Son of Bhaal

The Lair of Madness

Imoen rested on her bare knees, her legs parted, water from the faucet above her dripping over her naked body and the gleaming tiles of the floor. A metal drain reflected moonlight in front of her, run-off from the faucet slid down the smooth tiles and disappeared through the circular grate. Imoen raised her face with effort, she could see the full moon shining down through a ceiling grate, the opening let the cold night air inside the chamber, the breeze made Imoen shiver, the water on her body seemed to bite her flesh, like tiny knives of ice.

Irenicus had bound Imoen's wrists above her head again with a length of thick chain, but this time the manacles binding her hands were forged from enchanted silver, they seemed molded to the girl's limbs, making it impossible to slip through them. Depressed and alone, Imoen idly tugged on the snug manacles, the chain running from her hands to the ceiling quivered and jingled, echoing within the circular tile chamber. A heavy drop of water fell from one of Imoen's auburn bangs and splashed onto her small nose, making her jerk. The violent and sudden motion awoke the dozens of bruises, welts, and cuts covering Imoen's nude body, she stifled a moan of pain, her pale lips trembling, tears welling in her blinking eyes. The pain slowly faded away, the divine blood of her father flowed warmly through her, healing her wounds. With tears rolling down her cold cheeks, Imoen let her head slump down, fatigue finally claiming her...

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A glaring sun filled the blood-red sky, its heat beat down upon Imoen as she walked in a daze out of Spell Hold, a thin gray shift clinging to her slender body. The grounds around the castle were flat and barren, the earth cracked with dryness, waves of heat distorted the scarlet horizon.

Imoen's attention was drawn to a man who dug at the earth to her right. The man was heavily cloaked and hooded in black despite the lung-searing heat, he stood hunched over, clawing at the parched soil with a weathered shovel. Imoen approached the digging man, she licked salty perspiration from her lips, she tugged upon her sweat-soaked shift, it was clammy against her hot flesh.

When Imoen was an arm's length away from the black-cloaked man, he stopped shoveling and straightened. Imoen couldn't see the man's face, it was a black void within the folds of his hood.

"Imoen," whispered the man in a dry croak. He stabbed his shovel into the ground, burying the metal wedge. The man shuffled towards Imoen, breathing heavily, gloved hands clawing the air in front of him.

Imoen started breathing faster, her heart thumped loudly in her ears, she was aware of the soaked shift clinging to her breasts so tightly that her nipples were visible through the thin fabric.

"Imoen..my daughter," croaked the man as he dropped heavy palms onto the girl's thin shoulders.

"Bhaal..father," gasped Imoen, her eyes wide, staring up into the dead god's bright, burning red gaze.

"You've finally come to me. How I dreamed that I would meet my children, my progeny," sighed Bhaal, his rough, leather-clad fingers stroking Imoen's short, damp hair.

Imoen was paralyzed, she could only stand before the dead god while he tugged off the glove from his right hand, revealing a skeletal claw sheathed in parchment dry, corpse white skin. A curved, black-nailed finger caressed Imoen's neck, she shivered at the touch, biting her lower lip when Bhaal dug the nail deeper into her flesh, drawing blood.

"My blood gives you life, child," whispered Bhaal, leaning close to Imoen's face and licking her neck softly, tasting the warm droplets of blood spilling from the small wound. Imoen closed her eyes, almost panting, in a daze of heat, fear, and pleasure.

Bhaal broke away from Imoen, he enfolded her sweat-soaked breasts with his claws, he squeezed them until the girl opened her eyes and met his hot gaze.

"You are mine, Imoen. When your time in the world is done, you will come back to me, to your father."

"Yes," sighed Imoen, her nipples hard against Bhaal's hands as heat washed over her like a tide, blurring her vision, then carrying her away into oblivion.

***

Imoen coughed as a stream of water poured over her, jarring her awake. Irenicus stood nearby, watching stoically while the downpour from the open faucet soaked Imoen's smooth, unmarked flesh. The wizard twisted the faucet shut, then bent down to open Imoen's manacles with a small, silver key. Imoen was weak from hunger and from kneeling all night, Irenicus had to pull her to her feet, his fingers hard around her left arm. The mage yanked Imoen after him, leaving the tile chamber and marching down a long, empty passageway. Irenicus and Imoen climbed a short, spiral stairwell and went down another passage before passing through an arched doorway on the left-hand wall. Wizard and prisoner stood within a huge laboratory, almost identical to the lab in Athkatla, except this room was five times bigger, with an enormous sky-light bathed in the hot sun's glow and two long banks of windows that gave an impressive view of the ocean. The laboratory had two levels, the lower level was dominated by two rows of sphere-shaped tanks, each holding a subject in thick, green nutrient solution. The upper level supported Irenicus's paper-strewn desk and several work tables covered with instruments.

Imoen watched one of her clones pull another from a nutrient tank. The emerging clone dripped fluid onto the floor, she was shuddering as the first clone draped a blanket over her shoulders. Irenicus took Imoen's limp right hand and led her into the lab, the girl followed submissively, drawn to her clone sisters.

"Get her on the table," ordered Irenicus sharply.

The wizard set Imoen at the foot of the staircase ascending to his desk. With a touch on the forehead and a word of magic, Irenicus froze Imoen in place, she could only watch as her clone led their wet sibling to a rising operating table that emerged from a compartment in the floor. Irenicus returned from his work area holding several syringes and tourniquets. A stroke of a finger and another word freed Imoen, Irenicus took her to the table where one clone lay and another stood awaiting orders from her master.

"Hold her," snapped the wizard to the standing clone.

Imoen's twin snatched her arms and held them securely. Irenicus stretched out Imoen's right arm, bound it with a tourniquet, and stabbed a syringe into her flesh. Imoen whimpered softly while Irenicus filled the syringe with her blood. When the mage yanked out the needle, the tiny wound healed almost instantly.

Irenicus set the filled syringe on the operating table where the second clone lay. He crossed the lab and pulled on a tall lever, a second operating table rose from the floor, bearing a naked woman with blue-black skin and bone-white hair. The dark elf was thin and emaciated, bound to the metal operating table with leather manacles around the wrists and ankles. The drow didn't move when Irenicus snapped a tourniquet around her left arm and filled a second syringe with her blood. A brief glow of magic from a fingertip healed the half-conscious drow's needle wound. Irenicus shifted to the operating table where the second Imoen clone waited on her back, her bare breasts rising and falling peacefully.

"Bind her."

The first Imoen clone released her prisoner and went to the table, wrapping thick leather restraints around her clone sister's ankles. Imoen sagged against one of the nutrient tanks, the glass was warm to the touch as Imoen clung to it, watching the wizard numbly.

Irenicus secured a tourniquet around the second clone's slim left arm while the first clone finished binding her sibling's wrists. The mage grasped the clone's arm firmly, tapping the flesh until a vein appeared, then sliding the syringe with Imoen's blood into the yielding skin. Irenicus was whispering while he injected the naked girl with Imoen's blood. The fluid within the syringe became bright scarlet, it glowed like candle flame, the bound clone whimpered, her lips shook.

The wizard raised the second syringe into the sunlight, then plunged it into the nude clone's arm. More whispers of magic followed, the syringe glowed, the clone Imoen bit her lower lip hard, blood slid down her tiny chin.

Imoen quaked on her bare feet when the bound clone screamed. The clone was jerking on her restraints, the veins in her temples swelling and pulsing, her skin becoming hot pink, then shifting to burning red. Irenicus took notes in a small notebook, he watched dispassionately as the clone on the table rocked and howled, tears of agony pouring down her face. The clone's struggles slowly stopped, she rested limply on the cold steel table, her skin bathed in sweat, her breasts heaving.

The mage put away his notes and leaned down, setting his right ear above the clone girl's left breast, listening to her throbbing heart. The clone was unconscious, the pain of the mixed blood in her veins had become too much. Irenicus readied a third syringe and drew blood from the bound girl. The blood was bright green, its sickly glow illuminated the sharp features of the mage's face as he smiled with satisfaction.

"Take them both to the holding room, await me there."

The first clone released the second from the table and threw the body over one shoulder. She grabbed Imoen's left wrist and tugged the girl away from the sphere-tank. Imoen looked over her shoulder at Irenicus as she was taken from the lab, he was climbing to his desk, holding the glowing syringe up with both hands reverently.

***

The second Imoen clone sat up and shrieked. Imoen stopped in mid-bite, then continued to eat the crust of dry bread she had found in a covered basket within a corner of the square, featureless, stone room. Imoen glanced at the first clone, she stood in another corner, arms at her sides, staring straight ahead blankly.

The second clone rubbed her left arm. She struggled to her feet, running trembling fingers through her short, thick, auburn hair. She made note of her sisters, frowned at the lack of windows in the room, then crossed the floor quickly to the basket and snatched two handfuls of bread. The clone squatted down near a wall away from the standing clone and from Imoen, she stuffed her mouth with bread, chewing loudly.

"My name is Imoen. Can you understand me?" asked the girl tentatively.

"I'm not a zombie like her," chewed the clone, nodding at the vacant-eyed girl. "Master gave me intelligence."

"How do you feel after...?"

"Master used me as a vessel to synthesize an elixir with your blood and Viconia's," replied the clone.

"Why?"

"To create an elixir of immortality," munched the clone, popping her last piece of bread between her lips.

Imoen lowered her bread to her lap and digested the clone's revelation.

"He's going to inject himself with what he drew from you?"

"Yes," nodded the clone, eyeing Imoen's bread greedily.

"What will happen to us?"

"We die when we can no longer serve him," shrugged the naked girl.

Noticing the object of the clone's interest, Imoen handed her bread to the girl. The clone crossed the room and sat next to Imoen, taking the bread and eating it slowly, savoring it with almost sensual relish. After devouring the last crumb of bread, the clone let her eyes slide up and down Imoen, she licked moist, pink lips lustfully.

Imoen met the clone's hot stare, "Irenicus gave you more than intelligence, didn't he?"

The clone girl nodded and let her fingers stroke Imoen's right shoulder. "He strengthened my appetites, I have to eat more than you, and satisfy myself.."

Imoen's twin reached between her legs and started fondling herself. Imoen pulled away from the masturbating girl, yet she couldn't take her eyes away.

"I need you, sister," begged the nude clone, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking her own juices from the dripping tips.

Imoen sat in a corner, trembling while her clone advanced toward her on hands and knees, murmuring about her need, her breasts swaying underneath her.

"Don't..," protested Imoen as soft fingers stroked her legs, slowly spreading them apart.

"I have to love you, taste you," purred the clone girl, kneeling between Imoen's open thighs, her lips descending to the Daughter of Bhaal's erect nipples.

An electric thrill spread from Imoen's nipples as her twin hungrily sucked on her breasts, soaking them in saliva. The clone girl's hands slipped underneath Imoen and cupped her small buttocks, fingers pressed hard against her ass, the clone's lips tugged ravenously, making her nipples ache with pleasure.

"Stop it...stop," panted Imoen, her eyelids fluttering as her twin planted warm kisses between her tits, groping hands rubbing over Imoen's tight buttocks.

"Then why is your pussy so wet?" smiled the clone before she slid her tongue over Imoen's belly, nuzzling her sister's crotch, stroking the panting girl's clit with the tip of her tongue.

Imoen's thighs closed around her clone's head. The Daughter of Bhaal's hips rolled as the clone slurped loudly on her cunt, a hot tongue diving into her snatch, wriggling within the moist petals of her sex.

The clone sat up on her knees, she kissed Imoen on the mouth, Imoen sucked on the saliva and cum clinging to the naked girl's lips. Imoen slid onto her back, the clone straddled the flushed girl's face, biting her lip when Imoen kissed her honey-soaked cunt, gentle lips caressing her swollen clitoris. The naked clone bucked slowly, pressing her palms against the smooth, stone wall, her breasts shaking as Imoen ate her pussy, driving a tongue up deep into her vagina, lips sucking on her blood-engorged labia. Imoen reached up and squeezed the clone's shapely ass, her nails scratched lightly across the curve of each buttock while her lips sucked sweet cunt flesh into her mouth, she nibbled and tugged until the girl above her moaned and shuddered.

"Ugh! That's good! That's soooo good!" moaned the clone, clutching at her own quivering tits, grinding her pussy into Imoen's slurping mouth. The clone rode Imoen's face faster and faster, finally quivering as a torrent of nectar spilled over Imoen's lips and chin. Imoen's nostrils were filled with the musk of her sister's oozing pussy, she stroked the panting girl's cunt with her tongue, licking her twin's sex clean.

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