The Slave

This is a story created in the world of Norrath. Norrath exists in a roleplaying online game called EverQuest. This is a version that I am currently in the process of editing for smoother reading. I am highly receptive of any feedback you may have. :)

Warning: Some material in here is very graphic and . . . racey. I beg of thee, if any part you feel offended, please stop reading. This should be read for fun only.

With that said, enjoy . . .

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Electrah the Necromancer sat across her companion, Elona the Cleric, in Blind Fish. The dark elf necromancer chugged down her fifth ale and stared competitively at her twin, Elona. The cleric sighed at her sister, downed the ale, and went back to twirling her locks of white hair. Electrah threw a bone at the male waiter and demanded another round.

Elona looked up. “Aren’t you tired of sitting here night after night and drinking?”

Electrah gasped at the blasphemy that Elona just created. A dark elf actually admitting to being bored of drinking. A dark elf that just so happened to share the womb of their mother.

“And, sister, what would you have us do? Unless you forgot, we are still learning our trades. Our Masters will not let us go and explore until we finish our trials. I’m not scheduled for my trial at least for another year, and you . . . well let’s just say it will be longer,” Electrah’s eyes gleamed happily. Elona may have pushed her way into Norrath first, but Electrah was more cunning and more determined to be the better.

“I’m thinking of something more like an interesting slave. The males around this city are just so . . . eager to please. I want a challenge,” Elona purred.

Electrah fingered her locks of white hair while she considered what her sister revealed. What was she up to? She eyed her with interest. Was Elona conniving something? “What are you suggesting? That our males are less superior than that of other races?” Electrah dropped the bait to discover more clues behind her twin’s idea.

Elona’s eyes lit up as she faced her sister. Her hands dropped to the table and curled up in excitement. “Imagine enslaving another race, purely for our pleasure? A male that we can we can torture and pleasure ourselves over and over. One that will fight us. One that we can tame!”

Electrah thought of the ogre child she had once captured a few years back. She enjoyed remembering how she had tamed the ogre to the point that she had to bring him in the woods and dispose of him. She remembered in pleasure how the simple ogre pleaded for his simple life. She grinned evilly.

Elona leaned in closer to her sister. “I want a high elven male,” she whispered.

Electrah’s eyes lit up.

Elona sighed. “But ‘tis a dream. They hardly ever wander around alone these parts. And if they did, the guards would eat them for the supper. What we would need to do is go to their land, capture one, and bring back to our rooms! But that’s where the dream starts. You chose necromancy instead of wizardry against our father’s wishes. If you had studied wizardry, you’d have the gate spells we would need for this feat.” Elona challenged her twin happily.

“Bah, wizard spells are only useful for the male wizard I hire,” she cackled as her eyes searched the Blind Fish. She found her target and with a rude gesture given to her sister she sauntered over to the Erudite’s table. Electrah pulled at the strings of her robe as she walked, and walked right out of her robe. She was clad in only a few pieces of silk as she reached the table.

Elona watched the Erudite start at the toes of her sister and rise up her dark blue muscled legs to her barely clad pelvis, taunt abdomen, bountiful breasts, and finally up to her enticing purple eyes framed by her locks of luscious white curls.

Electrah whispered a proposition to the Erudite and he gave an answer. Electrah looked back at her sister and winked. Then she crawled under the Erudite’s table and disappeared under his robe. Elona watched the Erudite roll back his head and escape a few moans as his robe under the table raised and lowered in a steady rhythm. He grabbed onto the table and let out a last moan before Electrah popped back out of his robe and climbed up from the floor licking her lips.

The Erudite swallowed a few times and then rose from the table. Electrah motioned for Elona to come to her side which Elona did. The Erudite weaved a spell before them and Elona felt lightheaded and disoriented. Suddenly the blinding glare of a forest sun beat through the trees. She hissed and covered her eyes.

“Haste is of essence, meet back here in little time or find yourself abandoned in this place of whites,” the erudite said in a deep bass voice.

Electrah excitedly rushed off with Elona close behind. “The first one we find, we take. I have no preference with these elves…they look all the same,” Electrah snarled. “mmmmm, that Erudite was tasty,” she teased her.

They need not have traveled far for in their haste they nearly tripped over a specimen reading a book. His nose was so far buried in the book that it looked like it was part of him. Elona noted in interest that the white elf male had a pile of books on either side, “an educated white elf, how exquisite,” she thought.

Electrah motioned for Elona to be still. She picked up a heavy rock and stealthily came up to the white elf. He did not even look up. With a movement full of grace and years of calisthenics, she hit the high elf over the head and he fell limply to the side. Elona reached down and pulled him up over her shoulder. They had their victim.

They hurried back to the Erudite who was still waiting as bargained at the wizard spires. He assessed the male with a frown but knew better than to question a dark elf female, let alone two that looked identical and one that could suck better than he had ever had before. He fantasized briefly about asking for more of a trade but thought better. His services just might be needed in the future once again.

Elona again felt the wave of dizziness and disorientation associated with wizard travel, and then she felt home again in the deep darkness of Nektulos Forest. Electrah stood on her toes to whisper something to the Erudite and nibbled briefly on his ear. The Erudite melted into acceptance and he concocted a spell that made their entire party, complete with the hostage, invisible to the prying eyes of the guards. He helped them smuggle in their treasure to the twin’s meager rooms.

Once inside, Electrah pushed the Erudite out rudely and bolted the door. Elona made her way to her bed and deposited the male onto it.

“Well sister, we have found you a subject. I know sharing is not in our blood, but I must demand it,” Electrah purred as she went to the male elf and started to shred the clothes from his body. Elona took the shreds of clothing and managed to tie the male with his arms spread wide and up far above his head. His legs she rudely separated much past their normal ability and secured to the bottom of her bed.

Elona discarded her own clothes and climbed up on the high elf. She crushed her pussy against his cock and felt him harden up. She growled in delight and rubbed him again with her body.

Electrah slapped him hard across the face and he awoke with a startle. He looked at the two blue naked devils and frantically tried to free himself.

Electrah grinned evilly and lowered her naked pelvis to his lips. She took a long nail and went to his eyes. He closed his eyes automatically and she pressed in on his eyelids. “Lick me, slave,” she demanded applying more pressure to his eyes.

At first he resisted, trying more to free himself. However, after realizing his vulnerability and the after the pain from his eyes, he stuck out his tongue and started to lick the witch hovering her pussy above his mouth.

He felt his hard cock being pushed inside something hot and wet and he moaned against his will. The witch on his cock was light and felt like she was dancing on the edge of his cock until her cunt wrapped around him fully. He wanted to concentrate on her, but the witch at his mouth pressed her pussy right up to his mouth and nose and started to smother him. He desperately tried to flail to rid himself of her but she cackled with glee and continued to apply pressure.

The witches both enjoyed his flailing, and he realized that he was pleasuring them more with his attempts to free himself. So he made himself be still. Sure enough, the witch smothering him, lifted up. She responded with a slap across his face. “Wake up!” she demanded.

The witch on his cock still continued to dance and he knew that his cock was going to explode at any time and he helplessly wondered what they would do to him when that happened. He wanted to grit his teeth to hold it in, but the witch at his face was demanding he suck on her again. He had little choice but to comply to her wishes. However, he realized, he was oddly beginning to enjoy himself.

Just as he thought he was going to explode, the witch on his cock got up and clasped something hard and tight on his cock. Then she climbed back on to dance on his cock. In short time, he was ready to explode again and he was willing to take the chance. He let go of his trappings and waited for the moment of exhilaration . . . but it did not come! Confused, he felt his cock ready to explode, right at the second, but he could not release his juice. He ground his hips up and started to fuck the witch at his hips in an attempt to release, but still nothing came out. He sucked harder on the clit at his face and still continued to grind himself upward. It was agonizing, it was painful, it was wonderful!

Suddenly, his face was showered with thick substance that he eagerly licked from the cunt. He thought maybe now the witch would leave him alone and let him concentrate on his throbbing cock, but no . . . she continued to ride his face and demand that he suck harder, lick more, probe deeper into her cavern with tongue. Each hesitation on his part was disciplined with a sharp stinging blow to the face, or a gauging eye pressure. His cock was throbbing so hard, he could not sit still. He wanted to touch it to help it release. But, he was helpless. He was a prisoner to the two witches. He was their victim. He was going to die with an enlarged cock and two witches who would animate his body and make him continue this horrendous act even in death. With a grin to himself, he realized he didn’t know which was worse…death, enlarged cock, or neverending sex.

Finally, the witch at his head moved aside in a shutter. She fell onto the bed beside him and started to snore. He focused his attention on the witch dancing on his cock. As much as he hated her, he had to admit she was beautiful. With each thrust up and down, her large breasts would bounce in the dark. She watched his eyes as she continued her dance up and down. He continued to meet her thrusts with ones of his own. He enjoyed her sighs of ecstasy, but he so desired ecstasy of his own. He knew he was in the clutches of dark elves, he knew he was going to die, but at this moment, the only thing that mattered to him was to release inside this beautiful creature holding his cock hostage.

The witch took her hands and played with her breasts. She leaned back her head and her sweaty white tresses of hair bounced in rhythm with her breasts. The witch pinched her nipples hard and pulled them mercilessly. The male wanted those nipples in his mouth to bite them.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the witch on top of him collapsed atop the male. With dismay, the high elf realized that his cock was still trapped deep inside her pussy . . . and he was still ready to explode. He tried to keep fucking the dark elf as she slept. Moving his hips up and down, round and round. Each movement was more pleasurable and more painful than the last. He increased his momentum. He could smell his sweat and that of the dark elves. Their smell was erotic to him and made his condition even worse.

The girl who had raped his face aroused. She saw her sister draped over him and she pulled her off. She inspected her slave once and upon seeing his erect shaft she went to work devouring it with her mouth. His cock throbbed even harder as he saw her head bob up and down on the shaft of his penis. This was torture!!! He decided death would be easier!

After she sucked him and sucked him and sucked him some more, she raised her body up and fucked herself with his throbbing cock. Against his will, his pelvis rammed up against her which caused her to cackle in pleasure. She hammered on him so hard he could not believe she was not injuring herself, but oh how he enjoyed probing deep within this evil witch. She continued to fuck him until she fell upon him exhausted.

Reluctantly, she rose up and got dressed. With a snarl, she left the rooms leaving him with only witch.

Alone, unsheathed in a female, his cock still throbbed. He tried to fuck the air, rotating his hips, trying to get release, but still, none came.

In his current condition, he did not realize the second witch had woke and was watching him. She had dressed and was looking at him almost sadly.

The witch left him. Alone. Again, he tried to release. He tried to free a hand to release the bondage his cock had, but the straps held him tight. Each breeze that fell upon his cock was misery to him.

The door opened and one of the witches entered with an Erudite male. The witch brought him to the room and on the opposite bed, she disrobed the Erudite and started to fuck him much like she had the high elf, minus the bondage of course. The Erudite’s hands rose to the dark elves’ breasts and he cupped them. The Erudite male groaned and his pelvis rose. The high elf recognized the satisfied sigh of a male who had released. He was envious.

The two arose and dressed. The Erudite looked down at the high elf and the hostage thought he read jealousy in the eyes of the Erudite. The witch took a dagger and came to the bed. The high elf male knew this was the end. But to die with blue balls had to be the worst death of all! He stared at the dagger and waited for the thrust. But instead of his chest, she knocked him in the head. BUT not as hard as she should have. He was not rendered unconscious.

He felt her cut away his bondages, and he predicted that she was going to let him free. He knew that he would undoubtedly be able to overpower her, but he had no idea about the Erudite or if the identical witch would return before he escaped. He decided to pretend to be unconscious.

He felt his hands being tied again and he made fists, hoping they would not be noticed. He felt himself lifted from the bed and his cock recognized the softness of skin of the one holding him. It throbbed hard. He heard the Erudite recite a spell. He felt nauseated and disoriented and recognized that he was going through a portal.

He looked out through little slits at the land around him. He did not recognize this land. It was dark and smelled like decaying flesh.

The witch dropped him to the ground, but the high elf still waited.

“Be gone from here,” Elona demanded of her companion in Dark Elvish. (The high elf was well-versed in many languages.)

He heard the Erudite rehearse a spell and sensed that he was now alone with the witch.

He felt himself be pushed over again and he was facing up toward where the sky should be, but through the mere slit he used to look out of, he could see no sky, just vast darkness.

The witch took her dagger and swiftly she managed to cut the chest of her hostage.

The hostage released his fists, and the bondage fell apart. He waited for the next strike.

“Stay away from the roads for there be guards there. Stay in the shadows and head SouthEast. There be a city of humans near that will heal your wounds. Stay far away from my city, we will kill you,” the witch told him in High Elven.

“Ahhh, she studies the languages of her enemies as well,” the tortured male thought.

As she rose from his body, opportunity was his. Too quick for her to counteract, he maneuvered his legs to slice hers and trip her. She was on the ground and he atop of her faster than she could cry. He took the strap that she had used to bind him and bound her hands with it. Then, with her dagger, he ripped off her clothes. When she tried to fight him, he slapped her roughly, causing her to roll back her eyes. After many attempts to free herself, she realized she was in the power of this much powerful male.

With a smile that would have made Electrah envious, the male thrust his engorged cock deep inside Elona’s pussy. Her eyes burned in fury as now she was the victim. He roughly played with her abundant breasts, tweaking the nipples and pulling them hard. When she cried out in pain, he forced her undergarment into her mouth to gag her. He continued to pound his cock into her pussy, the torment in her eyes matched his.

When done with her breasts, he forced her around and rose her ass into the air. Then, with much satisfaction, he thrust deep inside the crevice she had not offered to him before. Even through the gag, he could hear the screams of a virgin. This thrilled him. He drove himself deeper and deeper, feeling her flesh tear, hearing her scream, yet also hearing the excitement in her screams as she came to realize, there was some pleasure in captivity.

He thrust himself deep inside her anus and released the gag from her mouth. “Tell me witch, how do I release my seed. Tell me or I will surely tear you out alive,” he growled in Dark Elf. To show her he meant just that, he pushed even deeper.

She let out a cry both of pain and pleasure, and begged him to let her go. This was not the answer he desired and he ground into her several times to refresh her memory.

“It be at the base, the base. Touch the base and repeat this,” she gasped as she told him the spell.

He performed the spell while his shaft was still sheathed deep inside her. The bondage fell from his cock and immediately he released. He pushed himself in and enjoyed the moment with a howl coming from exhaustion, excitement, and ecstasy.

Reluctantly, he rose from the ground. He picked up the remains of the witch’s clothes and made a loin cloth for himself. He took her dagger and placed it in the band of his cloth. He looked down at the witch, bleeding, panting, and strangely excited.

He bent down and kissed her on the lips.

“Next time you are in Felwithe, look me up. Perhaps we can offer a trade?”