Subterrane Ch. 03

She began rubbing the circulation back into my limbs, which hurt almost as much as just before they had gone numb.

"Shh, don't be too loud," she said as I made it known I hurt. "It's unlikely this far away and this deep, but not impossible someone could hear us. It's not an unknown place."

I made no reply, but I was watching her as pins and needles swept through my calves. Her face was still expressive, unlike many of the older Drow, and she looked eager, smug, and just a bit greedy.

Given our bargain yet to be played out, I was hardly baffled. I was wondering, though, how I was going to react to this. The rage I'd experienced the first time Gaelan had touched me intimately wasn't there, and didn't seem to be threatening. It was...gone. I knew what my body wanted, needed, but I could not really know how this would turn out in the end.

Submitting to every request the youngest Red Sister asked until this affliction wore off? What did that make me, the group's powerless fuck-toy, no better than a slave? For how long? Was it a mistake from which I'd never be able to recover any standing?

After Gaelan was finished massaging my calves, she ran her hand up my thigh, cupping my mound and I flinched, gulping down an "Oh!" as it flared to life again.

She chuckled and pointed farther back into the cavern. "Go to the chaise."

I blinked and turned my head. She was right; there was a chaise back there, plus a few other seats against the stone wall. The chamber also contained a small fountain built into the stone. The pieces looked to be set up as a place from which to watch whatever might be happening in the middle, which was a clear space but with a few convenient chains hanging down, bolted into the rock above. It was then that I recognized several familiar devices and contraptions pushed along the opposite side from the furniture.

"This is an interrogation room," I murmured.

"Still more comfortable than bare stone or farmers' mud, wouldn't you say? And much more private."

She had me there.

"Go to the chaise," she repeated, and I figured I could count on one hand the number of times she'd let me get away with making her repeat herself.

She hadn't said how to get there, though, so I made a true effort to stand and walk there. She took the opportunity to touch me as I first rolled and got stiffly to all fours, however, tugging on my fur a second before dipping a finger inside my pussy and I gasped and lost track of what I was doing for a moment. I stayed on all fours, waiting for more.

With a firm pat to my rump leaving a wet fingerprint, she encouraged me to move forward. "Go on."

I had to crawl for the first little ways but eventually got unsteadily to my feet. She didn't stop me, just paced me, standing behind where I could not see her without turning—though I didn't dare turn. When I reached the lounge, I stood there looking at it. Now what?

Gaelan came into my view by standing at the head of the chaise and she gestured. "On your hands and knees, but facing me, not the wall."

That would mean I should take to the foot of the chaise opposite her. I got down slowly on all fours with my knees not quite at the edge and positioned myself facing her. The velvet material was cool and a bit dusty, but soft and infinitely preferable to the hard stone. My sex pulsed in anticipation, as if I could expect someone to step up and satisfy me from behind...but that was not likely, was it? Gaelan was not the right gender for that.

Perhaps if she *couldn't* actually satisfy my cravings like she claimed, then I did not have to submit to everything she said. That was the bargain, wasn't it?

The Red Sister smiled widely again. "Splitting hairs already, Sirana? Your face gives away your thoughts as much as mine does. And in any case, don't worry, Elder D'Shea is always prepared."

What did she have to do with this? And my face was not that easy to read!

"Oh, is she?" I gave Gaelan an extremely annoyed expression. "Is this clear enough?"

"Quite." She laughed aloud, a sound that briefly echoed in the chamber before she stifled it, bringing her gloved knuckles up to her lips. "You want to know what I mean about D'Shea being prepared."

I smiled sweetly in a resounding, if sarcastic, "yes, please."

"Don't worry, I'll make it so clear you won't ever forget."

I watched a Red Sister disarm and undress herself. I should have been paying rapt attention to every detail, every piece she took off, as it was information few had and I wanted to be able to use it, to know what to expect. Cloak, satchel, gloves, bracers, belt of pouches, weapons, small vials...

However my position with the cool air on my empty sex, along with my insatiate hungers, were not allowing me as much focus as I wanted...particularly when she got to the leather boots, tugging them off slowly and sensually to reveal long, ebony legs. It got worse when she began unbuckling the red leather armor, peeling off pieces to reveal either more skin or dark, soft, form-fitting articles that protected against chafing, which then were also removed.

Gaelan took down her hair, too, removed it from the severe braid, and it was much longer than it had looked. It flowed white and soft, matching the tuft between her legs. She was beautiful but looked like a warrior and an assassin, even naked, standing with a poised grace that mimicked the very Spider Lady we worshiped: light on one's feet, defined muscles slightly tense and coiled, always ready to pounce.

She smiled. "Shall I show you more?"

Show me...what? For one, I couldn't remember what she'd been supposedly showing me, other than her body which I could not help but admire. For another, the blood was draining out of my head and I panted softly in impatient readiness, tremors starting to show in my arms.

"All you can," I ground out, figuring she'd go at exactly her own pace and not a bit faster.

She leaned down them to pluck up a small leather satchel from her pile of belongings. What she pulled from that satchel made me blink and stare; I wasn't even sure what I was looking at.

It looked like a long, curved false phallus that female Drow might use between each other, the one with it meant to serve the other. It flopped and waved with a very realistic weight to it so it wasn't just polished wood or marble. It was the right color for Drow flesh as well, and I swallowed, my thoughts and disgust clearly showing on my face.

Gaelan laughed again, sitting on the edge of the chaise facing me, her legs wide apart where I could see her in all her glory. "No, no, Sirana. It's not a body part. It's a magical device. Such fine craftsmanship, no? Here, watch."

I watched with wide eyes as she fit one end of the phallus into her sex with a pleasured sigh, then stroked and molded the very real-looking erection to conform to her body. She murmured a soft word, and immediately something magical was plucking at the edge of my senses.

There was a shimmer similar to that in an illusion before it connected to her, anchoring itself in what looked to be a very solid fashion. It didn't so much appear as though she were suddenly male; there were no testicles and I could still trace the ridge back to the part that was lodged inside her body and her pussy visibly wrapped around it. However, she needed no strap or halter to hold it in place. She lifted both hands in the air with flare and grinned, sporting a very proud and satisfactory cock.

Oh, Lolth, I was at once unbearably excited and scared out of my mind. Her fingers or tongue were never going to be enough to satisfy me, I knew deep down, so I'd been sure she would leave me unfulfilled. But she now had the primary weapon to make me submit in every way while Lolth's passion was bearing down on me...

I understood at Court that, normally, the female wearing the phallus was submissive to the other, who usually rode it. This was because the female with the false erection rarely ever got near the satisfaction in sensation that the dominant female did. She, and her pleasure, came second.

I was not so certain here; that "magical device" looked like it was pleasuring Gaelan by just being inside her. Her eyes were lazy and at half width, her mouth was relaxed and the lips swollen. Her posture clearly indicated that she was not the "bottom" between us, even being the one to wear the cock. She was looking for a place to spear with that thing, and my body would likely open itself to her and be grateful.

Like the two males dominating my body in the chamber...I was going to take that piece in whatever way pleased this Red Sister most and not have much say about it.

Continued...