At their wit's end

The orcs, tired of their toys, abandoned them, still in the throes of whatever irritated their bodies. They tried to find those who could relieve them. They threw themselves at the feet of the drow outside the stone circle, including the one who had already crossed Phoebe's path. They already knew what she wanted, but their contempt oozed from them.

You stink of orcs, we will never allow you to touch us, especially in this state.

The drow burst out laughing, their red eyes shining with cruelty as Phoebe and Sybelle crawled towards them, their burning bellies dragging in the dust.

"Please…" Sybelle gasped, her trembling fingers clinging to the leather boots of the nearest drow.

The dark elf shoved her away.

Do you think you deserve our touch, human? Her voice was a venomous whisper, "Go purify yourself and find a way to convince us." Coming from a totalitarian matriarchy, they took **** on females of another race. Phoebe, in despair, had an idea, but they had to get rid of the nauseating stench of the orcs.

Phoebe's eyes shone with a **** glint as she grabbed Sybelle's arm, their inflamed skin crackling at the contact.

"The water..." she whispered hoarsely, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. "The river! Over there."

They crawled like wounded animals, every movement wrenched from their tense muscles. Despite the virtues of the water, they still had that burning sensation running through their skin. It took an iron will not to go mad. Once purified, Phoebe knelt before her master.

Please, Master, let me cast a spell on your two slaves.

Intrigued and curious, the Master agreed.

Phoebe cast a spell on herself and Sybelle, despite the pain, transforming them into drow female slaves. They then returned to the male Dark Elves, announcing that their Master was offering them as a sexual gift for their loyal service.

The Dark Elves' eyes shone with cruelty and gratitude for their Master's gift, which gave them the opportunity to avenge millennia of cruelty. The pale, slender fingers of the nearest drow dug into Phoebe's hair, dragging her to her knees with calculated brutality.

Cruel laughter erupted among the other drow, their hands already gripping Sybelle's quivering limbs, now transformed into their own image. The drow's fingers tightened in her white hair and newly acquired black skin, forcing a moan from Phoebe that turned into a scream when her mouth was roughly pressed against the damp fabric of the first drow's trousers, while the others drew serpentine whips.

Phoebe's mouth crushed against the damp fabric, the musky scent of the drow filling her nostrils as her lips clung unwillingly to the hard form pulsing beneath the fabric. A strangled moan escaped her as an icy hand **** her jaws apart, her teeth grazing the fabric before a swollen, scaly member lashed out at her tongue.

Sybelle was pinned to the wall and subjected to vicious lashes that spared no part of her body, while others rained down on Phoebe's body as the drow violated her mouth while another approached her posterior, freeing her scaly sex.

The whip lashed Phoebe's lower back with a wet crack, eliciting a muffled scream around the member stretching her throat. A second drow knelt behind her, his claws digging into the quivering flesh of her transformed hips as he aligned his monstrous member against her entrance, dripping with cyprine and shame, at feeling his sexual urges overpower her pain.

The drow's scaly member tore at Phoebe's entrance with a brutal movement, drawing a muffled scream around the member stretching her throat. Her transformed hips trembled under the ****, each thrust rekindling the sting of the whips that continued to lacerate her blackened flesh.

Beside her, Sybelle arched against the wall, the serpentine whips intertwining her legs, her breasts, tracing glistening marks on her new ebony skin.

The drow behind Phoebe thrust into her with animal hunger, his scaly length digging fire into her quivering depths as his claws bit deeper into her hips. Sybelle's muffled sobs filled the cavern as another lash wrapped around her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of venom that made her transformed flesh flinch and spasm.

Phoebe choked on the invading member in her throat, her newfound drow senses overwhelmed by the musk of male sweat and the taste of her sexual fluids. The second drow pushed himself fully inside her and began a rough thrust, his scales not failing to rub against the skin that still burned from the stinging substances.

The drow's scales scraped against Phoebe's inflamed walls, each thrust like a hot blade as the venom from the whips mingled with the sweat trickling between her shoulder blades. Her nails, now black and sharp, scratched the stone floor with a sharp squeal, her hips jerking with involuntary jerks each time the scaly member inside her rubbed against the residual burns of the stinging substances.

The cracks of the whips continued, pulsing pain across Phoebe's skin, each movement of the drow inside her rekindling the burning like molten metal poured into her veins. Her screams choked around the sex plowing into her throat, her blood-laced saliva running in thick streams down her chin.

Behind her, the drow's claws dug deeper into her hips, black drops beading where the nails pierced her ebony flesh. The drow made his final thrust with a hoarse grunt, his scaly sex twisting deep inside Phoebe's convulsing entrails. She felt a liquid burn spread inside her, and she moaned in delight as the stinging heat subsided. Her abdominal muscles twisted beneath the blackened skin, electric shivers coursing through her transformed nerves. Another one appeared this time in front of her anus, impaling her without further ado.

The brutal intrusion into her anus tore a hoarse cry from Phoebe, muffled by the member still plowing her throat. Her muscles contracted violently, torn between the searing pain and the deceptive relief of the soothing venom flowing through her veins. The new drow's scales rapped against her walls with every movement, and she screamed like Sybelle, who was undergoing the same merciless treatment.

The drow's scales tore at her sensitive walls, each brutal thrust causing black tears to flow down her ebony cheeks. Phoebe felt her insides twist under the simultaneous ****, her transformed body shaken by uncontrollable spasms as the venom of the whips and the pain of the scales mingled in a storm of brutal sensations.

Another lash of the whip lashed her shoulder blades, the burning pain spreading like liquid fire across her skin as the sodomizer saw his cock spit his seed into Phoebe, further freeing the master's **** from the burning sensation. She didn't know how many drow abused her, cumming inside or on her, ridding her of the plant curse.

The scales of the last drow slipped away from her in a wet slither, leaving her gaping, quivering orifices filled with a burning mixture of fluids. Phoebe collapsed to the ground, her ebony body glistening with sweat and black blood, every muscle racked with residual spasms. Her chest heaved in fits and starts, the air scraping her ravaged throat.

A foot suddenly crushed her sex, pressing her against the cold stone.

• Satisfied with this **** sabbath? the master said, his foot pressing Phoebe's swollen sex deeper against the stone, causing a hoarse moan to escape from her chapped lips.
• Yes, always when it's to satisfy you, master.