Chapter 3: The Palanthas Party Favor

It was early morning and as usual the servants were taken aback by the Golden General moaning. Laurana bucked her hips against the air almost as if some invisible entity was fucking her. She even gyrated against some invisible perpetrator. As she did every night the naked elf erupted in a gusher at atop her bedroll. Laurana’s dreams were oft times more intense than her real life.

The Abyss...

The cackling laughter of Takhisis was heard overwhelming all else. Laurana found out that in the Abyss Takhisis could take any perverted thought in her head and make it manifest. She also found out that she would be subject to any perverted thought Takhisis had. She seemed to have endless amounts of them. In this case, she was reliving a lewd intense scenario in which she lost the battle of the ford. She was being forced to carry her battle standard as a whore for Emperor Arkias’s entire army. She was not sure this was a nightmare or a wet dream. For in the real world, she was just behaving like a wanton slut wanting to be always fucked. And why would anyone think differently she had been enthusiastic participant of her own degradation. Her behavior in her sleep was just an extension of what they saw when she was awake. To the servants Laurana had already cemented her status as a demented nymphomaniac slut. To make matters worse, thanks to the ritual no living being would ever get tired of her erotic nature or her body. Even people who were not sapphic were when in the presence of Laurana.

Ophena decided to humiliate Laurana by ordering her to sleep on the floor on a bedroll in between the beds that Sylara and Ophena slept on. They announced to the staff it was because of Laurana slutty nature of erupting in orgasm every night making a mess of the bed. In reality both of her Mistress got pleasure in treating the noble Elf like their pet.

Laurana morning began as it has begun every morning this past month. With the elf waking up with wet thighs. Her next order of business every morning was to crawl to Sylara and slowly lick up the cleric’s legs until she woke up her Mistress with her tongue. Sylara’s juices squirting upon her face. As per the curse given to her during that debauched ceremony, Laurana erupted orgasm the same time her Mistress did, Laurana was bound for the rest of her life to cum whenever Sylara, Bella, or Ophena climaxed to share their moment of bliss with one of her own. Worse, she constantly daydreamed thinking about every inch of their bodies. A crush would be an awkward passing compared to the lust that she constantly felt for them. She masturbated at the thought of licking the moist nether lips of Ophena. Everytime she felt shame and vulnerability.

As with every morning Ophena was next. She always crawled over to Ophena on all fours. Ophena would wake up earlier than anyone which meant she made her “wake up” duties much longer. Ophena would snap her fingers and point down like she was a dog. Laurana would lower her head down and pay homage to her by placing a kiss on Ophena’s feet. Ophena like every morning would simply say, “You may continue, slut” After which Laurana orally mapped every inch of her inner legs and thighs, ending with an intense effort to finish her new Mistress off enthusiastically reaching orgasm through cunnilingus. Ophena would cum hard in Laurana’s face whose mouth seemed to be opened due to the fact she was orgasming too.

Bella was different. Bella’s command always seemed harder to follow because she did not go straight to being serviced. She made Laurana kiss her passionately and declare her love for the bar wench. Bella always fondled Laurana the most, to which Laurana as ordered would tell Bella that she was the best partner she ever had and that she wished Bella would marry her. Laurana felt humiliated by desecrating Tanis’s memory by her words but also by how hot and bothered Bella’s manipulations made her.

Then she would wake both men up with a blowjob. Often the two gentlemen would follow this spit roasting her but today they simply spang up and got ready it seemed they were eager to get to whatever project they got planned.

“Bella demands your presence in the baths, slut.” barked one of the maids. By the heavens, even the maids are above her. Laurana, embarrassed nodded and scurried as fast as she could to the baths.

Laurana would go over to the baths where she would service Bella by being her personal handmaiden, making sure every crevice of her body was washed clean. After she was done three more handmaidens appeared and she did not recognize them, they were not from Rewin’s estate.

Bella looked imperiously over to the three females that were in the process of getting ready to wash Laurana and said, “Make sure she is ready. The night mistress will not be pleased if she is not prepared precisely as ordered.

Tonight was to be a special night. Sylara, Ophena, and Bella were going to the Temple of Takhisis. Laurana had been lost in a nonstop orgy of lust being fucked one way the other since losing that bet. However, she was genuinely frightened now. Takhisis and her minions wanted Laurana permanently subdued for quite a long time and the longer she was around the three gorgeous ladies and their two male studs, the more she thought they were going to succeed. She masturbated herself to a devastating orgasm the day prior thinking of the domination sessions with Ophena, she made such a mess below her that the maids vocally balked at having to “clean up after Laurana again”. The comment made Laurana embarrassed and mad at herself for being such a slut. It seemed she felt non-stop moments of embarrassment since losing the bet a month ago. Fortunately, Sylara was true to her word that she would try to keep their games at Rewin’s estate as much as possible. Well except for today. Today she told would be different.

The handmaiden gave Laurana a warm bath like she was accustomed to back in her home. She was being pampered and she forgot how much she loved it. But the way the handmaidens looked at her with a permanent grin on her face. She could not help to shake the feeling like she was being fattened up for the feast. She felt as if she was being prepared more than being serviced. Ophena walked in with a smirk a mile wide across her face. In her hand appeared to be some leather accessories. Bella followed in her hand was clothing of some sort. And finally, Sylara walked in behind the ladies and stopped and looked at Laurana and announced to the room, “The Goddess requires your presence in her temple this night. She has been looking forward to this night since we bound you to her. It appears that the blessings we gave you need payment. And you my delicious pet are going to pay them all in full.” Sylara said as the trio erupted in laughter.

The Hours Later right after Sunset.

The smell of strong incense permeated the central chamber of the temple of Takhisis. The sigil of the five headed dragon adorned every wall. In the center the gorgeous black haired female aspect of the Lust Goddess. A woman with various adornments with golden threads entwined in her robe. A luxurious garment made to indicate rank.

The ceremony took about half an hour, the entire room permeated with intense magic. As the pinkish purple hue like the altar resting at Rewin’s pleasure wing outlined the entire walls of the room. The High Priestess was adorned in some kind of bone armor. She was chanting some archaic language to the members of the temple.

“Bring in the Offering to the Goddess! “ The woman called out.

Four Priest Carried topless litter atop of which was Lauranna, the temple patrons gasped.

Laurana could feel the eyes of everyone as the four priests brought her closer to the goddess. She was completely naked except for a small piece of cloth that covered her modesty. Her heart was beating with anticipation and fear at what was about to come next. As she reached the center of the room, she knelt with her hands clasped behind her head thrusting her luscious and sizable breast forward. She gazed up at Takhisis with reverence in her eyes, knowing that whatever happened here today would shape her future forever.

The High Priestess stepped forward, chanting ancient words from a long-forgotten language. It felt like time stopped as their voices filled the chamber and urged energy outward through Laurana’s body until it seemed like the air around them was charged with power. The goddess herself stepped forward and stood in front of Laurana, placing two fingers between her brows in the sign of blessing before pulling Laurana up into an embrace.

The embrace felt like it went on forever, but soon enough it was done, and the goddess stepped back, slowly turning away from Laurana, and addressing all those present in a powerful voice “You are blessed by my presence this night! You have chosen one worthy of my grace, and I bestow upon them my mark.” With a wave of Takhisis’s hand a golden symbol suddenly appeared on Laurana’s forehead marking her as one who has been touched by divine power or moreover cursed by divine power. Lauranna oiled body was placed in the center of the temple. She was stuck holding her arms behind her head.

“Use this vessel to spread my influence on all the corners of Palanthas. Profane their savior, corrupt my brother’s city. Use her sex to profane the pure and to humiliate her show the Golden General her proper place.

Lauranna was genuinely scared seeing the high priestess turn into the avatar present in her dreams. The light dissipated, and she was alone naked, oiled up on a serving tray in the middle of her enemies. She tried to stay still as one of the priests wrapped her hair around his fingers.

Sylara slowly slunk towards Laurana, her bare leg trailing across the floor seductively as she moved closer. She climbed onto the serving tray and positioned herself so that her leg was draped over Laurana’s shoulder, her sex just inches away from Laurana’s face. She leaned down and grabbed a fistful of Laurana’s golden hair, pulling her head down to meet her naked sex. “Lick me,” Sylara commanded in a husky voice. “And do not stop until I tell you.”

Laurana closed her eyes and obeyed, using her tongue to explore every inch of Sylara’s sex. She could feel the heat emanating from it and the velvet softness of Sylara’s skin against her lips. She could hear the moans and gasps of pleasure coming from Sylara as she continued to lick and suck on her clit.

Meanwhile, the first priest had walked behind Laurana and positioned himself between her spread legs. He pulled her hips up so that her ass was exposed to everyone in the room and began to thrust into her from behind. The combination of being orally pleasuring Sylara while being penetrated from behind was overwhelming for Laurana. But she knew better than to disobey or resist, for she was now a vessel for Takhisis’ influence and must fulfill her will.

Sylara arched her back as she felt herself approaching climax, pulling on Laurana’s hair even harder as she moaned in ecstasy. The first priest quickened his pace, grunting with each thrust as he took pleasure in using this once pure maid for his own desires. And with one final thrust, both Sylara and the first priest reached their release almost simultaneously, their cries mixing in a symphony of pleasure.

As they all regained their breath and composure, Sylara turned to face Laurana with a satisfied smirk on her face. “You will continue to serve the entire congregation tonight. The next Priest appeared behind Laurana not letting her slink to the ground as he pulled her ass to his cock and began pounding her mercilessly.

The third priest, a burly and muscular man with a cruel glint in his eye, grabbed Laurana by the hips and roughly pulled her towards him. He positioned himself behind her and entered her with one swift thrust, causing Laurana to cry out in both pain and pleasure. The force of his entry pushed Laurana’s face into Sylara’s still glistening sex, forcing her to continue licking and pleasuring her even as she was being savagely fucked from behind.

The third priest began to pound into Laurana with an almost animalistic intensity, grunting and growling as he showed no mercy towards the innocent maiden. He grabbed onto her hair, pulling it back so that he could whisper in her ear while he continued to thrust into her relentlessly.

“You are nothing but a vessel for our goddess Takhisis,” the third priest snarled in Laurana’s ear. “She has chosen you to serve us and fulfill her desires. And we will use you however we see fit.”

Laurana whimpered as she felt tears begin to stream down her face. She was being debased, degraded, and used for the pleasure of these priests who worshipped a dark goddess. Yet despite the pain and humiliation, there was also a strange sense of arousal building within her body.

As the third priest continued to ravage her from behind, Sylara watched with satisfaction before deciding to join in on the fun. She climbed off the serving tray and moved behind the third priest, grabbing onto his muscular arms and pulling him closer towards Laurana.

“You are doing well,” Sylara purred into his ear as she reached around him to fondle his chest. “Our goddess is pleased with your devotion.”

With each thrust, the third priest let out a guttural moan as Sylara ravaged his neck with kisses and bites. His body tensed in ecstasy as he slammed harder into Laurana, whose senses were overloaded with pleasure and pain. She cried out in a mixture of agony and euphoria as her body convulsed into another orgasm. In the corner, Bella’s cries mingled with Laurana’s as Ophena’s binding magic forced them all to climax together. The intensity of their joined pleasure was like an electric shock coursing through their bodies, leaving them trembling and breathless.

With a sinister grin, the four black-robed acolytes lifted the litter and carried it towards a distant altar. Sylara and Ophena, high priestesses of their dark cult, eagerly grabbed onto Laurana’s limp limbs and hoisted her onto the stone slab. The altar was designed with cutouts for her neck to rest in, forcing her head to tilt back and expose her mouth to the watching congregation. Her ankles were secured over the sides, holding her legs open and presenting her most intimate areas to whoever was approaching.

Two powerful priests followed the acolytes, their eyes hungrily fixed on the helpless woman before them. One thrust his cock into her waiting mouth, while the other roughly penetrated her sex, relishing in the power they had over this once proud and defiant woman. As they took their pleasure from her body, they made sure to degrade and humiliate her with every word and action, reveling in their domination over her. This was their twisted ritual, and Laurana was nothing more than a sacrifice to their dark desires.

Laurana lay on the altar, her body covered in sweat and marks from the priests who had just finished using her. Her mind was hazy, and her body ached, but she knew that this was far from over.

The lowly acolytes surrounded her, their eyes hungry and eager to have their turn with the captive woman. They wasted no time in stripping off their black robes and revealing their naked and pale bodies. With a wicked grin, Sylara stepped forward and began to instruct them on what they were to do.

“Each of you will take your turn with our sacrifice,” she commanded, “but first, we must prepare her for you.”

The other high priestesses joined in as they began to cover Laurana’s face with thick layers of makeup. The acolytes laughed as they watched the once proud warrior being transformed into a lewd and debauched creature. They painted her lips crimson red and blackened her eyelids until she resembled a harlot.

Once they were satisfied with their work, they moved on to the rest of her body. They painted lewd symbols onto her skin with dark paint and adorned her body with jewelry made from bones and feathers. As they worked, they taunted Laurana with degrading comments about how she looked like a whore now.

Finally, it was time for them to take their turn with Laurana. The acolytes eagerly climbed onto the altar, each one positioning themselves between Laurana’s legs or at her mouth. Three of them surrounded her at once, taking turns thrusting into her mouth or sex while the others watched.

Laurana could feel herself becoming overwhelmed by the multiple sensations bombarding her body. She could hear flesh slapping against flesh and moans echoing throughout the room as each acolyte took their pleasure from her.

But it did not stop there. Sylara had other plans for her, and Laurana soon found herself being penetrated by multiple acolytes.

By the time the congregation of Takhisis found her, Laurana was completely spent and had collapsed from exhaustion. They lifted her limp body onto a mule cart and began their journey across Palanthas to Rewin’s estate. The once stunning elf queen mother now lay in a tangled mess, her silken hair matted with sweat and other fluids. Her wrists were bound to her ankles, forcing them up in an uncomfortable position. And as if that was not enough humiliation, inside her sex was a stick fashioned into the shape of a dragon lance. A crude sign hung above her head, labeling her as “The Golden General”. This was how they would present her to their leader, a broken and defiled symbol of resistance against Takhisis’ rule.

The next day.

Laurana was washed and allowed to rest well as much as a sex slave to five sexually charged deviants could be. Fortunately for Laurana the men were preparing for her stay at the barracks. Part of her was nervous. She escaped the knights use of her body by Tethren telling everyone to leave the fencing grounds after the first bet. Plus, the knight commander hated Laurana and blamed her for his son dying. She had a feeling it was going to be a harder time there than the temple the night before. Her reputation would take a hit, or maybe not. Tethren informed her that only the Lord Commander’s knights would be there. Which worried Laurana, none of the knights that held her in high regard would be at the feast, just the ones that despised her.

Order of the Rose Barracks Palanthas.

The Golden Banquet

Tethren walked into the Sunroom with a big smile on their face. “I have the preparations ready. Bella, Ophena, did you make an outfit that will deliver?” He asked.

“Oh yes ... this is going to be hot. May we come in and watch?” Sylara said seductively to the large knight answering for the two women addressed.

“Tethren why have you called us here today? Come to brag about bedding another legendary piece of ass and not offering us any?” A raspy veteran called out which elicited collective laughter from the Banquet Hall.

“No no, I know most of you have not forgiven me for kicking some of you out of the building that glorious day last year when I got to bed someone hopelessly above my station. I know many of you still harbor my ill will” Tethren said in a compassionate sincere tone.

“You kicked us out, the fun we could have had!” Samson barked out from the back; the man had more scars than a medical tent.

“Yes, you kicked us out then bragged about it! You rubbed our noses in it!” Another knight called out.

“I wanted to show her my thanks for that little maneuver at the ford. She broke it too soon and I lost a quarter of my men. Our lads were to protect the rear from any Dragon Army flanking actions, and we got sacrificed just so she could claim her big victory!” An older knight yelled from the rear.

“And you wanted a chance to have her make it up to you in some way?” Tethren inquired.

“Yes, my brother. My son was lost in that maneuver. She got acclaimed. we got put to the rear of the army because we were so undermanned, we were not long functional as a regiment.” The old man intoned.

“I know Varos ... I know what you suffered that day. I also know that we do not get enough credit for winning the fight and she got more than it was due. Even getting herself captured. “Tethren yelled out.

The knights then broke out into a grievance session about the Golden General. Despite their gratitude at the time. It seems with accolades received comes jealousy. It was obvious that the knights themselves perpetuated the rumors of her ineptness. As an only being gorgeous figurehead.

Tethren let them reach a fever pitch of anger before cutting it short by booming across the room.

“Brothers!!! Enough! Enough! I did not mention this to make us sound like sour old men. I wanted us to come together for this joyous day. Our time here on this day will be talked about the rest of our lives. First, I would want to have our servants bring out a banquet that was made possible by one of our chief patrons in the city Rewin Gladson.