House Renor Drathir Chapter 3: The Preparation

House Renor Drathir Chapter 3: The Preparation

Chapter 3

The Preparation

 

Ssinss sensed the arrival of her trio of hunters and decided to make them wait to see what the three would do with their catch if left to their own devices long enough. She trusted them as much as one could ever trust a male but constantly made them prove their loyalty and earn the freedoms she gave them such as leaving the Under Dark for this hunting trip she sent them on.

She had learned the hard way over the years that keeping one’s lesser males in her pits distracted with something like a surface elf helped to keep them in line making her role as Matron much easier. Not to mention, she loved to hear them make the little things scream, groan, moan and finally whimper as their spirits are broken while their bodies are used and abused so ruthlessly. The ones that begged for her children’s touch seemed to please Lloth the most when sacrificed and that was always good for Ssinss and her house however, the surface elves were getting smarter and harder to catch unawares starting to cause her problems but that was a matter for another day.

Tonight she would make sure that Olist, Z’ress and Maligore had brought her exactly what she asked for then if they had, it would be time to prepare the gift properly for her male’s entertainment. She smirks to herself knowing how much fun her males will have defiling the loathsome surface elf.

Slipping into the room silently to see what her pets are doing with their catch she is nicely surprised to find that they are simply keeping watch over their captive as they were told. She will have to reward them if they have completed the rest of their mission as well.

Stepping out of the shadows near the bound elfess, her eyes moving over the loathsome creature critically, assessing every inch of her to be sure that she will serve her purpose and be able to survive her initiation into the realm of being the sex toy for a group of male drow among other plans in the works. Satisfied that the female will do, she sits in her chair facing the bound form of the female and finally speaks.

“Olist, remove the hood so I can see what it looks like.” Without hesitation Olist moves gracefully and silently over to do his Mistress’ bidding, bending down, he loosens the hood then yanks it off letting the small elf’s head hit the floor a bit roughly. His task done he moves back to where he was standing out of the Matron’s way. Ssinss watches the small creature with mild interest to see its reaction and isn’t disappointed.

Inwë gives a muffled yip when her head hits the floor, blinking a few times to focus, finding even the dim light a bit bright after the total darkness of the hood. She gasps around her gag and her eyes get wide with fear as she tries to scoot away from the drowess sitting so proudly and smugly in her ornate chair.

Ssinss gives an amused and cynical laugh as the little one squirms and tries to get away, loving the look of fear in her eyes, her voice is almost a soft purr when she speaks to her. “You will have real reason to be afraid soon enough you vile little light lover. Z’ress sit the little thing up while Maligore pours this potion down her throat.” She hands Maligore the open potion bottle and watches the two carry out her wishes.

Z’ress has no problem sitting the small elf up and holding her roughly and tightly with one arm around her, the other hand reaching up to roughly grab her hair and yank her head back to hold it there for Maligore. He takes the potion from his Mistress and smirks as he advances to tower over the little elf that Z’ress is holding so very tightly and still for him. He reaches out with his empty hand and very roughly yanks the bandana from around her head enjoying the squeal of shocked surprise that she makes when he does, he quickly tosses it aside and pulls the wadded up piece of cloth from her mouth, drops it to the floor and with no warning, he shoves the open end of the potion bottle between her lips and holds her nose shut so that she has no choice but to swallow the strange tasting liquid that ensures her infertility for at least a week. When he’s poured the entire bottle down the elves throat he lets go of her nose and gives her an evil smirk when he notices her tears then, moves to set the empty bottle on a nearby table.

Ssinss sits back and gets very comfortable enjoying the show that her males are putting on for her with the little surface elf. She couldn’t have asked for better amusement especially now that the pitiful thing is crying. “Keep holding her like that Z’ress so that Olist and Maligore can cut those distasteful clothes from it, it will have no need of them in the future.”

Needing no other urging, the two men descend upon the small elf while Z’ress stands her up so that they can cut her clothes off easier. Their daggers sharper than razors make quick work of the elf’s small amount of clothing, letting its shreds fall to the floor and expose every inch of her pale soft flesh to them all. Every one of the males gives a chuckle when she whimpers and more tears slide down her pale cheeks. Before they can move away from the small thing Ssinss issues another command. “Untie her then hold her spread for me so that I can see what my slaves are going to get to play with.” With surprising speed the three males cut the ropes from the elf and hold her spread eagle so that their Matron can see everything that she wishes to, taking obvious enjoyment in the small elf’s distressed whimpers and tears while they go about their work.

She stands up gracefully and slowly walks around them, her eyes moving over the elfess like she’s assessing a piece of property, when she stops in front of the vile little female, she kicks her legs further apart, loving the yip she gets and how quickly the males move to hold the elf tighter and spread her legs further. She leans close to the frightened little thing gazing coldly into her tear filled eyes. “Tell me you vile little light lover, have you ever been fucked by a male?” Laughs evilly at the shocked look on the elf’s face not needing any more answer than that, she walks by each male, nips at his ear and whispers to him: “good boy” before going back to her chair and sitting down.

“All of you, shackle her to the ceiling and floor in that spot, spread as wide as you can without dislocating anything then, come here.” They all laugh evilly when the little elf whimpers and struggles uselessly while the three males shackle her securely in the middle of the room spread as wide as her arms and legs will allow. The elfess quite nicely secure all three of the males almost in perfect unison walk over to kneel in front of their Mistress to await her next command.

She smiles almost tenderly at her trio of males that have pleased her greatly by completing their task not only perfectly but faster than she expected them to. She hands Olist several pills as she gives her next command to him: “feed those to the vile little thing and be sure that she swallows all five of them. We want to make sure that she is very ready before we throw her into the pit, it wouldn’t do for them to break their new toy before they get to play with her long.”

 

Olist looks at the pills in his hand that build one’s sexual desire ten fold each and laughs, the sound cold and evil instead of jovial sends shivers down the small elfess’ spine. He stands up, pours a small glass of water and walks over to the creature that’s held so nicely spread eagle, his eyes moving over her with contempt, he smirks at her and grabs her nose roughly, as she tries to shake his hand off, he hisses at her: “stop moving or I’ll shove them up your tight little white ass.” His smirk is back when her eyes get wider with fright and terror and she stops moving. “Good girl” he says as he drops all five pills into her open mouth then quickly pours a large amount of the water in after them, tilting his head and watching her with a bit of interest as she almost gags on it all but eventually swallows all of the pills. That done, he sets the empty glass back on the table and returns to kneeling in front of his Mistress who has a deliciously evil grin on her face.

She hands each of them a vial of lotion then points to the bound elfess giving her next command to them: “you will cover every single inch of her skin with this lotion be sure not to miss anything my pets.” An evil smile spreads slowly across her lips as the elfess screams her objections before she’s even touched and wiggles very provocatively in her restraints.

While the males move to the little elf and start rubbing the lotion liberally on the almost hysterical little thing’s hands and feet, she speaks to her: “Hush now little one, you will enjoy this, I promise and you will enjoy the touch of my males even more when they are done, the lotion they are so liberally apply to your weak pale flesh enhances pleasure to ensure that you will not only enjoy every touch but mixed with the pills, you will soon crave the touch of my males with every fiber of your being .”

She shifts in her chair a bit as she watches her males slide their soft hands over the frail white flesh of the elf, the contrast quite a lovely sight to behold. The whimpering and crying of the little elfess adds to her pleasure as she watches her males intently. Smirking a bit she issues them another command: “no no no my pets, act like you are enjoying what you’re doing, play with the little thing, tease her, show her how wonderfully all of you can use your hands to pleasure a woman but do not give her enough to make her cum yet and don’t forget to coat the inside of her tight little holes my pets.” She laughs coldly when the little elfess screams her objections to the command, the little thing’s whimpers and cries music to the Matron’s ears and the struggle to get away from the attention that very very soon she will be begging and pleading for makes her smirk to herself.

Inwë can’t help but scream and whimper and cry at the bizarre situation she has so suddenly found herself in. None of this makes any sense at all to her. A million questions run through her mind. Why would the drow not have killed her already? What are they doing to her? She screams her frustration, indignation and rage at the drowess when she commands the males so coldly to put their hands on her bare flesh.

Their hands… so many warm soft hands sliding over her bare flesh, they’re easy to ignore at first, coating her hands and feet as she screams wildly and tries to get out of her shackles. Her eyes go wide with disbelief at the drowess’ words about the lotion and the pills, not believing that such things exist yet somehow, she knows that the drowess isn’t lying, she whimpers and fresh tears of frustration, confusion and humiliation slide down her cheeks as she tries pointlessly again to get free of the shackles that hold her spread wide in the most vulnerable position she’s ever experienced.

Their six hands slide purposefully over her bare flesh the sensation not completely terrible but not overly nice either as the males perform their duty a bit roughly. Suddenly, upon their Mistress’ command their touch changes and it makes her whimper. So many hands suddenly almost tender and lovingly caress her cool flesh and spread the lotion very liberally up her arms and legs. Two males work on her arms while one is knelt down in front of her working his way slowly up both her legs. She closes her eyes and tries to block it all out but those hands… she can’t quite seem to block them out of her mind in fact, when she closes her eyes her mind tries to dwell on the new sensations that they’re so wonderfully sending through her making her moan very softly.

Ssinss tilts her head to the side and moves to the edge of her chair when she hears the very soft moan from the elf, making sure she heard right before she whispers soft encouragements to her males: “that’s it my pets, keep going, you’re doing a wonderful job.” She sits back and watches the show intently knowing that soft moan means the pills, lotion and hands of her pets are all working to do their job on the helpless little elfess. She almost envies the poor little thing as the three males move their hands expertly over her exposed flesh.

She moans very softly again as those wonderful hands move ever closer towards the center of her body where she seems to want them to go. She tries to struggle against the drug that’s clouding her mind but those wonderful sensations keep pulling her deeper into that fog that has her no longer struggling in her shackles but relaxing in them as she starts to enjoy the feel of the six warm and talented hands moving so boldly over her bare never before touched flesh.

Her youth and inexperience don’t stand a chance against the wickedly ingenious ways the drow have to pleasure someone or to torture them. Their hands are moving everywhere but where she wants them. Almost all of her flesh has been heavily covered in the enhancing lotion, the males intentionally avoiding her more sensitive areas, smirking evilly as the little thing starts to moan louder and her little inexperienced hips start to wiggle and squirm for them. They nod to each other and stop touching her to make sure their hands are heavily coated in the lotion before positioning themselves to deliver the final touches that they know are going to drive their little captive absolutely wild especially since the pills have started to kick in. Olist is behind her, Z’ress stands in front of her and Maligore is knelt down in front of her. As one, all of their hands move back to the fair skinned captive’s body.

She gasps and tenses in her restrains when they all assault her virgin body at exactly the same moment. Two hands grab her breasts, roughly and sensually fondling them, almost instantly making her perky little nipples start to get hard, two more hands grab her ass just as roughly, squeezing and spreading her so that the next two hands can simultaneously shove two fingers into her tiny little ass and two fingers into her hot tight pussy while his thumb rubs the lotion almost brutally into her swollen little clit. Her confused body has no idea which way to move as it’s overwhelmed with exquisite sensations of pleasure that make her moan, groan and whimper to them as her breathing gets rapidly heavier.

“STOP!!” her tone leaves no room for argument when she commands her pets that very obediently, pull away from the little elf instantly leaving her to wiggle and squirm all alone hanging in the middle of the room whimpering at the loss of all those new and wonderful sensations. Smiling when her pets obey her immediately, she cocks her head to the side watching the vile creature writhe and squirm with her first true taste of her base animalistic cravings that will if unanswered drive her quite insane with pleasure and the pain of having no release from it could kill one as fragile as a surface elf.