Revenge On The Dark Elf Queen

A hiss escaped Laesra's lips as she was thrown to the ground at the foot of the throne. After squeezing her eyes shut to try to block out the pain, her gaze slowly moved up the pitch-black steps of the Matron Mother's seat.

"Laesra Myrret," came the voice of the drow monarch, Tathlyn Khalazza. As she sat on the royal chair carved from obsidian, her face was devoid of emotion, she said, "You stand accused of plotting to assassinate me. Multiple witnesses have come forward attesting to your guilt. What do you have to say in your defense?"

After struggling into a kneeling position, Laesra gritted her teeth as she chose her next words carefully. Her vision darted around the room as she looked at the faces of the other drow women who had gathered to watch her ordeal. Most had the decency to avoid Laesra's gaze as she stared daggers at the so-called witnesses. Every person in this room knew that Laesra was innocent, yet they said nothing. She knew that this "trial" was merely a formality, but if there was any chance that she could get out of this situation, Laesra had to take it.

"Matron Mother," she began, "As a member of House Myrret, I have served as a guard to the members of House Khalazza for decades. I have performed my duties loyally for many years, and I ask that you accept my plea of innocence. I have no knowledge or part in any plot on your life. I am your faithful servant."

"You were my faithful servant," Talthyn replied flatly, "And it appears you have used your station to gather a slew of male underlings -- likely through the use of your whore body."

Laesra's mouth fell open in shock. She knew that the drow queen would fabricate some excuse to pin the guilt on Laesra, but she never imagined that the monarch would have chosen a reason that was so insulting. With a simple gesture, Tathlyn ordered two male guards to carry in a small wooden platform that held the severed heads of Laesra's five "co-conspirators."

"As you can see, their punishment has been dealt with. But now... what to do with you?" The Matron Mother put her finger on her chin as if in thought, "A simple execution is the obvious answer, but I think I have a better fate in mind for you," Tathlyn said as the corner of her lips twisted into a smile, "If you like using your feminine charms to manipulate the weak minds of men, let us see if you can put those skills to use elsewhere. I think that the orcs will pay a hefty price for a drow noble as a sex slave."

Fear immediately flooded Laesra's face, "No! Please, Matron Tathlyn, I beg you! I have done nothing wrong! You can still dismiss these charges, and we can pretend as if this never happened!"

Biting her lip, Tathlyn's fingers descended between her legs as her face became filled with arousal, "Mmm, it is so delicious hearing a once-proud drow grovel so pathetically. It's tempting for me to 'debate' my decision for a while longer just to hear you beg. But no, I will not 'pretend as if this has never happened.' I will find a new, more competent and loyal member of your house to take your place, and you will never return to the Underdark again."

As if on cue, two guards took Laesra's arms and started hauling her from the throne room. "No! Matron Mother, please! No!" Her screams echoed off the halls of the palace as she was dragged away relentlessly.

Hours later, Tathlyn closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as she relaxed in her bath and allowed the expensive soaps and oils to soak into her naked black skin. With the position of the Matron Mother's bodyguard currently vacated, Tathlyn's daughter, Nathala, was temporarily filling that position. She was dressed in elaborate armor carved with designs of serpents, spiders, and other creatures of the dark in addition to being studded with many small gemstones. The outfit was one that Nathala usually only wore during ceremonies, but when she had to serve as a guard, the plate would still serve its primary purpose of protecting its wearer. On her left hip was a recurved shortsword, and on the other was a dagger of a style that matched the larger blade.

Due to the slow aging of elves, both mother and daughter closely resembled one another. The main difference between the pair was the slight anger that never left Tathlyn's expression no matter how happy she seemed to be. After several minutes of silence, Nathala finally spoke, "I'm surprised Laesra had it in her. As envious as many of the lesser houses are of their betters, few have the audacity to actually do something about their station."

At this, Tathlyn couldn't contain her laughter, and ripples travelled outward from her nude body as she snickered, "Oh, my sweet daughter. You have much to learn. Laesra wasn't guilty, at least not of any crime I'm aware of."

Nathala's mouth hung open for a moment as she struggled to form a response, "Then why did you convict her? I don't understand."

The queen took a long breath through her nose before replying, "If you are to lead this house one day, you must gain more experience in the ways of the Underdark. Laesra was my bodyguard for many years, and the direct shield for a Matron Mother is a position with great influence," Nathala's expression darkened with understanding as her mother continued, "Loyal or not, at the end of the night, we are still drow, and I have never met a competent drow who would not eventually take advantage of a powerful station like that to overthrow her mistress."

There was a brief silence before Nathala replied, "So you had her framed in order to stop her from building power."

Tathlyn shrugged, "That, and I took the opportunity to clear out some of the less competent males we had in our employ. As the humans would say, I 'killed two birds with one stone.'"

Raising an eyebrow, Nathala said, "I would have never thought I would hear the day when you would quote a human."

The Matron Mother glared at her daughter, "Careful now, girl. I may be your mother, but I am still the head of your house. But yes, as brutish as humans can be, they do possess tiny nuggets of wisdom buried in piles of the dirt that is their civilization."

Nathala swallowed and then gave a short nod, "Thank you for the lesson, Matron Mother."

Without replying, Tathlyn stood and stepped out of the bath, water dripping off her beautiful body as her feet met the dry tiles. With a gesture, she commanded her daughter, "Bring me my robe," Nathala obediently grabbed Tathyln's garment, a sheer bathrobe made of intricately woven spider silk, and held it out for Tathlyn to put her arms through, "That will be all for today. I will retire to my chamber for the rest of the evening."

Bowing, Nathala left the room, her face still conflicted as she pondered her mother's words.

Explosions rocked the palace as flaming boulders collided with the carved stone walls, breaking off chunks of rock and sending sharp fragments flying everywhere. Tathlyn, dressed in her battle armor, silently made her way through the rubble as her eyes scanned the darkness. In her left hand, she held a double scimitar, a weapon that was made of two curved swords attached together where their pommels would be. Her right hand was empty as she used it to navigate the treacherous landscape of fallen stone that had once been her castle.

The attack had come seemingly out of nowhere. There were no messengers declaring war, no bright banners announcing the arrival of enemy troops, and no demands for surrender. The first inkling that House Khalazza had that they were under attack was a volley of flaming spears, arrows, and boulders. But once the attack had begun, it was no secret who was responsible. The war cries of orcs echoed off the cavernous walls of the Underdark as the green-skinned brutes charged into battle. The drow were caught completely unprepared; no one thought that someone would dare strike the dark elves on their home turf. As a result, the orcs quickly punched through the drow's flimsy defense and surged into the palace.

As Tathlyn crept through her home, her eyes scanned the darkness looking for her daughter as well as signs of danger, "Where is that girl, darkness take her!" The Matron Mother hissed through her teeth. Drow rarely showed anything akin to love or affection, but Nathala was still family. If nothing else, she was someone that Tathlyn could trust not to immediately stab her in the back. If she was to make an escape, she owed it to her daughter to at least attempt to bring her along as well.

The drow made her way deeper into the palace, using her sensitive ears to avoid the sounds of combat. For any other race, the bloodcurdling cries of their comrades would strike fear into the heart of those who heard them, but Tathlyn simply used those screams as indicators to head away from that direction. But as the sound of combat slowly began to dissipate, other noises took their place and sent shivers down Tathlyn's spine along with a surge of warmth between her legs.

Primal, animalistic moans echoed off the stone walls as the orcs lived up to their reputation. The brutes were well-known for raping as they pillaged, and despite the ferocity of drow, their beautiful elven bodies made them prime targets for the orcs' lust. As Tathlyn peaked around a corner, she froze as she was greeted with the sight of an orgy. Ten huge orcs were sharing four dark elven women among them. The male monsters were wearing spiked pauldrons, breastplates, and thick leather boots, but they had stripped away their pants and leg guards to reveal their genitals.

Their groins were naturally hairless, giving Tathlyn full views of their engorged cocks. Each of them had one or two visible blood vessels with the thickness of a human finger running down the side of the shaft. The brutes were hung -- too hung. Their members averaged nearly a foot in length (28 cm) and had such large girth that Tathlyn wouldn't be able to wrap the fingers of one hand around the circumference of one of the green pillars of flesh.

The drow women had all been stripped completely naked, their armor and clothing lying in a heap nearby. Most had some minor cuts and bruises across their bodies, but the orcs seemed to have been able to unwrap their prey while leaving them mostly intact. One woman was being held up in a full nelson position with her orc lover wrapping his arms under her knees and holding her throat with both hands.

Her expression was one of overwhelming pleasure. Tathlyn could see tracts of wetness down the woman's cheeks as tears had once flowed across them, but those tears had long since stopped. Drool dripped down the side of her face, occasionally releasing a drop that fell to the floor as the orc violently fucked her. Her hairless black labia parted over the orc's cock, clinging to his shaft as her traitorous body instinctively tried to keep the brute's cum inside her.

But there was no need to save every last drop. The elf's entire groin was covered in orcish semen, the white fluid standing out on her black skin. There was even a puddle between the orc's legs, indicating that he had either inseminated her several times or had given her at least one massive load. Despite having clearly already climaxed, the orc showed no sign of stopping as he raped the drow with a vigor that even the most virile of human lovers would be envious of.

While this elf had the attention of only one orc, some of the others weren't so lucky. One was being spitroasted by two of the men at once. Her limbs hung weakly as the monsters fucked her throat and her cunt. She was upside down, and as the orcs mated with her, her modest breasts shook with the direction of each stroke. The orc that was having his way with her mouth had both hands wrapped around the elf's neck, gripping her tightly as he thrusted into her throat, his balls smacking her face around her eyes and brow. At first Tathlyn thought the woman was dead, but then she saw the elf blink. She had been reduced to nothing more than a cock sleeve for the orcs and was completely limp.

Another woman was being held in a full nelson like the first girl, but this time the orc's cock was buried in her ass while his comrade stood between her legs and raping her vagina. With her keen eyesight, Tathlyn could even see the poor elf's belly bulge lewdly from having her small feminine form stretched to the limit by two monstrous members. Like her comrade, the elf had rivers of orcish cum dripping from between her legs, and the puddle beneath her was at least twice as big as the first one -- if not more.

The last woman had it worst of all; five orcs were all raping her in various ways. One orc was lying on the ground with the drow lying face up on top of him. His cock was buried in her ass while another orc that knelt between her legs claimed her cunt. A third orc stood with his hands on his hips as the woman sucked his cock, and when she wasn't going deep enough or fast enough, he would grab her ears and twist them painfully until she complied. The final two orcs were fucking her hands. They used their big green paws to curl the drow's fingers around their cocks and forced her to give them handjobs. One of the creatures had one hand on the woman's shin as he held her foot up to his lips so that he could slide his large tongue all over her delicate elven toes.

Tathlyn watched the orgy with a mix of fascination and disgust. In drow society, men were weak, subservient creatures. The highest station a drow male could hope to achieve was that of a consort to a powerful female. Seeing men so clearly in a dominant position over these powerless elves just seemed so taboo - so wrong -- that Tathlyn was unable to look away. Even if drow were a completely separate species from humans, all humanoid races descended from the same stock, and as such, all humanoid races had similar base desires, no matter how hard they tried to suppress them. Drow men were forbidden from ejaculating inside their female lovers unless given explicit permission. Failure to contain themselves meant a certain, agonizing death. And yet here these orcs were, breeding the bodies of the captured drow as they pleased. Deep down, Tathlyn felt her long-suppressed instincts as a woman flutter as she imagined herself being taken and bred like a common whore...

Suddenly the Matron Mother bit her lip so hard that blood flowed down her chin as she forced herself to focus. The logical part of her brain knew that if she didn't manage to escape the palace that she would meet the same fate as these women -- or even worse. Only one of the orcs, the individual that had a drow all to himself, was facing Tathlyn's direction. So she waited patiently until she saw the telltale sign of the orc increasing the pace of his thrusts. She knew that this meant that the monster was about to cum, and when he threw back his head and roared with pleasure, Tathlyn dashed across the hall with lightning speed and no notice from the orcs. The last thing she heard as she snuck away was the sound of one of the women's moans combined with a torrent of liquid splashing onto the floor as the orc ejaculated.

After what she had just witnessed, the sense of urgency gripping Tathlyn was even stronger. She needed to find her daughter quickly. As she made her way through the palace, she passed several other scenes of rape and combat between her guards and the orc invaders, but Tathlyn pushed those thoughts from her mind as she continued her search. But eventually, she recognized a familiar voice coming from inside a nearby room.

"Get your hands off me, you filthy savages!" Nathala yelled, her voice filled with defiance. A sense of relief filled Tathlyn as she could tell by her daughter's tone that Nathala hadn't been broken yet. She peered through the door, intending to surprise the orcs and save her child, but Tathlyn's heart sank as she looked inside. Beyond the door, Tathlyn saw her daughter surrounded by at least a dozen orcs. There were so many that she could barely even see past them as she peered through the entrance. At the center of the mob was Nathala, and like the women before, she had been stripped completely naked.

With her daughter totally unarmed, there was no chance that Tathlyn could take on all of the orcs. But that didn't stop the queen from waiting for an opening, desperately hoping for an opportunity to save her only child. Unfortunately, this meant that Tathlyn was forced to witness what the orcs were about to do to her daughter.

At the same time, four orcs jumped out from the group and grabbed Nathala. She yelled ferociously and tried to kick and scratch her way out of the monsters' grasp, but her efforts were futile. In mere seconds, the orcs had each secured one of Nathala's limbs, spreading them out into an "X" shape to immobilize the elf.

With her chest heaving, Nathala spat in the direction of the nearest orc before saying, "Do what you want with me! I am the heir to House Khalazza, not some mere peasant. You will never be able to break me!"

This elicited immediate laughter from several of the orcs, and when they finally calmed down, one of the greenskins, a man with a bald head and a long, jagged scar across his scalp, spoke, "If you were the first elven noble to ever be captured by our kind, you might be right, princess. But the fact is that we learned ways to break bitches like you long ago."

He turned to his comrades before barking a command in the rough tongue of the orcs. The four that were holding Nathala's legs moved together so that she was now being held upside down with her legs spread wide, totally exposing her naked sex. Then the orc with the scar reached into a pouch on his belt before pulling out what looked like a large liquor flask. He approached Nathala, uncorked the bottle, and poured some of the contents onto her hairless slit. The flask contained an opaque purple fluid with the consistency of lotion. The elf bared her teeth as the liquid made contact, but before she could continue her protest, the scarred orc used two fingers to rub the mysterious substance all over her vulva and anus.

Almost immediately, Nathala's entire body tensed, her toned muscles becoming prominent on her flawless black skin. When she relaxed, her breath started to come in pants, and her body quickly became covered in a sheen of sweat. Without warning, the orc forced his index finger into Nathala's sex and his middle finger into her asshole, working the liquid deep into her holes. A shiver ran down Tathlyn's spine as a moan of pure pleasure escaped her daughter's lips.

The orc pushed his fingers as deep into Nathala as he could before moving his digits around and stretching the drow's tight openings. In less than a minute, Nathala's eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as the power of the aphrodisiac overwhelmed her. Out of the corner of her eye, Tathlyn noticed some of the orcs beginning to undress, their already erect cocks springing free from their armored prisons.

Having seen enough, Tathlyn tore her eyes away from her daughter's ordeal and started making her way out of the palace. The scene had affected the drow queen more than she had anticipated. If Tathlyn's proud, skilled, and disciplined daughter had been weakened so easily, what would happen if the orcs got their hands on the Matron Mother? Accepting that her daughter was lost, Tathlyn made her way towards a secret passage out of the palace. Very few people knew about the existence of this tunnel since it was intended to be used only as a last resort.

Finally, she reached the door of the room that contained the hidden entrance to the tunnel. Eager to get out of the exposed hallway, Tathlyn slipped into the room and quickly turned to lock the door behind her with a magical seal that was designed to only respond to members of her house, but she never had a chance to activate it. In her haste to close the door, Tathlyn had turned her back to the rest of the room. Suddenly she felt an intense pain in the back of her head as she was struck from behind, and her consciousness had faded before her body even hit the floor.