1-5 (Bad)

You try all night to pick the lock, but just when you thought you might have it, your pick broke off. It felt like a punch to the gut, when you heard the telltale snap and came out the keyhole with only half a pick.

That's it, you're done. No more clever tricks, no more sleight of hand. This is the end of the road.

On the next day, Warden merrily bounces down the hallway and, with a little hop, lands in front of your cell.

"Oh you actually waited for me." She eyes you sideways with a knowing grin, wriggling her eyebrows. "You really want some of that premium drow cock, dontcha you sly fox!"

"I really don't."

"Aww come on, don't be like that. You'll never know if you never tried. You know what they say down here, once you go futa you'll need a new pooper, or something like that. Anyways, guards!"

Two armed drow arrive to escort you and Warden through the city.

Your journey ends at a tall building, looking like a cross between a mansion and a temple. You've seen a couple more buildings like this, when you looked over the city. They're all arranged evenly around the larger fortress in the middle.

Above the entrance is a familiar symbol, a black widow's mark.

You're handed over to the drow males guarding the building, as Warden runs up the stairs to the gates, striking a pose of victory at the top. "Come on boys bring him in! And straight to my room! Don't make me wait!"

The large gates swing open and you're dragged into the building.

---

"Im' not wearing that."

"Lmao it's so cute how you still think you got a choice Twinkledick."

"That's not my name."

"Do I look like I give a shit? If I say that from here on out, your name is Alfred Twinkledick the Third, that's your fucking name then. Now you can either start putting these clothes on, or you can go a couple rounds with our torturer. Either way you WILL wear this."

Warden points at the neatly folded butler's uniform, sitting on the chair in front of you. When the guards brought you in, you thought for a second that you've walked into a pink gelatinous cube. Everything just went pink. The walls are pink. The floor is pink. There's a large pink bed with a bunch of stuffed toys on it. Warden is still wearing her uniform, but took off her boots before you entered her room. To your horror, she's wearing pink stockings underneath.

At least some of the furniture is white. Like the expensive looking, round table, with the even more expensive looking tea cups and plates on top. There's pictures of foreign looking flowers hanging on the walls, but also of stern looking drow women, wearing uniforms similar to the one Warden got on. Only they make them look fitting, while on Warden it's more like putting dark gravy onto a strawberry cake... that someone laced with ****.

"Fine", you say. Not much sense in making them **** you, just to put on some embarrassing clothes. They're somewhat form-fitting, putting more emphasis on your figure than you'd like... she probably has these lying around for all kinds of races. You're looking down on yourself, figuring out how much space the pockets have, and where on these clothes one could hide a knife or maybe a vial of poison.

As you're distracted, Warden snaps a metal collar around your neck, it's lock clicking into place.

"Hey! What the the f..." An electric shock throws you off your feet. You have trouble breathing as all your muscles tense up, making you twitch and spasm on the floor.

"There, that's better. Now we can have fun without hitting up the torturer every time you say hell naw to something. The settings on this bad boy go so high, I can even unliven you here on the spot, no sweat." She strikes a chipper pose, making a V with her with her fingers.

You're slowly catching your breath. The collar around your neck depicts that stupid spider symbol that you've about had it up to here by now. Maybe there's a keyword or something to activate these. Or maybe an item she's hiding somewhere on herself. And if that's the case, there should also be something similar to get these off again. The mages who make things like these are often inclined to be more practical than creative.

"Now that you're all dripped out, and got our little motivational coach around your neck, we can start your training. Can't have you go apeshit at the family dinner when you're supposed to be my obedient little servant."

Not once, in your entire life, have you ever wanted to stab somebody so bad.

"Ok, what should we have you do?" She claps her hands together in excitement. "Oh I know! Let's start with serving tea!"

Alright, time to find that vial of poison you were thinking about.

"But don't you worry your cute little dick off, you won't have to make it yourself yet. That's way too high level for a rookie like you."

With these words you see an adult woman, who probably even got a couple hundred years on you, skip over to her bed, take some of the stuffed toys, and arrange them around the table. She puts down a little orc, with a lot of artistic license going for him, a stuffed bear, which she probably took off some poor **** girl, and a myconid of the toadstool variety.

"These are Gonky, Mr. Stuffles and Count Mush. Say hello to our guests.", she beams at you.

...

Her expression darkens. "Say. Hello."

You roll your eyes. "Hello."

"Needs work, but that is what we're here for."

Warden has you standing at attention, as she pretend chats away with the toys. She's talking about the politics in Menzoberranzan, who the next High Priestess might gonna be, and how the drow are going to take over the overworld for the glory of Lolth and blah blah blah. You zoned out after about half a minute of her high pitched voice droning off. After a short while, there's a knock on the door.

"Ah, that's gotta be the tea. Shoo, go get it you silly goose."

As if that stupid little shit has ever seen a goose, you think, as you walk over to the door. A human woman in a maid's dress is holding a silver tray, with pot made from fine, ornamented porcelain on it. Steam is rising from it's lid. The woman gives you a worried look, as you take the tray from her, but closes the door hastily as her eyes meet those of Warden.

You walk back and get on the footstool, which Warden has placed at the table, and put down the tray.

"Good, and now you pour each of us a cup of tea." She gestures around at her assorted guests.

You pick up the footstool and walk over to Gonky, but Warden stops you. "Of course you start with the lady, dipshit."

I'll start with the lady alright, you think, as soon as I get my hands on something sharp.

You make your way over to her and get on the footstool. As you get ready to pour, Warden reaches behind you and pinches you hard in the butt, making you straighten up in surprise. You almost drop the entire pot.

"WHY?!"

Warden just rests her head on her hands, looking at you with a shit eating grin.

"This is part of the training, trust me. You've never been to an upper class event in this city, so you wouldn't know it, but you gotta be able to concentrate while getting the shit harassed out of you." With that she gives your butt a little spank. "Just ask the other servants here. And now chopchop, get pouring."

Your pour her a cup of tea while she feels up your ass... bright red shame creeps into your face. You practically flee from her when you make your way to the other guest.

Once you're done, Warden tells you to stand at attention again, this time with the pot in hand.

After a short while, Warden signals for you to make another round, to see if anybody needs a refill. And yes, she makes you check on the toys as well.

When you arrive at Warden's seat, she holds out her leg, trying to make you trip. But that's something you saw coming from a mile away.

Without missing a beat, you half jump half step over her leg, make a quick spin in place during which you place the footstool at the table, step up on it and begin pouring.

"Ohoo not bad Twinkledick! You're showing real potential!", Warden exclaims, as she unceremoniously grabs your crotch.

You recoil at the unfamiliar sensation. Your friends might think you're the most prolific halfling in the village, but no woman has ever actually touched your privates.

"Aww look at the mess you've made!"

Mortified you look down your pants.

"Not there you pig!", she giggles. "On the table!"

With wide eyes you stare at the wet trail of tea across the embroidered tablecloth.

"Ten outta ten for dodging that leg Twinkledick, but it looks like we found the real problem area.", she says, as she squeezes your small package.

"What if, for example, one of the guests wants some milk in their tea?" She continues to rub your crotch, going up and down the fabric of your pants, as she reaches for Mr. Stuffle's cup.

Even though you hate that little bitch... this actually feels quiet nice.

"Can't have you quivering on the floor, shooting your load everywhere, just because someone grazed your micropenis y'know?" Warden shoves her hand between the buttons of your pants and takes your small halfling prick out. She begins to gingerly stroke it with her thumb and index, holding Mr. Stuffles cup underneath the tip.

"You like that Twinkledick?", she coos. "How I, a highborn of the noble drow, am stroking you worthless tiny cock? You like how big sis rubs one out for you? Although your entire cock pretty much disappears between just two of my fingertips?" You barely hear her insults. Your heart is beating louder than ever before. You hate to admit it, but having her do this is a million times better than when you do it yourself. And even though you'd like nothing more than for that little cunt to bleed out on the carpet, right now you just want her to continue.

The pleasure keeps building up, as she picks up speed. Your tongue is lolling out, your mind becomes foggy and... you experience your first orgasm, at the hands of someone other than yourself at least. Small spurts of jizz hit the tea, forming white swirls in the cup. You're knees buckle, but you somehow manage to stay upright.

"Well at least people won't have to stand in line for their milk, huh quickshot?"

"Uh... I... Uh."

"Yeah I know." she says matter of fact, throwing one of her pink pigtails over her shoulder. "I got that effect on little cocklets like you. Now throw that cup of tea n' milk down your hatch and we can continue."

"...what? But... that's Mr. Stuffles tea. Right?"

Warden looks at you like you've just lost all your marbles.

She puts a hand on your shoulder. "Look man. I don't know how to break it to ya, but Mr. Stuffles is not real. He was a stuffed toy all along.", she says with a look of genuine concern on her face.

"I know that but... can't we throw it out?"

"Do you have any idea how expensive something like tea is down here? We are NOT going to throw this away. Usually you would've gotten like ten lashes already for the mess you've made on the table. Someone is going to chug your cockmilk, and it sure as fuck is not going to be me. We have people with kinks like that going to our parties, but I'm not one of them."

She waits for you to do something while tipping her finger to her neck, indicating the collar you are wearing.

Here goes nothing you think, as you pick up the cup with shaking hands. You're probably going to get punished for this, but no way in hell are you drinking that tea. You bring the cup slowly towards your lips, then make a show of fumbling it, dropping it to the floor.

"You did not just do that.", Warden says flatly.

"It was an accident, I sw...", you stop as you follow Warden's eyes to her feet. Her pink stockings are dark with tea, except for a couple white spots.

Suddenly Warden's face brightens. "Ohoo I get it! You wanted to suck that sweet, sweet milk off the feet of the drow of your dreams!" She lift's her delicate, soiled feet to your face. "Don't be shy mastermind, get in there!"

"You can't be ser..." again, pain wracks your body. You try to scream, but the electric current makes you bite down so hard, you're scared your teeth might shatter. This time she doesn't let up after you hit the ground. And just when you think she might actually kill you, she stops. You pant heavily, with your heart hammering in your chest like it's trying to escape.

"Last chance boyo, either it starts cleaning it's mess or it gets the collar again. And this time your brain is gonna be toast for real. Oh, and make sure you keep that tasty baby batter in your mouth, no swallowing until big sis tells you to." Warden takes a lolli from a glass on the table, and begins sucking on it while eyeing you expectantly.

Weak and wracked with pain, you crawl over to her waiting foot. She's wriggling her toes at you, as you stare daggers up at her. You beginn licking at her stocking wrapped foot.

"I told you to get in there!", she says, as she shove half her foot into your mouth, her toes dancing across your tongue. The slick, slimy spots hit your taste buds with a salty, bitter aroma. She's also smearing them onto your lips and face. "Lick your lips off, and then suck on my toes you little bitch." You do as she says, taking her foot out of your mouth with one hand, licking the salty jizz off your lips while looking up to her, then you resume sucking. "That's a good little bitch, you're saving yourself a trip to the halfling BBQ right now." She switches feet. "And don't miss a single spot. I don't want the maids, who wash my stuff, to think I'm letting random halfling horndogs just cum all over my feet." She pulls out her foot and puts it square into your face. "Now get under there are well."

You lick her feet along her soles, sucking on her heel, and work your way back to her toes, pushing your tongue between them as far as her pantyhose lets you.

"Ok that's almost enough. How about a kiss goodbye before you have to part from your lovers?" You give each of her toes a kiss, not breaking eye contact with Warden. "Now show me that dirty little mouth of yours, and make sure I can see that nectar you busy bee were collecting. Play a little with that treat." You open your mouth for her to see, bringing the cum and saliva mix up to your lips, smacking them at the drow. "Damn that's hot." She starts rubbing her crotch, while noisily sucking on her lolli. Her hardening, large cock is bulging her uniform's pants. Somewhere in the back of your mind, through the still ebbing pain and the red hot haze of shame and depravity, you realize you've also popped a boner. It can't be from the way she treats you, right? The things she has you do wouldn't get you hard... right?

"Now swallow bitch." You swallow the load, feeling like you might get sick. But at least you're done with that ordeal. You show her your empty mouth.

"Well someone deserves a reward, good boy." Warden takes her lolli out, still dripping with drool, and shoves it into your open mouth. "Now what do we say, when we get a reward?" She tips a finger to her neck.

"Thank you."

"That's a good boy." She gets up and pets your head, 'accidentally' shoving her hard buldge into your face. "Oh, looks like our little game got me excited. And hey, Twinkledick here even got a micro erection as well. I knew you'd come around. Good for you!" She starts rubbing her bulge onto your nose and mouth, using the hand she just ruffled your hair with to keep your head in place. You inhale a mix of musk and lavender. To your confusion, the strange, unfamiliar scent makes you curious about what it would taste like...

Suddenly she shoves your head away. "But it's not only me you gotta apologize to! After all it was ultimately Mr. Stuffles tea you spilled."

You look at her pouting face, her crossed arms. Yeah this mad woman is totally serious about you apologizing to a toy.

Still hurting and with a raging errection, you get up and hobble over to the stuffed bear. You bow before him. "I'm sorry for dropping your tea Mr. Stuffles."

"Lmao you really have no idea about drow culture. A lame ass sorry is not gonna cut it my dude. Imagine that was a drow noble, who's tea you just dropped, and on top of that actually one of our house's esteemed guests." She get's up and walks over to a cabinet next to her bed, rummaging around in the drawers. "What do you think it's gonna take it for him to not post your flayed body on the town square?" she asks, as she comes up with what you can only describe as pink underwear with an equally pink, artificial penis attached to it. Then she puts the panties on Mr. Stuffles.

You stare at the detailed, phallic shape. It has veins and little imperfections, and even a realistic looking cockhead. Even though you have never thought about doing anything even remotely like this, you asshole twitches at the sight. Your little hard boner strains against your pants, tenting them for that vile drow bitch to clearly see your lust.

But why? Why would any of this appeal to you? You're actually thinking about going along with having this pipsqueak of a drow shove a toy up your ass? Just to see if it'd feel good? Because of the threat of punishment?

"You're probably asking yourself when you became such a whore, right?" Warden grins at you. She has taken out a tube of clear liquid and is smearing it onto what has now become Mr. Stuffle's very own cock. "Don't worry, it's not your fault. That tea had a little extra in it. But don't get the wrong idea, it takes a bit for that shit to kick in. Getting hard from that licking and cum guzzling, that was all on you. But for this one..." she forms a circle with her thumb and index and glides Mr. Stuffles pink dick through it, back and forth, smearing more of the thick liquid on it, "for this one I knew you either get some meds or I'll have to fry your ass until you're well done. So... uh... you're welcome? And before you ask, yes I drank some of that tea as well, but I've used that shit so often, I unfortunately have become immune. Had some really wild rides I tell ya, those were the times back in the 1300s. Now get on all fours so you can apologize to Mr. Stuffles."

---

You don't remember how long Warden has been fucking you with Mr. Stuffles now. Your glazed over eyes are heavy-lidded, your tongue is hanging out, the lollipop lies discarded beneath you. Whatever it was in that tea has not only turned you into a needy bitch in heat, it also seems to have heightened your anal sensitivity. Right from the beginning, when Warden slowly inserted Mr. Stuffles into you, you've felt a tingling sensation in your behind. That sensation has now blown up into near orgasmic pleasure. Near orgasmic because it always feels like you're about to cum, but you don't. Every time it feels like you'd just need to press a bit more onto that pink strap-on, to literally squeeze the cum out of yourself, the flow of pleasure ebbs away. Is it the collar? The tea? Whatever it is, it's driving you insane. If Warden pulled out her hard monster cock and sat down on the chair, and said her own dick is the only thing that could make you cum, you'd impale yourself on her without a second thought.

"Yes Mr. Stuffles! Fuck that tight little buttler butt!" Warden rams the plushy into your behind, it's large strap-on gliding in and out of your abused hole. She's had a crazed look on her face for a while now, and spittle flies from her maniacal grin whenever she cheers for Mr. Stuffles, to really teach that halfling bussy a lesson. Your own cock has been hard the entire time, leaking pre while happily twitching up and down.

After what felt like an eternity of pumping into your ass, Warden finally slows down. She clears her throat. "As the future head of the house, I need to join in the... ah you know what, fuck it with playing at training or whatever the fuck. I want to fuck your mouth while Mr. Stuffles is lodged deep in your ass. I'm a drow and you're a halfling, that's all that is needed for that to happen."

One last time she shoves Mr. Stuffles up to the hilt into your ass, lodging the stuffed toy between your spreaded cheeks. You already know what's coming next, and if you're perfectly honest with yourself, you can't wait for it to happen. You've been wondering what that purple bitch's dick is gonna taste like ever since she rubbed her musky buldge on your face. She finally pulls her monster through the buttons of her rider's pants, gives it a few strokes, and just plunges it into your waiting, cock hungry mouth.

The smell and taste of musk assaults you, but also an underlying sweetness. "This is not a tasting event bitch boy, get gobbling on that fat cock!" She takes her dick out and slaps it against your face repeatidely, an impatient look on her face, then she shoves it in again.

Sloppy, gulping noises fill the room, as you slurp away at her dick, lick along her shaft, and suckle on her glans. You're rewarded with thick globs of clear pre, which you happily snatch off her swollen, dark purple dickhead. If you had any sense left in you, you would've fought against all of this. Fought against every inch of her cock, against every drop of pre you're already swallowing, and every drop of cum you're about to swallow. But there is barely anything of your senses left. You whole body feels hot, your mind has drowned in depraved pleasure. You exist only for this moment, and you don't care what comes after. Your hands wander to your own small member, and you urgently start rubbing it through your uniform, wet spots forming on your crotch.

Warden forces more and more of her cockmeat into your mouth, probing urgently against your throat."Fuck, fuck, fuck. That mouth is tight. But you know what would be even tighter?" You don't care what would be tighter. You don't care what this crazy bitch is saying, or even what she will do to you in the future. Right now you only care about one thing, and that is getting as much as possible of her fat, magnificent cock into yourself. "Thrussy!", she shouts gleefully, as she grabs your head and finally shoves her cock into your throat. Your eyes tear up, bubbles foam out of your nose, and strands of thick, slimy drool hang from your chin, connecting you and her every time she pulls out. She's fucking your face while you milk her urgently with your throat, until she explodes in a fountain of white, pristine cock milk, right down your gullet.

"Uuunnnnffffuuuck!", she groans, as you greedily drink away, trying to keep up with her load. The taste is the same salt, the same bitterness as when it was your own cum, but for some reason, this time it tastes heavenly. Your mind goes blank, your hips shake, and your sphincter clenches and relaxes rythmically around the strap-on, still stuck in your ass. And finally, you cum.

It's no comparison to when Warden jerked you off into the cup. You practically feel the recoil from your small cock, jetting a continuous stream of jizz into your uniform's pants.

Warden's loads get smaller and smaller, and finally, she pulls her semi-soft member out of your throat. You press your lips together, savoring every parting taste, making sure to clean every inch.

"Aah that hit the spot. You did well Twinkledick, real well.", Warden says, as she strokes your hair. "I mean sure, once that tea starts wearing off, you're probably going to hate every single second of this. But until then, enjoy the trip." With that she shoves your limp body to the ground and exits the room. Leaving you with a vacant smile and a blank mind, still glowing from pleasure.

---

A couple months later.

You expertly navigate the alleys of Menzoberranzan, running and diving, jumping and sliding. Over stalls and under carts, up the walls and down the roofs. You can already see the gates looming over the buildings, as you bump into someone and land flat on your ass.

You look up to whoever you just collided with... It's an armed drow, a city guard going by the uniform. He is looking down on you with a mix of confusion and anger. "Watch where you're going halfling scum! Where is your master?! And where is your collar?!"

Fuck, you think, as you hear a couple heavy boots hitting the cobblestone behind you. Several prison guards arrive on the scene. "Oh hey, look guys, one of the city's got him. Hey man good work, I really thought he might pull it off this time."

The city guard looks even more confused than before. "What do you mean? What is going on here?"

"That little man over there is the favorite servant of our Warden. Once every month he 'somehow' manages to escape and it's our job to catch him and drag his ass back to her."

You feel a pang of anger at the word 'somehow'. You know full well that Warden turns your collar off once a month, just to have this little fucking game with you. But you don't give a shit, because a chance is a chance, and with every try you get to know the layout of the city a little better.

The city guard eyes you with curiosity. "But isn't that a hassle for you guys? You gotta chase this little weasle down once a month? I would probably kick the shit out of him, just for making me run through half the city."

"Oh we did, the first two times we got him, we really did a number on him. But not because we had to chase him, but because he wouldn't cash in the reward Warden has promised to us for catching him." The prison guards have started pulling their cocks out, as one of them explains the situation to the wide eyed city guard. "But now he knows better, right halfling?"

You don't respond. They know you know better. The beatings didn't replace the reward, they just made you feel even more awful.

"You can have a go at him too. In the end it was you who caught him."

The city guard takes a long look at you... and shrugs. "Fine by me. One takes the ass and one the mouth, or how are we doing this?"

"Ah, not the ass, that is Warden's. We take turns on the mouth"

"Alright."

You lean back against the wall behind you and look up at the cavern's ceiling, as six thick, purple drow cocks are being stroked to hardness in front of your face, and their swollen, smooth glans are being rubbed onto your cheeks... You think of bulaberries, and of the village, of your friends, and of what was lost. And open your mouth.

-Rogue's Normal Ending-