She charges forward to fight

Teysa's face hardened. Whatever else she was, whatever Agamor thought of her, she was still a paladin. She had sworn to defend the defenseless, and that vow had been unconditional. She straightened up and pulled her mace free from its leather strap. Her limbs were already loose and flexible from her training earlier and her trek through the cave.

She made no attempt at stealth, but charged forward, her boots thudding heavily against the cave floor. Her throat opened in a ululating battle cry. She wished she had her armor. The charge had value in itself as a source of shock and awe; the sight of a paladin of Agamor in full plate thundering across the battlefield had routed more than one foe. Of course, there was more to it than just the warrior and the armor. Agamor's sunburst should have outlined her form in radiant gold. She tried not to think about what its absence might mean.

The elves turned quickly to face this new foe. They produced a variety of blades and clubs from beneath their robes. The noble stepped backward with a tight frown on his face, but his large enforcer, Johass, grinned. His teeth were broken and crooked, and he bared them like a wild animal. As the hoods came down, Teysa saw the rest were also drow males, all scarred and battered by life. They looked like hired muscle, the kind that was everywhere in the City. None of them carried the long, elegant spears favored by the drow military; these were legbreakers, back-alley brawlers, men whose only training in arms had been after hours at the rougher sort of bars. Teysa knew better than to underestimate such men, despite their lack of technique. Those who couldn't defend themselves died quickly in the City, and those who survived went on to survive again.

Even so, she was confident. The noble looked like a noncombatant, even if he did probably have a fencing sabre somewhere about his person. Wealthy drow hired people to do their fighting for them. She would have been more worried if he was a she; female drow nobility often served some years in the temple and had some command of battle magic, however rudimentary.

She was paces away now, and the first drow stepped up to meet her. The large enforcer, Johass, seemed content to let his underlings engage Teysa first. He lounged in an insouciant pose with his arms crossed. No time to study him any longer; even now the drow was stepping up to meet Teysa's charge. He carried a long, heavy knife like a butcher's cleaver and tried to break Teysa's momentum with a sideways chop. She ducked under it and put all the momentum of her charge behind the upswing of her mace. It connected with his chin and smashed him off his feet, sending him somersaulting backwards.

The next two engaged her at once. One carried a curved khopesh, the other a long-handled hammer with a hefty iron head. He put both arms into an enormous, arcing swing that Teysa had to spin away from. She parried the khopesh with the haft of her mace and stepped forward inside the hammer-bearer's reach before he could reset his stance. Her elbow smashed into his nose, cracking his head backward, and she brought the head of her mace down on his wrist. The bones shattered like glass and he howled. The hammer dropped heavily on his foot and he stumbled backwards.

Meanwhile, the man with the khopesh danced towards her, his blade zig-zagging through the air. He apparently fancied himself a swordsman, and his speed was certainly considerable. Teysa gave ground steadily, watching as he attacked. His movements seemed random, but she saw that there was a pattern there-- he led with his right side, and tried to aim cuts at her unprotected head and neck. Perhaps he suspected she was wearing mail under her leather. Whatever the reason, it gave her an opening; when his blade whistled towards her throat, she knocked it aside with the heavy head of her mace, then pivoted on the ball of her foot to deliver a punishing blow to his midsection. His eyes grew wide and the wind flew out of him with a heavy "OOF!" Teysa clouted him across the side of the head and he dropped like a bag of grain.

The fourth drow thug was advancing on her with a pair of daggers, but Johass waved him aside. His grin twisted his features into an ugly grimace, a pattern of old scars pulled tight across his face. When he spoke, his voice was low and rumbling. "You fight good for a surface dweller. What are you doing down here?"

Teysa chose not to answer. She circled the enormous brute, her mace up in a guard position. He hefted his silver pole like a club, but Teysa had seen it extend and wasn't fooled. She knew the noble was somewhere nearby, and didn't expect the last two drow to let this be a fair fight if they saw an opening.

Johass didn't seem to be about to attack her, so she pressed forward and essayed a swipe at his head. He knocked it away with his pole, and Teysa barely kept hold of her mace. Great Sun, but he was strong! She shifted her grip on the mace to keep from being disarmed. Johass swung the club in a lazy stroke that she could easily duck away from, and didn't seem bothered when she did. He was toying with her, she realized, confident of his superior strength and skill at arms. The men she had fought earlier had been disposable. This one wasn't. She meant to make him pay for his arrogance. Her mace moved like quicksilver as she feinted high, then aimed a blow at his ribs. He barely got his pole in the way, and her mace deflected off his arm. She didn't think he was badly hurt, but she had his attention now, for sure. He wasn't grinning anymore.

The pole came whistling down from above, and too late Teysa realized it had gained a foot in length. Her dodge couldn't quite carry her out of its path and it clipped her on the shoulder. She spun but maintained her balance and managed to sidestep the next blow, which would have knocked her out like a light. Now he was raining blows down on her from every angle, and she was hard-pressed to dodge them all. Every parry sent vibrations ringing up her arm and nearly tore the mace from her grip. Worse yet, she could feel herself tiring. Against a stronger opponent, she would prefer to tire them out against her armor, but unarmed she had to dodge or deflect every attack, and that was using up her energy reserves. A glancing blow caught her on the side of the head and made her ears ring, and she stumbled. Johass saw his opening and slashed diagonally, and Teysa barely brought her mace up in time to block.

Please, Agamor. If I have done something to offend you, I am sorry, but please, shine your light upon me in my hour of need.

When their steel met, there was a flash of golden light. The **** of the blow drove Teysa to one knee, but she braced herself against the floor and gritted her teeth. Gold outlined her mace, and golden sparks were pouring out of the place where it had locked against his staff. Johass's eyes were wide in astonishment. He was pressing down with all of his ****, but Teysa could feel the light suffusing her, giving strength to her tired muscles, supporting her arm. She slowly began to rise.

The light sputtered once, then dimmed and went out.

Now it was Teysa's turn to be astonished. Her eyes widened, but before she could scramble backwards, Johass flipped up the other end of his staff and caught her under the arm. There was a flash of pain and her mace flew from her fingers. She flopped backward against the floor, and saw stars as her head bounced off a stone. Johass stomped one foot on her stomach and she felt her ribs creaking beneath his boot. "Nice trick, little lady," he said, and began to press down.

"No." The noble's voice interrupted, and Johass looked around. Teysa drew in a rattling gasp of air and tried to squirm out from under the boot. It was to no avail; Johass was an immovable object above her.

"You said no witnesses, boss. Did you see what she did to Larreck?"

"I said no. I recognize this human." The noble's voice was sharp and annoyed. "She's one of the ones that went under the Basilica. Don't tell me you didn't make the connection." The drow knelt down next to her. "Are you Teysa, or Aliara? I never saw you in person, but everyone knows your names." In answer, Teysa spit on him. This earned her another spasm of pain as Johass's boot ground against her ribs, and she hissed through gritted teeth. The noble flicked away her saliva with two fingers, then smiled. "It doesn't matter, I suppose. You've caused a lot of trouble. More than you know. I think it's time you learn a long-overdue lesson." He said something Teysa didn't understand, something in that same dialect she had heard earlier, but Johass laughed and stepped off her. He reached down and grabbed her by the neck, hauling her upright. "Ok, little lady," he growled in her ear, "it's your lucky day." He balled up his other fist and punched Teysa hard in the stomach.

The pain was immediate. All of the air flew out of her lungs, and she would have stumbled and fallen if his sausage-like fingers hadn't been wrapped around her windpipe. Nausea roiled up inside her and her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears. She fought to draw in a breath and managed a thin, whistling inhalation. Laughing, Johass threw her to the floor, where she lay in a tangled heap. She could hear movement around her as the thugs she had stunned or knocked down regained their footing. Hands closed on her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. In front of her was the drow with the daggers: he held them up theatrically, grinning, before stabbing at her. Teysa closed her eyes and waited for the end, but instead of the stabbing pain she had expected, she felt only cold steel against her skin. She looked down and gasped in alarm.

The daggerman had sliced through her leather tunic, stopping before her skin and beginning to cut downward. With his other hand he slashed the waistband of her trousers. He was cutting her clothes off, carefully and methodically. She squirmed and struggled, but two drow were now holding her arms, and she was weak and dazed from the fight. Her leather parted like cheesecloth before the daggers, and below it she wore quilted cotton. That too was quickly stripped off her, leaving her naked and shivering in the cold subterranean air.

A blow to her upper back drove her to her knees, where she rested, panting. "Please," she began, "please, don't do-"

"Shut up, surface cunt," growled one of the drow guards. They had laid their weapons aside and were undoing the laces of their breeches. Teysa knew what was coming next. She swallowed hard. The first thug to approach her was the one whose nose she had elbowed. It looked broken, and he glared down at her as blood dripped onto his lip. His cock poked out of his breeches and dangled in her face, a length of dark, meaty flesh already growing hard. "Suck it," he demanded. "And no teeth, or you'll see how much worse things can get for you." Teysa blinked back tears of humiliation. When she hesitated, the drow grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand and yanked hard. "I said suck!" He slapped her hard across the face, and pulled her closer to him by the hair. His cock hung in her face, nearly poking her in the eye. She grimaced, opened her mouth, and slid it between her lips.

The taste of him was foul-- musky and unwashed, he stank of sweat and less wholesome fluids. Wiry pubic hairs caught between her teeth. Immediately, he began thrusting down her throat. She gagged as she felt his thick rod pushing against her tonsils. He didn't seem to be interested in letting her service him, but pumped in and out of her mouth, treating her like nothing more than a warm fuckhole. Lewd slurping sounds accompanied each thrust as her saliva coated his organ and mixed with his precum to form a frothy lubrication. It leaked out of the corner of her mouth and drooled down her chin as she tried in vain to keep up with his vigorous thrusting.

"This bitch is great! You guys gotta try this!" the thug called out from somewhere above her. Teysa felt rough hands pushing her down, and she was manhandled until she was on her hands and knees with her ass pointing in the air. Her breasts swung free and grazed along the cold cave floor as they maneuvered her around. Rough hands grabbed and fondled her soft breasts, the hard pink buds of her nipples, the smooth globes of her ass, and the cleft between her legs. She could feel pressure against her legs as a drow knelt down behind her, and she tensed, realizing what that meant. She tried to cry out, but the hefty cockmeat in her mouth allowed only a muffled yelp. Behind her, the drow aligned his cock with her pussy lips despite her attempts to wriggle out of the way, and with a single thrust of his hips hilted himself inside her.

"MMMMMMPHHH!" Teysa let out an involuntary groan. She felt her nether lips part before the invading cock, her defenses yielding. The intruder slammed through her tight channel, pulled out, and slammed in again, leaving her battered and bruised. She could feel his pendulous nuts bouncing off her quim as he thrust. There was no passion in it, no love, just the cruel rapaciousness of an animal satisfying itself with helpless prey. Meanwhile, the first thug sawed in and out of her throat with equal vigor. Each thrust found the mushroom tip of his prick kissing the back of her throat, and each time he pulled out she gasped wildly for breath and tried not to gag. His speed was increasing as he thrust, and he pulled her head back and forth by the hair, heedless of the pain at her scalp and the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Teysa felt him tense, then ram his cock deeper than before; her eyes grew wide as her nose mashed painfully into his waist, and his turgid rod slid seemingly halfway down her throat. He let out a grunt, then thick, sticky ropes of cum began to blast down her esophagus. She felt his cock twitch inside her as it fired: over and over, his ejaculation was seemingly endless. Halfway through he pulled out, but any relief she might have felt was quickly upended by the sensation of lumpy ball chowder coating her face and neck. She closed her eyes against it, but she felt a sticky wad shoot up her nose, and others plastered her bangs to her forehead and dripped down her cheek. Simultaneously, the **** behind her dug his fingers painfully into her sides, and she felt his own seed begin to spurt deep inside her. His grip slackened after what felt like an eternity and his softening cock slid out of her, followed by a trickle of warm genetic material that seeped down her leg.

She barely had time to enjoy the respite before another drow stepped up behind her. This one's rod felt, if anything, bigger than the one before; only the lubrication provided by the baby batter glugging out of her battered cunt allowed him to slide into her. Even so her eyes bulged and crossed at the stretching sensation as his monster dong carved its way into her guts. Each thrust battered against her cervix, which was starting to bruise. A fourth drow-- the one with the khopesh, she thought, though she couldn't be sure-- stepped up in front of her and waved his dick in her face. She lacked the strength to resist; her mouth lolled open, and he eagerly stuffed his prick into it. "GLLLK! MSSHHHH! PPPPBBBTTHH!" Wet, glottal sounds echoed throughout the cave as he turned her mouth into his personal fucktoy.

Teysa had no fight left in her. Despair and humiliation had sapped her strength. She went limp as the two drow violating her sawed back and forth like loggers on a particularly thick tree. Her body flopped and rolled like a ragdoll in their iron grip. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Somehow, shamefully, there was something buried under the pain and humiliation; a spark of pleasure radiating out from the aching, throbbing bud of her clit. The drow in her pussy was so large, every thrust seemed to rub against that sensitive part and send little sparks of pleasure through her. Her body was responding; not all of the fluid dripping down her thighs was drow cum. Heat spread outward through her body, a warm tingling that in other circumstances might be pleasant. It felt like a betrayal, her own body turning against her, but she could not deny it. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself far away: with Aliara, on a pleasure barge plying the Underneath's glittering rivers. The feeling in her pussy was one of Aliara's wonderful toys, the thing in her mouth a plump, juicy fruit...

"Holy shit, this bitch is depraved!" came the cry from behind her. "I think she's cumming! Darkness below, what a slut!" Teysa ignored him. Her pussy spasmed around the invader as her pleasure crested. Her fantasies took her far, far away from the dirty cave floor and the violation. Dimly, she was aware of something warm and foul-tasting spurting and spouting in her throat, and more spraying into her once-tight quim. It all seemed to be far away from her.

The last drow to kneel behind her was Johass. She lay on the ground, panting and sweating, covered in grime and smeared with fluids. Johass's member felt enormous, as big around as Teysa's wrist. She was too tired to resist. Johass's enormous hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her ass up, exposing her tight pucker to the cold cave air. He spit expertly, landing a wad of saliva on her asshole. Even knowing what would come next, Teysa couldn't fight it. With a roar he thrust his hips forward and hilted his cock inside her ass.

The pain was instant and excruciating. She felt as though she was splitting open. Johass's enormous member had **** open her sphincter, which howled in protest at the intrusion. It felt like a stone inside her, a stone grinding her into the cave floor. He grunted and puffed as he thrust. Each movement seemed to tear her apart, and she imagined she could feel her organs rearranging as his gigantic rod pillaged her bowels. She moaned in protest. "UHHHHHNNN! GRRRRNNN! AHHHHHH!" Her cries sounded weak and feeble, even to her ears. Johass's muscular arms pinned her to the cave floor by her neck and one arm, preventing her from struggling or wriggling away. She lay there as he brutally sodomized her, unable to do anything but grit her teeth and try to bear up under the pain. There was no secret pleasure here, no hidden warmth: only a sustained **** on her overstuffed ass.

Just when she felt should could take no more, Johass roared in her ear like an alpha predator. His thrusts became manic, each one pounding her into the floor and leaving bruises across her thighs and hips. She tried to cry out, but only managed a pathetic squeak. One more powerful thrust, like a lance impaling her to the floor, and she felt his cock twitching and pulsing. Warm jets of cum basted the inside of her rectum and painted her inner walls. It seemed to go on and on, an endless injection deep into her bowels. Finally, she felt him softening, and he pulled out of her. She collapsed weeping to the cave floor, drow semen leaking from all of her ravaged holes. A burp interrupted her sobs, and the taste of cum on her breath made her want to throw up.

She didn't see Johass lifting the staff above her. The other drow were already pulling their pants back on, their interest lost. Johass looked down at her with something like sympathy. "Goodbye, little lady," he said, and the staff descended. Teysa knew no more.

(BAD END)