Dragonlance: Laurana in Bondage
by PJ
 
 
Part 1
 
400 years after the Second Cataclysm
 
Eimylee slipped silently through the dense trees of the Wayreth Forest, her hand resting tensely upon the pommel of her sheathed sword.  The elf girl's pointed ears shifted through the sounds of swaying branches and scampering forest animals, alert for anything that might warn of an ambush.  Eimylee penetrated deeper into the forest's heart, eventually entering the clearing of the Tower.
 
The remaining Tower of High Sorcery rose into the afternoon sky, its walls scarred and blackened, but still intact.  The protective wall had become overgrown rubble, and the South Tower was marked with a dark, glassy indentation where once a mighty building had stood. 
 
Eimylee agilely climbed over the broken stone and crossed the grass-covered yard to the cracked fore-tower.  The flimsy wooden door to the fore-tower was closed and latched.  Eimylee pounded on the rough wood, then waited for someone to investigate.
 
The beautiful young elf girl heard shuffling footsteps approach the door.  The latch was thrown aside, and the crude portal squealed inward.
 
"What do you want this time, Eimylee?" demanded a weak, bitter voice.
 
"Something's happened, I need your help," replied Eimylee earnestly.
 
The doorman snorted, but left the portal open while he disappeared into the fore-tower's dark interior.
 
Eimylee followed the doorman through a circular room and down a hallway into a larger chamber.  The robed doorman began slowly climbing a tall, spiral stairwell, occasionally stopping to cough loudly.  Eimylee patiently climbed after the robed man, winding up and up until they reached a closed door.  The robed man took a key from a pocket and unlocked the portal before entering the room beyond.  Eimylee recognized the scents of herbs and chemicals that suffused the black-robed wizard's laboratory.  The room was spacious and circular, with a tall, domed ceiling.  The windows of the room were closed and covered with thick, black drapes.  The room was very warm, illuminated by over a dozen fat tallow candles.
 
Hacking into a handkerchief, Sorlin Majere went behind his desk and slumped into a high- backed, cushioned chair.  The wizard pulled back his heavy hood, revealing lank, dark-blonde hair and cold brown eyes in a pale, drawn face.
 
"What happened?"
 
"My mother Laurana has been captured by the Dragon Knights, they caught her while she was scouting near Jelek."
 
"Why was she there?  Everyone knows that entire region is held by the Dragon Knights."
 
"She was collecting intelligence, watching to see if the Knights were mustering for another campaign."
 
"They'll take her to Neraka.  There's no way to rescue her," said Sorlin emotionlessly.
 
"Can't you do something?  Use some kind of spell?" asked Eimylee desperately.
 
For the first time since Eimylee had met Sorlin, the mage laughed, a sharp, biting laugh that held not an ounce of humor.
 
"You delude yourself, elf," replied Sorlin.  "Magic is the stuff of legends now, I merely protect knowledge and dabble in rude alchemy, nothing that could aid you or pluck your mother from the grasp of darkness."
 
"You will help Eimylee, my apprentice," murmured a low, but powerful voice from behind a thick curtain.  A second black-robed man emerged and stood facing the elf girl.  The man drew back his hood, and Dalamar nodded at the astonished young ranger.
 
"But Master..!"
 
"You will obey me or you will be cast out from the Tower!" hissed Dalamar, his narrow eyes flashing.
 
Sorlin scowled, but nodded in acquiescence.
 
"You are correct when you say that alchemy and lore will not be enough to face the Dragon Knights.  You may use this on your quest."
 
Dalamar reached behind the curtain and withdrew a tall, smooth-shafted wooden staff.  A crystal ball held in a dragon's claw topped the weapon.
 
"The Staff of Magius!" gasped Sorlin, standing up and rushing across the room to take the offered artifact.
 
Dalamar smiled when he saw Sorlin's naked lust for the staff.  He handed the artifact to Sorlin, then hid his hands within the folds of his sleeves.
 
"Does it still possess any magic?" breathed Sorlin while he stroked the smooth wood.
 
"I do not know.  Perhaps," shrugged Dalamar.  "I haven't tried to use it in centuries."
 
"Thank you, Master Dalamar," bowed Eimylee respectfully. "Before you travel to Neraka, you should go to Palanthas and collect your sister from the Temple," suggested Dalamar.
 
"She's just a priestess, how can she help me?" countered Eimylee with a confused frown.
 
"The priestesses of Mishakal are very skilled in the healing arts.  Your mother may need Catrina's help after you free her from the Dragon Knights."
 
"I'll go to Palanthas," agreed Eimylee.
 
"You still have daylight left, you should set out at once," said Dalamar. "Good luck."
 
Eimylee left the laboratory, but Sorlin lingered behind.
 
"Why do you care about Laurana?"
 
"We..have a history, that's all you need to know," replied Dalamar curtly. "Besides, this will be educational for you, and profitable if you pay attention to what goes on around you."
 
Sorlin bowed briefly, then left to gather supplies for the long trek. ******
 
 
Laurana screamed when the long, leather lash slashed across her shoulders, biting deep into her sweating flesh.  She hung naked in a brazier lit torture chamber, the howls of the other prisoners filling the elf woman's ears. Laurana knew this room well, she had been held captive here once before, over four hundred years ago, during the War of the Lance.  Now hobgoblin torturers whipped her manacled body, their reeking sweat assaulting her nose.  A large hobgoblin with bulging arms and an ugly leather mask over his face raised his whip and cracked it down again, the leather driving across Laurana's back, making her jerk in agony.  Laurana bit her lower lip so hard it bled, her bare breasts pumped like overworked bellows.  The sneering hobgoblin stood close to Laurana, placed his meaty paw between her legs and rubbed her wet cunt. Laurana moaned softly, her upraised hands twitching while her captor fondled her moist pussy, his thick fingers digging through her slit and into her vagina.  The hobgoblin thrust his hand back and forth within Laurana's cunt, his free hand grasping her left breast and crushing it.  Laurana groaned loudly, she threw back her head, her small ass gyrating as her captor fisted her.  The hobgoblin leaned forward and licked the side of Laurana's graceful neck, his tongue clammy with drool.
 
"Like that, elf bitch?" growled the hobgoblin into Laurana's delicate, pointed ear.  "Want some more?"
 
Laurana could only moan, her throat raw from screaming and thirst.
 
The hobgoblin slapped Laurana's tight ass, then opened his codpiece, pulling out his fat green cock.  He slid the oozing head across Laurana's golden buttocks before slipping it through her crack and into her glistening pussy. Laurana's eyes widened, she gasped as she felt the hobgoblin's
prick drive into her vagina.  The torturer seized Laurana's curvaceous hips and started pumping against her ass, his cock sliding back and forth within her tight hole.  The chains holding Laurana's arms above her head jingled as the elf woman's whole body shuddered with each stab into her tender cunt.  The hobgoblin grunted with effort, piercing Laurana's smooth skin with his claws, dragging bloody furrows along her upper thighs.  Laurana moaned weakly when she felt the hobgoblin's cock swell inside her.  The hobgoblin thrust faster, his crotch slapping against Laurana's taut buttocks.
The elf woman's breasts quivered as she rode her captor's pole, her long, golden hair spilling down her welt-covered back.  With a sharp grunt, the hobgoblin climaxed inside Laurana, his foul seed dripping down the elf woman's long, slim legs.
 
The hobgoblin took up the whip again and resumed lashing Laurana.  She couldn't even scream this time, she whimpered while tears of pain flowed down her flushed cheeks.  A Dragon Knight strode into the torture room, his dark blue armor reflecting the light from the flickering braziers.  The hobgoblin stopped whipping Laurana and rushed to bow before the Knight.
 
"Has she said anything?" demanded the Knight, his anger hidden behind an ornate dragon helm.
 
"No, my lord," replied the hobgoblin torturer, face downcast.
 
"Whip her for three more hours.  If she doesn't break, bring her to me."
 
"It will be done, my lord."
 
The Dragon Knight departed in a swirl of blue cloak.  The hobgoblin licked his lips as he approached Laurana, this time standing in front of her shackled body.  He raised his long whip, then cracked it across Laurana's breasts, making her shiver in agony, a single throbbing welt marring both of her ripe tits.
*****
 
Part 2
 
Laurana was dragged up the dais to the waiting altar.  Four bronze braziers smoldered and covered the altar in a haze of strong incense.  A priest of Takhisis stood on the far side of the altar, resplendent in a black robe with a red surcoat, a heavy silver chain around his neck bearing a medallion with the five-headed representation of the Dark Queen.  Two Dragon Knights removed Laurana's filthy shift and picked her up by the arms and legs, laying her out upon the cold, obsidian altar stone.  One Knight manacled Laurana's wrists above her head while the second soldier clasped manacles around the elf woman's ankles.  Laurana's naked body was covered from neck to ankles by angry red bruises and welts, her inner thighs were marred by purple marks where a Dragon Knight had raped her repeatedly the night before.  Laurana rested on the altar in a fog of pain and despair, her almond-shaped eyes glazed as the priest of Takhisis began chanting praises to the Queen of Darkness.  Two more priests climbed onto the altar platform, one held a jar of glistening ointment, the other held a soft, black, velvet pillow that cushioned a collar of gleaming black scales.  The scales flowed and shifted like thick oil, eager to entwine around Laurana's slender throat.  The bound elf woman wearily closed her eyes, and remembered...
******
Laurana knelt behind a small boulder, her lovely eyes narrowing as she watched the mounted patrol of Dragon Knights ride over the road toward Neraka in the southeast.  That was the fifth patrol to ride past in the last six hours, the Dragon Knights were indeed on the move.
 
The blonde elf woman sat down on the hard ground, removing her backpack to get a piece of travel bread.  Chewing slowly, Laurana pondered the rumors she had heard in Jelek.  After the last major war between the Dragon Knights and the Knights of Solamnia, most of the people of Ansalon considered the age of conflict to be over.  The Dragon Knights had been forced back to their bastions of power, Neraka and Sanction.  The majority of Ansalon was now free, and for the most part life was peaceful and comfortable, at least for the humans.
 
Laurana felt a stab of heartache when she thought about the current elf war. For no apparent reason, the Silvanesti had formed a Dominion and begun a campaign of conquest against their neighbors.  The Silvanesti army had marched straight for Qualinesti, claiming massive tracts of new territory.  The Silvanesti were a sparse people, but they had enlisted help, the Dragon Knights, and unbelievably, tribes of hobgoblins.  Laurana smiled bleakly when she recalled the swift mobilization of her own people, they had stopped the Silvanesti advance cold at Pax Tharkas.  Now the Qualinesti elves feared a flanking maneuver, conceivably the Dragon Knights could send a fleet from Sanction and land practically at the doorstep of Qualinost, if they had enough troops.
 
Although Laurana's bloodline no longer held the position of Speaker of the Sun, she still served the Qualinesti as best she could.  Even though she was over four hundred years old, Laurana still had the grace and beauty of a young woman.  She had traveled far to scout the lands held by the
Dragon Knights, her mission to discover if the Knights were gathering new legions to complete the invasion of Qualinesti.
 
Laurana finished her bread and washed it down with cool water from her flask. She decided to wait until dark to attempt a crossing of the plain towards Neraka, that decision would prove to be a mistake...
 
 
Laurana stiffened when she heard the soft footfalls of boots on rock.  She barely had time to open her eyes when the swordhilt smashed into the back of her neck.  Laurana rolled, dizziness and nausea warring within her.  A boot caught Laurana in the belly, forced the air from her lungs.
 
"Qualinesti bitch!" sneered the Silvanesti Night Runner, grabbing a fistful of Laurana's golden hair and punching her soundly in the face.  Laurana lay limply on the ground, moaning in pain.  The elf woman's weapons were torn from her body, her wrists were lashed behind her back with leather cord.
 
"Take her to camp," ordered the Night Runner squad leader, a pale-skinned Silvanesti with light brown hair and frigid blue eyes.
 
Two Night Runners picked up Laurana and carried her like a deer caught for a great feast.
 
 
Six Night Runners sat around the crackling fire, passing a wine skin around the circle.  The Night Runner leader, Neer-Avin, knelt in front of Laurana, glaring into her bleary eyes.
 
"What are you doing so far from home, bitch?"
 
Laurana stared blankly at Neer-Avin silently.
 
"Whore!" spat the Silvanesti, slapping Laurana sharply across the face.
 
Laurana straightened and licked the trickle of blood staining her lower lip.
 
"She won't talk," said one of the other Night Runners.  "Let's just take her to Neraka and let the humans break her."
 
"You'll enjoy Neraka," smiled Neer-Avin wickedly.  "The humans have very imaginative ways to break their prisoners."
 
Laurana shivered reflexively, recalling her last visit to Neraka centuries ago.
 
Neer-Avin noticed Laurana's moment of weakness, he slid a finger down between her leather-clad breasts.
 
"The humans will copulate with you as if you were a pig, you'll stink of their sweat and excrement."
 
The Night Runner grasped Laurana's waist and jerked off her leather breeches.
 
"What are you going to do?" asked a Night Runner curiously.
 
"I'm going to show this bitch what she has to look forward to in Neraka," hissed Neer-Avin, pushing Laurana's long legs apart.
 
Laurana spat on the Night Runner's leering face.  Neer-Avin turned red with rage and slapped Laurana again and again.
 
"Qualinesti whore!" quivered Neer-Avin, opening his trousers and stabbing his cock into Laurana's cunt.
 
Neer-Avin pushed Laurana onto her back, tearing open her leather tunic.  He crushed her breasts between his fingers, ramming his prick into her vagina. Laurana grimaced in pain, her thighs trembling as the Silvanesti thrust into her, grunting with effort.  Neer-Avin leaned against Laurana and licked her throat, his fingers painfully pinching her tender nipples.  Laurana groaned when the Night Runner's cock grew inside her pussy, filling her shuddering hole.
 
Neer-Avin straightened, his hands roved across Laurana's ripe tits and stomach.  "The bitch looks hungry, somebody feed her."
 
Another Night Runner knelt next to Laurana's head.  He placed his hand underneath Laurana's skull and raised her face to his crotch.  The Silvanesti opened his black trousers and flopped his flaccid cock onto Laurana's lips.
 
"Suck it, whore!" sneered Neer-Avin, twisting Laurana's stiff nipples.
 
Laurana moaned, then reluctantly opened her mouth for the pale elf's shaft. The Silvanesti stuffed his meat into Laurana's small mouth, groaning in ecstasy as the elf woman tentatively sucked upon his member.
 
"The Qualinesti slut likes it!" cackled Neer-Avin, pushing faster into Laurana's tight cunt, his cock impaling her moist twat.
 
Laurana moaned in protest, sucking wetly on the Night Runner's pole, drool covering her lips and chin.  The Silvanesti caressed Laurana's flushed cheeks, he dug his fingers into her warm, silky hair.  Laurana licked down the length of the Silvanesti's shaft, then sucked lightly on each of his balls.  The Night Runner seized Laurana's hair and rubbed his stiff cock over the elf woman's small nose and cheeks, covering her gorgeous face with white milk.  He pushed his member back into Laurana's panting mouth, slipping it deep into her swallowing throat.
 
Neer-Avin's prick swelled inside Laurana's glistening pussy.  He fondled her small buttocks, stuck a finger into her tiny bunghole, wriggling it inside her clenching sphincter.  Laurana groaned around the cock filling her mouth, she quivered when Neer-Avin stroked her bush of golden pubic hair, his fingers rubbing her throbbing clit.  Neer-Avin held onto Laurana's thighs as he rammed into her again and again, his member engorging, then bursting like a ripe fruit, gushing warm cream into Laurana's small belly.
 
The Night Runner probing Laurana's throat with his cock pumped his hips harder, the flesh of his member caressing the elf woman's wet lips.  He orgasmed with a groan, shooting a thick stream of milk into Laurana's throat. Laurana strained to swallow all of the Silvanesti's cum, white jizz gushed from her mouth, coating her perspiring face.
 
 
The Night Runners raped Laurana every night after they marched southeast.  The long nights became a nightmarish blur, a haze of sweat, semen, and smooth flesh.  Laurana's arrival at Neraka was almost a blessing, until the reek of slavery and despair hit the bound elf woman.  The Night Runners entered the Emperor's Court, where a squad of Dragon Knights relieved them of their dazed prisoner.  The Knights half-carried Laurana into the dark, twisted fortress in the heart of Neraka, descending into the familiar darkness of the dungeons and torture chambers.  A hobgoblin torturer received Laurana, and began a series of agonizing whipping sessions interrupted by violent, painful fornications.  A Dragon Knight officer had raped Laurana last, forcing her to suck him off again and again until the priests had come to complete her degradation. ***** 
 
 
The priest's chanting reached a thunderous crescendo.  He reached for the jar of ointment, took a handful, and rubbed the thick, oily substance over Laurana's graceful neck and shoulders.  The ointment warmed Laurana's skin and made her whole body tremble with pleasure.  Praising Takhisis over and over, the priest took the gleaming scale collar and lowered it onto Laurana's throat. The collar entwined around the bound elf woman's neck, clenching tight against her flesh.
 
"She belongs to Takhisis now," declared the Dark Queen's priest.  "She is a slave of the Dragon."
 
Unable to speak, Laurana closed her eyes, and allowed hot tears to slide down her soft cheeks.
*******