Drider fic

Pillory knelt next to the pool of water and dipped her hand into the crystalline liquid, scaring the tiny, blind shrimp and fish away. Sipping noisily from her hand she savored the cool, mineral-laced water with pleasure; she did not need it, of course, but it was still a pleasure to experience it.

After all, that was why she had been made into what she was.

She rose slowly, brushing errant flakes of limestone from her leather breeches and considered how best to deal with the creature that was trying to sneak up on her. The areanae had warned her of this monstrosity, but it was a unique opportunity to recruit the monster against the Guildmaster.

Among others.

The creature was close - really close. Close enough that the ageless girl could feel the smooth skin of her face, the softness of her breasts, the strange chitinous plates covering what should have been a mons, the smooth, graceful bulb of her carapace, the bristles on her legs, and the sharp knife-like claw attachments on her....well, they served as feet. A drider. A female drider, which was a surprise; though it would explain why she was alone, since most driders were males who failed Lolth's tests. Unless she was mistaken about that aspect of their religion. Pillory rarely wandered that deep as the illithidae were a real threat.

Unlike this ignorant and doomed specimen of inhuman beauty.

The drider was drawing her bow; it took a great deal of effort not to steel herself for being shot. She'd have to suffer a little to lull the beastly creation into a sense of security. She glanced around - not lifting her head - to give the impression of using her eyes. The drider froze, becoming so much darkness and architecture in the living cavern. It didn’t help, of course; Pillory wasn't using her eyes at all.

Turning back towards the cavern's exit way, she carefully started walking, making a show of looking at the ground and watching where she put her feet. It took her out of the drider's presence, unfortunately, but it was likely the archer would scuttle closer. Pillory was right - the creature silently stalked her, bow half drawn, arrow knocked. She couldn't feel anything on the tip of the arrow, but she suspected there would be poison. Silly for there not to be in a place this isolated and lacking in large prey.

She paused at the exit way, looking about carefully, one hand on the wall, the other loose at her side. She scanned back and forth, 'looking' for danger with her 'darkvision'. In truth all her attention was on the drider, who slowly and with surprising silence stalked after her. The creature paused and drew the bow entirely, no more than twenty feet away.

Curious, Pillory rose up to her full height - all 5' 4" - and ran a hair through the red curls. Not that the drider would notice the color of her hair or eyes, of course, she admonished herself. But it gave the drider an excellent sight down the back of her neck and the small gap between chain mail and neck.

True to form, the drider let the arrow go. The force of it driving through her upper back elicited a scream from Pillory's lips and put her on her hands and knees. The arrow had cleanly pierced her chest and rib cage, nicking several ribs and passing really damn close to her heart. She did not heal the injury; she instead put her metabolism on high end maintenance and started processing the poison that was surging into her body from the arrow. The bitch hadn't just poisoned the tip - the entire shaft was drenched in an oily substance.

She reached back and grabbed the remaining shaft of the arrow and yanked, hard, drawing a scream along with the broken arrow. The remaining piece slid deeper into her chain mail shirt, stopping at her belt. It had broken when it impacted the inside of her chain mail after passing through her body. This time she did heal the damage, though the original wound still oozed blood.

Rolling onto her back she 'looked' at the drider, even as the creature began to make passes and signed, singing in a scratchy, ill-used voice.

Struggling not to smile Pillory let the drider complete her spell. Predictably, thick, heavy strands of glue-coated silk erupted from the air above Pillory, binding itself to ceiling, floor, walls and anything in the way. Such as Pillory. She gasped as if in surprise and struggled a little, just for the sake of realism; it had been a while since she'd allowed someone to tie her up. She might have to find someone to do that some time later.

It was terribly difficult not to laugh at the rather lovely feeling drider.

The drider clambered down the wall, and slowly stalked closer, whispering in a dry, scratchy dialect of elven. Pillory was somewhat surprised to note the drider had eight legs, rather than only six. Her mental senses slid along the underside of the creature, feeling the belts and quivers of arrows, the smooth, somewhat softer under-carapace of the bulbous abdomen, the strange, delicate flutter of what seemed to be gills, the soft, closed patches of flesh below that, and further back, the soft, hinged covers of the drider's spinnerets. Spinnerettes? Pillory wondered if the drider's sex made a difference.

Remembering she was supposed to be terrified she spoke aloud. "What are you going to do to me?" Try as she might, she could just not manage to put the quiver of fear in her voice, instead sounding somewhat imperious. Oh well.

The creature laughed - laughed! - and Pillory's anger at being laughed at was impossible to conceal. It spoke in that dry, whispery elven and Pillory replied quietly. "You know, when someone asks you a question and you understand it, you should really try to answer in a language they understand." Her voice had dropped to a lower register and the drow drew another arrow, nocking it. "Yes, you tried that before." She stared at the drider, a wicked smile crossing her lips.

The explosion took the creature by surprise, especially since it was centered on the elan herself. The flames eradicated the webs, and that damage had to be healed, unfortunately, but Pillory had a dearth of power to draw from. The rest of the flames billowed as the ectoplasm ignited, rushing softly throughout the cavern.

The drider screeched unpleasantly, and loosed the arrow wildly, burying it in the rock next to Pillory's head. Adamantine, undoubtedly. She lashed out with a foot and caught the drider unprotected at the curve of body where abdomen met soft flesh and added a potent jolt of psionic energies to the impact for good measure. Hot liquid burst from the point of impact and a strange creeling noise erupted from the drider's throat.

Rolling easily to her feet the psychic grinned ferally at the monstrous female, who quickly drew signs of power and forms of magic with her free hand. The shaft of brilliant lightning allowed her to see the glossy black skin and soft white curls of her opponent's hair for a fleeting second before it engulfed her, crawled over her body like a billion biting, clawing insects and pulling at her hair. The repairs happened even as the damage was done, potential energy becoming flesh and skin and hair even as it was torn and burned away.

In response the elan raised both her hands and shouted, not bothering to hide the sudden thrum of bass chords as she drew lines of force from the ether to converge on the drow. but this was no ordinary set of power lines; this was a set Pillory made particularly vibrant, so the massive shockwave that erupted around the drider was the most potent possible given her personal reserves of energy. The only thing that left the drider alive was the fact that Pillory did not make the concussion blast from astral forces rather than ethereal forces.

The drider collapsed like a spider thrown to the ground, curling over her own chest and legs pulling in to quiver nervously against the bulb of her abdomen. Pillory tossed locks of staticy red hair from in front of her face, tasting the ozone in the air as she took a deep breath. "Now how the fuck do I tie up a spider?"

The drider woke very slowly, her entire body aching. Whatever the creature - for nothing so potent could have been human - had done to her left her feeling much as she had after Lolth expressed her displeasure. She flexed her arms slowly. Or rather, she tried to flex her arms. She could not move them at all. Or her legs - any of them, save for the least joints. And she was bent uncomfortably, not to mention lying on her back. Backs.

She blinked slowly, eyes registering light. Real light. Not sunlight or the blinding globes and flames that the overworlders used, but a soft, pale glow that seemed to come from beneath and around her. It was not unpleasant but the sight it revealed was more than unpleasant: it was humiliating.

She was half buried in glittering diamond, or something so like diamond it might have been that. It looked carved or chipped and her abdomen was trapped by it, along with most of each of her legs and both of her arms from shoulder to elbow. Her hand and the last section of each foot were free, but 'spread eagled' as her arms were she could not threaten. Even more annoying, the monster had filled her mouth with a small sphere of glass and tied a scarf about the back of her neck to keep her from spitting it out.

"I did not think you would say anything worth hearing," said the soft, cruel voice of her prey-turned-captor.

The human-appearing creature was naked, bare except for the splashes of tiny dots of pigment along her breasts, shoulders, arms and legs. She was pale - more so than even the pale elves from the surface - and her eyes were bright blue and sliding along the curves and radiates of her body in the same manner a lustful male's might have.

In the exact same manner, the drider realized with a shock.

"You would not believe the amount of effort I had to put into this," the creature said in its guttural, deep voice. El'Es'Bet narrowed her dark, gleaming eyes and pulled at the the crystalline prison that she was sunk into like....like a bug trapped in ice. The poetics of it appealed to her sense of irony even as she raged at her own humiliating helplessness. "I was thinking about coercing you into a bit of war against a deadly creature but I have decided against it. I do not think you are trustworthy. Especially not after this." The creature tapped her toe against the soft crystal, just at the base of El'Es'Bet's abdomen. She strained again to try and defeat the human-creature's mindweaving. The effort made her spinnerettes curl over and her legs twitch but there was no cracking of crystal or breaking free.

The creature walked slowly around the helplessly imprisoned drider, studying her with bright interest. "You know, I did not expect your body to be so similar to a spider's, not really." As she stood next to the prone drider she reached out a toe, bending at one knee to give herself some reach. "These are your lungs, aren't they? I imagine they are very sensitive." The open sheaves of her lungs fluttered, the blood rich gills quivering as the bare flesh of the human-creature caressed a chitin-protected edge. El'Es'Bet tried to cry out but the ball of crystal in her mouth fell back, choking off the epithet and she was forced to cough the ball back into her fore-mouth instead.

"Very sensitive. but this...this is something else, isn't it?" She ran that soft, warm skin along the sensitive vents just below that, pressing lightly on the softer armour there. The flush of raw anger that accompanied the pulse of pleasure made the drider's hands clench, nails biting fiercely into her palms. What was this creature that she knew so much? The creature bared her teeth in a snide smile. The toe traced each vent slowly, before the creature stood up, one leg wobbly from supporting her whole bodyweight.

Pillory walked around to the creature’s abdomen, the squirming tip of her pointed rear rotating in circles angrily, the plates covering the strange looking cones of soft flesh opening and closing in frustrated uselessness. "I wonder if these are equivalent to your derriere....they must, for I see nothing else that could be." Her wandering toe followed the squirming spinnerettes until she was forced to kneel and use one hand to grab the protrusion. El'Es'Bet choked again, but the warm fingers gripped firm the plated opening, the soft muscles squirming as they tried to close the jointed openings. The soft, fleshy cones writhed in agitation and Pillory slid her free hand into the gaps between them, glancing up at her captive with interest as the outraged noises erupted from her throat and closed mouth.

The flesh inside was surprisingly cool and slick; she explored the moist cavern with careful movements, fingers wandering occasionally pressed against or between the soft fleshy mounds. The drider's drow fingers spasmed, worked, and her upper body jerked. Her nipples were actually quite hard, and as they had not been before - Pillory had used the touchsight well along the rather largish bosom of the once-elf - some measure of pleasure was to be had.

And then El'Es'Bet spattered her in thick, sticky goo.

The stuff was a lot worse than the magically created stuff had been. The only comparison she had to date was when she'd walked into a mimic that had been pretending to be a wall. The experience had been incredibly mortifying, horridly painful, and sticky beyond all reason. This stuff was fresh from the drider's spinnerettes and the impact was strong enough to knock her to her back. When that happened she found herself quickly mired in the thick, heavy webbing-glue. And the most annoying part was it had caught her in the face, so she couldn't breathe.

Controlling the physiological reaction to panic, she gathered her wits. It would have been simple just to use another Burst, but that had the potential of freeing her captive, which was so VERY out of the question now. This bitch was in for it. The next best alternative was going to hurt a lot worse than burning off the webs before, but she would cope.

El'Es'Bet could starve to death, or be eaten by some monstrosity wandering her territory, but she'd trapped the terrible human-thing but good. She started struggling again, attempting to free herself despite the unsuccessful attempts before.

The drider froze as a pillar of blue-white flame erupted in front of her turning the room into a glittering hell of brightness that seared her eyes. She squeezed them shut and swallowed around the orb of crystal in her mouth, praying that death would take her from the horror of this madness. She had to be mad - a human defeating her with mental powers greater than the illithidae, imprisoning her and then indulging in rape? There was no sanity to the world where such things could happen after Lolth cursed her with a blessed body. The rush of near-silent flames died down and though the world was seared with orange-black afterimages of the pillar of fire, she could see clearly once more.

Pillory slowly picked herself up off of the lovely crystal she'd formed of astral leavings and reality revision. Her reflection looked back, hair singled, body scorched. She still had some power left, but not enough to waste on mere burns from the webbing. "I think we are done with foreplay," she said ominously as she got to her feet. She drew smoking curls of soft copper from her face and glared at the quivering, terrified drider. "Oh, I see you finally bought a clue. I haven't dealt with something as obtuse as you are in centuries." She stepped onto the smooth swell of the creature's abdomen, ignoring the grunts as she walked along the softer chitin plates, the red hourglass of her victim's spider-belly. She stepped over the delicate, sensitive book-lungs of her prey and sat straddling the join of spider to woman, and ran both hands there, exploring, searching.

The drider squirmed helplessly as Pillory traced the chitin and the flesh at the interface between drow and spider. She felt the fold, and the she grinned wolfishly. "So, it is true." She slipped her fingers into the gap and spread them, exposing the elven vagina hidden by the tightly closed plates. Smaller and less floral than a human's, it was very similar; similar enough that spreading it and running her thumb along the upper delta disclosed a small, firm nub of flesh that drew another choked cry from her prisoner. "You had your chance. I am finished playing nice." She ran her thumb along the quickly moistening spread of the drider's elvensex, tracing the delicate stria that were her inner labia and the soft, moist hole of her entrance.

The drider strained, unbelieving. Stronger, more powerful than her elven stock, here she was being raped by....by something. Something that only looked human. Centuries? Had the delicate female said that? Pleasure blotted the thought from her mind as fingers were driven into her body, into the sex she'd forced males to explore and females to worship. Her humiliation and outrage deepened when the non-human reached back and slid knowing, experienced hands along her vents and she bit down hard over the sphere, feeling her teeth nearly crack as she ground them together. "Oh, that was really nice," the creature said dreamily, and she twisted her fingers, forcing two of them into the spiral-shaped ventricle where she could, if she desired, take a spider's pedipalp offering. And this CREATURE was abusing her with it!

Pillory felt the warm slickness of her lover's feminine places, elven and non-elven, her fingers tracing, exploring, delving deep. She also felt the sensations of El'Es'Bet's body responding to the pleasure, the forced senselink giving her the tactile experiences of her lover. Rape-victim, actually; why mince words? She leaned forward, rubbing her own bare sex against the soft chitin and muscular flesh of the join between elf and spider, rubbing slowly as she made the drider accept a third finger into her tight elf-sex. "Yes....you like that...." The inarticulate gurgle made the ecstasy-ridden elan laugh. "I have never actually killed someone I was taking pleasure in you know. You might be my lucky first if you are not careful!" She giggled manically as she flesh a rush of liquid pleasure, and did not really bother to differentiate who it belonged to. She twisted her fingers in the soft, spongy wetness of the spider-sex as she plunged her fingers knuckle deep in elf-sex; the drider thrashed so hard tiny chips of crystal fell away from the edges that held her captive.

"You would have to break all your limbs to free yourself....you'd bleed to death while I watched," Pillory said breathlessly, her heart thrumming heavily. She could feel the rush of pleasure as she slid her fingers along the coiling tube that led deeper into the drider's body. "If I had the power to spare I'd fill your vents," she offered. The rush of pleasure and burst of hate was intense and she crooned. "Oh....that was...that...." She rocked her hips faster, her fingers plunging in and out of the drider, swirling in the loose flesh of her vent.

The orgasm was unlike anything she had ever experienced - which was an impressive thing to declare. Or was it orgasms? She couldn't tell, her body twisting inside, wrapping itself within her bod(ies). The intensity of the elf-and-human experience was nothing compared to the spider-experience; she felt the tube tighten, suck on her fingers, pulling at them as eagerly as a virgin's mouth. Heat bloomed, and the orgasm rolled her over again, even as the drider sobbed in ecstatic fear and despair. The rush of her bodies heat and the bliss that followed after had made her wet, wet enough that the drider she straddled was soaked.

Slowly she rose, on shaking legs. A shivery, delicate laugh slipped from Pillory's lips. "That was....wonderful!" The drider’s glassy black eyes glared at her, hate so potent it could have stopped a human's heart. Slowly the elan settled down again, straddling her victim's waist, her slick fingers sliding over glossy black skin and painting the drider's breasts with liquors strange and mystical. She leaned over and ran her tongue along one breast, tasting the elven sex with slow deliberation, pausing only to nip at an erect nipple painfully. Then she ran her tongue over the other breast, and found the spider's sex tasted pungent, almost meaty, a darker stain than the clear oils of elven love.

The drider glared with such absolute hatred that Pillory looked up from tonguing the last droplets of strange lust from her prisoner's breast. "Oh, you will have your chance. You will have your chance in certainty, I promise." she lowered the moist heat of her mouth over the drider's full breast and suckled eagerly, her other hand kneading the soft flesh with deliberate and unnecessary force, nails almost gouging the soft ebony skin. The drider gasped and struggled harder to escape, though more weakly; she had not eaten in some time and she'd just been given enough pleasure to slow any of Lolth's creatures for a moment.

El'Es'Bet felt the pleasure and hatred mounting, feeding from one another as it always had. Then the human-creature was rising, and standing over her head, giving her a view unparalleled: the bare, sleek, moist flesh between the girl-creature's legs. Soft, barely visible petals of the inner labia slightly protruding, rich with blood and smelling of raw sex. "You had best enjoy this. It will happen never again in your life of another's free will, I think."

If anything served to prove to El'Es'Bet that she had gone completely insane, this was it. The THING was lowering herself over El'Es'Bet's head, hands slowly plunging into the soft white curls of her hair, thumbs tracing her sensitive, delicate ears, blue eyes gazing fearlessly - expectantly! - into her orbs of black glass. One hand moved down, snapped the soft silk in twain with a simple movement, and caught at her jaw, spreading her mouth open. She started to choke, but the crystal orb was fished out, and she gasped, swallowing convulsively. The fingers released their hold and the creature looked down at her. "One word of magic, and I will leave you here, alive, helpless. You cannot overwhelm my mind, and you obviously cannot kill me, so just be a good prisoner and service me properly."

Before El'Es'Bet could do more than draw breath the soft, humid flesh of the human-creature's nether lips were pressed to her own in an obscene parody of a kiss. Gentle and warm hands, still smelling of her own sexes, stroked her hair; the creature tensed, relaxed, tensed, and relaxed. Her thighs moved slowly, as she began to pleasure herself on the drider's face. So El'Es'Bet, furious, hateful, humiliated, did what she could do.

She bit. Hard. Fully. Not a small bite; she spread her mouth wide, took as much of the flesh before her as she could, and crushed, her teeth tearing into the soft flesh with the hideous crush of skin and muscle being lacerated. Venom flowed, and the monstrous woman-child shrieked in ecstatic agony.

The experience was everything Pillory had anticipated, expected. The agony was brutal, and she risked poisoning for the sake of repairing her agonized flesh even as the drider bit harder. She began to tremble, her heart racing, her body feeling the exquisite fire of the venom rushing through her veins, the utter blasphemous pain as the drider tried to tear flesh from her mons veneris to her tender back passage away.

The drider tasted the hot wash of blood, tasting of copper and a sharp, dry taste, like she had licked a diamond. The flesh would simply not tear away; she crushed harder, inhuman strength unable to rip the sacred flesh from bones that did not give. Something, some power, slid across her lips and tongue, followed the blood. Not venom, not poison, not unwholesome ichors, something strange and rich. It intensified with every crush of her fangs and teeth, and faded as she relented. Her tongue dated over the wound that did not bleed, the soft wet heat of the human monster's sex, a rich, musky taste familiar yet tainted with that weird power. "Again," whispered the monster that used her like a slave and she responded with another crushing bite. Her own venom flooded her mouth, rejected by the inhuman flesh the creature possessed as though she had not already pierced her body with fang.

The next stroke of tongue lit Pillory ablaze, and she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body. She possessed enough self control to manage the injury that the drider tried to inflict, her body healing as fast- faster - than it was damaged, preventing another heavy dose of the venom from invading her bloodstream. She pulled away, forced herself away, screaming as she tore her wounded sex from the drider's powerful jaws. She barely managed to repair her psionically enhanced flesh before she collapsed on her side, ignoring the long nailed fingers that tried to claw at her as she heaved breaths into her aching lungs.

She felt as weak as a kitten; the poisons were definitely coursing unchecked through her body. Pillory began a biofeedback routine - strictly mental since she had almost no power to spare - that would allow her to ignore the effects of the venom, though she couldn't purge it. She laughed shakily, thighs painted in her own blood and in black ichor that could only be the drider's venom. "Wonderful," she whispered breathlessly. "I have not had that much fun since I caught the little harbinger." She ran a sex-slicked hand through her hair and rolled onto her back so the cool crystal could dissipate her body heat. "I do not think I've ever had something like you....not that I recall, anyways. But when one gets to her seventh or eighth century, you start recursing, I suppose." She laughed at a joke the drider could not fathom.

Slowly she struggled to her feet and gathered up her belongings, straining under a weight she'd carried easily less than an hour ago. She ran a hand down the drider's soft curls, and then smiled, coiling her fingers about a thick lock of it.

It took several tugs, with the drider cursing and hissing in her foreign tongue, but she yanked the lock free - including a small bloody swath of skin. "Keepsake," she murmured, and licked her own blood from the drider's mouth. "Ta....the crystal will fade in another half of an hour. Hope nothing comes along before then....but I do not want you throwing nasty bits of arcana at me." She squeezed the creature's mouth open, though not as easily as before, and forced the gem into her mouth.

El'Es'Bet feared another gag and struggled to spit the large object out. But the inhuman creature rose, holding out a glittering carnelian cube. Pillory glared at it, and a gap appeared in the fabric of space before her, a gate. El'Es'Bet finally dislodged the gem only to catch a brief glimpse of roiling grey and potent energies, before the pale figure was gone beyond her reach.

El'Es'Bet screamed her impotent anger at the walls, half-hoping something would come to devour her in her humiliation and rage.

She was not that fortunate.

~End~