Gwenive woke up, bound by her hands and human foot and blindfolded. Her arms were cuffed in a strange baseball mitt that made her fingers inner locked together and a circle was pulling them high above her foreland. Her feet were bounded in a standardized fashion so that her toes were forced downwards towards the floor. Beyond that and the blindfold across her eyes, Gwenive was naked. The low temperature of her environs bit at her tegument, which caused goosebumps to rear all over her. The young elf shivered.

Without sight, she started to scan the area with her hearing. Somewhere there was the auditory sensation of logs popping from a fire, but she wasn't close enough to feel it's warmth. She couldn't hear Bronx cheer or nighttime time bug, so she had to be inside. This was confirmed when from behind her she hear sharp steps on gem, coming closer and louder until they stopped. She heard metal plangency, keys near likely, and soon a heavy doorway opened and the footprint moved into Gwenive 's elbow room.

"You are awake."A charwoman's part echoed off the rampart. The voice was as cold-blooded as the room, as if it couldn't convey emotions if it wanted to."dear. I expect you regard to jazz what is going on, where you are, why you are here, blah blah blah."The woman's cold workforce touched Gwenive's face."So pretty ..."the representative whispered before going on."Where you are isn't important at all. What's going on is… something you'll find out in a bit. And the why… well… you should call back why."Gwenive thought back to the last memories she had. She had been in a party of three, a sellsword man named Claude Bernard, a tiefling sorceress named Asharia, and herself a commando guiding them. They had been sent on a quest from a local adventurer's guild to traverse down the fiends responsible for the disappearances of young men and charwoman from the town of Dragon 's Maw. Their leads had led them to an abandoned manor that once was home to the local anaesthetic power, ma'am Sliversmith. The group had barely step pes in the manor when demonic animate being jumped them. Bernard fell to the brute fast, and the last Gwenive saw of Asharia was she was screaming an incantation as one ogre slammed her head into the trading floor by her horns while others ripped her clothes from her, eager to soak up their red hot peter into her. Gwenive might bear fallen the same had Asharia 's not gotten off a while, an explosive magic that threw force and flame outwards from her. Many of the daimon had been caught in the flak but so had Gwenive. She awoke to her electric current situation."Where is Asharia and Claude Bernard ?"

"The human is dead. Fell to my hob quickly. For something so lowly, they are powerful in groups and light to make. Your tiefling acquaintance should be birthing a few dozen in the succeeding week or so the way they've been at it. She was strong, casting a spell while being ravaged and raped. And in the cell, she fought back for nearly a totally day before her will split and I didn't need to even out lock the door. She's submitted to her theatrical role as daemon'whore quite nicely."The moth-eaten hands moved gently across Gwenive 's breasts."It's the least she can do for destroying the presence of my manor house. Hopefully she'll last-place a few days longer than virtually. I'd like to get at least three litter out of her cunt before she dies of exhaustion."The voice moved around Gwenive, so close that the elf could feel the cold in her breathing time."You're madam silver-worker ? But you died class ago."

"Wrong. I'm not. Though I wear her skin, I am someone else. Something else. I am a violence of nature, the consequences of a life of glowering sins of chassis and pleasure. Lady Silversmith gave her body and soul to me in drear matrimony and I took what was mine."The vocalization was finally gaining some tone to it, as the emotional William Henry Gates had been opened."And I'll keep taking until I have the business leader to release my sisters from their immurement and we finally crack the macrocosm and let our Mother of pleasance into this globe !"The undead limb of dame silver-worker wrapped themselves around Gwenive and the puppet corpse kissed the back of her neck."But to gain that mightiness, I have to need it willingly. Which means I need you to break it to me. But before you say ‘ never', listen to me."One hand slowly lowered itself down to Gwenive 's sex, the moth-eaten fingerbreadth dancing across her skin."I will contribute you to the sharpness of coming a thousand times, prevent you begging for dismissal, and never cede it to you. I can sleep with you in style you can't Begin to conceive of with shaft and component you never knew existed. Or I could let you get the Lapp luck as the tiefling, filled in every hole with demon cum, speaking only in gargled battle cry of joy as imp cock after imp cock drains itself inside you, leaving you so gone mentally, you forgot everything but the feeling of being breed. Or you can give yourself to me now, and I'll show you the time to come that my female parent plans for every creature in this world."Gwenive felt a shake of pleasure roll through her as Lady silverworker 's finger played with her, her breath became more shallow as each spike of luxuria made it's way up her body. She feared becoming like Asharia, broken and bred to decease. Could she prevent her mind recollective in that situation ? Likely not. And she couldn't escape now, the saltation that held her gave her no springiness. She had no former choice but to give the demon what she wanted."I'll give myself to you willingly if you let Asharia go."Gwenive's watchword sounded stronger than she felt but she hoped that the ogre was dire enough to take the hand. The helping hand left Gwenive and the sharp footfall left the way. It seemed like forever before they returned, with another set of light stone's throw. Gwenive listened as the frail steps moved in front of her. The abrupt musk of daemon semen filled Gwenive 's nozzle, nearly gagging her."What is your name ?"Lady Silversmith asked. Asharia's weak interpreter struggled to incur the words before she finally spoke."Whore."

"And what is it that you want ? Freedom ? tycoon ?"

"To be… used… to be… bred…"

Gwenive cried behind her blindfold."No… You are Asharia. You are a sorceress of dandy power. You aren't a whore !"

"Is that true ?"Lady Silversmith said with a wicked hint in her voice.

"No… I… I am… a whore… a slut… a cocksleave…"

"NO ! NO ! NO !"Gwenive screamed as Asharia kept saying lead story and awful names the scamp had given her. dame Silversmith 's cold laugh added dismal music to the affair, bouncing off the walls like arrow into Gwenive 's ears."See, I can't make that deal because there isn't anyone named Asharia here. Just bawd. And lady of pleasure looks a bit hungry. Are you, Whore ?"The tiefling quietly said yes."And what does sporting lady eat ?"“ Cocks."Asharia's lips said. Gwenive was angry. She shook at her dressing, trying to unwrap free but it was useless."Well, I don't have a dick to eat her with. But I think our elven booster can avail with that."Lady silver-worker had moved behind Gwenive and grabbed her again. This clip, her bridge player when straight to Gwenive 's vagina, and two finger dove inside her without any foreplay. They moved in and out with emphatic fastness, shooting twinkle of pleasance up Gwenive 's body. The elf let out a groan as the fingers keep moving inside her."She seems like she's up to assist us feed you, working girl. Let's give you what you want !"As Lady silver-worker removed her finger from the elf 's sex, she felt something come out of it. It took her a second to recognise that it was something apart of her, and she could sense the cold air touching whatever it was. The experience wasn't painful, more like was stretching out of her body. Soon the physical object laid hobble over her vagina and touched the inside of her wooden leg. Suddenly the blindfold was off and Gwenive could see a beautiful, blanch human woman standing in strawman of her and Asharia who was naked, bruised, and covered in grunge, blood, and dried cum sitting on her knees before her. The tiefling had one horn broke off somewhere since Gwenive hold up saw her and her belly had grown by a lot in a short fourth dimension, impudent stretch marks marked her red skin. Asharia's eyes were fixated between Gwenive 's wooden leg and as she looked down, she found that she now has a phallus. Asharia's hands moved to caress the new flesh magnetic pole, the lovesome touch caused it to twinge."Asharia, no…"Gwenive whispered but the tiefling acted as she didn't hear it. Instead, she kept moving her hands along the duration of Gwenive 's dick, causing it to slowly stiffen and rising. It felt good to Gwenive but she still tried to struggle against the pleasure. The two adventurer hadn't known each other long but the ranger didn't wish to see such a gallant mage like this. How prospicient had she been out ? It had to of taken a long time for Asharia to give away, hadn't it ? Gwenive looked over at the possessed body of peeress Silversmith, who was leaning against a desk, dressed in a shameful gown that hung loosely off her shoulders so the with child breast of the woman was exposed. The daemon was busy playing with her sex while sucking on the fingers that had been inside Gwenive. The whole scene was arousing, but creepy at the same metre. That thought didn't stop Gwenive 's phallus from becoming erect, and soon the masses was standing straight out from her organic structure, with Asharia looking at it with lust and desire in her eyes."The best part is that I never told her to do this. She's given herself to her fate."Lady silversmith said as her pulled her wet finger's breadth from her cunt and over her breast."You should thank me for given you such a marvellous slut to pleasure you, and a dandy putz for her to toy with."Gwenive tried to plead with Asharia"Don't do this ! She may have broken your will, but you can still agitate back ! Don't do this !"

Asharia looked up at Gwenive, as if she thought about what she said. But it didn't matter. Asharia took Gwenive 's cock into her mouth, and sucked on it greedily. Gwenive tried to suppress her moan but it slipped from her backtalk, her dead body betraying her. Asharia licked the brain of the penis and used her script to stroke the shaft. It took only a few moments for Gwenive to cry from the pleasure as she came into Asharia's mouth. The tiefling swallowed the first few shots, but Gwenive 's wizard cock kept spraying load after load. Soon the tiefling 's buttock were wide and cum dropped out of her back talk and on the story. Asharia swallowed what she had then dropped to the story to figure out up what she had missed. noblewoman silverworker laughed and moaned at the sight."Yes ! That's a good Whore ! Don't you agree, elf ?"Gwenive caught her breath sufficiency to scream"YOU VILE BITCH ! WHEN I GET OUT OF THESE SHACKLES I WILL RIP YOUR DEAD spunk FROM YOUR dresser AND SEND YOU TO THE abyss THAT YOU CAME FROM !"

That only got a laugh in reply. The demon moved towards the distich and kicked Asharia out of the way."Your words are strong but your organic structure tells the trueness !"Gwenive could feel her dick hadn't changed from it's tumid position."You act as if what I have given you is a curse. You thankless bitch !"And Gwenive 's side exploded in pain from a slap from Lady Sliversmith. The demon moved so fast Gwenive didn't even see her arm motion."I offer you Paradise. I offered you pure joy. All you have to do is pass on to me."Lady Silversmith aimed Gwenive 's cock towards her wet sex."It's not as if my female parent wants to burn your globe. She only wants you to fuck, to have intercourse, to spill your preconceived whim of ethics. She wants to create a worldly concern devoid of hatred, green-eyed monster, and greed."Lady silversmith began to glower herself into Gwenive, the coldness but wet snatch of the undead lady sent a pall through the elf 's trunk."When you serve a gamy force such as the Mother of pleasure, you don't need such useless emotions. You just contribute yourself to what you truly desire… This !"The daemon wrapped her legs around Gwenive 's pelvic girdle and her arms around her neck opening. She bounced up and down, each jab sending Gwenive deeper and deeper within the corpse. Gwenive closed her eyes, trying to recollect of anything she could do to get away, but she was trapped. The demon was winning. How long could she go on resisting. Could she last a day, a week, a month of this continuous fucking ? The forest fire fighter moaned again as she felt a back orgasm build down below. It wouldn't be long before she came within the demon."Tell me, elf. What is it that you want ?"rent rolled down Gwenive 's boldness as she realized the truth. She wouldn't escape. She would be used as a sex toy, a sporting lady, until she died. The monster would rape her, and Asharia until they took their last breath. And they would give birth to demon spawns, bedding material after litter of them. She knew she was defeated. Nothing would interchange this. Gwenive dropped her bushed down into gentlewoman silverworker's chest, the odor of destruction and incense was hard here."I want… I want… to…"

Suddenly, something wet splashed over Gwenive 's brass. She opened her eyes to see blood all over madam Silversmith 's wan white meat. A blade was sticking out of them, just a hair 's breathe from Gwenive 's own. The daemon dropped down on Gwenive 's cock one more time, causing the elf to come. It was as intense as before and load after shipment filled the dead cleaning woman's body. Once she stopped, the demon fell back, causing the quietus of the short sword to push it's way through her consistency. The demon grabbed the blade with a confused flavour in her face. Behind her, Asharia stood, the blow over look gone from her optic, and she stood above her like an adventurer she was."I am Asharia. Not Whore anymore !"She raised her hand and called Forth a fire from the aether, sending it crashing down on gentlewoman Silversmith. The demon possessed cadaver screamed in annoyance as the fire burned away the human body and osseous tissue until nothing but ash remained. From everywhere, screams of imps echoed through the manor, as they realized their kept woman had been destroyed.

Asharia quickly worked on untying Gwenive from her restrains then gave her the sword she stabbed lady Silversmith with."I hope you got some forcefulness left. There are many rascal here and some of the helpless people are downstairs alive. We are in for a fight."

"Good."Gwenive smiled."I need to squander off some steam. ”