It was astonishing to Keara how much could change in such a seemingly short period of time. Though perhaps if she had had the opportunity to spend more time among humans it would not have come as such a shock to one used to the timelessness of Faerie.
The post-escape punishment had driven her too close to the brink of something that she had no desire to revisit anytime soon. She had been so utterly out of it that it was only when Tatiana had hustled her out of the room that she realized she had kissed Pantea’s foot in a goodbye. She had frozen up for a moment, realizing it, but Tatiana had simply continued to chatter in that friendly and odd accent of hers and kept pulling her along the hallway. Not giving her anytime to stew in implications for which Keara was, oddly, somewhat grateful for.
The odd and anxious walk around was not something that Keara had relished. Tatiana had done her best, keeping introductions relatively short and seemed to have done her best to pick certain thralls to speak with. Everyone had been perfectly friendly, but after only a dozen of them Keara found herself trembling against Tatiana in agitation. Everything was surging up again in her mind, the escape, the punishment, her whole situation, and now introductions to the human thralls of a demoness on equal terms. The odd human kept up her half-hug, made some excuses to a pair of twins that even in her agitated state Keara could tell were cute, and hurried her away. Keara had sagged against Tatiana in gratitude, and the pair of them ended up wandering the halls together for a time while the Elf did her best to get her raging emotions under control.
This was not the time to showcase her inner struggles. Keara stood like some bloody penitent in front of Pantea, the demoness managing to make the comfy leather chair seem like a throne. She was flanked by, from Keara’s judgement, her two favourite slaves. Thralls. Whatever. Tatiana and the boy. Jake? Keara was pretty sure that was his name. The two of them seemed fairly high up in Pantea’s good graces, however that worked. Apart from them there were plenty of other humans scattered around the room, most of whom looked at least vaguely familiar to her now. Two more caught her eye, of course. That intense woman from before, from her kidnapping was there. And she stood in a possessive manner next to…Keara swallowed through her gag. The former slave. Well, former Elven slave at least. The name escaped her, but Keara was well aware of the girl and of her eyes that looked the captive Elf up and down. Those eyes and the emotions that Keara could sense from her were almost as bad as Pantea’s own for Keara’s efforts to remain calm.
Keara shifted on her feet, feeling the silk of her outfit flutter around her, and ran her fingers lightly over the chains connecting her wrists. Not real steel thankfully, but some sort of hellish equivalent to the Faerie steel her kindred used. She kept her eyes down while she swayed on her feet, waiting for instruction. She couldn’t bear to meet anyone’s gaze. The floor was a safer bet.
That odd and anxious walk around with Tatiana proved to be the last time she was free of bondage, apart from her collar. Pantea seemed to delight in finding or trying out new combinations of bonds, though keeping her in shackles with their clinking sounds as Keara shuffled around seemed to amuse the demoness the most. Chains did seem to be the most common bondage when Keara was going about her day, a visceral reminder that she was a thrall. Plus a heavy deterrent against another escape attempt. Though leather remained the favourite for bedroom games. Keara found a blush creeping onto her face as she remembered how she had slept last night, clad head to toe in leather and bound tighter than she had ever experienced before. All so that Pantea could use her as a snuggle toy through long hours of rest.
Heat pulsed from her face. The bloody things that the succubus had whispered to her had had her writhing in her bonds, growling curses at the bloody belt that locked her away from herself.
Keara looked up for a moment, the veil hopefully obscuring her blush. Tatiana caught Keara’s eyes and waved at her, beaming a smile that seemed utterly out of place with the reality of being enslaved by a succubus. Keara felt her lips quirk in a blink and you miss it sort of smile. But then, that just seemed to be Tatiana all over.
Tatiana as the sort of overwhelmingly positive and energetic friend that almost, almost could make Keara forget that she had been abducted against her will and imprisoned in the literal Pits of Hell by a virtual personification of all that was lustful and desirable in a playmate. It was quite the tall order to forget, and Tatiana was just that…good? Friendly? Keara wasn’t certain, only that the human had a gift for calming her down. The ludicrous sight of her in that odd hat, wearing nothing else save a bikini, had drawn an involuntary chuckle during their walk around. Which Tatiana had expertly drawn out into a real, genuine flash of a smile.
It was odd. Keara had never really considered the possibility of befriending a human before. She had met many of them, in Faerie, but they had always been lesser. The Pets, playmates, and pleasure captives of her mother or other Elves. Not equal, never equal. And that was how she had always interacted with them. Enjoying their company yes, but never thinking of them as anything more than pleasing toys to luxuriate in as the mood struck.
Perhaps this was something of what Lanea had always tried to explain whenever Keara had asked her why she was so fascinated by mankind.
In any event, Keara found herself liking the odd blonde woman who had seemingly appointed herself Keara’s best friend. Her breezy confidence helped, a lot. To her there was nothing wrong with strutting around in a bikini, collar, and hat, and some small measure of that self-confidence had rubbed off on Keara. She still wanted her own clothes back, she still felt far too exposed, but somehow she had managed to not let the feeling overwhelm her in the time since her escape.
But really, it was only when Pantea ordered her into the harem outfit she wore now that Keara realized how much had changed. That one outfit had held such a large degree of apprehension for her, that day in the closet, and Keara knew with hindsight that she likely would have broken down entirely if Pantea had forced her into that. Responded with desperate violence and flight to avoid being made into a harem slave by this…by a…by Pantea…
But now after days spent in a place that encouraged her every thought to be tinged with sensual desire, days spent with the confident Tatiana, and so much time spent in Pantea’s bonds, Keara found that dressing in the outfit was not as damaging to her sense of self as she might have thought. Oh she couldn’t stop glaring at each piece as it went on, and certainly her dressing in the outfit was nowhere near the sensuality that she could have brought to bear had she willed it, but still. Progress. She barely flinched when the colour of her chastity belt and wrist and ankles fetters suddenly flared from silver to gold. She shifted from side to side, the soft clinking of her chains complimenting the subtle and pleasant feel of the silken veils trailing across her skin. It was, Keara had to admit, a very nice outfit that simply screamed sex appeal and submission.
And she only spent a minute or so fantasizing about forcing Pantea into this bloody outfit. Towering over the demoness and ordering her to dress as a harem slave with the sort of imperious tone that Keara had never mastered. Making her put on a show for Keara while the Elf would lounge with an arrogant air in some domineering looking chair nearby. How she would make all sorts of comments that would underline just how Pantea was utterly within her power.
And then, when Pantea was draped in silk, the bondage. Tight Faerie steel cuffs and ankle fetters, and a dildo gag to suck on for extra humiliation. Not so related to the harem look as Keara’s own silk gag, but she wanted the succubus sucking on something. Make her feel how Keara felt. Chaining her up and making her act the part, making her dance for Keara’s own enjoyment. Of course, the bloody demoness would probably enjoy it all the same, which just annoyed Keara more, but it was the principle of the thing. If she ever made it out of here…
Keara swallowed, the movement mostly hidden by veil and gag, and then forcibly injected her will into the thought. When she made it out of here. When. She wasn’t going to be here forever. She would escape from Pantea’s clutches. And when she did…
“Alright Keara,” Pantea’s eyes brazenly drank in the sight of the captive Elf, clearly enjoying herself as she plucked a grape from the tray offered by the human male she seemed to like so much, Jake. The boy did his best, but Keara could see him darting glances at her. Being the object of human desire was nothing new of course, but being that when restrained was still a weird enough feeling that Keara felt herself flush a little more. “You’ve been so well behaved these last few days…”
Keara smouldered but said nothing as colour flooded fully to her cheeks, simply shifting her feet a little and growling a little through the gag at the sense of pleasure that crept into her mind at the feeling of the silken garments. At the brief thrill of pleasure she felt at being complimented on her behaviour by Pantea. The way that Pantea looked at her. Suddenly she was rather thankful for the veil.
“…that I’ve decided to give you a chance to earn your way out of that chastity belt you’re wearing.”
Keara’s heart suddenly hammered its way towards her throat, and she couldn’t stop the shiver of need and anticipation that rippled through her body. It had been bad enough to be stuck in the hellish pleasure pit that was Pantea’s home, and deeply humiliating to be taken and used like a toy. But for all that, being in chastity was far worse. Living in Faerie, there had never been a need or a desire to deny oneself the pleasures of life. Especially with human captives and pets to play with, such things as enforced chastity were simply unheard of for Elves. Human pets could of course be placed in such devices, but even for them it was not typical to deny all pleasure, rather just a means of controlling when and how.
That inability to obtain release ever since her escape attempt had been a nearly insurmountable block to any real thought of another attempt. She needed to get the damned belt off. Her mind suddenly could concentrate on nothing else but attending to Pantea’s next words. And so Keara fixed a desperately hopeful gaze on Pantea, hoping that the succubus couldn’t sense just how frantic with need she had been made. It shamed her how swiftly her focus had come to be on her pleasure, and terrified her too that she was falling more deeply into Pantea’s clutches. And of course, Keara was cursing vilely at the tiny sliver of her, growing in little spurts ever since her kidnapping, that wanted to fall at Pantea’s feet and confess her undying devotion to the demoness. To toss aside all the cares and hopes she had of a place outside of the Infernal Realms, and pledge herself to Pantea.
It was a little voice that she had begun to notice after her escape attempt. Something that seemed to have crawled into her psyche while she was incapacitated with pleasure. A little mental reminder that did its best to chip away at Keara’s resolve. A little piece of the demoness lodged on the fringes of Keara’s mind. Doing Pantea’s work even without the succubus actively attempting to circumvent Keara’s mental defences. After all, no need to tire herself out if Keara was starting to crack.
Keara strangled the voice and buried it deep within herself, ignoring it as best she could.
Pantea smiled, her eyes dancing as if perfectly aware of Keara’s inner struggle, and lounged back in her chair, “You have fifteen minutes. Show me what you got.”
Keara kept staring at her through the veil for a moment, her arms wrapped as best they could be, chained as they were, around herself. The whole costume told her exactly what Pantea had in mind for her to win free of the chastity belt, and she shivered as her eyes flew from person to person. There were so many! Too many!! She couldn’t do this, it was too much. Too bloody much.
Keara squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself shudder. Her hands dug into her upper arms as she gritted her teeth through the gag. She needed to do this. She needed to earn out of this thrice cursed chastity belt before she went absolutely mental. A small concession. A small step of obedience to Pantea. That was the only way to preserve herself. To give Keara a chance sometime in the future. If she ever wanted out and away from this place she needed to…dance…
With her arms still wrapped around her, chains pulled taught, and eyes shut, Keara began to sway. Gently at first, just her hips moving in time with a slow beat she fashioned in her head. She did her best to breathe, just breathe normally, and began to take small little steps. Just tracing a circle small enough that it barely seemed like she was moving from place to place at all. But she was, chains tinkling against the ground, and her hips and feet shifted in time to the beat in her mind. A small beginning. But enough. Enough to focus her mind, calm herself, and begin to build.
And as she began to move, began to feel some of the pent up tensions and frustration from days spent in Pantea’s alluring company flow away from her, Keara couldn’t help her lips quirking into a small smile around her cleave gag. She loved dancing. Ever since she was a child she had loved the music of movement, and adored dancing outdoors through the forests of Faerie. It was something she could do on her own, that she was good at, and that no one could take from her. The lithe, sensual movements that she went through, were one set of hundreds, thousands that she had learned back in Faerie.
She felt her limbs shifting, moving a little quicker now. Eyes still closed, she could feel herself beginning to radiate her own alluring sensuality. It was what she needed, a comforting familiarity that made the dance so much more. Every movement became more graceful, more attention-grabbing. Every clink of chain, every flutter of silk, all of it was a part of her movements. All of it built upon itself, fused with Elven sensuality, and whirled out into the room to capture attention. To ensnare thought. To cultivate and to stoke desire. Keara could feel the attention on her beginning to sharpen. Every eye in the room was going to be on her when she opened her own.
Keara slowly raised her arms from their hug around her body, the chains tinkling as they went above her head. They drifted upwards, seeming to run over the silk and linger in areas that onlookers lusted to touch but could not. Her hands traced the outlines of her neck, flicked and hinted at the contours of her face behind the veil. Egging on all those who watched. She undulated her hips and torso then, thrusting her hands skyward while holding them together, and her eyes flashed open. And locked with Pantea’s own.
That was the thing about dancing. A good deal of it was about the movement, about the mental planning and calculations that went into a successful routine. But this sort of dancing needed something else. It needed Keara’s eyes. Eyes that were the window into her conflicted, turbulent soul. Eyes that poured forth a potent mix of anger, nervousness, pleasure, shame, lust, and raw unbridled Elven sensuality. Eyes that sent that intoxicating mix of emotions straight at Pantea, whose affected indolent posture ended in a sudden predatory snap forward. Her tail writhed behind her, almost snake like as it swayed with hypnotic movements. The succubus’ eyes were locked to Keara’s own, and her smile widened. Lust, desire, and all sorts of unspoken promises of what Keara could earn for herself flowed back from Pantea, and the Elf shuddered but did not stop dancing. Did not stop even when the barest threads of a surprising emotion almost made her choke. Made her want to just stop and stare at the demoness in consternation.
Pantea was feeling protective?? Of Keara??
The shock at feeling that tiny thread underneath all the passion and desire Keara was receiving from the succubus nearly made her trip in her chains. Pantea’s lips quivered as Keara recovered herself, and the Elf broke eye contact to conduct a slow sultry spin. Chains jingling and silk fluttering, the picture perfect image of a harem slave dancer. Keara did it more to centre herself, and wrestle with the sudden odd realization that, just as when Pantea had seen the memories of her being bullied, the succubus seemed to actually…care. Not just about Keara as a captive, as a slave prospect, but as, well, herself.
And wasn’t that a bloody confusing thing to realize about her kidnapper.
Keara’s spin completed, and she sank partially down crouch on the balls of her feet, veils draped elegantly and positioned just so, with her arms creating another barrier with the silk that covered them. Between her and Pantea. She could still see the demoness through the layers of gauzy material, and Pantea’s eyes found her own easily enough. Throbbing desire, promises of pleasure, domineering control, all the emotions and thoughts that Keara expected were there. But that thread of protective, almost caring, ownership was there too.
And Keara couldn’t help but respond to it.
Keara took a deep breath, and bit down fiercely into her cleave gag. She could do this.
When she rose from her crouch, it was with all the grace and elegance of the most gifted dancers. Her feet seemed almost to drift upon the floor of their own accord, taking her forward, then to the side, then back, and forward again, the metallic clinking of her ankle chains a charming accompaniment. Her arms meanwhile flowed from one pose to the next, accentuating her torso’s movements as they flew through a dance of their own. Keara’s eyes burned with concentration now, and she was wholly consumed with the execution of her dance routine that she was cobbling together on the fly.
Which was just as well, because if the shy Elf maiden had really thought about every eye in the room being fastened to her, she almost certainly would have panicked and been unable to continue.
But the dance itself served to occupy her mind, just as her movements and the raw sensuality that flowed freely from her made it nearly impossible for anyone in the room to tear their gaze away from her. She swayed on her feet, the speed of her movements slowing fractionally as her steps carried her inch by inch closer. Closer to the demoness who had captured her. To the succubus who sought to enslave her. To Pantea…who cared for her in a way that Keara refused to grapple with just now. The important thing was that Pantea felt something for Keara that few beings outside of her family had ever felt. And that was important to the girl.
Keara whirled then, closing a distance of two paces through the movement, and detaching the veil that covered her hair as she did so. Her auburn locks flowed freely out as she twirled the veil up into a line of silk and cast it. Right into Pantea’s lap.
The succubus flashed Keara a smile with such heat that the Elf almost took a step backwards. But she held firm to where she was, undulating her hips back and forth to a beat that only she could hear. Pantea’s fingers closed around the length of silk, and Keara flashed her own lightning quick smile over her silken gag and pulled on it. Pantea came up from her seat with a hungry growl, her boots clicking decisively on the floor. Her tail lashed back and forth at the side. Oh yes, she was enjoying the dance. Keara felt a thrill then, but ignored it as best she could. Now was not the time to get caught up in her own head and fail. Not when she was so close.
Keara retreated, pulling Pantea in her wake, continuing to move in sinuous, sensual, patterns. Enticing Pantea the huntress to come out onto the floor. Once she was at a spot that Keara deemed far enough she released her end of the silk with a little flick, letting it fly up and settle across Pantea’s shoulder. Keara turned most of the way around, looked back over her shoulder towards Pantea and, driven on by the sensual energy that now permeated the room, gave her a saucy wink.
A lightning bolt of raw lust slammed into her, and a moment later Pantea’s tail snaked out and snared around Keara’s waist. But rather than freezing up, or trembling with fear or rage, Keara continued her movements. Rocking her hips and running a hand teasingly up and down the tail, turning around again to deliver her best attempt at a seductive grin. Her chains clinked as she slowly shifted backwards, until she made the barest of contact with Pantea’s body, allowed the smallest most seductive moan she could muster escape her lips, before sashaying away.
Keara thrilled as she heard the tiniest growl come from her succubus captor. She wasn’t the only one who was wanting. The tail tightened for a moment before almost reluctantly loosening. Keara swirled around, her dance taking her in a slow gradual circle with Pantea at its centre. The succubus stayed facing forward, as though aware of how Keara wanted to dance, and willing to let the Elf girl have this moment. Her tail danced and swayed near Keara though as she edged out of Pantea’s sight, and Keara found her hands rising to play with it, trailing light touches across it with her manacled hands. At the moment when she was completely and fully behind Pantea, hardly daring to think through what she was doing, she cupped the tail in both her hands, and darted a quick, but sweet kiss across it.
Her cheeks flamed a little as she felt the gazes of the human thralls behind her. Damnation, she wanted out of the bloody chastity. That’s all it was!
But there was no time to crush any internal doubts, or to have them. The kiss was done. The tail shuddered a little and Pantea’s head twitched as though she was about to turn around. For a single moment the tail curled and snatched the d-ring of Keara’s collar, holding the Elf maiden still for one brief crystal moment. And then, again reluctantly, Keara was released and whirled away. Keara’s feet swept her onwards, her hips and shoulders moving to a slower beat now. Less frantic with movement, but all the more sensual for the slow curves and twists that she began to feed into her routine. She trailed a daring pair of fingers, and the silk of a veil, across Pantea’s naked shoulder, lingering for just a moment longer than an accidental touch could have justified, and then was past. And dancing once more before her.
But not away and in front of her. No, now Keara danced within easy distance of the succubus. At any moment Pantea could have stretched out and snatched her, pulling her with her tail or arm into an embrace. Keara’s routine took her in close in planned excursions, always making certain that some part of her, silken garment or trembling flitting hand touches, brushed across Pantea. Across her shoulders, her arms, daringly once across her stomach. Lust radiated out from the succubus, enfolding both of them within its influence, twinning with Keara’s own Elven sensuality, and becoming all the more potent. Keara knew that every eye in the place was fixed on the pair of them, the human thralls unable to tear their gazes away for a single moment.
It was time then.
Keara whirled in again, fingers flicking out to trace along Pantea’s stomach. Up over her leather bustier to dance ever so lightly and for no more than a pair of moments across her breasts. Another bubbling growl of need rumbled in Pantea’s throat, and Keara flashed her eyes up to the succubus’ own. Though the eye contact lasted for just a handful of seconds, it once more seared the emotions and desires of both of them across. Keara could feel Pantea, just as she had at the beginning of the dance. Throbbing desire, bottomless promises of pleasure, predatory ownership, and again that clear protective care that buzzed within her everytime she met Keara’s eyes.
Even as her legs and hips continued to dance in place, continued to draw attention to the lithe sensuality of her movements, Keara shifted in closer, her moving body mere inches from Pantea’s own. She twirled in a slow circle then, breaking the eye contact that so enthralled both of them. Whirling around. Once. Twice. Thrice. Faster, and faster she moved, the slap of her bare feet on the floor, the clink of chains, her breathing, all of it part of the inner song she had composed.
All of it building towards a crescendo.
As she whirled for the sixth time, her hands flashed out. One arm snaked around Pantea’s waist, pressing the demoness suddenly against her body. The other trailed across Pantea’s neck before settling behind her head. And then Keara pivoted, the music in her mind trumpeting the finale, and swept Pantea down so that she almost rested fully on her heels and Keara’s arms. Keara’s breath shuddered out of her, her eyes wide, and her teeth clenched fiercely around the silken cleave gag. Her face was perhaps six inches from Pantea’s own. It was perfect. It was exactly what the music needed, what the dance had demanded. For one brief, perfect moment, all was stillness. All was silence.
“Oh…” Pantea murmured. Her tail slithered up and around Keara’s waist, settling into place around her with an oddly pleasant familiarity. Pantea’s eyes lidded and her hands came up. One cupped the back of Keara’s head. The other tugged her gag down around her neck, “…Oh, you gorgeous, saucy, minx of an Elf.” And then Keara was pulled into her, and Pantea’s lips met her own, and the music in her head finally came to its beautiful, natural end.
Keara was able to maintain the position for a dozen heartbeats. A dozen heartbeats of holding Pantea like a dancing partner, and not like a conniving, kidnapping demoness. Holding her tightly to her, shivering with an intimacy that had stolen over them both as the dance concluded. Feeling the warmth of the succubus against her, around her waist, and invading her mouth with Pantea’s fiery, hungry desire.
A dozen heartbeats.
And then Pantea surged forward. Her boots touched ground, and it was her turn to wrap arms around Keara. Her tail never let go, and Keara was suddenly borne to the floor by Pantea’s weight. Moments before her head slammed back into the stone she knew waited below, a soft plush material was suddenly beneath her. Cushioning her fall for a few brief moments as Pantea continued to kiss her. Continued to hold her, press her tightly to the red skin and black leather that Keara secretly enjoyed seeing so much. Now down on the ground, Pantea’s tail writhed along Keara’s thighs, constricting and throbbing across one and then the other. All once more was stillness as Keara and Pantea kissed.
Pantea broke the kiss then, rising a little away to be able to gaze into Keara’s eyes once more. Keara, for her part, looked up at her captor in an almost dazed sort of wonder. Pantea gently flicked loose strands of Keara’s auburn hair back from her face, trailing her fingers then along Keara’s jawline. Keara made a soft little mewling squeak, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, before opening again as Pantea cupped her cheek.
“You are worth every moment, my sweet Baby Elf.” Pantea murmured, her fingers stroking Keara’s face. “That dance was exquisite my pet. I think,” her fingers brushed down Keara’s cheek, curved under her jaw, and brought her chin up so that Pantea could give her another warm kiss, “I think I’m going to make this a regular thing. You are a truly wonderful dancer Keara, and that deserves to be seen,” She chuckled warmly as Keara flushed, “A compliment earned thrice over pet. As I think,” She straightened a little more, obviously welcoming more public scrutiny from her thralls, “all here can attest to, right?”
Enthusiastic applause and good natured congratulations rang out from all around. Keara blushed deeply and squirmed beneath Pantea, while the demoness smiled down at her and moved her hips in a most frustrating way overtop of Keara’s hips and the damned chastity belt. Keara didn’t bother struggling more than that. The dance and the energy behind it had sucked a fair amount out of her, and she was content enough to just lie on the floor. Even if it did mean that Pantea was on top of her, grinning down at her like a pleased owner. One bloody battle at a time, and Keara felt she had more than earned a bit of slack from herself.
This was enjoyable, so she was going to enjoy it.
Keara wasn’t sure how long she lay there, only that her awareness slowly sharpened as Pantea’s weight suddenly shifted and disappeared. Warm hands took her own and gently pulled her to her feet, the weight of Pantea’s tail oddly…comforting as it wrapped around her waist again to assist in bringing her upright. Commands had evidently been given though, because when Keara looked around the room was just about empty. Just Jake and Tatiana. Jake was staring at her, but Tatiana flicked him on the nose and then grabbed his collar to pull him away, muttering to him.
Keara very nearly giggled. Like actually giggled. How Tatiana just seemed to know how to make Keara more comfortable, she hadn’t the faintest idea.
Then red fingers gently turned Keara by the chin until her lips met Pantea’s own, and for another few moments nothing else penetrated Keara’s thoughts at all. When the kiss was done Pantea gently tugged at the silk gag around Keara’s neck and cocked an eyebrow. Keara’s mouth opened to receive her gag again, with Pantea making a pleased little noise as she re-knotted it.
One battle at a time. Keara turned murderous mental eyes on the little voice that seemed to chortle in a satisfied way at her enjoyment of Pantea’s attention. More mental walls. More furious stomping. This was not surrender, she sternly told herself as she pressed herself against Pantea. She was allowed. This moment.
Pantea’s tail unraveled from around her and then snaked up to gently but firmly hook itself onto Keara’s collar. The demoness gave her a satisfied grin, and then her tail gave a tug, “Follow me Baby Elf…and watch your step.”
Keara gave a mumbled moan and took a pair of steps forward, following in the wake of her demon mistress. As she went to take a third step Pantea gave a flick of her fingers over her shoulder, turning her head in profile to Keara, and Keara’s ankle and wrist chains suddenly lost most of their connecting links. Her wrists snapped quickly to the chastity belt, holding them to her hips. Her ankles snapped towards each other, a couple of links making them almost directly connected. And Keara let out a most unladylike squeal of surprise as she found herself hopping around trying to regain her balance.
And Pantea just stood there, with that hungry, pleased smile on her face, as her tail continued to make small tugs on her collar, preventing Keara from ever regaining her balance enough to stop hopping. And, though Keara was not overly blessed in the bust department, her harem outfit still made her breasts shift and move in a way that Pantea probably loved, and that Keara found mortifying. Within moments her face was blushing fiercely as she squeaked and squealed and hopped around. Pantea continued to stroll down the hallway, her tail never letting up pressure. Never letting Keara recover. Always keeping the Elf off balance.
Really summed up Keara’s entire experience with the succubus thus far, a tiny corner of her mind noted.
Keara kept hopping, not paying attention to where the persistent pressure of the tail was leading her. In addition to everything else, the hopping motion was doing interesting, pleasurable things to the plugs attached to the chastity belt. After the sexual energy that had flowed about during the dance, it was all Keara could do to concentrate on moving and not crumpling to the floor in a moaning, thrusting mess.
So, when Keara hopped once more, it came as a sudden surprise when her momentum carried her directly into the warm and partly leathery embrace of Pantea, her gloved hands, and the gorgeous black leather and red skin that set Keara throbbing. Keara let out a gasp into her gag, and then moaned as the tail that had been pulling her thither and yon released her collar and once more wrapped snugly around her waist.
Pantea chuckled, one hand settled along Keara’s back, the other sensually tracing along the captive Elf’s jawline, “It’s the oddest things that can deliver comfort and pleasure all at once, isn’t it Baby Elf.” Her tail tightened momentarily to underline her point, and Keara moaned again through her gag. She felt herself settle gratefully against Pantea, relieved to be done with the surprisingly demanding hopping. Pantea hugged her tightly to her, a warm kiss against her forehead, and then opened a door that Keara only just realized they had been standing against. Over Pantea’s shoulder she saw a sumptuously large bed, all fixed up with what looked like latex and leather coverings. A nearby wardrobe, its doors open wide, fairly seemed to groan with the weight of leather, rubber, and latex bondage toys and restraints.
The whole scene painted in ever changing colours by the roiling clouds above that had replaced whatever ceiling the room normally might have had. It might have been the chamber that Pantea had first bound and played with Keara in, it might not have been. Pantea’s realm was so bloody shifty and sly, much like its Mistress, that Keara was on the verge of simply accepting that nothing was ever fixed.
Bloody woman. Bloody conniving, tricky…sexy…demoness.
Keara flushed, but didn’t push away from Pantea. The chastity belt seemed to gather further weight and heat to itself, and Keara found herself pressing her hips forcefully against Pantea. She opened her mouth around her cleave gag as though to speak, but Pantea beat her to it by hooking a finger behind the cleave gag, pulling it down, and delivering another burningly passionate kiss that left Keara reeling on her feet. If Pantea hadn’t been holding her, if her tail hadn’t been wrapped so securely and…and pleasurably…around Keara, the Elf would have collapsed.
Pantea broke the kiss then, with her eyes closed and ran her tongue over her lips, seeming to savour whatever taste Keara had left behind. For her part Keara squirmed against the wrist and ankle restraints, her struggles still infused with her Elven sensuality, magnified by the dance. Still potent enough that Pantea’s eyes snapped back open and seemed to bore into Keara’s own. Impressing upon the Elf maiden just how much, how deeply, Pantea wanted her. Desired her. Intended to have her.
Keara swallowed. She opened her mouth to say something, she wasn’t sure what exactly, but Pantea flicked a soft finger under her chin, closing her mouth with a soft click of teeth.
“A promise is a promise, Baby Elf. Keara.” Pantea paused for a moment, and Keara suddenly moaned. A short sharp “Oh!” as the chastity belt unlocked and pulled away from her. The plugs that had been her near constant companion for days withdrew, and Keara was suddenly free of the hated chastity and its constant throbbing tease. Pantea’s finger beneath her chin prevented any further words, and the demoness was concentrating still. Keara’s arms, freed of their wrist fetters, were drawn back into the snug embrace of a leather armbinder. The material settled into place, tightened, and then eased slightly as the laces knotted themselves together and settled.
“You, my gorgeous Elven minx, have earned your freedom from chastity.” Pantea murmured, nuzzling her lips against Keara’s neck, “More than that you have earned a night of pleasure with your Mistress. And a special prize as well, just for tonight.”
Keara struggled against the armbinder, at this point more for form than anything else as she enjoyed the restriction, the security, of Pantea’s embrace and bondage.
“That truly was an impressive dance my pet. More than I dared hope you would give me.” Kisses were planted along Keara’s neck, slowly working up from collarbone towards her jaw. Keara let out a plaintive, pleased, moan as Pantea’s fingers traced along one of her ears, and Pantea smiled against her skin, “Because you put such effort in, because you worked so hard to impress me, you’ve earned a reprieve. One night only, my pet. But for tonight, you may truly relax with me.”
Pantea pressed herself closer to Keara, her kisses ending just shy of Keara’s mouth as she continued to speak, “No games. No trickery. Tonight, I shall show you pleasure without strings attached. The pleasure to be had as a submissive.” Then her lips met Keara’s again, a slower pulsating kiss, before she drew her head back to gaze into Keara’s eyes again. Pantea’s eyes seemed suddenly much bigger. Certainly deeper, and Keara found herself drawn into them, “A taste of what could be yours, Keara, should you decide to surrender. But tonight you need not fear for your mental defences, nor your ultimate place in my realm, in my household. A truce, my pet.”
Keara shuddered against Pantea, eyes wide, and opened her mouth. Her struggle must have been evident on her face, as Pantea’s fingers once again rescued her from a response. They cupped Keara’s chin and the demoness’ words flowed over her in a breathy exhalation of desire, “Hush now Baby Elf. Our struggle continues tomorrow. For tonight, let me show you.”
Keara trembled once more, her arms squirming behind her. She looked down at Pantea, at the diminutive succubus who had kidnapped her, captivated her, and…and genuinely seemed to care for her. Whatever else she might feel for Keara, might have planned for Keara, that was something that Keara could cling too.
The succubus cared.
Pantea cared.
And so, without words, Keara nodded.
Lanea had to force herself not to pace back and forth, much as she wanted to. Such action would hardly inspire confidence among her companions, and would needlessly surrender information to the person she had come to see.
She stood in a copse of dead looking trees, their trunks blasted and burned by some long ago tragedy. The land around the copse appeared dead and empty, though Lanea had long experience with how false a perception that truly was. The borderlands of the Infernal Realms were never truly devoid of life, and tended to be home to creatures that ensured trespassers met with an appropriately messy demise.
Though such creatures had not encountered an Elven warparty in many a century. Not encountered and lived to tell, at any rate.
The Twins, Alfreda and Aerin, were even now hiding away the monstrous corpse of whatever thing had called the hilltop copse of trees home. Some abomination that combined some of the worst aspects of spider, scorpion, and wolf. The Twins had flushed it from its burrow, enraging and distracting it with their darting attacks, and allowing Taran to decapitate the horror in a single blow from his sword. Taran was keeping watch while the Twins worked.
Which left Tara, Kaedan, Orist and…their ‘guest.’
Lanea sighed silently. She so utterly detested having to approach a Broker, not least because of the harm it might do to the secrecy of her mission.
Brokers were outcasts of the Infernal Realms, and indeed from most of the other planes as well. Creatures that made their way in the world by selling, acquiring, and bartering for information. No one would know more about the up to date goings on in the Infernal Realms as a Broker. And much as it galled Lanea, she had neither the time nor the strength to simply rampage through every last Pit in search of her daughter. Moreover the first week of the hunt had led them all over the borderlands, as Orist attempted to narrow down where the quarry had gone. But all the threads were a confused tangle once the party neared the true Infernal Realms. Lanea needed to know what manner of demon had spirited Keara away. She needed a target. And she needed a proper trail.
And if he knew what was good for him, Maurice was going to give her that.
The Broker she had found was human, a rarity but not incredibly so in the borderlands around the Infernal Realms. Likely he was an escapee from a raiding party, or perhaps a castoff from some seduction by a succubi or incubi. In any case, Maurice had been resident in the borderlands long enough to become something of a fixture. He was a shifty, treacherous little fellow, as all denizens of the Infernal Realms were, but he had assembled and maintained a respectable knowledge of the politics of the place. And the comings and goings of its significant personages.
A muffled shriek sounded from behind her, and Lanea turned back around to view the interrogation.
Maurice had been stripped of every last shred of clothing, to ensure he was concealing nothing that might aid him in escape, subterfuge, or resistance. He had been stood against a tree and lashed tightly to it, his arms around the blackened trunk with Elven rope holding him at wrists, ankles, calves and waist. A leather gag plugged his mouth for the moment, and a heavy blindfold ensured that he could not, as yet, identify any of her folk. Or her.
The last thing Lanea needed was for the presence of the Elven Mistress of the Portals to become widely known in the Infernal Realms. Such a situation would bring…difficulties.
Tara was standing next to Maurice, one hand latched to the side of the man’s head and the other gripping his raging erection. She alternated squeezing one or the other, all the while chanting softly to herself. Wringing shrieks and screams, pleasure, pain, and fear, from the man. Kaedan was watching dispassionately from nearby, his sword out and ready should the Broker prove to be a more potent opponent than expected. Orist, for his part, crouched nearby with his hands still doing their odd dance. A Tracker, once on the hunt, could never truly remove his attention from the vageries of the Paths and Portals. To do so would risk not being able to rapidly find their way home once more, and having to wait a dangerous period while Orist reacquired a safe course. Better to need to defend him while they moved than that.
Lanea slowly approached the bound man, a brief signal to Kaedan had him make his way out to the edge of the copse to maintain a watch. Tara’s murmurings grew slightly in volume, her voice retreating from its domineering tone to one more soothing. Her hands expertly gripped and released, gripped and released, and as Lanea finally came close to the pair of them Maurice was panting heavily into his gag, unable to control the drool that seeped out and around from falling on himself and the ground.
“You will answer my Lady’s questions,” Tara murmured to the Broker, “You will answer them, and then you will have release, yes?”
Maurice nodded with a spasm of movement and another moan as Tara withdrew her hand from his head and wrenched the leather bit gag free to dangle around his neck.
“You have knowledge of all the Realms within these blasted lands?”
Maurice licked at his lips for a moment, his head turning until his blindfolded eyes were pointed at Lanea, “I…I do Lady.” His voice rasped with need.
“I am interested in some particular activity. A particular person.” Lanea took a breath, “An Elf.”
“An Elf?” Maurice’s head twitched, and Tara’s hand tightened on his erection, drawing a moan from him, “H-here?”
Lanea was about to respond when a small flicker of motion drew her attention. A small spider had nestled itself into the tree just above the human’s head. Its gaze fixed on Lanea, before briefly tracking over to take in Tara, Orist, and then beyond. Looking out to where Kaedan and the others no doubt were standing. And then it returned to Lanea. And remained there. Motionless. Watching.
Lanea let herself formulate a string of mental curses before flicking a tiny tendril of willpower out towards the creature, squashing it flat in a tiny welter of guts.
Damnation. Damnation. It was too bloody soon for this. Too bloody soon for her to be discovered.
Lanea was still for a moment. Then her hand flashed out and delivered a hard slap across the Broker’s face, wrenching it to the side and causing the man to cry out.
“What do you know about this?” The question came, hard and low, almost growled out.
“I-Aaaaahhh,” His voice petered out for a moment as Tara’s hand pulsed along his shaft, making him thrust against his ropes, “I don’t…mmmmmm…please…”
Lanea struck him again. And again. After each time letting Tara build him back up with her hand, and with her caressing mental touch. Digging away at the Broker’s resolve with pleasure and pain together. Much as she simply wanted to tear the information from his mind, to do so would risk long term damage. To him, to her, to her standing, and to the ability for her folk to obtain information in the future. Interrogating him like this was a compromise, and like all compromises, it left no one especially satisfied.
A few more blows were needed of course. Maurice had his professional reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just give her what she wanted after all.
“Y.yes…” he slurred out, head hanging limply while he struggled against his bonds. “I’ve heard a…a whisper or two.”
“Mmmmm,” Lanea trailed her hand down his naked form, reinforcing his admission with the thrill of her touch, “Better, Broker. Much better. So you know that an Elf has been taken. Yes?”
Maurice bobbed his head in agreement, grunting along as Tara matched his head bobbing with movements of her hand up and down his raging erection.
“What creature took this Elf?”
Maurice shook his head. Lanea grimaced and flicked her fingers. Clamps shot out of a small bag on her back and latched tightly onto the Broker’s nipples, causing the man to cry out just as Lanea delivered another blow. It was softer than the preceding ones, as a gesture towards his cooperation. Tara’s hand continued its movements, drawing some of the pain away, reminding Maurice that pleasure waited for him if he would just cooperate.
“I ask again Broker. What. Took. Her?”
“Ahhhh…h-heard…”the battered man did his best to shake himself in his bonds, “h-heard…”
“My Lady!”
Lanea silently snarled as she whirled around to see Kaedan dashing back into the copse. He halted and gave a quick bow, “Apologies my Lady. A raiding party of some infernal rabble approaches. They’ll be upon us in but a minute.”
“Fine. We’ll take what we can get.” Lanea dismissed him for a moment, turning back to Maurice and grabbing the man by his chin, “Now then Broker, you have precisely ten seconds to give my Tracker a clear path to the thing that took the Elf we are after.” Her grip tightened for a moment, “And whatever you may have heard about the pleasure Elves may provide, and other such tales, just know that if you steer us wrong I shall return for you. And you’ll wish that one of the denizens of these lands found you instead. Clear?”
Maurice nodded, not daring to make any other response.
Lanea looked over to Orist, “Tracker. Take his guidance and find us a path. This shouldn’t take long.”
With that she spun on her heels and headed out towards the growing din that was the sure sign of a demonic raiding party. Perhaps the party intended to raid some other Pit. Perhaps they were indeed on their way out of the Realms to strike at another plain. Such was the nature of the violent creatures that dwelt down here.
It was merely misfortune that they had come upon Lanea and her companions. Misfortune for them, that was.
Lanea cleared the trees and launched herself into the air, adjusting her flight path with small effortless exertions of her will. The scene below her crystalized in an instant.
Demons, of varied forms, were packed fairly close together. Perhaps fifty of them, though only a dozen were the truly hulking monstrosities that Lanea knew well. Most of the others appeared to be more scavenger and cowardly strikers than anything else. Monstrous forms abounded, though none possessed the nightmare qualities that the spider-scorpion-wolf creature had. These were much more typical of the lower class of demons. They would hardly be missed by the powerful.
All were armoured and armed in the eclectic displays of a dozen or more different types that was typical of such raiding parties. All of them were intent on the path forward. None of them were looking up. None at all.
Lanea sliced down out of the dead sky like an avenging falcon, her Elven blade eviscerating one of the monstrously sized demons from snout to waist in an eyeblink. A welter of gore fountained out and around, even as Lanea spun herself and her flickering blade in a circle, taking a few of the smaller creatures as she did so. Even as she completed her circle she heard the thrum of a pair of Elven warbows, and another monstrous form bellowed in rage and pain as a pair of arrows took it deep in the stomach.
The rest of the raiding party drew back for a moment, in consternation at the Elf Lady that had appeared in their midst, and their dead companions. Behind Lanea, Taran and Kaedan both came bounding forward, Elven steel gleaming brightly in their hands. The Twins remained out of sight, but Lanea paid them little mind. They knew their business well enough. She back up a pair of steps, placing herself in the centre of a thrusting triangle with Taran and Kaedan before tilting her head back and letting out a shriek of battle fury that felt far more cathartic than she had expected.
Before her the demons had rallied, and let out bellowing challenges of their own. Brandishing their weapons and, in one case simply picking up some of their smaller brethren to hurl towards the hated Elves, the demons closed with the trio. Lanea found a fierce, wolfish smile had stretched her lips.
Let her watch. The thought lanced out from Lanea in the seconds before battle was joined. Let her watch and see what I will bring upon this place until I have Keara back.
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