Slayers: Nahga in the Dark Elf City
 
by PJ
 
 
The sun beat down heavily upon Nahga's hunched body.  She stumbled along the road, a heavy brown cloak wrapped around her naked body, a hood draped over her head to protect her face from the glaring orb above.  While Nahga was grateful for the cloak, she didn't enjoy how it bottled in the heat, making her skin clammy with sweat. 
 
Suddenly, Nahga moaned softly, falling to her knees.  She rested on her palms, her lips trembling as a rivulet of blood dripped down between her thighs.
 
"The bitch is squirting again," announced Panther, standing a short distance away, looking at Nahga's kneeling form in disgust.
 
"Then pick her up and keep her moving, I want to reach the city by dusk," retorted Hawk from further down the road, hands resting impatiently on hips.
 
"Damn it!" swore Panther, bending down to grab Nahga's shoulders.  He yanked the slim woman to her feet, then held her against him as he resumed walking down the dirt road.
 
The quartet traveled the road across a featureless grass plain, the sun slowly making its descent to the western horizon.  When the sky was red and purple, beginning its transformation to velvet black, the bandits and their prize reached the edge of the Dark Elf Forest.
 
 
The Dark Elf Forest reflected the perverted nature of its masters.  Trees grew in abundance, but they were dark, twisted things that oozed a foul, black ichor instead of sap.  Instead of bushes and healthy green undergrowth, there were stagnant pools of black water and patches of quicksand that would consume the unwary in an instant.  A boiling, grey mist covered the forest floor, concealing the quicksand and the Forest's many predators that would pounce without warning.
 
"Uh, I'll wait for you here, boss," stammered Tiny, backing away from the looming wood.
 
"Wimp," sneered Panther.
 
"Fine.  C'mon, Panther," replied Hawk with a wave of his right arm.
 
Hawk and Panther led Nahga into the forest, where the mist cloaked around them, taking them from Tiny's sight.
 
 
The bandits followed the cleared forest path, safely penetrating the wood to its corrupt heart.  The mist broke away, revealing the dark majesty of the Dark Elf city.
 
A single obsidian fortress dominated the city's skyline, reaching up like a spear to plunge into the heart of the heavens defiantly.  The city itself sprawled out in ever expanding rings, each ring bordered with high stone walls capped with sharp battlements.  A foul, putrid cloud hung over the Dark Elf metropolis, the stink of unwashed slaves, excrement, and heart-stopping fear.
 
"Maybe Tiny had the right idea," muttered Panther, licking his lips nervously.
 
"We won't tarry long.  We'll sell the bitch, get our gold, and leave," soothed Hawk, his own mind uneasy as he looked upon the decadent city.
 
Hawk led the way to the city's main gates: huge, towering double doors of spiked iron adorned with rotting corpses and splattered with blood.
 
"Stand and declare yourselves!" shouted a Dark Elf sentry from the main gate's rampart, a heavy crossbow loaded and aimed at Hawk's chest.
 
"I am Hawk the Bandit, and this is my associate, Panther!  We have a female slave that we wish to sell in your city!"
 
"You may enter!" replied the guard, motioning to his comrades below.
 
The main gates ground open slowly, the hinges screeching shrilly, badly in need of oiling.
 
Hawk and Panther pulled Nahga with them while they walked past the gates' threshold.
 
"Hold!" snapped a black-robed Elf, raising one wide, silver-lined sleeve.
 
"What?" retorted Hawk impatiently.
 
"I sense magic in this woman, strong magic!" hissed the Dark Elf mage, walking forward and grasping Nahga's chin, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes.  "She is a sorceress!"
 
"Impossible!  She's never used magic on us!" protested Panther.
 
The Dark Elf wizard sniffed Nahga, then reached inside the folds of her cloak, probing her pussy professionally.
 
"It is her Time.  A female wizard cannot use magic during her Time," said the mage, pulling an iron collar from a robe pocket and fastening the tight ring around Nahga's pale neck.  "I have Warded her now.  She is safe for the slave market."
 
"Fifty crowns," said the guard, jutting out his right palm.
 
"What?!  What for?" demanded Hawk.
 
"Entry fee, slave permit, and Warding service," checked off the Dark Elf, curling one finger for each of his points.
 
"Damned elves!" muttered Hawk, withdrawing the money from his money bag.
 
When Hawk had paid the required fees, the guard captain allowed the humans to pass through his screen of soldiers.  Hawk and Panther gratefully lost themselves in the press of people clogging the city's twisted streets as they dragged Nahga to the slave market.
 
 
"She looks healthy, and the magic in her blood will fetch a fine price," remarked the fat Dark Elf as he examined Nahga's naked body while she stood self-consciously near the stairs leading up to the auction block.  "You want me to put her up now?"
 
"Yes," nodded Hawk.
 
"Twenty crowns, plus twenty-percent of whatever she fetches on the block."
 
"Worse thieves than me," growled Hawk under his breath, reaching for his dangling money bag once again.
 
After counting out his money carefully, the fat Dark Elf fastened a chain leash to Nahga's Ward collar and pulled her up the stairs onto the empty auction block.
 
Nahga looked out at a sea of smiling, cruel faces: Dark Elves, Mind Flayers, Lesser Demons, and even powerful human warlords and wizards.
 
"An exquisite creature for your viewing pleasure!" began the obese Elf, indicating Nahga grandly with a sweep of his pudgy right arm.  "A beautiful young woman who possesses the gift of Magic!  Truly a bargain for a mere one thousand gold crowns!"
 
"One thousand!" shouted a human fighter with spiky black platemail.
 
"Two thousand!" countered a Mind Flayer, his purple mouth tentacles wriggling.
 
"Three!" roared a demon with a huge, fang-filled maw and enormous, curving horns jutting from his glistening forehead.
 
 
"It's her!" exclaimed Cara, her almond-shaped green eyes wide with astonishment.
 
"Who, Mistress?" inquired Orcus, her demon companion.
 
"Nahga the Serpent!" spat Cara, her mask-covered face twisting with fury.  "At last I shall have my revenge!"
 
 
"Six thousand!" bid a richly dressed Dark Elf noble.
 
"Ten thousand!" shouted Cara, eyes blazing.
 
The crowd murmured in surprise, no one had ever bid such a sum for a slave in decades.
 
"Ten thousand," repeated the fat Dark Elf slaver, his jowls quivering with excitement, "do I hear another bid?"
 
Silence filled the slave market.
 
"Ten thousand once, ten thousand twice, sold!" declared the slaver, pointing at Cara and her towering companion.
 
Cara shoved her way through the press of elves and monsters, approaching the fat slaver as he led Nahga down the stairs.
 
"Coin please," smiled the slaver greedily.
 
Cara motioned at Orcus, who withdrew a bulging sack from his pouch of Holding.
 
The slaver wrapped his arms around the immense sack, staggering under its weight while Cara wrapped her slim, gloved fingers around the end of Nahga's leash.
 
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you, bitch!" sneered Cara into Nahga's terrified face.
 
 
The fire from the nearby braziers illuminated Nahga's naked body, giving it a glimmering golden sheen as Cara slammed a stiff black leather crop against the outstretched woman's belly.
Nahga groaned, her screams long since spent from the Dark Elf's endless lashing.  Nahga lay on her back upon a rack, her wrists bound by leather manacles above her head, her legs stretched taut and held by matching ankle bonds.  The sorceress' flesh was covered with angry red welts, the result of hours of whipping and lashing with whips and riding crops.  Cara stood near the edge of the rack's left side, her lithe elven body encased in concealing black leather, her head covered in a tight leather mask and hood, a tightly bound tail of raven hair dangling down to the base of her spine.
 
"Don't fade on me now, bitch!" grinned Cara, slapping her crop down against Nahga's right thigh.  "I haven't even begun to make you suffer yet!  Orcus! The ointment!"
 
The demon Orcus, now in his goblin form, waddled over to a small table and retrieved a wide jar of pink ointment.  He brought the jar to his Mistress, twisting the container open for her.
 
Cara reached in with two glove-clad fingers, gathering a thick dollop of ointment and dribbling it between Nahga's thighs.
 
"No, stop!" panted Nahga, her lips shivering as she felt the Dark Elf rub the ointment over her pussy.
 
"Soon you'll beg for it, slut," giggled Cara, licking her full, sensual, violet lips.
 
Nahga struggled in her bonds, her cunt searing with lust caused by the ointment's magic.  Cara covered Nahga's clit with the smooth, sticky jam, her slender fingers caressing the naked woman's nub until Nahga gasped with helpless ecstasy.  Nahga arched her back, shoving her pussy onto the Dark Elf's fondling digits.  Cara grinned, inserting a finger into Nahga's moist slit, jabbing in and out of the woman's quivering pink cunt.
 
Cara withdrew more ointment, covering Nahga's enormous, pumping tits.  Nahga moaned, her large, pink nipples aching as Cara dripped creamy ointment over her throbbing mammaries.  Cara kissed Nahga's groaning mouth while she massaged the bound woman's huge, glistening breasts.  The leather-clad Dark Elf explored Nahga's hot mouth, their tongues slithering over each other wantonly.
 
"Please..it feels so good," purred Nahga as Cara nibbled on the side of her neck.
 
Cara pressed the tip of her riding crop between Nahga's legs.  She rubbed the slick rod up and down Nahga's cunt, caressing the tender pink folds of the sorceress' labia.  Nahga shuddered, musky honey squirting out of her pussy to drip from the sides of the rubbing crop.  Cara shoved the crop's tip into Nahga's vagina, ramming it roughly into the woman.  Nahga groaned, the Dark Elf chewing on her lower lip, as her hips shivered, reflexively thrusting up so the crop could dip deeper into her clenching belly.
 
Cara covered Nahga's left nipple with purple, clasping lips.  She sucked hungrily on Nahga's tit, filling her mouth with hot, perspiring flesh while she pumped her riding crop back and forth inside Nahga's gleaming cunt.  Nahga's crotch rocked up and down, her legs bent as she rammed more and more of the stiff crop's length into her snatch.  Body-melting heat built within Nahga's vagina, growing hotter and hotter until it finally blossomed like an irresistible Fireball, making the woman's entire body thrash, an orgasmic scream ripping from her pumping lungs.
 
The Dark Elf removed her crop, moving the nectar-dripping tip close to Nahga's gasping mouth.
 
"Suck it."
 
Nahga obeyed, holding her mouth open so Cara could place the cum-slick shaft inside.  Once the crop was between Nahga's lips, the woman sucked hard on it, her cheeks clenching, her tongue licking her own juices from the hardened leather.
 
"Now you really are my whore, for the rest of your pathetic life," chuckled Cara, stroking Nahga's flushed left cheek with a gloved finger.
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