Bargle the Oni

Faelus stepped back and surveyed his work with a sadistic smile. "Now, my dear Bargle," he said, "you will experience the same degradation you've **** upon others."

The transformed tiefling, now a miniature female, was trembling with fear and shock. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape that she knew would not come.

Faelus removed Luzzst’s **** collar using an intricate drow spell. The metal band glowed briefly with a dark light before it loosened and fell into Faelus’ hand. The piercings remained, but the control over her thoughts and actions was gone. Lorn gasped for air, feeling the sudden rush of freedom. The collar had been a constant reminder of her enslavement, a noose around her mind and spirit that had kept her in check.

Lew’Dass stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she regarded the trembling form of the once mighty wizard. She took the collar from Faelus’s hand and approached the new Bargle with a predatory grace. "Look what we have here," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "A pretty little thing, so ripe for the plucking."

With surprising tenderness, she fastened the collar around Bargle’s slender neck. The metal was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the softness of her new skin. The former wizard let out a whimper as the collar tightened, the same collar that had kept Luzzst in a perpetual state of sexual servitude. The very same collar that promised her so much pleasure.

Faelus watched with a wicked smile as Bargle’s body jerked and spasmed, the magic of the collar sinking into her soul. He knew that she was experiencing the same overwhelming waves of desire that Luzzst had felt, the same need to serve and obey that had been instilled in every creature that had worn it before.

Lorn was still trapped in the body of a busty, submissive slut, but at least she wasn’t under Bargle’s direct control anymore. She looked at her saviours. She recognised Lew’Dass. The drow was a wanted villain and Lorn had hunted her for the hefty bounty on her head. But they knew her as Luzzst, someone she did not know.

Lew’Dass’s eyes were cold and calculating, yet there was a spark of something else in them. The white haired drow stepped closer, her hand trailing over the tattoos that adorned Lorn’s body. She spoke in a low, sultry voice that sent shivers down Lorn’s spine. “You’re not the first elf to end up in his collection,” she said, her eyes lingering on the piercings. Faelus watched, his expression unreadable, as Lew’Dass bent down to whisper into Lorn’s ear. “But don’t worry, we’re not here to save you because we care. Your mother, Matron Slozth, is very displeased by your failure. As is Llolth.”

Lorn’s eyes widened in surprise and fear. She had never felt the wrath of a matron mother, but she had seen it directed at others. The thought of facing that anger was almost too much to bear. And failing Llolth!

Bargle chuckled, aware that they were rescuing the wrong soul.

"Your mother is going to be so disappointed," Faelus said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But perhaps she'll find a use for you in your new Drider form."

Lorn's heart sank. The transformation into a spider-like creature was a fate worse than **** for any drow. It was a sign of Llolth's ultimate displeasure.

"Take her," Faelus said to Lew’Dass, gesturing to the trembling tiefling. "She's yours to do with as you wish."

Lew’Dass grinned, a chilling expression that sent a thrill of fear through the new Bargle. "I have some... ideas," she purred, her hand stroking the collar around the tiefling's neck.

The former wizard's eyes grew wide with horror as she took in the collar, the metal studs pressing into her delicate flesh. She wore the very thing she had used to control others. The irony was not lost on her.

Lew’Dass leaned in, her crimson eyes gleaming with a dark delight. "You will serve us now," she whispered, her breath hot against Bargle's ear. "You will be our little plaything, our whore, our servant. And you will love every moment of it."