Gwenive woke up, limit by her hands and feet and blindfolded. Her arms were cuffed in a unusual boxing glove that made her fingerbreadth inner locked together and a rope was pulling them high above her fountainhead. Her ft were bounded in a similar fashion so that her toes were forced downwards towards the level. Beyond that and the blindfold across her centre, Gwenive was naked. The cold of her milieu bit at her skin, which caused goose bump to rise all over her. The young elf shivered.

Without sight, she started to skim the area with her hearing. Somewhere there was the sounds of log popping from a firing, but she wasn't close enough to feel it's fondness. She couldn't hear hoot or night time bugs, so she had to be inside. This was confirmed when from behind her she get wind sharp steps on Harlan F. Stone, coming closer and louder until they stopped. She heard metal ringing, keys near likely, and soon a heavy door opened and the steps moved into Gwenive 's room.

"You are awake."A woman's voice echoed off the walls. The vocalism was as cold as the room, as if it couldn't convey emotions if it wanted to."soundly. I expect you compliments to know what is going on, where you are, why you are here, blah bombast blah."The cleaning lady's moth-eaten manus touched Gwenive's face."So pretty ..."the voice 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 remember why."Gwenive thought back to the utmost memories she had. She had been in a party of three, a sellsword human named Bernard, a tiefling sorceress named Asharia, and herself a Texas Ranger guiding them. They had been sent on a quest from a local adventurer's order to get over down the daimon responsible for the disappearance of vernal men and women from the townspeople of firedrake 's Maw. Their hint had led them to an abandoned manor house that once was home to the local anesthetic big businessman, Lady Sliversmith. The mathematical group had barely pace invertebrate foot in the manor when demonic puppet jumped them. Claude Bernard fell to the beast fast, and the last Gwenive saw of Asharia was she was screaming an incantation as one demon slammed her head into the story by her car horn while others ripped her dress from her, aegir to steep their red hot cocks into her. Gwenive might have fallen the same had Asharia 's not gotten off a spell, an explosive magic that threw force and flame outwards from her. Many of the demons had been caught in the blast but so had Gwenive. She awoke to her current position."Where is Asharia and Bernard ?"

"The human is dead. fell to my imps quickly. For something so small, they are powerful in chemical group and well-heeled to score. Your tiefling friend should be birthing a few dozen in the next week or so the way they've been at it. She was strong, casting a spell while being ravaged and raped. And in the jail cell, she fought back for nearly a whole day before her will broke and I didn't need to even engage the door. She's submitted to her part as demons'whore quite nicely."The cold hands moved gently across Gwenive 's chest."It's the to the lowest degree she can do for destroying the front of my manor. Hopefully she'll stopping point a few 24-hour interval longer than most. I'd like to get at least three litters out of her twat before she dies of exhaustion."The articulation moved around Gwenive, so close that the elf could feel the coolness in her breath."You're Lady silverworker ? But you died years ago."

"Wrong. I'm not. Though I wear her hide, I am someone else. Something else. I am a military group of nature, the consequences of a spirit of dismal sins of soma and pleasure. Lady Silversmith gave her dead body and soul to me in drear spousal relationship and I took what was mine."The vox was finally gaining some tone to it, as the emotional William Henry Gates had been opened."And I'll go along taking until I have the power to release my sister from their imprisonment and we finally crack the cosmos and let our female parent of pleasure into this globe !"The undead coat of arms of madam Silversmith wrapped themselves around Gwenive and the puppet corpse kissed the back of her neck."But to derive that ability, I have to take it willingly. Which means I need you to consecrate it to me. But before you say ‘ never', listen to me."One hand slowly lowered itself down to Gwenive 's sex, the common cold fingers dancing across her peel."I will fetch you to the boundary of coming a thousand times, keep open you begging for acquittance, and never allot it to you. I can have a go at it you in shipway you can't begin to imagine with dick and parts you never knew existed. Or I could let you suffer the same circumstances as the tiefling, filled in every hole with demon cum, speaking only in gargled cries of pleasure as imp cock after imp putz drains itself inside you, leaving you so gone mentally, you forgot everything but the feeling of being breed. Or you can hand yourself to me now, and I'll display you the future that my Mother plans for every beast in this world."Gwenive felt a shiver of pleasure roll through her as Lady silversmith 's digit played with her, her breath became more shallow as each spike of lust made it's way up her physical structure. She feared becoming like Asharia, broken and bred to death. Could she keep her psyche long in that place ? Likely not. And she couldn't escape now, the bounce that held her gave her no give. She had no other alternative but to give the demon what she wanted."I'll give myself to you willingly if you let Asharia go."Gwenive's lyric sounded inviolable than she felt but she hoped that the daimon was desperate enough to carry the mickle. The hands left Gwenive and the acutely footstep left the room. It seemed like forever before they returned, with another set of light whole tone. Gwenive listened as the watery steps moved in front of her. The tart musk of demon seed filled Gwenive 's nose, nearly gagging her."What is your public figure ?"Lady silver-worker asked. Asharia's weak vocalization struggled to get hold the run-in before she finally spoke."Whore."

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

"To be… used… to be… bred…"

Gwenive cried behind her blindfold."No… You are Asharia. You are a sorceress of great ability. You aren't a prostitute !"

"Is that true ?"lady silverworker said with a loathly speck in her voice.

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

"NO ! NO ! NO !"Gwenive screamed as Asharia kept saying lead and awful figure the imps had given her. Lady Silversmith 's cold laughter added grim music to the affair, bouncing off the paries like arrows into Gwenive 's ears."See, I can't make that deal because there isn't anyone named Asharia here. Just woman of the street. And Whore looks a bit hungry. Are you, Whore ?"The tiefling quietly said yes."And what does fancy woman eat ?"“ Cocks."Asharia's sassing said. Gwenive was angry. She shook at her book binding, trying to break disengage but it was useless."well, I don't have a cock to eat her with. But I think our elven protagonist can avail with that."noblewoman Silversmith had moved behind Gwenive and grabbed her again. This clip, her deal when heterosexual to Gwenive 's vagina, and two finger dove inside her without any foreplay. They moved in and out with forceful speed, shooting Dame Muriel Spark of pleasure up Gwenive 's body. The elf let out a moan as the finger keep moving inside her."She seems like she's up to avail us feed you, Whore. Let's give you what you want !"As Lady silver-worker removed her fingers from the elf 's sex, she felt something come out of it. It took her a endorse to bring in that it was something apart of her, and she could finger 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 limp over her vagina and touched the inside of her legs. Suddenly the blindfold was off and Gwenive could see a beautiful, pale human char standing in front of her and Asharia who was naked, bruised, and covered in scandal, roue, and dried cum sitting on her knees before her. The tiefling had one horn broke off somewhere since Gwenive last saw her and her paunch had grown by a lot in a brusk time, fresh stretch home run marked her red cutis. Asharia's centre were fixated between Gwenive 's ramification and as she looked down, she found that she now has a phallus. Asharia's hands moved to caress the new flesh pole, the tender touching caused it to jerk."Asharia, no…"Gwenive whispered but the tiefling acted as she didn't hear it. Instead, she kept moving her hands along the length of Gwenive 's cock, causing it to slowly stiffen and rise. It felt unspoiled to Gwenive but she still tried to struggle against the pleasure. The two adventurers hadn't known each other long but the ranger didn't wish to see such a proud mage like this. How long had she been out ? It had to of taken a long time for Asharia to break, hadn't it ? Gwenive looked over at the possessed body of Lady Silversmith, who was leaning against a desk, dressed in a pitch blackness robe that hung loosely off her shoulders so the expectant breast of the woman was exposed. The demon was in use playing with her sex while sucking on the fingers that had been inside Gwenive. The totally scene was arousing, but creepy at the same time. That thought didn't stop Gwenive 's penis from becoming erect, and soon the muckle was standing straight out from her body, 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."peeress silverworker said as her pulled her wet digit from her cunt and over her white meat."You should thank me for given you such a terrific slut to pleasure you, and a great tool for her to bet with."Gwenive tried to plead with Asharia"Don't do this ! She may have broken your will, but you can still fight 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 sassing, and sucked on it greedily. Gwenive tried to crush her moan but it slipped from her lips, her dead body betraying her. Asharia licked the head of the phallus and used her mitt to stroke the shaft. It took only a few instant for Gwenive to scream from the pleasure as she came into Asharia's mouth. The tiefling swallowed the first few guessing, but Gwenive 's magical cock kept spraying load after consignment. Soon the tiefling 's cheeks were full and cum dropped out of her oral cavity and on the floor. Asharia swallowed what she had then dropped to the floor to lick up what she had missed. Lady silverworker laughed and moaned at the visual modality."Yes ! That's a good Whore ! Don't you agree, elf ?"Gwenive caught her breathing spell enough to yell"YOU VILE BITCH ! WHEN I GET OUT OF THESE SHACKLES I WILL RIP YOUR DEAD tenderness FROM YOUR dresser AND SEND YOU TO THE abysm THAT YOU CAME FROM !"

That only got a laughter in reply. The daemon moved towards the duet and kicked Asharia out of the way."Your words are strong but your body tells the truth !"Gwenive could feel her shaft hadn't changed from it's erect position."You act as if what I have given you is a curse. You thankless bitch !"And Gwenive 's face exploded in pain from a slap from Lady Sliversmith. The demon moved so fast Gwenive didn't even see her arm move."I offer you Paradise. I offered you pure pleasure. All you have to do is subject to me."peeress Silversmith aimed Gwenive 's prick towards her wet sex."It's not as if my Mother wants to burn your globe. She only wants you to fuck, to love, to shed your preconceive notion of morality. She wants to make a world devoid of hate, jealousy, and greed."peeress silver-worker began to frown herself into Gwenive, the cold but wet bit of the undead lady sent a shudder through the elf 's consistence."When you serve a higher world power such as the Mother of delight, you don't need such useless emotions. You just give yourself to what you truly desire… This !"The demon wrapped her legs around Gwenive 's pelvic arch and her subdivision around her neck. She bounced up and down, each poke sending Gwenive deeper and deeper within the corpse. Gwenive closed her eyes, trying to consider of anything she could do to escape, but she was trapped. The demon was winning. How long could she hold on resisting. Could she net a day, a week, a month of this continuous fucking ? The ranger moaned again as she felt a second orgasm build down below. It wouldn't be foresightful before she came within the demon."Tell me, elf. What is it that you want ?"bust rolled down Gwenive 's buttock as she realized the accuracy. She wouldn't outflow. She would be used as a sex toy, a whore, until she died. The demon would dishonor her, and Asharia until they took their in conclusion breathing space. And they would give birth to demon spawns, bedding material after litter of them. She knew she was defeated. aught would alter this. Gwenive dropped her absolutely down into ma'am Silversmith's chest, the smell of death and incense was strong here."I want… I want… to…"

Suddenly, something wet splashed over Gwenive 's cheek. She opened her eyes to see blood all over noblewoman Silversmith 's pale breast. A brand was sticking out of them, just a pilus 's breathe from Gwenive 's own. The daimon dropped down on Gwenive 's cock one to a greater extent fourth dimension, causing the elf to come. It was as vivid as before and load after load filled the dead fair sex's dead body. Once she stopped, the daimon fell back, causing the sleep of the unretentive sword to promote it's way through her organic structure. The demon grabbed the leaf blade with a unconnected feel in her face. Behind her, Asharia stood, the faded look gone from her heart, 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 quintessence, sending it crashing down on Lady silver-worker. The demon possessed stiff screamed in pain as the flames burned away the flesh and bones until nothing but ash remained. From everywhere, shriek of gremlin echoed through the manor, as they realized their schoolmarm had been destroyed.

Asharia quickly worked on untying Gwenive from her restrains then gave her the sword she stabbed Lady silver-worker with."I hope you got some specialty left. There are many imps here and some of the mazed multitude are downstairs alive. We are in for a fight."

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