The Knight and the Pit
Hell was a rather aptly named place to die, in Faeluta's opinion.
The prison of Olga Discordia's growing forces. The pit that made every stalwart soldier's heart dance with dread. The hole in the Earth where none who entered exited.
The place where fair maidens are treated as playthings, sport for the insane, gibbering hordes of the encroaching darkness.
"KEEP MOVIN'. QUEEN IS WAITIN' FOR YEH, CAN KEEP ER' WAITIN', EH?"
Thebrutish, booming words coincided with a shove that almost sent Faeluta sprawling onto the ground...but with a warrior's grace she righted herself, despite the manacles keeping her arms and hands bound and her Magic restrained.
Instead she shot the Orc 'escorting' her a contemptuous look, even if the beast was more verbose and 'well-spoken' than most of it's other brethren.
The monster seemed to take no notice of her glare, instead drooling as it's beady eyes roamed over her body and it's thick tongue darted out to lick it's lips, the filthy animal yanking on the chain kept securely in it's grasp, dragging Faeluta closer to it's crotch where it's erect cock could brush up against her spine.
The Elf had to restrain a sigh as the beast did so.
Three days in Hell and while she had yet to be defiled, this sort of treatment was demeaning in it's own right…
She supposed she should count herself as lucky, in that regard. Prior to her capture she had been known as Steel Wind Faeluta, favored warrior of the Light Goddess Celestine alongside Claduia Levantine.
Rather on the short side, the Elf was nonetheless an imposing presence, on account of her odd looks.
Silver hair the same color as steel, with crimson eyes the shade of blood alongside her pointed ears had led some on both the enemies side and her own to wonder if she was a Vampire, a monster of myth and legend.
She certainly had the body to be one of those night seductresses. Firm, modestly-sized breasts atop a lithe body and tight ass, arms and legs that looked so fragile yet could wield a sword with ease, as many on both sides of the conflict could attest to.
Indeed, she truly was 'lucky'. The typical practice of Discordia's monsters that had captured warriors responsible for the death of many of their kin was to torture them to death...or in the case of the females, rape them to death.
Although she had heard a few disquieting rumors that a few truly unfortunate men had suffered fates similar to the women…
She had fully expected a soldier like her to be tossed into a breeding den of the foul beasts the moment she had lost. Instead she had spent three days in a plain cell, stark naked and forced to listen to the screams and pleas of Hell's other inmates, the guttural shouts and hoots of the monsters of Discordia's army having their way with the captives.
Only now had she been led out of her cell by the unusually verbose Orc.
"WE DER' NOW. MAKE GOOD SHOW, EH? I WATCH AND ENJOY, HEH!"
Before she could even ask what the dull creature meant she felt the manacle around her neck snap loose, same for the Magic-restraining cuffs, and was unceremoniously shoved through a large door that shut itself behind her with a loud BOOM!
Picking herself up off the ground with great dignity the Elf surveyed the room she now found herself in...and felt her previously restrained nervousness flare up slightly.
Raised walls that topped five meters created a large bowl, four gates spaced evenly around it the only potential entrances or exits...and a deafening cheer that assaulted her sensitive ears, coinciding with several torches being lit around the room in a showy display.
Hundreds-if not thousands-of Discordia's monsters lined the tiered walls, all of them ravening beasts that drooled and frothed in celebratory manners as they hurled suggestions and insults at her, their taunts blending into a white noise that would have caused her to go weak in the knees had she not been made of sterner stuff.
Rather, her gaze was drawn by two figures that stood atop a raised dais separate from the other gathered monsters.
Olga Discordia and her favored servant, Chloe. Both Dark Elves obviously here to taunt her...
Rising from her throne and calmly strolling forward, erotic body on display in skimpy clothing, Discordia raised a hand for silence and was heeded almost immediately.
"My loyal minions, before us stands a particularly troublesome opponent, one who has given us no shortage of grief and slain many of our brethren."
Her eyes narrowed as they locked onto the dispassionate Elf standing strong in the pit below.
"Steel Wind Faeluta. A peerless warrior that had almost no equal, who is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of our kin...and no doubt lead others into slaughtering tens of thousands. I ask of you, my loyal servants! WHAT SHALL HER PUNISHMENT BE?!"
Faeluta would give the Dark Queen credit...she certainly knew how to whip up her followers into a frenzy.
At once the crowd roared, an intelligible cacophony of noise that had no meaning.
But in under a minute a theme, a chant, began to surface.
"GROND, GROND, GROND, GROND!"
The slightest traces of fear now began to settle in Faeluta's stomach, the deafening chant awakening her primal instinct to run and hide.
"GROND, GROND, GROND!"
With a final, echoing shout Olga raised her hand once more, both her and her servant smirking as she announced, "Very well...we shall give this Hero to Grond. Open the gates!"
At her command a terrific grinding noise began, one of the far off gates ponderously rising on rusty hinges as the crowd roared it's approval.
Once the door completed it's journey the gathered monsters fell deathly silent, no one so much as breathing-
Thud.
Faeluta nervously swallowed.
Thud.
Naked, with no weapons other than her Magic all the Elven warrior could do was crouch in readiness to fight for her life-
THUD.
...Her resolve nearly faltered right then and there as something passed through the gate.
3.5 meters tall, a vaguely humanoid body that was densely packed with muscle, albeit it's skin was an obsidian color. Clawed hands and feet smoothly flexed in silent motions, it's motions eerily controlled and liquid.
The head was the most unnerving.
Shaped much like a human's, the only obviously different features were the two horns sprouting from it's hairless skull, glowing pupil-less orange eyes and fanged maw.
Faeluta couldn't help but flinch as she caught a glimpse of the massive tool hanging freely from the creature's groin. Even flaccid it was unnaturally large, were it to become fully engorged she had no doubt it would end up just as thick as her thigh.
Her attention was drawn back to Discordia as she snapped her fingers, 'Grond' obediently turning to face the Dark Elf Queen.
A cruel smirk adorning her beautiful features the woman announced, "Consider yourself honored, Steel Wind. Grond is an unusual being with no known kin...thus, you shall be given to him as a child-bearer. No doubt the offspring of such a magnificent specimen and mighty warrior such as yourself will be a significant boon to my army."
The nude Elf swallowed, the taste in her mouth bitter. Of course this was to be her fate…
"Oh, and do try to put a good fight, will you? I have tried many times in the past to give Grond a mate but he is quite particular about them, always attempting to fight them before choosing. Thus far, he has not picked a proper mate. Grond?"
The silent monster gave no more sign of listening than to fractionally incline it's head.
With an imperious gesture Olga ordered, "Mate with her."
With a rattling hiss like an oversized snake Grond finally turned back towards it's opponent, striding towards her with purposeful steps.
Setting aside her nausea Faeluta focused, drawing her Magic forth and surrounding her body in a silvery-white aura. While she may have lacked a weapon, her Magic would afford her great speed and strength, perhaps enough to carry the day.
She settled onto the balls of her feet-
-and almost died right then and there, Grond leaping forward with a speed and grace that belied it's size, Faeluta only narrowly escaping the beast's charge by rolling to the side.
The onlookers cheered, a swell of noise and stamping feet drowning out even the beating of her own heart.
Grond smoothly spun to face her, malevolent gaze still calm and collected, once more stalking her with sure footing as the Elf replied in kind, backpedalling and keeping a set distance between them with rapid steps.
She wasn't entirely sure how to go about defeating this beast. She doubted she would be able to beat it in a contest of strength, and it didn't seem anything approaching mindless...she would have to catch it by surprise then.
For almost a minute the monster relentlessly but assuredly stalked her, neither fighter making a different move…
Until Grond, with a guttural chuckle of all things, opened it's fanged maw slightly, letting a tongue that was more coiled muscle than it was a sensory organ unfurl from it's jaw.
And it kept going. The monsters throat pulsed in steady time, each pulse letting more dripping flesh escape the monster's mouth until there was nearly five meters of freely twisting organ dancing through the air in graceful arcs.
Faeluta narrowed her eyes, unsure of what to expect from the beast's display-
-and once again her warrior instincts barely saved her, the tongue snapping forward with enough force to chip stone, a blow that would have been damaging for sure had it connected.
And yet it gave her an idea.
The beast's tongue snapped forth several more times-
-and with unnerving accuracy Faeluta reached out, grabbing the striking appendage with a sure hand and letting it reel her in towards Grond, the demon too shocked by her sudden action to act.
It payed for it's indecision as Faeluta landed a powerful kick to it's skull, flattening the beast despite it's impressive bulk-
-and with a harsh cry the Elf landed on it's back, bringing her fists down on it's neck with a vicious hammer blow, cratering the stone around the downed beast and silencing the crowd as she leapt back, ignoring the bruising on her arms the last attack had left.
For a moment all was silent, the warrior Elf smirking as she reveled in a victory well earned-
-and with a light growl Grond pushed itself out of the crushed floor, shaking it's head and smoothly regaining it's feet, shocking the Elf.
That blow would have killed a Troll. How could it brush off the strike so easily?
And as it turned around to once again face her she couldn't hold back a nervous swallow, the crowd roaring their approval.
...Grond merely smiled at her, reached down with it's hand-
-and started pumping it's cock with smooth jerks.
So caught off guard by the motion Faeluta could do nothing but stare, surprised to such an extent she wasn't even offended.
But then reality hit and she felt her face pale, the massive organ steadily growing in size as Grond gave low, pleased growls, steaming precum flowing from the penis' tip.
The crowd's roars effortlessly turned to jeers and playful advice, as well as lustful howls.
Well wasn't it her lucky day? Apparently she had impressed the foul creature…
Her already shaken nerves took another hit as with a soft squelch noise ten tentacle-like appendages ripped themselves free from the beast's back, each one a good seven meters long and glistening with dripping liquid.
Grond grinned...and leapt forward.
It wasn't much of a contest after that.
Unable to defend from the tongue and tentacles Faeluta could only bat aside a few of the striking appendages-
-and she promptly found her legs yanked out from underneath her, a pair of tentacles sneaking behind her when her attention had been elsewhere.
She reached down with her arms to rip off the restraining pieces of flesh-
-and couldn't as Grond ensnared her arms with it's own, the Elf wincing as the monster's grip was both brutal and unyielding, yanking her limbs wide as it hoisted her into the air.
She thrashed as best she could but met with little success as another pair of tentacles restrained her legs, forcing them just as wide as her arms, exposing her sex to the world.
She tried not to panic...and failed as she was wheeled around in mid-air so that she was facing the Dark Queen's throne, her back to Grond.
"Well well well...it seems he's taken a liking to you, Steel Wind...do try to survive the mating process, would you?"
Faeluta bared her teeth and was about to bitingly reply-
SMACK!
-and instead yelped as something stung her ass, hard.
She twisted her head around with wild abandon, bewildered as to what had hit her...and instantly felt an angry flush suffuse her face with heat.
The perverted monster had spanked her with it's tongue, leaving an angry red welt across the pale, taut flesh.
Jeering laughter filled the auditorium as a second strike caused her to give a short shriek of pain, Chloe smirking and loudly suggesting, "Oh? It looks like Grond has decided that the Steel Wind has been a naughty girl, deserving of punishment~!"
Faeluta grit her teeth and locked a whimper behind them as the beast struck her once more, resolving not to give the gathered host the pleasure of seeing her in pain.
The minutes wore on, brutal strikes gradually transforming her ass and back into a mass of red welts and bits of broken, bleeding skin.
When no more hits seemed to be coming the Elf gave out a quiet sob of relief, a single tear leaking from her eyelid as she fought back the agony of the whipping.
A tear that was suddenly the least of her worries as that very same tongue poked her in the ass, teasing the edges of her anus and causing her eyes to widen.
"No, wait, you can't just-"
Her plea went unheeded as Grond rammed it's mouth muscle into her butt, the Elf giving an agonized cry at the sudden violation of her rectum by such a thick muscle, the unnatural action causing burning and itching like nothing she had ever experienced.
And it kept going. She could feel the invading tool spreading apart her insides as it wound it's way further and further-
-and her thoughts screeched to a halt as a wave of such intense nausea hit her that she immediately gagged, looking downwards with unthinking fear-
-and a frightened sob left her as he she could see the tongue winding around in her intestines, slowly bulging her stomach outwards as more and more of the flesh worked it's way inside…
She had to look away, retching in response to a particularly queasy movement and now tears were freely leaving her eyes.
She lost track of time, only waves of varying sickness marking time as bile continuously rose in her throat-
-and abruptly something else took up residency there, winding upwards like a snake…
Faeluta whimpered and immediately shut her mouth, some misplaced sense of dignity keeping her from letting the beasts tongue fully escape her body in such a humiliating manner-
-and she failed, instinctively opening her mouth to vomit and in a spray of saliva Grond's tongue left her throat, waving about in a hideous parody as all the Elf could do was give off sickened little whimpers.
The crowd loved it.
A satisfied smile on it's face Grond slowly retracted it's tongue, an exacting and gradual process that slowly deflated the Elf's stomach and finally exited her asshole, the woman quietly sobbing as she felt her anus gape wide, cold air flowing up the hole as her rectum spastically twitched, unused to being pried open for so long.
She was afforded no opportunity to rest as Grond gave a low, humming growl...and she abruptly felt something wet and hard place itself against her womanhood.
Shaking in terror she forced herself to look down-
-and found one of Grond's tentacles, the appendage slightly less thick than her wrist, poised at the entrance to her chamber.
"Y-you've already done so much...please don't do this! I-I'll do anything you want just-just not this-"
Her plea went unheard or unappreciated as she felt a jolt of crushing pressure, the tentacle trying to force itself into her virgin walls and forcing her to grit her teeth-
-and cried out anyway as her pussy burned, a tearing and itching pain completely foreign to her setting the Elf's loins ablaze as the tentacle forced itself inside her body with powerful strokes.
She hadn't been wet in the slightest and the sensation of dry flesh being forced aside by powerful thrusts, of her sensitive walls tearing and chaffing brought tears to the elf's crimson eyes, arms and legs straining futilely against her restraints.
Her pain only worsened as a second phallus placed itself at her abused and dripping anus and before she could even beg for the monster to stop it pushed past her meager resistance, Faeluta screaming as the thick appendage ravaged her body to the insane laughter of her tormentors.
Her beautiful body was bouncing with every lustful push of the tentacles, blood freely dripping down her thighs from her ravaged cunt and down her back from the tongue-lashings she had suffered earlier.
Even her swaying breasts weren't spared, Grond's tongue winding around the firm globes of flesh and squeezing them, rough muscle dragging across erect nipples as the Elf's tits deformed from the pressure being applied.
And then a second tentacle lined itself up at her dripping entrance, already sopping wet due to the tentacles discharge and blood...and a keening wail escaped Faeluta's throat as the second phallus forced itself inside, punishing her vagina and spreading it so wide she felt like she was going to tear in two, her cervix being relentlessly pounded by the pistoning cocks.
She was barely conscious enough to notice the second cock probe the entrance to her ass, only a fearful sob leaving her as she knew there would be no mercy-
-a despairing wail left the Elf's mouth as her anus burned, the second phallus joining the first in ruining her body with powerful movements, the friction and stress enough to begin opening up slight tears in her butt's tissues and allowing yet another trickle of blood to drip to the ground below.
For a few minutes there was naught but the sound of violently slapping flesh and Faeluta's broken whimpers, her sexy form so thoroughly violated that she was reduced to little more than an animal, crying and begging for mercy.
A mercy that wasn't coming.
With a feral growl Grond seemed to have enough, it's tentacle-cocks ripping themselves from the Elf's body and causing her to scream in shocked pain, her cunt and rectum dripping with blood and discharge as she harshly gasped for air.
Was...was it over? How much more could it take from her? There was nothing-
SMACK
-left…
Gazing down in mindless horror Faeluta could only stare at the turgid, twitching cock that had just sprung upwards into her loins, smacking them with an uncomfortable amount of force.
She had been unfortunately correct when she suspected the cock would be as big as her thigh when fully erect.
"No...no, no, no!"
The tentacles restraining her legs unwound themselves, Grond's impossibly strong grip replacing them instead and causing her bones to dangerously creak, leaving her upper body to sway back-and-forth as it would.
"NO NO NO NO NO!"
Her frenzied pleas summarily ignored Grond lined up it's cock with her battered entrance, planted it's feet-
-and pushed.
"GGRRK?!"
Faeluta's mind went blank, brain unable to comprehend the levels of pain and desecration it was undergoing.
Her hips were forced wide, pelvis shattering as the invading cock pounded into her, already bruised and bleeding vagina being forced to unimaginably wide proportions...and Grond had only worked in 4 or so inches of it's 2 foot length.
Her flesh began to stretch, straining to accommodate the massive girth inside of it...and with a final huff of exertion Grond reached the Elf's cervix, halting it's advance.
The cessation of movement unfortunately allowed Faeluta to come back to something resembling consciousness, teeth gritted and tears freely leaking from her eyes as her body only felt pain and violation, a harsh cry of agony escaping her as Grond pulled out of her cunt-
-and with a sharp yank of her legs, rammed it's cock into her, destroying and crushing her cervix and forcing it's entire length into her body in one go, carving it's shape into her stomach and chest with a hideous bulge.
Faeluta could do nothing but retch, clear fluid expelled from her mouth in a violent spray as her organs were crushed, deformed and relocated.
Her body went limp, functions shutting down as the pain was too great, Grond panting in arousal...and it began to use her body like a cock-sleeve, a plaything for it's oversized tool.
Dragging her legs up and down, coinciding with thrusts of it's hips the beast gouged out the Elf's innards into a receptacle for it's cock, blood freely flowing down it's length as the crowd roared in glee, admiring the way her body was desecrated, her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust and the shimmering wave of her hair as the head it was attached too rolled limply.
After no more than a few minutes of violent thrusting Grond let loose a primal howl, it's cock pulsating and expanding Faeluta's stomach at an alarming pace-
-at least until thick streams of semen began pouring out of the Elf's mouth, nose and anus, her exits frantically trying to keep up with the load and only barely managing.
With a gleeful laugh Olga Discordia shouted, "Behold, my minions! The greatest warrior the Seven Shields has to offer!"
The answering roar of derision was lost on Faeluta, the Elf completely insensate after her violent rape.
And with a twitch of it's mighty cock, Grond once more thrust into the hapless woman, jostling her body back and forth like a demented sex toy.
Her time in Hell was just beginning.
Next Time:
The Fox Priestesses
