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Druid's Ordeal
by E.Y. Toad

Chapter 1

To Ronak my Betrothed, or whoever may find this letter:

My name is Dahlia. I am a 19 year old human female. I am an initiate druid studying under Arch Druid Westrell in the Grove of Tranquility. I am now being held captive; a slave to the perverse desires of an evil man. I beg of you, please see that this letter reaches Ronak. He is a half-elf fletcher's apprentice in the Elven city of Fellgar. I swear that you will be suitably rewarded for your effort.

Four nights ago, I was traveling with Westrell and several fellow initiates. We were returning from a visit to a nearby grove. We were not told why we made this journey, but I gather it was of some importance. It was said in whispers that we were transporting some type of magical artifact, but I know nothing of its nature or what purpose it may serve.

Westrell had told us months ago about Arch Druid Kelmane from a grove down south. He had been ejected from the order when it was discovered that he had also been practicing the dark arts, and he was now trying to build an alliance between the dark clans from all over Revaria. Rumor had it that our journey was related to this threat. I don't know anything about that, but I know that Westrell was very quiet on our way back home and had a package he kept very close to him at all times.

It was late on the second night towards home. We had made a small camp and many of the initiates were already sleeping. I had wandered off to see if I could find some Bitterleaf. I'd heard that it grows in this area and it can be used in powerful magic. As I returned to the camp, I heard screams, howls and much commotion. Just as I got to the clearing I saw that we had been set upon by a band of Gnolls.

Gnolls are a race resembling a cross between a dog and a man. They are about 5 - 6 feet tall, with the face of a dog, but walk upright like a man. Most carry a sword, and a whip as a secondary weapon. They are filthy and savage creatures.

I stopped at the edge of the clearing and hid in some bushes, not knowing what to do. There were so many of them, probably 25 or more. As I watched, several of them grabbed Westrell and were trying to tear the package from his arms. Westrell broke free of them, chanted some words and disappeared in a flash of blue light. He had abandoned us to fend for ourselves! Was this an act of cowardice? I did not want to believe that. Whatever was in that package must have been very important; apparently more important than our lives.

My fear turned to horror as I saw what occurred next. Once they realized the package was gone, they grabbed poor Aleeda, stripped her clothes off and two gnolls held her face down on the ground. The gnoll who appeared to be the leader barked loudly at Aleeda as he repeatedly brought his whip down on her bare back, ass and legs. Poor Aleeda screamed as I have never heard anyone scream before.

The gnoll leader appeared to be interrogating her. None of us besides Westrell knows the gnoll language and gnolls are unable to speak Common because of the shape of their mouths, so she could not have even understood the question, let alone answer it.

At one point, brave Arlis jumped up and tried to grab the whip from the gnoll leaders hand. He was quickly run through with a sword and collapsed on the ground.

After a few minutes of this, Aleeda appeared to have passed out. The gnolls then went wild and started tearing the clothes off of the other initiates. Besides myself and Arlis, there were 4 female and 2 male initiates. The gnolls were in a blind rage, whipping and gang raping the initiates. They were all raped multiple times, including in their mouths and asses. Even the men did not escape these despicable acts.

It was horrible. They were being held up off the ground at both ends as one gnoll raped them in their vagina or ass, while another raped them in their mouth. It was hard to see from this distance, but the gnolls had huge reddish-colored penises, probably 8-10 inches long, almost as thick as my wrist and with what looked like pea-sized bumps all over them.

The initiates screamed the entire time. I know they were all virgins since that is a requirement to become an initiate. How horrible it must have been for them. I could not bear to see any more of this and turned my head away. My mind raced trying to decide what I should do. I know a few minor spells, but nothing that could handle two gnolls, let along all of them. I decided I needed to survive to return to the grove and relate to the elders what happened. I would stay hidden until they left so I would not be detected. I was far too scared to move anyway.

After the screams died down, I looked and the gnolls were sitting around drinking and laughing, if you can call their grunts and yips laughing. The naked initiates just laid on the ground moaning, some with small streaks of blood running down their legs. Occasionally one of the gnolls would walk over and rape one of the initiates again but there was no more screaming.

Once the gnolls had had their fill, they made the initiates stand up and chained them all together. They marched them off to the northwest, to a horrible fate only they and the Gods know.

I waited another few minutes to make sure they were gone. Just as I decided it was safe to move, I saw a flash of blue light in the center of the camp. A tall, older man appeared out of nowhere. He appeared to be about 50 years old. He wore a dark gray robe, a silver headband and several large rings on his fingers.

He looked around for several moments as if he was searching for something. He uttered strange words I had never heard before as his hands lightly glowed. Suddenly, his head turned directly towards me and we made eye contact. I had been detected!

I stood up, jumped out of the bushes and ran as fast as I could to the south. I had only made it a few steps when I heard the man shout some words I had heard before. He was casting a spell of plant control! This spell allows one who is powerful enough to animate plant life in a limited fashion.

I immediately felt roots emerge from the ground and wrap themselves around my feet. I frantically tried to pull them off, but more roots would cover my feet faster than I was tearing them away. I was trapped! The man slowly walked up to me, taking his time. He knew I was trapped and he was in no hurry.

As he approached, I stood up and turned to face him as much as I could with my feet rooted in place. He circled me once and then stood in front of me.

“What is your name, girl?” He said.

“My name is Dahlia, initiate druid from the Grove of Tranquility.” I replied, “Who are you and what is the meaning of this attack?”

“My name is not important. You were traveling with a band of druids, were you not?” He asked.

“I was.”

“Was Arch Druid Westrell among you?” He asked.

“I... I am not in the habit of answering the questions of people who refuse to identify themselves!” I protested.

With that, he raised one hand and almost casually flipped two fingers towards me, saying a couple of words under his breath. My head felt as though it were on fire! I slapped my face and head frantically trying to put out a fire that was not there.

After a few moments the pain subsided. “Was Arch Druid Westrell among you?” He asked again.

“I... yes... he was.” I replied. I saw no harm in telling him that and I just wanted to get out of there and report to my elders.

“Did he have any... package with him?” the man inquired.

“I think he did, but I don't know what it was. I am just an initiate; I am not privy to that level of information.” I said.

“Yes... I see... I don't doubt you, girl.” he began, “... and you are such a... beautiful girl.”

I did not like the way he looked at me when he said that.

He kept leering at me for several moments and then gestured my way again, saying a few words under his breath. Suddenly my robe and undergarments started to fade away! I could feel they were still there, but they were becoming invisible!

I frantically moved my arms around, trying to bunch up the quickly fading garments to hide my nakedness. Once the garments were fully invisible, I covered my chest with one arm and my vagina with the other hand.

“Ah, ah ah! None of that!” he said, gesturing again as vines descended from a nearby tree and wrapped themselves around my wrists. The vines tightened and pulled up on my arms until they were fully extended over my head.

“You ARE a beautiful girl!” he said, with a grin that chilled me to the bone.

“Who are you?!” I yelled, “I demand that you release me at once!”

“You... demand?” he asked rhetorically as he walked towards me.

I felt so totally helpless, exposed and humiliated. I was spread out and completely naked before a strange man. My beloved Ronak has never so much as glimpsed my breast, let alone my full womanhood.

Just as he approached me, my garments started to slowly become visible again. Is it possible he can't maintain both the invisibility and plant control spells at once?

“YOU DEMAND?!” he yelled.

I jumped with a start at his tone. “Please... whoever you are... release me! I have nothing that will be of use to you!” I pleaded.

“Oh, I beg to differ, young one.” he said, the evil grin reappearing on his face, “You have much that will be of use to me.”

As he said this, he grabbed the top of my robe and jerked downwards quite forcefully, ripping the robe from my body, leaving me in only my light undergarments.

“You have MUCH that will be of use to me.” he repeated with emphasis, as he placed his hand on my vagina and lightly squeezed.

“By the Gods... please... do not do this! I am betrothed! ” I begged.

“Ah, my sweet virgin princess... you will beg me for more before this night is over!” he said, cackling and turning away from me.

He seemed to be meditating or maybe praying for a few minutes. I couldn't tell which.

He stood up, faced me and made gestures with both hands and spoke a few words, some of which I recognized. What is he doing... it was very familiar... Oh Gods! He was casting a spell of charm.

I felt a wave of warmth come over me and felt the roots and vines receding. Even though the plants had released me, I was unable to move. My mind was screaming “Run!” but my body would not obey.

“On your knees!” he commanded.

I had no choice. I tried to fight it but immediately went to my knees. I was his helpless puppet.

“Take my cock in to your mouth!” he demanded, as he pushed his robe aside, exposing his genitals. He was using crude street language, but I new what he meant.

Again, I had no choice. In my mind, I was repulsed and humiliated, but my body instantly obeyed and I took his penis in to my mouth. It tasted rancid.

“Ah... sweet, sweet girl...” he sighed. He gently started pushing his penis deeper in to my mouth, then almost fully withdrawing it and repeating. I had heard stories of the prostitutes in the city doing things like this and it always repulsed me. It was even more terrible than I imagined. He stunk of sweat, piss and dung.

“Mmmmm... “ he moaned as he pushed it almost all the way in. It went part-way down the back of my throat and gagged me. I wanted to vomit but my body would not cooperate.

“Move your tongue around slowly!” he ordered. I immediately, and involuntarily, started massaging the underside of his penis with my tongue.

“Lightly massage my balls with your hands!” he said.

I was no longer wasting energy fighting it. I was helpless. By this time his penis was much larger than before, and standing up rigidly.

I felt the warmth in my body fading away. I think the charm spell was wearing off and he didn't seem to notice. I was regaining enough control that I probably could have removed my mouth from his penis, but I was buying time until I regained enough control of my body to escape. I kept massaging his penis with my tongue as I felt control returning to my body. As much as the thought repulsed me, I was planning to bite his penis as hard as I could and then run.

I had almost regained enough control to attempt my escape when he pulled his penis out of my mouth and took a step backwards.

“Do not think me such an amateur as to not know the limits of my own spells!” he said, gesturing again to the roots to grasp my feet.

At this point I was desperate and tried to cast the only spell I could think of that might be of use. I gestured and spoke the words of the spell of blindness.

“Damn you, girl!” he yelled as he put his arm over his eyes. After the flash had faded, he removed his arm and blinked a few times, trying to focus on me.

“Your pitiful attempt at magic has done nothing more than anger me!” He yelled, his vision fully restored.

With this, he gestured again to the vines, which came down and pulled my arms high above my head.

“Let me see your full beauty, girl!” he said, in a low hushed voice.

Another vine that had been on the ground slowly started sliding up my left leg. It crawled beneath my undergarments, brushing against my vagina and continuing up my stomach. As it slid between my breast, it came out the top of my undergarment and curled back on itself. With a hard, fast, jerk, it ripped my undergarment off. I was now fully exposed to him, unable to cover up in any way.

“You should not have angered me, girl!” he said, as he removed the leather strap that was holding his robe closed.

He circled around behind me and made no other movement or sounds for several moments. “Please... what are you doing?” I asked, turning my head trying to see him

I then felt a stripe of pain lash across my ass, burning as if it were on fire. It was the worst pain I have ever felt. I screamed so loudly it hurt my ears.

He reached down, grabbed my undergarment, ripped a piece off and shoved it in my mouth, looking around nervously.

Then it began. I long series of lashes up and down my legs, ass and back. Each lash felt as if it were setting my skin afire. I tried to scream, but it was almost completely muffled by the cloth in my mouth.

I was in too much pain to count the lashes, but it felt like an eternity. I thought it would never end. I thought I was dying. He was going to beat me to death, I just knew it.

I was sobbing and crying long after he finished whipping me. He stood there, sweating and trying to catch his breath.

“Enough of this!” he yelled, and gestured to the vines again.

The vines on the ground lifted up and grabbed my arms, as the vine from above wrapped itself around my stomach, pulling upward. I was now bent over a vine, with my arms and feet secured to the ground and my ass fully exposed, legs spread wide apart.

He spit on his fingers and rubbed it in to my vagina and removed his robe.

“Xanthula! I commit this virgin to you! Please accept this offering and bless me with a measure of your glorious power!” he yelled skyward, and then mumbled some strange words.

I then felt a great stabbing pain shoot through my vagina and into my pelvis as he rammed his penis fully in to me with one savage stroke.

“Ahhhhh!!!” he sighed loudly, as I screamed in to my cloth gag.

He continued to pump his penis in and out of me, faster and faster.

After several minutes of this, he slowed down and yelled “Gods! Ah! Eyaaaaahhhh!!!” as I felt a warmth shooting in to me and running down my leg. I could see it was a mixture of what I presume was semen, and traces of blood.

As he was in the midst of his ecstasy, the vines started losing their grip. As he pulled his penis out of me, the vines and roots receded away and I fell to the ground, crying and sobbing.

As I lay there, naked and ashamed, I could think of nothing other than my beloved Ronak. This evil man stole my virginity from you. I will not blame you if you longer want me as your wife. No respectable man would want me now.

I laid there for many long minutes, in to much pain to move.

The man then grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to look at him.

“You have pleased me, girl.” he started, “I have decided to let you live...” My heart seemed to skip a beat. He was going to let me go! Praise the Gods!

“Yes, you will live... at the top of my tower where you will please me at my whim.” My hopes completely deflated, I collapsed on the ground, crying and sobbing once again.

“You should feel proud, girl. Not many girls have the privilege of being a personal servant of Kelmane!” He proclaimed proudly.

By the Gods! This man was Arch Druid Kelmane!

He pulled me up by my hair and grabbed me around the waist. He gestured and spoke a few words. There was a flash of light and were were instantly in a circular room made of stone. There were two small windows but all I could see was the sky. There was a wooden hatch on the floor. We were obviously at the top of his tower.

“This is your home now. A servant will bring you food twice a day. I will summon you when I desire your 'attention'. There is no escape from this place. Attempt to leave and it will not go well for you.” he said, making a gesture and disappearing in a flash of blue light.

I have been here for 3 days now. I have been fed and have access to a few dusty books and a quill, but I have not seen Kelmane since he brought me here.

I wrote this letter on blank pages from the books. I befriended a large crow that had been landing on my window sill. I attached this letter to its leg and asked it to deliver the letter to a druid or other friend of the animals.

I have no idea who this letter may find, or if the crow even understood my request. I can only pray to the Gods that someone can help me. Please... help me...


Chapter 2

It is day seven of my captivity at the top of Arch Druid Kelmane's tower. I have still not seen Kelmane or left this room since I was brought here against my will.

Twice a day, one of Kelmane's servants brings food and refills the water bucket I use for washing, and a pitcher of drinking water. He also replaces the bucket that I use for... other purposes, with a clean one.

I have been trying to befriend this servant. He is a a small, stocky man, and quite grotesque. I am not even certain of his race. He is roughly four feet tall, about the size of a dwarf, but if he is a dwarf, he has been deformed since birth or perhaps suffered a terrible accident. He has gray, scraggly, shoulder length hair, a face completely covered with wrinkles and several moles, and overly-large hands, with pudgy fingers. His fingernails are yellowed, long, sharp and encrusted with dirt.

He is quite gentle, almost shy, but also very firm in his refusal to speak to me. I have attempted to talk to him but he just shakes his head, almost fearfully, and leaves. He will not even tell me his name. It is possible he is not even capable of speech; I have only heard him grunt on occasion.

I am writing this on the last blank page from the books that were left in my room. I have asked the servant for more paper, but he will not respond.

The crow I dispatched with my first letter returned, but my letter was no longer attached to it. I do not know if it was delivered or was lost, but I must keep trying. I desperately need more paper. May the Gods, and my beloved Ronak, forgive me for what I was about to do.

I waited until the evening delivery of food. The servant arrived with a plate and set it down on the table as always. I waited a few moments, trying to build up my courage, and choke back my shame. The servant started to open the hatch to leave.

"Servant!" I said.

"Uhhnn" he grunted.

"Paper?" I said, holding up and waving the last blank page, "Please!"

"Nnnnn" he grunted, and started down the hatch.

"Servant!!" I said, louder this time.

He looked back at me and stopped descending the ladder, half of his body already below the floor.

"Paper..." I said, softly, as I slowly pushed the robe off of my shoulder, revealing my left breast.

"HUUUUUNNN" he said, looking around nervously, eyes bugging out slightly.

I caressed my breast with my hand, and repeated "Paper...".

"HUUUUUNNN" he said again, as he closed the hatch and left.

I had failed. I shamed and humiliated myself to no avail. I picked at my food and went to bed, sobbing and crying myself to sleep.

*****

Later that night, it must had been almost midnight, I was awakened by the hatch being unlocked and opened. It was the servant, glowing lantern in hand. I immediately jumped up and stood at the side of my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"HUUUUUNNN" he replied, reaching in to his robe and pulling out three pieces of paper.

"Thank you!" I said, reaching for the paper.

"Nnnnn!" he grunted, pulling the paper back, out of my reach.

"What...? Is the paper not for me?" I asked.

"HUUUUUNNN" he groaned, pointing at my chest.

Gods! What was he wanting?

I slowly pushed the robe off of my shoulder again. His eyes widened and he licked his dry, cracked lips.

He seemed very shy, or possibly intimidated, almost afraid to approach me. I sensed that he was not going to do this on his own, so I walked over to him and slowly reached for his head, pulling it towards my breast until his lips touched my nipple.

His lips were still very dry and rough, irritating the sensitive skin of my nipple. He then started licking my breast with his disgusting tongue. It was a sickly gray color, and his saliva was slimy. He slobbered on my breast for several seconds, until I pulled away and covered my breast with my arm.

"Paper!" I demanded.

"Huh! Huh!" he replied, handing me the three pieces of paper.

I again lowered my robe and let this horrid creature lick my breast and lightly bite on my nipple with what few yellowed teeth remained in his mouth.

After a few minutes of this, I could take no more and pulled away again.

"That is all!" I said, pulling my robe back up over my shoulder.

"Nnnnn!" he grunted.

"That is all!" I repeated.

"NNNNNN!" he protested, more angrily this time, as he grabbed his crotch.

"No more... or I will tell Kelmane what you have done!" I said.

"Uhhnn!" he said fearfully.

"Thank you for the paper, but I can do no more for you." I said.

He started walking back towards the hatch, stopped for a moment and then walked to the small writing desk and picked up the bottle of ink.

"Uhhnn!" he said, with an evil grin, shaking the nearly empty bottle of ink and grabbing his crotch.

Gods, I had not even thought about the ink!

I turned my head away from him defiantly. He opened the hatch and left, snickering and grunting as he descended the ladder.

*****

I awoke early the next morning and continued writing. The ink was indeed almost gone. I would need more by tomorrow if I was to continue writing. I can not bear to think of letting that creature touch me again, but writing these letters is the only thing allowing me to maintain my sanity, trapped in this tower.

At the usual mid-morning hour, the servant opened the hatch to deliver my food and water. I stood up an approached him.

“Good morning servant.” I said.

He did not reply. He seemed annoyed with me.

He attended to his duties, picked up my waste bucket and started to open the hatch.

“Servant?” I started. He stopped and looked at me.

“Ink?” I asked, sheepishly.

“Nnnnn!” he grunted forcefully and started to walk away again.

“Wait!” I shouted. “Please... Ink?”

He set the bucket down and grabbed his crotch. “Uhnnn!” he demanded.

I looked at him for a moment, trying to swallow my pride.

“Yes...” I said, turning my head away from him in shame.

“Huuunn!” he said excitedly and turned to leave again.

“And paper!” I added.

“Nnnnn!” he said, shaking his head.

“And paper!” I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.

“Uhhnn...” he groaned under his breath.

After he left I tried to eat, but could do nothing but hang my head in shame and cry. I was no better than a common prostitute now. No... I was worse than a prostitute. They at least get a silver or two for selling themselves to normal men. I was going to humiliate myself with this grotesque creature for four coppers worth of paper and ink.

*****

Later that night, around the same time as last night, the servant arrived in my room as expected. He set the bottle of ink and what must have been eight or nine pieces of paper on the desk. He then turned to me and grabbed his crotch.

I looked down at the floor, trying to think of a way out of this.

“Hunnn!” he said as he pulled his robe aside, revealing his penis. It was horrible. It was only about four inches long, but was very fat and stubby-looking. It had several moles, warts and wild hairs on it. His pubic hair was gray and patches of it were missing. His testicles were wrinkled and sagging down several inches below his penis. I would die before I would allow him to put that thing inside me!

I sat on the bed and patted it, prompting him to lie down. He removed his robe and lay down on his back. Gods, this was a disgusting creature!

I turned slightly on the bed so I could reach him and put my hand on his penis.

“HUUUNNNN!” he groaned. Seeing his reaction, I doubted he had ever been touched by a woman.

His penis immediately grew to five inches or so and became rigid. I started to massage and stroke it. He was becoming more excited by the second, kicking his legs around and moaning. Suddenly, he sat up in bed, pulled my robe off of my shoulders and tried to push me down on my back.

“No!” I shouted.

“UHHHNNN!” he replied, obviously annoyed.

I pulled my robe back over my shoulders, covering myself back up. I then gently pushed him back down and started stroking his penis again.

“NNNNNN!” he grunted loudly. He wanted more than my hand.

“I will not submit myself to you for paper and ink!” I insisted.

“Uhhhhnnn.” he grunted, touching my lips with a finger.

“No! I will not put that in my mouth... not for a wagon-load of paper and ink!” I protested.

“Huuunnn...” he groaned. He then looked down at me and motioned for me to remove my robe.

I assumed he at least wanted to see me naked. I decided that was much better than having him try to put that thing inside of me, so I stood up and slowly removed my robe, revealing my full naked body to him.

He was becoming visibly excited again and was rubbing his penis quite vigorously.

“UHHHNNN!” he said, pointing to his penis.

I again started stroking his penis, with both hands this time. It was quit fat, and it took both hands to fully encircle it. I stroked up and down for several minutes as he panted and moaned.

With no warning whatsoever, he let out a shrill scream: “Eeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”

It startled me and I quit stroking him. I was unsure if he was in pain or not. He grabbed my hands and put them back on his penis and started thrusting his hips, pumping his penis in and out of my cupped hands.

“AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!” he screamed as load after load of semen shot out of his penis. It was awful. Semen was going everywhere; in my hair, on my blanket, on his face and even on the floor. After the first time it landed in my hair, I turned away so it would not get on my face. I could still feel it hit the back of my head several times.

He continued to pump my hands for about a minute after the semen had stopped. When he finally stopped, he jumped up, looked around fearfully, put his robe back on and quickly scurried down the hatch.

I tried to clean up the mess as well as I could in the dim light of the single candle I was allowed, and quickly fell asleep.

*****

The next morning as I writing at my desk, the servant arrived with my food.

“Good morning.” I said.

He would not reply. I think he was embarrassed.

“Don't be embarrassed.” I started, “You helped me and I helped you. We can be friends and help each other! That is nothing to be ashamed of.” I wish I could believe that myself. I felt nothing but shame and humiliation for using my feminine charms in this manipulative manner.

“Uhnnn” he grunted weakly.

“In fact, if you were to help me again, I might be willing to give myself to you... totally.” I said.

“Huunn?” he inquired.

“Yes, if you were to... maybe... help me... escape...” I began.

“NNNNN! NNNNN!” he grunted, clearly fearful.

“But... we could both escape! We could run away together and... BE together!” I pleaded.

“NNNNN!” he said firmly.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, filling the room with a blue glow. It was Kelmane.

“Good man, Ardy.” he said, speaking to the servant, “You have resisted her charms.”

“Kelmane! Please... release me! I am going mad locked in this room!” I begged.

“You will have plenty to keep you busy soon enough.” he said cryptically.

“What... what do you mean?” I asked.

“You will know soon enough.” he began, an evil grin forming on his lips, “Right now, I think Ardy deserves a... reward... for his loyalty, don't you?”

“He was not as loyal as you think, Kelmane!” I protested, trying not think think about what he was implying, “He gave me paper and ink for... for... a sexual favor!”

“Don't you think I know that, girl?!” He shouted. “I see everything that happens here! I was merely testing his loyalty. He passed the test, and now... I am going to reward him.”

I just looked at him, unsure what to say.

“Or perhaps it would be more apt to say... YOU are going to reward him...” Kelmane said.

“What...?” I asked, stunned, “What do you mean? I... Gods! You can't... you can't expect me to...”

“I EXPECT you to do WHAT I tell you to do, WHEN and WHERE I tell you to do it!” he shouted, startling me.

“Kelmane, please... I have already been humiliated beyond what any respectable woman can bear. Please do not do this... please, I beg of you.” I pleaded.

“Ardy, remove her robe.” he ordered. Ardy immediately came up to me and pulled my robe off. I tried to cover myself with my arms.

“Now girl, will you submit willingly, or must we whip you in to submission.” Kelmane asked.

“I... Kelmane... please... take me yourself if you must, but please don't make me...” I sobbed.

“Answer me, girl!” he yelled.

“I... I will... submit...” I said, tears flowing down my cheeks.

“Good. Turn around and get on your hands and knees, ass towards us.” he ordered.

“Kelmane...”

“Do it now, girl!” he commanded.

I slowly dropped to my knees and spun around, my back to them.

“Down!” he shouted.

I bent over, placing my palms on the floor and hung my head in shame.

“There you go, Ardy. Use my new plaything as you wish.” Kelmane said.

Ardy immediately walked up to me and put his hand on my vagina. He rubbed it for a few moments and then bent over and sniffed me. I then felt his putrid tongue sliding up and down my vagina, his slimy spittle dripping off me, making a small puddle on the floor.

I turned my head to look at Kelmane. He was just standing there watching, a smirk on his face.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain as Ardy poked one of his fingers in to my vagina. He gyrated his finger around for a few moments and then inserted another finger.

“Ahhh!” I yelped.

“Huh! Huh!” Ardy grunted.

I felt Ardy remove his fingers and then I heard some shuffling noises. Just as I turned around, I felt Ardy ram his penis in to my vagina. I thought he was going to rip me open!

“HUHHH! HUHHH! HUHHH!” Ardy grunted with each thrust. My head was jerking up and down with each powerful stroke.

I managed to yelp out a single word at the end of each painful thrust, “Please... Stop... Please... No... Gods!”

After several minutes of this, Ardy pulled out of me, bent over and started licking me again. This time he was licking my vagina and my... my ass hole. By the Gods, what depravity!

Ardy walked around and stood in front of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He put his penis up to my lips. I turned my head, sickened by the smell of his penis mixed with the scent of my vagina.

“Uhhhhh!” he said, looking at Kelmane.

“Do it, girl, or I will take my strap to your backside again!” Kelmane ordered.

I turned my head back towards Ardy and reluctantly opened my mouth, but just slightly.

Kelmane walked over and grabbed my head, forcing my mouth open wide and said “Do it, Ardy!”

Ardy slowly put the head of his penis in my mouth. I was sure I was going to vomit. It stank worse than Kelmane had. I could feel the warts and moles sliding over my tongue as he inched it in deeper and deeper. My lips stretched until they hurt, to accommodate his girth.

Once he had his penis fully buried in my mouth, I thought it was going to dislocate my jaw, but thankfully it wasn't long enough to gag me too much. My nose was buried in his scraggly gray pubic hair, making the stench even stronger.

Ardy started sliding his penis in and out of my mouth, gaining speed with each thrust.

“Mmmfff... Mmmfff... Mmmfff...” I huffed, with each thrust.

Suddenly, he grabbed my head and started ramming his penis in to my mouth even harder, over and over, smashing my nose against his groin.

“AHHHHHHEEEEEE!!!” he screamed.

Just as he screamed, I felt the warmth of his first load of semen shoot down the back of my throat. I tried to pull my mouth off of his penis, but he was too powerful.

I felt a wave a nausea come over me as load after load of semen shot down my throat. His penis was such a tight fit that very little of it could escape my mouth; I had no choice but to try and swallow it all, or I would choke on it. After swallowing several gulps of semen, I could not keep up and some of it came out through my nose. It was a horrible feeling.

Ardy finally stopped and pulled his penis out of my mouth. I laid my head down on the floor and just sobbed.

“Please... leave me now. You got what you wanted. Leave me to my shame...please!” I begged.

“Are you done with her, Ardy?” Kelmane asked.

“Nnnnn!” Ardy grunted. Gods! What more could he want?

Ardy walked back around behind me and put his still rigid penis back in to my vagina. I just laid there on my knees, head on the floor, crying and sobbing. I lost track of time as I tried to think about how happy life was back at the grove. I had a vague awareness of Ardy's penis thrusting in and out of me, and my face rubbing against the floor as he violently humped me for many minutes. I was trying to remember Ronak's beautiful face. It was getting harder every day to see him clearly in my mind.

I was shocked back to reality by Ardys shrill scream, as he again started shooting load after load of semen, this time in to my vagina.

After Ardy pulled out of me, I just fell over and lay on the floor.

“Clean yourself up tonight, girl.” Kelmane said, “We have many guest that will begin arriving in the morning. They are very important diplomats from across the region.”

“What....” I stuttered quietly, “w-what have they to do with me?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you, girl?” he asked, “You are the entertainment!”

I laid my head back down and sobbed deeply.

Chapter 3

I awoke this morning on the floor. I must have cried myself to sleep after Kelmane and Ardy left me last night.

I could feel tears welling up in me again, but I remembered that Kelmane had ordered me to get myself cleaned up. I did not want to anger him and thought it best to put off my self-pity until later.

My pubic hair was caked with Ardys dried semen, and it was also on both of my thighs and my chin and neck. I spent almost an hour trying to wash it all off of me.

My vagina was sore and quite tender to the touch. I was not prepared for Ardy to violate me so savagely, nor for the scraping of a warted penis for such a long time. My jaws also ached. I mustered what little strength I had and cast a minor soothing spell upon myself. It took the edge off, but I am still tender.

After cleaning myself up, I anxiously awaited my mid-morning meal. I was still queasy from swallowing so much semen. It was all I could do to keep from vomiting last night, but now I wish I had; at least that disgusting fluid would no longer be in my stomach...

I was suddenly overcome with a horrible feeling of dread. What if... Gods! When was my last monthly cycle? I could not remember! Gods help me... I could not bear the thought of ...

Just then the hatch opened and Ardy came up the ladder. He had my food, fresh water and some clothes. He walked to the table and set the food and clothes down, looking at me the whole time with a strange look on his face. I think he was ashamed of himself. I just looked away. After he finished his chores, he started back down the ladder and paused.

“Huunnn?” he grunted quietly. I turned my head even further away from him until I heard the hatch being closed and locked.

I looked at the clothes he had left on the table. It was a gaudy three-piece outfit; an ankle length skirt, a long sleeved blouse that stopped short of covering my stomach, and a type of undergarment I had never seen before. It would barely cover my pubic hair in the front, and there was only a thin strap up the back.

I put the outfit on. The blouse and skirt were very sheer; you could fairly easily see my undergarment if the lighting was just right. Only a design pattern on the blouse kept my nipples from being visible.

I looked like a prostitute. No... more like a... a dancer. Gods, what was he planning to make me do?

*****

It was early evening. I had heard commotions outside all day long; horses, wagons and people greeting each other. I could not see the ground from my window but I assumed these were the diplomats Kelmane spoke of.

The room filled with a flash of light. Kelmane appeared and walked up to me.

“I see you have cleaned yourself up, girl. “ he said. “The outfit flatters you quite nicely.”

“Kelmane, please tell me what is going on. What is expected of me? Have I not suffered enough?” I asked.

“We are having a banquet tonight, and every night this week.” he stated, “And as I said before, you are the entertainment for my guests.”

“What does that mean? How... what am I to do?” I asked.

“These diplomats are of vital importance to me, girl!” he said, almost shouting, “You will do whatever is necessary to please them!”

“But...” I began.

“Let me make this clear to you, girl. These people signing the alliance agreement is much more important to me than your life. You will do everything in your power to please them. If you do not please them... if you fail me, I will hang you by your thumbs from the ceiling in the lowest dungeon of this tower, and whip you to the verge of death every day for the rest of your pitiful life. Do you understand me, girl?”

“I... y-yes... I... “ I stuttered.

“Good. Do not fail me.”

“Y-yes, Kelmane.”

“Your first duty will be to entertain our guests by dancing. I know you can dance, as it is part of normal druid rituals. You will dance slowly, and in an enticing manor. You will caress your body as you dance, and tease the guests with quick glimpse of your female... charms.”

“Yes, Kelmane.” I said, hanging my head in shame.

“If you are not dancing to my satisfaction, I will use a spell of charm on you again and force you to dance properly. And then you will be severely punished after the banquet.” he warned.

“I understand.” I said, tears welling up again.

“There will be representatives of several clans and races seated around the banquet table. You will begin dancing immediately after dinner, and you will continue to dance until the last guest has retired for the evening. ” He ordered.

“I will do as you ask.” I replied. This did not sound so horrible. I do not like the thought of enticing men with my body, but I do enjoy dancing.

“One other thing, girl...” he said “At any time, if one of the guests gestures to you, you will immediately work your way over to them, dance seductively for them for a few minutes and then slowly make your way down to your knees and under the table.”

“Why... why would I...” I stammered.

“Don't be stupid, girl! This is what is expected of a dancer at these gatherings!” he shouted, “You will work your way under the table and pleasure them with your mouth!”

“By the Gods! You want me to act as a common prosti...” I started.

“You will act as I tell you to act!!!” he yelled, striking me full across the face with the back of his hand, “And make sure you swallow every drop. I do not want my guests to suffer the embarrassment of semen stains on their formal garments.”

I just looked away and sobbed.

“I have hired two other girls who will be part of the entertainment as well, but neither of them have your looks, or youth, so I expect you will be quite popular.” he added with a grin.

“Yes, Kelmane.” I said, my hand on my burning cheek.

*****

I was brought down to the banquet room towards the end of the meal. The two other dancers and I were in a small room off to the side waiting for the guests to finish eating. The other girls were attractive and both had larger breasts than I, but they looked as if their best days were behind them. One of them grabbed my cheeks in her hand, moved my head back and forth as if inspecting me and said “I don't envy you tonight, Blondie!”

We were given the signal to begin. I had no idea what to do so I let the other two girls lead and I watched them closely. As we entered the room, there was some polite applause and three dwarfs cheering, probably already drunk. I looked around at the diplomats. They were a very strange collection of beings. Besides the dwarfs, there were five gnomes, a huge creature that I believe was an ogre, a night elf, three small men wearing hoods that appeared to be halflings, and several other creatures that I did not recognize. They all looked unsavory and I felt a slight aura of evil hanging over the room.

We started dancing. I felt very awkward at first, but after a few minutes I was getting the hang of it. The other girls were much better at this than I, but most of the eyes seemed to be on me, except the disgusting ogre who seemed to be more interested in cleaning out his nose with his finger, and the halflings, who looked around suspiciously and whispered amongst themselves most of the time. The dwarfs continued to cheer and holler at us.

After about half an hour, the dwarf on the left, who seemed to be the leader, gestured to me. The other two dwarfs gestured to the other girls. We all danced our way up to them and seduced them for a few minutes. I was still following the lead of the girls.

As we worked our way down under the table, all three of the dwarfs already had their penises poking out of their garments and were rubbing themselves. The one in the middle had a very large penis, the other two were somewhat smaller. One of the girls pushed my out of the way, saying “I'm not doing the big one!” and crawled over to the one who had gestured to me. The other girl then took the one on the right, leaving me with the largest one.

I watched them for a few moments to see how they did it. They were both licking the head of the penis, so I did also. Then they started running their tongues up and down the length and flicking their tongue all over it. I matched their movements for several seconds. They put the penises in their mouths and started slowly going up and down on it. I tried to do that as well, but I was not able to go down nearly as far as they did.

It was only about three or four minutes in to this when I heard the girl on my left start to make noises.

“Mmffff, guh, guh, guh, guh” she gulped as she seemed to be swallowing rapidly. I saw the dwarfs legs stick straight out and he let out a yell. After the noises subsided, she slowed down her movements and eventually stopped, wiped her mouth and looked at me.

“Too bad, Blondie. Yours was a quick one.” She gloated.

I kept going up and down on the middle dwarfs penis. I could only take about half of his penis in my mouth before starting to gag. A few minutes later, the girl on my right started making noises. I tilted my head to watch her out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes closed tightly and she grimaced several times, trying not to gag.

“Hmmph! Hmmph!” she huffed through her nose. She seemed to be letting the semen build up in her mouth rather than immediately swallowing it. Every few seconds she would swallow with a loud gulp and continue bobbing on the penis. I decided that this way would be easier for me when the time came.

As I was still looking at her, I felt the dwarfs huge penis tighten up and start throbbing. I then felt a hot load of semen hit the back of my throat. I was not prepared for this and my head jerked up, banging against the bottom of the table. I vaguely heard several people laughing.

I regained my composure and concentrated on my task. It was bad enough having to endure this humiliation, I did not want to be punished as well. I waited for three or four loads of semen to shoot in to my mouth and then quickly swallowed. It certainly did not taste good, but it was not as disgusting as Ardys semen had been.

I repeated this several times and each time there was less semen to swallow. I was sure I had got it all. I slowed down as I had seen the other girls do and after I was sure he was done, I took my mouth off of it. I checked his garment to make sure it was clean. Gods! There was a huge glob of semen near the bottom of his shirt. I wiped it off with my finger and looked around for somewhere to put it. I couldn't find anywhere that was suitable so I closed my eyes, put my finger in my mouth, closed my lips around it and wiped it off, swallowing it. For some reason, it was much more disgusting to taste it like this than it was while the penis was in my mouth. This last swallow made me more queasy than all the rest of it did.

I licked the spot on his shirt several times where the semen had been. I figured saliva would dry quickly and I wanted to make sure there was no semen to leave a stain.

I sat under the table for a few moments to wipe my mouth, straighten my clothes and calm my stomach down, then began dancing again. The other two girls were still dancing as well.

As I danced, I thought about how much easier that had been than I expected. It was still humiliating and disgusting, but it was much better than having my mouth forcefully raped as Ardy had done. I could get through this.

A short time later, the ogre diplomat stormed out of the banquet hall and left. I did not understand what had happened but Kelmane did not seem pleased.

Throughout the night, I noticed that the night elf had been staring at me, but barely spoke a word to anyone. Night elves are an ancient race of uncertain origin. Their most distinctive feature, of course, would be their dark blue skin. They are slenderly built and look almost fragile. Their faces are usually hairless and smooth, even a bit feminine. They are usually about five to five and a half feet tall. They are generally unfriendly to other races and live in secluded underground cities where outsiders are not allowed.

This night elf had short, black, cropped hair and small facial features. He wore a plain light gray robe and no jewelry or insignia. Still, he managed to have an aura of dignity about him.

So far I had been lucky and only had to pleasure the dwarf. The guests were starting to get their fill of drink and it was getting late. I actually may get through this night without further humiliation.

Just as these thoughts passed through my mind, the night elf gestured to me. Gods! A few more minutes and I would have been dismissed.

I danced over towards him and used my seductive moves as I made my way under the table. It was quite dark by this time as the candles and torches were burning down. I positioned myself between the night elf's legs, opened his robe and caressed his thighs as I put my head in his crotch, ready to begin licking his penis. His penis must be quite small, I thought, because my mouth could find nothing but pubic hair.

I kissed his pubic area and moved lower, trying to find his penis with my mouth. Maybe their penises were positioned lower than other races? I continued kissing and licking his pubic area, moving lower and lower when suddenly, my tongue hit a moist, fleshy area and I smelled a distinct scent... the scent of... vagina? By the Gods! It was a female!

A wave of shame overtook me! I had just put my tongue in a womans vagina! Even the most grotesque male would be better than this! I can't do it... I can't. I scrambled out from under the table and ran to the side room, crying and sobbing.

I heard a commotion in the banquet room. It seems I had gravely insulted the night elf. I could not imagine what punishment Kelmane would have in store for me.

Kelmane stormed in to the room and grabbed me by the throat.

“You bitch!” he yelled, “You will go out there this instant and make this right! I've already lost the ogres, I will not lose the night elves because of you! You will go out there right now, you will beg for her forgiveness and then you will offer to submit yourself to her for anything she desires!”

“I... I can't... not a woman... please... anything but that!” I begged.

“You will do as I say...” he said, growling under his breath so only I could hear him, “and you will do it now, or I swear I will have you skinned alive before daybreak!”

“Kelmane, please...” I began, then saw the look on his face and knew he was serious, “I... Yes, Kelmane, I will do... as you say.”

I composed myself, went to stand before the night elf and dropped to my knees.

“Ma'am, please forgive me. My behavior was unacceptable. I was... I was unfamiliar with... I mean... I thought...” I stammered.

“You have insulted me, girl!” she said, her words dripping with indignation.

“I'm sorry, Ma'am. Please allow me to make it up to you!” I begged.

“Yes, girl, you will.” she said as she motioned to her two soldier escorts that had been standing near the door all night.

The soldiers grabbed me and roughly shuffled me up several flights of stairs. We entered a room, that I presumed was the night elf's quarters. The soldiers teased and taunted me, grabbing my ass and squeezing my breasts as they bounce me back and forth between them. This went on for several minutes until they heard the night elf coming. They then stopped and each grabbed one of my arms as they stood at attention.

The night elf walked in, stood in front of me and looked me up and down a few times.

“Strip her.” she said calmly. The soldiers immediately obeyed, one grabbing my blouse and ripping it off, while the other tore my off skirt and threw it aside, then easily snapped the band of my undergarment with one fast jerk and dropped it on the floor. They still had hold of both my arms so I could not cover myself.

I stood there, trying to lay one of my knees across the other in a vain attempt to hide my pubic area. The night elf gazed at me for several moments and then grabbed both of my cheeks with one hand, bunching my lips together.

“So, you don't like females?” she said, hesitating for just a moment, “So, you don't like... me? I could only grunt in response and nod my head.

She then put her mouth up to mine and kissed me deeply, forcing her long, narrow tongue deep in to my mouth. When I felt her tongue touch mine, I was struck by revulsion. This was unnatural! It was perverse, disgusting and despicable! I could not do it! I would rather face the punishment of Kelmane! I turned my head away from her in disgust.

“So, this is how you want it to be, eh?” she hissed, a smile forming on her face, “Good... Gooooodd”.

“Hang her from the ceiling.” she ordered.

The soldiers did as they were told, tying my hands tightly together with a length of rope and throwing it over a beam on the ceiling. They pulled the rope tight, until my toes were barely touching the ground and then secured the other end to a cloak hook on the wall.

I hung there, completely naked, spinning around slowly as I tried to reach the floor with my feet to relieve the weight from my arms.

The night elf opened a chest and searched through it, looking for something. She finally pulled out long riding crop.

“I think we'll start with this.” she said, tapping the crop in her palm.

“Ma'am... please... I did not mean to insult...”

Whack! She hit me across the left side of my ass.

“Ahhhhhh!” I yelled. It hurt, but not like Kelmane's belt.

“P-please, Ma'am... I'm... I'm...”

WHACK! This one was harder, and on the back of my left thigh.

“Eeeeeeiiiiiaaa!” I yelled, “PLEASE!”

She walked around and aimed for the right side of my ass. WHACK!

“EEEEEEEEYYYIIII!!!” I screamed, “By the Gods!! I'm sorry!! Please!!”

She looked at the soldiers and calmly said “Lift her legs and spread them wide.”

The soldiers both grabbed a foot and pulled them up to about the level of the night elf's chest. They then spread my legs wide. My vagina was now fully exposed to her.

“Wider.” she ordered.

The soldiers both took a step away from each other, spreading my legs farther apart than I thought possible. My thigh muscles ached and I thought my legs would pop out of their joints.

“Interesting...” the night elf said, “I've never seen a blond vagina before.” The soldiers looked at each other and snickered.

She pulled the lips of my vagina apart slightly.

“And fresh too...” she continued, “You have not been with many men.”

“No, ma'am... please, ma'am... my arms... they hurt.“ I pleaded.

She then bent over and put her face in my crotch. I felt her tongue slowly probing around inside the lips of my vagina, as if she were tasting it in several places. I got no pleasure from this, but I must admit that it was soothing to the tender skin that was still raw from Ardys rough treatment last night.

I then felt her tongue wiggling around, forcing itself in to my vagina. Suddenly, the revulsion hit me again. This woman had her dark blue tongue inside me! It was disgusting! I pulled my hips back away from her. I could only move a few inches, but it was enough to get her tongue out of me.

“Nooo... please!” I begged.

“Again, you insult me!” she hissed, with more emotion than she had shown previously.

She then pulled the crop back well over her shoulder and slammed it down on my right inner thigh.

Whack!

“AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” I screamed, “PLEASE.... GODS HELP ME!”

Whack! Again on the right thigh, but closer to my vagina.

“AAAAARRRHHHH!!!!!”

She repositioned herself and lashed the crop along the top of my pubic hair line.

Whack!

“AAAAARGGHHHH!!!! PLEEEEAAASSSSSEEE!!!!”

She reared back and lashed again.

Whack! I felt an explosion of pain as the crop landed squarely on the lips of my vagina.

“GGGGGGAAAHHHHHH!” I screamed, thrashing around as much as I was able.

Whack! Again directly on my vagina.

“GGGOOOOOODDDDDSSSSS!!!! PLEEEEASSSSEEE!!!! I CAN TAKE NO MORE!!!!” I begged.

The next few seconds were a blur of pain as she rapidly lashed me many times, up and down both inner thighs, and all around, and directly on my vagina. My screams must have awakened everyone in the tower.

She finally stopped beating me. I looked down, and my thighs and pubic area were covered in red welts. Please forgive me Ronak. I am not strong enough. I am no hero. I cannot endure this pain any longer. My will is broken and I am defeated. I can now do only what I must do to survive.

“Please, ma'am... no more... please... I will do as you ask...” I begged.

“Oh? So you have atoned for your insults so soon?” she asked rhetorically, “I think not!”

“Release her legs!” she ordered.

The soldiers dropped my legs; my toes were again barely touching the floor. The skin on my thighs and vagina burned as my legs came together.

The night elf again searched through the chest, pulling out a whip about 4 feet long.

“PLEASE!!! I will do anything you want... I swear it!!!” I pleaded.

“Yes... I know you will...” she hissed walking around to my right side.

She reared back and brought the whip down, lashing it across my breasts, the end of the whip wrapping around to my back.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!!!!” Gods, this was worse than Kelmane's belt. I think I started to lose consciousness.

She cracked the whip across my hips, leaving a red welt all the way around to my ass.

“GGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAASSEEEEE!!!” I screamed with a hoarse voice.

“Please! Oh Gods! You are killing me! Please, Ma'am!!! NOOOO!” I begged, as I saw her lift the whip again.

Crack! My stomach felt as it were on fire!

“GODS! OH GODS! HELP ME! Guh! Guh! Guh! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

One of the guards took a step forward. “Ma'am... you are going to kill her...” he said meekly.

“One more word and you are next!!!” she yelled, frightening him back in to silence.

Crack!

“Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh” I moaned as everything started to go black.

Crack! I saw the whip lash across my legs, but it was strange; like it was happening to someone else. I felt the pain, but it was as if I were numb and detached, watching a scene in a play.

Crack! Everything went black.

*****

I felt a splash of cold on my face. I woke up still hanging from the ceiling and immediately felt searing pain all over my body. I have no idea how long I was out, but the night elf and soldiers were still standing in front of me, so I assume it was only a few minutes. One of the soldiers had a pitcher in his hand. He must have splashed water in my face.

I looked down and was shocked to see dozens of red welts up and down my body, criss-crossing each other. She must have kept beating me long after I passed out. I could not move without severe pain.

“What... have you done to me...” I sobbed.

“I do not like to be scorned, girl.” the night elf said, “However, I am not completely heartless. Hold still.”

The night elf took a step back, raised both of her hands and started chanting strange words. They were unfamiliar to me and were in a language I had never heard.

She stood there for several seconds chanting, then suddenly both of her hands began to glow. It was a deep red glow. She seemed to be straining, almost in pain. I felt an odd sensation over my whole body. It was not a warmth exactly, more like, a… buzzing... tingling? I can't explain it.

I wasn't sure, but I seemed to be in less pain than before. I looked down at my body. Was I imagining things, or were the welts... fading?

She kept chanting for nearly a full minute. It was obvious now that the welts were fading and the pain was almost gone. Was she a healer?

She stopped chanting and dropped to her knees. One of the soldiers held her by the shoulders so she would not fall.

I was healed! The welts were gone, with nary a trace they were ever there. I felt completely normal again.

“Ma'am... you are a healer?” I asked.

“I am Madrian, High Cleric of Valindour.” she replied, standing back up and straightening her robe. “Now, the choice is yours. Do you intend to spurn me again?”

“I... I will do as you ask, Ma'am.” I said, looking away in shame.