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Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

The show of prostration, the bow, the subservience mixed with eager lust. The Mind Flayer nodded and let silent approval roll down the link. This was as exactly as it should be. "Stay." He circled her, admiring the sorceress' form, the press of her breasts against the stone, the shine of her juices on her thighs. If his cock could get any harder it would have then and there, and he could feel himself throb as he took in the sight.

It was time to try something new...

Rather than position himself behind Lienna the Illithid set himself over her, directing the tip of his shaft to the puckered star of her asshole and applying a slight pressure. The mixed fluids on his shaft made it more than slick enough to push inside but the tightness forced him to take her slowly, pushing down into the sorceress inch by inch, using his weight to assist in the slow penetration, working her open, inch-by-inch...
 
Lienna gritted her teeth as she felt the illithid's member press against her rear. She was hardly inexperienced with this sort of thing, but even with ample lubrication, she couldn't easily take a cock that had strained her pussy with its girth. She hissed sharply through her teeth as he began to work his way in; little by little, unsteady breaths turned into whimpers, then moans and cries. "Ssshh... sss... hmmm... mm... hnnn... hhhhhnnaa, haa, haa! Aaah! Aaaaa, ha! Sssssssshiiit! Ah! Ahh!"

It was agonizing, overwhelming, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it. Her nerves were still on fire from her previous orgasms--which had done nothing to calm her insatiable lust, and served only to stoke it. With her entire body alight, the sheer intensity of the sensation satisfied her in ways that nothing else ever had, ever could. And there was satisfaction in submission, as well, in the degredation of it; there was a paradoxical freedom in having her free will stripped away, with the burden of choice and agency lifted. She had no responsibilities or pressures, now, save to obey. And obeying was so, so simple. And so very rewarding.
 
Lienna's voice wasn't the only one to sound, even if it sounded louder than the illithid's by far. He growled, a low and siblant rumbling as his tentacles twitched and coiled against each other. The sorceress was incredibly tight, squeezing him, desperately straining to hold his cock as he dragged it in and out of her. Feeling her mind only added to the sensation, the total abandonment of autonomy, the complete surrender and the joy she found in it. He felt like he was seconds from coming again despite mere minutes having passed since he filled Fiera with his seed.

Straining to fuck her, he leaned down, going on the offensive against the wanton woman as his tentacles curled around her neck and shoulders, sliding around her head and slipping into her mouth, some playing with her tongue, others slithering deeper, pushing at the tight entrance to her throat in a one-monster spitroast.
 
Lienna's jaw clenched as he began to move in and out of her, drool seeping through the cracks of her clenched teeth to stream down her chin. "Hnnngg... g-gg-ggh... gh, hng..." Her fingertips clawed desperately at the stone floor as she scrambled for something to hold onto, to steady herself against the onslaught of overwhelming sensations.

She shuddered when her master's tentacles coiled around her throat, and when they played against her lips it was a struggle to relax her mouth enough to let them in. But, once her lips were parted, and the tendrils began to squirm in her mouth, it wasn't hard to keep them open. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he played with her tongue and ravished her slick throat. "Hmmmmmmm... mmm.... mmmuh... ahhh..."
 
It was slowly becoming easier, with each thrust and each passing second the strain lessened. Slowly the Illithid began to establish a rhythm, hunched over the sorceress as he pounded her asshole in long powerful strokes, his tentacles slithering in and out of her mouth and teasing their way into her throat. Any pretense of dignity was lost, any notion of civility discarded, all that was in his mind was to hold on as long as he could, to take as much pleasure from the mewling sorceress beneath him as he could hold before bursting inside her.

"Haah... Hrrhhh..." His breathing was wet and ragged, his muscles standing out in the dim light as his body streaked with sweat. "Take it. Take it all. My Lovely little whore." He was so close, so close, the sensation of his own orgasm straining to be released was almost painful. Almost... He couldn't hold it much longer...
 
"Hnnnnnnng!" A strangled wail escaped her throat as the illithid's movements became faster, smoother, as her asshole began to stretch and accommodate his girth--though she continued to cling tightly to his shaft. The pain began to ebb, replaced with waves of pure pleasure that rippled through her body with every thrust.

But it wasn't only the physical sensation she was getting off on. When the word 'whore' rolled through her mind, she shuddered, moaned, and came once more, spasming beneath his hunched form.
 
That did it, the subservience, the total submission, body and mind bending before his whims. It was the feeling of her response to his mental touch as much as it was the sensation of her asshole clenching against his girth, and it was too much for him to keep going. The Mind Flayer came as well, slamming himself into her as he felt his stamina finally give, driving him self to the hilt inside her and further still, shoving her towards the cavern floor as he pulsed in her bowels, unleashing his seed in thick spurts that painted her insides white.

It could have lasted forever, down there in the dark, but eventually the pulses receded and his cock softened slightly. Enough that he was able to slowly pull back, sliding out of her until he exited the sorceress' asshole with a lewd *pop*, his shaft bouncing slightly as he pulled up to his full height, still half-hard and smeared with cum. You two, come clean me up. He directed the order towards Fiera and Leilah.

There was one more left to take, but for now at least she could wait.

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While the Paladin's capture could wait for some time though, it could not wait forever, and so eventually the little 'celebration' of the Illithid's conquests slowed. Now... I believe it would be fitting if Elyssa joined you. He touched each of them in turn, with a look or a psychic caress, ending on Lienna. Can you tell me anything more of this 'protection' she bears?

It was time to plan the last one.
 
Fiera shivered at the illithid's thoughts brushing against hers, and Leilah moaned. When he turned his gaze on Lienna, she knelt once again, forehead pressed to the ground. If she were speaking aloud, her words would have been obscured, but there was no need for her voice.

The physical barrier is tricky--not as strong as she makes it look, but at the same time, a lot stronger than you would think. It ain't like armor; there's no gaps to slip a blade through, doesn't carry blunt force to the flesh. It's more like, think of a whirlwind. With Elyssa at the center. Anything aimed at her gets swept to the side. A solid hit becomes a glancing blow, a glancing blow hits nothing but air; doesn't really matter how strong it is, since the barrier's not competing with it head-on. And if she has even an inkling it's coming, it's easy as anything for her to twist just a little bit, so whatever's coming at her slides off without making contact.

Lightning might get her. It's fast as anything, don't move like a blade or arrow. Does weird things to the body, might slow her down enough for someone to lay a hand on her. Even so, safest bet is to launch it point blank while her guard is down.

The mental barrier... ain't so tricky, far as I can tell, but that also means I don't have any tricks for it. Nothing for it but to break through, and I guess that means psychic arm wrestling with a god. Lienna looked up, over at Leilah. But I think your trump card might be enough. It's not like the gods care all that much about what happens to their servants.
 
The illithid nodded in satisfaction at that, the last piece falling into place. He could push Elyssa to the brink, but the power that guarded her mind was an unknown, and if Leilah's source proved insufficient to the task of breaking through, then there would be trouble in the long run. With Lienna's affirmation that she would be sufficient however, the plan was taking shape at last.

The Orcs will provide manpower. Fiera, you will distract her while Lienna uses lightning to catch her. Immobilized, we will have her at our mercy for a time, long enough to make her mine. There was no need to ask if they understood, that much was already clear.

Come then. He rose to his feet and began to walk, the chosen site was not far, a bubble once formed by ancient waters long since drained away, a nearly perfect sphere of empty space within the stone. Tunnels led in and out, but all but a few of the entrances were well up the sides, requiring effort to reach, and the lowest entrance only led to a dead end where several of his orcs had already encamped. Now they along with as many others of their number as he could muster were converging on that chamber, ready to collapse upon the Paladin once she made her entrance.

It was time for the final fall.
 
With their master's plan clear in their minds, the three slaves made their way back to the rendezvous point, freshly washed and fully clothed. It was perhaps a bit suspicious, showing up dripping wet (especially as Fiera had done so once before), but not so suspicious as showing up late to the rendezvous stinking of sweat and cum.

Elyssa, for her part, was so relieved to see Leilah--to see all of them, really--that she was perhaps more trusting than she might have been. She accepted their explanation a bit too readily, and after being assured they were not too tired to press on, joined Leilah at the lead of the party as they made their way deeper into the caves. Into the trap. Soon they had emerged into the open chamber where the orcs lay in ambush.
 
The orcs waited silently, held back from their usual immediate shouting charge by the illithid's power until Elyssa reached the centre of the chamber before springing the trap. It was obviously unusual for orcs to be so restrained but the time for such subterfuge was well past by now. This was the crucial moment, an instant that could make or break his plan.

Wait for your opening. He watched the combat unfold, all it would take would be a moment where Elyssa's guard was down, an instant for Leinna to strike her with lightning once the orcs were in position. Disrupt her rhythm, then grab her, and no matter what came next, they were not to let go.
 
The four women took up a practiced battle formation, and for a few moments the fight proceeded as Elyssa would have expected. Dozens of orcs were slain to bait the trap. Then, the perfect moment came, signaled by the slightest motion of Elyssa's head, the subtle shift in her field of sight that meant Fiera moved out of her peripheral vision and out of sight. But there had been no orcs close enough to the spy to threaten her immediately; so when Fiera's panicked, strangled scream tore through the air, Elyssa responded with alarm and confusion. She whipped her head towards the half-elf, less aware of her immediate surroundings than usual, but trusting Lienna to watch her flank.

Instead lightning poured over her from her blind spot, too fast and erratic to evade even if she had seen it coming. Even so, her divine power attempted to guard her, parting the bolt and spreading it around her in a crackling cage of electricity. The defense didn't last, though; the lightning could not be tamed so easily, offshoots splitting away and sparks discharging, until soon the full power of the storm was coursing through Elyssa's slim figure. She was stiff, twitching, struggling to move, to breath.

Not entirely confident in the orcs, Lienna lifted her hand, and spires of ice erupted from the ground all around Elyssa, slamming into her waist and pinning her from all sides as the last of the lightning ran its course. The holy knight slumped forward, haggard gasps escaping her throat as the orcs closed in on her. She was still numb, still weak and clumsy, and above all she was confused. What was happening? In this state, even though her body seemed slippery as an eel in the orcs' grasp, she couldn't wriggle her way free of the countless meaty hands. Eventually the orcs managed to get a solid grip on her, twisting her arm until her sword fell from her grip.

The battle for the paladin's body was over. Elyssa was trapped.
 
Even if he was stronger than most humans, the illithid preferred to use cunning, trickery, and psionic power over such direct and phsyical tactics. Still, as the orcish hands finally found purchase on Elyssa there was a swell of relief and satisfaction along with a few measures of approval conveyed to his thralls. Lienna in particular had shown good initiative, demonstrating that her mind remained sharp even while subservient. Such capacity for duality should be rewarded after all.

Now he needed to break through the protections on her mind, and once within, break her down into one more willing slave to his will. He wondered idly if the gods' protections would remain on their servant once she became his... They were not known for direct intervention after all, and to have that connection linger could be useful, if dangerous... He brushed aside the thought as something to consider later on, to plan too far ahead was to invite failure after all.

Undress and Prepare her, he ordered. The orcs tightened their grips as the girls moved to obey his commands. From examining the others he knew Elyssa's only sin, that the only chink in her purified paladin'd mindset was Pride. Pride in her family and pride in herself, her good name, her honor, her word and deed as an adventurer. "Poor paladin..." The holy wards upon her prevented him from even so much as speaking into her mind, but using her three former companions to relay his words meant her ears would be more than sufficient. "You led us here... Let us be taken... A good leader should inspire loyalty..." They stripped her as they spoke, piece by piece of armor removed. The gauntlets and greaves were left in place as he did not dare let the orcs holding those limbs release them for long enough, but the rest of her was bared for the audience of brutish greenskins and former allies, the former's cocks rapidly hardening at the prospect of ravaging the paladin while the latter went to work preparing both parties with hands and mouths. "Thank you for bringing me to my new master Elyssa~" Each of them spoke it in turn. "It's the best thing that ever happened to me..."
 
Elyssa was only starting to shake off the blend of confusion, numbness and pain that had allowed her to be trapped, when her friend started to speak. Or, rather, something started to speak through them. Elyssa's golden eyes went wide. "No no no no no... no... please, let them go..."

They had discussed the possibility of a force controlling the orcs. How, how had she not considered it might control her allies as well? How had she not noticed sooner? How long had they been in the monster's thrall?

Elyssa trembled as the women stripped her down, holding back tears. There was little doubt what was coming next, but for now the paladin's own fate was the last thing on her mind. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She took a deep, shuddering breath, and raised her voice. "Let them go!" She did her best to sound commanding, threatening even, but she knew it came out as more of a desperate plea.
 
There was a breath, a moment's pause, a moment where all things seemed to balance on a knife's edge. It was a strangely satisfying feeling, to be on the other end of this equation this time, and able to back it up no less, that was something Lienna had never enjoyed. Her denial had been nothing but empty defiance, yet when he hissed out, the word carried by a psychic breeze, soft as silk, yet with the weight of total authority behind it.

"No."

The three slaves were ordered back, and the orcs were unleashed, the bestial desire, tightly controlled up until that point, released entirely upon the captured Paladin. Even with the trouble the girls had gone to preparing Elyssa and her tormentors for this opening act the orcs were too eager and far too endowed to be anything but rough. Their hands shifted with precise coordination, always keeping her every limb in the grip of two orcs even as they rearranged themselves for ease of access, pulling her down and forwards until she was straddling one while another lined himself up behind her.

Then, one at a time, they claimed her holes, and began to thrust, filling the cavern with the debauched refrain of their pounding.

Fiera and Lienna were encouraged meanwhile to keep the rest of the orcs busy while they waited, to stay in view as much as possible while they did so that Elyssa could be reminded of her failure as a leader. Leilah on the other hand was to make ready the power within her that he could fashion it into a spike and pierce the paladin's mental defenses when the moment came.
 
Elyssa's attention was so completely on her friends and her failure, that she almost didn't notice what the orcs were doing. However, when their cocks began to brush against her hips and groin, she couldn't help but take notice. The paladin went rigid, eyes narrowing with fury. "Put that in me," she began, proud disdain dripping from every word, "and you'll never get it ba--HAH! AGH!" The massive, forceful intrusion of the first cock knocked the breath from her lungs and the words from her mind. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain.

The other women's effort to prepare her had been largely in vain; skillful as their techniques had been, the horror of the situation drowned out any pleasure Elyssa could have felt, and her body had not given in. It might have been better for her if it had. The modest coating of saliva did little to soften the orc's savage thrusts.

While Elyssa was still struggling to cope with the pain of the first cock, a second began to force its way roughly into her ass. Her eyes widened, her mouth hanging open; the first intrusion had been unbearable, but the agony of this was far greater. Elyssa had been with men in the past--not often, and not recently, but a cock in between her legs was not an entirely alien experience to her. But she had no experience to help her cope with the shaft driving into her anus. She felt as though she was being impaled.

Elyssa screamed, cried, thrashed, all of it futile. How had it come to this? How had she allowed it to come to this.
 
The orcs were neither coordinated nor measured, their thrusts base and feral, their grunts bestial and crude. Without the illithid's mind guiding them precisely they were more akin to animals and Elyssa's pleasure was of little import.

But then again, that was the point.

They had numbers and stamina, not to mention two willing girls to help them get hard time and again. "It's been decades since they were able to cut loose..." There were enough of the greenskins in these tunnels that he'd been able to afford some selective breeding, a side project that ended up being limited purely by the number of orcs the caverns in his range could support. Building an army of perfect orcs was an impossible dream, but he'd refined what he did have, carefully ensuring only certain orcs were given mates.

Until now of course... All that pent up desire given a useful outlet at last.

The first orc came, bursting inside the raw tightness that had overwhelmed him, filling her ass with spunk as he roared.

He moved, and another took his place, wasting no time in further stretching the paladin's rear even as the one occupying her pussy sped up in preparation to follow suit. "Don't you get it?" The illithid couldn't smile, but his voice oozed with condescension. "These three are useful to me, but you? You're just a loose end, not worth the effort of keeping in line, but you'll serve nicely as relief for my greenskins~" It wasn't even a lie in a sense, she'd be worth breaking, but keeping a constant leash on her would only tire him out, as she was now, all Elyssa was worth was her holes and how easily she could take the orc cocks that were being supplied to them one after another.
 
Somewhere, deep beneath the fury, the disgust, the horror, the condescending words that dripped through the lips of her compatriots struck a nerve. Not worth it? She wasn't worth his time? Reminding herself that she did not, in fact, want his attentions, would have done little to placate the irrational feeling. Instead she reminded herself that this monster, whatever it was, couldn't control her the way it could these orcs, or her friends.

That thought brought her little comfort, though; her friends were still enslaved, and she couldn't save them. Couldn't save herself. All her power, the divine gifts of the goddess and the skill she had devoted her life to honing, it was useless right now. Elyssa was useless. She groaned miserably as the orc came, heat and pressure exploding in her ass. Then he pulled away, but another was there in an instant to take his place. As a new cock was forced into her, she watched in horror as Fiera crawled over to the one who had just pulled out and began to dutifully lick his shaft clean.

Her head dropped, eyes closing as burning tears began to run down her cheeks. She wasn't given much of a chance to look away, however; after a few clumsy attempts, meaty fingers tangled in her hair and jerked her head up, as an orc pressed his cock to her lips. Elyssa clenched her jaw, but it wasn't enough; soon he had parted her teeth and forced his shaft down her unprepared gullet. She tried to bite down, sever the offending intrusion, but she couldn't seem to tear the slick, rubbery skin, let alone the unyielding flesh beneath. She simply wasn't strong enough.

She simply wasn't good enough.
 
The despair and self loathing that radiated off her were a delight to feel, but he needed more, needed to break her down entirely, piece by piece. Failure. He pressed it down upon her mind through the shield, repeated, again, and again. "Nice tight slut-!" The orcs were less emotional, more crude, the one in her pussy grunting in rough and guttural common before he lost control as well, pumping his cum deep inside her with a roar.

She was certainly a rare delicacy to the sex-starved orcs but they treated her like nothing, three warm and tight holes for their cocks and little else. Even as the one in her pussy slid out, letting his seed spill out as he moved away for another to take his place, the one in her ass brought his hand down sharply, spanking her like a common whore. The one in her mouth meanwhile gave her little chance to breathe as he drove his cock past her tongue and down her throat, roughly fucking her face with long and savage strokes.

One after another, a constant train, never letting up on a single hole as they ravaged her from every angle. So useless... You're probably enjoying this... Watching Fiera lavish attention on the orc who'd been in her ass while Lienna swallowed the one who'd been in her pussy, her throat bulging with his girth as she gulped down the mixed juices coating him. Probably enjoying seeing them whore themselves like this... Purely physical responses to be sure, but the whispers circled her mind insidiously, and wasn't it just that much harder to deny it when she was feeling it? Mind and body both under constant assault as the illithid began to shape Leilah's power into a spear, intent on piercing Elyssa's mind.
 
"Hmphgh... nng... hmmm..." Elyssa sputtered a mix of gags and whimpers as the thick cock pounded deep into her throat. Heat started to rise in her face as it rushed to her groin. Her passage was attempting desperately to lubricate itself, to lessen the injury from the orc's rough intrusion. It did little for the pain, but the feeling of arousal filled her with shame. She had spoken to Leilah about just such a phenomenon, and still believed what she had told the former slave--that her body was responding automatically to defend itself, that it didn't speak to her character, that it didn't mean she wanted it. But, even if she believed that on a conscious level, it was hard to feel that way in the heat of the moment.

It didn't matter much, anyway; overwhelmed by pain, horror, and shame, her conscious mind was starting to shut down, withdrawing into a state of shock. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and slowly her eyes rolled back in her head. Without her active resistance, her body only intensified its responses, her pussy and ass clenching around the cocks, muffled moans beginning to slip from her throat.

Nearby, Leilah knelt at her master's feet, her body rigid, twitching as he drained her power. She couldn't scarcely breath like this--she took short, frantic gulps of air whenever her lungs were cooperating. Before long she was going to lose consciousness, though the power would continue to well up inside her even then.
 
It wouldn't do to cause any permanent damage to Leilah the illithid had no intention of risking failure. He drew as much and as deeply as he could, watching her just as closely as Elyssa as he worked. The paladin was losing consciousness, feeling more and more as her mind became less and less able to fight. He relished in the echoes of physical pleasure she was starting to feel.

A subtle nudge eased the orcs back a little, ensuring that they wouldn't overdo it as he reached forwards, raising up the pointed shape of the power he'd drawn out and bringing it back. Waiting, holding, just a little more, just a little closer. He built the scenario within it, a dream indistinguishable from reality of wooden walls, perfume, and the smell of sex hinting through the air. A brothel's common room, not a high class pleasure house but a middling place for merchants and the middling, inviting the minds of the others.

Lienna to play the part of the madame, Fiera and Leilah as the whores, dancing, strutting, serving, he let them choose how they wished to present themselves and showed them Elyssa's role to be. The new whore, a fresh face on the job, about to catch the eye of a group of low-class workers who'd save up enough to have a party...

The image completed, he thrust the spike forwards, and pierced the shields on Elyssa's mind as she slipped out of consciousness.
 
Elyssa stood dazed in the middle of a room. Overpowering perfumes wafted through the air, almost but not entirely covering up the smell of sweat and sex. Where... was she?

The world came into focus as a hand slid under her chin, tilting her face up, turning it side to side. "Well you're a pretty thing, ain't ya?" For once, Lienna stood eye to eye with her former leader, thanks to the heels she wore under her crimson gown. Elyssa, on the other hand, was barefoot--and rather bare in general, she realized. She was dressed only in a linen shift, a thin tube of fabric wrapped around her torso and hips. It was barely long enough to cover her groin; if she were to so much as take a step, she risked exposing herself. This... this was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on why.

"Smooth skin, too." Lienna ran her hand down Elyssa's neck to her collarbone, frowning slightly as she pawed at the knight's bosom through the shift. "Skinny, though. Our customers like having a bit to squeeze."

"E-excuse me?" Elyssa was embarassed, indignant, but too confused to make a stronger objection.

"Well, don't you worry about it. More to a whore than a rack. Fiera's doing quite well." Lienna waved a hand at the petite half-elf, who was kneeling on a nearby cushion, eyes down, shift slipping off her shoulder. "Hell, prices we charge, anything more than a compliant hole is gratis."

"A, a what?"
 
"A fuckhole dear, don't get any delusions above your station now," she tutted, "you've got customers coming in, well-paying ones~" The smile was faintly edged, there were no truly wealthy patrons of this place, so well paying customers meant that they were either particularly deviant or especially numerous. There were a few bouncers about to stop any of the girls from getting too hurt, but how much was too much was an uncertain line, and they rarely acted.

The illithid watched with interest, at first through eyes outside the dream, then from eyes within, a collection of swarthy men, a half dozen of them crowding into the room. The leader brandishes a heavy and clinking sack between his fingers, a respectable sum were it gold, but the bag opens to reveal silver, this is how much she is worth after all. For all of them to partake of her... Such a paltry sum in the scheme of things even if these workers had pooled their funds to afford it...

"This 'er then?" A couple of the men are distracted by the others but the leader only has eyes for Elyssa. Without so much as a warning he reaches down, hefting one breast, squeezing appreciatively. "I' bin looking forward to this..." Yellowing teeth show in a grin as he undoes his belt, half-hard shaft flopping out, thick and bobbing slightly. "Come on then slut." This place has a few private rooms but none that can accommodate a group of this size, not that any of the men care, not that any of the other whores mind. "Get to work."
 
Elyssa yelped when the man grabbed her breast--there wasn't much there to squeeze, but he didn't seem to mind. He was already eager...

Elyssa, on the other hand, shook her head, confused. "Wait... that's not--this, there's been a mistake--"

"Alright, come on then." Elyssa barely had time to process the new voice or its familiarity before a bare, bony foot kicked the back of her leg, dropping her to her knees. The half-hard cock hung just below her face. "The rest you'd best do by yourself," Leilah said, voice filled with derision. "If you need any more help, I'm takin the pot, got me?" She glanced up at Lienna; the matron nodded in approval.

"Yes, these men paid for you; if Leilah ends up doing all your work she'll be getting all your pay. And we shall have to turn you out on the street and let you starve."

Elyssa felt a hard pit settling in her stomach. This was wrong, this was wrong, she was--she wasn't a common whore, she wasn't any kind of whore! Or any kind of common! She was a knight, a noble, she was--

A throaty moan from one of the other rooms interrupted her thought process. Fiera's rasp was unmistakable, and just for an instant memories of another world, another life, flooded through Elyssa's mind. She didn't retain any of the information, just the sense of shame. She hung her head.

She was a failure. That's what she was. A failure from a long line of failures, a woman who despised her family's delusions of nobility while hypocritically nurturing her own.

Her stomach turning once again, Elyssa reached a trembling hand towards the man's cock.
 
While the men chuckled and crowded around her, more cocks coming out as they circled close. "Wonder if'n she's virgin... Shy like that." Even as the paladin worked up her nerve to wrap her hand around one shaft, two more were presented. "Y'heard the Mam~ Best work hard or we might git bored."

The smell of sweat and male desire along with the faint acrid tang of workers who barely washed. One of the cocks was pressed into her other hand but that left the third, and these crude men were not subtle about what they wanted. "Open yer mouth whore." Hot and hard, the head of his shaft prodded at her lips, one dirty hand tangling slightly in her hair.

The other two groped her, grasped at her, playing with her breasts, reaching between her legs, a harsh slap across her ass, a hot breath, a voice against her ear. "Pers'naly, I think it might be better if they did turn ya out. Then we could have ya fer free hey? Unless y'think yer worth more than that..."

They weren't about to wait... Not much anyways. They had paid too much to sit around while she learned the ropes, but they did move just a little slower than a real group might, giving her time to savor each new act, feeding that despair as the illithid looked on, stoking the contrast. Let her keep thinking of herself as a noble, let her keep thinking of how wrong this was, let her keep despairing at the truth of her worthlessness, god-touched, capable, and here she was, whoring herself out. A contradiction of thoughts, pulling her in both directions, a rack stretching her thinner and thinner...
 
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