6 comments/ 37659 views/ 21 favorites The Hunt for the Drow By: The Hunt for the Drow I was about to come, and it was only a matter of time! She hadn't even touched my dick, and I was so close to shooting my load! Was this sorcery? I didn't like it...I mean, I did...it was just so confusing. Pleasure shot throughout my entire body just seconds before I was to come; my legs spread out and flailed, my arms lurched forward as they stopped shortly thereafter because of the cuff length. My entire body flexed and sweat dripped from every pour. My mouth opened wide, gasping for air, and my eyes closed. "Oohhh...OOhhh...OHHHH....AAAHHHHH...!!!!" She must have hit some kind of male g-spot because I screamed as my cock shot out a hot white load; I had never come that hard before! What had she done to me? This was a result from simply fucking my ass from behind? "Mmm, oh warrior, that was sooo lovely! I can't wait to do it again to you!" Again? I thought, catching my breath. "Your man pussy was so nice, so sweet. Oh, my warrior, I craved it. Maybe I will keep you down here forever...I have some thinking to do, my human slave. You just put me in an interesting situation." With those words, everything suddenly became much, much worse. I couldn't last down here forever. It took a while, but she eventually walked out of that room. I couldn't help but stare at her; the way she wiggled her ass as she left made me think she knew I was staring at her. She left me bent over and in my bonds, giving me plenty of time to think. My mind conflicted between "if only", as in "if only I hadn't fallen for her tricks and it was I who defeated her", to "If only she would let me go". Still determined to escape, I looked around the room, hoping for something...anything...but did not find anything yet. III. Adapting to below It went on this way for a while. I lost track of time underground, but it felt like several days had past. I was constantly tied up; the only time I wasn't was when I was in one of her cages or when she made me walk on her leash on my hands and knees. She seemed to love my ass; she often would spank it with her riding crop, and even continued to fuck it on several other occasions. I hated to admit it, and certainly never told her, but it started to become enjoyable. Yes, it still hurt, but the overall sensation was so intense and so amazing. That isn't to say I looked forward to it; I was still very nervous every time I saw her approach me, but there was a shred of excitement that I never planned on, either. To make things worse, after her initial breaking-me-in session, she made me strip off all my clothing and give it to her. Before my very eyes, she actually burned all of my clothing, telling me that if I made it out of here alive that I would leave her chambers naked. I was beyond disheartened; even the goal of victory was made less appealing. How could I face my friends and townsfolk after an ordeal like this by showing up naked? "You have no use for clothes here", she told me coldly. "Put this on instead." She threw at me forcefully a leather contraption; it looked like it could possibly be the garment of a warrior except that it was the only thing she would let me wear. A black leather harness with three straps that went across my chest and two that connected from my front to my back underneath, one strap on each side of my organ. It also had an attachable steel cage; it was a small tubular cage that I soon realized was for my cock! "Put it on, warrior. Do it.", she ordered me. Reluctantly I obeyed her, having no choice. "Do you know what this is, my hardcore stallion? This is what we drow call a chastity belt. It is to make sure that, should I leave any time, you cannot play with yourself. If you are ever to cum, it will be by my hand alone. Quite literally, perhaps." I moaned out of despair. Fumbling with the device, she lost patience and smacked me across my face. Too weak for a counter attack, and too weak to know I couldn't escape even though this was the first time I was free (and the last, for quite some time anyway), I had to sit there and take the slap from the drow lady. "You are so pathetic, human! Here, like this. Let me show you." She reached down and put the cage on, which attached to my harness. I admit my cock was growing a bit with her hands so close to it, but once the cage was snapped into place, there was no more room for growing. It became very uncomfortable. To make the outfit complete, she grabbed two small padlocks, locking each one on each side. Removing the key from the brand new shiny locks, she attached it to a collar at her neck. That was perhaps the worst torment yet. My cock could not grow, and the key to my chastity belt hung attached to her tight collar around her neck. Her choker must have been specially made for this, as it had a small d-ring that the key was able to connect to. She smiled at me evilly, face to face, holding my hips and running her fingernails over my cock cage. Sheer torment, my cock wanted to grow, but couldn't. Her warm breath on my cheek made me turn my head, as I tried to control my sexual urges. She snickered. Her key only one small inch from my face, I couldn't turn my head back and look at it; it was too much to take. She had me right where she wanted me. IV. Learning about the enemy Another day or two had past. I wouldn't say that I tried to talk to her often, but I would occasionally start talking about random things in order to distract her from carrying out her punishment against me. I would ask about anything that came to mind; most of the time it had to do with the underground and her race, as I was naturally curious about them. Surprisingly, she was also a good conversationalist. That helped in two ways; first off, it helped pass the time. Secondly, it did actually seem to distract her enough from carrying out the punishment on me, or at least delayed it. Maybe there was a third reason I didn't realize at the time; I really did kind of enjoy her conversation. I shook my head at this notion, as enjoying the presence of my enemy is nothing more than insanity. I even learned that her name was Bria-lith. Apparently it meant "small dominating one" in drow, or something like that (she was only 5' even, small for even a drow she tells me). She told me to call her Mistress Raven, as that is what all of her slaves call her. After refusing to and suffering several cracks of her whip, it didn't take much convincing to call her that. It was maybe a day or two later. I'm not sure but I think it was evening time; or, at least her evening time, as she had just returned from a short trip that she had told me about. I looked for a way to escape the entire time and could not find one; however, I was starting to get a few ideas. It just depended where she would harness and restrain me at. I could hear her talking as she approached, and soon realized she was not alone. My heart sank; I was not enjoying the unexpected at this point. Not to mention, the last thing I wanted was another of her to abuse me. My hands were the only thing that was cuffed; I was on my back on some sort of leather padded incline (about 30 degrees from the surface). Normally she left me in tighter bondage but I think she felt it was a personal challenge -- or at least a cocky sign of superiority over me -- to only tie my wrists up. Surprisingly, when she entered the room, it was with another drow -- a male drow. I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. As I looked closer, I realized why I didn't hear him talking back; he was gagged! He was also blindfolded and his arms tied behind his back. I also saw her dressed in attire I had never seen before; she was clad head to toe in red leather. Red boots reaching up past her knees, a red leather teddy upon her waist (which also had several silver spider web designs upon it -- I learned it was her house signet, or design), and even appeared to be wearing some kind of red fishnet stockings? She was certainly dressed for seduction. As Mistress Raven saw me, she smiled. "My captive warrior, fear not; today you will have the day off. A friend of mine -- or I should say an old slave of mine -- has dropped by for a visit. Besides, it will give your wounds a chance to start fresh so I can work on you all over again." A cruel smile crept up on her lips as she said that last part. I should have been relieved, but since I was taken out of my routine I was somewhat perplexed. Part of me almost...well, never mind. I'll just leave it at that. The drow male seemed very cooperative and willing, which surprised me. This was definitely a society that was far different than mine and the one I was used to. He even seemed to be enjoying it. Mistress Raven (yes, I was sadly used to calling her by that name now -- most of the time it would accidentally slip out) treated him much the same way she treated me. Maybe not quite as cruel since he wasn't her enemy, but I was surprised nonetheless. She started off shoving him against the large X rack; quickly unbuckling the cuffs behind his back, in a matter of seconds she had his arms and legs attached to the frame. It was interesting to watch her work from this angle; almost exciting. One could tell she had done this for a long time. Not just her speed of attaching the cuffs, but also her body language, the way she moved her hips, and the way she seemingly knew when a slave would be looking at her lustfully. Even though the drow prisoner was blindfolded, she could hear his slightest breath. When she did, she would lightly touch his skin with her fingernails, making his moaning even louder. I wasn't blindfolded, however. I was so turned on, and so ashamed of myself for being turned on at the same time. My cock was writhing within its harness. It wanted to be set free, and it pushed hard against its prison. It was a severe irony that it was not only myself but also my cock that was imprisoned, as both of us had gotten me into trouble before. This reminded me that the drow lady knew full well what she was doing. I didn't want to watch her working on him, as she disgusted me and made me furious. I felt sorry for the slave, but had to remind myself the fool was in his chains willingly, unlike myself. Mistress Raven strutted in front of him, lightly touching his body, making him want her even more. When she stopped, it was as if someone punched him in the gut; he would squirm like a fish out of water. Simply because she stopped touching him. What a pussy, I thought. Then again, I had to remind myself how she had worked me over too. I noticed she looked my way a couple times, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't be certain, but I thought for a moment that the look on her face...no, I must have been wrong. She almost seemed a bit bashful, as if a girl was flirting with a guy she just met in the bar. I must have been delirious though, having been kept underground for too long. I confirmed this later when I never saw that look again, either. Although, I was certain she looked my way a few times, and I did wonder why she kept gyrating and moving the way she did even when he was blindfolded. Again, I thought it was yet another way to torment me, but she had told me earlier that the drow were a very sexual race, so it was most likely just her "way". Mistress Raven began kissing his chest. I soon found myself becoming jealous. However, I tried to talk myself out of it. Again, this was my enemy -- the girl who wanted to kill me! Yet I was getting so turned on. I found every excuse under the sun to explain why I was feeling this way; hadn't been with a woman in a while, was going insane since I was underground for so long, etc. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Occasionally when he would squirm too much, she would tell him to settle down and slap the outside of his bare thighs -- hard. Other than that, she was being more gentle with him than she was with me. I was going insane, losing my mind. I wanted her to touch me like that so bad. She would even bite him now and then, making him yelp, and even that was something I craved. I was losing more than my mind; I was losing the last ounce of control I had in my body. The proof was my cock straining against its prison. After alternating biting and kissing with slapping and licking, Mistress Raven finally took his leather underwear off of him. "You've been a good slave, haven't you?" she told him. He nodded and mouthed "Mmm hmm", since he was still gagged and blindfolded. She turned to me finishing her statement with a slight scowl, "A good boy...unlike SOME other naughty slaves!" I returned her scowl with a glare, but my glare soon faded into pouting and wanting. She saw it, and she knew it. Giggling, still looking at me, she said, "THIS is what good boys get..." Taking her sweet and luscious lips, she went down on his cock, still looking at me. I couldn't believe it! She was giving him a blow job and I was entirely jealous. Taking his legs and slowly pressing them apart, she moved forward with her mouth wide open. Finally pleasure consumed her and, taking all of his cock, started moaning herself. I yanked at my chains. "That's not fair! Go somewhere else and do that..." Almost forgetting myself, especially after she stood up, very pissed off, I quickly added, "Please, Mistress Raven? I can't take this anymore! Can you please release my cage? Pleeease?" Begging like a school boy, I was desperate. Her anger turned to laughter as she began to laugh at me. Things were going her way and there was nothing I could do to change that. She looked me in the eyes as we locked them together, and simply said, "No." Her violet eyes were the first to break contact as she went back to her boy toy. Finally, she dropped to her knees. V. Jealousy in prison She returned to him, completely ignoring me by this point. Touching herself, she was completely wet and horny; her eyes maintained his body the entire time. His cock was throbbing; precum oozed from it. It also oozed from my tip as well, but I was not as lucky as he was. Finally, she grabbed the back of his hair, yanking his head back, and kissed his neck. Working down to his pecks, she sucked on his nipples, throwing in a bite or two, and stroking his cock. He moaned, loud enough to make me want to puke. Was I getting jealous? Surprisingly, I had to face the fact that I was. I wanted her so bad, and she didn't know. Or else she didn't care. I was so confused, and had never felt this way. I wanted to break my chains free, pull my wrists out of the cuffs, and throw her down on the padded incline that I laid on and fuck her brains out. I didn't care if she was drow or what; she was so sexy and I had to have her. "Mistress Raven, No!" I cried out. I lost it; all control was gone and I didn't care. Without looking at me, she said, "Shut up, human slave, or suffer the consequences." All I could do was watch. It tore me up, but turned me on at the same time. I tried to rationally think through it and remind myself that she was just a drow, but my mind and body and cock wouldn't buy it. Finally, after stroking him, she lifted her leg up slightly and guided it into her. He began to thrust wildly, but she maintained the pace and held all control, grabbing his hips and slowly starting to move him in and out of her. Her head threw back and her moan escaped so loudly. Perhaps it echoed throughout the cave, but her moan also echoed throughout my head. Which is why it seemed so loud. She looked at him like an animal in heat, riding his cock. He groaned and grunted like a helpless animal, and she grimaced and closed her eyes, fucking like a champion. Both of them started to scream, as I lay there watching. I was so turned on, and it was the best show one could watch, but it wasn't enough; I wanted to BE there! I wanted to take her and ravage her body. As they exploded, they came so hard they shuddered. Her legs wrapped around his, all the while with him on the rack, she threw a quick glance in my direction. It was as if to say, "This is what you could have had," or "Here is more punishment for you." Her eyes were so sultry and exotic as she looked at me; the glow in her eyes of a woman that had just cum. After a few moments, as I remained helpless, she uncuffed his arms and wrists and kissed him. Still blindfolded and gagged, she guided him out of the room. Than she returned. At first she ignored me, fixing up her tussled hair. "Mistress Raven? Mistress..." I called her name out, but was unsure what I wanted to ask. She didn't even so much as look at me. I was in the palm of her hand, and she knew it. Either that or worse yet -- she really had no interest in me. I suppose deep in the back of my mind I wondered several new "what if's", such as "what if she did find compassion for me and let me go?" or "what if she did find me attractive and had mercy on me?" but that was not to be. She simply began to take her outfit off right there in front of me, sliding her red leather corset to the floor, and peeled off her boots and fishnets. I whimpered. Walking to a wardrobe, she grabbed a long silver robe, placing it on her bare naked body, and went into her sleeping quarters in the next room. Tears started to form in my eyes; from stress, from sleep and sensory deprivation, and most of all from complete domination. "Mistress, please say something. Anything!" I yelled for her. She didn't say one word. "Mistress!!" VI. The day after Somehow I had fallen asleep. I was awakened to her moving about in the room I was held in. As usual, she looked lovely and radiant. Yes, radiant, and yet she was a drow. I stretched out my body, still only in my wrist cuffs. With a little more composure, I tried to see if she was still ignoring me or not. Finally, I spoke. "Mistress? May I ask who that was?" She continued to ignore me, and my heart sank yet again. After a few seconds, however, she spoke (ignoring my question). "So, slave, how did you sleep? Pleasant dreams?" There was no smile on her face this time. No playful tormenting me; just coldness. I wondered if I did something to piss her off. Maybe it was my outburst during her sex encounter with the male drow. I guess it reminded me of who she was after all. I wondered if sanity was slowly returning to me. "I..I...honestly I didn't sleep well. This cock cage has been killing me." "Aww, poor baby." She simply mocked me, but without a smile and again not a glance in my direction. "Well, I don't feel sorry for you, warrior. You got yourself into this situation." I sighed. Eventually, I replied, "I know. Look, I'm sorry for everything. I really mean it. I guess I really don't know if you are evil or heartless or what. I don't..." I stopped. I never apologize; least of all to an inferior species. I couldn't believe my words. It wasn't like me. Maybe sanity wasn't returning to me like I thought. That seemed to freeze her in her tracks; she wasn't expecting it either. "Well, you SHOULD be sorry," was her only reply. Still in her long flowing robe, she continued to fix her hair in the mirror, just about finished with it. I didn't see it, but with my head turned away she looked in my direction with sad eyes. I tried to settle down, still frustrated. She already had the edge, so I continued to speak. "You know, your hair does look beautiful like that." Glancing in my direction for a moment, she nodded as if to say "thank you." Perhaps that was a thank you in her language; perhaps they don't know how to say thank you. Mistress Raven spoke, looking at herself in the mirror. "You are right; it does look beautiful today, doesn't it?" She set down the hair brush, content with her appearance. "Time for me to go change and get on with the day. Perhaps there will be others like you who will try to invade my territory." She seemed rather angry and agitated when she said that. As she stood up, before she went into the next room to change, she did smile a little and said, "Plus, it's time for your torture session to commence. Ah, that always brings a smile to my face..." The Hunt for the Drow As she left the room, I worried as usual about today's punishment. I knew I had to be getting close to release; then again, it could be another year, or even longer. But she was beautiful, and at least I got to look at her. A different beauty than when I first saw her. I missed our talks, and was somewhat hoping we would be able to converse more today. "You are so beautiful," I muttered under my breath, quiet enough where she could not hear. Then again, as I spoke it I forgot that a drow is an elf with ears much better than humans. VII. A change of heart or a sentence to death? It was several minutes that passed by, and I lay there quietly. Mistress Raven stepped out from her personal chambers in an outfit that I had never before seen. And this one rivaled even the red leather outfit she wore earlier. She had black, tall boots that went up to her knees and had silver buckles all the way up, and underneath were light silver fishnet stockings that went all the way up to just below her pussy. She wore a thin pair of black panties underneath her extremely short, tight, black skirt; the skirt was so short I could see the underside of her panties which made me absolutely hard. Her elbow-length fishnet gloves matched the ones she wore underneath her boots. Her silvery gorgeous hair was in pig tails; I was surprised at this because she spent a long amount of time brushing her hair earlier, and suddenly she changed it. But I wasn't complaining! Wait, what am I talking about? I thought. It wasn't like this was going to be enjoyable -- at least for me. This alone was sheer torture. My breath was taken away. She was a vision; I was falling for her, but I had to make myself stop. She had successfully dominated me physically and now had sexually; my mental state was all that I had left and even that was fading. In her hands she held a black riding crop with a silver design on the handle. One hand brought it down on her other hand's palm, as if to say it's time for the punishment to begin. What's more, her wicked smile had finally returned. "Do you think I'm beautiful, warrior?" she asked me point blank. She completely caught me off guard. "I...I..." The truth is I stammered. Playing smart, I finally said, "Of course, Mistress Raven!" It was the truth, but I didn't really want her to think that. She reached down to observe me; she still wore the collar with the key to my chastity belt. It dangled in front of me. She caught me looking at it. "Oh, my, I almost forgot I had this key," she said, pulling her hair back to give me a better look at the key. "Does my captive warrior wish this key? Does he?" she continued to mock me in her sweet voice, hovering over me. "If you tell me that you are my bitch, I just might let you out of your harness. Can you say that for me?" I stuttered. "I...I'm...I don't know if I can say that." "Say it with me, my warrior," she mouthed what I was supposed to say. She leaned in closer; her fragrance overpowered me, and her looks dominated me. I caved, though with great reluctance I said, "I'm your bitch." She smiled wide. "Ok, then, you are free to grab the key and release yourself." She held her hands behind her back, leaning her neck closer to me. Of course my hands were above my head and unable to grab it. She simply laughed at me. It was a trick; I squirmed, enraged. But not surprised. "Oh, my, warrior, I see your strength is returning nicely. I've been waiting for the hardcore punishment. I think today is the day," she giggled. All I could do was try not to pout. Then something happened that surprised me. She took her key off her collar, reached down to my cage, and released it! My cock sprang to life as if was raised from the dead! At least one of the two of us was free, I thought to myself. "We'll leave the harness on, though, baby. It looks good on you." That was the first time she called me baby that I could remember; she must have slipped up, or else she was beginning a new kind of torture. Either way I was certain I would find out soon after. "However, I think you've been comfortable with too much freedom," she said, hinting towards my wrist cuffs. Moving over to one of the tables in the room, she opened a drawer and pulled out a long length of silken silvery rope. "Do you know what this is, warrior?" I shook my head no, figuring there was a catch other than answering "rope". "Of course you don't know. Good answer. It is pure silk, made from the spiders of the underground. And it is five times as strong as any other rope you may ever find, I can assure you. But don't worry, it feels pleasant wrapped around the body. I can tell you from experience." She trailed off on that last part; perhaps she again slipped up and told me something she didn't want me to hear. Then again it could have been intentional. Nonetheless, my eyes were opened wide when she said that; I certainly could not imagine this dominating woman in control tied up with her own silken rope. Before I knew it, she moved closer to me, as I still lay on the incline. Reaching underneath the incline ramp that I laid on, she pulled out several hidden metal rings that I was unaware of. I could feel my heart beat race, and I could hear it pulsate through my ears. I knew the torture was about to begin, and my bondage was about to become tighter. Much more tighter and snug. Placing her knee square on my chest with a large amount of force, she took the rope and quickly wrapped it around my left wrist. She was a master at this, just like she was with the cuffs. It was quickly intertwined with the metal d-ring, leaving my left arm stretched out above my head. The rope was quickly ran through to my other wrist and tied off in the same way; the knot she made was so tight I felt like my hands were going to fall off. As she stood up, I breathed a little more relief as her knee let up, but I saw buckle imprints from her boot upon my sternum. For a petite looking girl, she certainly had some incredible strength. She unbuckled the cuffs around my wrist since the rope was already around them and, in fact, tighter than the cuffs ever were. She proceeded to my legs and wrapped the silk rope around each of my ankles, intricately tying it around it, and then finished securing it to the metal rings at the base of the incline. I was soon spread-eagle and helpless, completely vulnerable. But she didn't stop there. She held the rope in her hands, inspecting my body as if to decide how else to bind me. "I'm not going anywhere, you know," I told her in a non-chalaunt manner. She smiled and said, "I know, my pet. I know. But this isn't about you, is it? It's about me. Learn to deal with it." I heard her silently whisper to me how good I looked, tied up like that. The silver rope stood out in the dancing torch light underground, illuminating my predicament. As good as the light reflected off of the shining silver on her body, I guess I imagined that she must have felt the same way. Finally deciding what to do with me, she moved forward and wrapped the rope around my waist. I was getting worried at this point; now, whatever happened, I wouldn't be able to move my hips. She tied it off on both sides of the incline, making movement for my waist impossible. She also tied the rope around the insides of each of my thighs, spreading them apart further, making easier access for her to my most vulnerable body parts. The lady drow even took the rope and tied it to the insides of my elbows, ensuring that even the smallest movements I may have had with my arms would no longer exist! There I lay, completely ensnared in her web, as a spider that had captured their pray. Completely helpless and full of fear, the black widow had me ensnared in her trap. There was nothing I could do. I tried to move and struggle and test the bonds, but they were so tight and so secure; I wasn't going anywhere. No weakness in her ropes, just like in her soul. Lady Raven folded her arms and looked at me for a moment, as if she was mentally painting my predicament inside her evil, wicked mind. She turned away to grab a riding crop and then came back to me, focusing on my one hundred percent. Slowly running the riding crop over my body, walking around me and around the incline, her intimidation technique was working all too well on me. I tried not to show it, but the sweat on my forehead and the increased breathing from my body gave me away. As she stopped at the head of the incline, just above me to where I could not see, I felt her slip some kind of red rubber ball in my mouth, and heard a wicked laugh. "Heyy...wha...??" was all I could get out. "Mmmmpphhff!" was all that replaced it. The ball, attached to black leather straps, was securely in place and the straps were buckled behind my head as she forcefully lifted it up. Feeling her tighten the strap into place, I was firmly gagged. Caught like a fly in her spider web. It was actually very nearly literal. "You have been talking way to much during these sessions, which I remind you are for me. I don't want to hear your pathetic whining or begging to be let go. It was cute at first, but now -- like I said earlier -- it is all for my pleasure. And what I desire is your silence, male. Perhaps this will help you to shut up!" I tried to scream and buck and kick; but it was of no use. No one was going to save me; certainly no one was going to hear me. I couldn't get any words out, and now I was helpless. Suddenly I felt a large smack on the inside of my thigh as the riding crop landed. I yelped in pain, arching my back, screaming through my gag. She laughed. "Let the torture begin, slave. I would be scared if I were you. After all, do you know what Mistress Raven is going to do to you?" I shook my head no, tears swelling up. "Is she going to fuck your man pussy again?" she mocked. "Is she going to milk you like a filthy above-ground animal?" With those words, my ass puckered tightly, and my heart sank. "Is she going to bring you to the brink of pleasure -- taking you to Eden's gate, only to deny you and not let you explode? After all, I am hesitant to think any male should enter Eden, what do you think?" I told her with a muffled yes that I agreed, nodding my head. "What, baby? Say it again, my warrior. I cannot hear you. Is it not important enough to tell me?" she ridiculed me again. "Well if you insist on not telling me," she said in a sweet baby-like voice, "than your Lady Raven cannot help you, and must only assume that you do not want to cum. I don't blame you; if I were you, I would only want to please me too." She couldn't help but snicker. I was infuriated at the way I was being treated; I should have been used to it, but I wasn't. Getting close to getting used to it -- perhaps. Slowly taking off her black panties, I could already see that they were drenched. That alone made my cock hard as a rock (as if it wasn't before). I tried to move my head to look under her thin leather skirt; the lighting was bad so I couldn't see her pussy yet but I knew it was there -- and it was glistening. I just needed to look at the right angle. What are you thinking? Do you forget what she is going to do to you? I tried to snap to my senses. But I still had to look, especially now that she was getting closer to me, lowering her chest and head down to mine. But I want to look, so badly. It was an internal war that was raging inside me. The angel part of me was telling me to resist, and the evil part of me was telling me to give in. It must have been magic she used over me, because I knew I could not be that weak. I was convinced. SLAP! With her gloved hand slapping me across my face, I was brought back to reality. I was completely caught off guard. But she still continued to look into my face; I caught her gazing at me, and it looked like she was turned on. Fucking drow and their rough sex. It figures. SLAP! Again she struck me, but with her other hand, she lightly touched my skin, running her fingernails across my skin lightly. As if I wasn't confused enough; this was SO not helping. I pulled my arms and wrists upward, but it didn't give even an inch. Instead, she put both of her arms up to hold down my wrists (as if she needed to, which she didn't), and she crawled up on top of me. I saw it again. I may not be the most perceptive warrior when it comes to the other sex, but I saw something in her eyes -- the way she looked at me. I know she was turned on and enjoying every moment of slapping and torturing me, but I wondered if there was more to it. Her eyes penetrated mine, staring deep into my soul, beyond my blue eyes. Perhaps I was wrong, and it was simply the way of the drow. You can add emotional torture to the list of domination that she was capable of. I felt the same way with her; it seemed like I was almost instantly hypnotized as I stared back into her full violet eyes, surrounded by her long lashes, and couldn't believe the feeling that was invoked inside me almost instantly. Feelings for a drow woman. But I couldn't deny it. I wanted to, but couldn't deny the truth. I struggled again, but it wasn't just to get free and escape; it was to break free and ravage her body, just as I wanted to when I saw her fucking the drow slave. Time almost stood still as we looked at each other. My eyes broke away for a second, but it didn't end her charm, her dominance over me; it was only to stare at her sweating body hovering just inches over mine. As I looked down beyond her beautiful skirt and her black and silver boots, she fully climbed upon the incline that I was tied down to, straddling me. Only an inch separated my cock from her pussy. I wanted her to fuck me so bad; I wanted to taste her. I wanted to lick every inch of her body. My breath escaped slowly through my gag. Her sweet wet pussy dropped down onto my cock, swallowing it whole. I couldn't believe it! I moaned so loudly you could hear the echo through the chamber. Sliding up and down on me, she hardly made a sound, showing full control over me. Sexually dominating me. I, on the other hand, couldn't keep quiet even if I wanted to. Moaning through the gag, looking into her eyes as she fucked me, I tried to arch my back and get deeper penetration inside her, but the rope around my waist would not allow it. She was fucking her prey, and I didn't care. I did, I mean, but I couldn't do anything about it -- nor did I truly want to do anything about it. Dominating me like I was a total animal, I screamed and moaned as her wet love canal slid over my throbbing member. Going up and down, up and down, faster and faster. I couldn't take anymore. Right as I was about to cum, she smiled -- and stood up. Her pussy just hovering inches away from my cock, I was so close that it hurt. Whimpering through my gag, I tried to tell her I wanted her to continue. I pleaded with her, begging her, but she would have none of it. Eventually, several minute later (which felt like hours), she once again began to fuck me. An incredible pleasure swept over my entire body; sensations ran from my cock to my head and down to my toes. She kept pulling herself off every time I got close; I was soon worn out. This must have happened a dozen times. But eventually, I noticed even she started to moan. Originally silent, she was getting into it as well. I eventually lost count, but Mistress Raven finally committed herself to riding me like a wild horse. Her legs straddling me, legs wrapping around mine despite the tight rope bondage, I felt her so deep. She moaned, and then her moans turned into screams. Slapping me, and then kissing me with her eyes closed, she threw herself back, hands up in her hair, running along her pigtails. Her wetness lubricated my cock, which was burning with desire. Finally I heard her screams turn into one large yell full of ecstasy; she reached her climax and had an amazing orgasm. Before she could pull herself off of me, I exploded with such force inside her wet tunnel. She fell down on top of me, looking at me, still bouncing on my cock. Then, she did something I will never forget. She kissed me. Yes, just like she had before when she teased, but she looked into my eyes, kissing my lips over the ball gag. Taking the gag off with incredible speed, still moaning and panting and ready for another orgasm, she shoved her tongue in her mouth, with such passion I never knew existed among humans -- let alone drow. Her violet eyes pierced me, and my heart raced faster and faster, feeling just as intense as my orgasm. Mistress Raven hit another orgasm, and similar results followed. Kissing me, looking into my eyes, and squeezing every drop of my cum out with her tight pussy completely made me melt. She collapsed on top of me, holding me. I moaned a sigh of pleasure. She even ran her fingernails over my skin, making me moan once more. Laying on my chest, she looked up into my eyes once more. However, after a few seconds of eye contact, she quickly looked away. With a slight tremble, she stood up, tried to re-groom herself (mostly by straightening her hair and putting her panties back on, wiggling her ass as she slid them back on her sexy body), and left the room. I did not see her again for almost an hour. VIII. The Cage Mistress Raven was full of mystery. I could not figure her out. At first, I wondered if she enjoyed everything with me, but then I started to realize it was all part of her game to make me weak. She had dominated me physically, and then sexually, and soon it would be mentally. My last shred of sanity was leaving me; I found myself wanting her and not caring. But I was still afraid of her. I think that was what reminded me of how cold and cruel she really was -- her true nature. I now had no doubts that the drow loved sex, but I had no idea how much. I kept telling myself, "She is using you. She is using you. She is using you. She said herself -- I am for her pleasure and not for my own." My sanity was on the fence. Finally, Mistress Raven came back out, wearing a long silken red gown. Still looking gorgeous as ever. Don't think that. Don't look at her that way. My personal battle raged on. After that, it was strange. The rest of the night she remained silent. I didn't have any words to say, as much as I wanted to speak to her. I just couldn't think of anything. So the night remained silent. She brought me into her chambers, where I had been two times before. Her bed was enormous; it was a black canopy bed with silver webbing designs all over. Next to the bed was a tall standing cage. She let me sleep her over night on those occasions (even though I was forced to stand in the thin cage, it was much better than some of the other things she had me sleep in). Without saying a word, she put me in the cage. She didn't, however, cuff my wrists. The first time my wrists felt freedom. But it wouldn't matter; the lock on the cage was sturdy, and the bars were thick. I was still a prisoner. Wait, I thought. Maybe not. Maybe this is my chance. The second time she had me in the cage, I noticed a small piece of metal next to it. A bent wire or nail. Now that my hands were free, I might be able to grab it and pick the lock to the cage. Could it be? As Mistress Raven slammed the metal cage door, she looked into my eyes one last time. Just like before, without saying a word, she looked away just as quickly. What was going on in her mind? Was I close to being released? Wait...was she going to kill me after all? She almost seemed sorrowful; perhaps it was because she was going to kill me and regretted destroying her play toy. But then, why would she kill me if that were the case? My mind raced -- but I knew I must get out of this place. IX. Night Time She finally went to sleep. I was tired myself, but I made myself stay awake for this opportunity. I was distracted before she went to bed, however, when she changed into her thin almost-see through gown. It was the shortest gown of hers I had seen yet; but for some reason she had not changed in front of me. She always had before, just to tease and torment me. No words spoken, and no threats of torturing me tomorrow. Something was very strange. The Hunt for the Drow When I was positive that she had fallen asleep, I tried to wiggle my way to the bottom of the cage and grab the piece of metal. It appeared to be some kind of wire; maybe from one of her clothes hangars. After all, she had tons of clothes. Just like a human woman might. Either way, I was able to break the wire in two and started to get to work. The chamber was quiet, and there was not a sound to be heard. Except for my own breathing, which was hard to control. This was it; it was a life or death situation. I would live if I pulled it off, or die if I got caught. Fear was coursing through my veins. Nonetheless, my hands were steady and my determination was solid. With self-made pick tools in each hand, I reached through the bars and started to work on the lock. This was going to be harder than I thought -- and I already knew it was going to be hard. I couldn't get the lock to slip. Running the wires over the internal device inside the lock, I held my breath. A half-hour had past. I think, anyway. Could have been longer. I was exhausted. The lock wasn't budging, and I was starting to lose my focus. I took a small break of about ten seconds -- just enough time to breathe slowly and gather my concentration. I started to pick at it again. Finally -- I heard it "click"! The lock opened! I had to bite my tongue in order to prevent myself from shouting with joy. The hard part was over, but it would still be tough to escape out of this place. Slowly I removed the lock, lowering it to the floor. I quietly opened the cage, aware that it would squeak if I moved it too fast. Slower yet, I opened the cage door. My first step outside was wobbly, and my fatigue from being her for who knows how long was starting to catch up with me. But my resolve was now firm. I was going to get out of this place. Looking over at Mistress Raven, whom I now smiled since I could call her simply the drow once more without repercussion, I saw how peaceful she laid there sleeping. Hmm. I wonder. I started to think to myself, maybe it was time to kill her. Maybe she would never be free of me and hunt me down just as I hunted her. Not to mention, I wasn't certain the way out of this cave; if I didn't kill her now, she would certainly find me in the caves if I got lost. There was no way I could tolerate that. Walking across the room, I tip-toed to her weapons cabinet. I once saw her pull a dagger and sheath from the drawer, so that was where I went. Touching it gently, I lightly pulled it -- it was unlocked! Finally, things were falling into place. I quietly opened it the rest of the way. Inside I saw her short sword, made of black obsidian and bore ornate silver designs. Her own weapon would be her undoing. I started to feel somewhat guilty. I shouldn't have, and actually was very upset for having those feelings arise. This was the same woman that tortured you! Did you forget? I tried to remind myself. Finish your original mission -- strike her down! After all, even if she didn't do anything to me -- my mission was still to kill her and protect the people and territory around her -- the same territory that she claimed was hers. I heard the drow lady roll over. Fortunately, as I froze in place, it appeared she was still asleep. I sighed a sigh of relief quietly. I knew I had to move fast. Holding my breath, I turned to her, sword in hand. With one last glace at the open drawer, I also saw a pair of black steel manacles in there, with a short chain connecting the two cuff parts. Maybe I could just tie her up and leave her here, giving me time to escape. That might work. Maybe I could tie her up and violate her, the same way she did to me! One last good-bye fuck, showing HER who is in charge! Now THAT sounded like an excellent idea! But...I just didn't know. I'd be just as bad as her if I did that the same way she did to me. The sensation I felt when simply thinking about it made me want to tie her up and do that to her. I felt myself getting warm. But this wasn't time to be indecisive. Again, I heard movement from the bed. This time, she was awakening. My hesitation may have cost me everything. But again...it was I that was armed, not her. For the first time, it was I that had the edge. She sat up in bed, holding her black sheets over her chest, arms crossed. She saw me and was clearly startled; an expression I had never seen on her face before. It soon clicked to her what had happened. "How...how..." "How did I escape? Doesn't matter, does it?" I told her coldly. Anger surged within me, as I moved forward toward her. Still lying in the bed, she didn't take any actions to protect herself. I was a bit thrown back. She looked at me with her eyes, the same way she had looked at me when we had sex. It seemed genuine -- then again, I reminded myself that she was a Mistress of Deception and Trickery. But I couldn't help but to look back at her the same way. She truly was beautiful. She truly was gorgeous. It was even attractive the way she was shielding herself as she sat up in the bed, despite her earlier efforts to reveal her naked form to me. She dropped the black bed sheet and sat up on her knees, still looking at me. She wasn't pleading with me, or begging me, but she looked at me with an incredible amount of lust. Perhaps even love. I couldn't tell the difference with the drow race -- not yet, anyway. I continued forward to her, slowing my pace. Holding a sword in one hand and a pair of metal cuffs in my other, it was clear that the power had shifted. She truly seemed nervous, but not afraid. Again, I was astounded. Finally, she spoke, "What are you going to do with me?" I didn't answer back. Still, she continued to gaze deeply into my eyes. I felt myself doing the same thing -- her violet eyes seemed to be so sincere, so loving. No, it's a trick! Conflict continued to battle within me. For a moment, she looked sad. "Dear warrior, I do not blame you if you strike me down. I was cruel to you, this I know." For a moment, she smiled. It was a wicked smile, but also one filled with lust. And even purity. "I suppose it is simply in my nature." "Do you have any idea what you put me through?" I told her, breathing faster, pointing the sword at her. But unable to avoid her gaze. Just then I saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye. What was this? I did not know drows could even have tears! "I truly am sorry. I know I should have let you go a long time ago, but I just couldn't. I had to have you. I don't care if you believe me or not; it's the truth. I..." she trailed off. "I wanted to keep you here as long as I could. You were...I mean you are...the perfect slave. Don't deny it, my warrior. You saw into my eyes, just the same way that I saw into yours." I lowered my sword a few inches as she spoke. "Remember the male drow I brought in? He was an old slave of mine, and now a friend whom I still call on at times. I wanted to make you jealous; I wanted to make you want me. Dear human, I know you think I was mad at you that night when I remained silent, but the truth is I was mad at me. I..." Again her words trailed off. "I was falling for you. Don't make me say it again, please. If you must kill me, then please do so quickly," she spoke, turning her head, with a few more tears rolling down her cheek. "I suppose it truly is in my nature, despite teasing you about it just earlier." Turned away from me, I saw her wipe away a tear. What to do? What to do. X. The Decision Here I was, inches away from freedom. I was now fully in control, but did not feel any better off than I was earlier. I walked up to the drow -- to Bria-lith the Mistress. Bria-lith. Just saying her name seemed to soften me. But I didn't want to be softened; I wanted to run this sword right through her chest. Anger and confusion boiled within me. I couldn't contain it anymore; in a rage, I exploded. I threw the sword. XI. The Aftermath Bria-lith -- Mistress Raven -- didn't flinch as I threw the sword. Not even when it rattled and bounced off the floor, shaking the chambers with its echo. Shoving her down, I pounced upon her. I had complete surprise upon her. She tried to push me off, turning her head again to avoid my gaze at her, shoving my chest but unable to budge me. Then, I did something that I never thought would ever happen in my life. Something that would change my future from this moment on. Something that would make me a marked man condemned for death. Something that I had to leave my entire life for if I committed and followed through. I kissed her. I kissed her passionately, upon her lips, pressing upon her as she melted into the covers of the bed. Unable to resist her, I shoved her gown up, and begun to pull my cock out of its harness and quickly slide it in her. Her eyes opened wide as saucers, and her mouth opened even wider. She looked into my eyes once again, and I looked back into hers. And then I knew. It was love that looked into mine. She did love me. As I beheld the beautiful drow woman, I began to taste her tongue -- taste her lips. She held my face, kissing me back. Her breath quickened, as did mine. Sliding myself inside of her, rocking her back and forth, her legs lifted up willingly, wrapping around my body and holding it tightly. Her arms wrapped around my back, holding me tightly as she beckoned me to penetrate her deeper. And I did. But I was not done. "Bria-lith, my love, what am I going to do with you?" I said it with some sarcasm, but it was all sincere. She moaned, and smiled at me. "I do not care, my captive warrior. Not as long as you fuck me." I smiled at her -- perhaps for the first time ever. I was falling in love; and as scary as it was, I couldn't resist being with her here and now. "Perhaps it is time to give you a taste of what you gave me, woman!" I smiled, and saw her shocked face return a smile, much to her surprise. Shoving her down, I grabbed the manacles which were laying on the bed next to us. Grabbing her by the wrists, I quickly put one in shackles, ran the chain through the posts on her head board, and shackled the other. She moaned. I had to slow down the rhythm of fucking her so I wouldn't yet cum, as I secured her wrists nice and tightly. "How does it feel now, Bria-lith?" She moaned and groaned, pulling her arms from their prison. I'm not sure if it was from my cock, from the manacles, or from me simply calling her by her drow name. Not giving her time to answer, I reached down and kissed her again. Moaning and screaming, groaning with pleasure, we both sped up faster and faster. Her legs held tightly as I thrusted and rammed myself inside her. Finally, hitting her g-spot, her face suddenly became overwhelmed with pleasure. She started screaming something in drow which I had no idea what it meant. But I knew it was a good thing. Raising her legs like a willing slut, she screamed as I finally got her to climax. Her orgasm made her entire body shake. But we weren't done yet. Yelling on my own, my cock grew, throbbing. It pulsated, and she felt it doing so; she smiled and moaned knowing that I was going to cum. With my final thrust, I exploded my white hot cum deep inside her pussy. Collapsing on her and groaning, she moaned with pleasure as every spurt fired off. "Oooh, my warrior. Oooh, yes. Oh warrior, I lo..." she trailed off not finishing her sentence. Exhausted, laying on her chest, it took all the strength I had to lift my head. But I was determined. "What did you say?" She giggled, eyes still closed. "Won't tell! Can't make me!" she said, in a playful voice. I grabbed her gently by her chin, softly shaking it, until her eyes opened. Looking deep into her violet eyes, I smiled softly and said, "I know what you are going to say, but I want to hear it. Say it, Bria-lith." Her eyes, filled with love and ecstasy, answered my question for me. But she still opened her mouth, with a slight smile, and said, "I love you, my warrior. I love you..." "And I love you, Bria. I didn't know I was capable of it, but I do love you -- so much!" Now a single tear was forming in my own eye. I tried to hide it, but didn't think I was successful. Not with the way she smiled longingly at me. I did not know where life was going to head, but it was going to be with Bria. And I was excited. Very nervous, no doubt, but very excited. "Bria, I'm new with this love thing. I hesitate to use the word, even. But, I do have one last token of my love to you." "Oh, is that so, my warrior? I can't wait to see it." Smiling, I got up. She pulled against her chains, pouting. Going back to the drawer I got the manacles from, I grabbed the key. I undid her cuffs, releasing my drow princess. Rubbing her wrists, she smiled at me. "I don't think those belong on me, my warrior. At least not all the time." I laughed, holding the manacles. Looking her in her eyes, I said, "We'll see. Personally I think they looked good on you. However..." I began to sigh, trailing off my sentence. "What is it? Go on, dear." Rolling my eyes, not sure if I wanted to do it, I gave her the manacles. She smiled wickedly, knowing what was going to happen next. I held my wrists out in front of me, and told her, "I don't know where this is going, but what I do know: I am for you, my love..." XII. The Conclusion Putting his pen down, the one known as The Captive Warrior let the ink dry and then closed his book, happy with the way it turned out. Wrapping it in paper and putting a bow on it, he had the perfect present for the perfect girl. "Mistress Raven, are you there?" he shouted from the next room. Responding, she entered the room where he sat, chained to the desk. "My dear captive slave, what is it?" She asked inquisitively. "I have a present for you, one that I think you might like." He held out the wrapped up book for her to take. She smiled with much joy, not expecting the gift from her slave. "Oh, warrior, that is so thoughtful! You must still love me after all these years, do you not?" All he could do was smile back at her, hoping she would embrace him. Walking up to him and putting the gift down, she did. Kissing him fully on the lips and wrapping her arms around the neck, her eyes misted up. "That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! I love you, my warrior slave!" "And I you, Mistress Raven," the warrior replied, with much excitement in his voice. "I can't wait to open this. Perhaps I will tonight, after I am done with you. But I can assure you, I will be a loving mistress tonight; you deserve it. This once," she winked. "But now let us go to the next room, for the large rack awaits you..." The warrior smiled. He was still nervous after all these years, but excited to be placed into the rack. He wondered what she had in store for him tonight...