save Luzella forming in her mind?

Time had ceased to have meaning.

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Beyond enraged with her own inaptitude to find a solution to her conundrum, as well as with the gross organic nature of the caverns she traversed only to find more of the same, not certain if she was walking in circles, Luzella gave in to her violence.

Slashing at the fleshy walls, the halberd held in both hands in a grip that threatened to shatter the shaft, Luzella screamed and bellowed. Meaning to tear her way out of whatever hellhole the whores Kamri and Jelhtra had sent her two, she swore again and again to take such violent revenge on them both that there’d be nothing left with which to identify the remains once she was through with them.

The walls, ever acting like they were part of something that was alive, oozed a thick black substance, like blood, from the walls where Luzella had cut, tremors around the wounds speaking of some base intelligence that hurt, wanting to get away from what sliced it.

Adding to her frustration, Luzella found she could not rend the wall open. The meaty substance of the wall was unusually dense, resisting the bite of the metal, allowing her to merely draw shallow grooves in it. It was as though some resistant sinew beyond the skin of the walls deflected the blows of her halberd’s axe, refusing her to cut deeper.

With a final frustrated and furious growl, Luzella tossed the weapon aside and kicked at the wall in a juvenile gesture of defiance.

Panting, hands on her hips, Luzella bit her lip as she forced herself to calm down. Such random acts of violence would clearly get her nowhere. She needed to compose herself.

As her breathing grew less laboured, she noticed sounds she had not yet before heard over that constant, maddening drone she had heard ever since arriving in this nightmarish realm. It was like slithering, one noise atop the other, distant, muted.

Puzzled, turning one pointy ear towards the sound, Luzella soon identified the slithering came from somewhere beyond the wounds she had put in the wall.

Mouth slightly open in confusion, trying to make sense of what she was hearing, she stepped closer. Her hoofs had long since grown accustomed to treading on the partially soft organic floor, but she still had to mind her steps to keep her balance.

Putting an ear close to one of the rifts she had sliced across the wall, about as long as her arm from fingertips to shoulder, Luzella’s eyes narrowed as she tried to identify what it was she was hearing.

Abruptly, sending Luzella staggering backwards, several dozen snakes shot out of the wounds in the wall, breaking the cuts open from within and flying through the air towards the Kazdruk Talon Leader.

Except, Luzella noticed with wide eyes as she felt herself fly back from the wall in slow motion, those weren’t snakes.

They were bulbous-headed purple tentacles, the slit at the end of each leaking a thick white substance.

Luzella seized the two tentacles closest to her in her fists, discovering holding onto them was challenging, for they were drenched in a viscous, slippery liquid, like warm slime. Holding them away from her was not deterring the rest of them, however, and Luzella snarled as they came for her.

Tentacles came to wrap around her horns, her outstretched arms and her neck. With the strength of a platoon of Kazdruk, the leaking tentacles toppled Luzella, who now found herself on her hands and knees with her head close to the wall from which the tentacles sprouted.

Sneering, trying to fight them off, Luzella’s reason told her she was already immobilized, but her mounting anger overshadowed all logic as she tried, fiercely, to free herself.

Holding on to the two tentacles she had seized was doing nothing to aid her, but she kept gripping them hard, trying to think of what she could do that would help her. As she roared in angry frustration, a tentacle wedged itself into her mouth.

A muffled cry of ignoble words were stifled by the thick tentaclehead in her mouth, which was already secreting a salty cream on her tongue. It was so wide it stretched Luzella’s jaw, robbing her of the leverage she needed to bite down hard. She tried to pull away but the rest of her assailants kept her down. Particularly, the tentacles coiled around her horns, forcing her head down, was doing a good job of holding the strong Kazdruk in place.

Struggling frantically to no avail, Luzella felt more tentacles wrap around her body, felt the warm slickness of slime on her skin and the dragging of the tentacles on her. Presently some of the tentacles began wedging their way inside her clothing and armour, stripping the Talon Leader where she kneeled.

Kicking her legs did nothing useful, and the more the tentacles wrapped themselves around her the more helpless she became. All of her powerful muscles rippled and flexed as she tried to free herself, but the sheer amount of slithering appendages had no trouble holding her down.

More or less naked but for a few tattered pieces of cloth and armour now, Luzella’s heavy tits dangled underneath her, soon under attack by tentacles that poked and prodded them. Her sculpted, powerful ass was likewise exposed, pointing up as though she was a breeding mare ready for the stallion to mount her.

The embarrassing pose was one thing, Luzella thought in a short moment of coherent thought, but the helplessness to do anything about it was what really rankled her. She didn’t give up her fight, however.

A pitiful moan escaped her stuffed mouth when she felt tentacles wrap around her balls and cock. The friction of slimy tentacles around her nether regions was, despite her attempts to deny it, making her member respond, causing it to rise and lengthen.

Behind her, another tentacle was rubbing its bulbous tip against Luzella’s exposed asshole, smearing the puckered opening with slime as well as the white goop it excreted from the slit in the head. It pressed its way into Luzella, and no amount of puckering or gagged shrieks would keep it from sinking all the way inside.

Her massive cock was soon fully erect, already leaking pre-cum because her body produced so much of it. Tentacles coiled around her, rubbed against her testicles, making her feel good despite her attempts to avoid it.

As the countless tentacles rubbed all over her and inside of her, some started spewing hot tentacle cum on Luzella, the sticky substance mixing with slime and the Kazdruk’s own sweat all over her body and in her hair.

Disgusted and angrier than she could recall having ever before been, Luzella redoubled her efforts. It would make for quite a pathetic spectacle had anyone seen the strong, mighty Talon Leader shudder uselessly as a tangle of tentacles fucked her mouth and ass, more tentacles still wrapped around her erection and her limbs.

The tentacles evidently got off quickly, and often, but little regard was given to switch places. The tentacle in her ass kept thrusting and pumping seed into her colon, the tentacle in her mouth kept prodding her gullet and depositing yet more spooge straight into Luzella’s belly. All over her the tentacles were rubbing and cumming, even succeeding in wringing out a few spurts of Luzella’s own seed with the incessant rubbing of her cock.

Her insides filled up from two fronts, Luzella soon began feeling somewhat bloated.

It was hard to say how long Luzella spent there, at the mercy of the tentacles, wet sounds of fucking, slithering and copious amounts of semen dripping to the organic floor, but not once did the Talon Leader consider giving in. Her body was tiring of the constant struggling, however.

A low growl from behind her caught Luzella’s attention, but she was not able to turn her head, the damnable, wretched tentacles still holding her horns in iron grips. It reminded Luzella of the throaty menace of a keeat, but surely that was impossible, as she was in some strange, distant place, far away from the kennels of the Spire.

Another growl, louder now, closer, now, washed over Luzella from behind, other barks sounding further away in the distance.

Confused, flinching when whatever was behind her barked loudly, she was equally surprised to feel the tentacle in her ass retreating, as did those that had been playing with her cock and balls.

Sniffing from behind her grew closer to her ears, until she saw a shape materialize next to her face. Turning her head as much as she was able to, she saw the muzzle of a purple keeat with glowing blue eyes leer at her. Its nostrils flared, assessing her.

Confounded, wondering what was going on, Luzella’s mind soon reached a shocking conclusion when she reminded herself just what sort of position she was in. Though the tentacles had slithered away from her ass and crotch, she was still held down with her ass in the air.

“Don’t even think about it, mutt,” she wanted to say, but the tentacle still in her mouth remained there.

Blasting Luzella’s face with a torrent of exhalation, thick strings of slobber dangling from its maw, the large keeat turned away, stepped away from Luzella’s head. Finding new strength with which to attempt liberation, knowing exactly what was coming, Luzella had precisely as much luck trying to free herself now as every attempt that had preceded it.

Sniffing between Luzella’s moist, tentacle-cum-covered thighs, the big beast lumbered forward, put one paw atop the Kazdruk, then the other, manoeuvring its bulky form into position as it put its weight onto the Kazdruk.

Try as she might to prevent it, Luzella, mighty Luzella, could not avert her tight ass from being invaded by a throbbing keeat erection. Screaming with shame as much as anger, Luzella ferociously struggled, summoning strength she did not know she could call upon.

She might as well have tossed a leaf into a hurricane and told it to remain still, for all the good it did her. The only thing that happened was that the tentacle in her mouth receded, trailing yet more thick semen. Its sudden limp feeling told Luzella it was only coming out because it was spent.

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The keeat bucked into her, slapping its thighs against the Talon Leader’s firm butt, driving its canine member as deep into Luzella as it would go. It grunted in satisfaction as Luzella let out a wordless gasp.

Gritting her teeth, trying to swing her tail like a lash at the beast just to be doing something – anything – to show she was still fighting naturally amounted to nothing.

The keeat slammed into her again, making her rock forward in the tentacles’ embrace.

Growling, unable to stop the beast, Luzella had a brief moment of pause at the sound of growls and howls in the distance, reminding her that there was likely an entire pack closing in.

“I swear I will slaughter you all,” she spat, emptying her mouth of tentacle-batter. The taste of salt was overpowering.

Unamused by the mare’s outburst, the keeat continued thrusting into her, soon depositing its significant load of hot slime deep into Luzella’s intestine, giving the Talon Leader the gift of increasing her bloated sensation.

It did not stop, however, only kept rocking into the glowering captive who was held in place by the tentacles, impotent to do anything to stop it from fucking as long as it pleased.

As more beasts approached from behind, Luzella was suddenly confronted by the very real fear that there might be absolutely no way out of her situation.

SPIRE OF TORMENT. CHAPTER 32: RETRIBUTION

By: Lucien

All of Neicul’s training played over in my head. I wonder what he would say If he knew I was currently on my way to confront Luzella. Would he call me a fool or support my decision, I wondered. It didn’t really matter, I suppose. I had my mind set on ruining her for good. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder. I shook my head trying to clear my mind and focus on the matter at hand. How would Luzella fight? What tactics would she use? Would she fight with honor or would she fight dirty with no-one watching? 

I found myself clenching my fist at the agitated thoughts. Would she even keep her word and show up alone? I turned a corner and continued down the shadowy halls towards the north end ring. I glanced at each statue as I passed by, wondering if one would be Luzella waiting to strike. I smirked at the thought. Each one was a great warrior. Generations of Kazdruk champions, leaders and heroes. 

I made my way further down the dark corridor stepping closer. My heart began beating faster now, thumping, about to rip out of my chest. Thrusts of adrenaline surged through my veins, I gripped my staff to help keep calm and push forward.

“Well, well, well,” Luzella’s voice rang out from the ring below.

“I didn’t think you would show.”

I lept down to the ring below and looked up at her. She was smiling her usual malevolent smile. A face of egotistical efficacy. It enraged me. Deep inside a fire storm was swirling now. I wanted to see her die.

“You’re an interesting elf, Kamri,” Luzella spoke crudely. “You may have bested my sister, but what makes you think you can defeat me? Clearly you have a death wish.”

“I need to prove to myself that I can take you.” I responded quickly. “Once and for all.”

Luzella stopped circling and let out a serrated laugh. 

“Almost honorable, I suppose.  If violence is what you seek Kamri, I’m more than glad to bask you in it.

Tightening her wrist wraps, she looked down at me with an arrogant glare. “I shall drown you in your own blood, southlander.”

I smiled back.

“Then let us begin, I’m thirsty.”

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“Don’t touch zat Brazeek, put it down. Don’t you have any patience?” Jelthra whispered.

“Wheree is she?” Brazeek asked.

“I don’t know! You’re ze the one who told Wulfshn to meet you here!”

Brazeek sighed and put down the strange interrogation device he had found to entertain himself with.

“Whaaat if your spell doooesn’t work?” Brazeek asked.

“It will.” Jelthra responded, rolling her eyes, “I cast the tripwire spell perfectly!”

“Buuut what if it doesn’t? Brazeek smiled.

“That’s why you’re here.” Jethra returned with a sting behind her voice. “You’re stronger than her aren’t you?

“Uhh..weeell…” The brute paused for a moment.  “Yes, yes of course,” Brazeek stood up proudly.

“Get down you moron! We’re hiding, remember.”

Brazeek and Jelthra silenced their bickering as they heard Wulfshn coming near. Her unmistakable cloven trot gave it away.

“Ok Brazzeek, herez we go!”

Wulfshn strolled to the doorway.

“Alright Brazeek, where are those slav-”

The rune Jelthra had planted, exploded into a brilliant cobalt blue.

“Ahh! What th

Wulfshn stumbled a few steps while shaking her head. The two watched as she became dazed and disoriented. Jelthra cursed under her breath as she noticed Wulfshn trying to shake off the spell. The Kazdruk stumbled again and caught herself on the wall to avoid falling over.

“Brazeek, you son of a” Wulfshn slurred her words and finally fell over onto the ground.

“Ok, go!” Jelthra yelled.

Brazeek ran over and hooked Wulfshn under her arms and dragged her towards the breeding stocks. She began to move again. Fading in and out, her eyes began to regain focus. Brazeek moved as quickly as he awkwardly dragged the heavy kazdruk woman. He pushed her next to the stock and rolled her over face down.

Quickly, he placed her wrists into the locking slots. Jelthra moved in rapidly and locked each steel slat. The two then moved, shifted her forward and up onto her knees. With a click, Jelthra locked Wulfshn’s ankle cuffs that were attached to the base of the breeding stock. Jelthra locked the last cuff right as Wulfshn began thrashing awake. Her large arms and legs flexed and she tried to break free.

Jelthra smiled seeing Wulfshn trapped on her hands and knees struggling to break out. Wulfshn growled in frustration and anger.

“Let me out you fools!”

“Good luck breaking out of zat, my dear Wulfshn. That steel was forged to hold ze dragons in place.”

“Mark my words, when I get out, I’m going to eviscerate both of you and hang your heads on my wall!”

The two smiled looking down at their handywork. Jelthra removed her dagger and cut through Wulfshn’s light training attire, exposing her pussy.   

“Hmm, Brazeek, I wonder if Keeats will know ze difference between her holes here?” Jelthra laughed as Brazeek grinned.

 “No…you wouldn’t…YOU… BITCH!” Wulfshn flexed again, realizing her predicament she would soon be in.

Moving upward now, Jelthra cut the Kazdruk’s top off, letting her large breasts fall free like heavy pendulums. Cupping one softly, Jelthra let Wulfshn’s large breast fill her hand. With a good squeeze, Jelthra smirked.

“Zey are going to breed you good.”

“LET ME GO!”

Brazeek looked down at the lovely sight. He girnned as his cock began to harden.

“Don’t get any ideaz, stick to ze plan, now let’z go!”

Brazeek frowned and moved away. Jelthra walked over to the gate on the other side of the room. She undid the lock and pushed it open. With a groaning squeak, the rusty gate swung wide, revealing a long narrow corridor. Jelthra made her way in and grimmieced at the pungent smell.

She stood at the mouth of the tertiary Keeat kennel. This area held a backup hunting regiment of Keeats. A ragtag group of ones still in training. Others who were not obedient and some who were just too wild. This kennel section held thirty separate cages. Jelthra walked past the locked runs smiling. Making her way to the end, she made sure the other side was locked shut. She needed to make sure the Keeats would only move in one direction, towards Wulfshn. Walking back to the entrance, she found the master gate release bar. With a sharp tug, she yanked the pulley mechanism. Quickly, she moved back and exited, passing Wulfshn as she still struggled to break free.

“Enjoy, Wulfshn.”

Meeting back up with Brazeek, the two quickly left Wulfshn and locked the chamber behind them. The first part of their grand plan was accomplished. They began to head towards the north fighting ring to assist Kamri.

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Luzella and Kamri circled each other at a slow pace around the ring. The dim light from above spilled down in long spindly rays. A mix of dust and smoke from nearby sconces caught the tarnished light, causing an ethereal appearance to fill the pit. Luzella’s eyes glowed through the haze. Piercing through like white hot cinders. Letting her halberd rest across her broad shoulders, the muscular Kazdruk rolled her neck before dropping the axe to a low ready. Kamri twirled her staff in anticipation. The light fluttering sound was rhythmic and strangely hypnotic. Spinning the staff around her back and then forward faster and faster. She warmed up the muscles in her arms as she measured Luzella. The taste of metal filled her mouth as small surges of adrenaline blasted through her corrupt veins.

“Tell me Kamri, what do I receive once I defeat you here again,” Luzella barked. “There’s no one here to witness my greatness. No one can pass the story of your pathetic loss throughout the spire. Why should I even be here wasting my time?”

“Sounds like you aren’t confident in your ability to defeat me,” Kamri replied quickly. “If you’re too much of a coward to accept my challenge, I’ll leave. I’ll make sure to let the others know how you turned me down — out of fear.”

Luzella smirked and fumbled her sharp canine over her lower lip.

“You really do have a death wish, don’t you?” Once I’m through wit

Luzella was cut off as Kamri initiated the first strike. She sprinted in quickly without warning and jabbed high. The high strike was meant as more of a diversion. Luzella leaned to the side and deflected the strike off with the end of her helbard. A loud clang rang out, sending bright sparks into the shadows. Promptly, Kamri struck again with the other end of her staff. The quick jabs being launched so quickly and so close, forced Luzella to back up and go on the defense.

Luzella smiled at the aggression the elf was showing. Pure and unfiltered attacks. The large Kazdruk, side stepped and swung the tail end of her halberd towards the elf. Kamri easily dodged the swing and landed a hard kick to Luzella’s torso, before diving backward to evade any possible counter strike. Kamri watched the fury growing in Luzella’s eyes, she needed to set her off quickly. Let her rage blind her.

Wulfshn struggled in the stocks. Flexing her arms and pulling as hard as she could, the heavy Kazdruk steel was too much for even a strong warrior such as herself. Heavy panting started to fill the room. Looking over her shoulder, she watched in horror as three keeats slowly made their way into the room. Panicking now, Wulfshn shook the stocks, trying deprestlty to break free.

The loud clanking perked the keeat’s ears up and they quickly moved towards her. The lumbering beasts surrounded her, one drove its muzzle into Wulfshn’s rear. The Kazdruk attempted to kick the beast away but her ankles remained locked in place as well. Gritted teeth quickly opened, letting a short breath exhale from Wulfshn’s mouth. She bit her lip as one keeat lapped its long tongue up across her labia. She looked back to see more keeats flooding into the room one after another.

Another lap distracted her. She dropped her head as the powerful tongue continued. It plunged into her now, lapping away in strong steady strokes. More keeats surrounded the others.

They saw the position Wulfshn was in. On all fours, she was stuck in a presentation for their mating. She looked over to see their thick pulsating cocks slip from their sheaths. A few were already dripping with pre-cum, leaving sticky strands across the floor.

She looked to her other side as more keeats filled the room. Losing count, there had to be twenty or thirty. One that stood roughly a head taller than the others, pushed his way through the group. A few knew well enough to move. Others were met with nasty snarls and snaps.

The alpha had arrived.   

“You’re getting slow Luzella,” the elf spat before spinning her staff and striking low.

Luzella blocked the hard strike with her arm and returned a very high, stiff kick. Her hoove swooped forward with the weight of a ballista behind it. The massive punt struck Kamri square in the chest, knocking her off her feet. Coughing, Kamri was already scrambling to get back up.

The sizable strike had her seeing stars. Cursing through the cough, Kamri knew she couldn’t afford another strike like that. Luzella was already trialing close behind before coming down hard with a slash from her halberd. Diving quickly, the elf rolled out of the way and got back to her feet.

With a somersault, Kamri closed the distance and slashed upward with her staff. Luzella couldn’t clear her own size quickly enough and was hit hard in the face. The strike dazed the tall soldier and she stumbled backward. Kamri took the opening and unleashed a combination of strikes into Luzella. As Kamri advanced into her, the tall Kazdruk struggled to raise her halberd to defend. Kamri jammed her staff into the long axe blade. Leveraging at the right angle, she pried it from Luzella’s hands. Luzella responded accordingly. Leaving the halberd behind, she rolled backward out of Kamri’s storm of aggressive strikes.

Luzella rose quickly. In a force of rage, she ran towards Kamri head on. The tactic was an unorthodox move. Letting her long powerful legs carry her, she closed the distance promptly.

Kamri thought she was on the offensive and was not ready. The beast outstretched her arms and grabbed the nimble southlander. The hard strike knocked the wind out of the elf’s lungs and sent her staff spinning off into the ring. Luzella didn’t stop, she lifted the smaller elf off the ground and drove her body into a nearby stone pillar.

A loud crack rang out into the spire halls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through Kamri’s body. The authoritative hit fractured the stone, sending shards of pieces to fall to the ground below.

Luzella held the elf in place for a moment, grinning in a mix of rage and excited bloodlust. She grabbed Kamri by the neck and let her faltering body dangle. Pulling back, the Kazdruk drove The elf hard into the column again, sending a spidering crack to crawl across the cylindrical pillar.

Blood began to trickle from Kamri’s mouth as she struggled to reach up and break Luzella’s grip around her neck. Luzella denied the action. Squeezing her adversarie’s throat, the large warrior drove the elf into the column again, this time the force broke multiple large chunks of the pillar off to the ground. The world was going black for Kamri.

The alpha reared up and mounted Wulfshn, wrapping his jaws into the nap of her neck, he showed his dominance and began to buck into her. The powerful Kazdruk let a soft moan slip again as the keeat’s thick cock began to sink into her pussy. The member was quite large, even for Wulfshn. She tensed up slightly as the girth stretched her womanhood. With a heavy thrust, the alpha began to fuck his new toy. A steady, soft clapping echoed into the hall. Wulfshn made fists of resentment as the humiliating act unfolded. A long string of drool fell across her face as the beast above pleasured himself inside her.

Scoffing in disgust, Wulfshn closed her eyes and took the heafy beast shaft. In excitement and blind lust, the keeat humped into her faster, letting his heavy balls smack into his new mate. His front paws gripping tightly, he began to unload a hot thick load.

Wulfshn’s eyebrows arched as she felt her insides fill with warm thick seed. With a soft growl the heavy beast slowed his pace to a stronger more robust movement. Panting as his balls drained, his knot expanded, further stretching Wulfshn’s tight cunt.

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The other keeats were already circling around her, cocks drawn and throbbing in anticipation. Ready to breed her, they lined up around the Kazdruk. She felt another salvo of seed pump into her. This load started expanding her womb now.

Snarling her teeth, Wulfshn tried again to break free from the stocks. Pulling as hard as she could, she moved nowhere. The warm cum pooled inside her as the alpha beast held her tightly. Panting heavily, the beast slowed for a moment and let his large head rest a top Wulfshn’s own.

His large knot remained lodged inside. He let a low growl slip through his teeth to warn the others he wasn’t yet finished. Picking up the pace again, he thrusted into Wulfshn, causing her heavy breasts to sway. The warrior winced as the large cock began to plow her again.

The rhythmic clapping of skin grew faster, as even more batter filled her insides. Now at the brink of overflowing. Only the knot kept the warm cum trapped inside as he finished. Satisfied, the alpha dismounted. Forcefully pulling his cock from her, a large torrent of cum spilled to the floor as the thick knot freed itself. With his job complete for now, he strolled off. Wulfshn huffed in short shallow breaths for a moment, relieved the alpha had finally had his fill.

Her relaxation was only momentary though, as the next keeat in line quickly took his place. Mounting her awkwardly, he wasted no time plunging his hard shaft into her already flooded pussy. A small grunt slid out of Wulfshn as the cycle started over. 

Luzella held the elf’s motionless body, letting her dangle for a moment before driving her into the ground. Luzella pinned Kamri into the dirt. With her hands still around the southlander’s neck, Luzella smiled as she straddled her wounded prey. Kamri tried one last time to free herself but the Kazdruk’s weight and strength was too much.

Brazeek and Jelthra came running around the corner. The two saw Luzella on top of Kamri.

Horrid thoughts filled both their minds. Were they too late? They thought to themselves. Jelthra noticed Kamri’s feet kicking in the dirt, knocking up small clouds of dust. A glimpse of hope filled the human’s mind. She wasn’t dead yet. 

“Come on! We haz to help. Brazeek, we need to get Luzella away from Kamri! So we can start the portal spell.”

“I’m already ooon my way!” Brazeek returned.

Luzella was enjoying squeezing the life out of Kamri. When suddenly she was tackled off the elf.  The kazdruk rose up quickly in a fit of rage. As the sandy soot began to settle, Brazeek kneeled before her grinning. 

“What are you doing here, slug!” Luzella yelled enraged.

She stood up and quickly went for Brazeek’s throat. The two tumbled to the ground in another cloud of dust. Jelthra ran to Kamri, grabbed her staff and handed it to her.

“Now’s our chance! Gez up.”

Kamri coughed and struggled to rise to her feet. Dazed, she used her staff to prop herself up. Her legs wavered as the cold room spun. Luzella and Brazeek rose, now circling each other. Brazeek’s teeth glimmered as he smiled. Bringing his large knife into view, he winked with his good eye before slashing at Luzella. The large Kazdruk jumped back and dodged the fast cut.

“You lack honor Brazeek! Interfering with another talon leader’s challenge! And now striking at me? You wish for death!”

“Yooou can tryyy Luzella!” Brazeek returned, before slashing out again.

Luzella stepped back and deflected the second slash off to the side but was quickly met with another. The cold Kazdruk steel caught Luzella’s forearm slicing her skin and spilling her hot blood to the sand below. Brazeek hastalty moved inward while jabbing the large blade again and again. Striking like an oversized razor beetle of home, the sharp edge landed again into Luzella’s other arm.

Closing the distance completely, Brazeek moved quickly, readying for a final killing strike. As he stabbed outward, Luzella caught his wrist and twisted his forearm. The large Kazdruk stumbled as Luzella forced his arm into an unnatural angle.

In a grunt of pain, Brazeek pulled forward as Luzella leveraged his arm harder. Twisting until an audible crack rang out. Luzella continued further, dislocating his shoulder. The searing pain ran up Brazeek’s arm as his face filled with a mixture of shock and horror.

Dropping his blade into the dirt, he flailed, trying anything to break free from Luzella’s iron grip.The destructive Kazdruk did not let up, she placed her knee across his back and kept wrenching his arm. Sinew, muscle fibers and tendons began to painfully separate. In a final push, Brazeek brought himself up in defiance. Luzella only smiled in his agoy before headbutting him. In a sharp crunch, it shattered his nose and he fell to the ground.

Luzella reached down and picked up his knife. Gripping the hilt tightly, the powerful Rakreegan flashed another smile. A wash of sadism filled her face as blood poured from her adversary’s nostrils. Brazeek looked on through the blood in fear. Panicking now, he rolled over and started to drag himself away with his one good arm. Luzella followed him slowly.

“Face me coward! You started this! Don’t you dare turn your back on me and crawl away like a suckling pup!” Luzella growled, before kicking dirt over him.

She reached his side and kicked him hard in the ribs. The horse punt, shattering his ribs. Brazeek rolled to his back in agonizing pain. Pursing her lips, Luzella straddled Brazeek. Purposely dropping her full weight, to further injure his damaged body.

“Goodbye Brazeek, may your bloodline and kin forget your name,”

Luzella spoke coldy before spitting a wad of saliva across his face.

Gripping both hands around the knife, she drove the large blade downward through his heart. Brazeek convulsed for a moment as crimson bubbled up from his mouth.

On a warpath now, Luzella rose. Leaving the knife in Brazeek’s lifeless body. She focused her gaze on Kamri and Jelthra. Picking up her halberd, she swiftly made her way toward the two. A flash of brilliant light blasted out inside the dim chamber. Squinting in confusion, Luzella covered her brow as a large portal began to swirl open.

In a wild blizzard of debris, shards of sand and rock swirled around pelting the stone walls. Jeltrha stood next to Kamri with the imprint stone as the two worked on opening the receiving end of the portal. Nervously, Jelthra looked over at Luzella as she neared closer.

“She’s coming! You nez to do your part and choose ze exit of ze portal!” I’ll do what I can to hold Luzella off!” Jelthra yelled over the whirring sound.

Breaking away from Kamri’s side, she raised her hand up and launched a rapid volley of three fireballs. Two splashed along Luzella’s halberd, but the third struck Luzella’s upper shoulder pauldron.

In an explosion, part of her armor was engulfed in flames. Luzella gritted her teeth and patted out the small fire with her bare hand. In a brisk canter, Luzella closed the distance and was met with another fireball. Blocking the attack with her forearm, cinders blasted out across her skin, burning her.

Underestimating Luzella’s speed, Jelthra quickly moved backward to attempt to unsealth her sword. Luzella denied the human’s attempt and lifted her by her neck, before tossing her into a stone pillar. The tall Kazdruk lifted her halberd and came down hard toward Jelthra. Dazed, the human was able to roll out the way. The powerful strike sliced into the pillar, cleaving off a large chunk of stone. In a blink of confusion, a pack of keeats suddenly ran into the area all barking and growling wildly.

Kamri focused on the realm to have the portal open to. She drew the rune with her finger into the opening. The portal pulsed from red to a bright blue before inverting to a twisted black oily color. Kamri knew this was her cue to focus on what would now inhabit the realm. She began to drown out the commotion around her and closed her eyes. Filling her mind with what would await Luzella.

Out of nowhere, Kamri’s thoughts were quickly interrupted as a keeat bumped into her leg nearly knocking her over.

“What th—” Kamri yelled out.

Two more keeats chased by after the other before quickly running off. The portal suddenly pulsed back to blue and began to open.

“Ah! Wait, no!” I didn’t get a chance to…”

“Kamri! Quick!” Jelthra shouted, as she and Luzella stumbled around the group of wild keeats. The human used the confusion to make space between her and Luzella who was beyond furious now. Jelthra turned and made her way towards Kamri and the now open portal.

In great annoyance, Luzella pushed the keeats away and followed Jelthra up the line of steps leading to the stone landing. Kamri and Jelthra stood side by side on the elevated walkway leading to the entrance of the large portal.

Sword drawn, Jelthra lashed out with a strike, Luzella quickly moved to guard the slash. Knowing time was short, Kamri moved in now too, it was time to get Luzella into the portal. Kamri and Jelthra took turns unleashing attacks towards Luzella. The angered Kazdruk used her halberd’s shaft as a staff, deflecting the mixed onslaught.

The cramped, elevated walkway made the skirmish difficult for all three. With time running out, Jelthra attempted to slip behind Luzella. As she moved by, Luzella caught the human off guard by pivoting her torso. Letting the halberd trail behind, she contacted Jelthra hard in the abdomen, knocking her off the walkway to fall to the floor one level below.

Kamri took the opening to begin a combo of strikes. Forcing Luzella onto the defensive. The Kazdruk turned, now having her back to the portal. Kamri had Luzella exactly where she wanted her.  She moved inward aggressively, alternating strikes high and low. Portal ciders swirled around the two as they inched closer. Luzella’s eyes widened at the sudden realization of how close she actually was to the portal now.

A tactical miscalculation, she was too caught up in the moment. A trickle of nervousness ran up her spine as she felt a subtle tug at her back. Her hair started to lift up and backwards. It was the gravitational phenomenon that occurs when one is close to a portal entrance. Kamri didn’t let up. She used every form she knew, keeping the Kazdruk off balance and moving. Sparks spat as their steel collided in fury. 

Teeth gritted, Luzella lashed out like a cornered wolf. She stabbed her halberd outward, causing Kamri to dodge off to the side. The elf watched as the portal started closing like an iris. In a final volly, Kamri spun her staff and struck at Luzella’s side. The towering Kazdruk stepped backward passing her leg deep into the portal and parried the attack. The powerful strike knocked Kamri hard into the walkway’s side railing. Before the elf could recover, Luzella had already violently sliced downward.

The large blade severed Kamri’s left arm off.

Kamri didn’t feel anything at first. She only heard the noise of her arm and staff fall to the ground. Blood spilled onto everything. Instinctively, her body was in survival mode and tried to press on.

The force being applied to Luzella’s body was immense now. Every muscle flexed as she attempted to pry herself free from the portal. It was too late. Too much of her body had moved beyond the threshold. There was no way to exit now. As her muscular body was consumed within the portal, she reached out and grabbed Kamri’s chest armor plate.

“I’ll see you in hell!”

The elf fell backward, breaking Luzella’s grip. 

Kamri sat for a moment gripping what was left of her arm. Thick blood seeped through her fingers and began puddling on the walkway. She fell to her side in exhaustion. Eye’s faltering, Kamri managed to crack a sly smile as she watched the last of Luzella’s body disappear and the portal close shortly after.