El'keth needs it more

Aliara could take care of herself. El'keth looked terrified. She was holding her arms in front of her face protectively. The kobolds around her cackled. Miserable vermin. The ratlike little kobolds shunned a fair fight, preferring traps and tricks whenever possible. A terrified, unarmed girl seemed to be about their speed. Teysa would punish them for their presumption.

She bent as she ran and scooped up a loose stone in her free hand. She weighed it for a moment then let fly. Coming from her left arm, her throw wasn't very accurate, but it certainly got their attention; the two kobolds with the net dropped it and pulled rusty cleavers from their belts. Teysa didn't give them time to get their guard up. She came in swinging. One kobold tried to check her mace with a pair of crossed knives. She didn't even slow down; her swing crumpled his blades, shattered his wrists and, a second later, caved in the front of his skull. She ducked under a wild spear thrust and kicked out with one leg. Her armored toe caught a kobold under the chin and sent him flying across the room, where he landed with a dull crack. A third slashed at her thigh with his dagger. The point bit through her leathers and drew blood, but the blow hadn't had any real strength behind it, and her return swing pulped his chest.

Across the room, Aliara dispatched one foe with a lightning-quick dagger through the eye. She was pulling it free when a wizened old kobold stepped out of the cloud. Green sparks seemed to orbit him like miniature moons. His eyes glowed, and when he opened his mouth, the same eerie flicker poured from there as well. He carried a staff in one hand, a twisted length of ancient wood capped with a cluster of mushrooms. His other hand was empty, and he raised it palm-outward and pointed it at Aliara. The green flecks that surrounded him rushed inward like water draining from a tub, then shot out in a solid beam of green light. It hit Aliara square in the face and poured over her. She shook and jittered under the onslaught. The light winked out suddenly, and Aliara stood swaying back and forth for a moment. Smoke curled upward from her tattered leathers. Then she collapsed forward face-down.

Teysa let out an animal howl and charged the kobolds with her mace held high. They gibbered and cavorted around her. She ignored the sting of their blades against her arms and legs. All of her attention was focused on the shaman with his staff. That glow was building around him, kindling like a flame...

Just as she reached him, he brought his hand up again. The light was suddenly blinding. It leapt out from him and earthed itself against her like a lightning bolt. She could feel her muscles convulsing and spasming uncontrollably. The mace fell from her twitching fingers and clattered away across the floor. Still the light poured across her. It felt as though her skin was on fire. She sank to her knees, eyes rolling up into her head, arms shaking uncontrollably. The light ebbed and faded, and Teysa fell insensate on her side. Darkness rushed up to claim her.

When she awoke, her whole body was sore and sensitive. It felt as though she was sunburned all over. Wincing, she turned her neck to look around. She had been stripped of her armor; she wore only her quilted cotton gambeson and leather breeches. She was hanging from a horizontal pole to which her wrists and ankles had been trussed. Hooting kobolds carried the pole, and none too gently; she bounced and swayed as they scampered through a long, low tunnel. Occasionally a particularly large rock on the ground would dig painfully into her back or smack her on the back of the head.

Next to her, Aliara dangled in a similar predicament. The half-elf was still **** and Teysa could see a pattern of raw, red flesh on her exposed face and arms. Her hair had been singed at the ends and her eyebrows had burnt off entirely.

El’keth and Jez’ria were nowhere to be seen. Teysa hoped that they had gotten away, although Jez’ria’s injuries made escape unlikely. She tested her bonds, but finding them solid, resigned herself to temporary captivity. Surely the kobolds were bringing them somewhere.

The tunnel opened out into a large, circular cave ringed by torches. Teysa craned to see what was happening around her. The floor was tiered, like an amphitheater, and every level was lined with kobolds. They packed in tightly and the cave echoed with their muttering and squeaking. Her nostrils filled with the unwashed, reptile stink of them... and something more. A rotting, sickly-sweet odor of corruption, subtle but pervasive, underlay the grime of the kobolds. Teysa shuddered in her bonds. It was an evil smell, the smell of a thousand-year-old corpse that has not realized it is dead.

Her jailers cut the ties that bound her to the pole and she crashed unceremoniously to the floor. Still bound at wrist and ankle, she was able to offer little resistance as they manhandled her into a standing position. Two kobolds tried to prop up the **** Aliara; finding this impossible, they straddled her and slapped her hard across the face. She woke with a cry and, after a brief struggle, allowed herself to be dragged to her feet.

“Li, do you smell that?” Teysa asked in a whisper.

“I do. It’s not just kobold BO, is it? What do they have planned for us?” Aliara’s reply was sardonic, but Teysa could hear the fear in her voice. She shrugged and opened her mouth to reassure her, but the crowd suddenly grew quiet. A path opened through the mass of kobolds, and spear-points in Teysa and Aliara’s backs prodded them forward. With her ankles bound, Teysa could take only shuffling, mincing steps, but inch by inch she made her way through the throng. Her path descended as she went, until by the end she was standing at the bottom of a great inverted dome. Above her kobolds chanted, screeched, waved torches, and jeered at their prisoners.

The crowd thinned out as they went, until they stood alone at the bottom of the pit. Before them, the path extended out onto a thin finger of stone on the lip of a great abyss. The smell was stronger down here, an overpowering charnel stink of rotten meat and unguessable fluids. Teysa squinted into the abyss. The darkness seemed to draw in all light. Did she see movement down there?

Their escorts prodded them again, so with ****, Teysa and Aliara shuffled out onto the precipice. The stone was barely wide enough for both of them. A warm, damp breeze blew up from below, carrying the smell with it. Teysa wrinkled her nose and tried to breathe through her mouth.

Something was happening up above. Silence spread out across the crowd, and they parted to allow a wizened and ancient kobold through. He stepped up onto a dais and surveyed the crowd, then gestured at Teysa and Aliara below.

“Tekka wan! Tekka lah! Tekka vo saturon, essai Garagaloth!”

The crowd cheered and began to chant. The voices overlapped and ran into each other, but they repeated the same word over and over:

“Garagaloth! Garagaloth! Garagaloth!”

As if in answer, there was a deep, rumbling growl from the pit. It echoed across the room and hushed the crowd. Teysa risked her balance to look down. Yes, there was definitely something moving in down there— something sinuous, like a nest of snakes. Fear rose in her gut. Had these kobolds found a dark patron, here in the Underneath? What sacrifices might it demand of them?

There was a short, sharp shock in her lower back. At first she thought she had been stabbed, but as she fell, she twisted around and saw a kobold standing over with with his spear butt extended. The other escort jabbed Aliara in the small of the back with his own spear haft, then turned and ran. With her hands bound grasping for the platform was out of the question. Teysa screamed as she teetered on the edge for one heart-stopping second, then plunged into darkness.

Warm air rushed around her as she fell. She closed her eyes tight and prepared for the impact. Agamor, I will see you soon.

Something slapped into her back with a wet squish. It arrested her fall as it curled around her. She felt a constricting pressure around her waist. Opening her eyes, she saw something thick and pink, like a long, thin tongue, wrapped around her midsection. It sprouted out of the darkness below, and it was not alone. More fleshy limbs emerged from the gloom, catching Aliara as deftly as they had caught her, wrapping around arms and legs and hips. A cluster of them swarmed over Teysa. They glistened wetly and smeared her with a foul-smelling mucous. She was still descending, but slowly, as the strange things retracted.

As she sank, the air grew hotter and wetter, until it reminded her of the rainforest. The stink all around her was overpowering, the rotten-meat smell and the nauseating odor of ****. High, high above, the ring of torches shrank to tiny pinpricks. All around here was darkness so thick that she could not see her hand in front of her face.

The tendrils wrapping her set Teysa down gently on a soft, yielding surface. It was warm and pulsed under her fingers. She came to rest against one wall, which was warm and coated in something wet and sticky. She shivered with revulsion and tried to pull away, but something ropy and muscular reached out from the wall and wrapped itself around her neck. More probing fingers of warm flesh encircled her elbows and knees, her hips, her wrists and ankles; they seemed to extrude from the walls and floor and grow back into it. Teysa struggled to no avail. The tendrils were everywhere; they crept under her clothes and tore outward, splitting her gambeson down the back and shredding her breeches to pieces. Her silk undertunic parted beneath their caress, as did her cotton smallclothes, leaving her naked and shivering. The ties that bound her wrists and ankles fell away, though she was still restrained by the muscular manacles.

Questing tendrils snaked down her shoulders towards her bosom. They circled her breasts like coiling vipers, spiraling in towards her pink areolas and the sensitive peaks of her nipples. Somehow, despite the awful smell and the horror of her surroundings, her nipples stood out as hard and proud as chips of diamond. She groaned in dismay as the tips of the tentacles found them, caressed them, rested delicately against them. Then, all at once, two sharp stars of pain exploded in her chest. She felt the tentacles lancing into her milk ducts, tunneling, anchoring themselves inside her.

A light shone down on her from above. It was dim, but it did more than texture the darkness. Teysa squinted up to see a figure descending towards her. At first, she was confused. Had one of Agamor’s angels come to collect her? The figure was humanoid, nude, obviously feminine, with broad hips and a prominent swell of bosom. Her stomach curved outward like a pregnant woman’s, and she seemed to float in midair. The glow was coming from her eyes, which shone with a golden light. She faced downward in a diver’s pose, floating closer to Teysa until she was an arm’s span away.

“Welcome, stranger,” she said, in a breathy voice. There was a strange echo behind her words. They seemed to arrive in Teysa’s mind just before reaching her ears.

“W-where am I?” Teysa asked. She found it difficult to look at the woman’s vacant expression. How was she floating? She had no visible wings.

“Garagaloth. All are one in Garagaloth. You will join us in Garagaloth.”

“W-what is Garagaloth?”

The woman smiled. She extended an arm and gently cupped Teysa’s cheek. “Garagaloth is peace. Garagaloth is love. The all-mind of Garagaloth knows you, stranger.”

She withdrew, and Teysa squinted into the gloom. Her eyes were beginning to adjust. She saw something moving between the woman’s legs and stared. Her eyes widened in revulsion.

A thick cylinder of flesh rose up between the woman’s legs and disappeared into her pussy. Her labia stretched grotesquely around it to accommodate the invasion. A second, smaller tentacle behind the first was firmly planted between her butt cheeks. The tentacles pulsed and flexed as she moved; they were supporting her, like horrific marionette strings. They disappeared into the darkness behind her, and as she faded from view, Teysa caught a glimpse of many long, thin tendrils encircling the woman and hiding her from view.

Something brushed against Teysa’s thigh and she screamed. It felt thick and blunt and probled blindly at her like a mole. She tried to squirm away, but the tendrils holding her were pinning her tightly in place. The two that had pierced her breasts were still affixed, and an awful, numb warmth was spreading through her chest. She let out a low moan of fear as the thing between her legs squirmed ever closer to her helplessly exposed pussy. Attempts to close her thighs were fruitless; the bonds holding her were like iron. The bulbous tip of the tentacle drew closer to her, closer, closer... she screwed her eyes shut as it positioned itself against the delicate velvet folds of her quim, knowing what had to come next.

Muscles bunched, squeezed, and with a single powerful motion, the tentacle corkscrewed deep inside her pussy. Teysa howled as she felt it tunneling into her. Heedless of her attempts to stop its progress, the tentacle shoved aside her organs in its frantic quest. Her stomach instantly tented out around it. Her once-tight channel was **** open, her labia bulging obscenely. She could feel it moving inside her, seemingly of its own volition, twisting and plunging, searching, deeper, deeper... and yet somehow the warmth spreading outward from her impaled nipples was the more insistent sensation. She moaned and writhed, trying to escape, but to no avail. Her whole body was tingling now, and the heat was building in her breasts and in her ravaged pussy. Her hips bucked unconsciously against the tentacle, driving it even deeper into her. It had reached her cervix and its progress was temporarily halted. Biting her lip, Teysa squirmed like a butterfly on a pin. A tiny part of her mind was howling in pain and fear, but it was being submerged beneath a rising tidal wave of primal lust.

Almost unnoticed, a second, smaller tentacle was probing at the tight ring of her ass. As she gasped and writhed, it slipped inside and began to coil in her rectum. As it slid into her, ring by ring, the arm-thick rod lodged in her honeypot began to press deeper. It did not thrust sharply, but applied a mounting and insistent pressure that began to wear away at her defenses. Something spurted from the tip and, unable to escape the tight seal of her overstretched pussy, pressed against her inner walls. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body surrendered.

Unable to hold back the invader anymore, her womb gave in. The tentacle eagerly filled up her most intimate place. Teysa's mouth yawned open and she let out a delirious cry as Garagaloth seeped into her every crack and crevice. Another tentacle darted into her mouth and snaked down her throat, but she didn't notice. All three tendrils pulsed and throbbed, churning up her guts and twisting into her innermost places. She held back no secrets. There was no portion of her undefiled. Waves of pleasure rolled over her as Garagaloth rewarded her for her submission. She twitched in her bonds, eyelids fluttering, drool leaking down her chin as her mouth was plundered.

All three tentacles pulsed once, then shot forth a great quantity of warm goo. It instantly filled up the deflated sac of her womb and stretched it to its utmost extent. Simultaneously, her stomach and bowels flooded with the rancid spunk. The tentacle in her cunt plugged her up so firmly that it allowed no leakage; unable to escape, the goo poured into every corner of her womb. It suffused her cells and seeped into the fabric of her soul. Her belly swelled up as what seemed like gallons of fluid poured into her. It shot out of her sinuses, painting her cheeks, and splashed from the ravaged ring of her ass to splatter across her thighs.

Garagaloth loved her. All of her pain, her fear, her worries... they slipped away in the face of Garagaloth's overpowering presence. Some tiny part of Teysa remained to cower in abject terror, but the rest of her worshipped Garagaloth. Her mind, her body, her womb; all were offered up to Garagaloth's altar, all plundered by her jealous deity. Agamor was forgotten. Lolth was forgotten. The warren, El'keth, all went by the wayside. Soon, she was overjoyed to see that Aliara had joined her in Garagaloth. The two of them spent their days in praise and devotion, bearing Garagaloth's spawn and communing with him in endless ecstasy.