Meanwhile

In the darkly twisting tunnels of the Mystaran Underdark that extended beneath Bargle’s tower, another adventurous group loitered stealthily in the shadows - a pair of dark elf lovers, Faelus Gy’Gantix, male weapon’s master of Sixth House Envar and Lew’Dass B’Toks female assassin of the same house.

Fealus Zintharen, drow weapons master.

Faelus was tall and slim with a scar over his left eye. His armour was lacquered black with intricate silver patterns that shimmered in the torchlight. His eyes were cold and focused, his thoughts sharp as a sword.

His lover, Lew’Dass, was shorter and more curvaceous, her movements silent and sure. Her skin was a deep black blue hue, almost invisible in the shadows. Her eyes gleamed red with a constant simmering anger. She hated Luzzst because the drow priestess was Faelus’ former lover. But she had a duty to preform to the matron mother.

Lew’Dass B’Toks female assassin

Lew’Dass, the female assassin, wore a skimpy outfit that clung to her voluptuous figure like a second skin. It was a dark, shimmering material that absorbed light, making her almost invisible in the unlit corridors of the tower. Her generous breasts were barely contained by a leather bra that pushed them upwards, creating an alluring spectacle. Her tight leather pants, outlined the tantalizing curves of her thighs and shapely buttocks. Her high heeled boots moved silently against the stone floor, making not a sound in the oppressive silence, accentuating the sway of her hips as she moved with predatory grace. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she surveyed the room, searching for any sign of her quarry.

Faelus, the sword master, couldn’t help but admire the view as he worked on the trapdoor mechanism. The sight of Lew’Dass’s curvy body only served to remind him of their tumultuous past. He had been the one to train her in the art of combat, and she had been the one to challenge him to bed her. They had fought together, bled together, and ultimately shared a bed. It was not love but passion they felt.

The pair had skilfully circumvented Bargle’s cleverly laid wards and traps in the underdark as they made their way upward into the towers lower levels. They were here to rescue Luzzst, second daughter of Sixth House Envar and high priestess of Llolth.

Faelus and Lew’Dass were under direct orders from matron mother Slozth. It was a stain on the name of Llolth that a mere human mage, Bargle the Infamous, had defeated and pressed a revered drow high priestess into slavery. This grievous crime against the spider Queen could not stand. Hence the matriarch herself had sent the two lovers to deal with Bargle and retrieve her lost daughter. And then Luzzst would need to explain her disgraceful defeat and ignominious enslavement to her mother, the cruel matron.

Faelus had used his magical Quill of Mapping to learn the complete layout of Bargle’s castle. He had also employed his Ring of Voyeur to inspect the interior of as many rooms as he could and find the enslaved Luzzst. The ring was a powerful magic item that allowed him to experience the five senses of those within 360 feet.

And that had been quite a salacious experience given the number of slavegirls Bargle kept in his stable - and how he kept them! Faelus had newfound respect for the depths of profligate debauchery and dastardly corruption to which the Infamous Bargle had descended. In fact the slavegirl’s submissive and constant sexual activities had been too much for the man’s male ego to accept. Fortunately he had Lew’Dass with him and she was more than happy to use his magical ring to experience the bondage and discipline of Bargle’s sexual thralls in order to reconnoitre the wizard’s lair.

With these items the two had hidden in a tightly confining subterranean oubliette and studied Bargle’s lair, mapping out the wizards’ defences. They knew where the magical wards were placed and the command words to bypass them. They had studied his habits and knew his routines. It was now or never.

The trapdoor opened and moved quickly and efficiently through the lower corridors, reaching an unguarded but warded door. But Faelus knew the command word to disarm it. He motioned to Lew’Dass, his deft signals in the silent drow hand communication, -Ready?- and she nodded, her hand on the hilt of her short sword.

The door opened into a chamber of sumptuous excess. It was clear that Bargle had a taste for the bizarre and the erotic. Red velvet cushions and silk sheets adorned the walls and floor. Above was a series of suspended cages, each holding a naked, human or Demi-human slavegirl being serviced by one of Bargle’s sex constructs, their bodies bent over or spread wide in various lewd poses of pleasure. Moans, gasps, and the scent of incense and sex was thick in the air.

Lew’Dass’s eyes darted around the chamber, her thoughts on the task at hand. In her eyes Luzzst was foolish, always eager to prove herself to Llolth. The priestess had always been cruel, selfish and calculatingly vindictive. But she had let herself be captured by Bargle. Now it was up to them to save her. The irony wasn’t lost on her. Here she was tasked with saving the very woman who had once warmed Faelus’s bed.

Faelus’s thoughts echoed hers. Luzzst had been a fiery lover, full of passion and ambition. Her cruel recklessness had driven him away, and now she was in the hands of a man who, like her, knew no mercy. He worked the next door’s mechanism with a silent fury, his mind racing with images of her suffering - suffering he should have administered! He would make Bargle pay for what he had done to her. The collar had to be removed.

Lew’Dass felt a twinge of something akin to pity for Luzzst. Despite her spiteful nature, she was still a drow and a priestess of Llolth. To be a plaything for a human was the ultimate humiliation. Her anger grew. The human would learn the cost of touching drow royalty.

As the next door swung open, they saw a staircase leading upwards into the tower. Faelus motioned for Lew’Dass to proceed. She stepped silently onto the stairs. Each step brought her closer to the room where they had seen Luzzst. The anticipation grew, a heady mix of anger, desire for **** and the thrill of the hunt.

They reached a landing and paused, listening for any sound of movement. Faelus could feel the residue of powerful spells that had been cast here recently. He knew they were close. He nodded to Lew’Dass, and they moved into the corridor, swords drawn, their movements silent as shadows.

The door to the chamber was closed and they could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure from within. Lew’Dass’s hand tightened on her sword hilt as she thought of her former rival, now reduced to a whimpering whore. She grinned at the pleasing thought as they slipped like shadows into the room.

There, on a plush velvet bed, lay Luzzst, her body arching with pleasure, her eyes glazed with need. Bargle, his bearded face a picture of malevolent satisfaction, loomed over her, driving his cock into her from behind with brutal ****.

Faelus fired his hand crossbow and a tiny dart stuck into the wizards neck. Bargle stiffened in paralysis and blinked, trapped in midthrust. Luzzst pouted and started to gently rock and roll her hips, her tight pussy sliding back and forth along his shaft as her heavy breasts swayed pendulously. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and her dark skin was hot and sweaty.

Faelus watched his former love for a moment, a strange mix of emotions passing through him. He felt disgust for her enslavement, anger at her failure, and a darker, more primal feeling that stirred in his loins. But now was not the time for sentiment. He strode over to the bed, sword drawn.

Lew’Dass took in the scene with cold calculation. Luzzst had always been so proud, so haughty. Now she was nothing but a plaything for this human scum. Her hand tightened on the sword, eager to mete out the vengeance of Llolth.

But as she stepped forward, Faelus’s hand shot out, stopping her.

“Wait,” he whispered. “We can’t just kill him. Not yet... there’s another way to deal with him. One that’s far more fitting for his crimes.”

Faelus reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a small vial filled with a glowing, pinkish liquid. It was a potion of transformation, a rare and powerful concoction that would alter a creature’s form permanently into a Tiefling sub-race called Oni, a sub-race bred as body slaves by the drow. He had kept it for a special occasion, and this seemed like the perfect time to use it.

He approached the paralyzed Bargle, the wizard’s eyes wide with fear and confusion. "You dare!" Bargle managed to croak out, his voice strained from the dart’s paralysis.

Faelus’s smile was cruel. "Oh, I dare," he whispered, and with a flick of his wrist, he unstoppered the potion and made Bargle drink it. The wizard’s eyes bulged as the liquid burned its way down his throat. The human’s eyes grew wide with shock and terror. His cock, still buried deep inside Luzzst, began to shrink and soften. His skin began to ripple and change, his features melting away into something... different as his beard fell out.

Bargle’s form shifted. His body grew much smaller and greener, his muscles and bulk receding to be replaced by the petite soft curves and delicate features of a female. His cock withdrew from Luzzst, now an erect little clit, and his balls receded into a smooth mound of flesh.

The magical transformation was complete, and Bargle was no more. In his place was a stunningly beautiful, naked, and utterly terrified woman. With horns. A tiny green skinned oni slavegirl.

Luzzst was disappointed by the sudden emptiness between her thighs. She looked back and saw the tiny tiefling and the two drow warriors.