The buzzing of flies filled the close-walled earthen chamber, swarming around the single lantern that illuminated the hollow from overhead. Its flame flickered, fueled by magic… it had never needed to be refueled the entire time it had hung there. It didn’t do much to light the dismal cavern though; Its modest brilliance didn't so much dispel the darkness as replace it with shadows and murk. It seemed more like a distant star than a comforting sun.
Nothing but a feeble curtain of tattered cloth separated this dank grotto from the greater caves… a feeble barrier that was easily brushed aside as a dragonspawn pushed through it and entered the pit. A single step was all that was required for him to sink ankle-deep into a layer of peaty, gunky mud that coated the floor. "Ugh... it stinks worse than Ghaunadaur's shithole in here," he groaned and hefted his scaled cock. With a single grunt, the dragonspawn started emptying his horse-sized bladder. It aimed straight towards something a less discerning eye would have presumed was a filthy rock protruding out of the mud… but he knew better.
Serina jerked slightly as the dragonspawn’s hot piss splashed off of her shoulder, hissing slightly as it did. The dragonspawn's bodies were infused with such internal heat that their piss was uncomfortably hot. "Nuuuh," the captive paladin mumbled incoherently.
"Hahahaha!" Pondus gutturally laughed. "There’s your face! Let’s make another donation to the mud!" he growled as he directed the stream towards the source of the woman’s grunt.
Serina was a beautiful woman… she had been described as angelic and elegant many times. There was nothing angelic or elegant about her now. The paladin’s figure was absolutely caked in dirt and far fouler stains; they utterly covered her previously moon-light skin in a patina of grime. Wherever the jet of urine dispelled enough of the filth to uncover her actual flesh underneath it barely looked less dark… beneath the grime, she was practically one big bruise. Serina's face was no exception. Even her previously snow-white hair showed only faint undertones of its previous fairness, stained almost black by the filth that surrounded her.
"What's the matter?" her tormentor insidiously asked. "Has the latrine girl finally become one with her surroundings?"
The dragonspawn piss splashed off of her head, landing right on a bulging bruise that swelled from her temple almost like a mound. The aasimar’s eyes sluggishly flickered open in response, her fair-colored pupils beaming bloodshot with utter exhaustion. Not even their pureness had avoided defilement… they were so bloodshot that it was hard to see their previously pure color. She sputtered as some of the acrid urine flowed down to touch her parched lips.
"What? A wyrm’s piss not good enough for you?" Pondus angrily growled.
For the briefest scintilla of time, the tiny bit of Serina’s former self that was left considered resisting. Battling back like a servant of Torm should. Next, for several longer seconds, she considered just lying back, pretending she was dead, hoping in vain that the dragonspawn would somehow bore of his torment and leave her alone. Then the facade crumbled, and she simply started sobbing.
The tears ran thick and uncontrollably. It was completely unbecoming of a Champion of Light like her, but she couldn’t help it. It was not higher thought or reason which had convinced her not to resist or to play dead… It was pure visceral misery and dread that had convinced her these options were folly. Defeatism. A learned instinct of inevitable failure and suffering.
Instead, the mud squished as Serina rose from the puddle. Her arms had been bound together behind her back for so long that she had lost all sensation within their muscles. As such, she was compelled to force her cramped legs to work, doubling them beneath her even as the stream of hot piss followed her face with every motion.
"That's it! That's our paladin dog!" Pondus heckled.
He chuckled even louder as Serina opened her mouth, letting the dragonspawn’s aurulent stream land in her mouth. The acrid urine splashed down the paladin's hoarse windpipe like a river, inundating her insides in his putrid fluids. Her eyes were wellsprings of misery… The woman's devotion to Torm had long since been broken alongside any semblance of honor or dignity. Yet she still coughed faintly, not being able to handle the monster’s piss’s wretched taste even after months of such torment.
Pondus wouldn’t accept that. If she wanted to avoid further punishment then Serina needed to do more… and she knew it. Without the dragonspawn needing to say a word Serina shuffled forward on her knees, keeping her lips apart like they were some sort of flood valve for draining rain. Reaching him, she closed her mouth around the fiend's blasting cock… connecting the raging river directly to her stomach. The aasimar didn't even stop chugging down the wastewater as she heard his taunting laughter… instead she drank piss from that dickhead like a baby from its mother’s teat.
"Yes. Show off. Be a good little fleshling latrine," he snarled.
The latrine. Serina's pit was a latrine. A place worse than any sewage or outhouse. And she — former Paladin of Torm, Adventurer, Hero, and would-be Dragonslayer — was a creature living within the latrine, offering its visitants functions tawdrier still. This was the place where Archleon's minions came to empty their bodies.
"You know… I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this,” Pondus mused as if this were a novel sensation and not something he had done a hundred times. “The mighty paladin… the Aasimar swordswoman. Now nothing but a pisspot for those she swore to slay.”
"Nnnnuuh," she feebly whimpered, still keeping her lips wrapped around his dick.
"Orcs. Hobgoblins. Gnolls. Trolls. A living sack of piss for each and every one of them," he cacklingly continued. "Hmmm... but that means you really should be smiling every time I enter, whore. I am Dragonspawn! Superior to all other lifeforms! Right now you're drinking the piss of a prince! It’s the highest station you can aspire to, is it not?"
The dragonspawn’s taunting wasn’t much of an exaggeration. It was impossible to tell time down here, but it had to have been months or maybe even years since Serina had last seen the sun. In all that time, she hadn’t even been allowed outside the confines of this stinking pit that formed her personal Tartarus more than a bare handful of times… and in that interim, it felt like the whole mountain’s worth of draconic minions had put her to shameful use.
She missed the comforting warmth of sunlight upon her filth-encrusted skin. She missed it like a half-forgotten memory... like an Edenic paradise lost and now yearned for with all of her heart. In all this uncounted time she hadn't eaten anything but sperm, piss, and shit besides the occasional scrap of meat or bread they tossed into the mud made of the same, the only feed the once-paladin deserved anymore.
"Uuuh! I hope you’re savoring this,” Pondus urged while stocking her stomach-sack as if it was a cistern. "It's the cleanest fluid you'll be allowed to drink all day. The lesser creatures have been rowdy recently… I think they're looking for something weak to abuse easily."
More silent tears leaked down Serena’s face at his words. The misery she experienced was undiluted in quality like that of a despondent child. Her repeated and thorough defilements had polluted her, turning her into something as corrupted as her surroundings until Serena felt every bit as wretched as the filth she knelt it. She was no longer a brilliant hero, a resplendent soul that had descended in all its fiery glory from the angelic heights above… now she was a soul neck-deep in torment, desperate to get out.
The dragonspawn's bladder finally emptied. He groaned in satisfaction, feeling unburdened, and soon it was merely a trickle that still flowed down Serina's neck. Only then did she release her mouth from around his cockhead, remnants of his piss oozing tawdrily down from her lips. She swallowed, gathering her voice. "My P-Prince, mighty spawn of Archleon—" she whispered as the dragonspawn shook out the last droplets of his urine onto her pleading face. "You deserve a urinal of high renown. Something worthy of your stature. A thing to separate you from the other of your kind. Having a personal aasimar for your exclusive use would do that. Please—"
Pondus started slapping his dick onto her face as if hitting an anvil, scattering residual urine in the process. He leered like a knave while ignoring her words.
"P-Please, Prince!” she continued pleading. “I could be that slave for you! Please, I promise that you will be satisfied with me. I won't just be your latrine… I'll do anything you say! I'll tongue your ass in the open and suck the scum straight from your balls whenever your cock gets hard. Please, my Prince… everyone will think even higher of you for having such an exotic slave exclusive to you, one that will do what you think! I'll... I'll even play it up! Make my halo glow brighter… make sure everyone can’t help but know that you're fucking—!"
Having cleaned up his cock, Pondus turned away from her, not persuaded by her begging. The Aasimar's pleas turned desperately pathetic as she babbled them out as quickly as she could. "No! Please, don’t go! Please, I'll do anything to get out of this place! Anything! Please Master just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it! I cannot take it anymore! Please! I’ll-”
Pondus stepped out of the muddy filth. Serina's heart started beating like mad as his clawed hand brushed aside the hanging curtain, and she babbled inanely, saying whatever degrading thought came to her mind in the hope of convincing him. Her utter inability to say anything — do anything — that would convince the dragonspawn otherwise overflooded her with despair. Then he stepped through the curtain and it swung back behind him, leaving her alone in the shadows cast by the solitary lantern… left in night-black despair as she considered what the coming hours would bring.
Her second visitor arrived fifteen minutes later. He was a lanky, mean-looking gnoll with shaggy fur and a single eye. The Jackal-faced monster growled at her with sharpened teeth, as if he were considering turning the filthy aasimar into a meal.
Serina didn't start begging for her life, however. She begged him to take her out of there. "Please! Take me out of these,” she pleaded. “Sure you could use a pack bitch of your own, couldn’t you? They’d let you share me with all your companions… or maybe you could keep me all for yourself! Please, Master Gn—"
The gnoll seized Serina by her neck like a pup and slammed her face-first into the mud. Half drowning, Serina was muscled into position, face down and ass up. No matter how besmirched, her well-shaped rump was now at an appealing height for the monster, and the lupine-faced beastman squatted behind her posterior while masturbating his canine cock to full erection.
"Brruggh!" she groaned exhuming her mouth from the muddy filth. "This isn't all I could do for you M—" she continued to beg as he pointed his vein-corded dick towards her ass. "Nnnuuuaaahhh!" she squealed as the brute muscled forward. His hardened cock skewered dead center between her cheeks, already defiled with the muck that surrounded her. Now, for the first - but not last - time today he aimed to make her insides as foul as her outsides.
The weight and pressure of his dick against her backdoor very swiftly overcame her sphincter’s resistance… not a hard feat, not anymore. Serina scarcely had the strength to clench her hole tightly at all anymore, having been assraped even more often than she had been used as a dumping ground for the horde. The one-eyed Gnoll alone had sodomized her at least a dozen times, dumped his sacks of slimy slippery sperm down her chute with every visit.
"Aaaaahhh!" she wailed within the one-lantern hollow. "Master! Your dick is the one I love the most!" she pathetically lied. "Please! Please take me as your pack-bitch! I would—"
With her anus wrenched open, the Gnoll shoved about half of his massive cock inside of her in a single thrust. It didn’t matter how often she had been used… that hurt. The aasimar’s world exploded in agony, the excruciating pain making her vision go black for a moment. Both her sphincter and the insides of her asshole were as bruised and blistered as the rest of her body, and they blazed with pain even worse now than they had when she was a virgin many months ago.
If the gnoll even noticed her sudden scream of pain, he showed no sign of it… the canine creature kept pushing forward until he had sheathed his fleshsword what felt like all the way to her navel… tunneling into it until it was made as hollow and cavernous as the caves of Archleon’s lair.
The conquered paladin kept sputtering out of her pleas between grunts of pain, and that must have annoyed him before the horny gnoll began to make the whole process worse for her. Instead of just fucking her straight on, he started rotating his hips with each thrust, causing his burrowed cock to gyrate and twist inside of her, pressing against the walls of her rectum like a bludgeon. The fallen swordswoman screamed with the pain, a scream that felt like it must have echoed all the way down to the Nine Hells. Her fingers dug into the grimy muck just the way her face did, clawing at it. Every rotation of the gnoll’s hips caused ripples of anguish across her mud-covered visage.
The sadistic result of his torment clearly amused the gnoll. His rubbery lips curved into a leer while the hound-like tongue lolled past its gums. He huffed out a series of coughing laughs and kept fucking her.
"Plleeeease! I promiiiise!" she kept futilely wailing.
Having toyed with his food, the gnoll resumed doing what he had come here to do. He started slapping his hips against her firm asscheeks, hammering her hole like he was trying to drive his cock all the way out of her mouth. Thrust after thrust after thrust struck home against the enslaved paladin, and her athletic rear took the vicious pounding, her cheeks rippling with every blow.
This was hell for Serina and quite the paradise for the rapacious wolfman. Her anal membrane was scraped with every thrust, burning with the friction of it. He was panting like a happy dog alongside every pump, clearly delighting in the physical stimulation her overstretched body brought him. The muck nastily squished and splashed about with every thrust, dragging her through it as he fucked her.
"Uuuuuh..." Serina wailed in misery. Her butthole had gone excruciatingly numb. It seemed like he was clobbering into an open wound rather than her rectum. She provided zero resistance to having her butthole viciously tenderized and beaten. After all that had been done to her, it was almost impossible for her to still think of herself as the paladin who had sworn never to give up the good fight, and not the stinking, dirty fuckdoll they could use at their will.
Her violator was being energized by the harsh rectal damage he inflicted. The lanky hunk started putting even more power into his thrusts, sending ripples drifting down the aasimar's entire figure whenever his pelvis connected. He clapped that well-punished rump as if banging a couple of drums, and Serina had no option but to suffer through the animalistic tryst.
This might have been hell… but it wasn’t an exceptional one. This was just a normal day for Serina now… Another rape. Another defilement. Serina suffered through the violation knowing intimately that it wasn't anything novel, anything new. It was merely one more example in an endless stack of interchangeable miseries, another besmirchment of her pride and dignity, another person come to this chthonic pit who wished to punish her holes.
The Gnoll lurched forward, aiming to penetrate her to the furthest extent possible. It wasn’t merely to stimulate his own erection either… he wanted to defile the former hero who had dared to try to assassinate his master and God. It was just a miserable coincidence that pleasing that engorged canine cockhead was the only thing Serina could do which could end her torment. Soon, the bestial man would cum inside the fallen paladin’s asshole, and not-so-small a part of her was looking forward to it.
"Please please please, take me from here, I'll do anything—!" she thoughtlessly bellowed.
The gnoll howled, his face tilted towards the sole overhanging lantern while he pumped rapidly. In doing so, he tauntingly drowned out her heartfelt outcry. Serina wasn't going to escape this hellhole on his account — nor receive even an iota of mercy.
"No I promise, I can- I will serve, you- I- please!" she mindlessly babbled as he orgasmed like all others had before him.
His balls contracted, and then the exodus of his jizz began. His issue swirled through her battered shitpipe with the force of a raging flood, stinging against the many blisters and bruises lining her rectal walls. The beastman kept his satisfied manhood hilted throughout the entire orgasm, dumping his load inside as if it, too, was a toilet… one made for his spunk.
Serina's expression was like something struck. She was made even fouler, semi-drowned within the piss-infested muck… but this wasn’t even what most brought her to despair. It was that the one-eyed Gnoll wouldn't accept her as a slave. That she was too worthless to appeal to him and have enough value for him to take her from this place. That she would have to stay here even longer. She would remain in the latrine surrounded by stony walls containing only endless misery and pain.
"Pack-bitch. Please… please, make me your pack-bitch," she whimpered even as the gnoll unplugged her asshole for possibly the twelfth or thirteenth time. He left the muck and headed for the door as excess jackal-jizz oozed from her rear and leaked out into the latrine proper. Serina had failed again. The only thing the monsters wanted from a woman like her was the one thing she couldn’t give them. That truth tore her up from within. She... She couldn't take this. She had to get out. She had to escape this miserable hollow, no matter what.
“Hmggf! Hmmgh! Umghhh!” Serina crassly groaned as thick, warted cock sawed into her throat.
Her tenth visitors for the day were a couple of hobgoblins. They were grotesque exemplars of their race, even by the standards of the rest of Archleon's hordes. Both were pot-bellied and short-statured, stout and ogre-mouthed, copper-skinned and practically warthog-faced. Their morals were even uglier than their features and both mocked Serina while plundering her face, spitting on her even as she was throat-raped.
“Suck you smoothskinned bitch!“ the second one jeered. “Suck, and we might have you taken out of here on a little leash like a good little angel slut.“
This wasn't the first time one of the monsters had taunted her with this promise of release… especially not a hobgoblin. These creatures were devilish in their intelligence and sadistic as they came, and they knew just where to stab to make it hurt. Despite that, Serina couldn't resist going after the bait. She had to pursue the tiny glimmer of hope, no matter how unlikely it seemed. Desperately, she sealed her parched cracked lips over that rod as it back and forth, snuggly squeezing it in her mouth to better masturbate his dick.
It was easier said than done. The hobgoblin was pummeling into her mouth with superhuman zest. The hulking goblinoid was spurred into some kind of stabbing fit, frenziedly clobbering his knob against her gorge, palate, and tongue. It made the blowjob an absolute madcap affair, and Serina often lost her contact between lips and his dick, losing suction and letting the spit and precum leak out to drench her breasts. Were he not holding the back of her skull, Serina might have gone flying backward onto her ass.
“I said suck better, you planar scum!“ the secondary hobgoblin howled. “Or maybe you want to remain down here in the mud?“ He laughed. “Is that it? Is that where you belong?”
His threats hounded Serina with terror. Immediately she sought back out the dick she had lost her grip on, stuffing it into her throat so that it wouldn’t escape. The hobgoblins both laughed maliciously, like a pair of gloating monsters as they watched her humiliate herself. Their ribcages would bob from how ferociously they laughed at her, watching a highborn aasimar paladin trying so desperately to swallow one of their cocks.
“Unngh! Hmmgghf! Ummfffgh!“ she kept squealing, her throat protesting every plunge. The way dry and chapped lips stung and bled as their rough cocks sawed across her sore skin was agonizing… Yet no matter how obedient she was, this was still a pummeling, not a cocksucking. The hobgoblin didn't want to get his dick sucked. He wanted to use his dick to beat up something weaker than himself.
“Euuh! Take this, you insipid bitch!“ the skewering male groaned. “Don't think you're able to trick me as easily as my comrade over here. We all know you only turn into a proper little blowjob whore when the dragonspawn are around. Fancy smoothskin pisspots like you aasimars think you're too good for us!”
Their words sent Serina into a state of near panic. She couldn’t let them think that… she couldn’t have them disregard her! If there was even a chance of getting them to take her from here, she had to grasp at it. She turned her eyes upward, looking up into his eyes with the sweetest, most submissive expression she could manage. It wasn't easy being pleasant towards such grotesque, leering, misbegotten monsters… but it still didn’t satisfy the hobgoblin. They merely wanted to see the paladin primed for when he was going to start invading her windpipe.
“Go on, bitch. Earn my love,“ he croaked, burrowing his meaty dick further in.
Kneeling in the mud, Serina's throat convulsed around the foul flesh sword. Despite the pain she did everything she could to keep her face down on his groin, not let go of him. She fought ferociously for their approval even while most of her knew that they would never grant her the mercy she desired. The secondary hobgoblin spat right between her eyes as it happened, as if the once piquant paladin needed to be reminded of what filth she had become.
"Ughh… her throat is a tight fit!" the growling hobgoblin gloated. "But not tight enough! Come on slut; I know your kind can get even tighter for the dragonspawn. Show us how a latrine can truly love“
Serina, the paladin of Torm, wallowed in her disgrace as she did everything she could to turn herself into a masturbation tool for the hobgoblins. The pole thundering down into her stomach dominated her utterly. Satisfying the manhoods of goblinoids was a long way to fall for someone who had once worn the laurels of glory, yet she couldn’t let that concern her right now… Serina could focus on nothing but the urgency of escaping this pit into an even slightly lesser torment.
"You're not screwing the whore hard enough!" the second hobgoblin complained. He pulled on the back of Serina’s skull by the hair, and with a loud, suction-breaking pop, her mouth was uncorked by his comrade’s manhood. Instead, she was yanked over to his own male dagger. Before she even had time to gasp for air, her throat was once again plugged by an even larger and more disgusting cock.
"You can't simply ask to be sucked off like the dragonspawn," he complained. "You’ll never get the service you deserve that like. You have to show these shit-stained, uppity whores who's in charge around here!” he snarled and began slamming his manhood down Serina's neck with concentrated anger, fucking her hard enough that his pelvis repeatedly bashed against her face. The experience of being facefucked this hard was miserable… it was like the hobgoblin was trying to break her skull by using his hips as a hammer. The paladin’s blue eyes were wellsprings of misery, tears leaking down from them as her previous violator stood by, furiously stroking his rod and grinning viciously as he watched her suffer.
"You think you're going to be rescued?" the hobgoblin jeered while approaching orgasm. "You want to be somebody's slave? Why would we ever allow that to happen? You're so much more fun down here."
Serina's spirit felt just as filthy as the obscene mud that surrounded her. Once again, her torment would not result in liberation… only more unrewarded hurt. Yet even having heard what the misbegotten halfbreed said, she kept yearning for emancipation, longing idiotically that somehow she might change the monster’s mind… because what else did she even have to hope for? That was the only thing that drove her to keep going within this pit.
"Huuuaah!!" the hobgoblin brusquely groaned and his cock jerked, spewing forth his tacky, slimy sperm.
Serina's flustered cheek puffed outwards as her mouth was blasted full of cum. This content was a mere blowback volume… the majority of the hobgoblin's jism had been jettisoned directly down into her stomach. Only that which couldn’t fit down fast enough ascended her neck instead, and some of the foul, whitish scum even spurted out from her nostrils like tacky snot. Goblinoid sperm was possibly the most ill-tasting seed of all, and being inundated in its flavor was like drinking poison… but even doing so every day would be better than drowning in piss.
The masturbating hobgoblin, not to be left out, unloaded an ejaculation of his own. Streams of his gunky seed shot from his pisshole onto her bruised face, lumpy ropes laying heavy over her already defiled features like a tacky splatter onto the patina of facial grime. Serina was striped from forehead to chin, temple to cheek, brows to nostrils. The paladin suffered in utter misery while being hosed in hobgoblin cocksnot.
"Hahaha! Take a couple more of these and you'll be as pale as you used to be!” the malevolent fiend laughed.
Serina didn't want to be white-skinned again… she didn’t care. She merely wished to escape, under any condition. Spirited away by a master no matter how sadistic. The amount of pain she had endured was incommensurable… How could she have collected so much torment?
How could she have been so foolish as to try to slay a dragon?
Many more malefactors came and went as the day dragged on. Barbarous bugbears fur-clad and ill-tempered. Short-statured goblins pointy nosed and evil-minded. There were even some duergar and deep gnomes, sallow-skinned from their eternally subterranean living. Serina's ragged-curtained hovel was open for any black-hearted villain who wanted to drain their bladder or empty their balls. She had been taken from a holy exemplar of virtue to a tawdry piss pot.
The monotony of it all was almost as numbing to Serina's senses as all of the fucking and pain. Living in this dump, she was not permitted any cleaning, let alone any healing. Her holy powers and prayers were only to be put to equally lascivious purposes as her body was. The only things she was allowed to lay her hands on and restore were her rapist’s spent cocks. Whenever a male had cummed so copiously his dick lost all vigor, Serina was occasionally ordered to heal it stiff. That way, the misbegotten thrall could continue raping her past his natural point. The paladin always thanked her rapist for continuing to pay her attention with a smile, hoping it might inspire one of them see the use in keeping her.
More often than naught they responded with a slap to the face.
The ragged curtain through which her chains would not let her reach beyond was brushed aside once more, and Pondus entered, finding Serina lying as motionless as a stone in the pile of mud. His reappearance caught her attention… the dragonspawn was back, so soon? Part of her hoped that maybe this meant he had reconsidered taking her from this place, finally… but a more realistic part of her began to swell with dread. More likely, his return was a sign of something awful to come.
Regardless, she also remembered what he had said earlier about smiling. The defeated Paladin drew him a feeble, ingratiating, fawnish sight of her teeth. “Welcome back, mast-,” she started.
"Do I have a treat for you today, filth girl," he imperiously chuckled, interrupting her as he slapped his scaled belly. Serina looked towards his red-scaled cock, yet found it soft… and that could only mean one thing. Her stomach turned even before the dragonspawn did, leaning forward and raising his tail to confront her with his scaled arse, and exposing his rear.
"Your prince needs a cleaning, aasimar,” he mockingly cackled. "So get your worthless tongue over here! New adventurers arrived today, and I got a chance to devour a halfling… and they aren’t settling well in my stomach. You’re going to make my digestion all comfortable again.”
Nearly weeping, Serina crawled forth through the mud. She reached for those lamella buttocks and pushed the weighty mounds apart with some difficulty. This divulged the full sight of the dragonspawn’s ass, and the paladin stared down that closed sphincter headlong like it was the eye of a cyclops, unblinking in its gaze. Though fleshier than most of his body, the rim of his ass was still harder than any human’s.
"Remember… this adventurer might have been able to save you, if they were able to reach you down here,” Pondus jeered as he peered over his shoulder. “Instead, they died, begging for someone like you to save them. I figure that’s the sort of detail a paladin would appreciate.”
Serina’s thoughts, however, were not concerned with righteous smiting. She wished they were, but they weren’t. On the contrary, her desperation made her think of this unseemly situation as a possible opportunity to gain her hateful master’s favor. If she did a good enough job, then just maybe he might…
Desperate, Serina leaned forward, her breath hitching as she prepared herself for the foul task. She extended her tongue and pressed it against the hardened rim of Pondus's asshole, feeling the rough texture scrape against her sensitive flesh. With a deep, shuddering breath, she pushed her tongue as far up his rear as possible, licking with an intensity born of both dread and hope.
The taste was unbelievably foul, an acrid mixture of things she did not want to think about that made her gag reflex threaten to overpower her resolve. But she forced herself to swallow down the convulsions, trying to convince herself that this was a good thing. If no one else would be willing to do something this subservient, this degrading and worthless, then maybe—just maybe—the dragonspawn would consider her worthy of him after all.
Pondus chuckled darkly, his tail lowering over the back of her head, helping to hold her in place as she continued her degrading task. "That’s it, filthgirl," he taunted. "Still adventuring into dungeons, are you? Well good, go ahead, this is a far more suitable passage for your kind to explore anyhow." His laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound both mocking and menacing.
Serina licked, lapped, and sucked zealously, never ceasing in having her nose burrowed against that taint. She allowed her concerns to hound her onwards during the rimjob, to motivate her like a whip. The swordswoman didn't even attempt to retain self-control. Pondus had shown nothing but loathing towards her, and now she was one with his asshole. She had gone from a holy woman known for her kindness and bravery to something which was desperately licking the ass of a creature that despised her for a mercy that she hadn’t even been promised.
Serina’s mind raced, searching for any way to turn this humiliation into something useful. Desperately, she reached into her dwindling reserves of holy power, feeling the blessed energy course through her being. She channeled it through her tongue, focusing on healing the upset stomach she knew Pondus spoke of. It was a blessing that had been bestowed upon her as a paladin. It couldn't serve her well in combat anymore, but it could - perhaps - help her please her master and earn his mercy.
Her tongue glowed faintly as the healing energy flowed into Pondus, mingling with the vile fluid in his bowels. She hoped that it would soothe his discomfort, easing the turmoil in his stomach and, with it, some small measure of his brutality towards her. Her eyes fluttered closed, not out of disgust or fear, but in concentration as she poured more of herself into him.
With newfound determination, Serina redoubled her efforts, her tongue dancing over his asshole with renewed vigor as she prayed silently to Torm if her god was even willing to hear the thoughts of one who had fallen as far as she had, begging for guidance and strength in this unholy act.
As a dragonspawn, Pondus's digestive system was heated like a forge. Serina could feel the heat from inside him. It mocked her with memories of the sun. The reminder redoubled Serina's already inconsiderable suffering — turning her festered emotional wound acute.
"Gnnnnuh!" he groaned in a slow longwinded croak. "By the Nine Hells, I wish the halfling could see you now, Serina. Did you know he was calling for a savior, right until the end? Right until I ate him. I think he would have wept to see how long such a potential savior could have sunk."
Serina's misery was overwhelming… it felt like being choked by her pathetic sadness. Fresh tears emerged as she continued to lick. It was time for her to start begging again. Right while she attended his backdoor. This one had to be it. She had to succeed. She had to promise him... everything.
"Master... Prince... there is… so much more… I could do for you," the aasimar mumbled in between licks. She tried to make her voice as seductive as possible… channel the words like she was speaking to her friends, and wanted them to be comfortable. She imagined Narinya for a second, and her tears flooded even harder before she banished that thought… but the memories still empowered her words with things she wished she could have said.
"Oh yes? Like what?" he gruffly barked.
"I... I am a member of a Paladin Order," she continued. "The Fist of Torm. I could… I could lure others of my order here, into a trap for you. You wouldn’t have to settle for just a single paladin for your cocksleeve… you could have a whole score of us if you wish. I would be proud to help teach the abbess of my order the proper way to worship your cock, my Prince. You would have a whole orgy of self-righteous who—"
"Yeah, what else?" he brusquely remarked while hunched over.
"I... I could hurt them for your entertainment," she added. "Punish them if they displeased you. Smash them with whips and flails upon the white-skinned breasts — or their buttocks, if you prefer! It could do it for your entertainment… it would be amusing to you, I promise! Much more amusing than I am, here and now. My sisters in the Order are very virtuous, and none of them know anything of my defilement! Their shock and surprise would... would... this could happen while the Abbess is eating out your shithole like I'm doing now! Yes, Prince, Wouldn't that—"
"You'll need more than that, filth," Pondus pressed. “What about your companions.”
Serina couldn’t quite contain her shock. "I- They still live?” she asked, taken by surprise… but she couldn’t fail. “Them as well, master!” she forced out breathlessly as she continued licking. "I was their leader! They trusted me! They can suck every asshole in the dungeon! Think how they'd react to seeing me reduced to nothing but your—"
"You're getting desperate," the dragonspawn chuckled like a hyena.
He was toying with her. Cajoling her into further fits of iniquitous suggestions. Serina felt him pulling on her soul. Dragging her deeper and deeper into damnation like an anchor was tied to it. She was down to the marrow of her despair. To a place where... the suggestions were no longer suggestions.
They were the truth.
Serina would do it. She would do and give him everything to get out of this sordid little cave. It didn’t matter who she had to betray or how much she damned herself. She had resisted as long as she could, but she was too weak. Serina recognized this failure in herself... and her soul bled whatever little of it was left that might have once been considered holy.
"I'll do anything, master! Hurt anyone!" she screeched with her mouth so woefully mushed against that plate-fleshed anus her words became distorted. "Please, my Prince… I want nothing more than to serve you and make you happy! I'll do anything!!!"
"Anything?" he asked.
"ANYTHIIIING!" she screeched with a face-full of his ass. "I’d do anything, with all of my heart!”
The dragonspawn moved, straightened up, and turned back around. He moved with speed for one so large, and before Serina could respond, he reached down into the muck and clasped not her sex, but her ankle. With a mighty heave, he hauled upwards — lifting her out of the puddle and making her dangle upside-down. Serina hung there like a fish hooked through the tailfin, helplessly swaying back and forth while residual muck dripped off her like water.
"Then it’s time to see how truthful you are!” he hissed, opening his fist… and slamming it down right between her legs.
The dragonspawn struck down hard. His massive clawed hand slashed down against her vulva… but it never made contact. A glistening, shiny golden seal materialized over her pussy the moment he hit home. He had struck her groin hard enough that her chastity was imperiled by it, and the sacred veil protecting it flared to life, lighting up the shadows of her hollow more thoroughly than the overhanging lantern ever could.
Serina screeched in both pain and despair. “It’s not true…” she pled hopelessly. “I will do anything, I will, I will!”
"Well, well, well, what have were here?" Pondus spoke like a displeased ogre. "So much surrendering anything, you lying slut! Even after all our fun, you’re still too haughty to give me your womb?"
Panic flooded Serina like wildfire. She shook about and squirmed like a prisoner completely out of it. "Nooooooo!!!" she woefully wailed as he kept slapping at her cunt, over and over again, in his quest to prove his point.
"You know what I want from you,” Pondus venomously hissed. "The Master has given up on you, but I haven’t. There is only one thing you can offer me that I care about… putting my child in you. There isn’t a single worthwhile thing about you, paladin, save for this sacred twat between your arrogant legs!”
"Please, master, please!” she begged desperately. "I want to give it to you! I swear I do! It just… it just won’t go away! I swear I want it to, bu-”
"Not good enough!" Pondus roared.
The Paladin's whole body was struck by the cold as if he had just tossed her into a glacier. He still wasn’t going to go for it… all because of her stupid vow. She cursed the day she had become a paladin… this oath had brought her nothing but heartache and sadness, both now and in the past. She couldn’t simply get rid of the protection sealing her virtue, however… no more than she could compel her heart to stop beating. Serina had heard dreadful, forbidden tales of maidenhood seal's failing, yes. But that only supposedly happened when... when...
When the last spark of hope and faith had been torn from the paladin’s soul. Only then, when they had given up completely, would their oath be abandoned.
Despite everything, despite every attempt she had made to convince herself of it… Serina still hadn’t given up.
"You worthless bitch!" he snarled, slapping his hand down on her bright shining cunt over and over and over again. Just because he couldn’t touch it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt… it was agonizing, and she couldn’t stop screaming. The pain mounted until she couldn’t even think anymore.
Her head rang as Pondus dropped her, straight down. The paladin impacted with a messy, muddy splash, and before she was even able to get her head out of the mud the dragonspawn had grasped her by the hips. This handhold she by now recognized on an instinctual level, like an animal. Her exhausted asshole blazed with predictive hurt before he had even plunged in. "Wearing a veil over your cunt only means your other holes get it worse!" he growled as he skewered her well-fucked ass, invading it even more violently than any of the others had.
"Hwwwoouuuhhh!" the paladin shrieked, her mouth still cluttered with mud.
"I will have your holy cunt you sacred skank… no matter what!" Pondus snarled as he slamfucked her rear, abusing the tunnel so harshly her maidenhood continued its protective glow at the impact of his balls against it. "One day, it will be mine… one day, you’ll have finally learned that you're nothing more than my fuckdoll. And until that day, you suffer, you filthy bitch… good for nothing but this latrine. Aren’t you overjoyed to hear that?"
Serina screamed with horror in ways no knight, let alone a paladin, was ever supposed to do.
"Fear not, holy one… I’m not completely a cruel master,” the self-styled prince of the dragon’s domain said, nearly cackling in his reptilian hissing. “I'll help you get away from this latrine. I know just how to aid your journey down to rock bottom…”
The dragonspawn reached upwards with his strong arm, grabbing at the overhanging lantern that buzzed with flying insects, attracted to the latrine and the light. He seized it, bringing it down as he continued rutting the paladin's asshole. Serina watched, confused, as he brought it down close to her haggard face…
And let her see inside.
The lantern was no mere lantern. It was… it was like a small, cruel prison sized to a pixie. The bars of the tiny cage were filled with flies and other unsightly insects, but half-submerged in their bodies and gunk there was a figure held inside it, like a doll in a dollhouse. The figure had slender, elfin features like children might prefer in their toys… but this doll-sized toy was still moving. Wriggling in place within the pile of insects… her befouled body lit up by the fire of the lantern’s magical cantrip. That was no doll inside. It was…!
"NIRANYA!!!" Serina screamed in abject terror.
Niranya watched Serina's mouth open like a great chasm in the Earth as she screamed. The cry bellowing from her mouth whipped her like a gale, sending the flames in her prison flickering backward. To the elven sorceress, however, this was not a horrific vision… not in the slightest. Her own imprisonment within Archleon's domain had inured her to all horrors save those so extreme that they were unfathomable and incommensurable to mortal minds. Being made this small, she had shrunk past mundanity and into a world of monsters.
The buzzing insects seemed to be more agitated by Serina's cry than they were frightened… they swarmed her position, crowding around her like a ravenous horde at mealtime as if they blamed Niranya for the loud noises and the disruption to their routine. Even now, their death-black, compound-eyed, membrane-winged, bristle-furred, and spindly-legged bodies inspired an insurmountable alien dread within the sorceress. Their protruding mouthparts quivered and fidgeted about slimy as if slaveringly hungry.
Niranya knew what was coming… it was nothing new.
Niranya's path to living in the latrine for months in this lantern had been just as longwinded and torturous as Serina’s had been. After her initial capture, the elf had been dragged down into the darkness by Pondus and the dragonspawn, turning into their prize and plaything. Just as Serina had been robbed of her sacred paladin grace, the high elf spellcaster had been robbed of her arcane powers. During her very first gangrape, the monsters had broken her fingers just like he had broken her quarterstaff, turning them into crooked and misshapen things incapable of completing a somatic component. They hadn’t been permitted to heal right, and now they were twisted like a tree grown wrong, useless and painful.
Ever since that, Niranya had been helpless to tap into Mystra's weave. For a sorceress like her, being separated from the supernatural was like being divorced from one's soul. For Pondus, however, this impairment had never been enough. Though the dragonspawn was an arcane powerhouse of pure magic, he hated that she had it… that the dragon blood somewhere in her distant background meant that she was stealing his heritage from him. The blackhearted monster wanted to make sure there was no conceivable way she could ever cast a spell or master a ritual again... and he accomplished this with a level of bluntness a Witchhunter would have considered extreme.
Even now, Niranya's tongue burned with pain merely from recollecting the memory. The monster had pierced it so viciously that she had become unable even to articulate words properly since then. With torturous iron pliers, they snatched that muscle, pulled it out of her mouth, and drove nails through it as if it were being crucified. Niranya would even rather have had her ears clipped the pain was so bad.
Yet it wasn't even this mutilation that had wounded her the most. Afterward, when the perforation was complete, a thin flute-like string of steel had been inserted through the opening and pulled down to her equally pierced nipples. This cord had been wrapped tightly through her teats, connecting the two buds with her tongue in the shape of a triangle. The string was kept taut so that each point was pressed towards the other and constantly under pressure… keeping Niranya's tongue sticking out and curving down her chin while her sensitive nipples were tugged upwards at all times, held against gravity by the pressure on her tongue.
This mutilation was unbearable for the elf even during quiet moments… but naturally, there weren’t many of those, and it became far worse when the dragonspawn raped her. Whenever she was coaxed to scream, the pressure that agony placed on her tongue and nipples became so hellish each appendage seemed liable to be ripped from her body at any time. As such, even though cumbersome scaled cocks raided into her scratched-up pussy, she had to summon all her willpower not to scream, or her suffering would get worse still. That was a feat that Niranya had spent months trying to get good at, and never shown any proficiency in - She lost virtually every battle against her pain when the monsters began pumping and pummeling between her outstretched elven legs.
"Go on, witch! Cast your magic! Stop us!" they would always mock before ramming their draconic shafts inside of her. The monsters derided every attempt to scream as her trying to cast a murderous spell. Every such act of "resistance" needed to be punished so that she would cease. The dragonspawn had made a game of it, seeing which of them could make her scream out her “spells” the loudest. They had gotten good at it, too. Niranya's delicate elven lungs could only scream so loud before maxing out. Elves were made for producing sonorous, musical sounds… not raw bestial bellowing.
Their contest hadn’t gone on for very many days, anyway. The dragonspawn less proficient in making her scream soon discovered a cheat. The only thing they needed to do to make her bellow uncontrollably was tug at the cords connecting her sensitive spots. Just one tug was enough - as the sorceress’s nipples and tongue were pulled so hard that Niranya could have sworn that they touched.
Discovering a cheat at their game quickly made her somewhat boring to the monsters. That, combined with the realization that their initial rape of her while burning hot had damaged her womb badly enough that she would bear them no children, meant that she quickly ceased being novel as a sex toy. The rapacious dragonspawn rather quickly drifted on to other victims after that. Wrecked by the torment Niranya had been so buzzed with pain she hadn't even been able to celebrate the relative calm while it lasted… because just as soon as she had recovered enough to begin to appreciate the temperate respite, it had ended.
Niranya still remembered... like an elder might still remember a nightmare from their youth... the day it happened. Pondus had entered her chamber. He grinned from ear to ear revealing a whole fanged maw’s worth of dagger-sharp teeth. Yet unlike normal, the dragonspawn Prince wasn't preparing his cock. This time, he looked at her less like a rapist looks at his victim, and more like a necromancer might look at the corpse he was about to dissect.
He had enchanted her then, diminishing her, turning her into something small enough to fit into this caged lantern, trapped within a prison of enchanted steel. It had made her blackout, and when she next came to, she was hanging inside the filthy waste cave, looking down at the mess from far overhead… and seeing the most beautiful woman she’d ever known despoiled by Pondus and his horde. She had screamed and wailed and tried to convince herself that it wasn’t so, that Serina had escaped… but over time, she grew to accept that what she saw was real. That it truly was Serina she was watching be raped within a puddle of filth and piss.
Thoughts of the paladin's safety were hard to keep foremost on Niranya’s mind, however… she had her own concerns. The heat of the lantern cage was uncomfortable, and for a time she was afraid that Pondus’s sorcery would burn her to death, but with time she found that was not the case. When she figured out why though, Niranya wished that she had been scorched away to ashes. They were stealing her magic, using her own potential to keep the blaze going…
To keep it shining like a lighthouse in the dark.
The first thing Niranya had heard to warn her was the buzzing.
Here in the latrine, attracted by the filth and the sorcery all around, there were horrible insects the likes of which she had never seen before… and they were drawn to the light of her flame as moths would be. Assailed by sudden terrors, Niranya looked from the left and to the right, yet no matter where she looked she only saw swift-moving shadows out in the darkness, seeming to move much faster down at this size than they ever had when she was at her normal scale. Then the chitinous monstrosities braved the cage of her lamp, and Niranya knew her true horror.
More than any of her companions, Niranya understood that any dragon was a creature composed of pure sorcery, and that power manifested in ways beyond the obvious. It permeated his entire lair, mutating everyone that lingered for long like they were bathing in corrupting poison. Most of the creatures here were descended from the dragon’s children, true, but even those that were not became more like him… smarter, more aggressive, more rapacious. The magic changed them.
Niranya just had never thought about the fact that the insects that lived here would be similarly affected… or that the effects of the corrupting sorcery would be amplified on smaller beings.
As an elf, Niranya could live for a thousand years or more… but if she lived for ten thousand, she would never forget a single detail of her first sight of the horrendous winged monsters. Down at this scale, their sheer monstrosity nearly stopped her heart. They might have once been mere flies, but time and magic had changed them. Some of them had tails. Some of them had multiple heads. Some of them had crab-like pincers and slicing mandibles. None of them looked natural. All of them looked horrible.
The shrunken elf’s throat became a hollow, dry thing, completely void of air, and the hair of her body stood up shock straight as she stared into the bulbous, pupil-less eyes staring back at her. Each of those eyes was nearly the size of her head, and their transparent wings buzzed with excitement and they approached towards her, filled with a hunger that the elf feared was not for flesh… at least, not to the consuming of flesh. Niranya spotted members engorged and jutting solid from their lowermost, cocoon-shaped torsos… ones meant for the laying of eggs. Niranya would be raped by creatures beyond the scope of horror of what even Serina endured.
Then, having been struck petrified with horror, the floodgates of her terror opened. Niranya screamed, screamed with all the power of her battered soul as she pulled against the chains of the lantern. She screamed so loud she thought her nipples would rip right off, and it hurt… but that apogee of torment was soon to become nothing but a distant, faded memory among many others. One mere book within a library of hurt containing tomes not even the pain-masters of Thay or the Drow cities of the Underdark could fathom.
Despite the gulf in nature between the magically mutated insects and the true minions of the dragon, the monsters knew how to fuck as well as any of the rest of his horde. The first among them immediately piled in behind her, his stiff hair brushing her as he mounted her. Outstretched by her chains in something like an X, the monsters would have to rape Niranya standing… but the obligation didn’t seem to bother them.
She wailed in despair as the first insect’s cockhead rammed up against her womanhood. Even after having been ravaged and outstretched by innumerable of Archelon’s children, that organ made for a difficult fit within her shrunken pussy. It seemed that Pondus had deliberately made her small enough for the flies to be like great hounds or ponies in comparison. He had to squeeze as if stabbing through her skin in order to puncture her pussy. "HHHHWWWOOOOOO!!!" Niranya exclaimed, feeling the spindly legs clutch around her figure at multiple intervals. They hooked around hips, breasts, shoulders, and even the crook of the elf’s knee for leverage. The mutated bug was essentially affixed to her body while barged into her.
The mutilated sorceress learned a fact about these insects then that would soon make her miss the dragonspawn's harsh chaffing scales. Despite the chitin that armored their forms, the big-eyed abominations were still furred with bristles. Even around the shaft of his night-black cock these sizable whiskers stand out. The hair was eminently tough but also sharp. The sensation of becoming enveloped in their hirsute embrace was like being stabbed by hundreds of needles at once.
"NOT ME! NOT ME! NNNIIIIEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed as the hard-burrowing dickhead at last punctured into her quim. Her widely-stretched folds transformed into a receptacle for the alien cock… it smashed through her more like a sword than a penis, punching all the way to the womb in one throttle. Niranya would feel its bent bristles poking against the sides of her vagina from moment one. As soon as he started fucking her, she could also feel them scrapping against her sex worse than the dragonspawn's scales ever did. There was a strange drag to them, but also a piercing pressure. Those bristles naturally wanted to stand straight. Being confined within her cunt meant they were always pushing against her erogenous tissue in their efforts to straighten once more.
The magical fly commenced fucking her in a manner similar to how a dog would, but somehow even more unremitting, even more unrelenting. These simple insects were nearly the most primitive of all life, but they were even more primitive in how they fucked, slamming her pussy from behind so hard that she feared her arms might be ripped from their sockets. Then, chained in the heat and still seeing Serina before her, Niranya lost the last shred of her doubt that there was any horror that this place could not worsen.
"GGGGGUUUUUUHHHHH!!!" she shrieked, pierced tongue lolling from her mouth. Because of the body-covering bristles, Niranya was stabbed by them repeatedly whenever the arthropod plunged forward. Niranya's naked flesh not only stung as if being prickled by thorns from this. The sensation was also like having an army of hairy tarantulas continuously crawling across her hide and up into her pussy. It triggered the elf’s most primal instincts of fear and apprehension, filling her with a reflexive, disgusted need to get away somewhere, anywhere… but she had even fewer places she could flee than Serina had.
Throughout it all, Niranya's vision was still directed outwards, able to look down towards the paladin caught in her own horrific rape. She watched that woman she loved more than anything naked and being violated, and she almost felt... jealous. The aasimar's defilement was so mundane compared to hers. She only had to contend with a crimson-colored, dragonscaled cock plundering out her asshole, and another doing the same to her mouth.
Niranya, however, was violated by beings previously thought inconsequential and now proved eldritch and monstrous. When she screamed, Serina couldn't hear. Yet when Serina screamed it boomed within her eardrums… the gods paying attention to her torment, as they ignored Niranya’s. The unfairness of it all played upon the elf’s horror like dread would do to a child… consuming her utterly. Why couldn’t she be the one being raped once again by the dragonspawn? Wasn’t she good enough? Why did she have to suffer the blazing torment of mutated insects pumping their alien cock into her cunt?
"Serina! Serina! SERIIINNNNAAAAA!!!" she screeched as powerfully as she could. “Save me!” She screamed and screamed… but no one heard. She was so small, so weak, that her pathetic cries didn’t even reach the rock-bound walls to echo from them. The aasimar was none the wiser to her companion being here and suffering, consumed by the misery of her own rape. Completely ignorant of what was happening just over her head.
The fly's wings buzzed. Once, twice, then a third time. They started fluttering at superhuman speeds every time he plunged his bristles phallus into Niranya's pleasurable, tightly squeezing hole. She didn’t know it yet, but the sorceress’s situation was about to become all the more horrid.
The fly's cock was not a cock. Though virtually identically in appearance to what elves and humans used, it was of another character altogether… not a dick, but an ovipositor. The rod served to deliver the creature's eggs into a proper host, and the wings buzzing with excitement meant that he was getting ready to deposit. Spit dolled from the fly's mouth down onto her shoulders.
Niranya first noticed the phenomena as a spike of pain deep in her cunt… horrible, but hardly a unique or novel experience for the well-raped elf. She almost dismissed it as a freak occurrence before she felt the burst of pain a second time. "Wh-What? What is happe—?" she babbled with lower-jaw quaking. Then the first egg entered the ovipositor proper, and the shuddering spasm in his dick transformed into a bulge traveling down its shaft. The outermost folds of her pussy hugged that area, distending as if clutched by the claws of a demon and torn open.
"EEEYYYAAAAHHHHH!!!" She screeched so loudly it seemed impossible the dragonspawn and paladin down below wouldn't have noticed… but, no one looked up, not even as the bulge started traveling inwards. When it went, it transported the pain along with it, and the further it went the more intolerable the sensation became, inflating reaches of her body that were never meant to be stretched that far. What's more, the high elf could feel that orb-like object pulsating and trembling warmly as it shook with virile energies.
What was happening wasn’t lost on the other black-armored flies. All around her, the spindly-legged and bristle-bodied insects buzzed hyperactively as if celebrating the impregnation of their prey. The expansion of their clan. It didn’t matter to these creatures that her womb was no longer suited for procreation because they had no intention of using it the correct way. These monsters had eaten themselves fat on the bountiful produce of this latrine, and now there would be more flies to participate in the feast.
"Corellon! Anghrradh! Sehanine Moonbow! By all the members of the Seldarine, what is—GGGIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" she screeched, pain stealing the voice from the last of her religious faith. Her gods couldn’t see her here… here, these insects were the gods.
The egg had now reached the tip of the insect's shaft. Its previously reasonable-looking, normal glans bulged like a knob, pressuring straight against her cervix. Niranya was so consumed by pain that she scarcely even noticed as it emerged out and into her body. Only when it was halfway in, having popped her cervix apart to push inside of her, did the elf notice the bulging of her stomach. The sensation was as horrible as anything she had ever felt, tearing her attention entirely from Serina's suffering and making her stare at her swiftly inflating belly.
"EEEEEIIIIIEEEEEHHHH!" her mouth ceaselessly thundered, twisting her head right and left as she bellowed. Within the hollow however, the most dreadful noises she could make were no more than the roar of a mouse. "NOOOOOO!!!!"
Many of the arthropods thronged around her as she was filled. They loomed above, larger and mightier, their mandibles slavering as they peered into her with their enormous eyes. In their onyx depths, Niranya caught her reflection, screaming in her horrorshow of pain. The way it was contorted and twisted made her seem aged into the kind of ancient, twisted form that not even the most aged of elves became.
"NNNIIIAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she screeched as the egg finally popped loose and deposited in her uterus. That oblong orb was of such a size her womb distended in all directions to hug its contours like a secondary shell. Her body tried to push it out, squeezing against the egg, wanting to make its shell pop and cause the yolk to come streaming back out of her cunt like slimy refuse. Yet no matter how hard or desperately her uterus pushed, it wouldn't crack… the spawn was firmly implanted.
Then, without warning, one of the insects around her spat onto Niranya’s face. There was enough of a gob to cover almost all of her countenance. She squealed as the spit stung like an acid. Before it had even drooled halfway down her lineaments the spit coagulated, forming a web-like substance that clung to her face sticky and wet. Niranya had often taken facials from her dragonspawn captors… This was akin to that, but much worse.
With his egg deposited, the rapist bug withdrew his phallus as quickly as he had entered. He clambered with all six legs to dismount her, moving out of the way. Niranya remained too befuddled and blinded by the slime coating her face to truly notice what was going on, but what she did know was that before she could properly react, another winged buzzard took his place...
And began his own rape of the shrunken elf.
"What!? No! You cannot-FFFUUUUUUUHHH!!!" the elf sorceress screamed as she was swiftly mounted and bestrode again. This new insect stung his ovipositor right against the same hole as his predecessor. With her pussy hollowed out he had a might less bothersome entry, punching all the way to her egg-pierced cervix in one go. Niranya screamed in pain, some of that now semi-coagulated face slime drooling into her mouth, and she almost choked on the substance; coughing and heaving fitfully as it blocked her airway, spitting up that slime like she was upturning biles.
This new intruder did a better job of attempting to crack that slime-infested egg than her own downpressing womb ever could. He punched and jabbed a few times against it, butting its underside through the semi-blocked cervix, as if confused that her womb was already an impregnated hollow. Niranya could even feel him shift his aim on the plunges as if to see if there were any roomy crannies left for him to explore. His efforts caused her inflated stomach to practically throb. Whenever that cockhead touched against her egg, it triggered a rearrangement of her fleshy bulge.
For a few moments, Niranya thought he was set on undoing his predecessor’s pollination. However after a few more plunges he pulled out, seemingly abandoning her thoroughly impregnated vagina as a lost cause. The sorceress gasped her first gasp of relief in days… but the bug didn't dismount. He still needed a hollow to bury his eggs inside, and the beautiful red-haired newcomer to his world, pragmatically enough, had another hole to provide what he needed.
Niranya's scream was hollow and echoing as the monstrous cock plunged against her ass. Her unsuspecting sphincter immediately distended widely around his shaft. Anal rape was, something that the elf was familiar with from her imprisonment with the dragonspawn. That familiarity, however, didn't make the experience any less miserable, nor the pain of the buggering any less extreme.
"GNNNNUUUUHHH!!!" she blared as this second bug drilled into her ass. Soon he was impaling her rectum proper, pushing further to skewer her bowels. Precisely like his predecessor, he wanted to get as much of his erogenous ovipositor in there as possible. Niranya's blockage soon became intense. As the insect reamed out her rectum, space was required in all directions for him to have room. The insertion forced likewise put a lot of pressure on the already inserted egg through the thin layers of membrane separating her colon from her womb.
The arthropod seemed to take no special considerations for the survival of this spawn and sodomized her stalwartly at a high tempo. It was as if the egg did not exist in his primitive mind if he could not touch it. Much to the sorceress’s woe e it meant that even while carrying these monster’s unhatched progenyshe would be shown no clemency at all.
Oscillating his oval-shaped torso back and forth, the bug sodomized Niranya savagely. The hellacious pounding was fierce enough that the elf felt sure the already existing egg would pop at any moment. Whenever the creature’s rod was fully inserted the oblong egg bent and warped into an uneven, bean-like shape, and then with every withdrawal it bounced back to normal, the pressure remaining overwhelming in all cases. It should have broken.
Unlike Niranya however, the creature’s eggs were equipped to survive and thrive in the cruel, savage world she had been forcibly inducted into. Consequently, it was considerably more durable than she was. It wobbled back and forth between whatever shape it had to take, refusing to break. Not even as much as a crack ruptured across its shell… unlike the elf’s sanity. Before long, Niranya realized that her impregnated womb was liable to snap before that insect's egg did. This flooded her with a despair that was as cold as the bug’s blood: There wasn’t a hope of liberation in even such a minor thing at this. Niranya's once glorified elven body had been totally taken from her and made a miserable vessel of pain.
Pondus's laughter resounded nearby, blackhearted and mocking, unhindered by any sympathy towards his victim. Down below, Serina thought he was laughing at her. Niranya knew better… the laughing was for them both. Niranya wailed, tearful lamentations dripping down the slime coating her cheeks, and no one heard her cries. Serina screamed down below, but it wasn't for her. Niranya suffered her desolation as if suffering within a far-away place where help and hope would never come.
The second fly was depositing its egg as well. This time, Niranya wasn't so bewildered when she felt that bulging knob emerging from the bottommost part of his shaft. Instead she was overcome with dread, anticipation making it worse. She fully believed that she was going to burst into an explosion of gore. The swelling made her already swollen better [ ?]stretch obscenely, her ass threatening to rip apart as the egg pushed further in.
Her horrible impregnation was excruciating, sluggish, and slow, drawing out the pain and turning it especially harrowing… And never more than in the final part. Even in comparison to the first ovipositor’s deposit, this was a miserable experience. The fact that he was doing this to Niranya's rectum instead of her womb meant nothing to the rapacious fly: the only thing he required was a warm fleshy hollow to optimize his reproductive chances. As for all the other details... they were but minutia that served to torture the elf.
The egg bulged as large as the first one had as the bug unloaded it into her bowels. Her already overstocked interiors were stuffed even further with more foreign objects. Her body was now swelling in two different directions… one gravid within her womb, and the other a more unnatural distension against her back more than the front. The pressure against her skin and bones was immense, but the meat of her muscles was just not sufficient to smash the eggs and relieve it.
With victory achieved, the fly pulled himself out of her. The eggs, however, remained overwhelming within her flesh. Though her rectum was not as natural a hollow as her womb was, the egg had been ejaculated alongside a bucketload of slime, similar to what had been spat upon her. It quickly coagulated and hardened, sticking that egg to the surface of its surrounding membrane, gluing it inside of her, and lodging it there as firmly as its predecessor.
Niranya wished that she had never entered these caves. She wished she never tried to slay the dragon. She wished that she never become an adventurer. She wished she had never left her forest. She even wished she had never studied magic enough to consider herself capable. She had brought Serina and her sister to this end…
Her end.
Niranya remained where she was, as unmoving as Helm standing his vigil by the lantern's precipice. Both a watcher and a victim, she was forced to partake in both her own torment and Serina's as hours became days became weeks. Being with Serina, the one she had always wanted to be with, was no boon for her, no romance of the soul. It only meant that Niranya was allowed to see her gradual downfall in every excruciating detail.
Initially, whence imprisoned within this hole, Serina still retained some of her mettlesome spirit, some of her dignity and pride. She wasn't as broken as Niranya had been from what felt like the first moment. Whenever a bestial misbegotten fiend entered through the ragged curtain, Sertina would curse and decry them. Only her bounds and her enervated state enabled the gnolls, orcs, goblins, and others to abuse her like a whore.
That just made it all the worse to watch the slow process as, day by day, her willpower was sanded down. After a while, instead of battling back and cursing her captors, Serina would greet them with nothing more than grim silence. Then, a few weeks later, the pleading began. She spoke of deals and compromises, but the fiends responded merely by slapping her down and abusing her like they normally would anyhow. This was when Serina's pleading grew more desperate, and became proper begging as she implored the monsters they had come to slay for scraps of mercy.
Slowly, she became compliant. Desperately so. Niranya had always loved Serina for her beauty and strength, her purity of morals and purpose, her certainty and confidence. Now she was forced to see the paladin beg to suck cock on her knees, swallow bestial members past her lips and bob on them until their filthy cocks exploded, blasting sperm onto her face or into her throat. Niranya watched as she opened her mouth for them to take a piss in it, gagging her as it poured into her stomach… and eventually, even the glow of disgust within Serina's eyes vanished. They were replaced with a hollow, lightless shine as gray as the surrounding stone.
After this, it was hard for even the elf to see her as something other than the toilet they had turned her into… not when Serina would thank the horde for their donations of sperm and piss in the hope it might make them more good-hearted the next time they came to visit and drain their snakes. Not even Pondus remained an enemy. He received blowjobs and then had his piss drunk before Serina went on to rim out his asshole. The dragonspawn that had shattered both halves of their love became Serina's most worshipped visitor, humiliating them both… although only one of them knew it.
Serina remained staring at the thimble-sized sorceress. Intellectual gears long disused turned sluggishly in her head, her visage twisted into a mask of raw horror. Things turned even more appaling the closer Pondus brought that lamp, letting her spot details of her companion’s fate that had previously been too small for her to distinguish. “Torm… no…” she whispered, all but forgetting the scaled cock still plugging her ass.
Niranya was bound amidst encrusted filth and slimy webbing, held in place. Half buried amidst this slime was a whole hatchery of eggs. The insects that filled the lantern along with the elf had turned it - and her - into their nesting place. It was impossible not to notice that Niranya was... pregnant. Pregnant in several ways. Her stomach bulged with what seemed to be multiple inflations turning her stomach into a mammillated landscape of hills. Other eggs had been glued onto her body, just like they had been to the walls of the lamp.
"No, no, no, no, no this can't be," she started to babble thoughtlessly, shaking her head towards Niranya, not wanting to acknowledge that it was her.
"I know you’re a dumb bitch… but not even you can be that dumb,” the dragonspawn laughed while some of the flies roused by the swaying of the lantern buzzed frantically around her, declaring to the world that she was theirs. “Can you possibly fail to recognize one of your friends?”
The horror flooded through Serina's mind like a tidal wave, washing everything else away. From the state of the elf, she had been tormented for months… Niranya had been violated by little monsters. Throughout all of that though, that lantern had been hanging here for months. Niranya had seen everything, and heard everything. She knew of the horrible iniquities Serina had suffered… as well as every heinous offer she had made to the beasts. She had seen her be degraded by piss and sperm and witnessed her break down sobbing, promising to do anything possible to serve Archleon's horde. The sorceress who she most wanted to think the world of her had been allowed to behold as every single virtue she had as a paladin was undone.
Serina's mind was in a lurch. She had thought her misery in the latrine to be unsurpassable yet now... it was even worse.
"nooooo," she heard the sound like a whisper in the wind. It was the faintest of sounds, and if she was making any noise louder than the beating of her heart then Serina might not have heard it from even this close… but it was the sound of the elf screaming at the top of her lungs. Her eyes watched, seeking what spawned the outcry, and she watched as one of the insects took the brave sorceress who had sacrificed herself for them from behind. "serinaaaaaa," the same diminutive voice screamed.
"Niranya! Noooooo!" she screamed, watching the abominable insect hump into the woman she had thought dead.
Pondus kept laughing, having to take big lungfuls of breath between his chortles. The bastard… he was loving this.
"Free her, pleeeaaaase!" the filth-encrusted aasimar begged.
He kept laughing with full delight. "Oh shut up!" the dragonspawn forced out between his laughs, reaching into the lantern with several of his clawed fingers and digging into its interior. At first, Serina thought he was going to free her. Then, horrified, she wondered if he was going to tear her apart right before the paladin’s eyes. Instead of doing either, his fingers scooped up a whole fistful of its filth. Slime, eggs, and even insects. Then, while still pumping into Serina's ass, he shoved that filth straight into the fallen paladin's mouth.
Her squeal was silenced by the repulsive sludge more unpalatable than even her latrine. "Chew it!" he demanded. "And be grateful I bother to keep you so well fed!"
Serina wept, gagging… but she chewed. If she disobeyed, the punishment wouldn’t be hers… it would be Niranya’s, and her fear of that was so severe that obedience was bone deep. Her teeth worked steadily, munching on the foul, hardened sludge, the remnants of dead insects, and the shells of cracked eggs. The elf was even allowed to see this miserable debasement… that instead of being able to protect her, Serina was little but a powerless creature reduced to eating filth. That was all she could do. That was all she amounted to.
"Perfeeeection!” the dragonspawn groaned as he reached his peak, hosing down Serina’s guts with molten sperm even as she still chewed. "Always entertaining to teach a lesson to an inferior creature," Pondus commented as he finally dropped Serina, letting her splash face-first into the stinking piss-mud.
Exhuming herself from the filth that surrounded her, Serina looked on wistfully as the dragonspawn hung the lantern back up… a bit lower this time. Now, it was close enough, and low enough, that Serina could see the flies as they buzzed along its edges, and knew what they meant. To her already haggard mentality this was tortuous… it forced her to constantly think about Niranya's face, twisted in misery, fear, and hopelessness. The knowledge that she would be watching every undignified act Serina did turned her whole ordeal so much more unbearable than it had been just minutes ago.
"I'll be returning tomorrow," Pondus announced.
"T-Tomorrow?" she stammered with filth half-swallowed.
"Yes, and by then—" he remarked and reached into the mud, clasping her by the sex.
"Eeeeaaaah!" Serina screamed with pain as her maidenhood shield started glowing. The light was so heavenly and bright that its shine penetrated through even the latrine's mucky gunk in whitish rays. Seeing this after what had just transpired seemed less like something divine and more like a mockery. The paladin felt that she had given up, that she was a completely defeated creature…but the light said otherwise. The fact that she still cared what Niranya thought about her said otherwise. The fact that she would have killed or died to take the elf from this place said otherwise.
"By tomorrow, I hope you’ve thought about your situation. This had better be fuckable by then,” he continued, balefully bearing his jagged teeth as he did.
"No, pleeeease," she sobbed. “I’m trying, it won’t jus-”
"It will be fuckable,” he repeated. “Or else... I’ll just have to find a way to make tomorrow worse than today. And the day after worse. And the day after worse still,” Pondus concluded and unhanded her sex, the bright glow ceasing the moment he had released it. “You will be mine, paladin. It is only a matter of time.”
Serina collapsed with dismay as the hulking, powerful, dominant spawn of Archleon turned to leave. He vanished through the curtain, letting it swing back in his wake. This time, she knew she wasn't alone, and it hurt her even worse than the loneliness. Niranya was watching. Yet despite that fact, she couldn't maintain self-control. She couldn't even pretend to be strong for the elf she had always, and never, gotten to love.
“I’m so sorry, Niranya…” she whispered, sobbing. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” She said it again and again, but the only answer was the ominous buzzing of the flies above.
It wasn’t fair.
"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" Serina repeated, slamming her hands down against her own sex and watching the glow build with every hit. She clawed at her own groin like a madwoman, desperate to rend her own flesh. She wanted to rip her cunt off her body if she couldn’t give it to the dragon… but she was just as incapable of penetrating that shield as her rapists were.
She hated herself and she hated her life. She hated the blood which "blessed" her, and she hated her faith and her oaths. She hated that she had ever become a paladin. She hated that she had tried to save the people of the village and journeyed into Archleon’s pit.
But she didn’t hate Niranya yet… and until she did, still had something to strive for. Someone to protect. A reason she couldn’t give up.
Gods damnit.
She wasn’t sure how long passed before the curtain was pushed aside. Orcs walked in, bestial and bot-bellied. They chuckled malevolently as they always did. Nothing had changed… nothing but Serina. Hollowed out in the soul, she knelt upright, meeting their eyes as they approached. It was time for her to stop weeping and to start serving. To accept her status as the cave’s cumdump. Her maidenhood would be overcome… no longer a blessing, but a curse which she hated with all of her misery-infested heart.
Like an obsequious slave, she smiled lovingly towards the beasts, refusing to think about the fact that Niranya was listening. "Welcome, Masters! I am Serina, aasimar of Torm.” Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for a second before continuing. “Please feed me your bladders and your cum. It’s my privilege to swallow the piss of Archleon's horde. Truly... that... is all I live for."
The beasts aimed their cocks, and Serina kept smiling. If she lied to herself for long enough, maybe it would become true.
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