by Sarah Hawke
She was on the verge of ordering Solemi to kneel and pleasure her when the scrying orb held by the statue suddenly shimmered. Its surface swirled with purple fog for a few moments before it revealed a vision of General Nym and his men entering the plaza surrounding the Black Palace. When they marched up the stairs to the adamantine gate, Varassa finally caught her first glimpse of her new slave.
And the former Ranger-General was every bit as glorious as she had hoped.
Serrane was tall, slender, and pale-skinned like all the so-called highborn of Nelu’Thalas, but her supple, athletic body was a vision of feminine power and perfection. Nym hadn’t stripped her just yet; he knew better than to deny his mistress the opportunity. Serrane’s leather breastplate was worn and splattered with dried blood, as were her trousers and boots. Her long blond hair was thoroughly disheveled, but she remained defiant despite the gag stuffed in her mouth, the shackles binding her wrists, and the collar clasped around her neck. Her crystal blue eyes blazed with fury, and she snarled every time Nym tugged at her leash.
“She will not be easy to break,” Solemi whispered. The niskaru girl’s fingers had already begun massaging her quim beneath her diaphanous skirt.
“There is no glory without a suitable challenge,” Varassa said. “We shall revel in conquering her.”
The Matron Mother slowly uncoiled her whip and cracked it in midair as she waited for her prize. Thankfully, Nym didn’t tarry; he left his soldiers on the steps outside while he personally dragged the Ranger-General inside the palace, through its labyrinthine halls, and finally down the stairs to Varassa’s lair. He offered his mistress a crisp bow when he arrived, and he jerked the leash forward hard enough that Serrane stumbled and almost fell flat on her face.
“I present to you Serrane Starwind, former Ranger-General of Highwind.” Nym said, snickering as he put his hand on the woman’s neck and forced her to her knees. “Without her leadership, my men will be able to find and exterminate the last of the resistance cells in a matter of days.”
“Well done, General,” Varassa said. “Very well done indeed…”
She took a step forward to examine the highborn cunt more closely. Her sinewy limbs, flat stomach, and thick golden mane were even more impressive in person. Varassa was tempted to shear off some of the lustrous locks for her collection, but that, like so many other delights, would just have to wait.
“The entire city is now aware of her defeat,” Nym said. “The holdouts will soon lose hope, and your reign will be absolute.”
Serrane growled something into her gag, but her words were unintelligible. Nym yanked her collar again nevertheless.
“The Matron Mother did not give you permission to speak, cunt!” he growled.
“No, I most certainly did not,” Varassa said coolly. She allowed her whip to drag across the carpet behind her as she slowly circled her new pet. The highborn’s wrists were shackled tightly behind her back, and it was tempting to bind her ankles as well. Perhaps later.
“This murderous bitch butchered an entire battalion of my troops during the siege, and she has killed dozens more since,” Nym said.
“The survivors are no doubt desperate for vengeance,” Varassa mused. “I am tempted to give it to them.”
“I would prefer to punish her myself, mistress. She is a sorceress trained by the wardens of Nelu’Thalas. Any children she bears will likely also possess the gift.”
“You wish to breed her, then?”
“Yes,” Nym said, his red eyes glimmering with lust. “Tonight, if possible.”
Serrane’s blue eyes widened in horror, and Varassa allowed Nym’s threat to linger in the air for several seconds before she bade him to lift the ranger to her feet and hold her steady despite her struggles. Varassa chuckled and placed her gray fingers upon the other woman’s toned, pale stomach.
“Hmm…she is quite ripe,” Varassa said. “Your seed would almost certainly take root, so long as you plant it within the next few days.”
Nym smiled and jerked the leash again. “Then I shall begin immediately.”
“Patience, General,” Varassa chided. “This cunt may still possess valuable information, and I wish to give her the chance to aid our cause. A highborn slave would make an excellent Throne Maiden, wouldn’t you agree?”
“But she deserves punishment! We cannot allow her to—”
The general froze the instant Varassa turned her eyes upon him. His cheek twitched, and he let out a long, slow breath.
“My apologies, mistress,” he said. “I regret my choice of words.”
“As well you should, male,” Varassa said, allowing her voice to cool several degrees. “There is no we here, General. My will is your destiny.”
Nym bowed his head. “Of course, Matron Mother. This victory and its spoils are yours.”
“Never forget that.”
Nym may have been her most loyal and influential servant, but he was still a servant—and a male one, at that. His competence and ruthlessness had earned him the right to a breeding harem, but she still couldn’t afford to let him become overconfident. The former Matron Mother had made that mistake with Varassa. Trust was for the foolish, after all, and there was no such thing as a true ally in the darkness of the Underworld.
Still, Nym was a vastly superior male specimen. He was tall for a drow male—even in heels, Varassa could barely meet him eye-to-eye—and he had spent decades relentlessly forging his body into a weapon of war. She couldn’t deny that the mere sight of his sculpted gray flesh often set fire to her quim. She had even allowed him to spill inside her—a rare, life-defining moment for most males under her command.
But for now, he was just going to have to wait. This prize was hers and hers alone.
“Leave us,” Varassa said. “Continue your search for any of her remaining accomplices and interrogate the other survivors however you see fit. Give them to your men if you wish—whatever gets them to talk. I will summon you if your services are required again.”
“As you command, Matron Mother,” Nym said, handing her the leash. “Glory to the Spider Queen.”
After favoring Serrane with a final lustful look, Nym turned and left the parlor. Varassa chuckled again the instant the door closed behind him.
“You see now what fate awaits you should choose to remain obstinate,” she said. “The general’s harem always has room for another cunt. If you refuse to cooperate, you will spend the next century bearing him child after child, and your mongrel spawn will fight and die on battlefields across the world in the Spider Queen’s name.”
The highborn snarled unintelligibly into her gag, but her muffled protestations only made Varassa snicker. She was going to relish every moment of this.
“I see you still haven’t learned the first lesson of the Black Palace,” Varassa said. “No slave shall speak without permission.”
She slapped Serrane across the cheek. The woman’s pale flesh flared an angry red, and when she snarled again, Varassa backhanded her just as hard. This time, the highborn remained silent afterward, though the Matron Mother still threateningly cracked her whip.
“I suggest you grow accustomed to the bitter taste of your pride, darthiir cunt,” Varassa growled. “You will find it more palatable than the sting of my lash.”
After glaring down at the highborn for several long, menacing seconds, Varassa turned and beckoned Solemi from her perch at the foot of the divan. The niskaru girl stood and approached, her eyes locked on Serrane and every bit as lustful as Nym’s. As always, her servile disposition belied her ruthlessness. Given the chance, she would dominate the highborn every bit as brutally as Nym.
“My Throne Maiden here wasn’t so different from you once,” Varassa said, gently massaging the niskaru’s plump, human-sized breasts. The girl nibbled at her lip and sighed contentedly. “She wanted to believe that someone would save her, but then she realized she had already been liberated from the drudgery of her pointless life on the surface. I gave her the greatest
gift of all—total submission to the Spider Queen. For one with such polluted blood, there is no greater glory.”
Grinning, Varassa slowly slipped out of her thigh-high boots before pushing her panties to the floor. She allowed the highborn a good, long look at her hairless drow quim before she took a deep breath and whispered a prayer to the Dark Goddess. Aetheric energies instantly surged through her entire body, and the Matron Mother carefully shaped the raw power into one of her favorite spells. A thick gray cock sprouted from inside her quim, instantly drawing a surprised—and frightened—gasp from Serrane.
“Behold your new master,” Varassa said, curling her fingers around the rigid stem. “Serve it well, and you shall be rewarded.”
While the ranger recoiled at the size of the magical phallus, Solemi was practically salivating. The niskaru girl stared at the throbbing stem as if it were the only thing she had ever desired.
“May I prepare you, mistress?” she asked breathlessly.
“You may indeed,” Varassa said.
Her Throne Maiden didn’t waste a single second; she dropped to her knees, crawled forward, and parted her ruby lips to inhale the tip of the phallus. A shockwave of delight rippled throughout Varassa’s body, and her legs become so weak she momentarily wobbled on her heels before she could collect herself. Solemi’s skills at cock sucking remained unmatched in the Underworld; males across Vel’shannar would give almost anything to feel her lips and tongue on their stems.
“You see how eagerly she has embraced her role?” Varassa said, feathering her fingers through the niskaru’s platinum hair. “If your lips are half this skilled, you could have a valuable position in my court. If not, well, General Nym’s soldiers aren’t nearly as selective in their tastes. I wonder how many cocks your highborn throat could drain in a day…”
Serrane’s eyes widened when Varassa amplified the spell and enlarged the stem. Soon it was the size of an orc male’s, though Solemi didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Her fingers eagerly stroked the base while she took the tip and shaft into her velvety throat. There were times when Varassa wondered if anything could truly sate the girl’s hunger. She even seemed to enjoy draining the minotaurs.
“Enough!” Varassa said, tugging on Solemi’s hair and pulling her away. The Matron Mother almost spilled anyway; her cock twitched in midair for several seconds, desperate for release. If she had been a true male, she never would have been able to control herself. They were slaves to their stems, and the Spider Queen’s magic allowed her chosen servants to understand the nature of that bondage—and use it to manipulate them.
Still, Varassa couldn’t deny that cocks had their uses. Nothing else in her vast collection possessed a greater power to discipline her slaves, and she couldn’t deny how glorious it felt to drench one of her subjects in a shower of seed.
“Your new master is ready, cunt,” Varassa said, stepping directly in front of Serrane. “If you serve him well, you shall be rewarded. If you serve him poorly, I shall simply satisfy him with a different hole.”
The Matron Mother slapped her stem against the highborn’s cheeks. Surprised, Serrane groaned into her gag and tried to scuttle away on her knees, but Varassa immediately jerked on the leash and held the other woman in place.
“Open her mouth,” Varassa commanded.
Solemi crawled forward and began unfastening the leather straps holding the gag in place. Varassa’s cock throbbed in anticipation of entering another warm, wet sheath, and she continued smacking it against the highborn’s forehead to humiliate the bitch as much as possible…
“Le’thos!” Serrane snarled the instant the gag fell from her mouth. “Jukatta le—”
Her voice cut out when Solemi clutched her throat and squeezed. The ranger’s blue eyes shot wide open as she gasped for air.
“The Matron Mother already warned you once,” the niskaru girl snarled. “You will not speak without permission!”
Varassa snickered. Once again, she was tempted to allow her Throne Maiden a few minutes alone to discipline their new pet. The girl’s ability to control and dominate other females was a sight to behold. She would happily fuck them in the ass for a week straight if that was what it took to break them. But as amusing as that would have been to watch, Varassa wanted—and deserved—to break this surface bitch herself.
“You will not utter a word of your filthy darthiir speech here,” Varassa warned. “Every time you disobey, you will be punished.”
She signaled for Solemi to release her grip, and the moment she did so, Serrane gasped for breath. She glared up at her captors through bloodshot eyes.
“You will never get away with this, drow bitch,” the ranger snarled. “The people of Highwind will—”
Solemi slapped her hard across the face, and she reared back to do it again before Varassa snatched the girl’s wrist. “Enough,” the Matron Mother said, snickering. “If she refuses to remain silent, I shall simply gag her myself.”
Taking a step backward, Varassa whispered another prayer to the Spider Queen. The Goddess’s power flowed through her high priestess, and Varassa shaped it into yet another of her favorite spells. A sprawling nexus of shimmering webs appeared on the ceiling, and she called down several long, thick strands.
Serrane gasped in surprise when the tentacle-like tethers grabbed her shackled wrists and unbound ankles and hoisted her up into the air. Within seconds, she was suspended face-down several feet above the floor, and the webs were so tight she could barely move an inch.
“Release me!” the highborn demanded. “Or I swear to the gods I will—nnmph!”
Her protests became little more than muffled cries when the webs curled around her chin and clamped her mouth shut. Varassa snickered again and placed her gray fingers on the other woman’s cheek.
“Allow the Goddess to hold you in her warm, loving embrace,” the Matron Mother sneered. “And pray that she finds you worthy enough to let go.”
Cackling delightedly, Varassa began slapping Serrane’s cheeks with her massive gray cock once again. The highborn closed her eyes and clenched her teeth to endure this degradation, but it only encouraged Varassa to slap harder. She was seriously tempted to shower the cunt’s face with seed right here and now just to watch her squirm, but Varassa wanted to feel the warm cradle of a highborn throat first. It had been far, far too long since she had broken a true-blooded slave.
“Strip her,” the Matron Mother ordered as she stopped slapping Serrane and began stroking her cock again instead. “A slave has no use for armor.”
As always, the Throne Maiden obeyed without question. She started by unstrapping the ranger’s cropped breastplate, exposing the woman’s perky highborn tits. Serrane’s trousers and boots were next, and the webs helpfully parted to allow Solemi full access without completely releasing their hold. Soon the darthiir’s naked, bound body was on full display…and it was every bit as glorious as Varassa had hoped.
“Oh, General Nym definitely wouldn’t be able to last long inside you,” the Matron Mother said as she circled Serrane, leaning down and dragging her fingertips along the other woman’s taut belly. “No male could, I imagine.”
Serrane squirmed helplessly, but even her athletic body was no match for the Spider Queen’s bondage. The webs would sap her sorcerous might as well, preventing her from channeling the Aether. The only escape was total submission.
“I wonder, how many cocks have you already serviced?” Varassa asked, pacing around her slave. “You have lived with the rivvin for some time, have you not? I bet you’ve developed a taste for their stems.”
“Our spies believe she has taken a human lover,” Solemi said. She stepped up to the highborn’s right flank and began idly twirling her fingers through the other woman’s golden mane. “A Knight of the Silver Fist named Julian Cassel.”
“A paladin?” Varassa exclaimed with a snort. “Yes, of course you wouldn’t settle for anything less. My Throne Maiden also had a taste for paladin cock once. Her old lover is
still back in Vel’shannar, though I could easily summon him. Perhaps I’ll have him breed you after Nym…”
The ranger’s futile struggles began to slowly spin her in place. When her splayed legs moved in front of Solemi, the niskaru darted between them and dragged a finger along the length of the highborn’s slit.
“She is wet, mistress,” the girl replied, snickering as she licked her fingertips clean. “Perhaps she enjoys the idea of joining the general’s harem.”
Varassa laughed. “Oh, I knew it. You darthiir are predictably pathetic. You decry our raids to the surface, yet you secretly yearn for us to conquer you.”
Serrane muttered something again, but her glistening quim betrayed her true feelings. A part of her was already enjoying this. She was going to make a fine Throne Maiden, indeed…
“It’s time,” Varassa said, smacking her cock across the highborn’s face again. “Prove your worth to me as a servant or spend the rest of your long life in a breeding harem. The choice is yours.”
Solemi ducked out from between Serrane’s legs and rushed over to pull the webs from her lips. “Open your mouth!” the girl commanded. “Taste the power of the Spider Queen!”
Amazingly, the highborn obeyed. She lifted her head and parted her lips as far as she could, and Varassa wasted no time nudging the swollen tip of her phallus inside. Serrane glanced up as the shaft began to slide past her teeth—
And promptly bit down as hard as she could.
A true male would have shrieked in agony, but Varassa felt nothing but pleasure. Her cock was impervious to damage; Serrane’s teeth couldn’t penetrate the magical flesh. And even if they could, the phallus lacked any true pain receptors.
The Matron Mother chuckled contemptuously at the highborn’s futile rebellion. “Did you honestly believe that would work? I am not a pathetic male—you cannot harm this stem. But I promise you this, cunt: you will learn to respect its power.”
Varassa gestured to Solemi, and the girl leaned forward and pinched the highborn’s nostrils shut. The look on Serrane’s face was priceless: her crystal blue eyes gaped wide when she finally realized just how helpless she really was. Her last petty act of defiance had failed. Surrender was her only option.