The dungeon of the dark elves...

[Lightman]

Heldon shivers in the darkness, feeling the cold metal of the shackes against his wrists and the rough stone at his back. His sapphire eyes stare straight ahead, by now accustomed to the dark.. and in any case his vision is quite powerful, as he is an Elf... clearly seen by the pointed ears emerging from his black, shoulder-long hair. Conflicting emotions flit through his eyes... fear, anger, shyness, pain, innocence, despair....

His skin is very firm, and of dusky color though not actually dark. His limbs were lithe and slender, some muslces on his chest but not too much... on the whole rather a graceful vision than an imposing one. All this would be quite easy to see, as the only clothing he wears is a leather loincloth.

He closes his eyes, sighing softly, asking how this could ever have happened... and again, the memories rush into his mind.

It had started when the age-long war between high elves and dark elves came to an end. To see this feud of hatred end so suddenly was a shock to just about everyone... and brought hope back even to those who despaired the most. The leaders had finally seen sense... continuing the war would destroy both nations.

No one really asked the slyvan elves, however. They had certainly suffered through the war, slaughtered by the dark elves who viewed them as inferior, drafted by the high elves, to who they swore allegiance. Yet now there was finally peace, things were still not well for them, as their villages lay directly between the two great nations. One of the conditions for the peace treaty was that some of these villages fell under dark elven sway... at first the sylvans cared little to whom they paid their tributes, but the dark elves proved harsher governors. Often they would commit small atrocities in the villages, or drag their inhabitants off as slaves. The high elves did nothing, for the transgressiosn remained minor, and they did not wish the war to begin a new.

So it was that the elf maid Silera was raped by a dark elven official... yet being the strong and compassionate woman she was, she raised the offspring of that violation, the hybrid named Heldon, with love and tenderness. Others viewed Heldon with suspicion, calling his blood tainted... and dark elves all but spit at him, finding the very thought of their blood mingling with inferior races disgusting. Then one day, an armed troop of dark elves arrived in the village, making straight for Heldon's home. Barely come of age, Heldon thought they would kill him, clease the world of half-breeds... but instead they merely dragged him away from his weeping mother, shackling him and marching him along with some other sylvans to the nearest dark elven forest.

Heldon still thought he would die... sacrificed to one of their cruel gods perhaps... it was not until he was chained to the wall he realized that he was not to die... he was to be a slave.

Heldon shivered, his body tensing as he heard a heavy iron door move. He had heard about the cruel tortures of the dark elven trainers.... would it be a woman? They were said to be the most cruel... and of course women occupied most positions of power. But those males who had manage to attain a high station were usually the most fearsome...

Again he shivered, awaiting his fate...

 

[Snork Maiden]

B’ellaundra – Priestess of Lloth walked from her laboratory towards the holding pens.

It was part of her duties to inspect the newly arrived ‘specimens’. Some would become slaves, some candidates for her experimentation, other more fortunates would simply find their way to the processing chambers and end up as drider detritus.

B’ellaundra peered through the iron bars of the last dungeon door, regarding the figure standing shackled and chained in the darkness with a degree of satisfaction. There had been a good selection so far, but this was indeed looked like a particularly good specimen.

The Driders, standing next to her quivered on their spindly legs sensing the smell of elf-flesh, their teeth chattered excitedly.

SLAP!
SLAP!

Cut that out , B’ellaundra, commanded catching each of the man-spiders squarely around the face – ’This dainty is not for you.’

The driders crouched down admonished and watched as their mistress unlocked the heavy door. Slowly it swung open, its rusty iron hinges complaining noisily under the weight of the crudely fashioned and hung wooden door.

She entered the cell, and sniffed the stale putrid air. ”So Breed!, what is your name?” she asked in common elvish, as the two driders took up their designated positions either side of her.

 

[Lightman]

Heldon bit his lip at the noises on the other side of the door. He almost winced as he heard two harsh, slapping sounds.... his gaze flickering toward the other walls of his cell, where hung whips, chains and various spiked devices... some where rusted, clearly no longer used, but they were probably meant to give new captives an idea of what was to come.

He looked backtoward the door as it entered, his dusky body tensing futher. Eyes widened in shock and feara s he saw the driders enter at the priestess' side... was he to die after all?

He shivered softly at the question, almost recoiling from the cleric's gaze... feeling the malice and cruelty in those eyes....

"Heldon" he speaks softly, trying to keep his voice firm...

 

[Snork Maiden]

The drow moved towards the shackled elf slowly and deliberately, her black piercing eyes penetrating deep, deep into his head. ’Will you make a willing supplicant, Is your will strong enough to resist my conditioning? I wonder’, her lips never moving and yet she drew nearer.

She paused running the edge of her whip up his naked and bruised torso to his down turned chin. She pushed his head back with the whip, causing the leather-covered stick to bend under the pressure. This time her lip did move, her voice full of contempt, ’What was that Breed!!? What did you say your name was? I didn’t catch it. Was it.. Was it Vermin ?!!

The two Driders chuckled with mirth, and clacked their tongues hungrily, perhaps this would turn out well for them after all.

’Beeee Still!, B’elaundra commanded turning to the first and raising her whip. ’How many times do I have to warn you?’

The Drider recoiled and sat motionless watching the shackled elf as his head fell back now released from the support of her crop, it’s partner quickly following suit.

 

[Lightman]

Heldon swallowed softly, watching her approach, dark skin shrouded in more darkness.... he tensed, almost wishing it was her keeping back and not the driders.... He shivered, feeling the hard leather over his firm, sensitive skin..... a soft gasp leaving his lips as he is forced to gaze int her eyes, the power of her dark gaze leaving him reeling and terrifed.

Just as he is about to answer, the priestess wheels around, scaringo ff the driders... but clearly the greatest effect is on him, as he watches the crop move and hears the cracking sound.

He closes his eyes, shuddering as he tries to gather all his courage and quell the terror inside of him as he says a little louder "Heldon..."

 

[Snork Maiden]

B’elaundra lowered her whip and stepped up to the trembling elven male, it was a routine she had performed a hundred times. She lifted Heldon’s head with her free hand and turned it gently to face her. Even by Sylvan and High Elf standards her comeliness would turn an elven head at a hundred paces.

’My poor Heldon,she said softly, Life does seem to have been soooo cruel to you. I mean; it can’t have been easy living amongst those hoity-toity high elves, and your own kin scorning your lineage. Oh such snobby!, such conceit!, such cruelty!, your heart must be full of hate for those that have done you wrong.

She moved seductively around in front of him, her perfectly proportioned body clad inside her tight leather catsuit. She posed provactively before him, her face drawing closer to his, her voice softening further, sweet and delicate like a hummingbird.

You have nothing to fear from me my poor despised Heldon, you are beautiful to us. True, you are half Sylvan, but is that your fault? I think not; besides the better half of you is drow is it not. I will bring that better side out of you. I will help you to overcome your shame, restore your self respect, your dignity. You would like that would you not?

She cast a watchful glance over at the wilful Driders, but they sat motionless, watching intently, craning their heads to hear her words.

 

[Lightman]

Heldon gulped, finding himself relaxing a little as both crop and driders seemed to cease being an immediate threat... and so he found himself looking at his captor, beyond those cold, cruel eyes.... and indeed noticing the harsh beauty in a dark features... he shivers coldly... wondering if the taint of drow blood truly does lie in him...

He expected further taunts from the priestes,, and he got them, but not of the kind he was prepared for... he bites his lip, trying to hide in his eyes how much those words strike a core of truth within him. He had never truly cared for the indifferent high elves, almost as arrogant as their dark kin... and though he had been loved and cared for, his mixed lineage had quite often earned him suspicion and scorn.

He swallowsed softly as she drew nearer, his gaze flickering briefly over her form... feeling a strange sensation of cague desire arise withim... only puzzling him... but not so much as by her words. He had been taught that there was nothing the dark elves hated as much as the idea of Drow blood mingling with lesser races... could it be that this had all been lies? That they truly wished to embrace those who bore their blood? It seemed so tempting...

Then why am I in chains?

With that thought he suddenly stiffened, shaking off the seductive promises... he clenched his teeth, saying nothing as he stared at her in defiance...

 

[Snork Maiden]

For a moment it seemed as if his will would bend to hers, her words softly permeating into his tortured mind like a gentle soothing breeze. But his mind was strong. That was good she liked a challenge. His head turned to her defiantly, and his words came more confidently. Then why am I chained?, he asked.

The Elven Priestess pressed her self closer to the shackled elf bringing her mouth closer to his ear. She brushed his tussled and matted black hair from his labored brow and continued. Sweet Heldon, think not of these chains as a restraint of your freedom, but as a goal to be achieved. As you prove yourself more worthy, so too you will see an increase in your liberty. These chains only hold you to your past, to what you were. I can teach you to overcome these bonds, these restrictions. I can free your mind of torment and introduce you to new pleasures, to a world of delights you have been denied all your life, she licked the lobe of the Sylvan's ear and whispered, Pleasures of the flesh for example, I think that is something perhaps you have been denied all your life is it not?

The Driders edged closer quietly as their acute hearing picked up her final words.

 

[Lightman]

Heldon swallowed as the Drow pressed closer... he could feel her leather against his bare skin, panting deeply.... her breath flowing against his elven, sensitive ear....

He closed his eyes, just listening to her... trying to resist the dark seduction of her words... deep inside refusing to take her promises at face value... but still he hears them, and feels her tight body against his...

He shivers softly, feeling her tongue against his ear... and then tensing at her talk of pleasures... even with his eyes closed betraying that she has hit the truth again...

"W-what do you want of me?" he asks softly in a tortured whisper...

 

[Snork Maiden]

She felt his body stiffen at the mention of pleasure. Perhaps she had struck on a chord, something she could work on. She ran her hands over the taut muscles of the young elf’s body. Feeling his well-developed abdominal and pectoral muscles, she watched his expression change. ’What do you want of me?’ he .asked.

To answer that question outright would be dangerous, for any social interactions with the lower castes could indeed jeopardize her own privileged position. Indeed any of the unscheduled experiments that she often carried out on the Sylvan half breeds in her charge would carry the severest of chastisements from the high council. But she couldn’t help herself; there was something in the coloration of this sub-race that affected her so, caused her body to flush with desire and her mind fill with lustful thoughts. Over the years it had become more than an addiction, it had become an obsession.

She turned to the two Driders, who had by now shuffled pathetically closer, watching and waiting for the prisoner to act violently towards their mistress, a cause for her to set them free on him. Instead she spoke commandingly ’Dwart, Gnarl, go and fetch some fresh water and some clothing…. I think I shall take this one for training.’

The two Driders rose up on their spidery legs quivering, their disappointment clearly visible as they turned slowly and sauntered out of the cell.

Now alone with her victim she turned once more to Heldon. Moving around behind him and running her hands once more over his muscular frame; under his arms which were held upwards by the strong chains and shackles, down over his torso once more.
Lower, lower down towards the pale, male elf’s genitals. Slowly she fondled his heavy balls weighing them on her finger tips, marvelling in their weight and size, the soft silkiness of the skin that contained them

She pressed her body against his once more and whispered in his ear, Your life does not need to be so hopeless, it could be full of enjoyment, full of pleasures. What do I want? I want you to be happy. I have taken a liking to you Heldon. With the right conditioning and training, I think you have the potential to become a valuable servant. But….’, she paused her hand moving up to caress the nervous elf’s magnificently proportioned cock, though still flaccid it’s size and texture was pleasing to her fingers. She squeezed it gently, curling her slender black fingers around the shaft, mentally gauging how much thicker it would feel erect, ….what is it that YOU desire?

 

[Lightman]

Helian shivered as her dark, nimble hands ran across his smooth chest. Yet for all the distraction, he noticed her brief hesitation... and though not a suspicious person by nature, doubts still nagged at him.

He blinked slightly as the driders were sent away... glas to no longer feel their threatening gazes, but at the same time irrationally more nervous at finding himself alone with the drow.

Goose bumbs rose on his flesh at her teasing caresses, affecting his body in ways he was not used to deal with... clenching his teeth as he stared straight ahead, feeling her hand slide lower, lower... and slip into his loincloth.

He gasped loudly, his eyes unfocusing slighty as he felt her hand grope him in a way no stranger's hand ever hand... confusion and fear mixing in his gaze.

As she pressed against him he closed his eyes, groaning softly, the sensations filling his mind... to his great forrot feeling the hint of a stirring in his manhood as her fingers curl around it.... and yet he took her words in quite clearly... they echoed in his mind...

A servant...

The tales he had hear told him how to ranslate that word.... yet it was so hard to fight against her touch, her presence... so easy to give in to the seduction as she asked her question...

"I...I want....to go home" he whispered, weakly but sincerely...

 

[Snork Maiden]

She pretended to ignore his reply, his body responding, albeit under protest, to her persistent caressing. She squeezed his cock gently once more using her fingertips to trace along its soft underside and pulled the gossamer skin up gently over it’s head. You don’t have to resist me so Heldon. Let yourself go, enjoy the sensations. You want it don’t you? You don’t want me to stop do you? Give yourself over to the moment, to the pleasure.

The sound of the Driders returning, caused her to step back quickly. She raised her crop above her head once more adopting a threatening position before the elf. ’WHAT, you insolent half breed, you would rather live your outcast life in the derision of your Sylvan cousins than to live as a privileged member of our superior Drow community.

Whack! , she brought the crop down across the elf’s side, firmly enough to create sufficient sound but metered in its force so as not to inflict maximum injury.

The Driders scuttled in eagerly, the sound of the whip excited them greatly.

Just leave the water and clothes there, then go and prepare a new holding chamber. After that you are dismissed for the afternoon, but don’t go do far, I might need you later., B’ellaundra instructed.

The two spider creatures complied heading back out of the cell whilst the elven priestess turned once more to her captive. ’I think you have a misconception of my kind’, she whispered softly, such racial prejudice, is that entirely fair?, it is true that we do take servants from the lesser races, but you will see such servants are well rewarded for their obedience

She stooped to draw a cup of water from the bowl that one of the Driders had left and raised to the elf’s mouth. ’Drink and refresh yourself!, she instructed.

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OOC – I’m off on hols for a week tomorrow (Wednesday) so forgive me if I don’t post for a while. As soon as I get back I will ok

Snork

 

[Lightman]

Heldon groansed softly, feeling her unrelenting caresses... his shaft stiffening slowly but unstoppable, even as his resistence slowly melted... falling to her seductive words...

Then suddenly the driders were back, and the priestess seemed transformed, her words harsh and cruel. Before he could even blink, he felt the crop against his bare side, crying out loudly in pain and clenching his teeth.

And then the driders were gone, and she seemed to soften again. Heldon blinked several times, confused and suspicious... was she somehow just putting a show for these creatures... but from what he'd heard, driders were the lowest rank of being in these places...

He licked his dry lips, listening to her words... and hesitated... he knew well how harsh prejudice could be, and what many had thought of him when there were proof to the contrary every day... but still... a servant... form a lesser race... reward or no it hardly sounded paradise. Then again, neither had his life back in the villages, but there those who stood by him treated him with love and respect.

Heldon's thoughts' whirled with confusion, the blow of the whip already forgotten... and so he was able to put his suspicious aside long enough to slowly drink from the water, only now realizing how parched he was.

 

[Snork Maiden]

B’elaundra, listened to the retreating footfall as the driders scuttled off into the darkness, her long slender fingers aching to grasp the magnificent male flesh which was stiffening before her eyes. She watched it momentarily as if caught in a trance as the thick veined organ inflated and she felt her own mouth becoming dry with a thirst.

She held the beaker of water up to the male sylvan elf’s lips once more allowing him to sip the cool water, her hand drawn magnetically to his cock. She could feel the heat in it against her cool palm and she squeezed it, feeling the heartbeat of the elf as the blood brought it to it fullness of size. She gasped as it throbbed in her hand, squeezing it more firmly.

’You fascinate me Heldon, I must confess’, she whispered in the elf’s ear, feeling the heat of her own excitement spreading between her legs.’There are many of my kind that do not appreciate the beauty of the male elf form. To some they are inferior, but for me as I hold your beautiful cock in my hand and feel your life pulse with in, I am appreciative of your form and your gender. As I said, being a servant should not necessarily be seen as such a terrible thing. There are tasks which servants might even find pleasurable.

She squeezed and stroked the chained elf’s cock firmly pulling upwards causing the head to throb and weep small quantities of clear sticky precum.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,, she purred, ’I think perhaps you are experiencing just a fraction of the enjoyment that could be yours’

 

[Lightman]

Heldon panted deeply after having drunk...groaning as he felt the cool air against his now exposed shaft.... eagerly drinking again as the water was lifted once more...and then tensed as he felt skilled hand against his manhood once more...groaning loudly, unable to restrain his arousal....

He shuddered softly, staring with some amazement at her words...and suddenly finding himsself tempted...staring at her body, which for all its terrifying harshness and darknesss held something very appealing... imagining how it would look unclad, and what pleasure it could bring...

As the precum glistened on the tip of his shaft he flushed deeply in humiliation...trying to tear himself free from his lust as he shakes his head once more...

 

[Snork Maiden]

Running her fingers lightly up the underside of his twitching manhood, the dark elf watched the Sylvan’s face as the battle between his aching desire raged against his knowledge of the Drows’ cruelty. Indeed this was cruelty, cruelty of the worst kind; not just for the chained victim but also for the Priestess herself. Her urge to drop before him taking his succulent thick cock between her lips was driving her out of her mind with desire. The scent of his masculine musk, his panting added to her own arousal and her nipples stood proud against the soft leather of her body armor. She found herself pressing her palm against her mons in a futile attempt to lessen her craving but it only heightened it more.

The long nail of her index finger grazed lightly over the frenulum of her victims cock lifting a bead of precum from the tiny slit. A fine filament trailed from her finger tip to the swollen glans of the elf’s cock, like a solitary spiders thread, glistening in the dim torch light. Her dark eyes wide with lust as she brought the precious drop of nectar to her lips turning her head from him as she tasted that which she yearned for so badly. Her own breath came in short gasps as the subtle taste of his essence stimulated the buds on the tip of her tongue.

She turned to face the elf once more pressing her body closer to his and running her soft leather clad leg up his thigh as she continued to caress his cock. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hot breath flowing over his lightly perspiring neck, and whispered. ’Why keep yourself from what you desire, pledge your servitude and obedience to me and start to enjoy what you have denied all these long empty years’

 

[Lightman]

Heldon closed his eyes, groaning as he felt the unfamiliar desnations take hold of him... veiling his thoughts, overtaking his mind as he panted heavily, slowly giving way to the raging lust...

A loud gasp escaped him as he briefly felt her tongue against his sensitive skin, eyes flying wide open in schock....seeming about to faint...he pants deeply, finding himself nodding almost instinctively at her words, longing to fulfill his desire...but then he tenses and shrinks back, once more thinking of the price...

((sorry for the delay, had a bit of a inspirational drought))