by Jane Amber
As coolly as she could, she reached out and took the leather coil.
It felt heavy in her hand, good.
Gruul watched her as she gave the whip a few practice swings. The weapon seemed simple enough to use.
But Gruul was an orc, master of a thousand tortures, what could Eva do that would impress him?
She took a deep breath. She'd better find out quickly.
Eva paced slowly around the kneeling dark elf.
“Strip.” She commanded, remembering Zora's commands to her and doubting the ability for her leather whip to penetrate the priestess's magical robe.
Slowly, as if her arms were weighed down with lead, Zora let her robe fall to the ground.
Underneath, her coal black skin glistened in the orcs' torchlight.
Eva couldn't help but admire her pert gray nipples on top of her large breasts.
The maiden felt her eyes drawn downward, past the drow's smooth stomach and down her narrow waist.
Her sex was shaved smooth. A pink jewel between her legs.
Eva took another breath. She was supposed to be punishing Zora, not being seduced by her.
I'm sorry, she thought as she raised the whip.
She it brought it down on Zora's face. Hard.
Even Gruul recoiled at the force and location of the blow.
Eva hadn't meant to. She'd been aiming for, well, she hadn't really been aiming, but definitely not Zora's pretty face.
With a crack, the lash left a long line of blood across her cheek.
“Do you know what you've done?” Eva improvised, giving herself time to think.
Real tears, not imitation, were pouring out of Zora's face.
“No, Mistress. Please, forgive me.”
“Forgive? A creature such as yourself?”
Eva brought the whip down again, this time across Zora's chest.
It left a red streak across her bouncing breasts.
This time, Zora screamed through her tears.
Eva felt sick.
Sick, and a little aroused.
She could feel a dark beast inside her urging her on. The beast told her that Zora was enjoying this. That through the pain and the tears, if Eva checked Zora's womanhood, she would find proof.
Eva tried to ignore it, push it away.
But the voice was still there.
“Spread yourself, show me your... cunt.” Eva almost choked on the word. She barely even if knew it. If sister Karina saw her now...
But Zora was leaning over, letting her breasts hang over the ground while her hands found their way to the top of her long, elegant legs.
Grasping her ass with both hands she pulled.
And revealed her dripping wet pussy.
Eva could see the blush of shame on her face. Eva tentatively reached out a finger, testing against her lips.
Zora's slit parted easily. Eva found herself inside the priestess, Zora's pussy clamping hard against her finger trying to suck her in.
“Ah!” Eva squeaked as she pulled her finger out, wet with Zora's dew.
Remembering herself, Eva crouched down offering her hand between Zora's legs.
“Lick.” She commanded, remembering the priestess's other command to her.
And obediently, the dark elf's lips found Eva's finger and sucked on it.
Her tongue against Eva's skin felt good, but the young maiden's mind was reeling.
For a few moments, she was free. She could make Zora do anything, say anything, and the priestess would have to.
She glanced at Gruul, but he seemed to be enjoying this, his member visibly straining against his loincloth.
Eva felt herself rising, her hand pushing the whip in between Zora's open legs.
“So, you want something inside so badly?” Eva forced the leather handle against Zora's cunt.
“Yes, Mistress. Please,” she begged.
Eva smiled and drew the whip back.
She could hear Gruul's sharp intake of breath. See Zora brace herself. Feel the tension in the air.
*CRACK*
The whip fell across Zora's passion covered womanhood.
Her body jerked as she let out another scream half in pain, half in pleasure.
“Did you like that?” Eva asked, running her tongue along Zora's sweat soaked back.
“Y-yes, Mistress. Another please.”
Eva took a moment to grab Zora's breasts, let them fill her hands. She played with the priestess's straining nipples.
Zora remained in position, head down and ass up, waiting for another blow.
Eva was more than happy to oblige. She lifted the whip, again bringing it down between Zora's legs.
Another scream of twin agony and pleasure ripped out of her body.
Eva could see the sweat covering her body. Could see that her knees were shaking and her breasts were trembling.
Her entire body was on the brink.
Eva brought back the whip a third time and sent it over.
Zora collapsed in ecstasy.
Her muscles convulsed with her pleasure wracking her body in the grip of her orgasm.
Eva backed up, hoping she was okay.
“She is done,” Eva said as boldly as she dared to Gruul, “No drow will ever dare follow her again.”
Gruul nodded, “You have done well this day, Priestess. Tell me, what is your name?”
Eva froze. She didn't know any dark elf names.
“Xelda.” Eva she finally blurted after what seemed like eternity.
The shaman laughed, “Xelda. A good name. Tell the orcs ahead that Gruul, High Shaman of the Wolf Clan, sent you and they will not trouble you.”
***
“So are you still going to sell me?” Eva asked when she finally worked up the courage. She hadn't exchanged a word with Zora in three days. They'd left orc territory two days ago.
Zora tossed her a look. “I should sell you twice.”
Eva nodded, hanging her head. She had brought great shame to Zora.
The rest of the journey was uneventful.
The Dark Market turned out to me a massive cavern, packed with every kind and type of creature imaginable.
Eva didn't have long to dwell on that as Zora rushed her backstage.
“We don't much time, the market will close soon. We need to get you ready.”
Eva questioned the use of 'we' as she was almost certainly going to go some brutish orc buyer to be maimed, murdered, and raped.
Zora briskly removed Eva's robe of illusion, leaving her naked except for her trusty leather boots.
“You aren't pierced?” The priestess frowned examining Eva's nipples.
“N-no, why would I be? Mistress.” She added the last part late hoping for a rise, but Zora didn't seem to care.
“Well we'll have to use clips then.”
Before Eva could object, Zora snapped a tight clamp to her nipple.
“Ow!” Eva yelled as the steel bit against her sensitive flesh.
Zora grinned, “Don't lie, you're just like me, enjoying every minute of this.”
Eva rubbed her calf with her foot nervously. “Maybe. Still, that hurt.”
A chain dangled from the end of the clamp.
“Well this is going to hurt more,” Zora said as she knelt between Eva's legs.
“Ow!” This time it really did hurt.
Zora had attached a clamp to the soft hood over her clitoris. Whenever Eva shifted her legs, she could feel the cold steel dancing against her pleasure.
“Y-you aren't going to leave that there?” Eva pleaded.
“Not only am I going to leave it there, I'm going to let prospective buyers do this,” And Zora yanked the silver chain that descended from Eva's pussy.
“Ah!” Eva cried as her knees trembled and her eyes rolled back in her head. How could a simple clamp make her feel like this?
Zora laughed. “If you like that, you're going to love this.”
“What? Ohh!”
Zora's tongue had found her p
ussy.
Eva could feel the need driving through her. “Oh please, don't stop,” she gasped.
“Sorry, Woodling, you're on.”
And Zora pushed her out onto the stage.
Eva stumbled out naked. Harsh torchlight covered the wooden platform.
Beneath her thousands of creatures were examining her body.
“A rare treat indeed,” a voice was booming throughout the cavern, “A sweet surface elf, still a maid.”
The cavern erupted.
***
The auction must have taken an hour. Eva was poked, prodded, and poked again.
She was made to lift her legs, spread her arms, and bare her pussy. Multiple times.
One creature even stuck a tendril of some kind into her to test her sensitivity. She'd almost cum from that.
In the end, a leather collar was snapped around her neck and she was led away to meet her new master.
Eva's stomach churned at the possibilities.
Would it be an orc that wanted to tear her apart?
Or one of those tentacle things that could suck her brain out as a delicacy?
“Hello, Woodling.”
“Zora!” Eva felt her heart leap. “You came back!”
Zora laughed, attaching a leash to Eva's new collar.
“Come on, I've made something special just for you. And from now on, you'll call me Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Eva promised.
***
“You live in a mushroom?” Eva asked doubtfully.
“It's a very nice mushroom,” Zora said as she led her inside. Eva had to admit, it was surprisingly cozy. For a mushroom.
“Voila,” Zora gestured to a triangular metal block hanging from the ceiling.
“What's that?” Eva asked, although she suspected she was about to find out.
“It is the source of all pleasure.”
“It is?” Eva eyed the sharp tip at top of the block doubtfully.
“Just get on it,” Zora said in exasperation.
Eva eyed the block warily.
But it held her weight well enough when she tested it with her hands, so she pulled herself up.
The only way to sit on the thing was to straddle the long metal ridge and push your legs against the slippery sides.
“Is this going to kill me?” Eva asked as she adjusted her slit over the metal beast.
Zora's eyes sparkled. “Not yet, my pet, I have so much planned for you.”
“Now hold out your hands.”
“I, uh, can't, Mistress.” Her hands were keeping her slit off the thirsty metal ridge beneath her.
Zora resorted to a more direct approach, her whip cracked across Eva's knuckles.
“Ah!” And then, “Ahhh!”
As her hands flew up, her body pressed down, pulled by the irresistible tug of gravity.
And no matter how tightly her legs gripped the beast between her knees, she could not stop her slide.
Zora watched in delight as Eva felt her body's resistance crumbling. She was completely tense from thigh to stomach to neck, but there was no way she could sustain it.
“Help. Me.” She gasped as the metal ridge parted her soaking wet lips.
Zora licked her lips. “Well, you didn't say please. Or Mistress. But I'll try my best.”
Eva was about to thank her when the priestess's hands reached out and grabbed her breasts.
“No!” Eva screamed as her breasts shuddered in pleasure.
“No, what, Woodling?” Zora teased. Her mouth was on her nipple now.
Eva couldn't stand it.
With one last shuddering gasp, she collapsed against the metal ridge.
It entered her, filling her virgin body in a way that she'd never dreamed.
“I don't understand,” she gasped as Zora held her quivering chest. “I can't stop myself.”
Her hips bucked. At first gently. And then harder and harder.
Coated with her own desire, she was driving the metal edge between her legs again and again. As hard as she could bear.
“Ahh!” She screamed as the beast found her frenzied body once again.
“It looks like you need a friend,” Zora said as her robes fell to the floor.
Eva could do nothing but whimper in pleasure.
Zora mounted behind her, running her smooth dark hands over Eva's body.
Then she leaned her hot body against Eva's.
Trapped between Zora's slick warmth on one side and the insatiable beast on the other, Eva moaned in ecstasy.
Zora's sweat mixed with her own as she pressed the virgin down against the lust between her knees.
“I'm cumming!” Eva screamed as her entire body jackknifed uncontrollably.
White hot lightning pulsed through her body filling it with rapture.
When her body finally released, she slumped down against the metal block, spent.
“Oh Woodling, I hope you aren't done, I have so much more prepared for you,” Zora whispered into her ear.
Eva smiled. “Oh. I think I could take a little more.”