" Strip and go to the full basin. " Sumara ordered.
Aaralon did as he was told, noting that even without the pendant he would have had little choice. The Drow seemed to continuously invoke it's powers for her own amusement at the feeling of helplessness it gave the wearer. In seconds Aaralon stood by the basin wearing nothing except the magical necklace. The Drow circled him slowly. Her hand stroked the full soft globes of his ass. Then his large milky white breasts were hefted in turn, as if the dark elf was selecting ripe fruit at a market stall. Seeming satisfied with his form she stepped back.
" Stand with your legs spread. " Sumara said and Aaralon shuffled his feet apart. " Good, now bend over and touch your toes and remain in that position. "
Aaralon immediately obeyed. His long golden hair hung down to the floor and he was forced to peer past his huge hanging breast and between his spread legs to see what Sumara was doing. He raged with humiliation at the thought of how exposed and vulnerable he was in this position, but worse was yet to come. Sumara unstoppered a glass vial that stood by the basin and poured some of it's contents into the hot water. A strong smell of lavender came as she mixed it into the water. Aaralon twisted his head and strained his neck for a better look, wondering what the sinister woman had planned.
The Drow picked up an unfamiliar device. A brass tube about an inch thick and six inches long attached at one end to a leather bulb about the size of a clenched fist. Dipping the end of the tube into the perfumed water she squeezed the bulb several times. When she was satisfied that the bulb had sucked up sufficient water to be full she turned and guided the end of the tube to Aaralon's exposed cunt. Aaralon felt it steadily enter his body, the warm metal tubing sliding smoothly up his soft channel till it's whole length was inside him.
With a powerful squeeze on the leather bulb, Sumara squirted the scented water deep into Aaralons tender body. Aaralon squealed as the warm water flooded his pussy, but his natural reaction to leap away from the intrusion was stopped by Sumara's earlier command to remain in his current position. His limbs trembled as he fought hopelessly against the magic holding him in place.
Sumara pressed the bulb again as she drew the nozzle out of Aaralon. The coursing water flushed the sperm from Aaralon's abused pussy and ran down his legs to pool at his feet on the tiled floor. Aaralon was gasping. The churning water inside him had driven him almost to climax and he was only dimly aware that his beautiful dark elven tormentor was refilling the device.
He started violently as he felt the brass nozzle push against the tight puckered ring of his anus.
" Oh please no, there's no need. Lord Grundael didn't use me in that way. " Aaralon pleaded.
" Maybe not. " Sumara answered. " But the next customer may wish to, so I'd best leave it clean and fragrant. "
The pressure against his spincter increased, but his rosette instinctively clenched thwarting Sumara's efforts. However his defiler was not to be deterred and he felt slim fingers stroke his exposed crotch and quickly find his throbbing clitoris. Skilfully Sumara brought Aaralon to his peak and as he whimpered and convulsed his sphincter relaxed and the smooth tubing slid up his ass. The dark elf increased her efforts on Aaralon's clit driving him to cum noisily and as he cried out in ecstasy she worked the device. Cleansing his ass with a warm gush of sweet smelling water.
Sumara bent, bringing her lips to Aaralon's ear. " You may move now. " She whispered.
Aaralon dropped to the wet floor the instant he was released. Tears of shame and humiliation ran down his face and his body was racked by his sobbing.
" When you've finished feeling sorry for yourself you can finish washing and you'd better hurry about it. I havn't got all day to wait. " Sumara said scornfully.
Aaralon sullenly picked himself up and sponged down his body and quickly washed his hair. As he towelled himself dry his rage burned hot inside him. He would escape, he told himself and Sumara, Avanna and the Tar'oth demon would all pay for his suffering and humiliation. |