Archive of Erotic Stories

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Saylissa, Lead Wing Commander of Her Dark Majesty's Third Red Air Squadron, moaned in her sleep as she lay curled upon a pile of blankets stained with come and sweat. Her naked body still glistened with a sheen of sweat and the remains of hours of exhausting violation at the hands of the mercenaries hired by the slut general of the Whitestone forces. Her golden hair lay damp and matted against her forehead as she groaned and turned in her sleep.

Beside her lay Eltia, Squadron Cleric for the Third Red Air Squadron, and Almae, Saylissa's adjutant. All three of the women were asleep, passed out from their ordeal. Each had the faint copper skin of the people of eastern Ansalon. Outsiders claimed it was a legacy of repeated minotaur raids into the area since the Cataclysm. Saylissa was the palest of the three with only a faint hint of copper tinting her otherwise alabaster flesh. Eltia was the darkest, her skin deeply tanned and gleaming in the dim light of their cell, her body toned from exercise and asceticism. Almae's skin was almost as pale as Saylissa's, her features fine-boned, her body lush.

Each of the women were considered beauties in their hometown. Their forms, lithe, lush, ripe, had filled the fantasies of the village's men, inspiring prayer and sacrifice to the Dark Queen for the favor of their bodies. The three women were from the same coastal fishing village and had enlisted at the same time when the Dragon Army's recruiters had passed through.

Saylissa had been an obvious candidate for officer's training. She had already been regarded as, if not the actual leader of the village, then at least the obvious successor to the man currently holding that position. Eltia had dedicated her youth, and, it was said, her maidenhood, to the gods of darkness, chiefly Takhisis and her daughter Zeboim, patron of the village. Almae had been�acceptable to the recruiters. Her presence soothed that of the other two girls and it was clear that they both shared a jealous possession of the voluptuous girl. There was always a place for women in the Dragon Army, be it as Dragonlord or, as the recruiters imagined Almae, as a pleasure officer.

The training camps of the Dragon Army were brutal places that separated humanoid wheat and chaff with dreadful efficiency. Those who excelled were promoted. Those who could not muster the strength, cunning, or duplicity to succeed were sent to other, specialized training camps for those lacking in moral character.

Almae would have been sent to the training camp for pleasure officers if her two, much more successful, friends had not intervened on her behalf. The young woman, hair lustrous silver as a mewling Silvanesti, was beautiful and as innocent as any worshipper of Takhisis could be. Where the harsh life in the fishing village had seeded a quick wit and harsh temperment in her friends, Almae had become servile and desperate to please.

The villagers said this was due to her mixed parentage. Everyone knew that she was the daughter of a captured elf found clinging to debris by fishermen. The Silvanesti woman had been pulled from the bloody waters of the Maelstrom by the fishermen and, after being violated in every way for an entire day and night, was brought back to the village to recuperate.

It was no surprise to the villagers that the child of this elf woman had been as weak as her mother. It had also not been a surprise that the elf woman had disappeared one night after being used by every man in the village. Even a soft, whimpering, elf woman would be able escape when her captors were drunk into a stupor and exhausted by the effort of filling the town slut with their seed. The man responsible for securing the town slut, Almae's father, was ritually and slowly sacrificed to Zeboim as a reminder of the importance of personal responsibility.

But the child had remained and had become part of the village, cheerfully and eagerly serving the pure-blooded humans in whatever way she could. When she had ripened into womanhood and had undergone the Rites of Ascension in the temple of Zeboim she had begun to serve in the way her mother had. Zeboim had blessed the half-elven woman as she did all the women of the village. Diseases of the venal sort passed them by and none grew with child until they had prayed and offered their blood to Zeboim's altar.

But Almae's reluctant, although dependable, willingness to part her thighs for any man or woman that wished became a distinct disadvantage in the training camps. Soon after she had arrived she was being pimped by a half dozen men and women from the cities. Fights turned deadly in disputes over who would be allowed to collect money from her customers. These ended when Eltia and Saylissa made it clear that Almae was their's and their's alone.

Working together and pooling their money for bribes and their bodies for further bribes, the three women had gotten Almae assigned as a servant to the two officer candidates. Like all officer candidates they were allowed one slave or servant each to prepare their meals, clean their clothes, and deal with the minutiae of life that a Dragon Army officer could never be expected to stoop to.

The two officer's had graduated with honors and had been posted to the Red Dragon Wing under Ariakas himself. Saylissa learned fast and with a combination of her body and her mind soon rose through the ranks leaving a trail of dead or crippled officers in her wake. Ariakas himself had bedded her on the eve of her promotion to Wing leader, granting her the priviledge of sucking his cock and swallowing his seed, something it was said he reserved for only the finest women of Krynn.

Now Saylissa whimpered in her sleep as she dreamt of the chaotic battle to hold the town from the invading Whitestone forces. They had come in overwhelming numbers, relying on brute strength to win the day instead of strategy. The attack was as subtle as a line of men waiting to fuck their Golden General. It had come at dawn and was led by flights of the lesser dragons who had engaged their betters in fierce dragonfights above the town. Only through sheer numbers had the maggots of Whitestone brought down the pure blooded lineage of Takhisis.

Saylissa had been separated from her dragon steed towards the end of the battle. Zakurax had been critically wounded and had used the last of his strength to transform himself into a human form. Saylissa had loaded him onto the wagon's carrying the wounded out of town and had returned to the fight.

But the battle had been lost by the time she had reached the battle. Her men were in disorder and fleeing. Dozens of the weakest had thrown down their arms and surrendered on the spot. Saylissa had slewn a mere handful when the mercenaries had managed to capture her. Her fury had blinded her to their skill as they had surrounded her. No bows were leveled at her then, far too much risk that a nervous finger would slip and a steel arrowhead would mar her flawless skin. No, they gathered around with ropes and nets, chains and swordbreakers, and they captured her with disgusting ease.

Eltia had laid open the bodies of half a dozen mercenaries before being captured herself. Her prayers to Takhisis and to Zeboim had split men's bodies in two, had filled their lungs with choking seawater, and had struck them down with terrible, rotting boils. But her prayers had grown weaker and Takhisis and Zeboim showed no favor to servants who grew weak. Unarmed, Eltia had been captured as well.

Almae had been an even easier capture, something that would not have surprised either of the other women. Never much of a fighter, she had been hiding in her tent as the battle raged until the mercenaries had cut their way in. Even a dolt would have seen the value in taking such a prize and take her they did. The loss of one mercenary to protective spells placed upon Almae was considered a cheap price to pay and one that Almae would pay again a hundredfold.

"So here's the deal," Ronalg said with a puff on his roll of pungent tobacco mix. "While you three would fetch a pretty pile of steel in the slave markets, I've got my eyes on a bigger prize."

"Bigger prize?" Saylissa said, trying to hold back the rage that made her want to dive over the table and gouge out the hobgoblins eyes with her thumbs.

"We got the Golden General herself, Captain," he said with a smile. "Now, I'm guessing you don't want yourself and your friends to end up on the market block with price tags around your neck, am I right?"

"You're right," Saylissa said, trying to absorb what she had just heard. Some filthy demi-humanoid mercenary had captured the slut general of Whitestone? How could that happen? The Dragon Armies had had their best operatives working for months to try and capture or kill the whore leading the Whitestone forces. None of them had even gotten close, the sniveling Knights of Solamnia were good at keeping their sluts safe.

"She just walked right in here," Ronalg said, answering her question. "She was actually trying to rescue you three when we grabbed her." He paused and took a long drag from his roll. "So here's the deal, you're worth a lot on the block. So are your friends. And the slut general over there," he nodded towards where Laurana knelt in the corner surrounded by men eager to stuff their swollen cocks into her gasping and panting mouth, "would be worth a fortune."

"So why are you talking to me?"

"Thing is, I think your commanders would pay even more for her than for all of you combined on the block. They're desperate to break the will of the Whitestone forces because we're," he smiled, "winning. So here's the deal." He laid his roll on the edge of his plate and leaned forward. Saylissa resisted the compulsion to lean back. "I'm willing to let you and your friends go. In exchange, you let your commanders know that we've captured the Golden General and want to sell her to them. You get a promotion, maybe even become a Highlord, at least a general, for capturing her. We get a wagonload of steel and her highness gets to spend the rest of the war being a fuck slut."

Saylissa thought furiously. She needed to get herself and her comrades away from these mercenaries. The blonde woman repressed a shuddered at the thought of a life serving a master who bought her from the minotaur's slave block. This was the only chance she was likely to get.

"Fine, I take my two friends and we leave, we can meet outside of town for the exchange," Saylissa said.

"Ah, no," Ronalg said. "I'm going to need to keep your friends here, don't worry, we won't play with them," he leered, "since we've got the elf slut for that. But I need assurances that you won't just run out of here and tell the Whitestone forces what we're planning."

"Fine," Saylissa said. She had no leverage here, she could only hope that the hobgoblin meant what he said. And there would be time for revenge later. He was a fool if he thought the Dragon Army would let him walk away after handing over the Golden General.

"It's getting late now," Ronalg said. "Sun's going to be up soon and I don't think I can sneak you past the pickets until dark. You and your friends can take one of the suites upstairs and rest, I'll send up food and drink."

"And the elf," Saylissa said with a gleam in her eye. "I want her. All day. Your men can have her once I leave. The bitch is going to pay for what she's done to me."

Ronalg laughed and glanced over at Laurana. Even from across the common room he could hear here sobbing pleas and the laughter of men as they came on her delicate elven features. "Go right ahead, I'll make sure you've got plenty of hot water to clean her up with. Just don't do anything to her that won't heal."

"Oh no," Saylissa said as she looked towards Laurana. "She has to be in one piece for when the interrogators get her. We'll just�start the process." She looked back at Ronalg. "I want a full set of your slaving gear. Whips, prods, manacles, collars, leashes, everything."

Ronalg grinned widely. "Of course, anything for a guest."

"This will be sweet indeed," Eltia said as she stood in the deep porcelain bathtub, steaming water sluicing off her toned and taut body. Her full breasts stood out proudly from her chest as she arched her back and ran her hands through her blood red hair. The effect was only slightly spoiled by the wince as she stretched still sore muscles. "Your turn," she said to Almae as she stepped out of the water and bent over to pull the plug.

Dirty water swirled down the drain as Saylissa worked the hand bellows beneath the hot water tank and looked over at the silver haired young woman undressing in the corner of the large bathing room.

"Are you, are you sure this is going to work?" Almae asked quietly as Eltia turned the taps and began to refill the tub.

"Of course," Saylissa said, beads of sweat on her naked body, her breasts swinging gently as she bent over the hand bellows. "The hobgoblin is desperate to make as much steel as he can off the whore."

"But what if he just keeps all of us?" Almae said in a soft voice as she sank into the steaming water. Eltia slipped in behind her, wrapping long, tanned legs around Almae's lush body, breasts pressed against Almae's back.

"Don't worry yourself about that," Eltia said as she began to sluice water over Almae's head then began to work shampoo into the woman's lustrous silver hair. She worked her hands deep into Almae's hair, vigorously scubbing the dried remnants of mercenary come.

"I, I won't then," Almae said, then gasped as Saylissa slid into the tub in front of her, water sloshing over the sides. "Be careful, Saylissa," she moaned as the commander bent her head and began to rub soap and water over Almae's sweet bosom.

"But what to do with the whore until sundown," Eltia said as she used a wooden bowl to rinse Almae's hair clean.

"We're going to make her squeal," Saylissa said with smug smile. "First, I'm going to hogtie her. Then, I'm going to take my officer's baton and shove it right up that tight arse of her's until she's bawling like a virgin in the slave pens."

"Yes," Eltia said, her hands moving down through the water and parting Almae's thighs. "And while you do that, I want her licking me. I'm going to come and she's going to lick me clean with that little pink tongue of her's."

"What do you want to do to her, dear?" Saylissa whispered into Almae's ear, her hands cupping and slowly kneading Almae's breasts. Her thumbs drifted lightly over the woman's nipples, feeling them swell and rise under her delicate touch, slick and hard with the steaming, soapy water.

"I want to watch you two punish her," Almae moaned. "Make her crawl on her hands and knees, make her suffer."

"We'll make her suffer, Almae dearest," Eltia said softly. "Everything that was done to you will be done to her ten times over by the time we're through."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything."

"She'll be on her hands and knees," Saylissa said, heedless of the look of discomfort in Almae's eyes as she began to rub the woman's nipples harder, pinching and pulling ever so slightly. "I'll take her from behind with both of our batons. I'll work them like I was working that hand bellows. We'll let her scream and beg for us to stop and I'll see if she can take nearly as much up her dirty holes as rumor says she can."

"And then you'll give me the baton from her pussy and I'll make sure she licks it clean then sucks it," Eltia said. "Then I think I'll try on that strap-on that the hobgoblin sent up with the rest of the gear. I want to listen to her squeal as I fuck her ass while she's face down on the bed, head pushed into the pillow."

"I like that idea, Eltia," Saylissa said with a grin, one of her hands reaching down between Almae's thighs to join Eltia's in stroking and probing Almae's quim. "Maybe I'll put one on too and we can both take her at the same time."

"You wear one too, put it on and shove it up her whore arse. Make her squeal and cry as you fuck her with it, Almae," Eltia said. "We can fill all of her holes at once, see how much she sobs and whimpers and begs for us to stop. After that, I'm going to try out that whip on her. We can bend her over the table and tie her to it." She smirked. "Maybe if she's lucky I'll just put the whip handle up her pussy, let her off easy."

"Oh, she'll beg, she'll cry, and she'll beg," Saylissa said, slipping a finger into Almae's quim and smiling as the woman moaned and thrust against her. Eltia's joined her a second later and soon the silver-haired woman was writhing between them as they took turns kissing her deeply and sucking lewdly on her neck and ears. "And when we get tired, we'll make her beg us to let her lick us. She'll have to crawl the bed on all fours and lick each of us until we come."

"And if she isn't enthusiastic enough we'll whip her again," Eltia said. "I'll do that anyway, I love her scream, so pure and high. Like a song."

"Then, we'll do it all over again," Saylissa said to the sound of Almae's cries as she came, water splashing.

"Quick, if we hurry we can escape. Their guards are all half asleep or drunk or both," Laurana said, trying not to think of what activity had exhausted the mercenaries. "Just follow my lead and we can get out of her-"

She was cut off in mid-sentence as Eltia grabbed her arms and yanked her savagely towards the bed. The elf woman stumbled, crying out as the priestess expertly spun her, one arm twisting painfully behind her back, and forced the elf down onto the bed.

"Please try and move, it'll only hurt more," Eltia hissed into Laurana's ear. The cleric had dressed in her Dragonarmy chaplain's uniform, good solid leather shiny from wear. The uniform was a dark red, almost black, good for hiding the color of blood and treated with an alchemical mixture to shed liquids without staining.

The uniform itself covered Eltia from throat to ankle but left her arms bare unless she wore the accompanying tight leather uniform jacket. Heavy duty metal clasps ran up the front of her uniform and she began to undo them one by one, exposing lush cleavage as she pinned Laurana to the bed.

"Please, we have to get out of here! They're planning on selling us all to the slavers!" Laurana cried out, wincing as Eltia twisted her arm further. She tried to get her legs under her to shove back and up, but Eltia had her pressed to firmly into the bed.

"Oh no," Saylissa said as she pulled up a chair next to the bed and spun it around. She rested her arms on the back of the chair, her legs spread wide revealing that she wore nothing beneath her short red silk dressing robe. "They're planning to sell you, my golden whore," she said with a feral grin. "Sell you to us, in fact."

"You're captured," Eltia said and leaned forward, pressing her crotch against Laurana's perfectly curved buttocks. She rubbed herself against the elf maiden's bare skin, leather sliding sensuously. "We're going to take you with us all the way back to Neraka. And then you're going to be interrogated in the Death Cells."

"They're lying, they must be," Laurana gasped, twisting her head to look at Saylissa. "Please, they're mercenaries, you can't trust them."

"I don't trust them," Saylissa said sharply. "And they're your mercenaries. Your mercenaries who thought it would be fun to shove us up against a wall and bugger us, your mercenaries who shot their seed all over our faces and made us lick each other clean, your-" she cut off, breath rasping, breasts heaving underneath the thin silk. "You're the general, you are ultimately responsible for the conduct of your soldiers."

"And we have our own plans for the mercenaries," Eltia whispered into Laurana's ears. "Not so�imaginative as what will happen to you, but suitable revenge nonetheless. Stakes, gibbets, and crows will be involved."

Laurana looked around the room frantically as Eltia slid one leather gloved hand across her back and bent to sniff her hair. The elf princess shuddered weakly as she felt the human woman's tongue slide along her spine and then yelped as she was spanked firmly.

"Please, you," Laurana said to the third woman, obviously half-elven with the hair and delicate features of a Silvanesti, sitting at the table and watching the tableau silently. "Talk sense to them!"

"You're," the woman said and bit her lower lip pensively, "you're going to get exactly what you deserve now. I, I want you to make her scream, Eltia. Do what we planned to do to her."

"No, please," Laurana said as Eltia half-stood and grabbed both her arms, forcing them back until Saylissa could strap wide leather cuffs to each wrist and buckle them. "Don't, you're women like me, don't do this. This won't change anything!"

"You expect us to believe that we're like you?" Saylissa spat and shoved Laurana back down onto the bed. She and Eltia hauled the kicking and struggling elf onto the bed face down and grabbed her ankles. Working swiftly and efficiently they tied each ankle to a bedpost, spreading the elf's legs wide as she tugged and jerked at her bonds. "We're not pathetic, mewling weaklings like you elves or your Solamnics. We will be the ones who rule this world with the Dark Queen as our leader."

"Almae, you go first, fuck her right up the ass," Eltia said, tossing her crimson hair back and rubbing the sweat beading on her forehead.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Laurana gasped as Saylissa pressed her head against the bed. Laurana could see motion out of the corner's of her eyes but the third woman was out of sight. There was the sound of leather against skin and of buckles being tightened.

"Looks good on you," Eltia said with a smirk Laurana could hear. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a man, to have a cock to shove into some tight-assed princess's pussy. Maybe one of these days I'll try out a polymorph potion and see. But until then I think what Almae has will be plenty."

"Oh gods, think about what you're doing," Laurana moaned, "we have to escape, we have to get away." She couldn't see what the one called Almae was doing and she felt her heart skip a beat as someone crawled onto the bed and shuffled between her spread legs, hands running along the backs of her thighs and up to cup her buttocks. "Please!" she screamed as her ass was spread, revealing her tight nether hole.

Laurana squealed, body jerking wildly as Almae pressed the false cock against her asshole. Eltia and Saylissa pressed down on the elf's shoulders, keeping her still as Almae worked the carved wooden head against Laurana's ass. With a wail and squeal, Laurana threw her head back as the strap-on penetrated her.

"That's the way," Eltia said, stroking Laurana's hair with her free hand. "Nice and easy, get it all in there, good. Now pull back," she said as Laurana wailed.

"She's too tight, it's hard to move it," Almae said worriedly.

"Just put more weight into it," Eltia said. "Don't worry about hurting her, that's the point of this."

"No, gods, take it out, just stop," Laurana sobbed into the bed.

"See, that's what you want to hear from her," Eltia cooed. "Now back in, thrust hard, put your entire body weight into it!" Laurana shrieked and sobbed beneath the women. "Now, lean forward, put your hands on her shoulders to hold her down."

Almae did as she was instructed and the other women moved back to enjoy the view. "Good, very good," Eltia said. "Maybe I'll put in a request for you to be my interrogation assistant." She smiled. "Now work it in and out, harder. Harder!"

Laurana writhed beneath Almae, breath coming in short gasps. She felt the woman fall forward onto her, hands squeezing underneath her body to cup and fondle her breasts. The woman was panting into her ear, muttering something in Silvanesti. "Slut, slut, slut, whore, yes, slut, whore," Laurana realized with a moan of further humiliation.

"You'd better get used to this," Eltia said as she leaned forward, stroking Almae's sweat slick back as the woman pumped into Laurana. "This is only a tier two interrogation technique back in Neraka."

Eltia paused and grabbed Laurana's hair, wrapping her fist in it and jerking it away to force Laurana to look at her. "Tier one would be you on your knees, hands tied like they are now, and being face fucked by a guard. But I think you've taken so much cock into that sweet little mouth of your's that you'd be quite used to sucking men off by now."

Eltia ran a gloved fingertip across Laurana's panting and moaning lips. "So when I'm in charge of your interrogation I'm going to go to Tier three first. You'll be chained to a wall or a table depending on which cell we have you in. Then a dozen very lucky guards will be allowed into your cell. Oh yes, a dozen," Eltia said in response to a sudden gasp and moan of despair.

"They'll have strict orders to take you one at a time. This is so that we can all hear you bed for mercy. And you will be begging for mercy. I once had a rich, noble Solamnic lady to interrogate. Oh, she got through Tier one fine, I guess she'd spent plenty of time sucking off servants at her fine country estate. Tier two, that was rougher, she started to cry and whimper like you are now, sounds so sweet to me and the one pumping her ass. But she still was resisting. Then I gave her a night to rest and washed her and we went to tier three the next morning. We like to start either in the morning or as night falls because a tier three can take a long time to finish if it's done right.

"She got through two draconians before she started begging us to stop. It was quite amusing really, being raped by a human was one thing, being violated by a draconian was too much for her. By the time the twelth draconian was done fucking her she was offering up her own sisters to us.

"She had broken so we stopped the tier three there. But to really perform a proper tier three we would have had the draconians take turns fucking her mouth and making her swallow. Sometimes we have them come all over the woman, depends on the prisoner, it's really a judgement call on the part of the interrogator. Usually we do half and half just to make things simple.

"After that the draconians would have been allowed unchain her legs and start fucking her ass. That's the good thing about draconians, they can go for three times quite easily. A human male would be able to go for about two times on average. For you though, I think we'd need draconians. Since I think you'll be going all the way through tier three and into tier four."

"W-why?" Laurana moaned softly. Almae had collapsed onto her back and was rotating her hips, grinding herself against Laurana's ass.

"Well, I don't think you'll break easily at all. And also because you'll be interrogated to humiliated and break you totally, not just for whatever scraps of information you might have in that pretty little head. Now," Eltia said as Almae groaned and shuddered with a deep, draining orgasm. "Tier four."

Laurana began to weep, tears running down her face as she felt Almae pull of her and the one called Saylissa move into place. She began to sob as another false cock was pushed at her still tight arse and a sneering voice said into her ear, "This is nothing. We've got all day with you, slut."

"Tier four," Eltia said loudly, drawing Laurana's attention back. "For Tier four you're bound hand and foot but otherwise left free to move. That's because tier four relies heavily on multiple penetrations and violations at simultaneously. You'll be taken to a cell housing the male slave population.

"These men will be those slaves who have shown obedience and acceptance of their new place in life. As such, you will be their reward. You'll only be in there for one hour, but there will be thirty slaves wanting a turn with you. Don't worry, they know that if they damage you in any way they'll be spitted on a roasting spike and served to the draconians. But, as you can imagine, thirty men, three holes, sixty minutes. You can do the math, I'm sure. It becomes quite the race to find a hole to violate, makes for quite the amusing interrogation session. We bet on how many men will be able to get off into or on you before time runs out."

Laurana was no longer listening, she had her face buried in the bedspread as was sobbing as Saylissa pounded her rear hole, jerking on her long blonde mane in time with each thrust.

"Ah, well, she'll find out soon enough," Eltia said. "Move back, Saylissa," she said as she undid the catch on her uniform breeches. "I want to put that use to something more than bawling and begging."