DISCLAIMER: This story contains large amounts of taboo fetishes, Including: Sex with fictitious beasts, Incest, Fantasy Creatures, Magic and Alien (as in foreign, no UFO's) situations, Rape, and Torture. If any of those offends you, please leave.
DISCLAIMER #2: The Drow in this story are based off of Greyhawk and Forgotten Realms drow. The story also contains legitimate reasoning behind their actions and behavior, meaning that they are simply not raving horny elves (well, most of them) looking to get into sexual situations as fast as possible. Expect to see violence, aggression, torture and some distasteful behavior. This also means that there is not going to be sex on every page. If any of this sounds irritating you, please stop reading now.
DISCLAIMER #3: Everyone in this story is of course 18 years of age (or the equivalent for their race).
Chapter 1: Late
The partner hadn't fed in over 8 hours, and it was starting to get antsy. Akasha despised the feeling when the partner got antsy. She shifted her seating on the mount several times, making the other passengers look at her like she was some type of disease. She stared back at her servants with a thick glare, making them all face forward with terrified looks on their faces.
She was starting to become under distress, she needed to get back to her estate faster, before her partner turned her into a mindless lunatic. "Move faster!" she barked at the driver of the enormous creature.
"Ye… yes… matron," the Drow said back to her, sounding as fearful as usual.
This wasn't her normal driver, but she couldn't wait any longer at the gallery for her own concierge to pick her up. She will deal with her driver later; he would pay with his life for his tardiness. She fidgeted with the flaps of her thick leather cloak, trying to focus her attention on something other than the growing feeling inside her. One of her servants, the one directly to her left, glanced at her right hand as it clasped around her cloak. She only glanced for a moment, but Akasha saw it none-the-less, giving her servant a cold stare. The girl looked forward immediately.
The one to her left was her primary assistant and care-taker of her servants. You would consider her the highest 'ranking' servant in Akasha's service, her name was Kristalla, but Akasha occasionally called her Kris so she could bark out commands faster.
Kristalla was easily the most beautiful of Akasha's servants. She sat in perfect posture as Akasha glanced over at what she wore. Akasha usually made sure to dress her worthy servants up in whatever she pleased, it sickened her that most of her servants had no taste for dress. She often had to instruct them or beat them when they appeared poorly in public, resulting in the death of many of her lesser servants. However, Kristalla knew better, one of the reasons she had made it so far in Akasha's service.
Kristalla wore a pair of widow blank leather pants, form fitted to her toned legs, along with a pair of thick leather boots. Akasha knew they were magically enhanced to improve the girls balance, but she paid it no mind, whatever advantages her servants could give themselves to serve her better was not of her concern. She wore a flimsy low cut spider-silk top that accentuated her curves, held in place with her black leather vest over it. The vest pushed against her ample bust tightly, showing deep cleavage from her exceedingly large breasts. Akasha enjoyed seeing the pale gray skin visible, making sure her best servant always showed her best sides. She allowed a smile smirk to form across her face, before a momentary pang hit her in the chest from her partner.
Kristalla's hair was the traditional silver of her race. It was currently completely down, it fell across her shoulders and chest and was very long, almost as long as Akasha's. It covered small portions of her bust and arms. Kristalla seemed to notice all the attention and turned to look at Akasha. "Yes, my mistress?" she asked politely.
"Nothing, alert me if any of the new imbeciles act up, I am in a distressful mood today. Is that clear?" Akasha returned in mono-tone. Kristalla looked surprised at the answer, as if she expected something more sympathetic or compassionate. No such feelings existed in Akasha's heart.
"Yes, mistress, I will alert you via
message
." Kristalla replied slowly, making sure not to miss a word, as if she may have forgotten it as she was saying it. She corrected her posture and looked forward. Akasha's estate was coming into view and she wanted to make sure she had perfect timing for the new servants on the back of the creature.
The enormous centipede came to a halt as the driver parked it in front of Akasha's complex. Her estate was enormous as well, making a strange contrast to the giant insect. A large drifting walkway escalated a mountain topped with various multi-colored mushrooms. Most of the mushrooms were magically enchanted, giving off the faint glow of multi-colored light. It was normally forbidden, but Akasha could care less what the religious 'prophets' decreed the rules were, her estate was her own land. The walkway moved swiftly to the top of the mountain, where her home rested, partially embedded in the rock of the mountain itself.
The building was multi-floored, containing several towers strutting out the top. Akasha had built several high rooms for her magical studies, which she hasn't much visited since her partner arrived. The upper floors of the mansion contained her private quarters and living chambers, as well as stables and various rooms for her pets. Her servants all roomed on the lower floors, and occasionally in other less savory places. With the exception of Kristalla, who maintained a small living quarters on Akasha's personal level. Akasha wanted her to be able to communicate any issues immediately, without having to travel several rooms to deliver the news. Most individuals had no knowledge of the dungeon level, below the estate, connected by tunnels magically burrowed into the rock.
The monstrous centipede lowered itself down as the driver stuck it with magical spark sticks in just the right places. Akasha waved her hand and then walked out into thin air. Fortunately for her, her feet found ground on the magical walkway she just made for herself. She walked a few short feet, planting herself on the surface of one of her giant mushrooms, and turned back to her entourage.
"Kristalla, organize these morons immediately, I want everyone where they are supposed to be in 20 minutes or I will hold you responsible." Akasha said with a shrill tone in her voice. Akasha pointed her finger at the crowd of Drow before her, and made a hand gesture. All of her servants, excluding Kristalla, showed an immense wave of panic when suddenly one of the staggering male drow in the back of the lot exploded into a cloud of dust.
Akasha spoke to the group now: "I will have no insolence, work as if your life depends on it, because it does," she cleared her throat and placed her hand down back at her side. The rest of her group of new servants, now seven of them in all not including Kristalla, started to stand more orderly waiting for Kristalla or Akasha to give them more instructions. "Kristalla, meet me in my fungal room in 30 minutes, you know what to do." Akasha said finally.
Akasha turned her back on them and waved her hands in another gesture. The world blurred and foamed into total blackness for a mere second, and then Akasha was in her private bedroom. Her partner nagged at her brain like a ringing in her ear. "Yes, I am going as fast as I can." Akasha said out loud to apparently nothing.
This room was in total darkness, which mattered little to Akasha with her enhanced night vision. All Drow could see in the dark, but only in black and white. However, Akasha had magically imbued her eyes to see everything in the dark. Her room hued up perfectly to her, in every shade as if moderate light were shining into the room. She immediately walked over to her full length mirror and started removing her cloak.
She removed her cloak and tossed it across the room, magically levitating it to the correct drawer in her rust-weave dresser. She examined herself in the mirror, while slowly removing her ornate fabric vest with spider-silk thread. She liked the silk in the fabric, the silver shined through making the vest look extremely expensive… which it was. She used the same method to toss the vest and her spider-silk skirt into her dresser, leaving herself with only her widow black
formless
bra and panties.
Akasha wore these undergarments almost every day, the magic imbued in them allowed them to perfectly form her body, and kept them one hundred percent clean at all times, which is especially important when her partner persists with her on a continual basis. The bra held her breasts perfectly, showing just the amount of cleavage that she wanted, and sufficiently supporting them at the same time. She waved her hand and tossed the bra across the room into a small drawer next to her finely crafted bed.