FR_Indignity

INDIGNITY


Dark and cold. Those were the only things Arzodin the Black felt and saw. He was blinded and cold. Everything, all his schemes of overthrowing the Red Wizards of Thay to install his own had been dashed to pieces by those filthy, goody bastards whom called themselves the Harpers. His last memories had been of his battle against a lowly Red Wizard Woman and that blasted Harper.

He shivered as he felt another presence enter into the room. Then he heard a voice speaking in some vulgar, non Thayan language, "So you are from Thay. You do not have the look of a red wizard at all."

Revulsion filled him as a hand felt over his bare body. He had no idea that he had been stripped of clothing. He tried to move only to hear the clank of a chain and to be brought up short. He fall back to find that his wrists had been chained to smooth, wall.

Arzodin snarled, "Whom are you to imprison the Arzodin, Leader of the Black Wizards of Thay? Release me at once and I shall ensure that I kill you painlessly."


He was answered with a snide laugh. In truth he had expected such. All his dignity had been stripped from him. He felt the hand that had felt over his body gave him hard slap across the face. He accidently bit the side of his cheek to hard, and found blood dripping down his mouth. He felt those cool lips pressed against his own. The tongue of the shadowy figure licked at the blood dripping from the lip it suckled on. He gasped loudly as he felt his captor's tongue infiltrate and lick at the cut he'd given himself.

Arzodin realized what he was dealing with as he noticed that the eyes of the being were crimson. It was only one of two things that he was being held by; a dragon in human guise or some kind of elf.

"Do you know where you are, slave? My city, Menzoberranzen. Do not think that your magics will allow you to escape from me when I leave this cell. For I am Menzoberranzen." He smugly told the wizard.

Arzodin snidely remarked, "And whom are you, the Queen-Whore of the Underdark!"

His pale black eyes caught a glimpse of pale white teeth of the drow; the lips twisted up in a sadestic smile, "No. Far worse. I am Archmage Gromph Baenre, and you shall soon find out what it means to be a fly caught in the webs of the strongest spider in the Underdark."

Arzodin screamed in pain as he felt the cut to his arm from a dagger and then another scream for another cut soon followed that. The sticky, crimson liquid trickled down his arms very slowly at first; but soon flowed slightly faster then it had before. He felt the tongue of the archmage lick at the inside of his right arm's wound. He winced in pain. Arzodin was not used to fighting without his magic. But he had not spell components. He had no doubt that since he was the captive of a wizard that this Archmage had claimed his rare spell components for himself. He gasped as he felt the wound being opened wider from the tongue licking inside of it now.

His breath came in evenly again once he felt that Gromph had pulled back from him. Arzodin felt completely at disadvantage in the dark. He had no spells he could cast that would allow him sight within his dark. At least he thought he had none; but a dark smile soon formed on his lips as he remembered the most basics of spells, and it didn't require any spell components.

The drow wizard shrunk back quickly as a small group of shimmering dots of light appeared before his eyes unexpectedly.

The black wizard snarled as he saw that the spell had not effected the drow as much as he had hoped. He supposed the rumors of them living in total darkness were just that, since the Dancing Light spell he had casted had little effect; except surprise on the drow.

"Impressive for a human." Gromph said. "But you have more to learn about drow, if you think that would save you. I think I should punish you further, for these displays of disobediance to your new Master."

His back was pressed against the wall. He cursed his stupidity as he found himself trapped in a hold person spell. The Black Wizard was unable to move at all, and from a very simple spell. Worse was he could hear the archmage jacking himself off as his hands caressed and played over Arzodin's body. He wanted to cringe; but the spell and back to the wall prevented him. The spell also silence his ability to scream since his lips refused to move.

Arzodin mentally snarled at the drow. He sent out his thoughts into the lesser being's mind, "You think you'll get away with this. I have powerful allies, drow!"

He found his thoughts answered in turn through the same telepathy; which surprised him that a lower creature such as this had such powers, "All your allies are dead, and those that aren't are the ones that sold you into slavery to the Underdark. Be thankful it was I that bought you. Most other drow are not so 'kind' to surfacers."

It was worse then he had thought. He felt those strong hands pull his legs apart. He tried to fight it; but he soon found another spell aiding the wizards, Bigby's Hand. He had no desire to be used for this old drow's pleasures.

He called up another lighting spell; but it was deflected by the drow almost instantly with a spell of darkness. He snarled mentally again as he felt that hard, long shaft shoved deeply and without warning into the hole in his ass. The hold spell broke then and he slumped foward in the chains. He lunged with murderous rage. But his hands couldn't reach the throat of the Baenre Bastard. His long silver cascaded over his shoulders from the attack. His hands rested on the shoulders and dug their long sharp, white nails into that dark flesh. "Die!" He hissed. But he found it was not flesh; but thick cloth that he now gripped. He had been mistaken spider silk for flesh at first. It was an obvious mistake given the fact that he had no way of seeing in this pitch darkness.

All he saw were Gromph's grinning teeth and shimmering crimson eyes as he thrusted into his hole; violating the Black Wizard. He let out another scream and arched as he felt himself being turned on from this against his will. The spell Bigby's hand caressed over his shaft aiding his body's pleasure as the long hard shaft of the Archmage brought him pain. Blood started to trickle down the sides of his legs. THis new pain had made him completely forget about his cut arms.

He would not allow himself to cry. He felt on the verge of tears. Everything had been lost to him now. He did not know how he could suffer this indignity, the slave of a drow wizard. Preseed leaked from his tip as the sorcerious hand vanished and the shaft continued thrusting into him, ripping the flesh slightly further deeper inside his hole.

Arzodin gasped as he felt himself release over the drow. He heard the sound of it splatter against the wizard's robes. The silver haired wizard relaxed and fell forward, hanging on chains that imprsisoned, once Gromph had finally released inside of him. The blood still trickled over dried blood on his bare legs.

He said in a broken voice, "You'll regret this Baenre Bastard!"

Again that smug voice remarked to the captive Black Wizard, "I highly doubt that."

And then with those last words as his parting ones, the drow archmage was gone. He was alone in the darkness; broken and humiliated.