Lesbian BDSM High Fantasy Bundle (f/f, dubious consent, bondage) (4 page)

"You scream beautifully." Eliza knew.
Somehow, despite it all, she knew. That Nalia was addicted to the
pain, fed off it, wanted more.

"More, please. Just a little more." Nalia
was almost there, her hips were already rocking with the rhythm
that would bring her sweet release, only a few more blows.

But Eliza had other ideas. She reached
between Nalia's legs. Helpless to stop her, the sorceress watched
in horror as Eliza lifted away her skirt, her underclothes, and
placed her cold hands on Nalia's burning hot clit. She could feel
it now, see Nalia's burning desire, any doubts she might have had
were vanished.

Just her touch made Nalia's body thrust
forward, hoping for more.

"Not just yet, my eager friend." Eliza
smiled, "But I can see that there is much evil in you. The
purification may begin."

Nalia shuddered. If the purification were
anything like this, she would lose her mind, a slave to her own
lusts. She could not let that happen.

Summoning all her strength, Nalia made her
last gambit.

"And what about you? It seems there is much
wickedness in you as well, Sister Eliza."

To Nalia's surprise, the girl nodded sadly.
"I fear that I enjoy this ritual too much. When it is over, I must
turn myself in for punishment."

"What if... what if..." Nalia searched
desperately. This was it she knew, this might be her only way
out.

"What if, I purified you instead, so that
you would not have to face punishment."

Eliza's face lit up, but then darkened with
suspicion. "You know the purification rituals? You would not betray
me?"

Nalia managed a weak smile, "I cannot betray
you, the collar is still around my neck. And the Red Witches have
many purification rituals. Some even stronger then your own." She
had her now.

"Stronger? What would the Red Witches know
of removing evil?"

"Let me show you."

Eliza hesitated, then nodded. "The ritual
will be stronger if I am pure of mind and body. What must I
do?"

The priestess undid Nalia's bindings, gently
massaging her arms, ankles, and legs as she did so.

Even free, Nalia could feel her body's
warmth, a pleasant sensation that ebbed whenever she paused to
study Eliza's perfect shoulders. Her body still cried out for
release. Not now, she thought, just a little while longer.

"What must I do?" Eliza asked, the nervous
girl that Nalia had first met making her return.

Nalia was uncomfortably aware of her exposed
chest. Giving orders to someone wearing more clothes than her felt
strange and out of place. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her
skirt, her last shred of modesty, and attempted her most commanding
voice.

"If you are to be purified, you must wear
the uniform of the penitent." Nalia said slowly, guessing at the
proper words. "Remove that symbol of the pure."

Eyes full of uncertainty, Eliza undid the
cords binding her robe shut and let it fall to the ground.
Underneath, the priestess wore nothing at all. Nalia let her gaze
linger on the younger girl's body. Yes, she wanted that, she would
have that. The sorceresses's need was almost palpable.

How could it not be, Nalia thought. Eliza's
small, eager breasts were flushed with desire. Her short legs met
in a perfect 'U' outlining her light brown curls. Even her toes
curled delightfully, promising untold pleasures.

On a hunch, Nalia put her hand between
Eliza's legs. The girl squeaked in terror and embarrassment as
Nalia's hand found her slickness. Eliza's legs were coated in her
desire. "There is much wickedness in you." Nalia intoned as her
hand slowly explored Eliza's divine opening.

"Lick." Nalia commanded, bringing her hand
up to Eliza's face.

The priestess's eyes opened even wider.
"No...no..."

Nalia shook her head sadly. "It is the only
way. You tested my wickedness did you not? Now you must test your
own."

That was enough. Eliza's mouth leaned
forward, closing on each of Nalia's fingers in turn.

"And?"

"There is..." Eliza stuttered, "There is
much wickedness in me."

"Mmmm, there is indeed. Did you enjoy that?
Do not lie."

Eliza nodded.

"We must stem the tide." Nalia knelt down,
motioning for Eliza to come closer.

Eliza squeaked in surprise as Nalia's tongue
found her parted, wet lips. "I've... I've never... with
girl..."

Nalia could have admitted that neither had
she, but she had some ideas and she wasn't sure she could stop her
tongue even if she wanted to. Her hands gently massaged Eliza's
waist, pressing in ever so slightly on her belly.

Her tongue danced around Eliza's clit, she
was rewarded with a gasp every time it touched down. Eliza's body
quivered at Nalia's touch, the girl showed her emotions like a
book, and Nalia soon discovered that her ass was especially
sensitive.

She pulled the girl closer, massaging her
cheeks even as her tongue moved to Eliza's pussy. As it pressed in,
the priestess's body tensed and letting out shrill scream. Eliza
brought one hand to her mouth to bite on, while her other hand
gripped Nalia's hair, pulling it toward her.

The message was unmistakable. More, Eliza
was crying out.

Nalia's tongue tasted Eliza's sweet nectar,
rubbing back and forth as it gradually worked its way into Eliza's
pussy. Every time her tongue moved along Eliza's sheath, the poor
girl shuddered.

Eliza's knees were trembling in anticipation
and desire.

Swiftly, Nalia moved to finish her, her
hands reached up above her head, grabbing Eliza's breasts. Her
thumbs found the girl's nipples and her fingers massaged the
flesh.

Eliza could not result the double assault on
her breasts and cunt. Letting out a long suppressed moan of
ecstasy, her body gave way. She collapsed onto to Nalia,
convulsions wracking through her body.

It was more than a minute before her legs
released Nalia's head.

"That was... amazing." Eliza gushed. Nalia
nodded knowingly, although her cunt was aching more than ever. Make
her do the same to you a voice cried.

But Nalia knew better. The priestess was
hers for now, and she must not waste it.

Nalia rose to her feet, still supporting the
tender priestess.

"That was just to stop the spread of evil.
There is another ritual. Known only to the Red Witches. Even more
powerful. Powerful enough to purify you."

Eliza wanted it. "Yes, yes, we must do this
ritual next."

Nalia shook her head sadly. "It requires my
powers. And they..." she ran a finger over her collar.

"Then the collar must go!" The girl declared
with surprising ferocity.

She removed it with a touch, as if it had
never been secured on at all.

Nalia was free. She could feel her power
returning to her fingertips. She might be able to escape now. Kill
the girl, rescue Raum, destroy this place, a voice inside her
whispered.

But Nalia's eyes lingered on Eliza, she
could see the desire in the girl's body, the hope in her eyes, the
sweat between her breasts. Nalia put a hand under her own skirt.
Her own pussy was a furnace. Her underclothes were soaked.

Something touched Nalia's heart, or perhaps
a bit lower. "On your knees, girl. Hands on the ground"

Eliza obeyed. Nalia pressed down her exposed
back, forcing her chest to the floor and raising her ass into the
air. "Where does lust live?"

"In... in my ass," Eliza managed.

Nalia slapped. Eliza screamed. "And you have
so much lust."

Nalia pressed her finger against Eliza's
second opening. "No... no, please. Anywhere but there."

"But here is where your lust is, don't you
want to be purified?" Nalia probed, testing her resistance.

"I... I..." the girl stammered.

Nalia's other hand found Eliza's pussy, it
was even wetter than before. Stroking her finger softly over the
priestess's clit, Nalia murmured into her ear, "And while your
mouth may lie, your body does not."

Eliza could only moan, arcing her body and
pressing her soft breasts in the ground. Her ass wavered
uncertainly in the air for a moment.

Nalia pressed her advantage, her finger
slipped into Eliza's ass. "There, there." She murmured as Eliza
groaned.

But if her mouth her silent, her body was
ecstatic. Her hips moved against Nalia's hand, pressing, demanding
more.

Nalia ran her tongue down Eliza's back,
savoring the tension in her muscles, and pressed her finger just a
little farther in.

Eliza broke. With a scream, she brought her
legs together, bucking frantically against the air as her muscles
convulsed.

Nalia brought a second finger into her ass,
as her hips rose and fell, desperately fucking Nalia's fingers.
"Fuck me!" the girl cried in delirium.

And as suddenly as she started, Eliza
collapsed. Her ass fell to the ground and she lay motionless. Tears
stained her eyes.

"Eliza?" Nalia asked tenderly.

"Oh it's all ruined isn't it?"

"It is?"

"I haven't been purified at all, I just want
more. It was always my secret you know. Whenever anyone brushed
against my ass, I became... well... you know."

"Horny as a bitch in heat?" Nalia helpfully
supplied.

Eliza blushed. "Yes. And now... how can I go
back now? I want to feel like that again. I want to feel like that
every day. Am I so very wicked?"

Nalia smiled, stroking her hair. "You are.
So very, very wicked. Come with me, and I will show you pleasures
beyond your wildest dreams."

Her eyes opened wide. "With you? You're...
escaping?"

Nalia nodded. "With my powers back, if
you'll show me to Raum's chamber, we can be on our way."

Eliza shook her head. Her hand reaching
beneath Nalia's skirt. "Not yet. Not while you're... well... I mean
it just wouldn't be right."

Nalia meant to object, meant to tell her
that escape was more important whatever her body wanted, but her
mouth was covered in Eliza's soft lips.

The priestess's tongue forced its way into
Nalia's mouth and tore away her breath. Her hands pulled at Nalia's
skirt as her breasts pushed against Nalia's chest.

Nalia had never been so close to another
women. Eliza was burning up as if she might catch on fire at any
moment. Her tongue suckled Nalia's nipples, teased her earlobes,
and traced a path between her breasts and down to her stomach.

Nalia was in such a fog of pleasure she
almost didn't hear the click of the collar.

"Wha-!" She tried to ask, but instead she
felt fire seeping through her body.

"I know your secret too. I know that you
relish the pain."

No, Nalia wanted to scream, but she couldn't
find the voice. Her mind might deny the pleasure, but her body
could not.

Nalia fell to her knees, arms on the ground,
cunt waving in the air, in the same position Eliza had been a
moment ago.

Eliza's mouth found Nalia's womanhood, her
fingers found her clit.

Alternating waves of pleasure and pain
rocked Nalia's body, each one building on the other. Eliza's tongue
was inside her, igniting her sheath in ways that she had never
imagined.

Nalia's hips moved to meet her tongue.
Deeper, she thought, as her hips rocked back and forth
violently.

Eliza twisted her clit and Nalia almost
passed out from the dual waves of pleasure and pain that washed
through her.

Sharp nails bit into her sides, scratching
her flanks as her body came down again and again onto Eliza's
waiting, hungry tongue.

Nalia's body shook at her orgasm, unable to
contain the pleasure she let out a cry. Her climax washed over and
through her, touching her shoulders, her nipples, her cunt, her
thighs. Every part felt the release, felt the twin agony and
ecstasy.

A second orgasm followed on the heels of the
first before Nalia collapsed in exhaustion.

"No time for that," Eliza said, offering her
a hand, "We have to escape."

“Do you think they'll win?” Eva asked as the
soldiers marched past the small temple.

“The Goddess will watch over them, that is
all we ever know,” Sister Karina answered.

Eva was still a novice, but in a year,
perhaps two, she would become a sister as well. And she knew a
white lie when she heard it.

“That's not an answer at all,” Eva
complained, pulling at her white priestess's robes. It was what
everyone, novice and sister alike, wore.

As she did so, she made sure to keep the
white hood pulled up and over her sharp ears.

The king's men had no hatred for elves, but
neither did they love them. It was always best not to stir up
trouble.

Karina had no such worries. Tall with
piercing green eyes and dark hair, she was Eva's opposite in every
way. The short, fair haired elf envied her in more way than
one.

“If you must know,” Karina said after the
soldiers were well on their way, “I think they're going to be
slaughtered.”

“Karina!” Eva was shocked.

“Trog the Terrible has beaten every army
sent against him so far. He's smart for an orc. Too smart.”

“But you said the Goddess will watch over
them,” Eva protested. Trog prayed to his terrible maimed orc gods.
But surely they could not endure the mercy of the Goddess.

“The Goddess watches over every man. And she
watched over General Raeadin as well.”

Eva had no reply to that. General Raeadin
and all his men had been lost. Not killed. Just one day they
marched out into the wilds and were never heard from again.

“Do you think he'll come back? He gave me a
flower, you know.” Eva remembered it wistfully. Raeadin had shone
magnificently in his black and gold armor and he had stopped to
giving her, just a novice, a yellow rose.

“No,” Karina said softly, “I don't think
he'll be coming back.”

Eva stared up. The day was still young but
the hot sun was already piercing into the forest that surrounded
the temple.

East, where the King's men had marched, the
forest grew even denser. There it became the wilds, a place of
spiders and orcs and worse.

Eva knew she should get back to work, there
were floors to be swept and meat to be hung and there were always
prayers to say.

Instead she lingered in the sunlight with
Karina.

“Do you think the traveler is right?” Eva
asked after a little while.

Most days, there was a traveler or two to be
fed, often wounded if they were heading out of the wilds.

“About what?”

“He claims he saw a dark elf.”

Karina scoffed. “You'd best hope he is
wrong, they say dark elves take maiden elves and force them to do
unspeakable acts before selling them in their slave auctions.”

“Nobody says that.” Eva hated it when Karina
teased her about being an elf. She'd always felt different, left
out, everywhere but here. Now that she finally fit in, she didn't
like being reminded of the old days.

“The traveler said he had coal black skin
and purple eyes and white hair. Just like a dark elf.”

Karina shrugged. “I've talked to a lot of
travelers heading in and out of the wilds, and I've never heard
about one seeing a dark elf. They live deep underground, you
know.”

Eva nodded. “To get away from us.” She
wondered what her people had done to make the dark elves hate them
so much.

“Eva. Karina,” a sharp voice behind them
reprimanded, “The traveler needs his bandages changed and holy
water for the spider venom.”

“Yes, Sister Sara,” the two said in unison.
It seemed that the sunlight was going to have to wait.

***

They came in the night.

Cold hands, black as ash, clamped over her
mouth when she tried to scream.

Then bright purple eyes appeared in front of
her face.
“If you scream, you will die. We will not.” The woman's voice was
soft and deadly.

Eva believed her.

“Nod once if you understand.”

Eva nodded.

The hand left her mouth and for a moment she
sucked in gasps of air.

Then she was hoisted over a shoulder like a
sack of potatoes as the woman and her companions made their way out
into the night.

Eva couldn't tell how many there were.
Sometimes it seemed like she was alone, sometimes it seemed she was
surrounded by dozens.

The dark elves were quiet as shadows.

Eva's heart quailed as she realized that the
trees they were passing were getting thicker.

East. They were heading east. Into the
wilds.

She thought about screaming then, but they
were too far from the temple, too far from help. She might have had
a chance if she'd acted the moment they took the hand off her
mouth.

No, Eva thought, glancing at the blackened
silver mail the elves wore like a second skin and the vicious whip
that hung from the woman's belt.

She never had a chance.

***

They traveled east and then they traveled
down.

Deep into pitch black caverns where Eva
could see nothing except the occasional glow of purple eyes in the
darkness.

Eventually, she fell asleep.

When she awoke, she knew that she was deep
underground. She could feel the weight of the earth pressing down
around her.

The caverns were no longer dark, instead
glowing mushrooms and lichen attached all over the floors, walls,
and ceilings, provided more than enough light to make out her
surroundings.

And her kidnappers.

There were five of them. Four men and one
woman, all with flowing white hair and jet black skin.

The men were dressed like warriors in tight
silver mail with vicious swords by their sides.

The woman was a priestess. Even Eva,
inexperienced as she was, could not miss it. Flowing purple and
black robes marked her as a disciple of Loth, the evil dark elf
spider queen.

“Awake, Woodling?” The priestess had locked
onto Eva with her terrible purple eyes.

The elf nodded. A thousand questions
hammered her head, but none she dared ask.

“I am Zora, servant of the Dark Market.”

Eva swallowed. The way Zora said 'Dark
Market' made it sound like the most terrible place in the
world.

“Woodling, do you know what that is?”

Eva finally found her small, trembling
voice, “No.”

Zora's eyes flashed with anger, her hand
flew to her whip. “Woodling, you will address me as mistress.” She
leaned in. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Eva sensed her mistake immediately,
but before she could correct it, coiled leather was slashing
through the air.

The lash ignored her outstretched hand and
found her shoulder instead.

Eva let out a scream as the whip parted her
white robe effortlessly and left a long red mark.

“Yes, what?” Zora demanded, towering over
the frightened elf.

“Yes, Mistress,” Eva blurted out through her
tears.

She could feel her heart beating in fear.
Fear and something else. Something dark. Something that terrified
her even more than Zora.

“Very good.” Zora eyed her for a moment.
Then, satisfied, she continued as if she were never interrupted.
“The Dark Market is place where flesh is bought and sold.”

Zora's cool hand ran down Eva's face and
lingered over her stinging shoulder. “Do you know how much your
flesh is worth, Woodling?”

“No. Mistress.” Eva remembered just in
time.

The priestess's eyes blazed. “A maiden
surface elf, still shrouded in her innocence. You are worth a
hundred
mensh
.”

“But,” Eva said not understanding, “Why,
Mistress?”
A wicked smile took over Zora's face. “If you knew that, Woodling,
you wouldn't be innocent anymore, would you?”

“Come,” Zora said rather than let Eva
contemplate her dark fate, “From here on you walk.”

“But, I don't have any shoes. Mistress.” Eva
looked down at her bare feet. She had after all been sleeping when
they took her.

Zora snapped her fingers and one of the
other dark elves appeared beside her. “Fetch the robes of illusion
for our elf maiden. And,” Zora said glancing at Eva's bare feet,
“Some boots.”

“Yes, Commander. Underclothes?”

Zora licked her lips, “They won't be
necessary.” Her gaze made Eva feel uncomfortable.

By the time the dark elf returned, Eva was
sweating under Zora's gaze. Her thin robe was sticking to her in
places that a sister of the Goddess was not to supposed to dwell
on.

Zora pointed her whip at Eva, “Take off your
clothes, Woodling.”

“What, here?” Eva asked desperately, her
eyes darting to the four warriors. “But, Mistress-”

Eva flinched back as Zora cracked her whip
in the air. “Woodling, it was not a request.”

Still clinging desperately to some shred of
dignity, Eva asked, “Would it be alright if they turned around,
Mistress?”

Zora gave her an incredulous look for a long
moment. Eva thought she was going to lash her again.

Instead, the priestess let out a long laugh.
“Very well, Woodling. Turn around.”
“Yes, Commander,” said the warrior next to her as he spun
around.

Farther away, Eva saw the others turning
away as well. That was something at least.

“Now, strip. It's long past time I examined
you.”

“Examine, Mistress?” Eva's hand was frozen
reaching for the rope that bound her robe.

Zora's eyes narrowed, “The Dark Market
accepts only the best flesh. Which means it is my responsibility to
inspect you.”

Eva didn't like that word at all, but she
didn't have a great deal of choice.

Blushing, she let her robe fall to her
feet.

She could feel that dark beast inside trying
to get out. Give in to the pleasure, the beast urged her.

“Arms out,” Zora instructed.

And Eva was forced to let go of her breasts
and uncover the mound between her legs.

“Excellent,” Zora mused as she pressed her
whip against Eva's ass.

Eva let out a cry of surprise as Zora
pressed her finger between her ass cheeks.

“Mistress!”

Zora laughed as her hands moved up Eva's
exposed sides.

Eva could feel goosebumps following her
touch.

“Tell me, Woodling,” Zora asked as she
leaned her mouth next to Eva's ear. “What did they teach you at
that temple?”

Relieved to get a question she could answer,
the words tumbled out of Eva's mouth.

“Prayer, and cleaning, and healing, lots
of-”

She screamed. Not a little, chaste maiden's
scream, but a full throated scream of terror.

Zora had grabbed her breasts. Her hands were
testing the soft flesh, pushing and pulling it every which way.

Under Zora's fingertips, Eva felt her
nipples harden.

“You like that, don't you Woodling? Not so
innocent after all?”

“No, Mistress, I-I-” Eva's protest was cut
short by a moan of pleasure. Zora's hands played her body like an
instrument, and she knew every string, every note.

“Well, your breasts are good enough. A
little small, but that's to be expected from a surface elf.”

Eva was suddenly uncomfortably aware of
Zora's own chest against her back.

“Tell me, Woodling, when I put a hand
between your legs, are you going to scream again? That last one was
exquisite.”

“I-I, don't know, Mistress,” Eva managed
between gasps. Her core was heating up, when Zora reached down, she
would find her shame already on fire.

Eva pinched her eyes shut.

“Wet already?” Zora said as her finger
brushed Eva's aching slit. For once, Eva managed to contain
herself.

“No, Mistress. I mean, yes, Mistress.”

“A pity we don't have more time,” Zora said
as she brought her finger to Eva's lips, “Lick.”

Eva tried to resist, but her body was
already conditioned to Zora's commands.

She closed her eyes as she tasted the sweet
proof of her own desire on Zora's fingertip.

“But, we must be on our way. Put this on.”
Zora tossed her the Robe of Illusion that the warrior had fetched
earlier.

“Mistress?”

“It will cloak you in illusion. You will
appear as a dark elf priestess. You will look like one, talk like
one, and move like one.”

Eva thought she understood as she slipped
the purple and black robe over her head.

“But, why?”

Zora turned her purple eyes on Eva.

“Because where we're going is the domain of
Trog the Terrible. Do you know what he does with little elf
girls?”

Eva shook her head, her eyes wide. She was
very sure she didn't want to know.

***

“On your way then, Elf,” the orc seemed just
as happy to be rid of them as the band passed through another
checkpoint.

He should be, Zora had slipped him an entire
bag of silver.

“Whoever heard of orcs setting up
checkpoints?” Eva whispered when they were well past the narrow
cavern.

“Trog dreams of an orc empire swallowing the
underdark,” Zora whispered back. She had gone to great lengths to
explain what would happen to Eva if the orcs caught her. It sounded
even worse than the Dark Market.

“He means to conquer it all?” Eva couldn't
even imagine it. How many thousands of miles of caverns must there
be?

“Worse,” Zora said, “He means to tax
it.”

Eva wrinkled her head. “How can that be
worse?”

“You've never been taxed, have you?”

Eva was about to reply to that when one of
Zora's men hissed her to silence.

“Orcs.”

Eva could see their bobbing torches in the
distance, but unlike the checkpoints they had passed before, these
torches were moving toward them.
And fast.

“Too late to hide.” Zora echoed Eva's
thoughts. “They've seen us.”

There were a dozen of them. Savage looking
orcs mounted on great shaggy wolves.