Sufferance Ch. 08

I took a few very long strokes, pulling out entirely before squeezing the head back into her cushy sex, pulling out and pressing in again. She moaned.

"Y-yes," she said.

"Is that an answer, or do you just like what I'm doing?"

"Both," she hissed. "Fucking cunt..."

I chuckled.

"So have you ever gotten Qivni to cum?" I asked, taking the opportunity to play not only with Panagan's clit but also her open and available anus.

"Sh...ah...fu-...augn..." she moaned, starting to strain to get my fingers to touch certain places. I paid attention to the movements and obliged her, but also felt the tension coiling up in my abdomen as I approached a much-delayed climax.

"Keep your hands on your ass, Panagan....Don't move them. Come, now...yes or no?"

"Yes..." she gasped.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I've...made her cum."

"How did you do it?"

"Not...part of our bargain, Sirana...ah!..."

I pressed on her clit harder, as she seemed to like it. Then I released, squeezing her lips and rubbing her clit indirectly between them. It was getting in the way of my own thrusting and that was probably the only reason I hadn't orgasmed yet. I kept rubbing harder and Panagan trembled and moaned, and as soon as I felt the first flutters around my cock, I removed my hand, my phallus, everything except for a hand on her lower back, prepared to hold her down and keep her from finishing herself.

She was shocked speechless. My timing had been about right; I'd wrecked a climax that had just begun, leaving her with one or two beginning waves of pleasure before it disappeared unfulfilled.

"How did you do it?"

"Are you done...?"

"No." I shoved the Feleu back into her but otherwise held it still, using my weight to keep her hips from moving too much. "But we'll save time if you talk. I like to talk when I'm fucking, Panagan, I learned it from Jaunda."

The impaled Red Sister looked toward the City, apparently recalling that Jael was running closer, and that assisted me in breaking down her resistance to my additional demand. "She likes it when...you suck hard on her, and hold on...sometimes it can take half a mark. It makes her clit swell large."

That was certainly an oddity. I'd noticed a generous clitoris before, the single time Qivni had taken me—impatiently and with distaste—and she had asked to be sucked, and yes, I'd been reluctant, but she had barely given me any time to explore that route before she threw me off, seeming to change her mind. Instead she slapped my backside repeatedly until it was burning hot and roughly pierced between my cheeks with the Feldeu. And that was that.

I withdrew from Panagan and pressed the well-oiled head of the magical phallus against her rear portal; I heard her suck in her breath and felt her yielding already. I paused, letting her orifice clench helplessly at the desired tool, only barely inside.

"That's all you do? Suck hard?"

"She likes...sharp pains..."

"So...pinching her inner thighs at the same time, perhaps?"

"Yes!" Panagan gasped. "Sirana...you've got...more than we agreed. Hurry and finish!"

"Tell me one more thing true about Qivni. Your choice." I sank only a small measure into her bunghole and she trembled, growled when I stopped.

"Ah..." she tried to answer. "S-she...is a Priestess's daughter."

"Which one?" I gave Panagan a few faster strokes as encouragement.

"Guh, oh...fuck," she gasped, "yes, like that!"

I stopped. "Which Priestess, you slobbering slut?"

"Not one you'd know, cunt," she ground out. "She hasn't had...much to do with the Sisters."

"Is that how Qivni learned to manage Draegloth with that Abyssal language?"

Panagan nodded. "I th-think so."

Good enough.

I finally loosed my own reigns, fucking Panagan's asshole has hard as she had mine when we'd wrestled in the past. It seemed exactly what she wanted; she cried out excitedly and I thought that as long as we'd both messed up this hunt from beginning to end, we might as well not try to be quiet about it now.

By this point I did not need long, however, and I gladly climaxed before Panagan did, groaning and pressing in to the hilt into her body as I shuddered over and over. She writhed under me, frustrated and unsatisfied, but I leaned back and pulled out, leaving her vacant.

I chuckled with a slap to her backside before stepping back. "Better go catch Jael, Panagan."

She got up and glared hotly at me, setting her uniform to rights and picking up her cloak. It appeared that she would be finishing her hunt with a drenched and frustrated crotch as she would not take the time to wipe off.

From the look on Panagan's face, Jael would be in for a time if she ended up as sloppy seconds.

"You keep to your part of the bargain," Panagan demanded again.

"Of course," I agreed casually. "I told you, this is better for me. And if I may say, you have a hungry pair of clutching holes, Sister."

"So do you," she spat, as if that were something we didn't both already know.

I waggled my fingers in farewell as she finally took off running. I took some time to properly remove and wash the Feldeu then myself, checking over my equipment and listening to the environment around me. Smaller creatures, blind or spineless, crawled around and I heard running water somewhere to my right, but no caravans, no patrols. I was taking a lot of risks lately but felt myself caring less at this point. I'd be paying plenty for all that I had accomplished when the time came, but I couldn't bring myself to worry so much as I might have before.

I was getting tired of that. Fortunate favored the bold.

I loved that Panagan had pulled down her own leathers to present to me. Perhaps she hadn't realized it, but none of her group had ever gotten me to do that for them; they had always needed to forcibly strip me, if I wasn't naked already, and spread my legs or my buttocks open themselves. I submitted to directions after that point, even willingly used my mouth, but the initial exposure of my quivering loins had needed to be earned.

It was not necessarily a game-winner between us, but it gave me an edge that I knew how to use. And now I knew a little more of what made both her and Qivni tick as well.

I prepared myself to continue the hunt—because I had to at least make the appearance—and went to collect my dwarven mount before finding out where the rest of the Red Sisters waited, and who ultimately captured Jael Aurenthietti.

*****

If I desired, I would have been able to ride right past the sentries; they did not slow me or signal to me. The uniform was more than enough, even if I could sense them staring at just what I was riding.

I slowed myself down, however, and signaled to them.

*Who has passed through in the last candle mark?*

The sentry who answered carried herself well, balanced and watchful. She wore well-made armor and a distinct helmet of unmistakable spider-like design, a cloak around her shoulders that could blur her form as well as mine could if necessary.

*Four other Sisters and one fugitive, Red Sister,* she signed. *Three appeared first, ordered us not to challenge the fugitive. A fourth Red Sister followed soon after the fugitive passed. Then you, three minutes later.*

I nodded. *As you were.*

Figuring Panagan had the same information—if she had a wit in her head after I'd fucked her to frustration—it would be close, and it depended who that trio of Sisters was, whether they simply pounced on Jael ahead of Panagan.

I rather hoped it wasn't any of D'Shea's party.

Though I was healed and could run again, my shaggy beast would allow me to close that three-minute gap much more quickly. Small farms and plantations were dotting the expanse of the cavern base as I galloped along the road leading to the City. It would still take three or four marks on a candle to reach it at a walk, less on faster transportation, and the Red Sisters had plenty of open, less populated land to track and chase the "fugitive" within Drow territory.

I found the footprints that went off the road and into the fields, and I looked ahead of me, straining to detect life movement. I heard it before I saw it and kicked the mount in that direction. I saw bodies darting after and flanking a naked figure, trying to steer her in some direction. I saw more detail as I got closer and recognized Moria and Zursa with Qivni.

My relief that it wasn't Jaunda and hers warred with my caution and my competitive jealousy; it was hard to watch and not make my own attempt to capture the prey.

Jael put up an impressive effort to evade capture, but ultimately did not see Panagan until it was too late, and she was tackled in the farmers' dirt. I dismounted and approached silently, noting how greedily—it seemed to me—that Panagan groped at Jael's naked breasts and plunged a gloved hand between her legs before pinching her buttocks. The initiate squealed and shrieked in anger; she would have fought anyway, but my frustrated rival's invasive and crude exploration made Jael understandably anxious about what would happen to her.

Panagan could hold her down for only brief spells, but in those moments, she worked on removing and tossing her belt toward Zursa, who picked it up, and opening and shoving down her own pants. I felt one of my brows rise when I saw Moria step forward to hand out a Feldeu to Panagan.

It was a foregone conclusion what would happen next, but I wanted to see if it was any different than what I'd experienced.

It was easier, with less chance for injury, to hold Jael down on her belly but she resisted putting her rear up in the air. By Moria and Zursa's crows of delight, Panagan did finally penetrate Jael even with her hips on the ground, claiming her, but had difficulty staying in long enough to climax. Jael's wriggling kept dislodging her.

I wasn't sure that orgasm was a requirement to satisfy the claim, but I knew Panagan really wanted to cum after I'd left her so aroused and angry. She was desperate and not much in control of herself even when she managed to grip Jael's hair and hold her face to the ground while getting her hips risen just enough to reposition her phallus.

I heard Jael scream in pain and anger as Panagan cruelly speared her backside, and I automatically scanned the field for witnesses. If there were any—likely there was at least one—they were staying their distance from whatever was going on. Any voyeurs would only see the Red Sister's carrying out a well-known punishment and be glad it wasn't them.

I thought Jael's current responses were quite familiar on a personal level. Panagan hadn't prepared her at all; she'd just done her usual insertion without any skill or finesse. Whatever previous use the initiate might have experienced wouldn't have carried over after I'd given her my healing draught; she'd be tight and new again as if she hadn't been gang-banged any number of times in the last two cycles. It could be a double-edged sword, the healing.

Panagan had no thought for anyone but herself right now, and Jael wouldn't enjoy this. She could only endure.

Qivni saw me first as I slid closer and smiled in satisfaction. "Too late, Sirana. She's ours. Be a good girl and inform D'Shea."

Moria and Zursa looked as well and grinned widely, Moria sneering at me. Panagan's back was to me as she humped a still-struggling and lividly cursing Jael with as much appeal as I recalled; she did not look at me.

I smiled back, but tightened one side of my mouth as if I tasted something sour. "Four against one in the endgame hardly seems sporting."

"Jaunda's nearby as well, novice. She saw you didn't make it in time, so no need for her to help you."

"Then now what, Lead?" I asked, deciding not to pick a fight right now.

"You go report to D'Shea. Leave her with us, we will bring her in."

Fortunately for Jael, Panagan was ready to peak quickly and did so with a loud, aggressive growl of release, pressing her hips flat against their new novice. As soon as she dismounted and Jael tried to move, Moria and Zursa each grabbed an arm and hauled her backward and to her knees between them.

The initiate was infuriated, trembling with pain and overflowing emotion. I felt a stab of excitement and arousal watching her expressive face and her body language. She would keep fighting for now, and thanks to the tactics used in this very field, it would take time to break that habit and get her to start thinking before she attacked.

I was not impressed, and wondered when I would have my turn with her?

Gaelan had done me a favor after my capture, taking me somewhere safe and private and doing things the way she had, not so crudely and publicly as this.

Jaunda had been smarter as well for leaving us alone; I could believe, knowing what I knew now, that the Lead and her team could have walked onto the scene at any time after Gaelan had caught me atop Auslan. She and the others had come in only after I'd completely submitted to anything the younger Sister had wanted to do, after the divine magic had run its course for the moment.

It had to have been D'Shea's doing, hadn't it? Her instruction?

Maybe Jaunda has been well-aware this whole time of the plot to keep Gaelan raised above me, even though it was not the natural order. Maybe that was why she hadn't walked in recently while I'd been worn the Feldeu with Gaelan for the first time...

Certainly more food for thought.

Jael was breathing rapidly, her skin dusted and smeared with dirt, her teeth bared still even though she'd probably been fighting long enough to burn down quite a few candles. It spoke well for her iron-strength will, but could she be guided?

She looked up and focused on me, recognized me quickly. I resisted the urge to wink at her again, but felt myself smiling anyway. Her expression in return was wary; I could not be sure what went through her mind right then, but I wondered whether she might believe I had more to do with her recent change in fate than I actually had? It would have been a thought of my own, were I in her place.

Qivni ended the eye-contact between us by roughly slipping a black bag over Jael's head and cinching the drawstring. Our initiate panicked at first, trying to reach for the bag, writhing to escape as the other two Sisters held her firm. The Lead removed a crop from her belt and slapped Jael's back and buttocks a few times.

"Stop," she ordered. "Behave yourself." She looked at me with an annoyed expression; she had certainly noticed my apparent connection with the initiate and she wondered about, it but was not going to ask about it now. "Sirana, return to your Elder. Sisters, come."

They dragged Jael away with them and toward some mounts awaiting them as I watched, and I sighed quietly to myself.

I would have done it a different way.

I strode to return to my own loitering mount as they withdrew into the distance and the darkness, and Jaunda would have successfully sneaked up on me if not for the anxious dancing those cloven hoofs. I spun around.

"Lolth damn that beast." Jaunda was grinning, nearly upon me.. "Looks like you have quite a story to tell."

I took the moment I needed to reach for the creature's reigns, just so it wouldn't skitter away. I nodded and tried not to smile too smugly. "I do."

Jaunda's arm snaked around my shoulders and I felt her put much of her weight against me. It was not from any need for affection or closeness on her part. From what I'd grown to understand, she did it as a show of dominance, forcing the other Red Sister to focus on keeping herself upright while Jaunda spoke more privately to her.

"You need a bath, sweetlips."

"I don't doubt it, Lead," I smiled. "Where is your team?"

"Sent them back once Aurenthietti was caught. D'Shea's unhappy with you."

"I knew she would be. It worked, though."

"What worked?"

"Aurenthietti had a fair shot to make it back, so it protected D'Shea's interests."

"Meaning...you convinced Rausery the recruit didn't have a chance, unless you and Panagan left right then?"

I nodded. "Close enough, Lead. Panagan and me leaving then was Rausery's idea."

Jaunda was silent a moment, then spoke again. "You know, sometimes they just die, Sirana. We don't ultimately get every recruit that we pick. Maybe half."

I didn't reply, uselessly standing next to the dwarven mount holding the reigns.

"You fancied this one especially? Met her before, perhaps?"

"I met her before, yes. During the battle with the Illithids."

"The last one?"

"Yes, Lead."

"Ah. That explains something D'Shea said."

I knew better than to ask with that tone. Something held warning in it.

Jaunda's gloved had slipped down my back over my cloak. "Good for you following orders and letting Rausery take this one."

When her hand reached the small of my back, I gasped involuntarily and tried to shift away, but realized too late that Rausery had been going for it anyway. She gripped me and pushed hard to bend me over the saddle of the mount, taking the reins from me and speaking what I thought were magical words as her hips pressed against my buttocks, her weight holding me to the saddle for the moment. The dwarven mount inexplicably went very docile and cooperated to keep me trapped between it and Jaunda.

My Lead's hand withdrew the Feldeu from my belt.

"We were wondering where this had gone," she murmured. "You've got some explaining to do."

She didn't want me to explain anything right then, however. She promptly put me back on the receiving end of her own Feldeu.

"Take down your leathers for me, Sirana," she ordered, and there was no negotiation.

I did as ordered, well aware of the irony that I'd pressed Panagan into doing the same for me just a few marks before.

This was outside of Jaunda's and my previous arrangement, but she'd found Gaelan's missing Feldeu on me and I figured her stretching my holes out here in an open field was only the beginning of that punishment.

It could be worse.

"Ungh, Lolth, I've missed this," she grunted as I flinched as she went straight for my netherhole. Her thrusts got very hard, very fast. I was gasping haggardly to keep breathing as the beast's spine pressed up just beneath my ribs.

"And you...still owe me a hunt."

I did, didn't I?

"Fuck," I gasped, writhing under an unabashed mixture of pain and pleasure in my loins and my ass.

She did me harder, slapping my haunches and talking to me as she did so. "You've been up to a lot lately...you'll tell everything, all bargains struck, all secrets being kept, when D'Shea asks, won't you, little apprentice?"

Apprentice? I groaned, unable to answer for a few moments as Jaunda kept her harsh tempo. "I...I..."

"I shouldn't have to tell you...D'Shea can honor your deals with others, provided they don't interfere with her own...but you have to tell her about them. If you don't, she'll make you. You know that, right? You know the mistake Gaelan made?"

I nodded. "Y-yes, Lead...I know..."

"You've crossed a couple lines now, worse than that sweet sub ever did. Better talk fast before she forces something down your throat... and it won't be my cock."

I understood clearly, feeling hot flashes both from the extremely forceful coupling and the fear of being made to take another compulsion potion... "W-why would you care, Lead?"

"I watched you back before you came to us, Sirana... I know you. Love the way your mind works. Don't want..." Jaunda's voice got thicker, huskier as she got closer to climax. "Don't want D'Shea to make another mistake she'll regret... because of her pride and station. Gaelan was never like you but...that potion was a mistake. She hasn't been the same...too fearful, too meek. She will try but she won't last unless she earns back D'Shea's trust and somehow gets it reversed."

Jaunda pulled out completely before thrusting all the way back in, making my back jerk with the force of it as I cried out.