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My Name.... is Tathiel Reesh'an and I was once a servant of God. I lived my life by the glory of god, my goals simple, To rid the world of the evil that plagued its lands. My heart and soul were pure, since birth I was raised to be a warrior and a priest, to fight and defend the holy church with my life and to devote my life to the glory of God. Until one day...it all changed...


This...Is my story.



I grew up in the medium sized city of Uxmal. Here I was apart of one of the many sub orders of the faith called Rubi-Ka. Since birth my mother and father saw a light in my eyes that they could only describe as the touch of something greater than ourselves and they were certain my place was among the halls of the order. It was here I was taken less than a month after my birth and raised by the order to believe in their ways. I had many teachers and I learned the finest of honorable fighting techniques and magic to aid me in my quest to find my place in the eyes of God. I learned quickly adepting the basic arts of magic and swordsmanship early in my training, much earlier than any pupil the order had ever raised. Soon I was sent to be trained more deeply and I was turned over to a man who become my guide and teacher throughout the majority of the life in the Order. His name was Michael Roele and he was the brightest and best the order had to offer. His poise and strength in combat was unmatched by any this side of the Myst Islands and he was to be my shadow for the remainder of my life with the order.





We worked day and night as he trained and molded me both mentally and physically, his teachings were very harsh and he did not accept failure lightly. He expected more of me than the other pupils I always had to be better, faster, and stronger because I was his pupil and no one would rival him or his decendents. We practiced in a glade in the forest for my swordsmanship. At first he told me to show him what I knew and had learned before I came to him while he watched, I felt his eyes pierce through me and peer into my soul as I tried to put on a good showing for myself but his facial expression did not change once and I was unsure of his feelings toward me. After I was finished he merely told me to go to my chambers and rest and to be back here in this spot early tomorrow morning. That night I had a dream of myself.. I envisioned myself as a great Paladin, my skill and intellect unmatched by even the best of warriors as I carried out my duty to God and the Rubi-Ka....


That next morning he began to teach me about what he referred to as..The Dance. The Dance he explained was apart of everything and everyone, it was the moment and sound of everything living and inanimate that existed in the world and that we..gifted Paladins were in tune to its magical beat we had only to harness its power and to learn to use it wisely thus is why God had chosen us above all. That first day I felt like a fool, he easily struck me down time and time again but he merely smiled and motioned me to stand and reposition myself and begin again. By the end of the first day I was very frustrated and ready to give up but that night I dreamed again and I saw the vision of myself.. cloaked in armor and shining in the sunlight, surrounded by an aura of light as the world stood in awe of my power. That next morning I was in the glade again with a new found determination...


And so it went, for weeks and weeks we repeated this routine and each day I would return to my chambers hot, sweaty and filthy from landing in the dirt and would collapse into my bed and sleep the deepest of sleeps. One day after he had struck me down for the fourth time I was enraged.. I couldnt keep a lid on my anger any longer as I exploded into him swinging wildly and blindly but his calm skill overtook me as his wooden sword splintered mine in half and I found myself grounded and his large form atop me, blade pointed toward my throat, I knew then he could kill me easily and that I was foolish to attack in anger, that it could have cost me my life had it been a foe and not a friend. That night I did not sleep I was to deep into thought about what these past weeks had taught me and what I still had to learn...


That morning he came to me early and told me to follow him as he had something he wanted to show me before my lessons this morning. He lead me down into a downstairs armoury that I had never known even existed with all my years in these halls and showed me to a set of armor that he said I had earned, as I donned the armor I could feel the magical properties imbued upon it and instantly I felt a glow radiate from inside me and I knew then my dreams I had been experiencing were visions..





After that he explained he had no more he could teach me, I was already as good or better a fighter than him but I needed to develop my mind and that could only come with experience, not by his teachings. So I set off in search of my place in the eyes of God, I left the Order with a heavy heart but a promise of finding some great place in the world for someone as touched as I. I spent many months on the road staying in local church’s and tavern’s along the way. First it wasn’t very exciting I killed local troublemaking spirits and vampires but nothing of any real challenge until one day.. I was sitting in a local tavern having a word with one of the local children who had taken a liking to seeing someone dressed in such fine armor when a man burst into the tavern an arrow in his back and collapsed with only a horrifying death gurgle.


Upon investigation it was found to be another victim to Drow attacks on the edge of the forest, apparently they had been torturing the residents of several villages down the forest line and taking a rather large number of hostages whispered to be used for dark rituals and experiments. I myself knew little of the Drow personally but their viciousness and heartless tactics were famous especially among the bringers of Justice like myself for several men and warrior of great faith have fallen before their might. Instantly I felt the first feeling of fear I had ever felt since that day in the glade when I was only moments from death as I envisioned having to face these dark mysterious dark elves that kill and torture without thought or care.


The local High Priest turned to me with a helpless look as he motioned to the arrow and suddenly he looked much older.. much more worn and used as his face of joy turned to that of deep sorrow. I knew as a student of the Rubi-Ka it was my duty to protect these people even at the expense of my own life…That night I laid an ambush for the Drow as I hide myself from view and awaited their presence. They came quickly, amazing dexterity as they moved and cut down their prey without hesitation or thought, I was stunned, I couldn’t move…I couldn’t act, Fear gripped me in a strangling hold as I starred. And just as quickly as they came they were gone again into the shadows leaving me only in terrible anguish over my failure to act and my lack of faith to trust in God to see me through. I returned to the village that night but I could not sleep as I felt I had betrayed my faith and I was weak inside for not acting and saving the lives of those people.


That next night…. I decided I had to see if my faith was true or not and I had to confront the Drows and even if it meant my life I had to defend the village from their brutal attacks. That night I laid in waiting for their assault…waiting…waiting…waiting…and then they came, just as quick as before and paitently I waited for the moment of opertunity as I struck, I buried my sword in the backside of a drow who screamed the most horrifying scream I had ever heard as he stumbled forward and collapsed. Quickly the other 3 diverted their attention to me and I saw in horror as their eyes glowed red as they curled their lips in a sick grin and then…darkness….


I thought I was dead..I had failed and been killed, all I could see was darkness and then I thought this was it.. I had failed in my faith and was not worthy of heaven and now my fate was to be locked in this eternal darkness with only my screams to keep my company. But then… A light shone in my face hurting my eyes as I attempted to slowly open them, as my eyes focused I came face to face with a Drow his red eyes looking into mine as his lips curled into that sickly grin. He said nothing only stared as I tried my best to meet his stare but his glowing red eyes burned holes into my soul as I felt the evil in him down to the core as he grinned and turned away. I heard a door opening and soft whispering from somewhere in the room but I was restrained and strapped to the table so I could see nothing, from the sounds of it there were two males and one was of suffient ranking in the society as the sneer in his voice was evident, even though I could not understand their language I studied the way the words were spoken and determined one was defiantly of higher stature in this society.


After a few moments another was peering down over me dressed in finer armor as his eyes peered into my soul from under his helmet. He looked me over but said or did nothing just looked and I realized for the first time that I was totally naked, my armor and clothing had been removed and I was strapped to this table with nothing of me hidden from their eyes.. His facial expression did not change as I could only presume he had no taste for the naked female body of my kind he only did it to humilate me as I did indeed feel helplessly exposed to his gaze. He peered back into my eyes and his mouth opened as he spoke in a deep voice that had a frightening tongue to it as if I was looking into the heart of darkness itself..


Drow: Welcome slave.. I have heard about you and your…deeds. I awaited the day you would come and I would get to see you myself and I am…unimpressed, and I do not like being disappointed. I..am Kolarus Kristov and you are in MY place of worship now.. This is my temple and you have trespassed onto my territory and killed one of my brothers..For this you should be killed but I prefer a more deserving punishment for you is in hand.


He laughed a deep hollow laugh as he stared into me, I tried to fight him then but the bonds on me were to strong as this seemed only to amuse him more and I felt completely helpless and began to wonder what was to become of me and if my faith could withstand it.


Drow: Bring her..


Suddenly hands were on me untieing the bonds and gripping me harshly as they pulled me from the table and into a hallway behind the sickening being called Kolarus. They pulled me out infront of what appeared to be the temple as I saw with marvel the size and magnitude of this place and stared in horror at the many drow who walked by as their eyes stared at me and I felt a chill go down my spine as I felt their cold stares on my exposed body.


Kolarus: Here…tie her here.


They tied me to a pole that stuck out from the building as they tied my hands above my head as I was barely able to touch the ground, I could only feel the cold ground with the tips of my toes as I was suspended here brutally exposed. Kolarus walked round infront of me and grinned as he saw the agony in my eyes but he said nothing to me but turned to the crowd who had gathered and proclaimed,


Kolarus: Behold.. another legendary bringer of Justice. This ..girl has been a problem for the darkness for quite sometime and recently struck and killed one of our brothers. For this she is to be punished and her punishment begins now.. I will leave her here on display for you and you may do as you wish to her. This my brothers and sisters is a true treat.


He turned back to me and smiled.


Kolarus: This is only the beginning my little pet, soon you will know the true meaning of suffering!


With that he turned away and disappeared back into the temple and left me there for display. It seemed I was there for days as the minutes dragged on like hours.. many came and stopped to stare at me.. some even touched me, grabbed my breast and spanked me hard delighting in seeing me try to pull away and wince in pain as they laughed their hollow dark laughs while they played with me for their amusement. One drow even took delight in violating my anus as he shoved his fingers inside me and laughed at my suffering.


After what seemed forever, Kolarus returned to me and grinned as he motioned for two others to untie me and my arms were afire with ache and my feet here sore but also the rest of my body was feeling vulnerable and violated from the days torture of passer bys. They brought me to a room inside the temple and left me on the floor, I was weak with fatigue and my spirit was deeply hurt after the days events. Soon after Kolarus entered the room as his heavy boots scrapped across the floor as he walked, he stood next to me but I could not raise my head to look at him as he nudged me with his boot and laughed.


Kolarus: Once again you disappoint me. Your beaten already? We’re far from through with your torture slave, this is only the beginning. Since your down there I’ll go ahead and explain to you that your now my slave, you will do as I say when I say and without protest or you will suffer for it. Any humiliation you suffer is because of my wishes and you would do well to remember that all things happen because of my will. You will respect me and everyone else from the lowliest peasant to the highest ranking members of the House, they are all your masters and you will treat them as such. You will do as they say and when they say. From now on you will walk only when told you unless specified you will not rise from your knees in anyones presence or..you will suffer. I hope for your sake you follow these instructions and do as your told you don’t want to know what happens when you don’t.


Then… I knew any chances of escaping this place without following their rules was hopeless. Even if I did I may not escape still, I was stuck here possibly forever and the chances are I will not survive long. I looked up then and watched him as he moved with a certain grace that I had never seen, his footsteps were light yet he was heavy and he seemed to float around the room. He turned suddenly and looked at me and grinned once again that sickly grin I had come to hate.


Kolarus: I certainly hope you understand what I have told you. I tell you once and once only and I do it for your own good. You are a slave now and you will get used to it because the only alternative is death and even that is to merciful for the likes of you. Now then… come.. here.


I gapped at him as he motioned to me and suddenly I truly realized how hopeless I was and that he was right my only choice was to follow along and maybe if I was lucky enough I could find a way to escape from here but until then.. I had only one choice. I crawled to him on my knees as humiliated as I felt as he smiled and laughed quietly to himself.


Kolarus: Very good..you learn quickly that’s good.

And so it went.. He taught her slowly day by day how to give in and follow his orders through discipline of the paddle and other forms of humiliation… It was hard on her and it only got worse it seemed as the days went on. Whats worse… they had turned her into one of them.. Their evil magic had transformed her being into a drow like she came to find so many had been done before her. But it still got worse..


I swallowed hard as I could not keep the tears from coming as I cried softly, I tried to stifle it but I couldn’t as I felt hopelessly lost and empty, trapped in this fate for what reason I did not know. Why was God doing this to me? Why me? What had I done? I felt his hands on me as he pulled my face up and looke7d at me with his eyes that chilled me to the core and for the first time I thought I saw a hint of sympathy in him but he dismissed it by laughing that hollow laugh.


Kolarus: Crying is useless, You best get used to your fate here young one. You waste your energy and my time by crying and that displeases me, and you wont want to see me displeased.


And his white hair, loose and curling at his shoulders gleamed in the light of the tallow candle. His face was very beautiful to her, perhaps because in spite of the size of the features, they were all rather delicately molded. She did not know for certain.


Even his hands enthralled her. The fingers so long, so dark, so delicate.


She was terribly relieved to be alone with him. The moments below outside had been such an agony to her, and even though she hated it, she was more afraid she had not pleased him.


She searched her mind for faults. She had obeyed all his commands, and he understood how difficult it was for her. He knew completely what it meant for her to be stripped naked and revealed to everyone, to be helpless and made public and that this surrender of which he spoke could come in acts and gestures long before it could come from her mind. But no matter how hard she tried to excuse herself, she could not help but wondering if she could have tried harder.


She was awakened now , at the foot of his bed, by his low but firm command. Kolarus: Come here my darling. “ He motioned for her to kneel before him. “This shirt is to be opened down the front, and you will learn to do so with your lips and teeth, and I will patient with you,” He said.


She had thought it would be the paddle. And, very relived, she went to almost too quickly to obey, pulling the thick tie that closed the shirt at his throat. His flesh felt warm and smooth to her. Men’s flesh. So different, she thought. And she quickly pulled loose the second tie and the third. She had a struggle with the fourth which was at his waist, but he didn’t move, and then when she was finished, she bowed her head, her hands as before on the back of her neck and waited.


“ Open my breeches,” he said to her.


Her cheeks flamed; she could feel it. But again she didn’t hesitate. She pulled the fabric forward over the hook until the hook slipped out and let it go. And now she could see his sex, bulging there, painfully twisted. She wanted suddenly to kiss it, but she didn’t dare and was shocked at her impulse.


He had lifted it free. It was hard. She thought of it between her legs, filling her, rough and too big for her virginal opening, and of that terrible pleasure which had suffused her and wasted her the night before, and she knew she was blushing furiously as they thought….


{{Flashback}}


The transformation into a Drow had left her in a deep sleep which could only be broken by the one who was to posses her and the means was very untraditional…


He put his sword to one side. He removed his heavy armor. And then he lifted her, his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand between her legs , his thumb on top of her pubis.


She made no sound, but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan with her whole attitude. Her head fell towards him, and he felt the hot moisture against his his right hand, and laying her down again, he cupped both of her breast, and sucked gently on one and then the other.


They were plump and firm, these breast. She’d been seventeen when the spell had struck her. And he bit at her nipples, moving the breast almost roughly so as to feel their weight, and then lightly he slapped them back and forth, delighting in this.


His desire had been hard and almost painful to him when he had come into the room, and now it was urging him almost mercilessly.


He mounted her, parting her legs giving the dark inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her.


He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply. He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and feeling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out. And then her red eyes opened.


“Tathiel!” he whispered to her.


She closed her eyes, her ivory eyebrows brought together in a little frown and the candlelight gleaming on her broad dark forehead. He lifted her chin, kissed her throat and drawing his organ out of her tight sex, heard her moan beneath him. She was stunned. He lifted her until she sat naked, one knee crooked on the ruin of the blankets.


“I’ve awakened you my dear,” he said to her, “For a hundred years you’ve slept and all those who loved you are gone.”


Her bosom heaved with anxious breath. And now he laughed, drawing near, and lifting her hair back from her right shoulder. She looked at him steadily, her cheeks suffused with raw blush, and again he kissed her. He opened her mouth with his lips, and taking her hands in his left hand he laid them down on her naked lap so that he might lift her breast now and better examine them.


“Innocent Tathiel,” he whispered.


There were knocked on the door, cries. He didn’t bother to answer them. He laid Tathiel down again.


“I’m your Prince,” he said, “And that is how you will address me, and that is why you will obey me.” He parted her legs again. He saw the blood of her innocence on the cloth and this made him laugh softly to himself as again he gently entered her. She gave a series of soft moans that were like kisses to his ear.


“Answer me properly,” he whispered


“My Prince,” she said.


“Ah,” he sighed, “That is lovely.”


When he opened the door, the room was almost dark. He told the servants he would have his supper now. Tathiel he ordered to dine with him, and to remain with him, and he told her firmly that she was to wear no clothing.


“It’s my wish to have you naked and always ready for me,” he said.


He might have told her she was incomparably lovely, with only her ivory hair to clothe her, and the blush on her cheeks to cover her, and her hands trying so vainly to shield her sex and her breast, but he didn’t say this aloud. Rather he took her little wrist and held them behind her back as the table was brought in, and then he ordered her to sit opposite. She sat with her hands over her breast again, her cheeks were moist with tears, and she was trembling slightly. He had placed some fruit on his plate, and other hot morsels of cooked food, and now he snapped his fingers softly and in a whisper told Tathiel to come around the table to him. Lifting a napkin he wiped at her tears. She kept her hands obediently on her thighs, exposing her sex, and he observed that she did not try to hide her stiff little pink nipples with her arms and he approved of this. Her eyes were glistening, but she had stopped crying. He felt the smooth flesh of her back and her breast again.


“Now,” he said as he rose and set her before him, “We need to get to bed, and I have to punish you for your earlier imperitence.”


Immediately the tears stood in her eyes, she looked up at him imploring.


“I shall not punish you much,” he said gently lifting her chin, “It was just a little offense, and your first after all. But Tathiel, to confess the truth, I will love punishing you.”


She was biting her lip, and he could see she wanted to speak, and the effort to control her tongue and her hands was almost too much for her.


“All right, lovely one, what do you want to say?” He asked.


“Please, my Prince.” She begged, “I’m so afraid of you.”


And as he drew near her now, he thought he must be merciful and make her punishment quick. And seating himself on the side of the bed, he reached out for her, and pulling her wrist into his left hand he brought her naked body down over his lap so that her legs dangled over the floor helplessly.


“Very, Very lovely.” He said, his right hand moving languidly over her rounded buttocks, forcing them ever so slightly apart. Tathiel was crying aloud, but muffling her cries into the bed, her hands held out in front of her by his long left arm. And now with his right hand he spanked her buttocks hard and heard her cries grow louder. It wasn’t really much of a slap. But it left a red mark on her, and he spanked her hard again, and felt her writhing against him, the heat and moisture of her sex against his leg, and again he spanked her.


“I think you are sobbing more from humiliation than pain,” He scolded softly.


She was struggling not to make her cries to loud. He lifted her up now so that she was standing infront of him.


“Toss your hair back,” He commanded. Her tear stained face was unspeakably beautiful, her lips trembling, her eyes streaming with the dampness of her tears. She obeyed.


“Clasp your hands behind your neck,” he said. “Under your hair. That’s it. Very good.” He lifted her chin again. “And you have a lovely modest habit of looking down, But now I want you to look directly at me.”


“Do you find me handsome?” he asked her. “Ah, but before you answer, I should like to know the truth from you, not what you think I should like to hear, or what would be best for you to say, you understand me?”


“Yes, my Prince.” She whispered. She seemed calmer.


He reached out, massaged her right breast lightly, and then stroked her downy underarms, feeling the little curve of the muscle there beneath the tiny wisp of hair, and then he stroked that full, moist hair between her legs so that she sighed and trembled.


Again she bit her lip, which he dearly loved, and then, her voice diminished by uncertainty, she said, “You are very handsome, my Prince, no one could deny that.”


He smiled and kisses her ear. He wondered why the wet little cleft between her legs was so very hot. His fingers could not keep from touching it. Twice already he’d had her today, and he would have her again. He lifted her up onto the bed and laid her down. The Prince bent over her. He parted her legs. He could see the battle she fought not to cover herself or turn away from him. He stroked her thighs. Then with his finger and thumb he reached into the silky damp hair itself and felt those tender little lips and forced them very wide open. Tathiel gave a terrible shudder, with his left hand he covered her mouth, and behind her hand she cried softly. It seemed easier for her with him covering her mouth and that was alright for now. And with his right fingers, he found that tiny nodule of flesh between her legs for the first time, the real fluid which had not come before with her innocent blood.


“That’s it, that’s it, my darling,” he said. “And you musn’t resist your lord and master hmmm?”


Now he opened his clothing and took out his hard, eager sex, and mounting her he let it rest against her thigh as he continued to stroke and work her. She was twisting from one side to another, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the nipples of her breast looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them. He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting her. He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked her sex too, and as she struggled, and blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted her, slowly. Again she arched her back. Her breast were suffused with red. And as he drove his organ into her, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. An awful cry was muffled by his hand over her mouth, she was shuddering so violently it seemed she all but lifted him ontop of her. And then she lay still, moist, pink with her eyes closed, breathing deeply as the tears flowed silently.


“That was lovely, my darling.” He said, “Open your eyes.”


She did it timidly. But then she lay looking up at him.


“This has been so hard for you,” he whispered. “You could not even imagine these things happening to you. And you are red with shame, and shaking with fear, and you believe perhaps it’s one of the dreams you dreamed in your hundred years. But its real Tathiel.” He said, “And it’s only beginning! You think I’ve made you my Princess. But I’ve only started. The day will come when you can see nothing but me as if I were the sun and the moon.”


He bent over her. She lay so very still, gazing at him.


“Not Kiss me,” he commanded, “and I mean ..really…kiss me.”


{{ End Flashback }}


“Now go to the stand in the corner,” he said, “and bring back the basin with water in it.”


“Wring out the cloth tightly,” he said, “And bathe me quickly.”


She did as she was told at once, staring in amazement at his sex, its length, its hardness, and the tip of it with its tiny opening. She had been so sore from it yesterday, yet that pleasure had paralyzed her. Never had she guessed at such a secret.


“Now, do you know what I want of you?” He said gently. His hand lovingly stroked her cheek, lifting her hair back. She ached to look at him. She wished he would command her to look into his eyes.


“No, my Prince but whatever it is..” she started.


“Yes, darling…you are being very good. I want you to take it into your mouth, stroke it with your tongue and lips.”


She was shocked. She had never thought of this. She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, feeling its huge size, it’s hardness. It nudged at the back of her throat, and she pushed up and down on it as he guided her. The taste of it was almost delicious; and it seemed a salty liquid in tiny droplets came out into her mouth, and then she stopped because he had said it was enough.


She opened her eyes.


“Very good, Tathiel, very good.” He praised.


And she could tell he was in pain with his need suddenly. It made her feel proud, and there was in her even in her helplessness, a sense of power.


“Sweet beautiful innocent Tathiel. You are so very good at our lives together are only beginning.. you learn very quickly how to please me. You are mine now, and mine forever. My beautiful Princess.” He spoke gently as he pulled her up to him kissing her deeply.


And so this is how my story ends.. I started out my life as a servant of God and I ended up a willing partaker in the pleasurable acts of my Lust and Desire for my Prince as a Drow Princess. Strange, no?




















The End