"Fuck, my head," I groan, rubbing my temple as I sit up. "What in the Seven Hells happened?"

"And here I was hoping you would know," a voice says next to me.

I look over and find a female gnome sitting across from me. She's bound by chains and manacles, and after a moment I realise, so am I. I look down at myself to find that I've been stripped naked save for my panties. My robes are nowhere to be found.

"Who are you? What's going on here? Why am I chained up?!"

"The name's Retra. Retra Broadstone. I would shake your hand, but the chains don't reach that far." The gnome sighs heavily, leaning back against the stone wall behind her. "As for what's happening here? Well, I wish I knew. I woke up to find myself here, same as you."

I examine the room we're in closely. It looks like some sort of dungeon, though I'm unsure exactly which dungeon it might be. The walls are made entirely of rough grey stones fitted together tightly without mortar between each piece. It is obviously an older construction, but that doesn't give me any clue as to where we might be located currently. The floor beneath us is also stone, worn smooth by countless footsteps over countless years. There are two iron doors set into opposite ends of the room. Neither appear locked as far as I can tell. Both lead into dark corridors beyond where light fails to penetrate fully.

In front of Retra sits a wooden table laden with various instruments of torture including knives, pliers, scalpels, needles, whips, cudgels, and some things I don't recognise offhand. Beside the table lies several coils of rope along with lengths cut short enough to bind someone completely immobile. A pair of tongs hangs from above Retra's head by a chain attached to the ceiling high above her.

"Do you happen to know what they intend to do with us?" Retra asks.

I shake my head slowly. "No idea whatsoever," I reply honestly.

Before either of us can speak further, the door behind me creaks open loudly. Heavy footsteps approach us accompanied by heavy breathing. When whoever entered finally stops moving, I turn around to see who has come calling.

A huge, burly male stands before me dressed entirely in black leather armour studded liberally with spikes along every edge. His head is covered entirely by a helmet fashioned from steel plates overlapping one another forming intricate patterns across its surface giving him an imposing appearance. A pair of red glowing eyes peer menacingly out from beneath his visor staring intently directly into mine.

"Who are you?!" Retra cries out suddenly startling me slightly causing me to jump involuntarily. "Show yourself immediately!"

The man remains silent, unmoving for several moments before reaching up removing his helmet revealing himself as a half orc wearing thick eyeliner underneath his eyes making them stand out prominently upon his green-skinned features. Upon removing his helmet, he drops it onto the floor beside him causing Retra to flinch away nervously glancing nervously between me and the newcomer standing nearby watching silently observing us carefully waiting patiently for something unknown to occur.

"Answer me, bumbletwit! Who are you and what do you intend?!" Retra demands once more.

Finally, the half-orc speaks. "My name is Vrakk Bloodseeker," he states simply, "And I would advise against using such language towards me again."

His voice is deep and seems to promise violence if disobeyed, causing Retra to visibly shudder and swallow nervously.

"Now then," Vrakk continues, "Let's get started shall we?"

Vrakk picks up a coil of rope lying near Retra setting it aside somewhere before kneeling down beside her picking up another coil. He begins tying her wrists together and finishes off by tying a slipknot around her neck.

Once Retra had been properly bound, Vrakk unlocks her shackles.

"Stay put," Vrakk commands Retra sternly pointing directly at her, "Or suffer consequences."

Vrakk moves over towards me picking up another coil laying beside me. He begins tying my wrists together, finishing off with the same slipknot around my neck, removing my shackles once finished.

Vrakk takes the end of the rope around my neck and drags me to my feet, causing me cough as the rope tightens and restrict my breathing, before doing the same with Retra. Her face is completely devoid of expression, her eyes empty and cold. I get the feeling that something unpleasant is going to happen soon, but whether or not it is to me or the gnome, or perhaps both, I don't know. All I can do is watch and wait for the inevitable.

"Move," Vrakk commands again, dragging both Retra and I along behind him. The stone floor is cold under my bare feet sending shivers down my spine that causes goosebumps to erupt over every inch of my body.

"Where are you taking us?" Retra asks, her voice masking the fear her eyes were showing.

Vrakk ignores her question and continues down the corridor leading deeper into darkness. After several turns we find ourselves facing a solid wooden door standing slightly ajar. Vrakk pushes the door open completely revealing what lies beyond.

A large room is illuminated by torches burning brightly upon each wall casting dancing shadows everywhere making everything look ghostly and unreal. Along the left side sits a massive bed covered entirely with silk sheets embroidered in gold thread depicting lewd images depicting various acts performed upon various female prisoners bound forcibly in many different positions. On the right side of the bed rests a wooden table upon which rests bottles of varying shapes sizes and colours labelled creatively. Names such as "Pussy Juice", "Lady Cummington's Delight", "Nymphomaniac Venom", "Crawling Cock", and "Vesper's Finest".

Each bottle is full of a different liquid ranging from clear fluids to thick opaque gels making me wonder exactly what their purpose could possibly be. In front of the bed sits a massive mirror reflecting everything within the room. Next to the mirror is an ornate full length wardrobe opened revealing a small collection of clothing and a few interesting items hanging within its depths, like fur boots, leather pants, long flowing robes in various colours, chains, ropes, leather straps, gags, and even nipple clamps.

A huge fireplace dominates the opposite wall housing a roaring fire that casts flickering light across the room making the rooms feel almost cosy. Several plush chairs have been placed facing each other at one side, while at the other sits an enormous couch large enough for three people to comfortably fit on without having to rub elbows.

Along the walls hang paintings depicting various scenes involving nude females and males engaged in sexual acts together. Many depict women restrained in ropes, cuffs, chains, or both. A few even show females being penetrated by strange instruments made entirely of wood or metal that protrude from their asses. Most frighteningly, one painting actually displays a naked elf girl suspended from ropes tied around her neck hanging from an overhead beam while being fucked by a devil possessed human wielding a long barbed whip in one hand and a long dildo shaped like a dragon's cock in the other.

The walls are covered entirely in dark wood panelling and beneath my feet lies a plush carpet running from one wall to the next stretching between each corner completely surrounding us in velvet softness. However, in addition to everything else, the room holds a scent unlike any other room I've ever been in. It smells of sex, sweat, and pure lust. Even if I didn't already know what was going on here, there would be no denying that this place was designed specifically for pleasure.

Vrakk drags us into the centre of the room before releasing the ropes. Then, he walks back to the door, giving us one last look before leaving the room and shutting the door. With a heavy click, the lock catches and his footsteps retreat.

"What now?" Retra asks, glancing around the room warily.

"I have no idea," I reply, "but whatever it is, it won't be pleasant."

"Do you think they're going to rape us?"

"I think that is a distinct possibility, yes."

"Wonderful," she mutters under breath.

We stay there waiting in silence wondering exactly what is going to happen.

"So..." Retra says, finally breaking the silence. "What's your name?"

"Fraine. Fraine Deshra'eth," I reply.

"Nice name."

"Thanks."

Silence falls between us once more. Neither of us wants to risk drawing attention from anyone outside.

The lock clicks suddenly making us jump nervously. The door opens revealing a tall dark elf woman. Her skin is a deep lavender tone contrasting sharply with her long white hair and blood red eyes. She wears a black leather corset cinched tightly against her waist accentuating her shapely figure. Above it hangs her ample breasts barely contained by their small leather cups. Black leather straps crisscross over her shoulders binding her chest further making her look even more attractive. Her long, shapely legs are covered in tight leather pants tucked into knee high boots with spikes decorating their toes and heels. A whip hangs loosely around her waist alongside a coiled rope. Her full lips are curved upwards revealing a set of perfect white teeth shining brightly against her dark complexion. She smiles maliciously making me shudder involuntarily with fear.

The dark elf walks slowly towards us stopping directly before Retra. "Such a lovely creature," she muses aloud looking down at the gnome, "I think we can do wonderful things with you. And you," she turns to me, eyes lingering briefly on my almost nude form, "perhaps even better things. But first, let's get you out of those bindings."

She removes a small knife from somewhere within her corset unfastening Retra's collar before quickly cutting away the ropes around her wrists and neck. Retra stands still as stone refusing to move. Her eyes dart wildly around searching desperately for a way out, but finding none.

"Don't worry," the dark elf whispers softly into her ear sending shivers down her spine, "you'll enjoy this."

"Like hells I will!" Retra exclaims angrily turning away from her.

"Oh yes," the dark elf replies, "You will, little one. They always do."

She gives the gnome a knowing smile before walking towards me. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as she approaches. I can feel my breathing becoming ragged and uneven as panic sets in.

"Such beauty," she murmurs as she runs a finger across my cheek gently tracing its contours with long black nails. She raises the knife. "Don't move, we wouldn't want to cut that precious skin of yours would we?"

I flinch involuntarily as she brings the knife towards my neck cutting away the ropes binding me easily.

"Now then, let's see you," the dark elf says, pulling me upright and cutting through my wrist bindings in one fluid motion. She reaches up, her fingers caressing my cheek as they lightly glide across my skin touching every part of me. She turns me towards the mirror and steps back examining my appearance critically. Her fingers fun through my short, curly hair as she hums quietly to herself.

"Perfect," she comments. She takes my hand pulling me towards the bed. As we pass Retra, the woman holds out her other hand beckoning to the gnome, "Come, join us."

Retra hesitates, glancing nervously between me and the stranger. Then finally, after another moment of indecision she takes a tentative step forward.

We reach the bed and the dark elf releases our hands climbing onto it kneeling at the far edge.

"Come on," she smiles, patting the sheets in front of her. "Don't be shy."

We obey her command immediately without question, fear of reprisal keeping any rebellion down. When we climb up, the dark elf points to two areas on either side of her.

"There. Sit, cross your legs."

We sit as commanded. I swallow hard trying desperately to remain calm despite my increasing trepidation.

As soon as both of us have complied, the dark elf brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She narrows her eyes, the cogs of thought in her mind all but audible as they begin to churn. I start to fidget uncomfortably under her gaze. It feels as if she's studying every single inch of me, scrutinizing each detail of my body, memorizing every curve, line, and indentation. Eventually, a smile starts spreading across her face, growing far wider than it should be given the circumstances. And then, without warning she says, "Yes, you both are perfect."

In an instant, the woman is off the bed and excitedly looking through the various bottles of liquid we had noticed before. She quickly makes her way through the lot, collecting various bottles into a pile at her feet.

"Which one should we do first?" she asks. "'Bittersweet Kiss'? 'Sperme de Tarrasque'? 'Torchlight Taunt'? No wait! How about 'Strawberry Slime'?"

She continues going through the strangely named concoctions, her excitement growing with each bottle she finds suitable.

"Oh, oh, wait wait wait, this one looks promising!" she cries triumphantly holding up a large bottle containing a thick pink liquid. "It's called 'Sweetness From Heaven.'"

Without hesitation she fills two metal goblets with the 'Sweetness From Heaven' before bringing them to the bed sitting in front of us waiting expectantly. I glance nervously at Retra who appears equally as scared as I feel. The dark elf places the goblets in front of us and stares at us in turn, waiting patiently for us to drink the strange liquid she has provided us with. Neither of us is eager to take the bait, however.

"You need to try it," the dark elf states forcefully, eyes burning intensely into mine, "Don't be so shy. It's not like I'm going to poison you or anything. That would ruin all the fun."

Her voice is harsh and slightly threatening. I notice how her eyes are focused on me, her excitement thinly veiled. As I stare back at her, I'm unable to look away. I can't even blink.

"Drink. It."

I don't know if it is from fear, or something else, but I find myself nodding slowly.

Slowly, carefully, and hesitantly, I raise the cup to my lips and sip the liquid. Instantly, a burst of sweetness dances along my tongue. It tastes like the most exquisite honey infused with the essence of celestial fruits and flowers. It is the purest nectar imaginable. Everything else melts away from my mind save for that heavenly flavour. As I swallow, my body relaxes. A feeling of warmth spreads across my body like a gentle breeze on a sunny day. I close my eyes, savouring the feeling, and when I open them, the room looks brighter, more colourful. Even my body feels lighter, freer. A smile plays with the corners of my lips as I finish the last drop and the final traces of the pink liquid disappears.

"Wow. That was..." I start to say, searching for the right words, but finding none.

"Divine," she finishes. Her voice sounds different; sweeter, brighter, more beautiful.

"Yeah..." I say dreamily.

I turn to the gnome, momentarily confused by her expression of fear. How could someone be afraid? The world was just so wonderful, so beautiful. Then I notice how small Retra appears sitting before the dark elf.

"Why are you scared, sweetie?" I ask, gently rubbing the gnome's arm to ease her worry.

"What... what did that stuff do to you?" the gnome asks hesitantly.

"I don't know," I answer honestly, "but whatever it did, I thank the gods for it. I feel incredible."

"Incredible?"

"Yeah. You have to try it," I gently raise her goblet to her lips, "Taste it for yourself."

The gnome seems to hesitate briefly. Her eyes drift over towards the dark elf before slowly turning back to me. I notice her pupils are dilated widely making them appear black instead of blue. After another moment of thought, she takes a deep breath and gulps the contents of the cup. As soon as the last drop is gone, I watch as her body visibly relaxes, as if some weight has been removed from her shoulders.

"See? Doesn't it feel good?" I ask her softly.

"Yeah," the gnome murmurs, "yeah, it does." She pauses briefly, staring at her empty cup. "I think I'm starting to understand why they call it the Sweetness from Heaven."

"Isn't it great?"

"Indeed it is," the dark elf replies smoothly. "Now that both of you are nice and relaxed, I have something special for each of you."

She walks back to the wardrobe and reaches inside retrieving a small velvet pouch tied shut tightly at its top.

"Lift up your chin, love," the dark elf whispers to me, smiling as she speaks.

I do as instructed, allowing her to slide a small diamond shaped stone attached to a silver chain around my neck. A hum of satisfaction escapes my throat every time her fingers graze my skin.

"Such soft flesh," the dark elf mutters in awe.

"Thank you..." She is so nice, and pretty, and perfect, and beautiful, and incredible, and amazing.

The dark elf turns to Retra and attaches a similar necklace to her. I watch the gnome curiously, eager to see what her reaction will be like. Her expression does not disappoint. She cannot believe her own thoughts, or more specifically the lack thereof. They are free. There is nothing.

She looks so cute with that quixotical smile on her face. So pretty. I want to kiss those sweet lips of hers, touch her smooth cheeks, run my fingers through her silky red hair. Why haven't I done that already? There is absolutely no reason not to.

I crawl towards her, the sheets beneath me feeling like the finest silk imaginable. The air around me smells fresh, reminding me of the celestial planes as I kneel before the small gnome, a wide smile on my face. Retra opens her mouth to speak, but only manages to produce a soft, "oh". I hold her face in my left hand and trace the curves of her large ears with my right index finger. Then, carefully and slowly, I bring my lips down upon hers kissing her gently and passionately. The woman's lips are wonderfully soft and taste faintly of strawberries mixed with honey. She responds eagerly, kissing back. We move slowly, savouring every point of contact between our lips. Her tongue lulls out tracing along my lips seeking entrance. I oblige her eagerness gladly.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you two are getting along quite nicely," the dark elf whispers into my ear sending chills through me.

I pull away from the gnome momentarily forgetting where we are. "Yes. Yes, we are."

The dark elf chuckles lightly. "Good. It's so nice to see the prisoners being to friendly with each other."

I don't understand what she means. Imprisoned? Us? That can't be right. Where would they keep us? Why would they put us here? The questions are going through my mind faster than I can process them, but before I can give it much more thought, the elf interrupts me.

"Aw, you look like you're thinking. Stop that!" The dark elf laughs. "If you start using that precious little brain of yours, you'll never enjoy yourself again."

Yeah, that makes sense. I grin at her goofily.

The dark elf laughs heartily at my response.

"You're such a treat," she praises me, patting my head as if I were a child. "I'll be back soon."

The dark elf stands up and walks towards the door leaving the room closing the door behind her. When we hear the loud click of the lock engage, the gnome stares at the ceiling, the floor, and finally at me. Her head shakes slightly causing her red hair to sway about her.

"What is this place?"

"Shhh," I try to place my index finger to her lips, but I miss, instead landing on her cheek lazily. "No thinky."

"Right, no thinky," Retra replies nodding her head slowly.

The lightness and music in my head ebb away, the more my senses come back to me, however the serenity is still very much evident in the air. Not even my brief stint of awareness can fully rip me from my bliss.

"You ready to have fun, darling?"

My head spins quickly at the sound of the dark elf's seductive voice. She stands at the end of the bed, motioning for the gnome to approach. Retra is quick to stand, offering a dopey smile in return as she does so, and quickly walks toward the dark elf. The second they make contact, the gnome instantly begins nuzzling and cuddling with the dark elf. I let my eyes wander as the sight of them together makes my loins stir and my body shiver with arousal.

"Make sure you please her, darling," the dark elf croons sweetly. "After all, we want to make sure you get your fair share of pleasure too."

I will happily pleasure anyone, if they can provide me with this elusive state of bliss once more. Standing, I immediately begin to unfasten the gnome's chest bindings to free her breasts. She looks at me with half-lidded eyes and a breathless moan escapes her lips. Retra smiles dreamily and allows me access to undo her waist cloth. When I unbind her last garment, her glistening lower lips greet me.

"So sexy, so gorgeous," I whisper in awe. I kneel before her, and lightly kiss along her abdomen eliciting another string of breathless moans from her. When my mouth finds the skin of her inner thigh, she twitches, letting out a quiet gasp. This is the most succulent delicacy I've ever had the pleasure of savouring. The taste of her makes my head spin faster and a fire ignites within me that nothing will douse until I am fully sated. I don't want to douse it anyways.

"That's a good girl. Now, be a little more gentle with her," the dark elf coos as she leads the gnome back to the bed and sits down beside us, "You wouldn't want to give her what she wants before I have the chance to."

A tinge of defiance courses through me, wishing to do just that. I quash it immediately. My desire to see the gnome happy outweighs all other needs at the moment. She is just too cute, too beautiful, and far too sexy for me to ever do anything less than give her my everything.

"Now then, lick the dear gnome's cunt."

Retra doesn't seem to notice the elf speaking, however when I press my lips to her slit and let my tongue glide along her wet sex, she reacts instantly. Every sensation seems heightened somehow. Everything feels like electricity humming through my veins as I gently caress her lower lips and probe deeper into her channel, tasting the sweet nectar and drinking it in.

When I look back up, I notice the elf looking down at me lustfully as she slowly disrobes. Her hands raise slightly showing off toned abs before moving them to pull down her leather trousers unveiling shapely hips and fleshy thighs. Gods, she's pretty. I just want to bury my face between those luscious mounds of flesh until I can't breathe anymore. I giggle dumbly when I realise my mouth is already occupied. I'm so silly sometimes.

I turn my attention back to the gnome, determined to enjoy myself to the fullest. My mouth continues working her folds and suckling her lips. I keep focusing on pleasing the gnome, losing myself in the task at hand. When I feel the bed shift beneath us, my entire body tenses involuntarily causing my lover to writhe and buck below me.

A soft chuckle draws my attention, causing me to peek up from my newfound love's legs. The dark elf grins wickedly as she crouches down low next to me.

"Don't be afraid, Fraine," she says, leaning in close, "I'm just going to help you out."

Her hands caress my breasts and grope at my stomach. Her lips brush against my neck, gently kissing along the curve, and begin teasing the sensitive flesh behind my ear. I let out a low, guttural moan into Retra's pussy. Every touch seems to amplify exponentially when she touches me. Even the smallest movement sends sparks flying across my skin making it tingle intensely. When her teeth graze my ear lobe, I can't help but shudder violently, nearly orgasming from the contact.

"Let's turn you onto your back now," the dark elf whispers to me before sitting up. I let out a small whimper as I'm pulled away from the gnome's delicious cunt. My thoughts drift towards the absence of pleasure it provides me, however before I can even protest, a pair of firm hands grab hold of my shoulders lifting me roughly and turning me over completely.

I find myself lying flat on my back with my legs spread wide. Retra is straddling my face and grinding down on me. Her labia brush against my lips and I eagerly accept her cunt as the gnome rides my face furiously.

"Keep going, sweetie," the elf woman encourages. "Let go and just let the feelings take control."

My eyes widen in surprise as her body surges with energy. Warmth floods my system causing me to feel giddy and dizzy. I press my tongue forward and slip into the gnome's vaginal folds. The tingling begins again immediately this time stronger than ever. I don't even realise there is something inside me until it starts moving rhythmically, pulsating with every thrust of my tongue and every lift of Retra's hips.

My own breathing comes quick and shallow. My whole body thrums with need. With every passing second the intensity of my impending orgasm builds and builds until all at once, my body explodes. Colours swim across my vision while warmth spreads through my veins. I scream out in ecstasy as I writhe beneath Retra as she cums in my mouth a few moments later and collapses forward in a heap. As we lay there on top of one another trying to catch our breath, I begin to notice the absence of the dark elf. Though I could care less where she's gone at the moment. I need to savour every last bit of this orgasmic afterglow that has overtaken my entire being.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" A voice suddenly breaks through the fog surrounding my thoughts. I look up to see the dark elf standing next to Retra and looking down at us lovingly. "Do you two enjoy being with each other?"

I nod dumbly, my brain unable to remember how to work my tongue properly.

"I'm glad." She smiles warmly, tracing a hand lightly along Retra's shoulder.

"Thank you," I murmur before letting my head roll back again, unable to sustain eye contact without becoming exhausted.

"Don't thank me yet. We're far from finished."

I close my eyes and allow myself to slip off into unconsciousness, still feeling her and the gnome's body weight pressing into me. I feel the need for sleep pulling at the edges of my mind as everything fades into darkness once again.