Chapter 1

Connie awoke to nearly total darkness. The fact that she awoke gave her pause, but only for a moment. The last thing she remembered was being electrocuted to death. Now, however, she was lying on soft grass, surrounded by trees, and looking up at the night sky. There were few stars, and the air was cold.

She began to shiver and wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. Skin met skin, she was naked. No surprise, that’s how she died, but there was hair hanging in her face. They’d shaved her head. How long had she been out? Dead? Unconscious? She was cold, confused, and alone. In the distance, she could hear the noises of bushes rustling, and small feet pattering. Rabbit? Mice?

Connie stood and a full mane of white hair fell all around her. It was stark, bleached white, and long, very long. She grasped a handful to look at and ... Her skin, it was black. Not black like an African American, or a dark brown. Black, like obsidian, Black and shiny. Her palms had a blueish tint. Something was wrong, this wasn’t natural.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t natural for her to be able to see this clearly in the dark. It wasn’t natural for hair to grow this quickly. She fell to her knees and began to scream, then to cry and eventually sob. She wasn’t sure how long she knelt there, but eventually, she heard voices. They were speaking English.

“This way!” came a male voice. “Twas female, I am certain. Mayhap, she is injured.”

Then a woman’s voice. “Knock it off!” she scolded. “You aren’t a Holy Knight, so quit the Archaic Common alright?” She heard footsteps and more brush rustling, getting closer. Connie drew in on herself, trying to make herself as small as possible.

While she wanted and needed help, she wasn’t sure about these approaching figures. Soon they broke into the clearing she was huddled in. The male yelled in her direction.

“You there!” he yelled, “Are you hurt?” He held some kind of light, and it was bright, too bright, and it hurt, Connie shrieked and covered her eyes and tried to move away from the light. But another person stepped in front of her.

The female voice she’d heard earlier, spoke now. “I think the light hurts her,” she began. “Put the lantern away.” suddenly, the bright light faded and was replaced by a soft amber glow Connie looked up at a muscular redheaded woman dressed in nothing but leather straps, and moccasins. She carried a large backpack and had some kind of short Axe hung from her belt.

“Well, look what we have here,” she cooed. Her voice sounded almost amused. “A naked Drow.” Drow? What the fuck was a Drow? Why did they think she was one? “She’s young, only about one hundred and two or three, by the length of her hair.” Connie was confused, she had no idea what this woman was talking about.

Connie opened her mouth to speak but only heard gibberish coming from her mouth. “vel’uss ph’oyu? vel’klar tlun Usstan?” She wanted to ask who they were and where this place was, but her words made no sense. She understood their words, but only uttered gibberish.

“vel’uss ph’oyu? vel’klar tlun Usstan?” she spat more forcefully. The redhead looked down at her in confusion.

“Hey!, Knucklehead!” called the redhead. “Do you speak under-common?” What the hell is under-common, Connie wondered.

“Naw!” came the response from the male, who was not approaching. He was tall and had long ratty hair and a full beard. She could see scars on his face that gave him a monstrous visage. He was heavily muscled wore hard leather boots and a loin cloth, and carried a huge sword.

Instinctively, Connie screamed again, holding out a hand to try and stop his approach. For just a moment, her hand felt hot, and a pulse ran through her body, warming her.

“GREAT GRUUMSH!” yelled the man. Then he straightened his posture and took in a deep breath as blueish light enveloped his body. He gritted his teeth and growled then pushed his arms outward and the blue light around him shattered like glass and was gone. “Why’d you do that?” He yelled at Connie, who whimpered and curled in on herself again.

There was a loud smacking sound, then the woman yelled. “Are you nuts? You’re scaring her!” she scolded. “Knock it off!”

“But she started it!” he called back to the redhead. “I mean, Sacred flames are no big deal, but it still sting!” he complained, now sounding more like a petulant child than an aggressive warrior.

“Yeah, well who stalked over to her waving around a massive great sword?” There was no immediate response. Connie looked up and saw the big man shrug. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were compensating for something with a sword THAT big!” the redhead chided him. Connie couldn’t help but giggle but immediately clamped her hands over her mouth.

“Ohh, she understands common,” said the redhead turning toward her with a grin. “Can’t you speak it if you can understand?” she questioned.

Connie shrugged, “usstan xuat zhaun ele f’sarn haska nindol i’dol.” she said hoping the message got through.

The woman slung her backpack down pulled out what looked like a burlap cloak and handed it down to Connie. “Here, put this on,” she said. Then whispered, “Even if you aren’t cold, you don’t want to make him horny,” she said in a conspiratorial tone.

“Hey!” came an incensed shout. “I’m not a cad, you know!” The two women glanced at the man, then back at each other and laughed. Connie was beginning to feel at ease with these two. Connie stood and found that she wasn’t quite as tall as the redhead. Somehow she felt shorter than normal. She unfolded the cloak and put it on.

Connie looked at the two, then asked, “xun dos inbal folbol usstan shlu’ta cal? f’sarn ves nug’ri.” Seeing their confusion, Connie cupped her fingers and pointed toward her mouth, hoping they understood.

The redhead nodded and reached into a small pouch on her hip. She pulled out what looked like a strip of beef jerky and handed it to Connie. “Aurochs jerky,” the woman said. “Kind of like Bison, but sweeter.” Connie took it and bit into it. It was good and she finished the strip in no time flat.

“You can follow us if you like,” said the redhead. “Maybe someone in town can speak your language.”

The big man spoke up then. “You sure we should bring a Drow Priestess into town?” Priestess? Connie didn’t understand. She wasn’t a Priestess. Did this have something to do with what happened to him earlier? It still puzzled her and she didn’t know exactly what had happened.

“What’re you talking about?” asked the redhead. “She’s harmless. I think she lost her memory and is probably pretty scared right now,” Connie thought, this woman didn’t know half of it. “We’ll stop at Salarann’s place first, he’ll have some idea.” As they walked Connie followed behind like a lost puppy, wondering what their destination was. None of what they said made sense.

Several hours later, they took a side path that ended at an old stone house that looked like no one had lived there for years. The pair walked up to the door and knocked. A ghostly voice emanated from all around them and gave Connie a sick feeling in her gut.

“BEWARE... “ came the disembodied voice. Those who enter here should notify their next of kin before entering.”

Connie thought that was a fairly unpleasant warning, and drew back several steps. The redhead spoke loudly then, “Salarann!” she shouted, “It’s Zaphyra! and Garuk! Open up already.” There was a pause that stretched on for several minutes. Suddenly the door swung open.

“Nice!” Zaphyra chortled and walked in. Garuk turned to Connie and motioned her to follow, then entered. Connie followed hesitantly and stepped close behind her traveling companions. The short hallway ended at an arch that led into a large room that resembled a library of sorts, only messier.

At a desk piled high with papers, scrolls, and books, sat a grizzled old man, with a white beard and granny spectacles on the bridge of his nose. He looked up when they entered and stood. He seemed to stare past Zaphyra and Garuk, directly at Connie. He walked past the two adventurers and stood in front of Connie.

Connie shrank a bit under the gaze of this old man. He was quite a bit taller than her, and his mouth moved, lips closed as if he were chewing as he stared down at her. “vendui’yathrin, al’doer ulu ussta delmah.” he stated confidently but received no response. Just a blank stare from Connie.

Salarann turned to Zaphyra and asked sharply, “Here now!” he began, “Is she deaf? Mute?” he asked, then turned to look at Connie again. “A deaf-mute?”

Zaphyra looked at Connie and responded. “She seems to understand common,” then smiled and turned to the old man. “But only speaks in that gibberish.” Then asked, “Is it under-common?”

The old man turned back to Connie, “I said, welcome to my home Priestess,” then he watched. Connie looked at both Zaphyra and Garuk before speaking., Then...

“bel’la dos, jhal f’sarn naut natha yathrin. Usstan llaar xuat zhaun vel’uss xor vel’bol Usstan tlun.” The words came fast and loud and Connie cringed and stepped back after saying them. Salarann smiled and clapped his hands several times before turning to Zaphyra.

“Where did you find her?” he asked. “Do you know where her home is?” Zaphyra shook her head and told him, they found her naked and crying in the Dark woods to the North. Salarann turned back to Connie and said. “Well now, let’s make you more comfortable.”

He walked to a chest pulled out a set of clothing with cloth boots on top and handed them to Zaphyra. “Her now...” he began. Take her up to the loft, get her a bath, and put these on her.” then he rubbed his hands together and said. “I’ll make some stew ... Hmm yes stew would be nice.”

Connie looked at the old man and said, “bel’la dos, Ush’akal.” Salarann smiled and patted Connie on the head like a pet puppy.

“Oh foo.” he said with a smile, “It’s my pleasure. Haven’t had guests in...” he trailed off a moment then finished, “Must be years. Yes years now.” then he shooed Connie and Zaphyra away. “Go on now, the water will be hot by the time you get there.” He waved his bony hand and it seemed to sparkle for a moment, then it didn’t.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Connie noticed two doors and an open arch. The arched room looked like a large bedroom. Zaphyra opened the far door, which led to a smaller bedroom. She laid the clothes on the bed, and to Connie’s surprise began to strip, laying her things neatly next to the others.

Except for her red hair and the multitude of scars along her back, Zaphyra reminded Connie just a bit of Roxy. Her eyes watered for a moment and she wiped them before she began to cry. Zaphyra turned and motioned Connie inside. “It’s Ok, it’s private,” she assured Connie. “Salarann set up a ward.”

Connie wasn’t sure what that meant but stepped in. Zaphyra tugged off the cloak covering Connie folded it and stowed it back in her pack. “Let’s get a good look at you, now,” Zaphyra said. She turned Connie around and Connie found herself facing a mirror. What she saw shocked her. She gasped and stepped back thumping against Zaphyra’s naked body.

The figure that Connie saw in the mirror looked monstrous to her. She wasn’t misshapen or horrific. Quite the opposite. The female body she saw was perfect in its proportions and well-toned and muscled. She would be the envy of most women she knew and men would fight over a body like this.

The problem was, that her skin was black. Blacker than she last remembered. It was obsidian and shone like a polished stone. Her long straight hair was snow white. Her palms, and she guessed now the soles of her feet, as well as her nipples, were a pale blue color. Her lips were blood red and there was a shock of snow-white hair above her pussy.

The most shocking thing, though, was her eyes. They were glowing. They glowed a bright crimson, with small silver dots where the pupil would be. Those eyes were the things or nightmares she’d had as a young girl.

She felt Zaphyra’s hands wrap around her body suddenly. “Easy now,” she said softly. “I’m gonna guess, from that reaction, you aren’t a Drow, are you?” Connie shook her head and felt Zaphyra pull her in closer. She felt the immense heat coming from the woman’s body. “Let’s get you cleaned up and presentable, shall we?” Connie could hear the mirth in Zaphyra’s voice as she spun Connie to face her and bit down on a bit of twine as she began bundling Connie’s hair into a ball, then tying it up at the back of her head. She then suddenly lifted Connie into a princess carry and strode out and into the closed door between the two rooms.

The steam that rose in this room made it almost impossible to see. Connie made out the outline of a very large tub, or basin. As they walked closer to it, she could make out what must be a sink or wash basin and an obvious privy. Maybe things here weren’t going to be so different from back home.

Connie’s breath caught for a second and she whimpered, then sighed. “Home?” she thought, she hadn’t been to her home in more than two years. But this seemed comfortable. Zaphyra stepped over the rim of the basin and sank, bringing Connie down into the water with her. It was hot, she felt like she was being lowered into a Jacuzzi with no jets. Connie sighed.

Zaphyra began rubbing Connie’s back and shoulders. Gently splashing hot water over her body. It felt nice. Connie began to melt toward the large woman who just giggled and allowed the smaller woman to mold herself against her hard-muscled form.

“I wish you could speak common,” Zaphyra mused softly. “I don’t even know what to call you.”

“ussta kaas zhah Connie,” Connie said in a sleepy voice. Zaphyra sat up so fast that Connie was pushed forward and jostled out of her reverie. “vel’bol? vel’bol? vel’bol’s l’selg’tarn?” Connie shouted, panic filling her voice. But then Zaphyra began laughing.

“I don’t know most of what you said, but I recognize Connie,” The redhead lifted Connie and turned her to face her now. “That’s a human name,” then with excitement in her eyes, “Is your name Connie? Are you a human?” Connie just nodded and Zaphyra pulled her to her chest and hugged her.

Connie’s arms went around Zaphyra instinctively. Her face nuzzled in the redhead’s neck. She could smell the woman’s musk and it made her swoon. Connie didn’t know why, but she suddenly kissed the soft spot on Zaphyra’s neck, just under her ear. Zaphyra pulled Connie away, sharply and looked deep into her crimson eyes. Then without warning, planted a deep and forceful kiss on Connie’s dark lips.

One of Connie’s arms snaked around Zaphyra’s neck to pull her closer, while the other slithered between their bodies and reached down to find the Redhead’s sex. She began fingering it slowly, poking one, then two fingers inside, pulling out and pinching the sensitive nub of the large woman’s clit.

Zaphyra stiffened, then relaxed. She moved her hand down to find Connie’s hot pussy. And it was hot, hotter than normal from what Zaphyra thought. But then something happened. A Glow surrounded them both. The water began to rise from the basin. Connie’s hand came up and met the other around Zaphyra’s neck. Then Zaphyra felt it. Something was penetrating her sex. It felt like a dick!

Zaphyra pushed Connie back and saw a wicked smile on her face, her eyes glowing hotly and wisps of smoke from her mouth, She leaned back and raised her splayed-out legs to admit the other penis-shaped column of water into her hot pussy. The two water dildos began fucking the women in unison.