Purity

by Lixie Lorn

A famous high Elf general known as 'the Pure' is captured by the Druchii. Much lemons and some gore shall ensue.

2. Karond Kar

Here we are with chapter two. Lemon warning, look away after the line 'I'd love to, my lord'.

Purity Chapter 2-Karond Kar

Torrential rain was lashing the outside of the ship.

The Druchii was leaning against a wall, smiling an almost friendly grin at Caleda.

Caleda was looking in any other direction but at her. But then suddenly, Caleda turned to her.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Why do you ask?" she replied, caught off guard by the question.
"Well, you won't leave me alone and it's nice to know people's name when you tell them to piss off." explained Caleda.

The Druchii laughed.

"Better learn to watch yourself, Miss Purity, unless you like pain. Of course, that wouldn't normally surprise me, but most slaves like you take a few weeks to learn that." she said, hoping to scare Caleda.

Who stared stonily at her.

The Druchii sighed.
"I'm Letha."

"Thank you!" said Caleda with exaggerated relief.
"Piss off, Letha."

Letha laughed, again.

"You're stuck with me, at least until you get sold. I'm your guard and assistant, rolled into one."
"You forgot worst nightmare." muttered Caleda.

Letha smirked, and said.
"I wasn't kidding when I warned you to watch your mouth. Some masters would kill you for that."
"I'll make a note of that." said Caleda. "Any chance of some food?"
"No."
"How about you leaving?"

Letha remained where she was.

"I'll take that as a no." sighed Caleda, as she tried to sleep with the motion of the ship.

* * *

"Get up, oh pure one." said Letha. She pulled on a chain.

Caleda woke up as she fell flat on her face. The chain in Letha's hand was the one attached to her collar.

Letha pulled again, and Caleda struggled to stand in time as Letha started to walk out of the cell, dragging Caleda behind her.

She was just managing to keep upright as she walked. They passed through corridors and up staircases, travelling up from the bowels of the ship. Many of the Druchii looked at her with undisguised lust.

After a couple of minutes, after traversing a mesmerising maze of passageways, they reached what looked like an actual, 'public' part of the ship. There were more people here, and just about all of them stared at Caleda.

The sound of rain, and wind was far louder here.

They reached a door, and Letha opened it, pushing Caleda out and then following her.

The rain was pouring down, thunder crackling in the sky. The wind was horrible, almost a gale, and freezing cold. And there was a mist, so thick she couldn't even see Letha holding the end of the chain.

Moments later, a gigantic wall seemed to spring out of nowhere, in the mist. There was a small gate there, and Letha produced a key, opened it and dragged her in. It was barely warmer, but the lack of wind and rain was wonderful.

"Welcome to Karond Kar." said Letha. "Technically, you should go around to the main entrance, but you're too valuable a commodity to be out in that weather for long."

Letha pulled her along again, Caleda surprising her by walking fast enough to keep up. She was obviously trying to keep her dignity, what was left of it.

It won't last, thought Letha. It never does.

* * *

They passed through many corridors before finally reaching a far larger area. It was black and red, and spiky like so much Druchii architecture. Many people were in there, some Druchii alone, others dragging slave chains behind them.

Letha pulled Caleda, impatient, and started towards a staircase at the other end of the hallway. They finally reached the stairs, and climbed to the top. There was a small door, and a lean Druchii standing next to it.
"Name?" he asked.
"Letha, accompanying Caleda 'the Pure', on behalf of Lord Sirreln of Har Skareth." she said, producing an iron seal from inside her cloak.

The elf nodded.
"Greetings." He said, holding out a hand.

Letha passed the chain to him, and smirked knowingly as she walked back down the stairs, and through another door.

Watching Letha leave, Caleda almost tripped when the Druchii pulled her chain savagely. He pulled her through the door.

Inside were a large group of people, elves and humans, each one wearing only the collar, and the wrist and ankle bands. Some were chained to each other, all were attached to the wall somehow.

The Druchii tied Caleda's chain onto the wall, and left through a door at the other end of the room.

There was silence for a few minutes.

Caleda tried to speak, only for someone to hiss.
"Shut up, you idiot! Do you want to die?"

Caleda didn't try again. The Druchii reappeared from the door, and picked a group of slaves seemingly at random, took the chain, and led them through the door.

They didn't return, but five minutes later, the Druchii returned and chose another group.

It was almost an hour before he took Caleda. By that time she was the only one in the room. They went through the door.

It led to an incredibly large chamber, with a stage. The Druchii led her to a podium.
"This is the famous Asur Caleda, the Virgin General. Anyone?"

One of the Druchii in the audience called out.
"One thousand."

Caleda looked toward the voice, and realised how many people were here. The room really was huge. There were almost a thousand elves in the audience.
"Two thousand." Called another elf, a Witch Elf.
Caleda's breath caught in her throat.
Anyone Else. Anyone Else. ANYONE else… hoped Caleda.

"Ten thousand." called a relaxed voice.

Caleda stared.

Letha smiled, and waved patronisingly at her.

There was a brief silence.

"She goes to Lord Sirreln. That ends this event." said the announcer, turning away.

Letha walked up and casually took Caleda's chain, and walked out another door with her. Eventually, they reached the outside.

Still rain, still blinding wind, still thunder.

In minutes, they reached the ship, and in a few more, they had returned to the same cell. Caleda finally voiced her thoughts.

"Why?"
"Not for a second did Sirreln want to lose you. But by law and slave deemed of high value is purchased by the Witch King and sold. It's to keep the best slavers from getting all the skilled slaves." explained Letha.

Caleda nodded, and continued thinking.

"So this is it then." Said Caleda, her voice breaking slightly. "I can't get anywhere from here. This is a dead end."

Letha snorted with scorn.

"A dead end?" she said, pulling down one sleeve and opening her cloak, and the robe beneath.

Under that, she wore nothing apart from the golden collar around her neck, the same colour as the band around her wrist.

Caleda stared with shock as Letha shook her sleeves back down, and smiled.

"How?" Caleda finally choked out.

"My family ruled Har Skareth, once. We were plotting against the Witch King. But when we finalised the plan, I knew it wouldn't work. So I went and told him.

* * *

"You have been plotting against me?" asked Malekith, Witch King of all the Druchii.
"My parents have, my lord." purred Letha.
"Don't try to lie to me." He said. He turned to one of the Black Guard.
"Bring them here, now."
The guard turned and left.

"What of your sister?" asked Malekith.
"Honestly, she knows nothing." said Letha.
"Very good. Now, I will call for you when the rest of your family arrive." he said, signalling for two of the black guard to show her to some chambers.

* * *

"Letha, Mithria, Tithia and Thakir of Har Skareth. You have been accused of plotting against me." stated the Witch King

"Tithia, Thakir, you have been sentenced to death by the hands of the Witch elves." he said.

Six Black Guard appeared behind the two older elves. Four of the guard grabbed their arms as they tried to struggle, and the other two ran a dagger down their backs, cutting completely through their clothes, until they fell to the floor leaving them naked, and the two Guards attached silver collars around their necks ,as well as bands around their ankles and wrists.

When they finished, they attached chains to the collars and dragged the struggling elves out of the room. The other four Guards walked back to the edge of the room.

"Mithria, your sister has spoken for your innocence. I shall show you mercy. Letha, you knew of this plot, but you informed me. I shall show you mercy." said Malekith.

He turned to some of the elves who had entered with Thakir and Tithia, Some of their attendants.

"Sirreln, personal assistant to the previous Lord and Lady of Har Skareth." said the Witch King to one of them. He stepped forwards hesitantly.

"As tradition dictates, you are the new Lord of Har Skareth. Do not make the mistake of your predecessor." he said.

Sirreln bowed.

That tradition was true. However, not always. Only when the ruling family was wiped out, would the assistant take over.

Letha and Mithria were still here.

And Sirreln was hardly a good leader. He was infamous for spending more time with female slaves in his chambers than he spent on his duties.

Four Black Guard walked to Letha and Mithria.

"For your crimes I sentence you two to slavery." said Malekith dismissively.

The Black Guard drew their daggers, running them down the two girls backs, cutting through their clothing, barely nicking their skin. As the remains of the clothes hit the floor, they attached golden collars and bands to their necks, wrists and ankles. They then attached a chain, linking their collars together, then with a chain leading off to hold.

One of the Guard gave that chain to Sirreln.

"You may leave now." said the Witch King, his eyes far away.

Outside the chamber, Sirreln smiled.

"Well well, my ladies. Shouldn't this be… interesting.

* * *

"I learnt a lot in that first week." said Letha, smiling oddly. "When his assistant died, he said I was the only one he trusted. Of course, I still get… other duties." she finished, relishing the not so subtle implications in her words.

"What happened to your sister? Mithria?" asked Caleda.
"She said she preferred staying where she was." answered Letha.

As they got further from Karond Kar, the sea grew calmer, and in spite of the cold walls and floor, and the chain holding her to them, the motion of the water soon enough lulled Caleda to sleep.

* * *

Letha impatiently pulled on Caleda's chain, walking through a door on the outside of Har Skareth. They travelled a short path through the corridors, and Letha opened a small door with a key. The door was just one away from a larger, far more ornate door.

Letha locked the door behind her, and dropped her robes to the floor. She told Caleda to wait in the room, and she left through one of the other doors.

Caleda looked around the small room. The largest thing in there was an oversized bed, but there was also a small wardrobe and a desk. There were two doors at the other end of the room.

Caleda sighed, and waited.

* * *

"Letha, I am glad to see you back." said Sirreln.
"My lord." said Letha, bowing.
"Do you remember what I said I would do if you did not bring the Virgin General back?" he asked.

"If you fail, then when I'm finished with you, I'll strip you of your position, tie you up in a large hall and allow the population of Har Skareth to do their worst. After that, I may return you to the Harem, or I may give you to the Witch Elves.

Do not Fail."

"Yes, my Lord, I remember." said Letha.
"Well?" he asked, impatient. "Where is she?"
"In my room, my lord. I will fetch her." she said, bowing again and returning through the door.

As soon as she saw Caleda, she said.
"Caleda, it's time to meet your master." She picked up Caleda's chain and took her through the door.

Caleda noticed a few tings quickly. The room was large, and many, many doors led off from it. One was obviously the large door she had seen from the corridor.
She noticed a large cabinet in one corner, amongst many other wardrobes, full of who knows what.
There was a simply enormous bed taking up a large part of one of the rooms walls, overshadowed by a window.
Caleda's eyes flashed as she saw, hanging from a hook, her sword.
Sirreln, her new master, was sitting naked on the bed, staring at her.

He was, as she had anticipated, the Corsair leader who had defeated her with foul play.

"Letha, I seem to remember discussing punishments, but not rewards." he said with mock surprise.
"True, my lord." said Letha, carefully keeping her voice level.
"Well, why don't you go first?" he said with an interested smile, taking the chain from Letha's hand and attaching it to the band on her foot.

"I'd love to, my lord." she said, with a slight smile.

She walked into the corner of the room, by the cabinet, pulling Caleda with her. Then, taking the chain, she twirled it around them, and pushed Caleda to the floor.

The chains dug into them both, cutting the skin and drawing blood. Letha smiled, and pushed her fingers into Caleda.

Caleda gasped, totally unused to this. Letha pulled her closer with her other hand, pushing them apart and then together, forcing the chains to cut into them again and again.

Letha unravelled the chain with a smirk, leaving Caleda there in shick.

She picked something from inside the cabinet.

Letha pushed one end of the dildo into herself, turning Caleda onto her front and thrusting into her ass.
Caleda whimpered in pain.

Sirreln pushed himself into Letha.

A few minutes later, Letha came, and stopped. Sirreln undid the chain, and let her up.
"Entertaining." he said. "You can leave now."

Letha half walked half crawled towards the door into her room.

"Aww, did she throw you into the deep end?" asked Sirreln, with a crooked grin. "What a shame."

He pulled her up, walking towards the bed, and throwing her onto it, before straddling her.

He pushed into her, digging his nails into her side.

Her cry of conflicting, newly found emotions, mainly pain, rang through the building.

My first lemon in a while. Hope it's alright. :/

Sirreln (Si-reln)
Short, dark hair. Well built. Has a perverted streak longer than mine.

Letha (Leth-uh)
With curly, long brown hair and cruel blue eyes, Letha is the second in command of Har Skareth. If Sirreln dies without a legitimate heir, (which isn't likely considering his harem) she becomes the leader. She is also a member of the harem. Like most of its members, she has a few fetishes. And by a few, I mean a lot.

Tithia (Tith-ee-a)
Letha's mother. Assumed dead.

Thakir (Thack-ear)

Letha's father. Assumed dead. Once leader of Har Skareth.

Mithria (Myth-rye-a)
Letha's sister. Looks very similar, but has hair reaching almost to the floor. Never wears clothes. Enjoys being in the harem a lot, and will do anything, no matter how strange or demeaning.