1-5 (Bad)

You try all night, but never manage to open the lock. At some point the pick even broke off, making you scream in frustration, throwing the remains of it against the walls of your cell.

On the next day, Warden arrives, merrily skipping down the prison's hallways, candy in mouth, her pink pigtails whipping up and down.

Once she arrives at your cell, she takes out her lolli and points it at you, giggling like a school girl into her hand again.

"Lmao you are still here! I thought you were the thief in your traveling halfling circus or some shit. How lame can you be?"

You glare at her, feeling red, hot shame creeping onto on your face.

She pops the lolli back in her mouth, stashing it in her cheek while talking to you.

"I was thinking about keeping you, since you managed to make my little sister look like a retard, but now that I look at your busted ass... that was prolly on accident, right? I'd look more pitiful than she does, when I come in with some dipshit who probably fell down a ravine and got lucky as fuck. So, uh, sorry but nah."

She doesn't wait for your response and just turns around, skipping back the way she came.

---

Another day passes, before two city guards open up your cell. They drag you out and into a metal cage, mounted onto a cart.

You scramble to your feet, taking in your surroundings for ways to escape. The cage has two benches to either side, on one of them sits a figure, wearing the same grey rags you do. Going by the bust she seems to be female. Her long, white hair covers her face, but you can make out a scowl under it.

The door is more important to you now. The padlock is quite large and probably an easy pick.

The guards shout a word that you don't understand, and the progression starts to move. There are two guards in front, and two guards in the rear. The cart is drawn by some sort of lizard creature you have never seen before.

"You got a hairpin or something? Maybe you can distract the rear guards, and I'll get us out of here.", you ask of the other inmate.

"Don't talk to me meat."

Huh, nice company.

"Come on, we might have a chance if we help each other ou..."

She jumps at you, her hair parting, revealing a scarred, crazed, female drow face.

In a split second she's onto you, grabbing your hair, pulling your head back.

"Do you have any idea where we are going?!", she screams at you, spittle flying onto your face.

"There is no escaping this! We are NOT unlikely allies and we are NOT defying these odds! These guards behind you are NOT going to get distracted by a 'Oh look, what's that behind you?!' Or whatever cute little halfling shit your tiny brain came up with!"

She slams you into the bars of the cage's door, pointing at the lock. "You see that?" There's some sort of arcane symbol on the padlock, where a keyhole should be. "You can shove your hairpins right up your ass, meat."

"Why do you keep calling me that? My name is..."

"It doesn't matter what your name is. Where we're going, you're meat. And nothing more."

---

After a while you arrive at large rock formation, with few buildings scattered around.

You had to pass the city walls, but going by the second set of walls surrounding this area, are still within it's borders. There's something that looks like a watchtower, stables, and a couple more carts, without cages on them though. One of the carts is loaded with blue, glowing stones.

After some more minutes, you arrive at a literal hole in the ground.

There's a small crane, that a muscular orc is operating. A ****, going by the collar around his neck.

Attached to the crane are four thick ropes, that go into the hole in the ground. Attached to the ropes is a platform, which the crane now lifts out of the hole, about 3 square meters in size you'd guess. On the platform are more of the shining, blue stones. Four guards are positioned near the hole. At first they seemed ready to strike at a moment's notice, but they visibly relaxed once the platform came into view.

The orc rotates the crane so the platform hovers near one of the empty carts, where a couple slaves wait to load the stones.

After they're done, some more slaves, humans and dwarfs this time, begin loading the platform with what looks to be leftovers of old bread, moldy cheese and mushrooms. The platform is lowered into the hole and, after a couple minutes, pulled up empty again.

Your cart stops next to the hole, and the orc places the platform nearby. Some humans release the clamps on the platform, and fasten them to the clamps on top of your cage. Then they signal to the orc.

You, your new friend, and your cage, are being lowered into the hole...

---

You're going down a narrow, empty shaft, for what feels like an eternity.

It's completely dark, and you hear shuffling from the other bench.

"What are you doing?", you ask the drow.

"Getting ready."

"Ready for what?"

A dim, blue glow is coming up from below.

"Look meat, I've never been to the mines, obviously, but I've heard stories. The first couple seconds are important. And despite the situation, I'm actually in luck."

You finally reach the end of the shaft, and enter a giant cave. It's still about 60 feet to the ground. The walls of the cave are dotted with blue glowing stones, probably the very same stones the city is built from.

"What do you mean."

"I mean you. I'm going in there with something of value. If I can just grab you and make a dash for it, I have something to trade with down there."

Your eyes slowly adjust to the dim light, and you can now see what the drow is doing. Her bare, big breast are hanging free, your eyes go wide at the sight. She has taken off the top of her inmate clothings, and fashioned them into a sack. She is first eyeing you, and then her sack, probably to compare sizes.

You're just about to tell her, what she can do with her plan of selling you, when your cage hits the ground. The rune on the lock begins to glow, the lock rattles on the cage, glowing ever brighter, and the entire cage... just disappears. Leaving you and the drow standing in this huge, dark cave.

Your eyes shoot up to see if you could still hang onto the rope, but it's already being pulled up and out of your reach.

Then you see them, dozens of red eyes in the darkness.

"Hey who..." you start, but the drow woman holds your mouth shut. "Quiet. If they hear your voice, they'll know what's up. Now you can either get into the sack the easy way or the h..."

She doesn't get to finish the sentence, as spider webs come flying out of the darkness and cover her mouth and eyes.

The red eyes around you disappear quickly, except for one pair, looming from above at you and your assailant.

A huge monstrosity appears before you and the woman. It's upper half is a male drow, of wiry, muscular frame, it's lower half that of a huge spider. A drider. You've heard of these creatures.

The woman steps defiantly in front of you, but one of the drider's legs knocks her several feet into the air and away into the darkness. A loud crack and a hurt scream follows. She left her makeshift sack behind though, which the drider now picks up with one of his legs.

"This'll do."

You turn to run, but a string of spider silk shoots around your waist. The drider picks you up with ease, and throws you into the sack.

---

After a short while, of being carried over the shoulder of a large spider drow hybrid monster, you are being unceremoniously dropped to the solid ground, and pulled out of your confinement.

The spider lifts you to his face, to eye you up and down in the dim, blue light, of what seems to be his lair.

Without saying anything, Drider begins to rip off your prisoner's rags.

You want to protest, put up a fight, anything, but you're too intimidated by the monstrous, muscular drow, to put up any resistance.

A whimpering "Please", is all you can manage.

"Shut up, you'll talk when I allow you to!"

Drider backhands you, leaving a burning pain on your cheek.

Once he has you fully undressed, he discards your clothes into a corner if his cave.

"Believe me meat, you won't need these down here. You're going to be on a very busy schedule, and putting these on and off will only waste time. Time you won't have."

"What do you m..."

Drider smacks you hard over the head, making your ears ring and your eyes roll up, as everything around you slowly dims to black. "Did I stutter?!", Drider shouts at you in the distance of your consciousness.

---

Almost your entire body is wrapped in spider silk.

The upper half of your head is covered completely, effectively rendering you blind and almost deaf.

A thick bundle of strands, with a rolled up ball of strings in the middle, was put into your mouth and fastened around your head.

Your arms are bound to your torso, making it look like you've been spun into a cocoon, to one day emerge as an entirely different being.

Your thighs are also spun into the cocoon, with your lower legs and feet hanging out of it. They are still wrapped together in string though. Only your hips and your exposed behind are free of any bindings.

If you knew what an onahole was, you'd probably draw the comparison.

Drider turns you around, your rear now facing forwards, and carries you under one of his arms.

"It has been a long, long time, since the Warden last threw a morsel down to us, y'know? Would be a shame to have you bleed out on your first day." With that he spits out, and you feel a fat glob of liquid running down between your asscheeks and onto your sphincter.

"Hhmpf?!"

"Shut up, meat.", Drider says, but it sounds desinterested, like he is occupied with something else, and you are just a distraction.

You feel one of the Driders fingers enter your tight asshole.

"HMMMPF?!"

"I'm doing this for you, y'know? If we went right to the main course, you might end up broken, so just be thankful and shut the fuck up!"

A second finger forces it's way past your anal ring, joining the first inside of you.

Your eyes start to water at the uncomfortable, alien experience.

Drider wrigles his fingers around, stretching your anus, probing and pushing at your inner walls.

"Alright, that should do it. At least I hope it does. You know, we sometimes get a human down here, and VERY rarely, as a true treat, an elf. And while I've been here for decades, you are the first halfling they have ever given to us, so I wouldn't really know what you're able to take. But you and me meat, we're about to find out."

Drider holds you with both hands in front of him, and you feel a blunt, unrelenting pressure being applied to your asshole.

"Relax or this won't end well for you.", Drider hisses.

You feel your sphincter give way... and clench up instenctively.

"Last chance meat, either you relax and help me with this, or you're going to regret it. My patience is running real thin."

He begins forcing his way inside of you, inch after agonizing inch. Pain explodes through your lower half, as your asshole stretches out to accomodate this massive invader. From under your half-mask of webs, tears start to stream down your reddened cheeks. Your muffled screams echo through the cave and out into the mines. It feels like someone was shoving an entire two-handed club up your rectum, then going in and out at ever increasing speeds. It's too much, it's all too much, and for the second time, you lose consciousness.

---

You jolt awake.

You're practically swimming in sweat. You try to scramble out of your bed, but your legs catch in the blanket and you fall to the floor.

Wait, bed?

Your chest heaves with heavy, rapid breaths. You frantically look left and right for any potential drow or drider, as your hands grasp at the daggers on your belt, that you are not wearing.

You're back in your room, in your parent's house.

You rise on shaky legs, still not convinced of your surroundings, when a familiar voice calls from downstairs.

"Pumpkin, breakfast is ready!"

You know that voice... that's... Mom?

You gotta make sure this is real, so you throw on your morning coat and leave your room.

Coming down the stairs of the small, comfy home, you can already smell Mom's cooking.

Pancakes and porridge and bacon and eggs!

Hesitant, you sit down at the table, still trying to process the nightmare you just had. What kind of fucked up, dark place in your subconscioussnes would even know about the things you saw? Did someone at the city tavern tell you about shit like this? Back when you were too drunk to remember?

Your mother has just put down a big serving of porrige in front of you, your father is reading a rather large book and is smoking a pipe.

"Any great adventures planned today, meat?"

You barely heard him, through the swirling fog of your own thoughts, but that can't be what he just said. You gotta get it together, or else this conversation will lead to them asking about a nightmare you will NEVER tell anybody anything about.

"What did you say, dad?"

"I asked if you and your friends got anything planned for today, son."

Alright, that makes more sense. And you even remember something you guys wanted to do today. Everything's fine.

"We wanted to check out the caves near the mountains, dad."

Your father looks up from his book, his eyes are a bright red.

"Sounds like you're going to be on a very busy schedule."

---

You slowly come to your senses.

It's dark, thanks to a bandana of spider webs, covering your ears and eyes. You hear muffled grunting.

Two hands, with clamp-like grip strength, are digging into your hips, hoisting you up and pushing you down again. Again and again.

Onto the large, monstrous dick, currently reaming your ass.

You don't know for how long Drider has been fucking your **** body now, but your asshole feels like it's on fire.

"See, I knew you could do it meat. I'm one of the biggest in these mines, so if passing out is the worst that happens when you take my cock, you're gonna have zero problems surviving all the other horny inmates. And they're going to line up for an ass like yours."

He grunts and beginns to shove his dick even deeper inside of you. "Fuck, that's good meat."

You whole world is shaking up and down, as you're being used like a fucktoy. Drider, and probably everbody else down here, is able to to do whatever the fuck they want with a lightweight like you. Your body isn't yours anymore, that much is clear.

And as Drider, grunting and swearing, starts to paint your inner walls white with his cum, you think of home, and begin to cry again.

-Rogue's Bad Ending-