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 overheard, and 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.

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.

>><<

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.

>><<

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.

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?”