Kitiara's whip slashed across Laurana's back, ripping through the thin, white, cotton shift that covered her otherwise naked body.  The young elf woman flinched from the lash's touch, her wrists manacled in front of her, the cold stone of the dais numbing her bare kneecaps.

Laurana slowly raised her face, golden, sweat-damp locks framing her beautiful elven features.  She watched without emotion as soldiers dragged away the bodies of Tanis and the others that had tried to save her from the grasp of Kitiara and Emperor Ariakas.  The meeting chamber was nearly empty now, only Kitiara, Laurana, and a few priests sworn to Takhisis stood upon the dais that faced the Dark Queen's alcove.  The interior of the alcove was filled with a hungry darkness that seemed to boil and seethe.  Laurana could feel the Dark Queen's evil presence, the goddess was very close to breaking free into Krynn.

"Our Queen is pleased with the elf woman's pain," intoned one of the cowled clerics.

"Then let's give her some more!" grinned Kitiara maliciously, raising her right hand and snapping the whip across Laurana's spine, making the kneeling elf tremble violently.  Again and again the whip descended, tearing slender rips across the back of Laurana's shift, throbbing red welts marring the slim elf woman's smooth, ivory skin.  Laurana hunched down, manacled hands clasped together, lips quivering from the effort of holding in her screams of pain.

The darkness within the Queen's Gate churned, then shattered like smoked glass.  A huge, god-like claw emerged from the Gate and wrapped around Laurana's bent form.  Laurana screamed in terror as scaly fingers closed around her torso, lifting her up from the dais and pulling her into the ravenous void.

"Our Queen is free!" declared the black-robed clerics, falling to their knees worshipfully.

Kitiara descended to her right knee, watching with grim delight as Laurana disappeared into the lightless Gate.
*****
 

Laurana groaned with the return of consciousness.  She spat sand out of her mouth and slowly struggled into a sitting position, her muscles aching in protest.  The disheveled elf woman gazed around at her surroundings, despair seizing her pounding heart.

The landscape was completely gray.  Gray sand stretched forward everywhere as far as the eye could see.  Nothing broke the landscape, no trees, no buildings, nothing.  The sky was a uniform, overcast gray, no clouds sailed through the air, no sun shined upon the sterile earth.  The temperature was chill, not enough to freeze, just enough to bite the skin and make one shiver.  Laurana rubbed her bare arms, her tattered white shift no protection from the numbing cold.  Laurana weakly rose to her feet, her toes sinking into the deep gray sand.  With no markers to walk toward, Laurana simply began walking, pulling one foot from the clutching sand and placing it in front of the other.

Time held no meaning in this place.  Laurana seemed to walk forever, never tiring, never getting hungry or thirsty.  The air was dead, no breeze brushed across Laurana, the numbing cold was a constant companion, her only companion.

Laurana straightened when thunder resonated from far ahead.  She hastened her steps, her small feet sinking to the ankles within the cool sand, every step forward a battle to be won.  A rise appeared before Laurana.  The elf woman fought up the slope, gritting her teeth, dragging her slim legs forward, ever forward.  Laurana reached the summit of the rise, and gaped upon the sight before her.

A castle sat within a lake of fire.  The castle was made of shining obsidian, towers of glittering crystal rising like skeletal fingers into the gray sky.  Dragons fluttered around the fortress like carrion crows, leathered wings flapping through the dead air, roars of anger reverberating across the boiling flames.

Laurana gasped as the heat from the lake washed over her, instantly causing her creamy, white skin to gleam with perspiration.  The lovely elf felt the Dark Queen within the fortress, this was the home of Takhisis, the lair of Evil.

Laurana reflexively desired to flee the dark fortress, but she also knew that there was nothing else within this hellish dimension, if she fled the castle, she was doomed to wander the lifeless sands for all eternity.  Perhaps there was a Gate within the Dark Queen's home?  A way to return to Krynn, just waiting for Laurana to discover.  Gathering her courage as if it were a suit of steel armor, the slender elf skidded down the sandy slope and approached the roaring pit of fire.

A single arch of gleaming obsidian spanned across the crackling flames.  No guards stood upon the bridge, the way seemed open to all visitors.  Laurana licked her dry lips and began crossing the slick, stone bridge, carefully advancing towards the beckoning iron gates of the Dark Queen's home.

The roars of the dragons became louder, shaking Laurana's eardrums.  Laurana glanced up into the gray sky, and screamed when a winged form swooped down upon her, snatching her with open claws and carrying her into the heavens.  The elf woman hung limply within the red dragon's grasp, her golden hair snapping in the breeze created by the worm's large wings.  They flew towards one of the sharp-sided towers, the dragon gracefully diving into a hole and entering a huge, circular chamber.  Laurana was released, slamming painfully onto the rock floor.  The immense red dragon fluttered its wide wings, folding them against his scaled sides.

The floor of the chamber was covered in gold and silver coins.  Goblets of gold gleamed in a soft, warm light that seemed to emanate from the ceiling and walls.  Jewels and uncut gems glittered in a multi-colored spray, they filled chests and sparkled in loose piles.  Pieces of cunningly-wrought jewelry lay displayed on satin pillows or in shallow niches within the obsidian walls, dwarf-forged armlets, elven necklaces and rings.  The wealth of an entire empire lay before Laurana, it stole her breath away, it was the most beautiful sight the elf had ever seen.

"Remove your clothing," commanded the red dragon, bending low, regarding Laurana with bright, reptilian eyes.

Dragon fear seized Laurana's body.  She slipped out of her white shift, her fingers shivering when they touched the cloth.  The nude elf woman kept her face downcast, her features concealed in a veil of golden hair.

"You are young..and ripe," complimented the red dragon, extending his forked tongue and touching Laurana's breasts, then her crotch with the tip, tasting her.

Laurana trembled, her nipples and pussy moist with the dragon's saliva.

"Adorn your body with my treasures, I want to see your flesh entwined with silver and gold."

Laurana tentatively searched around the dragon's lair, picking out a pair of ruby earrings for her slender, pointed ears, a necklace of diamonds and sapphires for her pale throat, an anklet of silver chain for her right leg.

"And that," pointed out the dragon.

Laurana wrapped a shining gold chain around her bare hips and fastened it in place, it matched the small tuft of gold pubic hair just above her cunt.

"My Queen will be pleased," nodded the huge dragon.

"Please don't take me to her!  I want to go home!" begged Laurana.

"Only my Queen may return you to your world.  You were brought here for her pleasure, when she tires of you, she may allow you to go home."

"Please..!" wept Laurana.

"Turn around and kneel," ordered the dragon dispassionately.

Laurana turned on one heel and fell to her knees, shifting the gold and silver beneath her.

"Bend forward onto your hands."

The naked, treasure-adorned elf woman leaned forward, placing her open palms onto the carpet of coins.

Laurana felt the dragon's hot breath over her taut buttocks.  She gasped when the dragon's cool tongue flicked up her ass, covering her small buttocks with saliva.  The dragon slipped the tip of his tongue into the elf woman's crack, caressing her pussy.  Laurana moaned softly, closing her almond-shaped eyes, biting her lower lip.  The dragon's tongue fondled Laurana's slit over and over, until her twat became wet with nectar.  The forked tongue slid up and down Laurana's inner thighs.
Laurana felt her legs buckle, her crotch warm when the dragon resumed licking her glistening cunt.

"Taste sweet," growled the worm, his muzzle rubbing against Laurana's tiny ass while he licked her pussy, tongue rubbing over the elf's tender labia.

"Stop..stop it!" groaned Laurana, falling onto her elbows, her ass thrust up into the air for the dragon to lick and savor.

The dragon growled again, licking intently upon Laurana's moist cunt, the tip of his tongue digging into the elf woman's vagina, collecting her delicious honey.

"You are ready for my Queen," declared the red dragon, muzzle rising from Laurana's open legs.  Two naked elf girl slaves appeared in a dark opening, waiting.

"Follow these slaves to your new Mistress," commanded the red dragon, relishing the last of Laurana's honey that gleamed upon the tip of his tongue.

Laurana staggered to her feet and submissively followed the two elf girls.  One girl was a raven-maned Silvanesti, the other a golden-haired Qualinesti, like Laurana.  The elf girls kept their heads down during the entire journey, never saying a word.  They guided Laurana down dark hallways and spiraling stairwells until they reached the Queen's Lair.  When Laurana stepped over the threshold, the elf guides melted away and the towering, obsidian doors of the chamber rumbled shut.

"The Golden General, the hope of the free peoples," mocked a ghostly, sensual, female voice that seemed to be everywhere at once.  "Now my slave, to do with as I will."

"Takhisis?" ventured Laurana, clutching her hands together over her smooth, bare belly.

"Mistress!" roared the Dark Queen, lashing at Laurana.

Laurana howled in pain, collapsing onto her knees as white hot agony seared across her back.

"Mis..Mistress," sobbed Laurana.

"Better," purred Takhisis, a perfect human female with cascading, midnight-black hair, unmarred alabaster skin, and smoky, sultry, dark brown eyes.  The goddess was garbed only with a silver waist chain, black, thigh-length leather boots with stiletto heels, and a second silver chain connecting both of Takhisis' golden nipple rings.  Takhisis licked moist, red lips, taking her time to admire Laurana's shaking body.

"I don't want to hurt you, child," murmured Takhisis, running her fingers through the elf woman's blonde mane.  "I only punish those who defy me or fail to show me the respect I deserve."

"Yes, Mistress," whispered Laurana, her eyes downcast to hide her tears.

"Roll onto your back and open your legs."

Laurana did as she was instructed, spreading her thighs wide for the leering goddess.

"You're so beautiful," smiled Takhisis, kneeling down between Laurana's slender legs and bending forward to sniff the elf woman's still-wet sex.

"My son prepared you well, your cunt still reeks of your arousal."

Laurana's mouth quivered as the Dark Queen rubbed red lips across the elf's inner thighs.  Laurana threw back her head when Takhisis touched her cunt, soft lips kissing and gently sucking on her swollen clit.  The elf woman moaned as the goddess began firmly licking her wet pussy, tongue lapping over and over the opening of her cunnie.  Laurana's hips began to roll, she opened her legs wide for the slurping woman.  Takhisis stroked Laurana's taut belly while she probed inside the elf's vagina with her tongue, sharp nails raked over Laurana's milky flesh.  Laurana's pelvis thrust forward, she closed her thighs around the Dark Queen's head, moaning sharply as Takhisis sucked harder on her cunt, devouring the flood of honey that poured free.  Takhisis grasped Laurana's firm tits and squeezed them tightly.  She twisted the elf woman's brown nipples, drawing a loud, sultry groan from Laurana's lips.  Takhisis fastened her mouth on Laurana's clitoris and sucked deeply, flicking the tip of her tongue over the sensitive little nub of flesh.  Laurana's hips jerked, she was helpless as the mind-blowing orgasm exploded from her belly and flowed out of her cunt in a gush of warm juices.  Takhisis swallowed the honey dripping from Laurana's tender pussy,
burying her mouth in the pink folds of the elf woman's cunt.

The passage of time was measured by an unending series of orgasms.  Takhisis performed every imaginable sexual act upon Laurana, she pumped a smooth, wooden wand into the elf woman's honey-slick hole, she forced Laurana to suck the still wet shaft covered in the elf's own juices.  The Dark Queen fastened the rod to her own crotch, then made Laurana ride the wand, driving the rod deep into her sex.  Laurana was gagged and whipped, forced onto hands and knees while Takhisis stabbed the wooden wand into her tiny anus.  The degradations went on, again and again, time without meaning, Laurana's only reality one of orgasmic joy and flesh-searing pain, one and the same, forever.

The End.