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Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

Cheeks and eyes burning--the former with shame, the latter with tears--Elyssa opened her mouth and slipped her lips around the head of the man's cock, awkwardly pumping a shaft in each hand as she attempted to service her client. She didn't know what she was doing; her calloused hands were adept with a blade, but she had no idea how to handle these 'weapons.' Her grip was uncertain, her handling shifting the men's penises at uncomfortable angles. Her mouth, if anything, was worse--lips loose, tongue awkwardly shifting back and forth along the bottom of the shaft as she tried to find a place for it. She gagged and choked on the man's cock, but tried nevertheless to take it in.

She didn't know what she was doing. She was not a virgin, but her experience with men had been rare, and had never involved this sort of thing. At least, not that she could remember. Her mind was growing fuzzy with the stress, and she struggled to remember her past trysts, or even the men they'd been with. Who had she taken to bed? Who would have taken her to bed? She was too lowly for any noble worth his salt, too haughty for any commoner to tolerate. Who would have a useless bitch like her?
 
Oh? Is that so? I think not. The men grumbled, initially displeased, but while Elyssa may have been largely chaste, her friends had been anything but, and their memories were free for his perusal. The Mind Flayer fed her knowledge, scenes lightly edited to lend authenticity and deviance to them. A handsome stablehand who Lienna had once had a one night stand with became one of the last few servants of her family, a single tryst spread out over many encounters, where she'd gone back to him again and again.

He fed her a narrative of a girl who'd never been able to keep her legs shut, of a version of herself who made friends with sex, who rose through the ranks by way of illicit trysts. Was it really any surprise such a girl would end up here? She'd whored her way up and now she was simply whoring her way right back down. "Ah... Fuck." Even if she knew the memories were false, the skills were being given to her, and it showed in the men. Their faces had gone from frustrated anger to eager leering "Thassit slut... Gods' balls... Her mouth's incredible." The leader's cock was twitching between her lips and her doubled over as it jerked suddenly, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her down his shaft as he pumped his load over her tongue and down her throat with a groan.

If nothing else, it gave her a reprieve when he finally pulled back, but the next man steppep up almost immediately, and whiel she went to work on him, the leader stepped around behind her, giving her ass a few spanks before prodding at her with his fat fingers, teasing at her womanhood, at her asshole. "Fuck bitch... You like this don'tcha." One finger slid into her quim with ease, "Yer jes' drippin' down here..."
 
The cock in her mouth started to feel familiar, as memories came drifting back to her. Ah... of course...

It had started with the stable boy. A servant, a man who couldn't say no to her. The need to feel powerful, to have dominion over something, had driven her as much as her lust. But power wasn't what had satisfied her, and kept her coming back; she became addicted to the defilement. To the rough hands of a lowly peasant groping the soft skin of a false noble. Elyssa had known for years by that point, that her family's pride was built on a hollow lie. That they had no power, no influence, that they only retained their titles of nobility because they weren't worth the ink it would take to strike them from the records of peerage. Elyssa knew all this, hated it, hated the pride that her parents had infected her with when she was too young to understand. She could never tear it free completely, but in those moments, with that stable boy?

She could at least be put in her place.

From there it had been a small jump to throw herself at nobleman after nobleman, taking perverse pleasure in finding ways to degrade herself. How else could someone so worthless have achieved even her dubious status in the court? But, in time, they had grown bored of her. The novelty of her desparate whoring had run out... and now she was here, where she belonged.

She winced, snapped from her reverie as hands gripped her head and pulled her face against the man's groin. She had stopped struggling with the cock once she had inherited the others' experience, most notably Leilah's complete lack of a gag reflex, but with this final thrust she found herself once again choking on the harsh intrusion. Cum pumped down her throat, and she swallowed it eagerly, eyes rolling back in her head slightly.

Elyssa was dimly aware of the cock sliding free of her lips, taking a few moments to gasp for air before the next one was presented to her. The leader of the group took his place behind her and began spanking her. With each smack across her rear, a shiver ran up her spine--part fear, part excitement, and she could barely tell where one ended and the other began. He was right; she was ready. She was eager. She was wet.
 
Now isn't that an interesting thought... The man behind her slid a second finger into her as the scene began to change. A bare finger had a ring on it suddenly between one thrust and the next, cold metal against her entrance, barely touching with each stroke. Rough workmen's clothes shifted in the space between blinks, becoming finer garments, silks and well-crafted wool.

"Hmph... As you can see gentlemen... This... Creature cannot possibly come from noble birth." The fingers came out of her, held up over her head to show off to the crowd. A trial yes... Failed noblewoman? No... No 'Noble' could ever be so deviant as to enjoy this. "Ah but I see some of you yet doubt these findings... Very well then..." The man in her throat, a man she recognized, a kindly pastor who held minor status, who she'd only ever seen with a kindly smile, now leered down at her, grunting obscenely as he pulled back with a groan and emptied his balls across her tongue. Behind him, another, an old friend of the family who'd helped her on her path, now grinning cruelly as he took the previous one's place.

Behind her, the fingertips were replaced by something thicker, hotter, a cockhead pressing against her entrance. "We will take all due measures to show you without a doubt, this woman is nothing but a depraved slut whose perversions and carnal desires cannot be tolerated any longer."

He thrust, and were she to get a chance to look back, Elyssa would see more nobles lining up behind her, every friend, every old contact, eagerly awaiting their chances to help 'prove her guilt'.
 
As soon as the pastor's cock pulled free of her mouth, Elyssa's head hung with shame, cum dribbling from her lips. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, she wanted to curl up in a ball and die... and at the same time, she wanted to spread her legs and offer herself up like the whore she was. She wanted them all to see, the way she moaned and quaked as the nobleman fucked her like a sow.

She wanted to be seen for what she was: a fool, a fraud, a common whore playing at nobility like the rest of her family. She was just as delusional as her parents, but worse--she had the audacity to look down on them, to think herself better for recognizing her delusions even as she indulged in them, clung to them. It was wrong, it was perverse... and this, as humiliating as it was, was right, it was righteous. The truth was being dragged out into the light with each thrust of the cock in her pussy, each quiver of her hips and shiver of her spine, each cry that broke free of her lips. And as much as the shame tormented her, she welcomed it.
 
The crowd cheered them on, more faces she knew, all drawn from the depths of her memories, peasants aided in her adventures, shopkeepers met in the course of her travels. They judged her, cheered on the lines of men ravaging her, jeered and made faces, from the eldest to the youngest, all there to see what a lie she'd lived, to despise her for having tricked them.

No Nobility.

The first man behind her finally came, pumping his cum into her quaking cunt before pulling out and slapping her ass with his cock, smearing the mingled juices across the curve. Another stepped up the minute he moved away, wasting no time in sinking into her, using her for his satisfaction.

No Dignity.

The third man only fucked her pussy for long enough to get himself slick with leftover cum before pushing himself into her ass, fucking it roughly, prompting renewed cheers from the crowd at the change-up.

Nothing but a set of holes to play with.
 
Tears burned in Elyssa's eyes, until she should have been blinded--and yet, she could perfectly recognize every leering face that stood in judgment over her. They were all the people she had fooled, all these years, come to see the truth at last. She howled and wailed, sobs and moans blending into an endless, wordless scream of painful catharsis.

She was silenced, however, when her next punisher plowed into her anus. She was not completely unused to this, but that didn't mean she was ready. The man had only the barest of lubrication before forcing his way completely in. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, silently struggling for air. It was agonizing, it was humiliating, and it was just enough to push her over the edge. She came, climaxing in front of a crowded courtroom with an old man's cock buried to the hilt in her ass.

Only when the last of the convulsions had passed was she able to breathe; she took a shuddering, undignified gulp of air, then went limp in the man's grasp. Her face fell to the ground, her eyes glassy and her lips parted, as drool began to pool on the floor beneath her cheek.
 
A great cheer arose from the crowd as Elyssa lost control, like arena patrons seeing the first blood stain the sand they howled in delight and derision. The old man grunted, sneering in disapproval as he groaned. The tightness of her spasms slowed him down but the moment she collapsed he sped back up. "Stupid slut..." He slapped her ass once, then again, turning the jiggling flesh pink as he rained down stinging blows of his palm on the defenseless curves of her rear. "Cumming all over the floor like that. Disgusting. Even this courtroom is too good for you."

Finally he came, burying himself deep inside and pumping his seed into her rear, grunting obscenely as the thick cum flooded her asshole. before finally pulling out with a wet squelch. Harrumphing, he strode around to the front and pulled her up by the hair. "Clean me up already." He ordered tersely, shoving his cock in her face as the crowd's exultation finally began to die down. "I believe it is clear then? The falsehood of her claim is without doubt." The judge nodded, a disgusted look upon his face. "This slattern is stripped of her false titles," the gavel came down. "She will be put in the stocks for the satisfaction of the commonfolk for three days and three nights, as punishment for her whorish deceptions." The gavel came down again.

"Such a worthless degenerate may even enjoy it. So mote it be."

The gavel came down a third time, sealing her fate.
 
She was light-headed, dizzy from her climax, only dimly aware of the jeering crowd around her at this point. But when her head was hauled up and a cock shoved into her face, she knew what was expected of her. She knew her place. Obediently, she began to lick it clean, though even now, she struggled not to gag--she was well aware of where this had just been, after all. It was disgusting, but she relished the humiliation.

The gavel rang clearly through her dazed state; when the third blow came down, a heavy slat of wood came down on the back of her neck. There was a matching plank beneath her, and her wrists were raised up by her head, trapped in gaps in the wood. She could hear them locking the stocks, and raised her head to survey the gathered crowd. No longer were these the nobles whose society she had tried to infiltrate; she was surrounded by the peasantry she had tried to escape. Quite a mob had gathered to punish her hubris. Fear and excitement made her heart pound faster and faster.
 
She couldn't turn her head, couldn't look any way but forward, having to rely on touch and sound to know what was happening. The rustle of cloth, the jingle of a belt undone, then a thick cock pushing into her, a rough spank to her ass cheeks and a satisfied growl as she tightened in response. This wasn't anyone she knew, no... This was a nobody, a peasant with no name she'd ever learn, no face she'd ever recognize. This was a man barely a step above the common bandit, yet he was permitted free reign, fucking her roughly, gripping her hips tightly, grunting and groaning obscenely enough to be audible over the noise of the crowd.

"Knock the lying bitch up!" "Are you sure it would be worth it? She might set her sights on you." The speakers were to one side, jsut out of sight, but they spoke loudly, and the crowd laughed as the man responded. "Like that whore will be able to tell after she takes every cock in the city... Any bastard of hers will be such a mutt they might not even be human."

They laughed at that too...
 
Elyssa's back arched the moment his rough hands dug into her hips, excited by the feel of them against her smooth skin. Her breathing fell into an uneven rhythm with the man's hips, if only because each forceful thrust knocked the wind out of her. Her ragged panting soon gave way to excited, throaty yelps as he pounded into her.

Her face burned as the unseen hecklers mocked her, but her cunt tightened with the humiliation. This was where she belonged, it was what she deserved. A nameless, worthless whore, carrying goddess knew whose bastard. And they were right, when one of these lowlifes inevitably impregnated her, the child wouldn't be human. Elyssa herself barely qualified.

It wasn't long until the man finished, emptying his load and pulling out with another smack to the rear. She had no time to rest, though; before she knew it, another cock was sliding into her. Or maybe it was the same man, coming back for another round. She didn't know, couldn't know. She didn't need to know. What did it matter who was using her? Anyone who would lower themselves to fucking a whore like her was welcome to.

By the third cock, her eyes had rolled back in her head and her tongue was lolling from her mouth, drool streaming down her chin. Any semblance of dignity had long since melted away.
 
One after another, cock after cock, the fourth man to take her didn't cum inside but rather pulled back as he climaxed, spreading streaks of his cum over her ass. The first to do that, but far from the last. The constant fucking churned the cum inside her into a creamy mess that mingled with her juices and dribbled down her thighs, and every man added to it one way or another. "Look at that stupid face. Looks like she's finally showing her true colours." The voices in the crowd were multiplying, coming from all around. "Nothing but a bitch in heat..."

One man... The sixth? Seventh? He fucked her for a long time, before finally cursing. "Feck it... Dis greedy whore's already too loose." Was she really? Whether it was the truth, or merely an excuse for what came next was hard to tell as he rammed into her asshole instead. Another first that wouldn't be anywhere near the last. Stray spurts of cum were covering her legs and back now too, even as more and more dripped out of her pussy, squishing lewdly in her asshole.

Anyone with a shred of respectability would have turned up their nose at the sight, but the rabble were perfectly willing to fuck her, especially as her orgasms began to help keep her tight around them. Every climax was booed by the crowd, her own pleasure unwanted, no, rejected. Even a common whore would be better than this, better than cumming selfishly on all these cocks. The men fucking her started to get rougher, but spanking her, slapping her, they weren't allowed to maim her but they could get very rough without ever approaching that, and yet the roughness, the reprimands, the hate and rejection would only push her higher and higher...
 
Elyssa cried out with every blow to her body, pain and desire ringing in her voice, until finally someone grabbed hold of her face and stuffed a cock down her throat. She was blindfolded now, and couldn't see their face--not that she would have recognized any of this rabble, a bunch of nobodies nearly as low as Elyssa herself. But their groin was foul and unwashed, the heady scent enveloping Elyssa's senses.

Cocks found their way to their hands, and she served them as best she could with her wrists bound like this. Others wrapped her dark, silky locks around their shafts and masturbated with it, spattering cum in her hair and across her back. It was humiliating, it was shameful, it was perfect. She began to rock her hips as best she could, pushing into the thrusts penetrating her from behind.
 
She was used in full, every part of her turned into a toy for cocks or a canvas to be painted with their cum. Some was deliberate, directing their ejaculations over any skin still untouched, while most was accidental. It was in her hear, it was all over her skin, dripping from her trembling body as the pounding thrusts shook little drops free. They ravaged her with twisted glee, thrusting without care for her pleasure and laughing when she climaxed anyways. It was almost a game to them, seeing how much they could abuse her within the limitations while still making her orgasm.

"She'll get off on anything at all!"

"What a worthless slut!"

Cheers and laughter...

Over and over, blurring together, cock after cock, load after load, every bit of self worth and dignity pounded out of her mind by the constant thrusts until all she could think of was their words, echoing over and over inside her head.

"Worthless Slut..."

"Free Whore..."

"Cumdump..."

"Cock-Slave..."

This is all that you are.

The cock in her throat pulsed, pumping thick seed down her greedy gullet as large fingers tugged at the blindfold, peeling it back and returning her to the reality she'd left behind for that twisted dream.

The Illithid steepled his hands as he watched Elyssa come back to awareness. She was almost his... All she needed was one more push...
 
Elyssa stirred, and came to with a groan. For a moment, she was confused not to find her hands bound in stocks--though they were still bound, tied behind her back. She was stripped of the last of her clothing and armor as well. As consciousness trickled back into her mind, she remembered where she was. What was happening. The brothel, the court, the stocks, they had all been illusions, forced into her mind. She was certain that many of the memories of trysts she'd had as a free woman were false as well, though she couldn't be certain which ones.

But it didn't matter. The dreams didn't have to be real to be true. She was a fraud, weak, useless, unworthy. And now she was going to live the rest of her life as a whore, to creatures far lower than any of the common rabble she had serviced in the dream. She deserved it, after leading three good women to their dooms.

She struggled to lift herself from the puddle of orc cum. She looked up at the illithid briefly, then dropped her head in shame. "Just let them go..." she pleaded.

Before the monster could reply, his slaves approached her. "Don't want to go," said Fiera, taking one of Elyssa's arms.

"We were made for this," Leilah said as she helped the spy lift their former leader off the ground.

"Trust me, Elyssa," said Lienna, as they dragged her to their master. "It's such a relief to let go."

The holy knight was presented to the monstrous mindflayer, her smooth bosom pressed up to his chest as she looked up at him. The fear in her eyes was already beginning to fade to resignation and despair.
 
Even now she was still resisting, throwing what little she had left at him, words, hopes, prayers...

"See how much happier they are? Your kind was meant for this, meant for service." His cock slid between her legs, grinding against her cum-slick womanhood. "You were so much happier, so much better off in those stocks." Cumming over and over again, shivering at every degradation, tightening with every abuse heaped upon her.

"I offer you deliverance." He thrust now, filling her with his length and beginning to fuck her with long slow strokes, his tendrils caressing her cheeks and chin, reaching into her ears to her brain as he prepared her for the final fall.

"I offer you solace." He held her mind in his psychic grip, letting her feel pleasure, but cutting it off at the peak, holding her back from ever reaching orgasm.

"Purpose for your existence, true meaning to your life." A freedom from the endless judgement of peers, a freedom from the social constraints of morality, from the scorn or jealousy of others. All she needed to do was devote herself to him utterly, surrender that final bastion of her mind she'd so zealously defended...
 
Elyssa screwed her eyes shut as he ground his cock against her, shaking her head as if she could deny the heat rising in her core. Then she shuddered as he penetrated her, head jerking back as she cried out sharply. "Aaah!" He was not so much larger than any of the orcs that had violated her not so long ago, but the feeling was completely different. Elyssa was completely different. Where before she had been tense, rigid, resisting with every scrap of willpower and dignity she could muster, her defiance had faded and her body was eager. Pleasure coursed through her body like a bolt of lightning. Her breathing grew increasingly ragged, and each thrust from the illithid was met with a moan of pleasure or groan of misery. "Haa, haaah, ah... augh! Aah!"

She had nothing left to fide him as she tumbled helplessly into ecstasy. And yet, just as she was about to reach her limit, tumble over the edge into mindless bliss, he caught her, held her. It was clear, he wouldn't let her simply escape her mind; he demanded she surrender it.

"Ahh... nn... no... haa... hah, please... please stop, stop, sto-haaahp..."

Elyssa wasn't sure what she wanted him to stop, or rather, what she wanted him to stop more. Raping her, or holding her pleasure hostage.
 
"Stop?" He halted suddenly, halfway inside her, his hands tightening on her hips to keep her from bucking against him. His cock pulsed inside her slowly, throbbing in time with her own heartbeat, but there was no movement, no friction, no pleasure. "Is this really what you want?"

A little shift, a half inch of cock dragged out of her grasping womanhood, an instant's sensation only leaving her more empty than before after it had passed.

"I didn't think so..."

One finger teasing her clit lightly, his mind still holding hers back, preventing her from cumming without his permission.

"You need beg for it, and it will be yours..."
 
"Aahn!" Elyssa quivered in his grasp, whimpering as he began to withdraw. Her mouth opened and closed, as she searched both for the words to plead, and the will to hold them back.

She heard a soft padding sound behind her, feet on the stone cavern floor as Leilah approached. "Just give up," she said.

"We all did," Lienna chimed in.

Fiera stood on her toes to peak over her master's shoulder and glare down at Elyssa. "Not better than us."

Elyssa shuddered, whimpered, and hung her head. After a few seconds, she spoke, a barely intelligible sob--though the illithid did not need to understand her words when the thought was so clear in her mind. "Please..."

She took a deep, shaky breath, then let it out as a pleading shout. "Please! Let me cum! It's all I have left so let me have it!"

And with that, she could feel the illithid's hands tightening against her skin, as the divine force that tried still to deflect them evaporated. The mental barrier he had penetrated shattered and fell away completely. She had been rejected by the goddess--or had she rejected the goddess herself, by pleading to her new lord and master? The difference didn't matter, in the end. She was his now.
 
He felt her will crumple, but he gave her a moment to speak the words that would seal her fat, the thought being all that was necessary for him, but the words holding importance to her in a way that finalized her submission. Sure enough, as she spoke the slithering force that fought against his grip vanished like smoke, his fingers sinking in slightly as his grip on her firmed, and the last defenses that crowded around her mind fell away, opening her utterly before him.

In a single fluid motion of mind and body, he undid the block on her orgasm and thrust into her, filling her with the entirety of his shaft in an instant.

He fucked her right through her first climax, pounding her with eager force to contrast his earlier lassitude, rewarding her submission with pleasure even as he reached into her now-opened mind and began to rewrite her thoughts, bending her to his will. He built upon the memories he'd manufactured in the dream, boring deeper into her mind and burying them within, the more plausible ones becoming indistinguishable from the truth while the others faded back, becoming twisted fantasies of hers, 'proof' positive of her own perversion. A repressed slut for whom he was a dream come true, a monster that had indulged her filthy desires freely so long as she served him totally and faithfully in return.

While the 'memories' became more vivid, his tentacles played with her brain, making every encounter and every fantasy he'd foisted upon her pale in comparison to what he was giving her here and now. A couple of the tendrils were toying with her tongue as he hammered into her pussy, directing the other girls around her to play with whatever they could reach of their former leader to their heart's content. None remained opposed, all of them, every last one, they were his.
 
Elyssa came, and came again, one orgasm riding into the next as the goddess finally relinquished her to her new master. She could feel him re-writing her; she still understood, on some level, that some of her memories were false, but she couldn't tell which ones. More importantly, she didn't care. He could erase her entire mistake of a life, as long as he kept her by his side. Used her as she deserved to be used.

With the last of their number fallen, the other three joined in to tease her. Lienna reached around to grab her modest bosom, squeezing at her breasts and pinching her nipples, while Fiera and Leilah approached on hands and knees to kiss and suckle the flesh of her rear and thighs. Elyssa howled in pleasure, eyes rolling back in her head, drool oozing down her chin as her master took her tongue in his tendrils.
 
He kept going, churning her pussy, tentacles slipping deeper into her mouth, ravaging willing body and open mind until finally he came deep inside, thrusting as deep as he could go and pouring his seed into her womb with a harsh rattle of exertion. As his cum filled her, he slowly rose up to his full height, looking around at the adoring faces of his playthings, contemplating idly...

He lifted Elyssa off his cock, a wet sucking as her pussy still gripped his girth, a spattering of fluids as he came free at last, the cum he'd filled her with overflowing to coat her thighs and the floor beneath them. Standing a moment, delighting in the tension as they waited for him to choose, in the silent pleading he could hear in their minds, but he'd already made his decision. Fiera was the first, a matter of convenience at the time, but she'd proven invaluable in luring the others into his embrace, a most useful pet, worthy of a reward. "Come here."

Elyssa was set to one side, and the thick cock now pointed towards the young elf. "Clean it up." He commanded, then directed his attention to Lienna and Leilah. "Pleasure her." He directed to Lienna, commanding her to tend to Fiera's body while she worked, then "Clean her up." Leilah was directed towards Elyssa.

Finally, he linked all four of them, letting all of them feel shadows of each others' sensations...
 
Elyssa gasped and panted with haggard, ragged breaths as she was lifted up, pulled from the clining hands of her companions and dragged off her master's cock. She shuddered as she hit the ground, the degradation of being so gruffly discarded nearly bringing her to another climax. She lay twitching as the illithid turned his attention to his other slaves.

They all looked up, glowing with satisfaction for their parts in bringing him this victory, eager for reward. When he turned his attention on Fiera, a pang of jealousy rang through Leilah's mind, though she did not speak out to contradict him. Lienna, on the other hand, reacted more like a proud mother as Fiera crawled towards their master and began to dutifully lick his cum-slick shaft. She followed after the girl at the illithid's command, working her knee in between Fiera's legs and beginning to grind her thigh roughly against the half-elf's slit. She leaned over and reached around for the girl's chest; there wasn't much to grab, less than Elyssa's, even, but she pinched and teased Fiera's nipples expertly.

Jealous or not, Leilah did not waver in her duties, making her way to Elyssa's discarded form and beginning to lick the cum from her thighs. She shivered as the illithid's power began to link her senses to the others.
 
The Illithid reached down as Fiera lapped at his shaft, tracing his fingers over the tips of her ears, or teasing them against the lines of her cheeks and chin. He drank in the devotion they all felt, supped deeply from the newly-worshipful countenances of the four former adventurers, enjoying the sight of the first to fall so dutifully cleaning him off, but it wasn't long before he tired of such foreplay.

"Suck." Lips and tongue alone were not sufficient to excite him forever. He pulled back, pushing the tip of his cock into Fiera's mouth. "Swallow it."

He wanted to see her take it all, and wondered idly if he tinkered with her brain, would she be able to cum from her throat alone?

While Fiera was permitted to struggle, he bade Lienna back off. Picking the sorceress up and raising her by the thighs, his facial tentacles probing at her pussy and asshole, coiling against her lower entrances slowly, languidly, before sliding inside one after another...
 
Fiera shivered with delight as the illithid's fingers traced along the delicate points of her ears. Then he pushed into her mouth, demanding more of her. How could she do other than oblige? "Hmm.... mm..." She sucked at his cock as she pushed her head forward, taking it deeper and deeper into her throat, until her eyes watered and she started to choke.
"Hmmngk!" It had been mere hours since he had taken her the first time, and she still wasn't used to it. And with the injury to her throat, it would probably always hurt. But that was alright. She could endure the pain, if it brought her master pleasure. If it was useful. She wanted to endure it, reveled in the hurt. She kept going, eyes rolling back as the bliss of subservience washed over her. "Mmmmm..."

As Fiera serviced the illithid, he turned his attention to Lienna, and she made herself limp in his grasp, letting him use her as he pleased. But as his tendrils began to work their way into her pussy and ass, she couldn't help growing tense, her entire body quivering with elation. "Ahhhh... ffff... fuck, ahhhh, fuck yes..." She wrapped a leg around the back of his neck to brace herself, toes curling in ecstasy.
 
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