Yes (creepy thread)

You unhook the clasp of your weapon belt and your robe and set them on the edge of the raised center circle as instructed. Stepping up to the pedestal you pull back your long light blonde hair and gather it into a bun on top of your head. They wait quietly and you are reminded quietly by Reginald that you must do this yourself willingly or risk tainting the magic of the offspring. You place your hands on the pedestal and with a gulp, push your head into the loop of rope knowing full well this is probably the last thing you will ever do. You then turn the crank on the front of the pedestal and the ends of the rope are pulled into the pedestal till your head bends forward and your neck is held against the cold metal. Someone steps up behind you and your wrists are locked together, with your arms crossed behind your back, in cold metal restraints.

“Let the seeding begin!” Reginald yells and bangs his staff on the floor. The false memories of your life as an elf princess fall away like dead leaves from a tree, yet some traces remain as do the memories of fighting hordes of these Slaadi with your pistol and a rather large rifle with other elves. These seem mixed in with all the actual events that brought you here with the witch and her minions.

A man in a black and purple robe brings forth some sort of a crystal orb on a high ornate scaffolding like device with three long tubes coming down from it. He then inserts the long hard ends into your ass, pussy, and last your throat. A tear rolls down your cheek as he twists the lever and all three holes are filled with what you somehow know are these creatures foul eggs, thousands of them. He pulls them out and takes the device away. Your body wretches and your bowels try to **** the goop out but you can feel the tiny tendrils of the eggs grabbing hold of your insides. A priest then steps up and blesses the ritual.

“Please let me go.” You beg and try to pull back against the loop holding your head down.

“One notch.” He says and the man in front clicks the crank once and the pressure against the back of your neck increases. “You get one every time you protest or resist. At around five your neck will snap, at ten your head will be severed, and we wouldn’t want that would we?” He asks with a terrifying grin.

The men then step up and take turns dumping load after load of cum in your various holes. Pleasure is the last thing on their mind but your body occasionally betrays you and you can’t help but grunt on squirm as one of their huge cocks hits just the right spot. Twice this earns you a turn of the crank and you can feel your neck muscles straining against the pressure. Cum leaks from every hole as they all finally step away. Your sexy body is almost comically bulging from how much fluid is inside of you as the eggs that won’t let go are growing as they are washed over with the male creatures seed.

Reginald walks up, crouches down to look you in the eyes, “Still alive I see, very good. Now to take you to the incubation chamber.” He hits the release and scoops you into his arms. Your swollen body won’t respond to any of your commands and he sets you on some sort of cart to take you away. Mercifully you pass out.

Time passes in fits of consciousness as you and several other women float in hot water, your lungs fed through a tube in your mouth. Your head is encased in what feels like a latex hood and you can’t see much more than the other poor victims in the pool. Your arms and legs are similarly encased and have been so long enough that you simply can’t feel them, if it weren’t for the fact that all the other victims are similarly bound you wouldn’t even be sure they were still attached.

Finally the time comes and all of you are pulled up and the hood and bindings are removed. Familiar cuffs that hold your arms crossed behind your back are locked in place first and all of you are powerless to resist. A loop of rope is then wrapped around your thighs, at the tops of what you now see are thigh high boots with long red 5” stiletto heels, and your neck. The sound of a winch begins to clack and you are pulled out of the water, you are leaning forward enough that your weight is supported by the ropes holding and spreading apart your legs but you can see these are fitted with a quick release. It would appear they plan to hang all of you once this is over, assuming you survive the creatures ripping their way out of you, which you are sure is what is going to happen. The pool is drained and you can hear the elders chanting some kind of spell.

Suddenly a dark evil feeling voice is in your head, “Hello nameless one. You have been quite hard to find. I can channel a spell to you that should help you escape if you allow me to. Don’t worry, yes I am a Lich, an undead archmage, I see you can sense that. Your friend hired me to attempt to save you. It’s up to you, I get paid either way.”