That Elven bitch has killed nearly ALL the bandits, the Guildmaster thought, trying his best not to show the annoyance he felt on his face. The Guild Hall was full, after all, and he couldn’t let any of them begin to suspect how he felt about its female members.
She’s taking every damn mission to kill bandits and clearing them out. These adventurers had scoffed at first when she arrived. They’d heard of ‘Bandit Slayer Sera’ but were not impressed by the small, pretty Elve claiming to be her. She’d long ago killed enough bandits on her own for them to start using the name. It’s sickening the way they’ve fallen under her spell. Just look at her over there, a simple level six fighter being fawned over by parties with members ranked more than twice her level.
He watched the attractive, slender Elven woman jump up onto a table, her beautiful dusty blond hair flying dramatically through the air as she pantomimed thrusting a sword into someone then spinning around and pretending to be the person she’d impaled. A moment later she fell to the table with a theatric thud.
The crowd gathered around her erupted into cheers, laughing and raising their mugs of ale and glasses of wine. “To Bandit Slayer Sera!”
“The mightiest bandit slayer this land has ever seen,” someone shouted, the crowd agreeing with them.
A gruff Dwarven Fighter known for his open hostility to all things Elven raised his mug and proclaimed, “And she does it all on her own, no party for this lass.”
“Well, I don’t NEED anyone else,” Sera declared as she got off the table. “Not when one is as skilled as I am.” The crowd of adventurers murmured agreement. With as many quests as she’d completed alone, her skill was undeniable.
She’s charming, the Guildmaster thought as he watched her. Too damn charming. Can’t they see the way the ego-inflated bitch is only giving them what they want so they’ll adore her? She’s using them to build the legend of ‘Bandit Slayer Sera’ for a reason, they are just too enchanted to see or care about it.
“And one of the most attractive women this old adventurer has ever seen,” an older Wizard proclaimed drunkenly.
The crowd cheered loudest to that, a Bard stepping forward and beginning to sing a song about Sera’s “deadly” beauty. It was full of innuendo and sly metaphors about how fuckable the beautiful and fierce Elven Fighter was.
It sickens me the way all those men, and even some of the women, fawn over that bitch’s beauty, the Guildmaster thought as he watched. They’d still be impressed with her accomplishments if she wasn’t so pretty, but they wouldn’t fuss over her the way they do. And the fact she’s never so much as acknowledged any of their advances, like sexual desire isn’t something she can see, only drives them all the wilder.
The Guildmaster knew that an Elve, and a Common Elve like her with her diluted Elven blood, seeming to be unaware of their beauty and oblivious to all things sexual wasn’t a rarity. Elves tended to view sexuality differently than most races, ignoring and even suppressing that aspect of themselves to pursue “greater” interests.
They all know that, but they look at the way she dresses and think she’s not one of THOSE Elves. Those tight leather pants, the sexy top that leaves those perfectly shaped little Elven tits pressed up and on display. The saucy way she moves her hips when she walks, drawing attention to that perfectly shaped callipygian Elven ass on that thin, fit body. It looks like she’s TRYING to drive them crazy, like she wants the sexual attention.
At first the Guildmaster had thought they were right about Sera. When one watched her it seemed as though she was one of those vilest of women that used their beauty and the implied, but never actually spoken, promise of sex to get not just attention but any little thing the manipulative bitches wanted. Acting like they’d put out like a whore but keeping their twat locked tighter than Dwarven miser’s treasure vault.
The Guildmaster knew now that he was wrong. He’d done some digging into the Elve’s history, used a mix of coin and free booze to loosen the lips of people who knew about her past. Some were locals she’d grown close to and shared pieces of her history. Others were travelers, bringing the growing legend of Bandt Slayer Sera’s exploits with them. The story he’d eventually pieced together did much to explain who and why Sera was the woman she was.
She’d spent most of her life in an Elven city, one where Elves tried to keep their society separate from those of the other races. From birth the Elves around her had always treated her differently, treated her as less than they were. The reason why they did so was something she’d known from a very young age: her Elven blood was diluted heavily with Human blood.
The pure-blooded High Elves of her home barely tolerated a Common Elve living amongst them. She saw others like her forced out of the community multiple times but as much as she was treated like a second-class citizen there was never anything that would suggest they would ever force her in that way, no matter what wrong she might commit. They seemed determined to keep her amongst them, doing so out of great obligation she’d not understood.
When she’d discovered the reason it had changed her.
She’d always assumed her mother had somehow fallen in love with a lowly Human and hated her for the weakness. It had left them estranged and she’d only interacted with the woman a handful of times once she was an adult and living on her own. Sera was ashamed of what she was and ashamed of her mother’s weakness. Her mother HAD been weak, but not in the way she’d thought.
The truth was much darker than what she’d imagined. Her mother, having decided to leave their home and travel the world as an adventurer to bring good to it, had been captured by Human bandits who had forced themselves upon her. Whether she’d escaped or been rescued Sera had never found out, she only knew her mother had returned to their homeland, pregnant with her. Everyone in the community pitied her mother, but the pity felt for her was nothing compared to what they felt for Sera.
After discovering the truth Sera had been filled with righteous anger. She decided to leave her community to point the anger away from her people and at something she felt more worthy of her wrath: bandits. But all in her life told her not to do it, even refusing to help train her. That had only angered her more and she’d proclaimed she’d leave her people behind and find training as she began her one-woman war against all bandits.
Her mother had come to her just before leaving. She’d begged Sera to stay, that she was too much like her and not strong enough for what was out there. She told Sera she would not find the peace she searched for out there with hatred and anger in her heart. That the only thing she would find was a fate worse than the one she’d met while out in the “outside” world.
Even more disgusted, Sera had left her mother behind. Her final words to the woman were a declaration that she wasn’t and would never be anything like her. Once away from her people she’d learned swordcraft by becoming an adventurer. Once she had some skill she’d joined the Adventurers’ Guild and began taking only quests to slay bandits.
At first overly cautious and only working with others for safety. but Sera quickly discovered she was a naturally skilled swordswoman, her diluted Elven blood helping her move with quick ease and grace that caught even seasoned fighters off guard. She’d taken advantage of her natural talents, learning how to fight fast and smart, using her speed and agility in place of the brute strength most Fighters relied on.
She crafted an appearance that made opponents underestimate her. She wore no armor and kept little gear with her, not even wearing a traveling pack when adventuring. A bandit spotting her walking down a secluded road would see her and think she was at best a naive and near-helpless level one fighter.
It was all a ruse, a ploy she knew would draw bandits out. She’d trick them into thinking she was easy prey, a target so weak they’d not even bother ambushing her. And that sexy body on display would ensure they wanted to take her alive so they could do to her what they’d done to her mother. Then, once they were in close and distracted by her sexy body, she’d strike.
By the time word of what the simple, sexy-looking Elven traveler was capable of could spread few bandits would be left in the area. Then she’d move on, heading to a new land where she was unknown to the local bandits and begin again.
And she’s almost ready to move on. Just one bandit crew left in the area, one last quest she needs to complete. My last chance to rid the world of this female adventurer before she’s out of my reach.
He’d have hated Sera even if she wasn’t a woman. Killing ALL the bandits in an area was not as admirable of a task as most thought. The quests to hunt them down was a mainstay of the Guild of Adventurers, a good low-level challenge that helped lower-level parties, who had not yet mastered the kind of magic needed to take on greater threats, to gain experience against a more mundane threat.
If Sera had been a man killing so many bandits he’d hated her, but he’d have had no desire to see her career come to an end. But as a woman? Her very existence as an adventurer was an affront to everything he thought decent and proper.
The Guildmaster had been plotting for weeks for a way to deal with the woman. Her fame and experience made it so sending her off on a quest she was too low level for nearly impossible, at least that’s what he’d thought. Then he’d realized how limited her experience was. That was something he could use.
Perhaps a mix-up in quests. Yes, a simple mistake any overworked Guildmaster could make. So many quests to track, even one as seasoned as me could accidentally send an adventurer to the wrong location.
No, he thought, too risky. She’s too famous. People will ask questions if she meets her doom. Can’t be a mix-up… or can it? What if it was more subtle? Sent unknowingly on a quest she is not prepared to handle yet somehow ends up in the clutches of the bandits she so hates?
They’d be sure to spread the tale of her defeat which would be something that, although disappointing to those that idolize her, would be accepted. They’d quickly forget her and move on with their lives, no longer interested her even enough to go and rescue her. Why would they? Oh, they idolize her, but none love her. How could they when she’s spent so much time teasing and leading them on?
I’ve plenty of quests that will leave the bitch defeated and broken but allow her to escape with her life. But how to ensure that the last group of bandits is in the right place at the right time to find her? When the Guildmaster finally thought of the answer he felt stupid he’d not thought of it sooner. I’ll simply let them know, tell them where to be.
He had no direct contact with such men, but he was close to men who did. The network of monster farmers he’d been working with needed women to breed their nasty creatures. Through necessity they would know the bandits as they would be one of the few ways they could buy women in a land where slavery was not legal. He’d earned a lot of goodwill with those farmers, and plenty of coin on the side, funneling them naive and inexperienced young female adventurers.
If he asked for a message to be delivered to the bandits promptly it would be done. Perhaps he’d do more than that. Oh, he’d never ally himself with such men as bandits, but an unspoken alliance carried out through intermediaries when it was advantageous to him? That was not so wrong…
Oh yes, so lovely when a plan begins to come together. I’ll ensure they find her when she’s defeated and helpless. I’ve so many options to choose from. Must be something special, something that she’ll be unprepared for. Something that will truly destroy her spirit with what it will do to her.
* * *
One group of bandits left, Sera thought as she strolled along the road. One group left and this area will be cleared of them. One last slaughter and the world will be one step closer to being rid of their kind.
When Sera had begun her journey she’d not thought ridding the world of bandits possible, she’d simply wished to kill till the rage filling her was abated. She’d half expected to die before long but had discovered fighting, and killing, a far easier task than she’d thought it would be. Then she’d thought her meticulous slaughter of bandits would sate the rage she felt and that once sated she’d find the peace to return to her home.
When she saw how with her own eyes how vile the bandits were, ESPECIALLY what some did to women, the desire to return home died. How could she stop till every single one of these monsters was slain? And they WERE monsters, she’d seen that. Seen how they prayed on the weak, taking not just what they wanted but more. And the things they did to women? Her mind ALWAYS returned to that. She’d decided early on she’d go until there were no more left to kill, even if that meant killing bandits for the entirety of her potentially centuries-long life.
Each success had left her more confident, and as that confidence swelled so did her ambitions. She began to think there was a chance this mad quest fueled by cold rage wasn’t as impossible as it once seemed. She had the skills to accomplish it and with each group she slaughtered her experience only grew. As long as she played it smart, kept her focus on a single kind of foe, why couldn’t she rid the world of that threat?
One group left, she thought again. One group whose gone into hiding from me. I’d almost decided to leave the area for a while, come back in a few months when their guard was down. Then that kind Guildmaster had offered me this quest. Someone had located the vile criminal’s camp, informed him they were hiding there till I was gone. This person offered a substantial sum to put an end to the last bandits in the area, a small fortune that will more than finance my travels to a new area.
At first she’d been a bit apprehensive. This final group of bandits was smarter than the rest, they had to be if they’d so far escaped her wrath and decided to hide from her. Of course, even if hiding they’d be on their guard, prepared for her to find them.
She’d almost refused the quest, but the Guildmaster had suggested something so obvious she almost hit herself for not thinking of it on her own. The Guildmaster would throw a party for her at the Guild Hall, a farewell party where it would be made known she was leaving for new lands the following day. Everyone would say their goodbyes and before long word would reach the bandits she was gone.
Sera had still been apprehensive. She’d come as far as she had by being cautious. These bandits were smart, they’d remain in hiding for a time even after they found out she left. That was when the Guildmaster shared something he knew about where they’d built their camp. There was a cave that would lead into their camp, one they didn’t realize had more than one entry.
With the aid of surprise I can slaughter the lot of them before they even know I’m there, ambush the bastards in their own camp. And even if they will still be hiding just in case I return they won’t truly be expecting me!
Before she’d gotten too excited she’d remembered what kind of things lurked in dark caves. Skilled as she was at slaughtering bandits she had almost no experience fighting monsters. She didn’t even know what kind could be occupying a dark cave, only that it was the kind of place monsters she’d be useless against in a fight would tend to populate. After expressing her concerns the Guildmaster explained WHY he knew about the cave then, that not long ago there had been a quest to clear it of monsters.
It was settled then. Another perfect plan! She’d had the party, enduring the endless stream of advances as nearly every other adventurer in the hall made one last attempt to bed her. She’d turned them all down, acting in most cases as she didn’t even know what they had been after.
It had angered so many of them, she remembered. Half of them had only liked me so much because they wanted so badly to bed me. When I return to town I’ll find few friends left and I’ll lose the rest when they discover the lavish going away party was but a ruse they played an unwitting part of. But oh well, once I’ve finished this quest I’ll have my coin and truly be able to leave this place behind.
The morning after the party she’d said a few more dishonest goodbyes then left the town, turning off to hide in the wilds once she was sure no one had followed her. She remained hidden there for the two full days the Guildmaster had suggested then began her way to the cave.
She’d found herself oddly nervous as she was preparing to walk into unfamiliar territory. But it was more than that, she felt a premonition that she was somehow walking into danger she was not prepared for. She’d pushed the feelings to the side. Sera had not yet failed and was confident that wasn’t about to change, especially with a plan that was so perfect.
The entrance to the cave was foreboding, the darkness within looking like the kind of place she expected monsters to live. Staring into that inky emptiness, watching it swallow the light, her heart pounded. She’d not felt fear like this for some time and it was unnerving her.
It’s just a cave. Maybe it was filled with monsters once but it’s not anymore. The Guildmaster assured me it was cleared and explained it was much too soon for even the smallest of creatures to have moved back into it. There isn’t any reason he’d be wrong, not with his years of experience. And what possible reason could he have to lie?
Her nerves calmed and she readied herself.
Sera pulled out a leather headband she’d purchased just for this event. There was a black-clothed tied tightly around the front that, when removed from the headband, revealed a chunk of semi-transparent orange ore held in place by the headband. As it was revealed it began to light up, the chunk of emberstone reacting to the air. She put the headband on, the emberstone becoming as bright as a lantern to light her way through the dark cave.
With no dangers expected Sera didn’t bother drawing her sword. She concentrated on the ground, intent on not tripping as she made her way through the cave that would have been pitch black if not for the beam of light shining from her forehead.
As she went deeper into the cave the sense of foreboding dread she’d been feeling began to return. She excused it away as a reaction to traversing the unfamiliar terrain of a dark cavern and ignored the growing impulse to draw her sword, certain there was no danger and annoyed at her sudden lack of nerves. Even when a strange, musky smell began filling the cave did she refuse to heed the sense of danger she was feeling.
It wasn’t until she heard faint noises that she stopped and put her hand on her weapon. The smell was stronger where she stood, so powerful she found herself placing the hand that wasn’t on her sword handle over her mouth. The odor was like none she’d ever smelt before, thick and rank with a strong hint of maleness that made her very uncomfortable.
Sera searched the ground, looking for a sign of what had caused the sounds that had stopped her. She also searched for signs that this place had once been the lair of some foul-smelling monster, knowing it would explain the odor and put her mind at ease.
Another sound and she gripped the sword handle tightly, partially sliding the weapon free from its scabbard. She whirled, looking in the direction of yet another faint clattering. She’d thought it sounded like pebbles being kicked by a small creature. She drew her sword further, her body tensing.
The only thing keeping her from drawing her weapon all the way was the fear that all she was hearing was the scrabbling of a harmless rodent. She’d feel silly and slightly shamed should she have been afraid of something so harmless.
Eyes still on the ground, she slowly searched. A small rock clattered into sight, rolling towards her. She tried to see where it had come from and realized it had fallen from above. Chuckling to herself, she slid her sword back into its scabbard and looked up, expecting to see a bat roosting above.
It wasn’t a bat.
The undulating mass of fleshy appendages revealed by her light when she looked up was like nothing she’d ever seen. It clung to the ceiling above her, fleshy tentacles hanging down in a manner that would have left it easily mistaken for a mass of harmless stalactite.
Many of the fleshy appendages were reaching for her and as soon as she’d looked up and saw them their careful, slow, and quiet reach for her ended. They shot through the air, tentacles grabbing her wrists and legs and wrapping tightly around them.
Sera screamed, the wail of surprised terror echoing around her as she thrashed to break free of the thing’s grasp. She also tried to draw her weapon, having a moment of hope as it came free from its scabbard only to have the hope die as the monster grabbed the blade and ripped it from her hand, tossing it into the far darkness of the cave.
As she thrashed about, screaming and grunting, she realized just how strong the disgusting, slimy appendages grabbing hold of her were. They were not just keeping her limbs stretched out so she was unable to break free but lifting her into the air as well.
Once off the ground any real chance of escaping was gone and Sera knew it. That didn’t stop her from thrashing and struggling and screaming. She only began to calm when the slimy vile thing stopped raising her towards its writhing mass and pulled her limbs out tight. She’d grunted in pain and finally stopped fighting when she realized it wasn’t trying to rip her arms and legs off.
She took those first few moments of relative calm to look at the thing she was ensnared in the grasp of. Till then she’d been trashing about too wildly, the emberstone lantern on her head swinging wildly from side to side and ensuring the already confusing mass of tentacles was an even more visually impenetrable mix of flashing shadows.
As she stared up at it she couldn’t decide whether this was one creature hanging from the ceiling or many so close together they looked to be one. There were just too many of the tentacles and they were always in movement, leaving what clung to the ceiling looking like a wiggling mass of naked flesh.
The tentacles that had hold of her, or those that were hanging in the air nearby, were of varying lengths and thickness with many of them looking more like extended tubes of fleshy lumps. It was the narrower ones with the more uniform girth that moved towards her and didn’t just hang down, wiggling about.
Their skin repulsed her. It glistened in the emberstone light, shiny and often covered in thick slime that oozed and dripped off it. She could only see the ooze on those parts nearest to her, leaving her with the impression the things were exuding the slime in response to her presence.
Her mind kept coming back to the way their skin looked. The pinkish-red flesh reminded her of something, something that left her intensely uncomfortable and disturbed. Only once she was managing to suppress some of her panic did her mind clear enough for her to begin placing what it reminded her of.
The skin was smooth and seemed thin, looking as though it would be highly sensitive to touch. It was covered in gross, disturbing red veins that pulsed. The skin… the veins… it reminded her of something. When she finally realized the flesh reminded her of an animal’s penis she roared in disgust and began thrashing about again, so offended by the thing’s maleness that she felt willing to do anything to be rid of its touch.
Her useless thrashing and wiggling annoyed the monster. It reached down and coiled a tentacle around her neck. This only made her thrash and struggle more, so it constricted the appendage wrapped around her neck. The more she fought the tighter it got till she was rasping, desperate for even a small breath of air.
Only when she began to see stars and her eyes started to roll up into her head did it release its grip enough to let her breathe. She’d gone limp as she’d begun to pass out and remained so even as she took in deep, desperate gasps of air. She stayed conscious but was thoroughly dazed, unable to do more than breathe heavily as she tried to recover.
Subdued, more tentacles began reaching down towards her. These did not wrap around her limbs, instead, they began wiggling and pressing their way into her clothing, curling up and pulling or ripping it off.
“N-no,” she gasped, the grip on her neck still tight enough to make breathing a slight struggle. “W-why… please… my clothing… don’t…” Her voice was hoarse and faint, a pathetic whimper that she didn’t at first recognize as her voice. When she did realize it was her the sound of it filled her with shame. She’d never imagined she could sound so… weak and helpless.
She was so distraught by the sound that she was barely aware of what the creature was doing. Once it slipped her boots off, leaving the headband with the emberstone in it the only piece of clothing left on her, did she shake off the fugue state hearing her voice had put her in.
The tentacle wrapped around her neck released her, unraveling then pulling away. She lifted her head, looking at her body and realizing just how naked she was. Her heart pounded as she stared, shocked by seeing her perfect Elven body on display this way. She’d learned to use the sexual appeal others felt for her body as a weapon but has not so much as let a single eye fall upon more than a flash of cleavage or midriff since leaving her homeland.
It was then that she became aware of the odd, warming sensation spreading into her body where the tentacles had hold of her. She wiggled slightly, groaning as she attempted to adjust her body to lessen the sensation. But that did nothing to alleviate it the slight friction of her limbs rubbing up against the slimy surface of the creature’s limbs intensified the heat.
The slime! It’s the slime, isn’t it? That’s why I haven’t felt this till now, it wasn’t getting on me till my clothes were removed.
Lifting her head again, she tried to point her light where a tentacle was wrapped around her so she could get a better look at the stuff. Looking at it with steadier calmness she saw it was less slimy than she’d first thought. The white coloration and the oozing texture, liquid but thick and viscus at the same time. Another sense of disturbing familiarness to it, a coarse offensive familiarity of something she’d not seen since leaving her homeland…
“No,” she gasped, flinching at the sound of her meager, rasping voice. “No, it’s not. It can’t be.” She stared, confirming it seemed to be coming from the thing’s flesh. It was a thick sticky sweat that built up and oozed off its perverse dick-like skin. “Ew,” she moaned, accepting that it looked like semen.
The revulsion she felt made her want to crawl out of her skin. Realizing her skin heated in a disturbingly pleasurable way with even the slightest movement, she forced herself to remain still. She forced herself to look away as well, pointing her gaze, and her light, upwards to avoid the unwholesome sight.
She regretted her choice as soon as her mind processed what she saw. The thing’s skin was no longer just exuding the cum-like substance where it was near her. The entire thing had the foul stuff seeping from it, and in such great quantities it was beginning to drip shower down. Just as she looked up a huge stringy glob fell free, dropping straight to her face.
Sera tried to twist away, slamming her mouth closed to ensure none fell into it. All she managed was to turn so the huge drop of semen-like slime splattered thickly onto one of her cheeks. Unable even to reach up and wipe it free the helpless disgusted Elven warrior went limp, letting her head fall back. She let out a long, low moan of despair and revulsion.
The thing shivered, displeased by the sound of her wail. She looked up, afraid of its response. A new tentacle pushed its way free of the mass on the ceiling, extending quickly towards her. The tip of it shocked Sera, its appearance so unthinkably indecent she nearly didn’t react to it.
A dick. It looks like a dick. The shape of the head. It’s a dick. It couldn’t be anything else. How? Why?
Accepting what she saw was real she was finally able to react. She did so by opening her mouth and preparing to scream, but before she could the thing reached her.
It rammed itself into her open maw, slamming into the back of her mouth and making her gag instead of scream. She started to bite down on it but the moment she did a tentacle was wrapped around her neck again, squeezing in a way that left her trying to gasp for air with her mouth wide open. Once her mouth was open it stopped, the message clear.
She was able to prevent herself from biting down but not from continuing to gag. The thing in her mouth had grown thick and firm as it started thrusting in and almost out of her mouth once it felt safe. As it did its surface began exuding the cum-like substance. The vile taste, even more like the taste of a man’s seed than she’d expected, made her gag as did the way it kept pushing in till it hit the back of her throat made her gag.
It responded to her gags by thrusting faster and harder into her mouth, her sounds of disgust and discomfort exciting it. It became undeniable that it felt like the thing was fucking her mouth, a violation so unimagined she had no way of processing it, leading to Sera sinking into another fugue state.
She woke from the mental paralysis when the cock-tentacle thrusting into her mouth convulsed then ejaculated a huge load of something. It “came” so hard that much of the goo was forced down her throat. She reacted on impulse, trying to vomit the stuff back up but the cock-tentacle remained in her mouth, swelling slightly to seal her mouth closed. She only managed to choke some of it back into her mouth where, unable to escape, it remained.
The slight tightening of the tentacle around her neck sent a clear message, it wanted her to swallow it. At first she refused, the only act of defiance she felt capable of at the moment. But as the moments stretched on, each intense beat of her heart feeling like an hour, she began to savor the potent taste.
It very much tasted like cum, but there was a sickly sweetness to it that brought along a dizzy high she found herself wanting more of. She needed to relish the flavor of the things cum…
Then the cock-tentacle in her mouth pressed in, swelling in a way that forced some of the cum back down her throat. The dizzy high she had been feeling intensified, leaving her desperate for more. She began swallowing it down in big greedy gulps.
The cock-tentacle deflated, going soft in her mouth as it began to pull away. When it fell free from her mouth and began retracting back into the mass above, flopping like a limp dick, she whimpered and moaned after it. “Please,” she begged, nearly in tears, “more. I need more!” She strained against the tentacles holding her, pushing her hips up in an indecent way that left her painfully aware of how much of the cum-slime had dripped onto her.
Sera was disgusted. Disgusted by the mass of cock-tentacles. Disgusted by it stripping her then smothering and dripping the cum oozing from its body all over her. Disgusted it had fucked her mouth and that she’d let it. Disgusted it had cum in her and even more disgusted that she’d so greedily swallowed every drop.
But most of all she was disgusted by the voice of the woman begging this creature to give her more cum. Who was this woman? Where had this pathetic creature, sounding like a Charillian Vapor addict, come from? How had someone as valiant and smart and skilled and driven as her changed so much in such a short time?
Her thoughts were disturbed by a sudden plunge downwards. For a moment she thought the thing, having cum in her, was done with her and had dropped her, discarding her like a used cumrag. But a moment later her fall ended with a slight bounce that made some of the cum-slime oozing on her body fly off, leaving her hanging upside down.
The creature still had a tight hold of her, only it had repositioned her body and begun pulling her legs open further. She looked up, the emberstone light shining between her small, cum-slime covered perfectly shaped breasts and saw more of the cock-tipped tentacles reaching down towards her. More than she could count, and many varying in size, each of the mass growing stiffer and more erect as it neared her.
Her eyes opened wide and her face twisted in horror as her legs were spread further open, leaving her womanhood pointed up at the coming cock-swarm. She was so overwhelmed with fear and revulsion she was unable to scream. All that came out of her terror-twisted mouth was a helpless gurgle of utter despair.
The first cock-tentacle that reached her was oozing precum from its tip that dripped down in heavy, wet globs onto her womanhood. It thrust forward as it neared her body, ramming into her exposed cunt and using the precum it’d dripped onto her as lubrication.
Sera inhaled deeply, shocked by how far the thing pressed into her. She inhaled again as it began to pull out, its almost-too thick girth leaving a disorienting emptiness in her. Just before it pulled out of her it reversed course, slamming back deep into her.
The violation of being fucked by a creature, suspended helplessly in the air, was too much. Once more Sera went limp, falling into a fugue state.
As the first cock-tentacle fucked her the others held back slightly, waiting. But other tentacles were reaching down, ones tipped with suckers and toothless mouth-like openings.
When they reached her some wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Others attached to her nipples, sucking on them. They slathered the cum-like substance they were exuding all over her tits, adding to the slimy mess that was already there as the stuff soaked into her skin. The cum-slime warmed her breast flesh, made her skin tingle with heightened sensitivity and radiate intense pleasure her breasts had never before been capable of.
The cock-tentacle fucking her quivering then blasting a huge load of monster cum into her startled Sera out of her fugue state. The pressure was maddening, the load of cum so large it filled her insides and came squelching noisily out of her cunt around the tentacle-cock.
She’d woken to a disorienting haze of sensual bliss. The fluids the monster was dripping and smearing all over her naked body and pumping into her were changing her body. The heightened sensitivity to sexual stimulation would have been hard enough for the Elven woman to handle had she been right-minded as it built up but waking to it all at once was overwhelming.
Sera was left moaning indecently, reveling in the feel of all the monster cum oozing out of her cunt and, thanks to still being hung upside down, down her belly as the cock-tentacle pulled out of her. The feel should have repulsed her, the soiling of her body in such a way shaming her deeply. But she felt none of that, was only able to float in a hazy sea of pleasure.
The creature pulled her up, repositioning her so she was upright then pushing the top half of her body over at a nearly ninety-degree angle. Her breasts, hanging below her, were still being played with and sucked on.
Her arms were pulled up, a tentacle wrapping around her head and adjusting it so she was looking forward. She cried tears of joy when she saw the cock-tentacles coming towards her face, opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue fall out as she panted pathetically at the sight of the cum leaking from their tips.
She greedily began sucking the first one that pressed into her mouth, sealing her lips tight around it and bobbing her head to make it cum as quickly as it could. She knew when it did it would retreat, limp and sated, but that one of the others would simply take its place. She’d have all the cum she could swallow and maybe more.
As she went to town sucking on the cock-tentacles others moved towards her backend, her body adjusted so both her hairless Elven pussy and her puckered asshole were easily accessible. Sera moaned in ecstatic glee as a cock-tentacle entered her cunt.
When one began pressing softly against her asshole she felt a moment of apprehension, but as it rubbed against the tight hole the precum it smeared onto her flesh, mixed with that which had already oozed there, made the sensation immensely pleasurable. By the time it began to press into her asshole the pleasure drowned out the pain.
She hung in the air, every hole being fucked. The thing came in her over and over again, so much cum leaking from her orifices in the brief moments it took new tentacles to press into her that it was pooling up on the cave floor below her.
Sera was far too lost in bliss to realize she was being slowly lowered. Each time a cock-tentacle came in her it lowered her a bit closer to the ground. Gradually, but steadily, lowering her till she was placed softly into the inches-deep pool of monster cum.
She’d been placed face down into the puddle, her ass held high and her chest resting on the ground. The pool of cum was just deep enough that she had to pull her head up and twist it to the side, gasping from momentary fear she’d drown in it. It was the only thing that made her come out of her blissed-out haze enough to realize something large was being pressed into her via the cock fucking it. Drooling dumbly, head turned slightly so she could lap up the deliciously addictive monster cum, she was unable to care about the thing being implanted in her.
Once deposited inside of her the tentacle that had fucked it into her fell out of her cunt, the last cock-tentacle soft and sated. The rest had already pulled themselves back up into the mass above, all interest in Sera lost.
The thing deposited inside Sera had left her belly huge and swollen, leaving her looking like she was a few months pregnant.
Sera didn’t care.
All that mattered to her was lapping up more of the cum. The pool stretched out in every direction, knuckle deep and showing no sign of soaking into the rocky cave floor. Her body was exhausted from her ordeal, the pleasure she’d felt so intense she’d not even registered the countless orgasms she’d experienced. Her body was screaming for repose, wanting nothing more than to pass into the sublime rest of unconsciousness.
Sera wouldn’t let it.
There was too much of the addictive, delicious cum to drink. The addiction was so strong she was able to force herself to remain awake, her only real worry that her already swollen belly would become too full to drink more of the monster cum.
The fear was one she needn’t have had. The monster’s cum had worked to alter her biology, helping it hijack her body to use for its own purposes. The thing the monster had implanted in her was making use of the cum she was lapping up, using it to nourish Sera’s body so it could drain the life out of her. Without the steady ingestion from the pool of cum she would have quickly died from the way the thing inside her was draining her body to help it quickly grow.
And Sera didn’t care.
Time had no meaning for her, only the pleasure of drinking more of the cum mattered. The only sense of time she felt was in the way she needed to slowly turn her head more to drink the slowly disappearing pool of monster cum. Only when it was almost gone, only small pools left to lick up, did any meaningful sense of the world return to her.
Her belly was huge, swollen as if she had carried a baby to full-term. She was still in the same position, ass raised high, face pressed against the ground. As she licked up the last of the cum she felt her insides shift. The thing that had grown in her was moving.
Sera cared.
She rolled over onto her back, groaning as the nightmare feel of her insides processed through her mind. It felt like a hundred snakes trapped in a membrane were trying to wiggle free, their mass pushing against the opening it had been deposited in. Sera sat up, spreading her legs and grabbing her huge belly and groaning in pain as she experienced the disturbing sensation of the membrane breaking open.
Sera sat, staring at the impossible thing she saw happening between her legs. Snake-like things with pinkish-red vein-covered cock-flesh slithered their way out of her. She groaned, the feel and sight shattering something deep in her mind. It was further shattered as she watched and felt her belly deflate, the monsters continuing to come out of her and slither away. Some moved deeper into the cave, but most went towards the opening, monsters heading out into the world to spread nightmares to other dark places.
The emberstone headband was still on her, allowing her to see it all in perfect detail. Whether that made things better or worse she couldn’t decide. The sight would be something that would haunt nearly every moment of the rest of her life, but trying to imagine going through the ordeal NOT being able to see what was coming out of her, to not see what had violated her body so intensely and never know its true form? That seemed worse, far worse.
Sera remained conscious for only a short time after the birthing was done. Just long enough to take in what had been done to her perfect Elven body, all the ways it had been ruined by the monster fucking her. The way it had stretched all her holes. The way its cum had altered her body’s sensitivity, changes she feared would never fully go away. And then there was what the impregnation and birth had done to her.
“Ruined,” Sera sobbed, falling back and letting her body go flat. “Soiled. Violated. Ruined.”
The final word ran through her head as she passed into unconsciousness, a word she’d forever use to define herself from that day on. The event had ruined her body, but it had done far more. It had ruined her mind.
Ruined, she thought one last time.
* * *
Ruined but alive, Sera thought, weakly pulling herself towards the cave opening. She had no idea how much time had passed. She’d slowly been fading in and out of consciousness, a flicker of the fire that once drove her still burning inside of her and filling her with the need to not simply lay down and die. She may have spent mere hours crawling out of the cave, but it could have just as easily been days.
Alive, she thought as she pulled the emberstone headband off and tossed it away. Light. Alive to see the light of day.
The sight did much to raise her shattered spirit. She found the strength to not just pathetically pull herself forward but to get up on shaky hands and knees and crawl.
Ruined but alive. Free of the horror, free to enter the sunlight, she thought as she crawled the last few feet out of the cave. She could only stare at the soft grass under her hands, the feel of the warm sunlight on her back all she needed.
My body… ruined. But I made it out. If I hadn’t… I can’t think of a worse fate.
Just as the thought finished there was an explosion of pain into the loose skin of her belly. She grunted, the world flipping over. Only after a moment did she realize what had happened. Someone was there, multiple someones. They were standing around her, one of them having kicked her in the belly hard enough to flip her over.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a male voice asked.
“Looks like it’s an Elve, or at least used to be.”
“You know what I think it is? I think it’s the Bandit Slayer Sera. But she’s not looking so good, is she?”
Men? Who? Sera tried to focus on them. They were familiar but their faces were unknown. Not someone she knew but something she knew. Bandits!
“The Cave Entangler did a real number on her body,” one of the bandits said, sounding both disappointed and disgusted. “Looks ruined, barely worth retrieving.”
Ruined. The word rang in Sera’s head. The disgusted tone he’d used made her cringe and flinch, glad she couldn’t see her body and what had been done to it.
“Come now, we couldn’t NOT come to get the Elven bitch, not after that kind Guildmaster let us know where she’d be.”
“Guildmaster?” she rasped. It didn’t make sense. Why would the Guildmaster tell the bandits where she was?
“Oh yes, a great man now that we’ve made our little arrangement with him. He sends us female adventurers to dispose of and in return he ensures no one skilled enough to take care of us is given the quest to clear us out.”
She barely understood what he was saying. None of it seemed possible. What she focused on was his claim to “dispose” of female adventurers, “dispose” of women like her.
“G-going to kill…” she whispered, a resigned statement and not a question.
“Kill you? Oh no, Sera, we’re NOT going to kill you.”
She focused on the man she assumed was the leader of the bandits, a flicker of hope flashing across her face. The cruel, gloating reaction to it made her cringe as if he’d slapped her.
“We couldn’t kill the mighty Bandit Slayer Sera, no bandit could. Isn’t that what they say? Or at least they did say. I suppose when we lie and let the word spread you were killed they won’t say that anymore. And that way no one will ever come looking for you.”
“No,” she gasped, turning weakly to roll over and try to crawl away.
The bandit leader slammed a foot down on her wrist, making her yelp in pain and return to her back.
“We’re NOT going to kill you,” he told her, the gleeful gloating tone of his voice making her skin crawl. “What we’re going to do to you is worse, MUCH worse. As bandits we’d owe you nothing worse than the best of what we could do to punish you.” He paused, cocking his head in thought. “Tell me Sera, how many bandits do you think you’ve killed?”
When she didn’t answer he ground his heel into her wrist. She yelped in pain then grunted, “I don’t know!”
“More than ten,” he said. “More than ten in each of the groups you killed around here. That’s what, fifty men at least? And how many other areas have the mighty Bandit Slayer Sera come through and cleared of bandits? It’s always so hard to tell which legends are true or not.”
He paused again, smirking. “Of course, our friend the Guildmaster shared a lot of information about you with us. He dug up a lot about you, about your history. So, knowing I know your history, how many bandits?”
She expected him to grind his heel into her wrist again when she refused to answer but he didn’t. He just kept on smirking, staring at her with an evil, patient look on his face.
“More than a hundred? Of course. So at least hundreds? Seems likely. A thousand? A thousand bandits slaughtered, maybe even more? I bet you don’t even know. But there are ways of finding out. Potions that can make you share memories. Spells that can reveal memories you don’t even have anymore. We’ll figure it, get an exact count.”
He removed his foot from her wrist and knelt beside her, moving his close. “And then do you know what we’re going to do? First, we’re going to heal you up, make this ruined body a lot prettier. A little time to rest and think about your future, some healing potions and you’ll be a lot better. Of course, not so much better that you’d have any chance of escape, we’ll make sure of that. But we’ll make you fuckable again.
“Your body will never be what it used to be, not after what happened to you in that cave. One look at the mess you are in right now and anyone can see that. Your body’s ruined, but as I said, we can make it less so. Then we make you pay. We take turns doing as we please to you, enjoying it till you’re as broken and ruined as you are now. And then? Well, we’ll just heal you up and start all over again. We’ll ruin you again. Then heal you again. Then ruin you again, once for every bandit you’ve killed.”
He pulled away, looking at the men gathered around. “It’s gonna take a long time, isn’t it boys?” Looking back at Sear he said, “Might even take longer than a Human woman’s life to endure all the hellish punishment you’re owed. But you’re NOT Human, are you? Your Elven blood will ensure you can live hundreds of years or more. Hell, you’ll outlive me and still be owed more. But that’s okay, I’ll make sure whoever inherits you continues my work and they will ensure their work is continued and down the line, for as long as it takes.”
Sera choked back a sob, looking away from the bandit and crying a single word. “Mother…”
“What was that?” the bandit leader asked, moving close to her again.
“Mother…” she sobbed.
“Don’t do this… don’t do.. what they did… to her…”
“Is that what you’re little ‘kill all the bandits’ crusade was all about?” the bandit asked, snorting a laugh.
“Don’t…” she sobbed. “Don’t do to me… what they did… to… to her…”
“What, Sera, what did they do to your mother? Did some bandit have some fun with your poor pathetic mother? Ah yes, that IS what happened! We knew that, didn’t we boys? Our friend the Guildmaster let us know that interesting bit of history. So what is it you don’t want us to do to you, Sera? Put a bastard in you and send you on your way home to hide in shame safe in some Elven conclave? Don’t worry, Sera. We won’t do what they did to your mother.”
He paused just long enough for a flicker of hope and relief to appear on her face, then snuffed it out as quick as he could. “We’re going to do FAR worse things to you and there will never be even a sliver of hope you’ll escape. Of course, we might end up accidentally putting a few Half-Elven bastards in your belly just to help you remember your dear mom.”
Sera sobbed, utterly broken and defeated. Looking up at the cruel, eager smile on the bandit’s face Sera saw this man would never slip up, never give her a chance to even try to escape. But even if that happened she was too ruined in mind and body. It wouldn’t matter.
Her mind flashed back to what she’d thought as she crawled out of the cave. Sera realized there was a fate worse than having remained in the cave and it was the fate she’d spend the rest of her ruined life living out.
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