Without Her Wand

“Damnable wench!” shrieked Imrae, stomping her foot and shattering the delicate high heel on the cold, damp cave floor.

The drow priestess stumbled and fell, though her dark vision made the gloom bearable she was no caver. She wasn’t dressed for strenuous travel; clad in the garb of Lolth’s priesthood; a skimpy leather harness decorated with web-like veils, all torn and ripped from the attack. Their guide had abandoned them, disappearing moments before a clutch of damnable driders attacked. Imrae cursed again, throwing her broken shoes against the walls.

The guide had come highly recommended, an expert caver held in high regard by many houses. Imrae trusted the woman to guide her and her entourage through the underdark, and though the specter of betrayal was always present, Imrae hadn’t been aware enough to stop the attack. Whatever the lolth-cursed caver was doing, Imrae wished it would end in her death. Imrae nearly tripped over a male’s corpse, its body locked in a rictus scream from the drider’s toxins. The only thing Imrae could do was stumble on and hope to find her destination.

She had left the safety of her home two days ago, traveling to another far away city of the drow. She was to meet Ristel of house Ousstyl, a talented wizard and the most prestigious of his city. Ristel and Imrae planned to mate, to join both in sex and in ambition; to join their houses together and use their combined resources in the great game of backstabbing and lies all drow play. But that was all forgotten now, as Imrae wandered through the underdark’s labyrinthine tunnels.

She wished she was back home; this was no place for a woman of culture and status, one born as high as her shouldn’t have to stoop so low. Walking barefoot through the cold, hard underdark tunnels, half naked and unarmed, having to do the most basic of tasks, things suited for the males. Imrae wished she had her tentacle rod; an enchanted gift for her service of Lolth. It was a potent weapon and marital aid, something she longed for as she huddled, shivering, in a tunnel so tight she needed to crawl. When she found a crevice she could hide inside she tried to fall asleep, only succeeding when exhaustion and desperation overwhelmed her.

She awoke when a sharp pain, like a burning hot needle, probed her brain. She was jolted awake, hitting her head against the cave wall as she did so. When she sat back up, sloppily tying her snow-white hair behind her head, her ebon skin turned pale in fright.
A horrid creature was standing over her, body concealed by a flowing black robe with a high collar, unnatural charms and icons hanging from the lapel. It’s head resembled a cephalopod; clammy, bluish skin coated in mucus with pale, lidless eyes and an extended cranium. Four long, writhing tentacles dangled from it’s chin, concealing whatever the creature used as a mouth. The monster’s hands were folded behind it’s back, and it looked down inquisitively at Imrae. It was a Mind Flayer; a deadly predator that feasted on grey matter, one of the drow people’s many foes. One of the few things Imrae feared.

“Describe the situation that led to your isolation.” Rang the flayer’s ululating voice in the back of her head, the monster telepathically speaking to her.
Imrae remained petrified, trying to hide deeper into the crevice she was lodged in. She knew she couldn’t hide form this beast, but hide was all she could do.
“I repeat the query, describe the situation that led to your isolation. I order you to respond.”

Imrae shrieked and pulled at her hair, struggling to focus her mind in a vain attempt to force the alien presence from her consciousness. The creature’s writhing tentacles fell motionless and a vein on its forehead pulsed. Suddenly Imrae was calmed, and felt the overwhelming urge to crawl out her shelter. Unquestioningly, she walked on hands and knees, ignoring the rock grating against her body as she approached the flayer. When she emerged she stood up and stared blankly at the slimy monster, her thoughts empty and her emotions gone.

“I will release my control,“ thought  the Flayer, the vein on it’s cranium pulsating.
“I am repeating my query again. Describe the situation that led to your isolation. Failure to comply will result in punishment.”

Suddenly free will returned to Imrae, her legs buckling as the Illithid’s spell ended. She mouthed words in under common, not fully comprehending the situation. Eventually, she found the words and grumbled under her breath.
“Guide led me to an ambush. Driders killed my slaves. Now I suppose youre here to finish me off?”
“This situation is normal for Drow, is it not? You’re culture’s thralls are not subject to proper dominance and rebel from their masters often, as The Elder Brain has shown me.”

The mind flayer began to pace around her, its’ facial tentacles flitting back and forth.
“If you think you can make me a slave just eat me now, you’ll find Drow women don’t serve anyone.”

The monster continued pacing, observing her and studying her as it did so. Imrae wanted to flee, but in her wounded, exhausted state she knew the monster would subdue her before she could escape.

“And you will find that I have recently satiated myself, and you are in no danger of consumption. I have another query for you drow; what is a tentacle wand, and why do you associate it with my feeding appendages?”

Imrae blushed, part mortified that the creature had invaded her thoughts and part embarrassed. It stopped pacing and stood in front of her, arms still folded behind it, staring at her with its unblinking, milky eyes.

“I demand an answer, Imrae. I could force you to tell me, but I am allowing you free will for now.”
Swallowing her shame, Imrae muttered her response.
“It’s a tool. It can be used as a weapon, something to manipulate objects for, and, since the limbs attached to it are flexible and thick, I use it to masturbate.”

“Simulated sexual activity, I see. And my feeding appendages remind you of its form. Interesting, I will include this in my report to The Elder Brain.”

“Would you cut it out with the questions squid face?” blurted Imrae, ignoring the danger she was in.
“Just fucking kill me or let me go, its forbidden to speak with your kind, let alone tell them what I use to pleasure myself!”

The Mind Flayer stood still and watched her for a minute, its tentacles wriggling in agitation.

“And how long has it been since you’ve utilized your tentacle wand?”

Imrae screamed in anger and leapt at the flayer, trying to strike its pallid face, but her blow stopped midway, her nervous system paralyzed by the Illithid’s psychic power.

“I am not going to eat you Imrae, nor am I going to force you into thralldom, though all of your race are deserving of it. My Elder Brain has ordered me to collect information on other races of the belowground, and to refrain from acquiring thralls. Now I see it has been a long time since you have used your tentacle wand, and were anticipating to have bred with another Drow by now.”

Imre remained motionless, the ability to move slowly returning. She folded her arms and looked at the illithid, her expression a mix of quizzical and fearful. The illithid paused before continuing, seeming to sigh as it chose its words.

“I have yet to  collect information on thrall races’ breeding; the mental activity of such unions is something we have little knowledge of. I have a query: would you like to use my feeding appendages like your tentacle wand? In return I will escort you to the nearest settlement of your people and ensure you are fed.”

“And if I tell you to stuff it and fuck yourself with your own tentacles?”

“You imply I posses sexual organs, which is a common misunderstanding, but I understand your rebuttal. Then I would withdraw my offer and allow you to die unfulfilled, alone and cold in these tunnels. I could care less, it is a fate all thrall races deserve.”

Imrae fell to her knees and held her head in her hands. Of the few tenants of her priesthood, communion with the enemies of Lolth was one of the most severe. Mind Flayers were some of the Dark Elves’ oldest and most hated foes; they enslaved and preyed on the Drow, and Imrae knew of many cavers, male and female, who had been taken by them to a fate worse than death. Imrae began to form the words to refuse him; to accept death and keep her honor, when she remembered the bitch that betrayed her. How could she ever hope for revenge if she let death claim her? That worm, lower even than a male, would get away with this if she refused him!

Imrae dragged her hand down her face, until it clutched at the hem of her dress, grimacing as she did so. With a heavy sigh, she stood up and nodded, pulling down her dress and exposing her bust. The flayer remained motionless, save for the appendages dangling from it’s face, the pallid flesh betraying no emotion.

“Get started fucker, we’re doing this quick and dirty,” grunted Imrae as she reached beneath her legs and dislodged her scanty undergarments.

“I’m afraid I do no posses the knowledge of these situations, I shall query the-”

“Quiet. We’re doing things how I want it, understand? Now start with my boobs.”

Imrae directed the Illithid’s tentacles to her chest, wrapping one around each boob and placing it’s lamprey-like mouth above her belly button. The Illithid must have known her desires, either from its telepathic powers or just the context, and tightened its lengthy limbs around her boobs. This made them stand out, the perky nipples quickly growing erect as the slimy limbs squeezed her black skin. The ringlike mouth the Illithid possessed started to suck on her, forming a tight seal with a squishy wet sound. Imrae moaned and placed her hands on the back of the Mind Flayer’s head, pushing its clammy head against her abdomen. The creature sucked, nibbling on her and stroking her navel with the thin tongue contained in it’s jaw. It was as though it was trying to suck a brain from her chest, and Imrae was enjoying it.

As the upper tentacles fondled her boobs, squeezing them almost uncomfortably tight before releasing them to flop back into position, Imrae felt her inhibitions about the act fading, being replaced with a needy warmth inside her. She shut her eyes and thrust her hips forward, raising a leg over the Illithid’s shoulder to bring her closer.

“Am I to understand this action excites you, causes your hormones to tell you to continue?” Thought the Mind Flayer, sending his query directly into Imrae’s mind.

The priestess didn’t respond, instead directing the two loose tentacles to her crotch. One she inserted into her eager vagina, the slime coating the Mind Flayer’s limb making an effective lubricant. The other she guided between her ample, ebony cheeks, hotdogging the limb as it teased the entrance to her anus. She humped against the Mind Flayer’s face, the flexible tentacle writhing inside her. It stimulated her more sensitive areas, and the one between her cheeks pulled her closer, pressing against her sphincter.

Gone was Imrae’s hesitation about fucking this thing; she was back home right now, with her precious wand, enjoying the pleasure Lolth’s instrument granted her. She grunted as her first orgasm ran threw her, whipping her white hair back in ecstasy. The two limbs holding her boobs alternated their constrictions, one wriggling around its prey as the other tightened its grip. The Mind Flayer’s mouth was making a giant hickey around her navel, irritating and stimulating the dark, hairless flesh. The flayers hands gripped her thighs and it thrust in and out faster and faster, forcing his way through her thighs and against her cervix. Again and again, its slimy appendage penetrated her, its mucus mixing with her vaginal fluids.

Imrae shrieked, climaxing a second time, her toes curling and her eyes shutting in ecstasy. The Flayer kept penetrating her, and she lost her balance, only narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the hard tunnel floor as the monster fucked her. As she bucked her hips back into him, grabbing her breasts and violently squeezing the tits and tentacles, she yelled in mind-numbing ecstasy.

When the Mind Flayer finally stopped, disconnecting from her and leaving a bright reddish-pink welt where its mouth had been, it left Imrae a quivering wreck. It waited patiently, sifting through the emotions it had gathered and behaviors it observed in the Drow. It watched with emotionless eyes and rolling, fluid-drenched tentacles as Imrae dressed herself, panting with exhaustion.

“I am to escort you to the nearest Drow settlement, as per our agreement,” it told her, folding its hands again.

“The journey will take only about two days, during which time I will refrain from commanding you.”

Imrae shuddered as she pulled her undergarments back on, the fabric immediately getting stained from contact with her wet pussy. She bit her pinky finger and looked over her shoulder at the Mind Flayer, fluttering her eyes as she did so.

“Is there a longer route we could take? I’m sure you have lots more information to collect.”