She's not fooled

The priestess's eyes narrowed. She said nothing, but rested her hands on her hips. In an instant, Teysa realized two things. First, they hadn't fooled her. And second, it was too late.

As she turned to run, the priestess raised one hand to her mouth and blew a single, piercing whistle. The shrill keening reverberated through Teysa's mind, driving out rational thought, sending a wave of agony through her that doubled her up into spasms. She tried to regain her footing, but her limbs were sluggish and unresponsive. Next to her, Aliara crashed to the floor and began to twitch. Teysa felt one eyelid jerk involuntarily as she lost control of her muscles.

The priestess in red loomed over her. The relish in her voice was evident as she spat "You must think me foolish, intruders. You will penetrate these sacred halls no further." Teysa heard multiple sets of hurrying footsteps, though she could not even crane her neck to see who was coming. A pair of steel-shod feet stepped into her line of sight and from above she heard a second drow voice-- this one male-- conversing with the priestess in a language she did not know.

Teysa tried to stand, but the priestess's magic left her weak as a kitten. She felt cold metal gauntlets pinch her soft flesh as they scooped her up. She tried to cry out, but it came out a dull moan. Her head rolled backward and she saw a half-dozen drow guards, wearing the elaborate armor of the Fangs. Their captain was helmetless and conferred in hushed tones with the priestess, while the rest wore tall plumed helms that concealed their faces. Two of them were picking her up, one under the armpits and another by the ankles. Two more hefted Aliara. She lolled bonelessly in their arms, her eyes closed. It looked like she had passed out. This is what she feared, Teysa thought. I delivered her right back into captivity.

The guards bore them away down the hall, up a flight of stairs, and through a maze of twisting passages. Even if she was upright and paying attention, Teysa knew she could never remember this route out. Eventually they arrived at a steel door, which the guard captain unlocked using a keyring he carried at his belt.

Inside was a Spartan barracks room. Iron bunk beds lined the walls, each with a thin straw mattress and a locker resting at its feet. Teysa was dumped unceremoniously on a rough-hewn stone table. She hissed in pain as the craggy surface dug painfully into her buttocks and shoulders, but her limbs were still limp and unresponsive and she could not even roll herself into a more comfortable position. She concentrated every fiber of her being on moving her arm, and was rewarded with a slight twitch. The paralysis may be weakening, she thought.

Something alarmingly cold and hard touched her leg. She heard a ripping sound and felt a tug at her side. To her horror, she realized they were cutting her robe off her. The guards worked quickly and efficiently, their wickedly sharp blades careful not to break her skin. They sliced the cloth to ribbons and pulled them loose, dumping her over on her belly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the guards ball up her robe and toss it away. From somewhere ahead of her she heard more tearing cloth, and she assumed Aliara was getting the same treatment.

A pair of guards hoisted her under the armpits and manhandled her off the table. This time, without even the thin fabric of the robe to protect her, the sharp edges of their armor dug painfully into her flesh. The effects of the priestess's magic were starting to weaken, at least enough for Teysa to hold her own head up, and her trepidation turned to horror as she saw they were dragging her towards a set of stone stocks.

"No! Please, no!" she tried to shout, but her mouth felt as though it were full of cotton and the words came out in an unintelligible slur. The drow ignored her regardless. With practiced efficiency they laid her head in the large, central hole and her arms in the smaller compartments to the side. Each hole was lined with padded leather-- a small mercy, Teysa supposed, but not one she was feeling particularly grateful for in this instant. She tried to struggle, to at least make it challenging for them, but they pushed her head into position with contemptuous ease. The top half of the stocks clicked shut around her and she sagged, defeated. Something pressed against her belly from below-- she realized that these stocks had a diagonal panel built into the pillar, forcing the imprisoned person to thrust their hips back. Realization dawned in her mind just as the guard commander stepped into view.

He cut an imposing figure, even without his armor. His white hair was tied back into a bun, revealing sculpted, high cheekbones and a thin blade of a nose. His lips were thin and bloodless and his red eyes glittered with malice. He said something in Drow, then paused expectantly. Teysa stared blankly at him, and he tried again in Undercommon.

"You understand this tongue? Very well... you are intruder. The Pious Ma'tir has given you to us. What are you called, surface dweller?"

Teysa considered a defiant rejoinder, but exhaustion and fear numbed her. Instead, she swallowed hard and tried to **** her lips and tongue to obey her. "Teysa." It sounded wooden to her ears, but at least it was a recognizable word.

"No more. From this day you are Ak'ki. Do you understand?"

Teysa stared in disbelief. Her name? She had to give up her name? She said nothing, and the guard scowled and slapped her across the face.

Krak! The impact rang in her ears and her cheek burned. Still, she kept her silence. She would not surrender to this ignominy. She would not. She had a name.

Ka-krak! This time, he slapped her across both cheeks, not with one hand but with both in quick succession. The double impact rocked her from side to side. She blinked back tears but set her jaw proudly and stubbornly. To her surprise, the guard did not strike her a third time, but smiled, cupping her chin in one hand and turning her head one way and then the other.

"I see you are made of sterner stuff, Ak'ki. Do you know what the name means? I will tell you." He circled around behind her, moving out of her line of sight. She tensed, trying in vain to see what he was planning. Behind her she heard the rustle of his robes. No. No!

Whap! A stinging impact on her left buttock caused her whole body to jerk. She cried out in surprise. Whap! He struck again, this time at her right cheek. Whap! The right again, this time causing her to yelp involuntarily. Her cheeks were already growing sore. The drow paused in his ****, then spoke from somewhere above her.

"It refers to a ditch for midden. A place where even the lowest beggar can dump their waste and refuse." Whap! This strike felt harder than the previous ones, and his hand lingered on her battered butt to squeeze and knead the flesh. "That is what you are now. You are no longer a person. You are a hole for us to use." His hand crawled across her behind towards her quim, which he gripped with sudden fierceness. She cried out as he exerted a terrible pressure against her sensitive nether lips. "Now say your new name, ditch-slut. Say what you are."

Teysa gritted her teeth. She would not submit to this indignity. She was Teysa, paladin of the sun god, and she would not forget that fact, not even here in the darkness below the world.

"Very well. It seems a demonstration is in order." He gripped her waist with one hand, and she felt something warm and hard slip between her legs. Too late, she tried to clamp her thighs together, but the soldier laughed as he lined his cock up with her opening. "Struggle if you want. It changes nothing." He rested his other hand on the other side of her waist and, with a roar, thrust his hips forward.

His hard cock speared into her, instantly sinking its entire length into her tight slit. The drow did not bother to lubricate himself or loosen her up. He pistoned forward, smashing aside her resistance. Teysa screamed as she felt the battering ram crash down her gates.

"AAAGGGHHH!"

The drow pulled himself out, slowly, inch by inch. It seemed to go on forever. Finally, when just the barest tip of his rod remained inside her, he drove forward again-- if anything, harder than before. The impact knocked the wind out of Teysa. She felt it like a punch in the guts.

"OOOOURGH!"

She groaned as he took up a regular rhythm. His cock was massive, and he seemed to know it. He thrust into her from above, grinding her body down onto the diagonal panel. Her stomach was quickly rubbed raw from the quick back-and-forth thrusts, but he did not let up. Instead, he pummeled her mercilessly, his hands squeezing and pinching the soft curve of her hips. Her bruised ass cheeks sent lances of agony through her body with each jolt. Tears rolled down her face as her brutal violation continued. She struggled helplessly in the stocks but could budge them. She felt a dull ache from deep inside her as her innermost parts were bruised and abraded by the drow's merciless ****.

His breathing sped up, and the pace of his rabid thrusts matched it. Teysa tensed as his fists tightened around her waist, his nails digging cruelly into her skin. With a final grunt his cock twitched inside her and began to gush his hot seed deep into her womb. Teysa sobbed at this final indignity but could do nothing to defend herself. She felt the slimy cum ooze out of her plundered pussy as the drow withdrew, leaving her nether lips gaping open from the pounding he had inflicted. A hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up, eliciting a fresh cry of pain. The drow snarled in her ear. "You are Ak'ki. Say it! Say what you are!"

Teysa lacked the strength to resist. All she wanted was to be left in peace. If submitting to this monster meant that she could recover... "Yes!" she sobbed. "I am Ak'ki! Please! Just... don't hurt me anymore, please!"

The drow let her go and rubbed one cheek gently. With a soft pat on her forehead, he smiled and leaned forward until his face was inches from hers.

"Do not give me cause to, Ak'ki, and I won't. Now I must go out on patrol. Try not to make too much of a mess." He turned on his heels and strode out of the room. Teysa sagged in the stocks and tried to forget what had just happened.

As the guards came back, they made use of her as rough as their captain had. They dumped ale on her head, drew degrading messages on her face and back in charcoal, and laughed at her feeble attempts to flinch away from their touch. That night, one of them penetrated her ass while the others cheered. She had to bite back screams as she felt her narrow back passage expand far beyond its natural limit to accommodate his manhood.

Over the weeks to come, Ak'ki learned to withdraw into herself when they came to take their pleasure, to just go far away and let it happen to someone else. They took her out of the stocks to clean her and let her walk around a bit, but even when she was good her "reward" was simply to be chained to the wall for a while instead of **** to stand.

One day, a new visitor came to see Ak'ki. It was one of the priestesses-- sometimes, they came to make use of her flesh in ways more unnatural than anything the guards could come up with. Ak'ki flinched away from her, but this priestess crouched down before her with a strange expression on her face. Was it... concern?

"Teysa, it's me. It's Mish'li. What have they done to you? Do you understand me?"

Ak'ki frowned. That name seemed familiar. Teysa... had she known someone named Teysa once? Was one of the guards named Teysa? For some reason, the thought of the name was painful. She shook her head. "Mistress, Ak'ki is sorry. Who is Teysa? Ak'ki does not know this person. What shall Ak'ki do for you? Please, let Ak'ki please you."

Mish'li stared at her with an expression of intense sorrow, then looked away. "Not-- not right now, Ak'ki. I must go." She gathered her robes up in one hand and scurried out.

Ak'ki frowned. She hoped she would not be punished for displeasing a priestess. She wondered what the woman had meant.

(GAME OVER)