...she finds herself in a predicament

Consciousness gradually returned. Teysa's mouth was dry and cottony. She licked her chapped lips and groaned. Her neck felt stiff; she tried to rub it and found her arm restrained. That jolted her fully awake. She found herself in darkness, with something hard pressing against her back. Her arms and legs were tied at the wrist and ankle and spread-eagled. She tugged experimentally at her bonds and found very little give in them. The material around her wrists felt like leather, but it was tight enough that she could not wiggle her hand through. From the feel of it, she was lying on a stone table; her skin was bare against the cold surface. She had been stripped naked.

Light filled her vision, so sudden and so bright that at first she was blinded. She squinted and blinked to try to adjust her vision. A dark shape gradually swam and resolved itself into a small, feminine figure standing in front of a tall red curtain. It shifted position and tinkled softly. Teysa gritted her teeth as the face became clear.

"Eel," she growled. "What are you doing?"

The Eel stood over her with a concerned expression. She wore a small tiara in addition to her customary array of bangles. Her breasts were bare, displaying the thick barbels that pierced the ebon flesh of her nipples and their dripping strings of pearls. She had traded out the stud piercings around them since Teysa had seen her last; now her breasts were heavily tattooed. A sinuous eel wound its way around her left nipple, disappearing under her breast and reappearing on top before looping across her chest and spiraling around her right breast. Its teeth were picked out in mother-of-pearl flakes that seemed to be embedded directly in her skin; they seemed poised to chomp down on her right nipple. She jutted out her chest and turned one way and the other. "You like it?" she asked with an air of genuine curiosity. "I've found the motht exthellent artitht. Thee took thome perthuading, of courthe, but thee workth for me now. I'm thure the'll work on you if you athk nithely."

Teysa felt anger welling up inside her. She **** it down. Losing her temper with this madwoman would only provoke her. Instead, she took a deep breath. "Eel," she began. "Milady. Why have you brought me here? We paid your tribute, didn't we? Have I offended you? If so, I beg your--" her words cut off in a hiss of pain as the Eel's fingernails dug into her right breast. There was fire in the drow's eyes now, a gleeful malice. Her nails were long and sharp and dug into Teysa's flesh like razors. The paladin bit her lip trying not to scream. Her breast was a ball of agony; she thought she would pass out. Finally the pressure abated. The Eel stepped back, Teysa's blood dripping from her nails. She lifted them to her mouth one by one and sucked delicately at her fingertips.

"You beg, do you? A little late for that, Teytha. I wanted jutht a little favor from you. Thith little." She held her thumb and forefinger apart by a fraction of an inch. "My offer wath generouth. And you thpurned me! You hurt my feelingth! Well, you don't get the thame offer twithe. But it'th ok. It turnth out there'th thomething elthe you have that I want."

She laid one hand on Teysa's stomach. Teysa flinched, ready for the nails again, but the Eel only rubbed gently in a slowly widening circle. Her many rings clinked softly and scraped across the taut, flat skin of Teysa's belly. "Thith ith a very thpecial belly, ithn't it, Teytha?" the Eel asked. She spoke affectionately, as though addressing a lover or favored pet. "Yeth, indeed. I'm very jealouth. You thee, I heard through the grapevine that the driderth have bred you." She poked one finger into Teysa's navel. "Yup. Filled you right up the brim with eggth. That mutht have been wonderful." She sighed, momentarily transported. "I've been with men, with women, with thingth you don't have wordth for. But never with a drider. I never thought I'd have the chanthe. I'm not about to vithit their vile little cave and thubject mythelf to their Queen or whatever thee callth herthelf. But you... you've brought me a very thpethial prethent." She stepped back and pulled at a hidden cord. The red curtain behind her dropped, and Teysa gasped.

El'keth stood before her, bound into a strange metal scaffolding. She had been blindfolded and gagged and her hands manacled behind her. Calipers extended from all sides like the spikes on an Iron Maiden. Each terminated in a metal ring, and her eight legs had been bound into them with chains. They **** her legs open, splayed apart as though she was rearing up and preparing to pounce. The underside of her abdomen was exposed, and Teysa found herself wanting to look away; it was an uncomfortably personal view. Tears glittered on El'keth's cheeks. When the curtain was pulled away, she twitched and shook her head from side to side.

"Look at my new toy!" the Eel exclaimed. She held her arms out as though presenting a piece of art for inspection. One hand ran over the gleaming steel of the framework. "It cotht me a pretty penny, too. But I knew that if I built it, thee would come. And behold! Thee hath! I'm going to make hithtory here. You thould be honored."

Shock and revulsion creased Teysa's features. "Eel, please," she begged. "Your quarrel is with me. Is Aliara here? And Jez'ria? Please, let them all go, El'keth too. I will stay if you want me to, but please..."

"Thilenthe," said the Eel, and slapped her across the face. She sounded bored. "Your lover ith my guetht, and unharmed. Ath for the big drider... I left her in the thtable. I have no uthe for her. Thee'th ithn't full of eggth, after all. But thith one..." she ran a finger down the side of El'keth's abdomen. The drider wriggled in her bonds, but they secured her tightly. "Thee ith very thpethial. The daughter of the Queen herthelf. That meanth that thee ith motht wonderfully fertile. And tho we have a little experiment to try." She stepped away from the table for a moment. Teysa could see that, aside from a pair of knee-high boots made of shiny black leather, the Eel was completely naked. More tattoos covered her buttocks; Teysa saw grinning demons, lions with fiery manes, and bright-eyed dragons. When she stepped back, she was carrying a small glass decanter sloshing with light blue liquid.

"Thith wath a prethent from a very good friend of mine. An alchemitht. You know my affinity for... chemical relaxation." The Eel covered her mouth with one hand and giggled. "I ethpethially adore formulath that thtimulate lutht. And he thwearth thith one will work even on driderth. Only one way to find out, eh?" She twisted open the decanter, then flourished a silk handkerchief and dipped it in the fluid within. Crossing the room to El'keth, she lifted up the handkerchief to the drider's nose. El'keth squirmed, then let out a low, guttural moan. "How ith it, thpider?" the Eel asked. "I'm a bit jealouth of you, too, but I have to keep a clear head for thith. Are you feeling anything? No? How about more?" She dunked the handkerchief again, then raised it and tucked it into the strap that held the gag in El'keth's mouth. The drider's struggles became more intense. The chains jangled as she thrashed against them, but they held her firmly in place.

Something was happening on her abdomen. The chitinous flesh rippled and bulged. A hairline crack appeared halfway down its length, split, and widened. Slowly, like a snake poking its head out of its den, a fleshy tube emerged. Teysa recognized it and her heart sank. El'keth's muffled grunts of anguish were growing louder. "MMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHH!" She threw her body from side to side, shaking the whole steel framework. "Yeth!" said the Eel. "Yeth! It'th working! Relax, thpider-girl, you're going to enjoy thith!" She ran around behind Teysa's head and leaned over her. The table Teysa was lying on lurched and then began to slide forward. It was on runners, she realized. It slid forward until Teysa was directly beneath El'keth. This close, she could smell a faint spice in the air. To her shame, she felt her thighs moistening. Her pulse quickened and her breath became shallow. The spicy scent filled her nostrils and brought with it strange, unwelcome thoughts. Her eyes were drawn to the ovipositor as if by magnets. She could feel her mouth filling with saliva.

The Eel could feel it too. She was panting, and not just from the exertion of pushing Teysa into place. "Yeth!" she breathed. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy thith. But firtht... a tetht run." She crossed over to the foot of the table and reached up. El'keth's ovipositor was fully extended now. A familiar greenish fluid beaded its tip. The Eel reached up and closed her fingers around it halfway along its length. Her dainty hands could not quite encircle it, but she pulled it down and positioned it at the entrance to Teysa's vagina. The tip brushed against Teysa's moist nether lips and she bit back a scream. Just that minor contact sent a thrill up her spine. She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching, spasming, begging. The Eel slid a finger between Teysa's labia. Her bulky rings rubbed against Teysa's sensitive inner walls as her probing fingertips searched for her most sensitive places. A full-body shiver shook the paladin from head to toe. Her brain buzzed and sparked as the gentle touch ignited her senses. The spicy scent filled her world now; she could taste it on her tongue, could feel it settling into her pores. The Eel withdrew her finger, then gripped El'keth's ovipositor and plunged it into Teysa's hungry cunt.

Teysa screamed. She couldn't help it; it was a primal howl of release. The yawning emptiness inside her was suddenly filled, and more; though it was small compared to the Matron's, El'keth's ovipositor still stretched her tight passage to its limit. Teysa could feel every bump and ridge on its surface. She bucked her hips and drove another inch or two inside herself. As it slid past her lips, the rough surface of the ovipositor grazed her clit and sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling across her body. It pressed against her inner walls in every direction at once. El'keth let out a muffled shriek, and to Teysa's ear it sounded like a surrender to unimaginable pleasure. The ovipositor twitched inside her and released a torrent of fluid. Some of it spurted out in thick gouts around the tight seal of her pussy; the rest surged deeper inside her. She could feel it coating her inner walls and setting them to tingle. The Eel yanked back and six inches of thick, slimy flesh pulled themselves free from Teysa's sopping-wet pussy. She cried out in frustration at the sudden hollow feeling, and the Eel obliged her with another pump of her arm. This time she buried the tube even deeper in Teysa's cunny; what looked like a forearm's worth of slippery, lubed-up ovipositor disappeared into the gaping, dripping cave, which swallowed it greedily. Teysa could see her skin tenting and bulging around the ovipositor. She imagined she could feel her organs being shoved out of the way to accommodate its passage. None of that worried her. Wreck me, she thought. Ruin me. Please, please, I need more!

As if reading her mind, the Eel adjusted her grip on the ovipositor and **** it deeper still. A manic grin lit up her features as she worked it in and out like a living dildo. El'keth's legs rattled in their chains. She had ceased to scream, and a thin stream of drool ran from the corner of her mouth. Occasionally she would twitch, as though in the grip of a dream. Teysa, meanwhile, was in heaven. Her world had shrunk to the insistent demands of her clit and the massive, bulbous tube currently spelunking in her guts. As it moved it stretched and deformed her belly. Its tip hammered against her cervix like a fist. She wanted it deeper, deeper, she wanted to feel that good pain as it penetrated her deepest sanctum, but despite her stubborn efforts she could not will her womb to open to it. Each new thrust knocked the wind out of her, and she gasped frantically for breath. Every so often, the ovipositor would once again fire off thick blasts of green goo, which leaked from her gaping quim and puddled beneath her ass. She could feel her orgasm approaching, and almost cried out in frustration. Why? Why couldn't she take any more of this beautiful ovipositor? Why couldn't it go deeper?

The Eel, meanwhile, wore a rapturous expression. She was breathing hard as well. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, causing the strings of pearls that dangled from her pierced nipples to tinkle like little bells. Her eel tattoo seemed to convulse, its mother-of-pearl jaws chomping ferociously at her nipple. She reached her free hand down to Teysa's clit and pinched it, first gently, then harder. Teysa whimpered, but whether she was begging for respite or for more, even she didn't know. The Eel seemed to take it as the latter. She twisted the little nub, not ferociously but with a steady and unyielding pressure. Something ignited inside Teysa; she felt it racing up her spine like a burning fuse. She braced herself for the impact, but nothing could have prepared her for the explosion of pleasure that wracked her brain. It felt as though a new sun had risen inside her head. She quaked feverishly in her restraints. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably; her fingers clamped into fists so tight that her nails left crescent imprints in her palm, her toes curled, her legs beat a frenzied tattoo against the table. All thought ceased, burnt to a crisp in the fiery deluge. An animal howl tore itself free from her lips. "AAAWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Even after the sound had died away, it seemed to go on and on in her head. The Eel cackled like a loon and redoubled her efforts. Every inch of Teysa's body from her navel to her thighs seemed ultra-sensitive. The lightest touch set her off again, and the Eel's touch was anything but light. Her hands were everywhere; stroking Teysa's labia, squeezing her thigh, cupping her mound, playing with her clit, even exploring the soft and **** pucker of her ass. A series of rippling crescendoes shook Teysa from head to toe as the Eel's relentless hands roamed her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed; she was drowning, her whole body aflame. At last the Eel's attention abated. She stepped back, breathing hard, and dropped the ovipositor. It sagged slightly, pulling an inch or two free and eliciting another gasp from Teysa.

"Hmmm..." said the Eel, and tapped her chin thoughtfully with one finger. "You thertainly theem to be enjoying yourthelf, but no eggth yet." She looked up at El'keth, who was also visibly out of breath. "You. Thpider. What giveth? Ith there thome muthle you need to be flexing?" She peered at the ovipositor. "Do I jutht thqueeze them out mythelf?"

She gripped the ovipositor two handed, one hand near where it disappeared into Teysa's quim, one higher up. Near where the ovipositor connected with El'keth's body, there was a faint bulge. The Eel squeezed just above it. El'keth squealed behind her gag and the bulge traveled a couple of inches down the tube. Teysa felt a small amount of liquid squirt into her. She was too tired to react; she lay there panting as the Eel squeezed again. This time, the ripple traveled the length of the ovipositor; Teysa could feel it twitch inside her. Encouraged, the drow squeezed again and again. Each squeeze drew the bulge a little farther down and depositor a little more goo inside Teysa's stretched tunnel.

When the Eel released her grip, the ovipositor rippled along its length all by itself. The eggs inside surged forward a few inches, then stopped. There was a pause, and then another surge. Teysa's eyes fixed on the bulges as they crawled slowly towards her. Despite her utter exhaustion, she found her heart beating faster. A thrill of anticipation ran up her spine. Her thoughts were sluggish, confused, but she knew what those bulges represented. Blood surged to her loins and she felt herself growing wet once more.

"Good job!" said the Eel, and patted El'keth's abdomen. "I knew you'd get it. Thqueethe thothe beautieth out for me. You can do it!" She stroked the ovipositor along its length. Her fingers came away frothy with slime; a mixture of the green goo and Teysa's own excretions. The Eel raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue darted out across her lips. "Delithiouth. An unexpected bonuth!"

The first egg had nearly reached Teysa's entrance now. One more ripple, and she felt it pressing against her pussy lips. Another contraction pushed along the ovipositor's length, but it was weak, far weaker than the Matron's had been. Despite the thorough stretching that she had already undergone, she was still too tight for this egg.

The other eggs were piling up behind the first, and El'keth let out a frustrated groan. Teysa tried to help, to push her hips against the tube, but she was so weak that she could barely lift her body off the table. The Eel looked down at her and tsked. She grabbed the ovipositor with both hands behind the lead bulge and squeezed. Teysa gritted her teeth as she felt the pressure building. Little by little, the egg slid deeper inside her. Her lips bulged and stretched around it, and her pubic mound tented outward, but soon the egg was wholly inside her channel. It popped free from the tip of the ovipositor, which was resting a few inches inside her. She grimaced in frustration. It had come so close, but her womb was still out of reach. She remembered the full feeling of being stuffed with the Matron's eggs, and in her current state, yearned for it to return. This was a pale imitation of that glorious fullness. Yet she could feel her pulse quickening and the blood flowing to her loins.

The Eel was already squeezing out the second egg. It joined its fellow with a wet plop. She rested her hand on the bulging pink hillock between Teysa's navel and her furrow. With a gentle tug, she pulled the ovipositor free; a torrent of slime followed it. It dangled free from El'keth's abdomen and dripped a steady stream of fluid onto the ground. Teysa could see the eggs still left inside of it. What little of the drider's face that could be seen between the gag and the blindfold was twisted in an expression of frustrated longing.

The Eel inspected Teysa's pussy for a moment. She parted its lips with one hand, then beaked her fingers and pushed them inside. Teysa could feel the drow's rings scraping against her insides, but the passage of the ovipositor and two eggs had left her limber enough to accept the invading hand without pain. The Eel's fingers closed around one of the eggs and she began to withdraw her hand. It caught at Teysa's entrance for just a moment, and there was a brief flash of pain as her body stretched to allow it passage. Then the Eel was cradling the egg in her hand like a gemstone.

Teysa had never seen a drider egg loose before. Its surface was glossy, pale green, threaded with dark blue veins. It glittered like a gemstone. She could see that its surface was somewhat yielding; the Eel's fingers dimpled it as she turned it this way and that. The drow spread her legs apart, squatted down, and braced herself against the steel framework of El'keth's prison. She lowered the arm holding the egg out of sight, then jerked it back up. Her eyes crossed for a moment and her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth. She grunted with satisfaction and then stood. Teysa could see a raised bump around the drow’s waist. The Eel stroked her fingers across it with an admiring smile. “Ahhhhh,” she sighed. “It doeth feel good. Tho... full.” She turned to El’keth and rubbed one leg up and down. “My dear, thith ith the thtart of a beautiful relathionthip. You’ll love being my pet.” She reached up to tweak one large, full breast. “We’ll have to get you thome pierthingth, though.”

Teysa lay on her back and fought for breath. She could feel El’keth’s egg inside her. It was not anchored, and shifted as she moved. Her skin was sheened with sweat and its sour odor crowded out even the lingering hint of spice. As her head cleared, shame and misery rushed back. She turned away from the Eel so the drow wouldn’t see her cry.

“Never fear, Teytha,” the drow said. “I’ll thare the bounty with you. With your little girlfriend, too. Eggth enough for everyone. You know I treat my petth well.”