Ropes. Rough-hewn ones, tied expertly and digging into her wrists and ankles. She noticed those first. She was lying down with her hands behind her back. There was a bag over her head as well. That would muffle sound, making listening to her own shouts an ineffective way of guessing the room's size and construction, even if she wasn't being gagged by a strip of linen. The floor was made of stone, though. That much was obvious by the feel of it against her naked skin.

Raila was at least able to discern that she wasn't alone. Heavy footsteps paced around her at an irregular tempo, accompanied by a high-pitched croaky jabbering in a language she didn't understand. She doubted the two sounds were being made by the same creature. The footsteps stopped behind her, and there was silence for a few minutes before the bag was pulled off her, revealing an incredibly ugly face that looked like a cross between a mangy hyena and an eel.

Pinprick eyes, solid black, leered at her with a sadistic glee, made all the more sinister by the gaping, needle-filled maw underneath it. A sinuous tongue glided across the top row of barracuda teeth before retreating back its the mouth. It grinned at her. A spindly claw, barely big enough to wrap around the point of her chin, dug into her skin, angling her head this way and that to get a good look at her.

It gurgled, chuckling as she shook free of his grip. It answered her resistance with a sharp slap of its riding crop. It looked comically oversized in the neogi's hands, but it hurt all the same. She got a view of its hairy underside as its head pulled away. Its stiletto legs scratched at the cobblestones as it sauntered out of view, heading off behind her. It poked at her back with its crop, lower and lower as he went along. "Strong legs. Strong shoulders. Round, wide hips. Firm breasts, good for breeding. You will make a good slave, yes. You will make money, lot of money." It punctuated its assessment with another slap, this time on the rear.

"But first, you must be prepared. To market or to breeding pens, you must be broken. Robbed of your will, yes. Strong body, sure to have strong spirit, yes. We change that." Another slap, this one in a much more sensitive spot, had her cringing. She didn't cry out, though. She refused to give the hateful little thing the satisfaction. It came into view again, bouncing the crop against its free hand, still wearing that same chilling smile. "We have our ways, yes." It barked out a brief order to whatever was standing behind her, and the ground shook subtly as the heavy footsteps resumed.

A massive brown shape stepped into her view, all hard shell and huge claws. Gigantic scissor-like pincers jutted from its mouth, twin scimitars of wickedly serrated chitin. They were set below two little black orbs, not entirely unlike the neogi's, and framed by two huge, faceted orbs the same color as its shell. Wheat-stalk feelers and a much smaller pair of pincers twitched idly as the creature grunted an acknowledgment and bent down to let the neogi crawl onto its back. It balanced on its knuckles like an ape as it rose up again, unbothered by reins and harness that were bolted to its exoskeleton. The neogi barked more orders at it and it trudged behind her without hesitation.

Raila shuddered involuntarily as the umber hulk rolled her onto her stomach. Its sharp claws left little scratches with each touch. The harsh bristles jutting out between its joints scratched her, but were just an annoyance by comparison. She tried to turn back on her side to see what was going on, but the massive hands grabbed her again, turning her back over roughly. It did nothing else, made no other move but to ensure that she remained as she was.
The neogi barked another order. It obeyed, manipulating her so that she rested on her knees and shoulders, her bottom sticking up into the air. Her heart beat rapidly with the shame and the fear of it.

The neogi croaked out another order, and at this point the hulk hesitated. It growled out a guttural string of simple sounds that had an inquisitive tone to it, a lacing of confusion. It was cut off suddenly by the incessant jabbering of its master, accompanied by a series of harsh slaps from its crop. She doubted it could feel such admonishment, but it whimpered in shame and carried out its orders.

She nearly jumped as one of its huge segmented fingers drove its way inside of her. The massive armored hand attached to it slammed against her repeatedly, making parts already tender and sensitive even more so. Another croak from its master. It began to wriggle the finger, scratching her in a way that she found, much to her shame, provoked reactions in her. He was very deep, poking at something that urged her to become very wet, very quickly, lest her insides start to tear.

More shouts. More directions. Less hesitation. Raila wasn't sure whether the umber hulk was working faster now to please its master, or to please itself. Either way, it was certainly evoking a reaction from her. Her juices were dripping from her now, lingering on the creature's armored fingers. She suppressed the urge to cry out. It was getting harder and harder.

So was something else, apparently. She felt something warm and wet press against her thighs. The neogi barked out more orders to the creature, and it grumbled in response. It did not hesitate this time, though. Raila twisted her head this way and that, trying to get a better look at what was going on. What she saw made her face turn red and her heart race.

The creature's penis was enormous, pale pink and covered in a sheen of slime. The head was like that of a spear, slightly flattened and wedge-shaped, and its tip bore two dull prongs. Dull thorn-like projections ran the length of its underside in two symettrical rows, pointing backwards. Ridges ringed the base of it. It throbbed with an intense rhythm as it drew closer to her. The umber hulk grabbed her shoulders again, set her in that same neck-straining position she'd been in. This time, she didn't resist at all. She burned with the shame of it, but perverse desire overtook her and she began to actually anticipate it.

It shifted its hands to her hips, pressed her legs together. It pulled her back in, exposing more of her throbbing vulva. Slowly but firmly it pressed itself along her groin and squeezed between her thighs. She could feel the creature's heart beating with tremendous force, its member pulsating and emanating a tantalizing heat. The thorns rubbed at the very outset of her sensitivity. The teasing was too much to bear.

It gripped her shoulders with incredible strength, one or two of its fingers breaking skin. It lowered itself to its knees, She shuddered as the tip of it touched her labia, the twin prongs teasing either side of her wet cleft. The creature held it there, prodding her slightly, but not entering her. She felt its desire, burning as hot as hers, but its master's psychological leash kept it from moving forward. The little bastard cackled at her.

"Hmm, an eager one, yes. You will be broken, yes, perhaps more easily than we thought, yes." It let out a single harsh bark and the chitinous beast's discipline broke.

With a single powerful thrust, it plunged into her almost completely. It drew back slowly, tantalizingly, and she could feel every last thorn pluck at her as it pulled out. Again it thrust and again it drew back, stretching and tugging and massaging her insides, drawing yet more wetness from her body. Muffled cries began to escape her mouth.

The umber hulk let go of her shoulders, stopping for a moment to place its hands on the ground. It leaned forward, thrusting with yet more force as it wrapped its huge pincers around her torso, gripping with just enough force to hold her still. Wheat-stalk antennae swept across her shoulders slowly and deliberately, soaking up some of her sweat.

Harsh, guttural growls accompanied its now-rapid thrusts. It was becoming too much for her. With the gag in place it was hard for her to get enough air, so heavy was her breathing. Waves of ecstasy surged through her body. Shuddering, she pressed herself against the creature's groin just as she reached orgasm. The hulk's pincers squeezed her harder as a torrent of its seed filled her to overflowing.

The umber hulk took its time pulling out from her. She enjoyed its firmness and heat while it lasted, relishing every last thorn as it left her for the last time. She panted, her eyes closed, all of her shame overtaken by the lingering afterglow she was now mired in.


Raila felt something poke her face. She ignored it. Again and again, it persisted. She opened her eyes, saw the neogi there, riding crop in hand. "That's it. Pay up." She grumbled, unable to speak because of the damn gag. The neogi pulled it out of her mouth.

"What are you talking about? We agreed to one session," she fumed.

"One session over. Done. Pay up now." It refused to budge.

"Take these ropes off, then." The umber hulk beat its master to them. Its claws cut through them as if they were made of tissue.

"Good, ropes off, pay up now!" The detestable little thing jabbered at her as she rose. It was so focused on getting its money that it she had no problem rushing it and wrapping both hands around the little bastard's throat.

Its spindly limbs flailed and its body writhed as she squeezed its neck. "Now listen here, you little shit, I came here to be fucked by the bug, not by you. We agreed that one 'session' lasts the full four hours unless I decide that I'm finished before that."

The neogi choked out what she assumed was an order to attack. The umber hulk did no such thing. Instead it wrapped a huge chitinous arm around her waist and cooed lovingly. Its seed continued to drip out of her. "He likes me better. Now I'll let you go if you just get the hell out. I don't want you in here anymore. You already have the deposit and I'll pay you the rest when I leave. Am I clear?"

It nodded furiously, and she let it go. It gasped for air, both of its little hands pressed to the spot she had grabbed. "Bad customer you are, yes. Very bad. Not welcome here anymore, no."

"Ask your fellows how they feel about that. I bring a lot of money into this place. I have a reputation around here as well. How quickly do you think your business will dry up when I speak out against you?"

Defeated and humiliated, the neogi snatched up its riding crop, holding it close like a frightened child might clutch a doll as it skittered out of the room, the illusory door rippling slightly as he fled to the common area of the planar brothel.

Raila smirked as she turned around to face her monstrous lover again. "Are you ready to go again yet? I hope you don't mind me chewing out your boss like that."

It growled in response.

"Nonsense, I'll make sure he does nothing to punish you. If he does, he'll be sorry. Now are you good to go or not?"

Again it growled.

"Well what are you waiting for then?" Growl growl growl. "What? No, I'm not doing that." Growl whine. "Because it's disgusting!"

A much longer series of growls.

She bit her lip"Well, okay. If you're going to do that, I guess I can do something for you, too."
It cooed elatedly.

"Well, come here then... 'daddy.'"

And soon enough, it certainly did.

THE END