Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma had no doubt in her own skill, she'd trained for several hundred years and fought for several hundred after that. The house she served had risen from nothing and been the downfall of many on their rise to power. Lolth truly seemed to favour the warrior and all of her house. She gave tribute and gave every kill in their demon queen's name. Yasma had also taken part in several surface raids and in doing so killed a fair number of their hated surface dwelling cousins which only added to her favour. Her body had a number of scars from where people tried to take her life and only came so far. While she'd not won every fight she'd been in she'd always returned to avenge the losses she had. Despite her common birth, despite her lack of family title she still had a steady and comfortable position in her house training the warriors and fighting for domination. It was her history of success and her experience that lead her forward on this endeavour. The mission seemed simple enough and it was as though their rivals had made a simple error. All Yasma had to do was kill one bitch and it would throw every thing in to array for them and almost certainly assure victory for her house. Yasma was outthought and outplayed by some one who's intellect far outstripped her own. Not only had she failed in her mission but she personally had been the death to one with whome she held favour, she was the reason her house fell. That was how Yasma saw it at least, she wasn't truthfully sure why she had fallen out of Lolth's favour or knew if it had been some one else in the house that had cursed them. Either way it didn't matter, she'd lost and she'd been captured. If Yasma had hoped to simply be merged in to this new house, a warrior at their disposal she'd been sadly mistaken. First she'd been raped by simple lowly men not worth her attention. They'd fucked her raw and left her worn down and exhausted. Despite that though they were only the first step, her dignity and pride were further ravaged by simple slaves, not even drow. By the time they'd finished with her she'd passed out from sheer fatigue and was leaking cum from every orafice. When she came too she was in the same state that she was in now. Chained to the wall by mannacles that left little room to move, her her matted with seed, her scraps of armour and clothing ragged and barely coveredhim her skin at all and more of that disgusting cum dried to her body. She could see the other prisoner in there with her, one who looked like they'd occupied the cell for many years. Yasma shouted and demanded an audiance each and every day though the final day it was barely a hoarse whisper. She was light headed, delusional and her throat was dry and raw. Her tongue had swollen some what and dried out while her usually perfect lips had begun to crack. Her eyes were now sunken as she'd spent the past four days unfomcortable and drifting in and out of consiousness. What was true agony for her though was her stomach and the cramps occurign their from a lack of food. it groaned and begged for sustenance but the cries came unanswered. Yasma knew then that she was to die here with only a corpse for company. She wasn't going to be granted an execution or any kind of respectable death. The mass rape had wounded her pride and robbed her of her dignity yet they still refused to at least give her a death deserving of one of her prowess. When the door finally opened and the other woman entered Yasma stared at her disbelievingly not really convinced that she actually existed. Elae...bryn she managed to choke out in a painfully harsh whisper of a voice.