Maedeth's Ruin

Happy Halloween, everybody! Sorry I missed Tuesday's caption, my computer problems have kept me offline all week. What I get for waiting most of a decade to buy a new computer.

Well, I had been planning on getting some special stuff done for Halloween, but my computer issues have prevented that, unfortunately.

So instead I'm going to post a short scene from a dark fantasy story I've been writing off and on the last few months, more or less since I posted my fantasy caption series last March. But instead of a captive princess, this time it's centered on an Elf who failed in her attempt to kill a local warlord, and is now being turned into the monster's personal pet elfling.

This doesn't have much in the way of plot, admittedly, and does end quite abruptly, since it's a work-in-progress. And it's a bit similar to some other stuff I've posted recently. But hopefully it's still a fun read, and vaguely fitting with Halloween. I'll try to get some more stuff up soon, computer willing.

- B-Rex

(Maedeth is Sindarin for 'Shapely Lass'. It felt appropriate.)

Maedeth sputtered around the ball gag, full of pain and impotent rage. The sniveling dungeon master pulled on the giant Drazi swamp slugs hanging from her nipples again, tugging harder this time, forcing her teats to distend as the slugs held on with half-a-hundred sharp needle teeth

The short blonde elf shrieked, spit shooting out past the gag and dribbling over her lips, as the slugs finally released their death grip. Her teats jutting out from the surface of her breasts, pain flaring through them as blood returned to them at long last. The slugs had been chewing them for hours, or so she guessed. Time was hard to track in the windowless dungeon.

The cold, damp air of her torture chamber washed across her throbbing nipples, hardening them despite the pain. The sudden intensity of the sensation confirmed the rumors that the Drazi slug venom didn't deaden nerves like the saliva of other leeches did, but rather enhanced sensitivity considerably. She could only hope the effects weren't as permanent as the rumors implied.

The goblin dungeon master chuckled, pulling up his black hood and dropping the engorged slugs into his mouth, chewing noisily as the swollen worms popped between his rotten teeth.

Despite eating nothing for the past two days, Maedeth's stomach churned and tried to expel what little food remained.

He chuckled again, wiping his lips on his sleeve. "Not bad," he hissed, reaching into the muddy jar the slugs had come from. His hand retracted, this time holding an even more vile creature dredged up from the dark Drazi swamplands. "I wonder how many Booger Grubs we can fit in that pretty face of yours. Shall we see, elf-slut?"

Maedeth struggled helplessly against her tight bonds, as the goblin slowly brought the first wriggling, white worm towards her flaring nostrils. "Try to breathe through your mouth, elf-cunt."

The thumb-sized grub was inches from her nostril, fresh green mucus beginning to pour from its pores, when the dungeon door suddenly opened above them, bathing the dark room in bright torchlight.

A giant man stepped through the door, taking the stairs down three steps at a time.

"Ah, perhaps later my lovelies," her goblin captor whispered at the grub, dropping it back into the jar with a splat.

Before the she-elf could decide if she should be relieved at the reprieve, or worried about the new visitor, the goblin torturer suddenly shoved his finger up his own nose and withdrew it, along with a slimy mass the size of a goose egg. A second later he shoved the same finger into her own nostril, knuckle deep! "Swallow your lunch, Snoteater!"

She struggled at the gross and painful intrusion, but he clamped his free hand over her gagged mouth, his fingers pinching her free nostril shut. Maedeth blinked back tears, but dutifully snorted inward and swallowed the gross, green booger once it reached her throat.

She coughed for breath as he released her, turning to greet his employer as he reached the foot of the stairs. The elf choked back a sudden urge to vomit, knowing it would do no good and that the disgusting meal was the closest she'd get to food for who-knew-how long.

At least he didn't shoot his seed into my nose again, she thought, shuddering at the memory. She had nearly suffocated when the goblin's molasses-thick load had filled her sinuses to overflowing.

"And how is our would-be assassin doing this fine morning, Grek?" The huge man's voice boomed. The goblin bowed.

"Just enjoying its breakfast, Lord Oakensheath. Only the finest cuisine for our 'onored guest, m'lord."

The half-giant, half-ogre nodded and glanced down at the jar. "How are the slugs doing? My mage swears he took them from the darkest heart of the swamplands, so they should be especially potent."

"They are, m'lord, they are. The elf-slut's teats are already throbbing with need, and they were only chewing on 'er for a few short hours."

Oakensheath nodded, running one hand down the elf's breast, flicking a sausage-sized finger against her aching nipple. He gestured behind her. "And her asshole?"

The goblin chuckled with sadistic glee, grasping the third slug, still locked painfully into place between her firm cheeks. She shrieked as he pulled the creature hard, breaking its toothy-grip on her tender hole. "Doing even better, m'lord. Five slugs in the past two days. See how her ring puckers at the slightest touch?"

He shoved his still-slimy finger into her asshole, eliciting a wail from around her gag. Instantly her tight hole gripped at his finger, her ring of muscle fighting to expel the intruder but the action only increased the horrible sensations flooding her being. She could feel every bump and wrinkle of his knuckle as he twisted the invasive digit.

Despite the horror of her violation, her sex quickly grew dripping wet as the finger continued to probe her throbbing knot.

"Not bad, Grek," Oakensheath said, but a frown crossed his huge features. "But keep putting the slugs on her hole. The longer she is exposed to their venom, the more effective it will become. I want the whore cumming every time she breaks wind, Grek. Do you understand?"

"When I'm through with her, she'll beg to eat beans for every meal, m'lord!" The goblin chortled, plucking his finger from her hole with a wet, sucking pop, like the squelching of a boot in deep mud. "And she'll go cross-eyed when she shats!!"

Maedeth winced at the creatures' crude banter, but focused on fighting to get her body back under control. Like all elves, she had never even dreamed of being sodomized, let alone being violated with such wanton cruelness by her captors. It was simply unthinkable.

If she had realized just how fiendish and twisted her foes truly were, she would never have chased the wretches to the castle, let alone allowed herself to be taken alive when her assassination attempt failed.

She silently prayed for her Elf-Queen mother to quickly pay the ransom and save her from this horrible torment, even if it did mean she'd lose face among her fellow elvenfolk. What was a little embarrassment, compared to the treatment she had endured these past weeks?

For the first full week after the assassination attempt, she had been forced to service every man in her foe's employ, including hundreds of men, goblins, and other lesser beings. Like most elves, she had always disliked dwarfs, but after personally emptying the balls of two hundred of the diminutive bastards, she had grown to truly despise them.

Of course, the week since had not been an improvement. She hadn't seen the sun since the last cock had been disgorged down her gullet, and she had been whisked away to the dank confines of the manor dungeons.