Portal to Arandor Ch. 16

The room was large with vaulted ceilings. It was also round and it reminded me of my time as Lord Giles' captive. A huge stone fireplace contained a roaring fire and the room was unbearably hot. But that was not the worst of my worries.

I was suspended by a long chain that hung down from the ceiling. My toes barely touched the stone floor beneath me. My body was stiff and sore and sweat coated my naked body.

I shut my eyes and recounted the events leading up to this predicament. Jack and I had left Wrexridge as soon as we settled our affairs. I had to tell Samuel, but I made him promise not to tell Drahden as I knew he would be furious. Samuel was alarmed and tried to make me stay, but I told him I was in good company and would be fine. I felt a pang of sorrow leaving him as he had been so kind to me, but my mind was filled of thoughts of my old world and I was eager to find a way.

We rode purposely north through the Borderlands. For all the stories I had heard, nothing really happened that was cause for concern. Jack kept us out of harm's way. We spent the days riding and talking in low voices and the nights were spent at out-of-the-way inns or even caves when we couldn't find a suitable place inside. Many times we made love. He had such an exciting way about him and I couldn't resist his body. I knew in the back of my mind I shouldn't in case I did indeed find a way home, but after that one night in his cottage, he had ignited a passion deep inside me.

My stomach rolled over once when I thought about him. After we crossed in Maludara, we were ambushed by a party of drow. Jack disappeared from my view as he fought the fierce, black creatures. I was immediately pulled from my horse by a drow. He bound me and threw me over a horse and I was carted off like a sack of potatoes. I screamed Jack's name over and over, but we were soon away from that place.

I was dumped into a cell somewhere in a castle. Luckily there was another captive in there. She was human as well and told me what would be happening to me. I was being held by a ruthless drow king who captured humans for the slave trade in Maludara. Her name was Chadra and she was being trained as a pleasure slave. We talked through the night and she held me as I wept for Jack and my fate. After all I had been through, ending up as a slave was not in the plans. No doubt Jack was dead and Drahden had no idea I was here.

Tears mingled with my sweat as I hung in the round room.

At last the massive oak door swung open and I could only assume it was the drow king himself who entered. He was quite impressive to look at, despite his reputation. He was wearing only a pair of tight pants and tall leather boots. I could see the powerful muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms. The ebony skin made him look that much more fearsome. His hair was long and white and his eyes glittered like polished coal. I cringed at his gaze, but I was helpless and extremely self conscious of my nakedness.

He looked me over for a time and his dark eyes penetrated my very soul until I felt I would wither away to nothingness. When he spoke, his voice was deep but not loud.

"I am the king Jhaldrym, human." He walked around me, appraising me. "Your name is not important."

"My name is Rebecca," I said in a small, but defiant voice.

He whirled around and backhanded me across the face. I yelped in pain and tasted blood.

"Do not speak unless I command it, human. You are my possession now. You are to be a slave for pleasure. Failing that, you will be sold for other purposes, but your life will be owned by another and you will be less than worthless."

I lowered my eyes and hid my fear and I felt the tears burning my eyes.

Jhaldrym poured a large mug of water and drank half of it. He offered none to me.

"Now, we shall see what your tolerance level is. I can see I will need to break you. Normally I entrust this job to one of servants, but there is something about you that I will find enjoyable."

I swallowed hard and began to tremble at what might come. My arms were aching from being suspended but I had a feeling more pain was coming.

The king walked over to me and stood inches away. I could smell the musk of him and could tell he was excited. He lifted my head up with his hand and began his appraisal of me.

"This long hair must go. Slaves do not have hair such as this."

"Noooo," I wailed. "Please don't."

He ignored my plea and took out his knife and began to saw off my hair. I began to cry as my locks fell unceremoniously to the floor. He did a rough job of it and it hurt as he grabbed each fistful and cut. Once he was done, he sheathed the knife and regarded me.

"Much better, human," he growled. "Now let us look at the rest of you."

With large hands, he prodded every inch of my body as if inspecting cattle. He felt my muscles, squeezed my breasts, stuck his fingers inside me and inspected my ass.

"Are you still a maiden?" he asked at last.

"No Sir," I said.

"I did not think so. That's good; you at least know what to do." He walked around me again, looking at me with burning eyes. "Do you know what is expected of a pleasure slave?"

"Not really," I muttered.

His fist lashed out at me again and this time I saw stars. The pain was excruciating.

"Address me properly, human!" he yelled.

"I do not, Sir," I choked.

"Permit me to explain," he said with a tone of sarcasm. "Humans sold as pleasure slaves are expected to pleasure their masters in any way required. Male drow are the primary buyers in this market and they have particular tastes."

Jhaldrym reached out and grabbed my nipple and twisted it. "I am talking about sexual pleasure of all kinds. That means servicing not only your master, but his men, his women and even his beasts. Whatever he sees fit...whatever arouses him."

He twisted the nipple harder and I squirmed. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Let's begin."

He stepped away from me and opened a box that was on the floor. I shuddered to think of what was inside it but he surprised me by pulling out a large white feather.

"Part of being a pleasure slave is to know when it is permitted to reach orgasm, if ever," the king began. It felt like a lecture. "Remember, your primary goal is to bring pleasure to your master. Your pleasure is of no consequence unless permitted by your master. In fact, some masters make it a sport, if you will, to see how much you can endure before release."

I swallowed hard and watched him move closer with the feather.

"Let us see what your tolerance is," he said with a half smile on his lips.

Jhaldrym touched the tip of the feather to my neck and slowly caressed my skin. Despite my predicament, it actually felt pleasurable and I shuddered a tiny bit. I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on something else and was rewarded with another slap across my face.

"Keep your eyes focused on me, you worthless human!" he growled.

I could feel my mouth swelling from the blows but I opened my eyes and tried to stay in focus. He took a breath and continued the caressing with the feather. Slowly the feather worked its way to my breast where it began a dance around the firm flesh. He kept it away from the nipple at first, starting from the outermost point. Each circle brought more intense pleasure to me and I tried to control my breathing. And each circle got smaller and smaller. My nipple crinkled to its full hardness. When at last the feather touched it, I gasped.

"Focus," he said softly.

I tried to maintain my focus as he began to tickle my nipple with the feather. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body and my pussy began to respond by throbbing dully despite the pain I felt in other places. Sweat poured down my face. Jhaldrym kept this up for a long time but I fought it down the best I could. I knew if I failed, he would beat me. I knew this without him telling me so. At last, he seemed satisfied and stepped away. I panted and tried to regain my senses.

"Not bad for the first time," he admitted. "Time to increase the pleasure then."

He leaned back in and repeated the process to my other breast. Again the pleasure built as he slowly decreased the circles around my flesh until the nipple hardened. I stared straight ahead and tried to think of other things. I thought my plan would work until he lowered his head to my nipple and began to suck it. I couldn't help myself and let out a soft moan.

At first I expected a dose of pain, but he seemed to enjoy the moan as he grunted and sucked harder. I twisted a bit but was totally helpless to his ministrations. I was disgusted at how turned on I was getting, but he knew what he was doing. When at last I let another moan escape my lips, he bit down on my hard nub and the moan turned into a scream. He let go of me and stood back.

"Your moans give you away. You are to be silent unless given permission! Do you understand?"

"But..." I stammered.

"Do you understand?" he asked again, fist raised.

"Yes Sir," I replied, fearful of another blow.

"Good, let us continue."

He resumed his caressing of my breasts with both the feather and his tongue. For such a big brute of a drow, he was surprisingly skilled. In no time I was again fighting the urge to moan. Although I had never cum in this manner, I was beginning to worry I would. I picked a spot on the opposite wall and focused on it and tried to move apart from what I was experiencing. By distancing my mind from my body I hoped I could survive this test. The assault continued until he finally let up.

"Very good, human," he conceded. "I have pleasured many women in my time and you did well."

I felt bad for all the women who had to deal with him, but I said nothing. I hope the contempt didn't show in my eyes.

Jhaldrym reached between my legs and suddenly violated my pussy with his fingers. When he brought them out, they were wet with my juices.

"Just as I suspected," he said before licking his fingers. "You enjoyed it even if you did not verbalize it."

He was right, but I could not admit it. Instead I braced myself for the next onslaught.

Jhaldrym stepped behind me and pressed his hard body to me. His scent enveloped me as well as the incredible heat radiating from his body. When his pelvis touched my ass, I could feel the hardness of his cock. I shuddered with revulsion. Unfortunately he took this as a sign of desire and he began to roughly grope my body. This time I could shut my eyes and I did so as his large powerful hands touched me everywhere. I tried to think about things that were boring or even sad – anything but what was happening to me at that moment. It even worked for a bit, but when his fingers found my clit and began to rub I had to stifle the urge to moan again. My body stiffened immediately and he grunted his satisfaction.

"Very well human, there may be a chance for you after all," he said in my ear. His breath wafted over me and my stomach turned in revulsion. "Now time for my pleasure."

He stepped back from me and I heard him loosen his pants. I shut my eyes tightly and began to tremble but he only laughed and spat in his hand. He moved closer again and began to squeeze my ass. After another grunt of satisfaction, I felt the tip of his cock against my asshole and I screamed.

"Shut up, you stupid whore," he said through clenched teeth.

"Please don't...." I wailed.

The king moved away from me and as he went to reach for a large riding crop hanging on the wall, I saw his cock bobbing in front of him. It was the largest I had ever seen and it was as black as the rest of him. I began to sob.

He grabbed the crop and I heard it whistle through the air before it landed harshly on my back with a loud smack. My sobs turned to screams.

"Scream as loud as you dare human. No one will come," he snarled.

Three more times the crop landed on my back and three times on my ass. My screams filled the large chamber.

"Now I can finish, you worthless whore," he said as he stepped behind me.

By this time I was in so much pain that I wasn't fully aware of what was going to happen to me until I felt his cock enter my ass brutally and without warning. I screamed again, but this time his hand went over my mouth and he completely filled me. The pain was excruciating.

"Ah yes, nice and tight," he said gruffly.

With his other hand he began to grope my breasts, pulling on the nipples hard as his cock slowly withdrew then edged back in. I felt faint with the pain and hoped I would pass out so I wouldn't have to be subjected to it anymore. But it wasn't meant to be. The king fucked my ass and each stroke went a little faster. I could hear him grunt and moan as he used me. I could do nothing but stand there and take it. I couldn't even scream with his hand over my mouth. I was broken.

At last I heard the unmistakable sounds of a man about to release and he did in a long shuddering groan. He held his cock there and pumped his vile seed into me before pulling out. Instantly I felt his warm cum ooze down my thighs to my ankles.

My head slumped forward and I hung there. Every inch of me was crying out in pain. My face was swollen and my eyes and nose were crusted over with tears and snot.

Jhaldrym stood before me and regarded me with those cold eyes. He said nothing then proceeded to unchain me. I immediately slumped to the floor.

"Get up, you whore," he growled.

But I couldn't stand on my own. He grabbed my arm and hauled me roughly to my feet where I swayed.

"You are not done yet," was all he said.

He yelled something in drow and immediately a door opened. Five fierce looking drow entered the room with leers on their faces. My eyes widened despite the swollenness around them.

"Nooooo," I moaned.

He ignored me and spoke to the drow in their language. The men nodded their understanding. Then he turned to look at me.

"You are to serve these drow in whatever way they desire. However they do know that you are to be sold so there will be strict punishment if they should main or kill you. Consider yourself lucky."

And with that, he strode out the door. I heard it shut with a loud bang and it was if we life was ending with that final sound.

I looked fearfully at each male drow. They were big, but not as big as their king, but the way they leered at me made me tremble. I wasn't sure I would survive an ordeal but I did not want to die at the hands of these men, even if they were under orders not to kill me.

When the first drow came to me and began to prod and grope my body, I let my mind go to another place and I went along with him. Eventually the prodding stopped and I was forced to suck his large cock while on my knees. The others watched, cheering him on in a language I did not understand, but it was pretty obvious what they were excited about.

After the first drow came in my mouth and I gagged on his cum, I was passed to another and another. They violated me every way they knew how. Beating and fucking went hand in hand with these creatures – they knew no difference. How long it went on, I do not know. Eventually I passed out and let the darkness take me.