Innocence Lost

"The idea was to find a maiden of unimpeachable moral fortitude who could bring an end to the Warlock once and for all. But the Warlock's corrupting influence was just too strong, and every girl we sent after him would be so utterly despoiled by the journey that he would strip away their purity and take their dirtied soul. Our most virtuous paladins became putty in his hands; all it would take was a sufficiently polluted soul and he would collect it, leaving nothing but an empty husk that craved sin and carnal pleasure. We lost a generation of perfect beauties in those repulsive dungeons."

The Paladin Project: What Went Wrong

The Paladin Project

The girl who would become the Paladin was the purest of souls, unsullied by greed or want. Some said that she was the perfect paragon of elven virtue, but in truth she just lacked the imagination. In a contemplative society of philosophy and high art she just daydreamed about butterflies.

She had an aura and a charisma that demanded a closer look. Eyes as clear as virgin dew looked out innocently from a face that was classically beautiful, but with a pouting mouth that made men ache in their nether regions. Even the most chaste and restrained elven lords had to look twice when she walked on by. Her hair was gold, and spun like the finest silk. It shone brilliantly in the sunshine and reflected light like a halo. It complemented her skin, which was a hue of golden-bronze that glistened in the light and was without blemish from head to toe. Her body was tight, well-conditioned. She kept herself fit, but was never particularly athletic.

By any objective standard she was beautiful. She was a perfect specimen of elven maidenhood, her natural qualities enhanced by her years of bathing in a perfume that smelled like sunshine on a beautiful summer's day. It was a strong smell, a good smell. It made people want to bury their head in it. Her very presence was dazzling.

She was oblivious to her effect, and oblivious to much else besides – she wasn't very bright, when all was said and told. Her tutors lamented that while her poise and grace were perfect, she couldn't play an instrument (because she didn't have the concentration) she couldn't solve a puzzle (because she didn't have the wit) and she couldn't hold a song (because she would soon forget it). They despaired at her lack of preparation for the real world.

But apart from her looks she did have one defining quality: Her voice was like honey. It would stab you in the heart to hear her talk, her every syllable a perfectly balanced tone, her accent a melody. When she spoke it was like a symphony, and every sound or moan that escaped her lips would make you ache and throb and beg her for more.

For these reasons people gravitated to her. They spoke to her in sugared tones and delighted in hearing her talk back. She was much adored and supported and lived entirely in a bubble of protective adoration.

But her qualities did not go unnoticed. Some pursued her for less wholesome purposes, and some wanted to use her naiveté to educate her in other ways. But she proved, in a word, incorruptible.

And that was why she was chosen to join the Paladin Project.

The Community

The Community lay nestled within a nook at the Edge of the World, surrounded at its sides by the Forest of Perpetual Loveliness. The Forest itself – of endless summer and eternal warmth – was contained within a mountainous ring that encircled it on three sides to mark its boundary. The Community itself had, once upon a time, extended much further, and there was talk of other Communities as well, but neglect and ignorance had eroded the prevalence of the Outer Boundary until now the people had retreated to within the comfort of their inner defences.

However, at this time a calamity had come to the Community. The trees on the outskirts were dying, the creatures of the forest were becoming feral, and the weather was ill-favoured in a way that only sorcery could induce. On everyone's lips lay a name, for the most-part unspoken but understood by all: the Warlock.

The girl who would be the Paladin had heard of the Warlock, but only as one would be told of a fairytale character. Those who worried, worried greatly. Those who didn't, knew that it was a problem for other people. The golden girl was part of the latter group. She wasn't callous, she just didn't understand.

So when they came to her one day she couldn't understand why they wanted her. What could she possibly do to help?

They explained how the Warlock entered men's souls and fixated on their vices, and how he would use this to manipulate them into further sin. They explained that as a pure and unsullied soul her qualities would make it impossible for their enemy to control her, and as long as she had the will to resist whatever vile temptation he would throw at her, she was quite safe.

Just in case – because she would be entering abandoned territory and she would be fighting the Warlock alone – she would receive training in the ways of combat as well as their most holiest of artefacts – the Sword of Justice. The sword had been blessed by twelve generations of priests. Its blade and pommel were silver, with a jewel of penetrating blue set into the hilt. One strike from the sacred sword would be enough to exorcise the Warlock's evil.

She would be dispatched with twelve of the Community's best men, seasoned warriors all. The men themselves could never defeat the Warlock as they were – he would corrupt them absolutely if they tried – but they could deal with his monster servants while the Paladin defeated him with her own hands.

She would be his weakness. She was the last hope for the Community. They wouldn't force her to take on this duty, but they feared there was no other choice left.

In truth, the Paladin was a little overwhelmed when she agreed, but she could see no reason to refuse. When she had time to think about it, she knew that it was the right thing to do. She didn't understand what made her so special, but the thought that everyone was relying on her filled her with a sense of burning duty rather than pride. Being chosen was no special honour; serving the Community was a responsibility that she could not imagine refusing.

She received a month's training, during which time she was hailed far and wide as the defender of elvish society. Children looked up to her. Everyone envied and adored her. But the Masters of the Community were a
little worried that they had put all their eggs in one basket, and by the progress the Paladin was making. For all her beauty and poise, she was clumsy with the sword. She had no head for swordsmanship and they feared they had made the wrong decision.

They chose to believe, however. Every other option had been struck down by the enemy. And anyway, the Paladin would be more a figurehead, a leader, than a warrior. Her party would be the ones doing the actual fighting; all she needed to do was dispatch the Warlock at the end.

And so the party was established. The Paladin met with the group's commanding officers and they decided on a plan of attack; or rather, the officers decided while the Paladin agreed. They would take a path through the Darkened Forest, through the dilapidated gate of the Outer Defences and finally to the Cliffs of Forever in which lay the Warlock's Dungeon.

They assured her that everything would be fine, and she had no cause to doubt them. Feeling safe and secure – and with no understanding of the true dangers – the Paladin set off on her quest to defeat the Warlock.

Survival Instinct

They left the Community to great fanfare and cheering crowds. The Paladin would have been sorry to go, but she knew she would be back in no time at all. She felt a little trepidation for what she had to do, but knew in her heart of hearts that all would be well. The distance wasn't insurmountable and the plan was sound. She also travelled on horseback in the centre of a phalanx of highly-trained guards, who had trained for this mission for a lot longer than she had.

It was a comforting thought, and one that so consumed her single-track mind that she forgot to pay attention to where they were going.

* * *

After half a day's journey into the Darkened Forest – which wasn't so intimidating in the daylight hours – the Paladin and her guards stopped in a clearing for their first rest. While they lay down utensils and fire for cooking, the Paladin slipped away for a call of nature.

It was hard to climb the raised banking in her high heels, but she didn't think to wear appropriate footwear, and didn't know what kind of footwear would be appropriate. She cleared the hill and settled down behind a sturdy tree.

A short while later, after composing herself, she returned to the camp only to find it completely deserted. She approached cautiously at first, but then walked out into the clearing, looking around for any sign of where everyone has disappeared to. She became flustered when she realised she had no idea where they would have gone – she was no tracker and besides, there didn't seem to be any foot or horse-prints anywhere in this area. This struck her as odd, but it took her a moment to make the connection.

She was lost.

The men were waiting for her in a different clearing. She retraced her steps, but came back with nothing. In fact, she kept coming back to the same clearing, over and over again.

She didn't consider that it could be magic, because she had never seen magic before and had no frame of reference. It was just as well that she didn't because, as it transpired, there was no enchantment whatsoever on that mysterious clearing in the Darkened Forest. The Paladin had simply managed to get lost – spectacularly so – by virtue of her lack of survival instinct and concentration.

Starting to panic now, she went to take out her map, only to find that she had left it behind in her horse's saddlebag. She gave out a little wail of anxiety as the situation hit her: She was now lost in the Darkened Forest, alone, with the sun fading fast and no clue where to go.

Things were looking bad from the get-go.

Her continued searches came back fruitless and any attempt to return to where she started would simply take her further into the heart of the forest. In the end, frustrated and defeated, she was forced to spend the night in that terrible forest, night noises keeping her awake for a short span of time before tiredness finally overtook her and she slept like the dead.

Goblin Territory

She awoke with the sun bright in her eyes and high in the sky. It was well past mid-morning, and the Paladin had slept until nearly lunchtime again.

"Where am I?" she mumbled incoherently, rubbing her eyes and beginning her legendarily sluggish wake-up routine. For all her grace and poise, she had always been a heavy sleeper and it usually took her a fair amount of time to get up in the morning. Here, it took her a full thirty seconds to work out where she was, another twenty to remember why and then, noticing the sun shining high in the sky, the smell of onion in the air and the sweet chatter of birdsong all around, she wondered why she had been so concerned about it all the previous night. It wasn't the first time she had gotten lost. True, it was the first time outside the boundaries of the Community, but her companions would be looking for her and she would surely come across them soon enough, right?

For now there were more important things to worry about. She nibbled on a cracker from the small pouch she wore around her waist – which she thankfully hadn't left behind – and thought about how she was going to freshen herself up, out here in the wilderness. She had removed her makeup the night before, but if she was going to re-apply it, she first wanted to bathe her body and clean off all the miles of travel and worry from the previous day.

These were the concerns chief in the mind of the inexperienced girl. She looked around and fancied she could hear a small stream just past an embankment ahead. She had a look and did indeed find a vein of water, but one that was far too feeble for her needs. She decided to trace it back to its source, and was so focused on her task that she failed to notice the dilapidated sign just to the side of her and strolled past without ever knowing what it had said.

The panic of the previous evening was gone. Everything was going right for her today. With a yawn and a pleasantly contented feeling, the Paladin strolled into goblin territory.

* * *

She followed the brook to the place where it widened, and from there followed it further to the place where it became a large inland lake, surrounded on all sides by gentle forest. The Paladin tested the water – it was pleasingly warm. With a surreptitious look to her left and her right, she disrobed, neatly arranging her clothes in a little pile by a broken tree trunk before dipping her toe, and finally submersing herself in the water.

It was glorious to feel the water on her skin. The cares of the previous day had already passed and she felt better about everything. It was as if she was back in her own forest – except, perhaps, that she would never have gone completely naked in any of the pools back home. No one ever did – it just wasn't the done thing.

But here she stretched and luxuriated, and took care of her flowing hair, washing it, cleaning it, and brushing it till it sparkled, golden, in the sun.

She didn't go far out, and as well she didn't; just after an hour had passed – because the Paladin could never spend too long relaxing herself – her gentle repose was disturbed by the sound of a twig snapping from the bank to her right.

She had heard similar sounds throughout the morning – this was a living, breathing forest, after all – but something about this seemed sharper, closer, and she tensed as she looked round to see.

There, standing on the bank, was a goblin.

She had never seen one before, but she'd heard enough through stories to know what she was looking at. It was a small creature, green-skinned, and stripped to the waist. It was clothed in nothing but a tattered loincloth and some crude, tribal charms. As far as she could see, it had no weapons.

It was far enough away not to directly concern her, but she still a little unnerved at its presence. It was clearly staring at her, unmoving, and the Paladin sunk down a little deeper to protect her modesty. She didn't think she had shown anything, and what would it matter if she had? It was just an unthinking animal. She decided to just ignore it, and continued to lather her hair.

She closed her eyes and continued with her ablutions, but stopped when she heard yet another sound, this time from her left. She looked around and saw not one, but this time five goblins, all of them staring at her, and all of them even closer that the first one. This did concern her a little bit, because now they not only outnumbered her, but the new group were only a short walk along the water's edge from where her clothes and armour were waiting for her – not to mention her sword, which she might be forced to use if the creatures came too close.

She rinsed her hair, keeping one eye open for the goblins. There were more in the trees, and they were coming to the water's edge to the left and the right of her. She was starting to feel intimidated – they were too close. She would swim away, but she needed to return for her equipment. She began to slowly move back towards safety.

She noticed something more – not all the goblins were clothed as the first one had been. She didn't see any weapons, but she did notice one other thing:

They were masturbating.

She didn't know what she was looking at, but she had the feeling it was bad. Their nether regions were exposed and they were touching themselves, looking at her – and following her up the bank.

The Paladin wasn't wise or creative, but the one thing she was, was graceful, and there were few who could swim as well as she. She fancied she could swim faster than the goblins could trace her along the edges of the lake, and when she got there first she would be able to draw her sword and force them all to back off. After seeing that subtlety wasn't going to work, she reached out and pulled herself through the lake, the calm waters disturbed by her wake. She swam for the bank, and did indeed seem to make better progress than the goblins, who were following her rather than trying to cut her off.

The banking was raised out of the water. She reached it and pulled herself from the lake, rivulets of water streaming off her, her hair trailing and skin shining with moisture. She clambered up the lip of the bank and over to the broken tree trunk.

Her clothes were gone. She could see they were gone. So was everything – her sword, her knapsack, her armour. She shielded her breasts and sex with her arms, totally exposed. She crouched down, her arm only serving to enhance the swell of her bosom, and looked around.

The goblins were coming. They'd stolen her clothes, leaving her nothing but her skin and the small makeup pack she always carried with her, and now she had no means of scaring them off. She could see eight or nine distinct goblins and didn't think, with her strength, that she could wrestle them to the ground, even despite her size advantage.

With a look of panic on her face, she turned tail and ran through the forest.

Safe Haven

The ground was mercifully soft beneath her feet, and the natural athletic aptitude that was characteristic of her race gave her the means to outpace her pursuers, at least as far as she could see. But she had no idea where she was going, and naked and alone it was some time later before she eventually stopped, gasping for breath, in a part of the forest that looked very different from where she had been.

She sat down, not feeling safe but as convinced as she could be that her pursuers had lost her. For the first time since her ignoble escape, she had time to sit down and think. Throughout the chase, she had cleared each little hill, each grove of trees both hoping to see the lost soldiers who made up her party – but at the same time hoping that she didn't, not wanting to present herself before her fellow elves in her naked, dishevelled state. In the end, she had gotten half her wish; she hadn't seen hide nor hair of her companions, but was certainly much worse off as a result.

The goblins lived in this forest. This was their territory. The realisation filled the Paladin with dread. She was going to have to find a way to hide from those creatures in an unfamiliar place – the disadvantage was hers. What would happen when they caught her? Would they eat her? She didn't want to think.

She moved on. In short order she found herself on a path, and rounded a corner to reveal a building in a clearing of the forest. It was a double-storey construction built of stone. It had no windows, but had a single, wooden door built into the front, and no doubt had a trapdoor on the top for the occupants to look out over the tops of the trees.

The Paladin recognised the architecture. It was excellent news! To find a watchtower in this part of the forest must mean that she had been travelling north, back towards the Community! She felt a wave of relief wash over her. The watchtower belonged to her people – she was safe!

She ran up to the door and knocked. The sound was feeble – it was absorbed by the ancient wood, so she tried again, harder, hurting her wrist a little in the process. This time her knock rang true, andshe waited.

She waited some more. No response. The rangers must have been out.

This wasn't unusual – it was during the day, after all, which was the time that the rangers back home typically made their rounds. She decided that she would wait for their return.

Ten minutes later, and she changed her mind. Her relief at finding safe haven was being overtaken by a worry in her mind. This may have been safety, but not on this side of the wall. In fact, the more she waited around, the more jumpy she became. The crack of a twig here, the crunch of a paw on leaves – these were natural sounds, but she also knew the goblins were out there, and although she didn't know what they would do to her, she also didn't want to find out. She saw a flash of green in her vision that may or may not have been imaginary, and decided to try and find her way into the watchtower.

She pulled upon the door handle. The door was stiff, but unlocked. The inside was pitch black, which was not unexpected given that no one was home. She ignored the smell – rangers were rough folks, and if she had to put up with the smell of stale leaves and whatever else in return for safety, then all the better.

She pulled the door open further. A shaft of light filled a part of the lower room, allowing her to see a little further inside. The floor was stone, but there was a rug by a table in the centre. She couldn't make out what was on the table; bones of some kind, presumably left over from a previous meal. There were leaves scattered along the ground and the place looked to be in a poor state of tidiness. She wondered how the rangers could stand to live with such mess.

She saw a wolf's pelt in the corner that she thought might help cover her nakedness and walked into the watchtower towards it. As she did so, she lost a hold of the door. Before she could stop it, it slammed shut behind her, bathing her in darkness.

She gasped, and the sound echoed, eerily. She could see nothing at all – not even a dim outline of light around the door. She became disorientated, and stumbled, knocking over something here, and then something else there. She went to go back to the door, but came up against a wall. Her sense of direction failed her once again, and she couldn't make out where she was in relation to anything else, not even in this small room. She scattered some leaves with her feet; knocked against a cup that clattered on the ground. She felt rising panic – she didn't know how to get out. She knew there was a staircase going upstairs, but she couldn't find that either. A methodical search might have demonstrated the shape of the room, but the Paladin hadn't the wits to conduct such a thing.

Eventually, after having grappled mindlessly with her disability, her leg brushed against something soft. It was the wolf's pelt, and she sighed in relief. At the very least, she could cover herself up until someone could rescue her from the darkness.

She sat down on the pelt, wrapped it around her, and waited for the rangers to return.

Elven Sex Slave

She dozed a little, worn out from the chase, and was awakened by the sound of scrabbling by the door.

She straightened up, her mind racing. She had thought about what she would say once that rangers returned, and was just getting the story straight in her head when the door was pulled open.

There, in the doorway, she saw a sword. Carrying the sword was a smaller silhouette.

The Paladin narrowed her eyes against the light. Suddenly, they shot open wide as she realised what she was looking at.

The goblins! The goblins were here!

She grasped around wildly for something to use as a weapon. Her fingers closed around a narrow shaft and she held it out in front of her.

"K, keep back!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I... I'll fight you!"

The goblin looked from the girl to the weapon to the bundle in his arms, back to the girl again.

"Me got sword," it said. "That wooden spoon."

The Paladin looked at the implement she held in her hand – it was a wooden spoon. She turned back to the goblin, brandishing it fearfully.

"I can still hit you with it...!" Her voice trembled, and lacked for the conviction she had hoped to convey.

The goblin shrugged dismissively. "Me prefer my chances."

The Paladin was breathing heavily now, her heart thundering in her chest. Her cheeks went warm – she was frightened.

"What do you want?" she whined, trying to control her voice. The goblin was much smaller than her – she was trying to look intimidating. "What are you doing here?"

The goblin looked around to the beds of dried leaves at the elf-girl's feet.

"This our den," it said, simply. "What you doing here?"

Before the elven beauty could answer – assuming the girl had anything to say, which she didn't; she was speechless – a number of goblins barged past the leader, filing into the room as if she wasn't there at all. They started placing items on the table, stretching out on the floor – basically acting as they normally would. The Paladin's head darted back and forth – she was surrounded, she didn't know what to do. She shrank back into the wall.

She had made a terrible, terrible mistake.

"What do you mean, your den?" she wailed. "This is an elven watchtower!"

The goblin looked blankly at the wall and then tapped it. Part of the masonry fell off in a cloud of dust.

"Nope, not elf-tower. Goblin-den. Goblin-den for father, and father's father, and father's father's father. Goblin-den. Crazy elf-girl."

The goblins were now settled now and looking at their visitor intently. She tightened the furs around her naked body.

"I... I'm bigger than you!" she said, trying to intimidate them one final time. "I'm stronger than all of you!"

"Can you see in dark?" asked the goblin.

"N, no..." said the elf-girl, unwisely.

"Good," the goblin said, and closed the door.

She screamed. Blinded, in a room full of hostile goblins, her body went rigid with terror, and she only started moving once she felt their clammy fingers on her skin. She nudged and pushed back, half-heartedly, not wanted to touch them, but her lack of aggression did nothing to dissuade her green-skinned captors. The furs fell off her shoulders and hands grabbed at her body, pulling her down to the ground.

"Eeek!" she shrieked, pinned and unable to rise. She struggled and heaved against her captors, but they held her down hard and she was physically very weak.

The girl who had no imagination had pictures whirling about her head; but no ignominious doom she imagined at the hands of the goblins had prepared her for her true fate.

"What are you going to do to me!?" she cried out, as she writhed against the bodies of naked goblins. She shuddered against the feeling of their warm bodies against her skin.

"Elf-girl stupid," said one goblin, who she could only assume was the one she'd been talking to. "We do same thing we do to all elf-girls: hump, hump and hump again."

The Paladin didn't understand. "And then what?"

"Hump again."

"And what then!?"

"We hump you again. You goblin hump-slave now."

She didn't understand, but her ignorance didn't last much longer. She felt something touch against her bare clitoris, and she screamed.

Her cries rang out from the lone building. The watchtower had been deserted. It had been deserted a long, long time ago.

The goblins started flicking against her clitoris and inquisitively probed her pussy walls with their fingers. The Paladin had never had the impulse to pleasure herself, and so was unprepared when she felt the lightning flash and radiant heat of physical gratification from the goblins' ministrations. She didn't have time to enjoy it – she was in shock. Her hips gyrated, but she was in no position to move beyond that. Goblins kept swarming on top of her, moving back and forth and exchanging places but always pinning her down.

"What are you doing?" she wailed to the oppressive darkness. "Let me... Ohhh!!"

Her cry turned into a moan as goblins latched themselves onto her nipples and caressed them with her tongues. She felt a shock that sprung from her breasts and connected with her clitoris, and juddered with the sensation.

"Oh!" she said again. "Ohh...!"

Her protestations were overtaken by a wave of ecstatic feeling that was starting to build up like a wave. She knew something was coming but didn't know what. By this point she had lost all sense of self and direction, trapped as she was by the sensory deprivation of total darkness. Dazed, frightened and disorientated, she was brought to orgasm by goblin lips and goblin hands and then, without rest or consent, she was educated in the taste of goblin cock.

It hadn't occurred to her during her training or her journey to this place that she might lose to her enemies, much less be robbed of her maidenhood by a gang of monsters. Yet here she was, not one day into her quest, and already she was face-down on the ground being used as a sex toy for goblins. Her instructors had told her that her purity would act as a shield against evil. But all of her purity was now squeezing itself around a goblin's cock.

Lost in a world of darkness, the Paladin lost her virginity to a random goblin and became a sex slave.

* * *

The Paladin lay on a bed of leaves in the corner of the room, tired and confused. She had no idea how long she'd been here or what time it even was. There was no light here, only darkness and the ever-present touch of her goblin suitors.

She had resigned herself to the fact that there were no rangers coming, but had been so frantically consumed by the immediacy of her own situation that she hadn't entertained thoughts of escape. She was just waiting to be rescued.

Unfortunately, there was no one coming for her.

One day – it might have been the next day, it might have been a week later – the door was opened. This had happened before – on at least two occasions the door had been opened at night as some of the tribe had gone out to hunt for food, and on each occasion the Paladin had looked down at her naked golden body in the moonlight, surrounded by green-skinned limbs and sticky with sweat and filth, and been overcome with panic, kicking and screaming, but always being restrained and – to the pleasure of the goblins – re-trained. She was learning more and more that it was best to stay silent and hope they ignored her presence.

On this particular day, the door was opened and it remained open.

The goblin holding the door open gestured to her. "Go on, get out."

She stared up at him, open-mouthed. Her brain couldn't process the words.

"Silly elf-girl get out now," repeated the goblin. "Big wizard tell us to let you go."

Again the Paladin stared. Was this a joke? Was she really being freed from the smell and the continuous, caressing stroke of goblin cock?

"Buh?" said the Paladin, eloquently. And then, "Big wizard?"

"Big wizard in charge," said the goblin. "We do what he say. He give us elf-girls, we do what he say. We get best part of deal."

"I'm here to destroy the Warlock," she said, as if reminding herself of the fact.

"No, me hear that all the time. No one kill big wizard. We just here to soften you up."

"But... I don't understand!"

The goblin shook its head. "You dumber than other elf-girls. You leave. They all leave. They all lose in end."

The elven adventurer – whose beauty had been somewhat diminished of late by constant sexual activity – climbed slowly to her feet. A goblin rolled off her thighs with a cry.

She took a few unsteady steps forward. She hadn't walked in what must be couple of days at least, and it showed. She put a hand to the wall to steady herself as she stepped over goblins and towards her freedom. She stumbled over to the goblin and stood beside him, just at the threshold.

It was... freedom. Just outside the portal lay the forest, the same one she had gotten lost in, the same one that had led her to this point in her life... But could she really just step outside? Things were different now – she was impure. She had been a goblin hump-slave. Could she really still be the Paladin?

She looked up at the sky. It was dusk, soon to be nightfall. The light was gentle, orange, but it still took her some time for her eyes to become accustomed.

"I can't go back now," she said to herself. "Everyone's depending on me. I'm the Paladin!"

The goblin kicked her on the buttocks and she fell forward to her knees with a squeal. She turned just as the creature tossed some clothes at her and dumped her sword at her feet.

"No, you, like, sixth Paladin we gang-banged. You end up just like rest. Now go away."

And with that, he closed the door in her face.

She looked at the closed portal, stunned. What had just happened? Had she been spared? Why? And all that talk of the Warlock...

She didn't understand!

Also...

"Where are the rest of my clothes?" she said, looking at what was left of the neatly folded parcel she had left at the lakeside. They had given her little more than her undergarments, and none of her armour. She had no supplies, either – only her makeup kit, which they had unaccountably given to her also. And why return the sword?

A little voice came from the other side of the door. "We keep rest. We bored of you now. Go now or we give you to wolfbeasts. Last Paladin stay too long, she get dragged away by wolfbeasts, fuck like dog. She go mad and howl at moon, remember?"

It addressed this last part to its fellow goblins, who murmured confirmation and mimicked howling.

The Paladin dressed herself quickly, not wanting to stay here any longer than necessary. She backed off to the edge of the clearing and turned to move away...

"Not that way," came the voice. The Paladin jumped and crossed the clearing, walking off in the other direction.

"Dumb bimbo," said the goblin.

Hungry Like the Wolf

Once she had passed out of sight of the goblin watchtower she heard a faint howling in the distance. She shivered as she thought of what the goblin had said; if there really were wolfbeasts out here, then she knew that them eating her was the very least of her worries.

The Paladin started out at a gentle trot – though unaccustomed after her days of crawling in the darkness – but soon started jogging outright, feeling a sudden desire to cover as much ground as possible. An oppressive air fell over her when she thought of snouts and snarling teeth, and after the next howl she felt a stab of ice in her chest as that oppression turned to fear.

She didn't doubt it anymore: the wolfbeasts were coming.

The sun was going down, and what knowledge she had of the habits of monsters led her to think that they wouldn't come out properly until after the moon had risen. On the other hand, she hadn't known that elves were in danger of being raped by goblins – all of her knowledge had come from nursery rhymes. She remembered the rhyme:

When the wolfbeasts come to play,
Bolt the shutter, lock the door,
Or through the heart with shard of silver,
Wolfbeasts won't come any more.

Was her sword silver? She thought it might be, but didn't want to find herself in a situation where she had to find out in a hurry. It certainly glittered, but she didn't know enough of... well, anything to be able to say with any confidence.

Setting out on this adventure, she had felt sure she would be protected by her phalanx of guardsmen, and they would keep her right on anything she needed to know. How wrong she had been. Now she was alone, in her underwear and running through an unfamiliar forest on the directions of a sex-starved goblin. Actually, not sex-starved at all, thanks to the Paladin.

She felt vaguely sick, and pushed the thought far into the deepest recesses of her memory.

The leaves turned to silver, and colour started to drain. Night was falling – the sun was not yet down, but the cosy haze of dusk was giving way to dull greys. She heard more howling – closer, but not yet upon her. She had no reason to believe they had picked up her trail, but the nightmare scenario kept running through her mind. She had to get out of the forest – find shelter, and hole up until morning.

The forest was bathed in moonlight before she found salvation. By this point she had become convinced that she was being tracked, and at speed, too. Even at her fastest pace, she could make out the blurry shapes of large creatures running to each side of her. Forerunners of the pack, she supposed, hearing their pants. Howls were being answered left, right, and just behind. She was in the grip of blind terror when she stumbled across the Outer Defences.

The Outer Defences encapsulated the world she had grown up in, connecting the World's End mountains to the north with the east in a wide circle and containing all the known world in a protective cocoon. Once this had been the boundary of a grander empire. Now, it was an abandoned ruin, impressive in its architecture but decrepit to the point where it would be unlikely to hold a determined invading army.

Even the Paladin knew what she was looking at, in her frenzied mind sharpened by terror. She wasn't at one of the Great Gates, but at a section of the wall itself, crumbling but still intact. She couldn't climb it, but there was a gap that led to the tunnels inside the wall. She approached hastily and, with a frightened glance behind her and a fervent hope that wolfbeasts didn't like the indoors, she slipped inside.

The Outer Wall

The inside of the wall was dark, but illuminated to a partial extent by silver moonlight. She looked around cautiously. There were the remains of carpeting on the floor and tapestries of the wall. Pictures hung loosely and crooked from rusted nails, the canvases torn or spoiled by the elements. She listened. All was silent inside except for the howl of the wind through holes in the outer masonry and howls of another kind from outside – but muted, distant, and somehow less threatening.

Thankfully, there was no evidence of occupation and – she was careful to check this time – no evidence of it being a monster den. This section of wall at least was deserted.

She stole inside further, her heels clacking on the ground as she did. The volume of the sound frightened her, so she stepped onto the faded crimson rug, the sodden fabric squelching beneath her feet. It was quieter – she tiptoed as best she could, which wasn't much. Her gracefulness in her previous life was matched equally by her inability to keep from being noticed, an unfortunate by-product of which was that she had never learned to be stealthy, and was not suited for it.

She crept along further and came to a staircase. It led up to a sleeping quarter, no doubt situated for guards relieving each other during watch.

It was dark, but a howl nearby encouraged her to ascend. She might find a heavy door to barricade herself behind.

The Blackguard

What she found instead was a mirror.

It was a full-length mirror, beautifully ornamented with brass trimming and glass that was as clear now as it must have been the day it was commissioned. There was not a speck of dust on the surface, which was remarkable considering the cobwebbed grubbiness of the rest of the room. It sat next to a grand four-poster bed with faded red curtains that could be drawn around it.

The mirror had a quality that could be thought of as ominous, if only the Paladin had the wit to see it. But she only saw her own reflection looking back, and paused to admire her posture and straighten her hair.

She noticed a legend above the mirror as she was re-touching her makeup. It was written in an ornate script and was in the language of her people. It read:

"Warning: Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear."

The Paladin didn't understand what this meant. She moved backwards and forwards in front of it, but couldn't see anything wrong with the perspective. She shrugged and continued with her ministrations.

"Hi, _____"

She was startled by a female voice that seemed to come from nowhere, and gasped as she saw the image in the mirror. It had changed – it was no longer her own figure looking back. It was another elf, smiling sardonically as if she enjoyed seeing the Paladin's discombobulation.

"How do you know my name?" spluttered the Paladin, stepping back and looking at the interloper, wide-eyed. She whirled round, but there was no one behind her. The elf-girl in front of her was inside the mirror, and from her surroundings she appeared to be in the same room.

But then, where was the Paladin...?

"You never were very smart," the stranger said, the words cutting through the Paladin. She bridled – it was the one thing she had always secretly been embarrassed about, the fear that she was not always as intellectually adept as her peers – but to hear it from this person...

And who was this person? The Paladin ran a critical eye over her form. She was certainly not dressed like any elf-girl she had ever met. Where elven fashion favoured the gentle, this girl's clothing was severe. She was dressed in a crimson bustier that stretched from her neck to the vee of her sex, exposing and accentuating her breasts in a way that the Paladin found quite indecent. This garment was tight and contour-hugging, and surrounded all over by belts and braces. A metal ringlet hung from a collar around her neck, looking as if it were supposed to be attached to a chain. There was something of a love of bondage about this elf-girl. Her arms were clad in detached leather sleeves and she wore a spiked shoulder-pad with a fearful emblem of a skull on her right side. Her legs were covered by stockings that stretched down to her feet. Her boots were high-heeled, studded and black.

Her hair was cut in a bob that reached to her shoulders, and had been dyed black with red highlights. Her lips were also the colour of blood. And the mascara she wore on her face! It was deeper than the Paladin had ever seen, and ringed her eyes heavily giving her a spoiled appearance.

The eyes shone brilliantly from their black surroundings. They glittered with excitement or madness in a way that made the Paladin feel uncomfortable.

And about her eyes. They were familiar somehow, but where...?

"I'm your reflection," said the mirror girl, smiling and holding her hands wide. "See? It's a mirror."

The Paladin frowned and drew back. She was thinking what a preposterous thing this was to say, when it suddenly hit her: those were her eyes, her ears, her mouth...

It was her face...!

She looked down.

It was her body...!

"And there we go," said the alter-Paladin, shifting her hips. "I think it's time we had a little chat."

The Paladin stared at her open-mouthed.

"No!" she began.

"I am," replied the mirror image.

"No! You're not my reflection!" the flesh-and-blood girl insisted. She looked down at herself. "I'm not wearing those clothes!

The other Paladin ran a hand over her body. "No," she said. "Not yet, anyway. But I am you, you know. That's what this mirror is – it shows you your real self. And you know, _____, your real self is a lot dirtier than you let yourself think!"

"Shut up!" said the Paladin. She disliked this girl using her real name. "Who are you? How are you doing this?"

"You're the Paladin. You strut around being so pure and righteous, but that's because you don't know! You haven't been able to feel what it's like to be a real woman. I want to show you what your body's for, how to use it properly..."

She reached out behind her back and unclasped her bustier. She peeled it from her body. Despite her revulsion, the Paladin could only look on in shock and morbid interest as her own body was exposed in such a way...

Except it wasn't her body. Not exactly. The form and shape were exactly the same, but she noticed something else that hadn't been there before.

The girl straightened up and flicked her nipples. There were two rings attached to them and they flickered under the force. The Paladin just continued to stare, flabbergasted.

"Sexual liberation!" continued the fallen Paladin, running her hands over her own body. "I can feel it inside you – the awakening of something wonderful! Out of everything I've experienced in my life, that outpouring of sexual warmth was the most exciting, most empowering thing I've ever felt!"

"What are you talking about?"

"The goblins, dearest. Their touch, their caress, accepting their filthy green cocks into my..."

"Shut up!" demanded the Paladin, rubbing her temples, trying to shut out her voice. "Just shut up, whoever you are!"

"I'm you."

"No!"

"I'm you in the future. I'm what you're going to become!"

"No! Not like you! Not like... that!"

"Don't resist. I know you're scared, but you'll enjoy it. Oh my demon gods, will you enjoy it!"

"I don't think you're my future self!" cried the Paladin. "I think you're an evil version! You're a Blackguard! This is an evil mirror! You're evil!"

The Blackguard ran her tongue over her top lip indecently. "Hmm... maybe. But just ask yourself – Didn't your body enjoy being fucked by those goblins?

The Paladin was so gobsmacked by the Blackguard's words that she couldn't even speak, just held her mouth open, spluttering.

The fallen girl giggled. "Oh, you did – I know you did! I was there. It felt good – The feeling of being possessed, of being nothing but a lowly monster's plaything? Yes, I know exactly what you are. Think about it. Think about all those goblins running their filthy, greasy hands over your naked skin..."

"Stop it!"

"...Their tongues..."

"Stop it!"

"...Spraying you with their..."

"STOP IT!"

The Paladin stamped her foot on the ground, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. The Blackguard cocked an eyebrow, but continued to smile indulgently.

"I'm going to stay with you through this whole journey. I'll be with you all the way, telling you the things that you don't want to admit to yourself..."

"Yes, well, I think you're a very rude woman," said the Paladin, drawing herself to her full height. "And goodbye!"

With that, she swung her sword so that the hilt smashed the mirror into a dozen pieces. The sound filled the room horribly, but not as much as the awful, mocking laughter, which only faded a few seconds after the last pieces of the mirror fell to the floor. When silence had finally fallen, the Paladin breathed out and became less tense, her cheeks flushed with anger, but the deed itself done. The Paladin wasn't quick to anger, wasn't used to being mocked in such a way, but the Blackguard's conversation had unnerved her to such an extent that she had felt that this was the best way to end it once and for all.

However...

"Owie!" she cried, dropping her sword. It clattered to the floor among the pieces of the mirror. She held out her hands – they were cut and bleeding freely.

"Don't hold the sword by the blade," she chided herself, consigning the lesson to memory lest the situation come up again. She took a few steps backward, unsteadily...

...and then fainted onto the bed.

And She Dreamed...

The dream was frightening, and disturbing. In it, she saw herself – or rather, the Blackguard, who was herself only different.

The Blackguard was on all fours, her uncovered breasts swaying as she was fucked from behind by a goblin. She was kneeling in a bed of dead leaves and the Paladin knew she was looking at herself as a sex slave in the old watchtower.

The Blackguard was clearly enjoying herself, though. She pumped back against the goblin's energetic thrusts with bestial lust; she used all of her energy to try and satisfy her sexual cravings, and grunted like a pig. Her eyes were wide and staring, glittering and mad, and emphasised by the blackness of the mascara bordering her eye. But the activity was too energetic, and the sweat sheathing her body had mingled with the black paint, causing it to run down her face in a way that made her look crazed, mad.

"Fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch!

She cried out and laughed and screamed; she couldn't have been enjoying herself more. She looked like there was nothing else she enjoyed, nothing else she lived for, other than this feeling.

"I want your cum! I want your hot, sticky goblin cum inside my pussy!"

And it was in the Paladin's voice that she screamed, because the Paladin was, in truth, looking at herself. She hadn't laughed and screamed and enjoyed herself like that in reality, she knew that...

And yet, the memory wasn't so clear. She could remember this happening. She could remember enjoying herself immensely... more than anything she had ever experienced in her life. She could even remember the feel of leather on her skin, her nipple piercings swaying with each thrust...

The Blackguard was rutting. With a cry the goblin finished inside her and pulled out sloppily, spraying her behind with the leftovers of his conquest. The red-haired girl gave a guttural growl and scrabbled through the muck to another green-skinned partner – and, without ceremony, she began the hideous charade again.

"Yes! Give it to me! Fuck me like a dog!"

Filth spilled from between her pouting lips, and when she wrapped them around a goblin member it was filth that spilled inside. She sucked down on it as if it were ambrosia.

And it looked like it tasted good. The Paladin was also in the room, seeing this despicable spectacle despite the darkness, and licked her lips hungrily. She was unclothed, but felt overdressed; the Blackguard's mode of attire seemed somehow more indecent in its totality than the Paladin's own naked form.

Goblins crowded the Blackguard's shining body, pressing themselves against her flesh. Filth dribbled from between the slutty girl's ruby lips. The Paladin's mind was consumed by this distasteful scene, and she felt both revulsion... and the kindling of an odd kind of excitement...

"Abuse me! Degrade me! I'll give you everything I am, just rub my body in your filth!!"

The goblins spoke as they fucked her.

"They say she great beauty back home."

"This one? If this best they can do, we make all elf-girls sluts in no time."

"Elf-slut."

"Whore."

"Dirty, dirty..."

"Dirty..."

The Blackguard looked straight at the Paladin without adjusting her pace. As the goblins worked on her, she just started at the golden-haired girl, licking her lips and panting.

She brought a hand up and beckoned.

The Paladin felt a sudden, overpowering urge to approach. It was a tempting offer, and she knew that when she did, she would merge into the Blackguard and become the base, lust-filled creature she knew in her heart that she was...

But the Paladin didn't approach. She didn't really know why; she could think of no reason not to. Something inside her just caused her to hesitate.

The goblins didn't see her. They were too busy humping the red-clad elf-slut. It looked good. It looked fun.

The Paladin leaned back against the table and masturbated.

"Join me," gasped the Blackguard. But the Paladin wouldn't move any closer.

Not yet...

Safe in Bed

The Paladin awoke – not with a gasp, as is customary in these situations, but in her normal manner, slowly and dazed. She felt like she had been having an enjoyable dream, and had a half-formed idea about dying her hair. She wasn't sure why, though.

She scratched herself and yawned. She didn't realise, but she had been touching herself here on the bed.

She felt a sudden throb and looked at her hands. There was a vertical cut along each of her palms, but the wound had sealed itself and stopped bleeding. She gasped and fretted a little, but on analysis the wounds were superficial and only stung a little bit.

She went to rise, but stopped dead as a howl rang out through the empty defences. It was loud, and it was close.

It was coming from down the stairs.

The wolfbeasts were inside! She was trapped in this bed... and there were wolfbeasts outside the room!

She leaned out of the bed and grappled for her sword, clasping it by the hilt this time, and pulled it towards her. After a moment's indecision, in which she determined that no, she couldn't fight them under normal circumstances, she lay back in the bed and drew the curtains, ready to defend herself from intrusion if need be.

She lay deathly still. Her heart beat frantically in her chest. Her breathing was rapid, but quiet. She strained to hear any sound that might indicate what was going on outside the confines of the four-poster bed.

A scrape of claw on stone. That was the first hint. Then the silhouette appeared, behind the crimson curtain. It had the head of a wolf, but stood upright like a man. And she could see its breath, its hideous panting breath, coming out of its snout in clouds that showed clearly through the curtain.

The wolfbeast sniffed. The Paladin stopped breathing.

It sniffed again.

Its head turned to the bed.

The Paladin whined and sat up, just as the wolfbeast turned towards her. She fumbled with her sword, trying to get it ready to defend what was left of her tattered virtue...

The hilt of the sword hit against a bedknob, and the Paladin screamed as she fell through the floor.

She continued to scream all the way down the tunnel. She couldn't quite understand what had happened – one second she had been ready to defend herself from brutal ravishment, and the next the curtains and bed had disappeared to be replaced by a stone slide that she was slaloming down at terrific speed, perched atop an ancient mattress. The passageway eventually opened up, and she freefell for some twenty feet before landing with an audible thump atop the same mattress on the ground many storeys underground.

She looked up. The stone passageway slammed shut far, far above her. There was no way she could get back up. She had no idea where she was.

The Drink

In time, she got to her feet and started to explore. There were torches burning slowly on the walls. How long they had been burning for, she couldn't say. She was just grateful for the light.

Grasping her sword carefully, she continued down the corridor. The ceilings and walls were stone with no distinguishing features. She turned into a corridor, then another; and, because she had no frame of reference, she very quickly became lost, and spent the rest of the day trying to find her way out of the labyrinth.

When the scenery eventually changed, the Paladin was starving and her throat was dry. She needed some refreshment. She hadn't eaten anything since being fed goblin leftovers in the old watchtower and she was starting to worry that she might meet her end here in this never-ending dungeon. So it was with some relief that she came across the bar.

It looked like it had been a bar, back in the olden days when the Defences were still manned. She walked to the bar itself and saw wooden casks that had once held beer, hewn open in ages past by someone or something desperate to gorge themselves on the contents. The Paladin was a little dismayed to see the casks empty, but not too much – she disliked the smell of beer intensely and had little doubt that she would also dislike the taste. The girl who became the Paladin was used to drinking nothing but the very finest wine, as befit an elven maiden of impeccable taste. At a pinch, she would be content to drink mineral water – so long as it came bottled from a reputable spring – but she fancied she wouldn't find any of her chosen vintages in a desolate place like this.

It was with some surprise, then, that the high-heeled adventuress happened to find a small store of wine hidden underneath the back of the bar, and she pulled free a bottle, inspecting the label. The script was old, but she recognised the vineyard – it was the same one that had stood for hundreds of years, but the bottle she now held in her hands was clearly older than even the most vintage of wines still in existence in the Community today. The vintage was older even than her great-grandmother, and for an elf that was saying something.

She thought it unfortunate that she would be unable to drink so fine a wine from a glass, but given the circumstances she felt it wouldn't be too unrefined to drink straight from the bottle. It was, after all, a matter of life and death.

The first thing that struck her as she took a mouthful of wine was how amazingly strong it was. It was definitely wine, she could taste that, but it was more intense than anything she had ever tasted and it took some effort to keep it down once she swallowed. She coughed roughly, but kept on drinking, her thirst demanding to be quenched.

What the Paladin didn't realise was that she had never in her life tasted alcohol. The wine she was used to drinking was non-alcoholic, as was all wine in the Community. Modern elves were unable to handle alcohol and had stopped distilling it many centuries before. The wine she was used to was little more than fruit juice.

The Paladin was young and slender in stature and hadn't eaten for a while. As a result, she had swallowed only a few mouthfuls before she was drunk out of her mind.

Her cheeks flushed and her eyelids fluttered unsteadily. She attempted to rise, only to find that her legs were just as unsteady, and sank back to the ground. She tried again, using the bar to support herself, and managed to walk to other end of the counter, all of a sudden finding it very difficult to walk in high heels.

She couldn't understand it – her poise had always been perfect. What was she so unsteady on her feet now?

The room spun around her. She felt lightheaded. The wine bottle slipped from her grasp and clunked against the floor, spilling its contents onto the flagstones below.

The drunken girl looked down with regret. It was very good wine. It was very compelling wine, and she wasn't quite finished with it yet.

With some difficulty, the Paladin lowered herself onto her knees, bent over the bottle and licked the wine from the flagstones.

As she debased herself like a dog – in a way that would have made the Blackguard shiver with erotic pleasure – the Paladin sucked up more of the powerful brew and, with the smallest of whines that escaped her lips unbidden, she toppled sideways and collapsed onto the floor, unable to rise.

Her last impression before losing consciousness was of being picked up and carried, and the sound of a girlish giggle, and then nothing.

Like a Beast

She was running, running through the forest. She felt them hot on her heels – they were tracking her, in a pack, and she wasn't getting away fast enough. Her legs pumped furiously but to no avail – each step she took brought with it the feel of hot breath on the back of her neck.

The Paladin turned and put her back against a tree, cornered. She stood there, gasping, sweating. There was nowhere else to run and nowhere to hide. It would have to end with this.

The wolfbeast stopped just short of her, wary for tricks. The elf-bitch had given him a merry chase. He wanted to make sure he was safe before he mated with her. He looked at her luscious body and growled.

The Paladin's face broke into a leer and she beckoned the beast closer. The wolfbeast seemed unsure for a moment, but when the Paladin opened her arms and spread her legs he knew there was no trap here.

It wasn't the Paladin, but it didn't matter. For a moment the elven beauty felt the intensity of the bestial penetration, the roughness and power of it, and then it was the Blackguard, as it had been all along, being barrelled over by its monstrous form.

She wasn't impaling herself like she had been with the goblins – how could she? She was pinned beneath the beast's awesome bulk, legs akimbo and in the air as it grinded into her with furious thrusts. There was no tenderness, no love – just furious animal fucking.

She screamed with noises no civilised elf was meant to make. It was almost like it was taking revenge, working out its frustrations on her for daring to lead him on a chase.

The Blackguard had no smart words, no dirty talk to make. This was sexual congress on a level that denied speech, denied description. The Paladin felt her heart pound in her chest as she watched her alter ego in the throes of ecstasy.

She was being ravaged. The Paladin had never been ravaged. She wondered what it was like.

The Blackguard indicated with her hand. She wanted the Paladin to join with her again. This time there was no hesitation – the Paladin moved swiftly towards her other self. But this time her legs were wobbly, and she couldn't quite walk straight, and wow that wine tasted funny...

The Wedding

She was unable to move. The manacles that chained her upright onto the wall made sure of that.

The room swam. She couldn't keep it straight in her vision. She blinked, trying to clear away the cloud that smothered her mind, with limited success. She wasn't yet fully awake, and why was her mind so disordered?

A tingling sensation caused her to look down. She was stripped naked, but was not alone. Through bleary eyes she could see the figures of two girls crouched down before her, running their hands over her body.

She blinked away the remains of sleep and her eyes goggled. This wasn't a dream – there were two elf-girls crouching before her, rubbing some kind of oil onto her naked skin as if anointing her for some ceremony. Where it touched her skin, it left a warm, tingling sensation – but this was nothing compared to the feeling it left as it was smeared over her sensitive parts.

"Whah ouw whoah?" She tried to speak, but with the gag in her mouth it was impossible. Whenever she tried, her tongue would caress the damp rag and she would taste the powerful flavour of vintage wine soaked thought it. This was not unpleasant – in fact, it tasted good to her, and she found herself sucking it in with each stroke of her clitoris, inhaling the alcohol and clouding her mind further. She struggled against her bonds, but to no avail.

The two females ministering to her, slathering the oil onto her naked skin and rubbing it into every nook and cranny, were clearly enjoying themselves greatly. They giggled to each other frequently and shared short, deep kisses over her glistening body. One of them, a redhead with shoulder-length curls, was touching herself roughly with one hand and rubbing the Paladin with the other. Every thirty seconds or so she would switch hands, gasping and laughing with alternate breaths. The brunette in the bondage gear next to her was not touching herself, but seemed more interested in watching her friend as she playfully threw globs of lubricant into her hair. They seemed a few moments away from an all-out snowball fight.

The Paladin moaned urgently, trying to catch the girls' attention. For the first time they took notice of their captive, and the redhead looked up at her, freckled cheeks blushing with excitement. She radiated an aura of innocence, but her mode of dress – naked, except for a red dog-collar – and her behaviour suggested that she was anything but.

"Hi," she said, gyrating her hips against her masturbating hand. She took a dollop of lotion from the bucket and shoved it into her mouth, sucking it up and chewing without taking her eyes of her prisoner. The goo dribbled sloppily over her cherry lips, but she didn't seem to care. "I guess you're the latest one, huh?"

The Paladin stared at her in wide-eyed horror. She was unable to respond.

"I think you'd better let her speak," said the brunette, coolly. The redhead looked at her for a second before jumping up and removing the gag from the blond-haired girl's mouth.

"Help me," said the Paladin. "You have to help me. We have to get out of here!"

The redhead chewed her lip, the corners of her mouth turning up into a grin while the brunette smiled indulgently.

"What's your name?"

"I'm the Paladin!"

"What a coincidence," giggled the redhead. "So am I!"

The Paladin looked at the two women more closely now. They were elves, like her, but they held themselves in a completely different way. Neither of them seemed embarrassed by their lack of dress – both were displaying themselves proudly. While the girl in the bondage gear – who was dressed in little more than a series of straps and chains – seemed content to watch, cross-armed from a distance, the redhead was always moving, whether pleasuring herself or rubbing up against the Paladin's body. She did not look like a Paladin.

But the golden girl remembered what the goblin had said – there had been other Paladins in the past, and there was a suggestion that they had each come to a sticky end. She hadn't heard anything about this during her training, and certainly not beforehand when she was just a normal citizen of the Community.

Could these girls be the lost Paladins? Each wore heavy mascara around their eyes. They looked slattern, wanton. They did not look like Paladins.

But then the Paladin realised what she was looking at. Maybe they had been like her, but not now. They weren't Paladins at all, they were...

"Blackguards!" she gasped, recognising the same quality in these two that she had seen in her own distorted reflection. They were Blackguards, but they were real, flesh-and-blood, corrupted Paladins.

And then she realised why no one had managed to stop the Warlock, why it had fallen to her of all people to complete this mission – she had never been the first choice, she was just the latest in a long line of failed Paladins!

"Blackguards?" said the redhead, smiling. "No, we're Paladins – just like you. Well, maybe not quite... but don't worry..." She caressed the Paladin's clitoris causing her to stiffen, the touch bringing pleasure. "You'll be joining us in just a little bit."

"No!" said the Paladin, distressed by the behaviour of her fellow crusaders. "You've got to wake up! Let me go, and together we'll stop the Warlock and release you from whatever horrible spell he's using to control you!"

"Controlling?" The redheaded Blackguard broke into fits of hysterics, as if it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. She doubled over for a few seconds before she gained control and was able to respond. "We're not being controlled! We've just seen the truth, shown to us through the kindness of Master Warlock!"

"T... Truth?" said the Paladin, overwhelmed. The revelation of the fallen Paladins was bad enough, but in her still-drunken state the Paladin was having real trouble thinking. She still couldn't be sure this wasn't some kind of horrible nightmare.

"I'm just a piece of dirt!" the redhead giggled, joyfully. "I'm just another worthless elf-slut – like you!!"

"What?"

The girl was clearly amused at the golden girl's shock. The way her chest rose and fell, her laboured breathing and the sweat glistening on her alabaster skin suggested that she was becoming sexually excited by the Paladin's innocence. She shifted position as she squatted, rubbing herself gently but firmly.

"They didn't tell you about us, did they? I thought not! They didn't tell me, either. I thought I was special. I thought I was the only one!

"Did you see the mirror?" The redhead clapped her hands together and squealed excitedly. "It's wonderful, isn't it? I saw myself, as I am now – and it all came true! I went from being this prissy, uptight Paladin to the sexually liberated, hot-bodied elf-slut you see in front of you now!!"

She flaunted her body to the Paladin. The golden-haired beauty was unable to look away.

The bondage girl raised an eyebrow at her companion. "You broke too easily."

The redhead shrugged dismissively. "It was the pleasure. I just couldn't take it! When you're being fucked by a wolfbeast and start enjoying it, you start to realise there's more to life than what they teach you in Paladin training! I mean, how can something that feels so good be wrong? Like, come on!!"

The Paladin was too shocked to say anything. Her own dream of being ravaged by wolfbeasts came back to her, sitting uncomfortably at the front of her mind.

The bondage girl said to the Paladin, "You may think my friend here talks a little too much, but she's absolutely right. She was a Paladin, just like you, but those old men in the Community just keep mistaking naiveté for innocence. So when my friend was sent out here to fight Master Warlock, he brought out her natural sluttiness and gave her everything she could ever dream of. Now she has her own kennel, and gets treated like the dog she is."

The redhead was touching herself roughly now. "They gave me a weapon called the Sword of Harmony... uhh! ...and they wanted me to kill the Master. But the Master is incredible – I was with him for only one minute and then... ahh! ... I was on my knees... shoving my own sword hilt... up my pussy...!!"

She said this last piece with a cry, and her body started shaking as she came to orgasm, her mouth opening wide, her eyes rolling back. When the convulsions ended her face was sheathed in sweat.

"I came so hard," she said. "I found out what it meant to be a woman."

She looked over to the brunette and then leaned in for a deep kiss. When they separated she stared lovingly in the other girl's eyes. "Master Warlock saw that we'd have plenty of company to help realise his ultimate plan. When all us elf-sluts have learned our proper place, we'll be able to fulfil our true destiny: To be raped over and over again by monsters!"

She declared this as if it were the most profound, most magnificent plan in history.

The Paladin was appalled.

"You must be..." she began to whisper, but was interrupted by the bondage girl.

"We're not being controlled! We've come to this realisation on our own – and so will you. All elf-girls are filthy animals driven by lust, and once Master Warlock unleashes his monster armies on the Community all of us will crawl through the mud, sexually debasing ourselves for our bestial conquerors!"

"We're going to rape you," said the redhead, shivering with excitement boiling over. "I wonder what expression you'll make when you realise the truth?"

The Paladin looked like she was going to protest, but the Blackguard in bondage gear laid a hand on the redhead's shoulder.

"Prepare her," she commanded and the redhead giggled.

The Paladin squealed into her gag as the bucket was poured over her head, the remainder of the sticky goo soaking into her hair and flowing off her shoulders and down the hills and valleys of her nude body. It was thick and creamy, and made its way slowly over her skin, coating her in a gown that flowed off her extremities in torrents and formed a pool around her feet. It hung down from her nose and chin, dripping onto her chest, where it flowed down the valley between her breasts like a river whose dam had broken. It coated her arms and flowed down over the ends of her fingers, ten tiny waterfalls of lotion dropping onto the ground. It was inside her legs, gushing down from her smooth pubic region and dripping down between her toes.

There was no part of her that wasn't covered. She looked like she was wearing a long, flowing gown of slime.

"Eww..." she thought, not enjoying the feeling of goo oozing down her skin.

Someone who was enjoying this very much was the redhead, who put her outstretched tongue underneath one of the glooping steams falling from the elf-captive's tits and filled her mouth up with slime, smiling as she did. She brought her mouth up to the Paladin's nipple and sucked the slime off of it, the gooey mixture overflowing out the corners of her mouth.

Her cheeks were bulging as she stood up. The girl put her hands to either side of the Paladin's head, the gooey coating squelching as she did, and held it in place as she moved in for a kiss. The Paladin moaned and struggled, but as soon as their lips met the girl spat her mouthful into the Paladin's own and kissed her, deeply, passionately, both ladies eating their way through the meal they were sharing. As they did so, the Paladin stared out, wide-eyed at the girl in front of her, horrified at the turn of events but enjoying the taste in spite of herself. It felt decadent, but it was sweet, like sugar. They were anointing her with something edible.

The girl was kissing her passionately. She looked so innocent and had been selected to be a Paladin, like her. How quickly had she degenerated into this?

Her eyes darted over the Blackguard's shoulder to the other girl approaching from behind. She smiled wantonly as she grabbed her companion's collar and – not ungently – pulled her back. The other girl broke off the kiss, with trails of sugary slime still connecting their lips as she drew away.

"Eat her," commanded the bondage girl with a leer.

The redhead gave an excited giggle as she quickly dropped to her knees and, without ceremony, buried her face in the Paladin's pussy.

The Paladin cried out and bucked her hips under the girl's expert tongue. The redhead was good – she was obviously called upon to do this a lot. She wrapped her legs around the Blackguard's face despite herself, the eroticism of the situation turning her on and rendering her unable to resist.

But the bondage girl wasn't going to let her lose herself in pleasure just yet. She laid a hand over the Paladin's mouth and casually smeared the goo off of her lips and across her cheek. She did the same with her eyes and then sucked her own fingers clean.

The Paladin felt like saying something, but she didn't know what. She just stared at the deviant woman in front of her and moaned softly as she was pleasured.

"We have to make you look nice for your wedding," she cooed.

"Wedding? I'm not having a wedding!"

Both girls looked at each other and giggled. That was all the response she got.

She wailed as the redhead reapplied herself with renewed intensity. She was looking to finish the Paladin off, that much was clear, and to the golden-haired girl's shame she was succeeding admirably. The cosy warm feeling given to her by the wine was helping to restrain her inhibitions and she felt helpless to resist.

With a frantic bucking of her hips and an electric shock that erupted behind her eyes, the Paladin came, violently. She had only ever been made to feel this way by goblin cock – in many ways, this felt even better, though not as filling. She screamed forcefully into the gag in a voice that unambiguously declared that she was enjoying the sensation.

Her humiliation complete, the redhead withdrew her mouth from the Paladin's pussy and moved away as the brunette bondage girl brought forth a white veil that she placed over the Paladin's head. Before she did, she replaced the gag, soaking it in a silver bale that the Paladin noted was full of wine before she did. She choked slightly on the taste, but her mouth was soon sucking it up, savouring the taste as if it were a delicious fruit. The veil was brought down so that she could only see through a mist of white.

Dressed in a gown of gelatinous sugar, a veil over her head and panting with sexual excitement, the Paladin was ready to get married.

"Doesn't she look nice?" cooed the redhead. "And I especially like our bridesmaid's dresses!" She posed as one would when modelling a dress – the only difference being that she was completely naked except for the collar.

The golden bride's head was swimming with the wine. She couldn't think. She could only observe that this was not the audience she would have wanted for her wedding day.

But this wasn't her wedding day. This was just a mockery, a prelude to her getting raped. But to who...?

Or what...?

"Do you think she knows?" said the redhead.

"They'll have told her, though it might not have sunk in," replied her companion. "Paladin Ordinance One."

The Paladin's mind heard the phrase and automatically retrieved something from her memory. Something from her training. Something she was told about the duties of the Paladin. What was it...?

There was the noise of scuffling outside the door and the Blackguards turned as a creature entered. It was hideous, and dragged its bulk along on the backs of eight hairy, narrow legs.

It was a giant spider, squeezing its way into the small room. The Paladin strained against her bonds. They were under attack!

But the Blackguards didn't seem in the least bit concerned. In fact, they smiled when it entered.

"Hey!" said the redhead. "The groom's here!"

The Paladin squealed into her gag. She kicked and she used her arms to try and pull the chains binding her from the wall. Her entire body strained and heaved, but it was no use. She was held tight. She would have no choice but to face her fate.

These girls, these elves like her, were going to pair her up... with a spider!!

And then she recalled.

Paladin Ordinance One:

Paladins could perform weddings.

An icy shard of horror struck the Paladin's heart as she realised that, as perverse and twisted as this mockery of a ceremony was, by right and by law any Paladin could technically marry her to any other creature, and it would be genuine in the eyes of nature and the Gods! It was a solemn vow that was being forced upon her – she didn't actually need to give her consent!

In other words, this was official! She was getting married to a beast...!

The redhead seemed to realise that she had finally cottoned on, and giggled foolishly at the delightful perversion of it all. The bondage girl grinned mischievously.

"Dearly beloved..." she began, starting the ceremony even as the Paladin struggled against her bonds, desperate to be freed from a lifetime as a monster's bride.

"We are here in the sight of the spirits, and of Gods good and evil alike..."

"Noooo!!" the Paladin screamed, her cries muffled by the gag. The spider shifted a little, but didn't approach. It seemed eager to mate but was being held back by some force.

The golden girl didn't give up trying to free herself. She begged for mercy, but this only served to excite her captors further. The redhead whispered in her ear that she would continue to be her mistress, and she could sin with her as often as her body craved it. The thought of adultery seemed even more pleasurable in the fallen girl's eyes, but the Paladin could only hear these words as a sentence proclaiming her doom. When the final proclamation was made by the bondage girl, she felt cold, hopeless.

"By the power held by me as a Paladin and bound by the holy laws of our ancestors, I now declare this woman and this beast legally married in the eyes of the Gods."

The brunette turned to the spider.

"You may now rape your bride."

The Paladin moaned in despair. It was done. It was official. She was a wife.

And now it was time to consummate the marriage.

The spider didn't waste any time. It leapt forward, grasping hold of the wall with its hairy talons and pressed its mouth upon the Paladin's body, savouring the icing that smothered her. An erect penis stretched from inside its body, but was unlike any goblin or wolfbeast's she had seen. It was black and lumpy and just plain inhuman.

The groom rubbed its member against her golden-thatched pussy, desperate for a purchase. She continued to scream but to no avail. Another two experimental thrusts, and the spider had found its way inside its mate, sliding its sexual organ inside her body and dirtying her even further than she was before. It licked the goo off the Paladin's naked skin, enjoying it very much. It sucked every inch of the golden bride's body, gorging itself on her dress, while constantly fucking her with its cock.

The Paladin's screams and appeals for mercy were ignored. The Blackguards simply watched in fascination as a member of their own race was given, bodily, to the tender mercies of a giant spider. They seemed entranced by the whole thing. The deviancy was a source of morbid interest and they took great delight in her abject humiliation.

The spider devoted itself fully to its task, inconsiderate to anything but its own gratification. It kept increasing the speed of its thrusts, and when she started feeling its love juices spilling out with every single push she knew that it was about to seal their marriage once and for all.

She gave one more dismayed cry as it came inside her, soaking her inside with its filth. It sprayed copious amounts, more than she was able to accommodate, and it spilled messily to the floor.

Its satisfaction achieved, the husband climbed off its wife and left through the door it entered, unfeelingly, inhumanly.

Gasping and exhausted and humiliated by her ordeal, the Paladin hung limply from her shackles. There was silence for a moment in which the Paladin tried to reflect on what had just happened, but she simply couldn't think straight. Everything had progressed as one horrible blur.

"What'll we make her marry next?" gushed the redhead excitedly.

* * *

The procession of weddings continued for days and the Paladin learned to live as a sexual plaything. She was paired with a different creature every day, or even groups – she was a polygamist, she had fallen far. Each day brought a new lesson in her rough education in the lovemaking habits of different monster species.

But the Paladin would be lying if she said she didn't find it pleasurable. As horrific the situation, her jailers kept her drugged and always devoted their attentions to guaranteeing her bodily pleasure. This was her sexual education. This was her temptation. And the Paladin could do nothing to resist.

By night, she was pleasured by the Blackguards, and even pleasured them in turn. By the third night, the redhead's strap-on dildo was being turned upon its master, and the Paladin thrust into her, taking out her frustrations in a way that only heightened the other girl's passion. At times like this, it was usually all three of them involved, though the bondage girl preferred to watch the other girls' reactions rather than accept direct pleasure herself.

Another feature of her nights was the return of the Blackguard – her Blackguard. Every night she would come, and would take the Paladin's place in her dreams as the recipient of her husbands' congress. But she would change things. She would say, "I would have done it this way... See...? See...?" And despite herself, the Paladin would learn. She was being trained against her will.

She didn't have time to think. She lived these days by instinct, and her sexual instincts were brought to the fore. She drank wine and gorged on sugary goo and sexual gratification.

This might have continued forever, and been the end of the Paladin's quest. She might have stayed a willing sex slave for the rest of her days. But then it all changed one morning.

She woke up to find herself entwined in the redhead's limbs, the two having fallen asleep after a rigorous lovemaking session the previous night. The innocent-looking Blackguard's face hovered over the Paladin's and smiled a joyful smile.

"Hi," said the redhead warmly, leaning down and kissing the Paladin on the lips. The golden-haired girl returned the kiss without hesitation. They were lovers. There was no need to resist.

"Hi," said the Paladin, groggily. She was naked against the stone floor, but was quite warm in her partner's arms. She looked blearily over the other girl's shoulder and saw the brunette standing to the side, looking at her. She had the Paladin's sword grasped loosely in her hands. The Paladin had thought she had lost it.

Her attention was rapidly diverted as the redhead started caressing her clitoris. She moaned languidly, gratefully accepting her fingers.

"I'm sorry," said her lover. "We have to let you go now."

"Wha'?" the Paladin mumbled. "What are you talking about?"

The redhead kneaded her expertly, inflaming her passions admirably. "We only had you for a week. After that, the Master said we should send you to him... if you didn't want to stay..."

The Blackguard increased the pace of her ministrations. The shift in gear caused the Paladin to gasp. She couldn't think straight. What was she being offered?

"I can... leave...?" she gasped. The redhead flinched. She gave her victim's pussy some furious attention, and then withdrew her hand, suddenly.

The Paladin gave a moan of frustration and disappointment. She looked up at her benefactor with a look of wide-eyed distress.

"Or stay. Join us, renounce your mission and throw away your silly prudishness. If you do, I'll give you an orgasm!"

She smiled happily, holding up her hand and twiddling her lovely, skilful fingers. The Paladin's pelvis gave an involuntary shudder, inclining towards it as if responding to a strong magnet. She looked at those fingers lustfully. She was all riled up, horny for relief. The redhead was offering her gratification, but at what price...?

"Join us," said the bondage girl. "You're one of us, you know you are."

In truth, the Paladin felt a kind of kinship with her fallen sisters. In the world of monsters they were the greatest stabilising force around, keeping her sane despite their best efforts. In her drunken, liberated state, she reflected that she genuinely did want to take them up on their offer.

But...

But she still had her pride. And she knew this is what the Warlock wanted... what her Blackguard wanted. Her sisters were offering her short-term gratification in exchange for her soul. And as dearly as she wished to take them up on the offer – it would be so easy! – it would be a selfish consideration, and would damn the others that came after her. Her friends and family – all the females of the Community – faced a horrible fate of disgrace and slavery if she were to accept their offer.

She would be handing the Warlock the world.

She would be the Blackguard.

The Paladin steeled her heart. Would they really let her go when she refused? She saw no reason why they would, but she also couldn't understand why the goblins had freed her from her sex slavery. Either way, she couldn't do this. She had to finish what she started.

The Warlock had to be defeated.

Her expression must have betrayed her inner thoughts as the cute redhead's hopeful expression faded to be replaced by one of disappointment.

"I'm very sad," pouted the redhead, moving her hand to her own nether regions. They had not taken the time to learn each other's names. What were names to them after all they'd been through? They had just been willing slabs of meat, living for pleasure alone.

But now it was time to be parted.

"You should reconsider," said the bondage girl. "You'll be back here anyway."

"I will," promised the Paladin. "But to guide you back to the path of righteousness and light and...

She stopped, suddenly realising how silly she sounded speaking of morality while standing naked in a room in which she had just spent several days in bestial congress, and to women she had made love with several times.

"Here's your sword," said the bondage girl, handing it to her. The Paladin took it in her hand. It felt heavy, cold and unnatural to her.

"Bye," said the redhead, waving half-heartedly. She had tears in her eyes. "I'll look forward to the day we can fuck each other senseless again."

The Paladin frowned at this, but said nothing.

The bondage girl nodded to the open door. "Go now. Straight out the door on your right and carry on till you reach the edge of the forest. There you'll find the Cliffs of Forever, and the path to the Warlock's Dungeon.

"He'll break you, though. There's no fear of that. You're just like us. You'll be back here in no time," she said with certainty.

The Paladin left the room with a determination that this would not happen. She could feel she was reaching the end now. She walked down the corridor and exited the door, and kept going on until she left the forest behind her.

The Cliffs of Forever

The Paladin grappled her way along the edge of the cliff face, battered by winds and icy rain. There was a storm out to sea, and a gale was conspiring to hamper her progress.

But she pushed against it. Whatever ill fate or black magic was serving to disrupt her quest, she couldn't give in to it. Simply couldn't. Not after everything she'd been through.

She had cleared the woods – finally, at last. The woods that had claimed her virginity; that had destroyed her innocence and subjected her to sexual indignities the likes of which her mind could not have previously conceived. Walking free of the Blackguards' clutches she had stumbled past the edge of the tree-line and found herself facing the vast, endless panorama of the Sanctuary Sea, the edge of the known world. The scene was beautiful, serene and calm – the antithesis of everything the forest had been from her goblin encounter onwards. The sun was warm and inviting, and from this part of the world it seemed to sit lower in the sky, as if she was closer to heaven than she'd ever been.

A few feet in front of her lay a cliff edge, and below it rugged rocks that betrayed the serenity of the calm vision she had seen before her. The sea frothed and slammed against the bottom – it was a long way down. If she were to fall, it would be the end.

She was a little hesitant to go forward, but not because she was scared. In truth, she wasn't – any feeling of uneasiness that she might have felt after leaving her tranquil Community had long since been dispelled. She was resigned to this mission now, and had to see it through to the end. All that mattered was meeting the Warlock, and he was close now, very close.

No, it was her own dishevelment that gave her pause. After her experiences in the claustrophobic surroundings of the forest and its interiors, the vast openness of the horizon was intimidating and she hesitated to step forward, naked into the sun's scrutinising gaze. She felt exposed without her clothes – naked but for a sword and a pair of high heels. It shamed her to go forth so scantily clad. However many indignities had been piled upon her, she felt it was important – for her own sanity, at least – that she should be ashamed of this.

In the end, after a little scouting, she found a ready provision of giant bay leaves and fashioned herself a bikini, of sorts. It wasn't much, and her body was still very much on show, but at least her most intimate areas were covered and that was what was really important.

She saw the remains of a time-ravaged path that descended through the cliffs bordering the ocean, and set off down and along, to the place where the cave entrance of the Warlock's Dungeon would present itself.

But the weather didn't hold, and soon she was hugging her way along, exposed to the elements, her bay-leaf coverings shredded and hanging useless around her wet and naked body. The chill of the wind was biting, but her greatest concern at the moment was maintaining her grip upon the cliff wall, the path having turned some miles back into a narrow pathway that offered her no protection from the storm.

Her foot twisted and she lost her footing. She squealed, but grabbed hold of the wall before she could fall to her death on the rocks below. She looked down – the ledge was still holding steady, narrow as it was, but the heel of her left shoe had snapped.

"Oh, candlesticks!" she swore, and thought about how much it would cost to get it re-heeled back home – forgetting that she had mated with monsters, and therefore couldn't really go back at all.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and concentrated on where she was going.

The rest of the journey was an ordeal, but one which thankfully didn't last too long. However long it did last, it seemed longer to the Paladin, and the naked elven beauty collapsed, gasping into the mouth of a cave when shelter finally presented itself. The temperature inside the cave was high, almost oppressively so, but the golden girl didn't care, exhausted as she was. In fact, the heat was like a warm caress against her skin. And so, not caring about her nudity or checking her surroundings for safety, she dozed off, defenceless.

She woke up a few hours later, unmolested, at the entrance to the Warlock's Dungeon.

Going Underground

She wiped her sodden hair out of her eyes and saw a five-foot rune inscribed upon each side of a doorway to the interior of the cave. She recognised it immediately – it was the Mark of the Warlock. She was here, finally. She gripped her sword and held it aloft, preparing to enter the lair of the beast.

But she hesitated.

Previous Paladins had fallen. Some might have even reached this point before her. But she thought it likely that they had at least been wearing clothes at the time.

Even with the Sword of Justice, the Paladin was no master fighter. If she was to have any hope of defeating the Warlock, she would at least have to look the part. She doubted she could intimidate anyone in the nude.

And she could no longer walk in these heels.

She looked around. As if reading her thoughts, the universe provided her with a solution to her problem.

She would have been suspicious to find a pile of clothing lying by her feet, if she had been the suspicious type or had the wisdom to suspect it. But she wasn't, and hadn't, and didn't think much of it other than to note that it was about time the Forces of Good provided her with some fortune in her noble quest. The clothing was sparse, and favoured contour-hugging leather where she preferred lighter, airier gowns, but it covered her intimate places and afforded her some protection from the elements. It did, however, enhance her bosom to a level she was not comfortable with and exposed her back and shoulders. This was not in keeping with the way she liked to dress.

Straightening up her red bustier, she took her sword in hand once more and walked through the doorway into the Warlock's Dungeon.

Braziers lined the walls to either side of her, illuminating the way. The heat was intense. Her black leather boots clacked on the stone floor underneath her, clearly fashioned from the rock of the cliff but not in the design of any elven architect she had ever seen. The lines were courser, more ragged, and the walls were lined with hieroglyphs in a language she didn't understand.

The masonry was clean. There were no cobwebs. This was not a ruin – this had been fashioned, and recently. And this atrium was still in use.

She made her way through the first room, cautiously. Her heels clacked on the surface – she thought she was being quieter than she was. She made her way through the doorway and stopped as she came across a short corridor. Her destination was through another portal on the other end, but between them – mirrors. The hallway was lined with mirrors.

The Paladin frowned and stepped forward. She knew what was coming. She turned to the wall and, sure enough, there stood the Blackguard.

"Oh, it's you again," she said, sniffily. "What do you want?"

The reflection just looked at her, coldly.

"Nothing to say to me? I suppose you want to try and convert me or show me more horrible images of you having sex with monsters?"

The Blackguard said nothing.

"Oh, I get it," said the Paladin. "You think you don't need to because of everything I've been put through up to now? I suppose you want to tell me that I enjoyed being married to a dozen different monsters? That I liked having sex with all their different sex organs!?" She was starting to get hysterical. "Or that I take great pleasure in exposing myself out-of-doors because people keep stealing my clothes!? Or that I'm just an evil, evil, bitter horrid slut like you, or those other Blackguards who have gone completely insane!!"

She stepped back. "No," she said. "No, you want me to be exactly like them. Well, I said no!! I could have stayed but I didn't, so I win and you lose!!"

The Paladin looked triumphantly at the Blackguard, her eyes blazing and wet with indignant tears. The Blackguard had tried to shock her, to intimidate her, but here she was, ready to do battle with the Big Bad, and there was nothing the Blackguard could say to stop her!

Except the Blackguard wasn't saying anything.

"Nothing to say?" asked the Paladin again, looking unsure now.

The reflection also looked unsure.

"What?" said the Paladin, looking down. She tugged on the bustier she was wearing. "No..."

She looked back up to the mirror at her reflection. "No...!"

The reflection looked back at her with panicked eyes. It reached up in time with the Paladin as she quickly grabbed her hair and felt it.

"No!!"

She pulled a hair free and held it in front of her face.

It was red.

She felt again. It was shorter. Her hair was shorter, and...

"No!!" she cried, falling to her knees. "No, that's impossible!!!"

The image the Paladin saw in the mirror was that of herself. She looked just like the Blackguard! She remembered putting the clothes on, and yes, now that she thought back, they were exactly the same as the Blackguard's, though she hadn't realised it at the time...

But she hadn't done anything to her hair...!

Somehow, coming into the Dungeon had caused her long, golden locks to be replaced by a shorter bob of black hair, cut short and dyed red in the style precisely like that in the mirror's reflection back in the Outer Defences, or the erotic dreams she'd been having since her other self had made herself known.

How was that even possible?

She grabbed at the clasps holding her bustier in place, but they wouldn't budge. Frantic now, she tried to remove her boots, and then her gloves, but nothing would come off. Nothing would move. It was as if everything was held in place by magic.

The Paladin gulped down her panic and sniffed. She had been crying. She wiped her tears on the back of her glove – smudging her slutty mascara in the process – and looked past the mirror and down the corridor towards the open doorway, an ominous red glow pouring through it.

"Warlock...!" she said.

The Warlock Speaks

Past shackles on the walls where – had she but known it – previous Paladins to find their way here had been restrained and sexually tormented, the latest in a long line stormed through the Warlock's sex dungeon. She passed implements she didn't understand the use of, and just as well – if she'd understood the cost of failure she might just have turned back and fled. But then, the current Paladin wasn't one for noticing such things, and at that time she only had one thing on her mind...

Anger. It was time to face the Big Baddie once and for all.

There were no doors in this dungeon and the Paladin strode through the main entranceway and into the Warlock's throne room.

A wave of heat hit her. She was already sweating from the leather clinging to her lithe frame, but this heat was intense and she could see why.

Before her lay a stone path. To either side, a small trench was filled with bubbling lava, pulsating and bursting and spewing off steam with a hissing sound. On either side of that lay stone alcoves in the wall of the room, three on each side and each partitioned off by a pane of something that looked like glass but didn't cloud in the heat.

In each alcove was a naked red demon. They turned on her as she entered the room and growled.

She was taken aback by their ferocity, their alien-ness, but also the size and girth of their sexual organs, which grew rapidly erect as they each caught sight of her. The Paladin hoped that the glass would keep them. There was no mistaking the lecherous glare in their eyes.

Before her, at the end of the stone path, was a raised dais. Atop the dais lay a throne. And seated atop the throne...

"Excellent, another one," said the Warlock. "I must thank the old men for their generosity."

The Paladin noticed the hooded old man, clothed in a black robe, but her attention was soon drawn down to his feet.

There, crawling before her, were elf-girls. They were definitely Paladins – she could tell by their mode of dress, which was like hers had been, only just the underwear. They still wore their holy symbols, but each also wore a dog collar connected to a lead. At the other end of these leads was the Warlock's hand.

The elf-dogs looked very happy at their master's feet. Their faces were flushed and they were panting, lustfully.

The Paladin looked up at the Warlock. "I'm here to defeat you," she said, with less confidence than she intended.

She flinched as the red demons around her started laughing. It was a horrible sound – cruel, and inhuman. It was like stones being scraped together.

The Warlock didn't laugh, but he also didn't look afraid. "Of course you are," he said, looking down at his elf-dogs. "You all are."

Innocence Lost

"Magic works on empathy," explained the Warlock. "The stronger your feelings towards the other person, the greater the power. This is the same for both White and Black magic, but my magic is stronger because I feed on more powerful emotions: greed, avarice, lust."

He emphasised the last word. "None of you can defeat me because my power comes from your most basic of bodily needs, and no elf is immune to lust, as you are no doubt now aware."

The Paladin was approaching slowly, but the Warlock seemed unconcerned.

"When you look at these dogs I can feel lust swelling inside your sexual organs. You're disgusted; but you can't help imagining yourself in the same position. Would you enjoy it?"

He wasn't waiting for her response.

"Yes, you would. I have had the most pious elven maidens come after my head, only to have them debase themselves like dogs in heat with a smile upon their face. There is nothing so good as beauty wasted and innocence lost."

"Give me back my hair!" growled the Paladin, still advancing.

"That's the first thing you say to me? You want to talk to me about vanity? I could have left you scrabbling in the mud as a goblin sex slave, or prey to a pack of wolfbeasts or impregnated with a half-monster baby. I think your pride and self-regard is horribly misplaced considering everything you've had to do just to reach me."

"I will destroy you!" said the Paladin, raising her sword and striding towards the Warlock.

He seemed untroubled. "Do you have sin in your soul? Do you have any lingering doubts about your purity or worthiness? Have you ever had an avaricious thought, or a lustful impulse? Yes? Then shut up."

He held his hand aloft and the Paladin stopped, suddenly, unable to move. She tried to keep walking, but her legs wouldn't budge. She tried moving back, but encountered the same problem – she simply couldn't control her body!

"What's happening!?" she wailed, panicking now. No matter how she struggled it was like being chained up all over again, but this time she couldn't move even a little bit. It was like being trapped inside her own body.

The Warlock inclined his hand and she yelped as she started walking towards him. Without her mind telling it to, her body tossed away her sword. It clattered uselessly against the flagstones as the Paladin ascended the staircase to the raised dais upon which the Warlock's throne sat.

"You," he said as she climbed the stairs. "Are just another example of your pathetic race's hypocritical belief in its own self-worth. They try and trap me with virtuous maidens because they know that my power only extends to corrupted souls. But what they fail to comprehend is that there's no such thing as an incorruptible elf maiden! Your entire gender is made up of the most detestable sluts, made mad with lust at the slightest provocation – and it's up to me to show you your true vocation. Now fuck me."

The words sent a ripple through the Paladin's body. She reached the Warlock's throne and felt herself straddling him in his chair. She pulled aside her underwear – the fabric not resisting this time – and lined herself up with his waiting penis, erect and ready for her. Her eyes were wide with horror as she impaled herself upon his cock, and started to pump up and down without her consent.

"No mirrors this time," he said as she fucked him. "This isn't a question: You are enjoying this. I can feel the darkness leaking through the cracks in your soul's armour."

She wanted to deny him but couldn't speak. She felt the warmth spreading through her, the fulfilment of his cock and sexual excitement starting to spark within her, unbidden. She was getting turned on by being a puppet.

The Paladin was not gentle in her fucking – or rather, the Warlock was not gentle in his manipulation of her body. She brought herself down upon his manhood fast and hard, exhausting herself with the effort. She took him into her like a woman possessed, and was incapable of preventing herself from milking him to the point where he came all the way inside her and she stopped, feeling used but ready for more.

There was no gentleness. The Paladin felt her body fall back off the chair, and next thing she knew she was sprawled on the ground, gasping.

"Get up," said the Warlock, dismissively. "You're not nearly satisfied."

It was galling, but the Paladin had to admit he was right – she was fired up, body throbbing with lust.

Her mind was in disorder. She could feel bits of herself falling away, like the edges of her mind were ragged, and the material was brittle, close to snapping. She looked at the happy elf-dog closest to her and knew with certainty that she would be shortly joining her.

"I said, you're not finished," said the Warlock.

A lead came out of nowhere and latched itself on to the Paladin's collar. It fastened itself tightly and pulled her slowly off her feet and into the air. She struggled and kicked against it, but the rope was holding her up supernaturally. She saw that the Warlock was holding the other end, but the lead itself seemed to have a mind of its own, defying gravity to hold her up.

It laid her down on her feet, gently, next to the Warlock.

"Excellent," said her new master. "Now suck me clean."

"What...?" gasped the Paladin as closed her lips around his flabby member.

The taste of sex and her own body assaulted her senses as she sucked upon his penis non-consensually. She felt her mouth moving up and down the length of his rod, making use of the skills she had inadvertently learned from the Blackguard in her dreams. She realised she had been trained for this – to be the Warlock's concubine. To be the Warlock's pet. To be an example to all the Paladins that would come after her... if any ever did.

"Now that you have debased yourself to your correct position in life," the Warlock said. "It is time for me to strip away all your hopes and aspirations and leave behind the animal you know you truly are. Observe – if you ever held out any hope of rescue..."

He inclined his hand and an image appeared in front of him. The Paladin couldn't stop pleasuring the Warlock, but looked out at the corner of her eye at the scene unfolding before her.

It was the men, the companions who had escorted her into the Darkened Forest. But they weren't in the orderly state she remembered them. In fact, as she watched the men were stripped down and engaging in carnal acts with women on the forest floor. No, not women. These creatures were purple, naked and covered with markings all over their bodies like tattoos. They were gorgeous, but couldn't be mistaken for human. They had tails and bat wings at their backs, and they were as enthusiastic and wanton as any Blackguard the Paladin had ever seen.

The men were fucking these succubi without hesitation, enraptured by the heavenly sensations they felt within those demon bodies. There was no doubt from the looks on their faces that they were experiencing earthly nirvana.

But as each man ejaculated their seed within their chosen hell-slut, the demon would rise up with a joyous cry of ecstasy and slash their throats, taking their seeds and souls within themselves before vanishing in a cloud of purple smoke. The Paladin looked on in horror as this happened to each and every one of the dozen men. For their part, they died with a happy smile on their faces. But they died none the less.

"Hope," said the Warlock as the last succubus disappeared. "So fleeting, isn't it?"

He came within her mouth and she coughed violently, spitting the foul substance onto the floor. She gagged at the taste – it was horrible. It was salty and coppery and made worse by the fact that it belonged to this horrible man, who had already taken her virginity, her body and her hope from her, and did not look to be stopping any time soon.

"And now," said the Warlock. "You're going to help me destroy your world. I've now made all of my preparations, assembled all of my armies and defeated all of your champions. There won't be any Paladins after you. You were the last hope. And now look at you. You're worse than a dog."

The Paladin wanted to reply, but couldn't say anything. And even if she could – what would she say? She was kneeling before this man, her mouth filled with his taste and completely unable to resist him.

She had been the last hope. And now she couldn't even move!

The Warlock said some words in a language the Paladin didn't understand and the image of the dead bodies in the clearing changed to be replaced by that of a group of old men sitting at a table in a room that was definitely elvish.

The men looked startled as the image established itself. "Warlock!" one of them cried.

The Paladin thought she recognised the room on the other side of the image. She gasped as she remembered: it was the Council chamber in the Community! She had been taken there when she was first selected to be the Paladin. These men must be the ruling Council members!

"Vassals of my future world," began the Warlock, addressing the image. The Paladin thought it must be a two-way picture of some sort. "You are about to become my slaves. This image is being transmitted directly into the minds of every member of your pathetic Community. Observe, as I destroy your last hope."

Outside of her control, the Paladin stood up, Warlock-cum dripping from her chin, and stood beside her new master. She felt burning shame as, one by one, the Council members started recognising her. One of them called out her name in shock. The Paladin could only turn her eyes away in shame.

"You are unable to conceal your disgust at what I've done to your vaunted champion. Look at what she's become – she has transformed into the whore she has always wanted to be. And for that, she serves me. Let her speak if this is not true."

The Warlock and the Council looked to the Paladin, but she said nothing. Even if she could, she didn't know what to say. Everyone had been depending on her, and now she had been exposed. She looked down in shame and self-loathing.

The Council spoke up first. "We cannot give in to your ludicrous demands! It would be the death of us!"

The Warlock shook his head. "You will, peacefully or not. I request your females, each and every one of them. I will enslave them and turn them into sex slaves for my monster armies, led by the very women you have sent to destroy me. They will personally hold down your wives and your sisters and your daughters as they are raped by processions of my conquering beasts, until their screams turn to cries of pleasure and adulation in my honour.

"You have failed to destroy me. You are all corrupt. And this bimbo you have sent will be the instrument of my wrath. Blackguard!" he addressed the Paladin – if she could still be called that. "Strip!"

She wanted to cry out, to deny his instruction, but she couldn't. She felt his grip upon her soul and found herself unable to resist.

In front of everyone in the Community – before friends she had once had, before family, before teachers who had once taught her, before every single living member of her own race – she took off all her clothes. She did it slowly and enticingly and – for all appearances – without hesitation.

And she enjoyed it. Through the devastation, through the mortification and anguish, through every taboo that had ever been drilled into her from childhood, she felt something else burgeoning inside of her. It was like her first sexual awakening, but better. She felt wretched, but elated all at once. She felt liberated – she felt free, free from the shackles of prudish decency, from all the shame and feelings of lost dignity, of pride and humility.

She was becoming indecent. She enjoyed this.

She peeled off the last of her modesty and exposed herself to everyone in the world, and stood before them naked.

Feelings of wrongness washed away. It felt good... it felt right.

The Warlock smiled without amusement at the former Paladin's naked body. This part always gave him satisfaction – the part when the light faded from their eyes, their egos broken, their world changed. Sometimes they would remain broken, and could be kept as mating stock. Most would bounce back, coming to terms with their new world view, and could be re-used as Blackguards, degenerate shadows of their former selves, made passionate and evil by the revelation of their deepest desires.

This girl was to become a Blackguard. He knew her desires.

This had been the least challenging of his corruptions.

"I have conquered the best of you," said the Warlock to the horrified onlookers. "And now my armies will mop up the rest. Your guards are about to be killed. I have knowledge of all your defences, willingly shared by those Paladins of yours who cried out all your secrets in the exquisite agony of my torture. By this time tonight I will enter the bedchamber of your Queen..."

"I like being watched naked."

"What's Wrong with That?"

The Warlock stopped. The voice had come from beside him. He slowly turned to the source.

The Paladin was looking forward, her gaze wide and glassy.

"Yes," he said. "I have broken you. Perhaps you would like to parade yourself on the streets of your shattered Community dressed in nothing but..."

"I like rough sex."

The Warlock stopped mid-flow. He did not like being interrupted.

The Paladin spoke again.

"What's wrong with that?"

"What?" said the Warlock, frowning. He hadn't given her leave to speak.

The Paladin turned to him. Her eyes were wide, innocent.

"I like having sex," she repeated, her voice light, child-like. "What's wrong with that?"

The Warlock looked at her for a moment, and then snorted.

"You are the most whorish elf-slut I have ever come across. Out of all the Paladins I have corrupted – and there have been many, believe me – you have been the easiest. You entered my territory, and from the very first day you had your face down in the dead, rotten leaves of an old watchtower having indecent sex with goblins..."

"Sex isn't indecent," answered the Paladin, her eyes bright. "Sex is beautiful. Sex is wonderful. Sex is fun! And I like it rough because it gives me a feeling of being wanted, and that's nice. When I was having sex with the goblins it felt good, not because I like having sex with goblins, but because I enjoy having sex. In fact..."

She turned her body to face the Warlock.

"I don't think sex is wrong at all!"

The Warlock sat up straight in his chair. He didn't look triumphant at all.

* * *

Back in the Community, the Council members were watching the whole scene as chaos reigned outside.

"What the heck is going on?" asked one of them, confused.

The oldest of their number – the grand master – stared goggle-eyed at the vision before him. "My Spirits, we've done it!" he breathed. "Don't you see? Don't you get it?"

The others looked at him. He was shaking with excitement.

"She's incorruptible...!"

* * *

The Paladin brought her hand up to her face and looked at it. It was moving under her own power now. On a whim, she reached up to her dyed-red hair and dug her hand in. It pulled off, painlessly, like a wig, and her golden hair cascaded down her back once again as she tossed the Blackguard's wig aside.

"I command you to stop!" cried the Warlock.

The Paladin looked back at him.

"I think you're a very bad man. And I'm going to stop you now."

The Warlock cried out and jumped to his feet as the Paladin looked for her sword and then calmly walked to retrieve it. A ball of energy crackled in the evil wizard's hand. With a chant in an incomprehensible language that sounded like a scream, he hurled the lightning at her. The elf-dogs squealed and ran from the dais as lightning crackled and popped and scorched through stone, chips flying in all directions...

All except one. The Paladin calmly retrieved her sword.

"That's impossible!" screamed the Warlock. He put his hand out like a claw and squeezed it before her, making as if to choke her from a distance. Down below the dais, the red demons screamed in their cages, clawing at the walls and their own necks as they were choked by the Warlock's power; the elf-dogs ran from the room, leads trailing behind.

The Paladin advanced, unaffected.

"You did bad things to those women," said the Paladin Reborn. "You brainwashed them into thinking they were bad, when their urges were totally natural."

"Stay back!" he cried, tripping over himself in his haste to back away. "Obey me!!"

The Paladin stopped in front of him and raised the Sword of Justice.

"YOU'RE A SLUT!!" he screamed. "A FILTHY, DIRTY, GOBLIN-SUCKING..."

"That's enough of that," said the Paladin, huffily, and she swung.

The Warlock gave a high-pitched scream and screwed his eyes shut, ready for the death blow.

It didn't come in the way he intended. The Paladin – her self-realisation not improving her sword skills – missed completed and somehow managed to let go of her weapon in the process. It flew free from her hands and embedded itself into the stalk of the nearest candelabra.

The Warlock opened his eyes again, expecting to have been killed by now. He saw the Paladin's empty hands and guilty expression, and looked at her with incredulity.

"You mis...!?" he started to say, but was cut off when the heavy candelabra came free from the wall brackets and sliced through the top of his head, impaling him down to the jaw. He staggered slightly, still standing though the weight was heavy, and then pitched sideways, falling down into the pit of lava and sinking below the molten rock, rapidly dissolving in a cloud of steam.

As the Warlock died, his enchantments broke. The screen that showed the faces of the Council members vanished and there was a tangible feeling of tension leaving the room, as if all the magic had drained free. The Paladin looked down at the cloud of steam that had once been the Warlock and flushed red with embarrassment.

"I really wish everyone hadn't seen that," she said.

But then a wave of relief washed over her. All her anxiety was gone. It was over. It was really over. She had come through so much to get to this point and she had prevailed. She had won!

It was over!

Not Quite...

"THE SORCERER WHO BOUND US IS DEAD!! NOW WE ARE FREE!!"

The Paladin looked back to see one of the red demons poking his head out of his cage, which – she now discovered – had been held shut with magic.

"Uh oh," said the unlucky heroine, remembering the size of their love truncheons.

"WE SHALL BRING DEATH AND DESTRUCTION UPON THIS WORLD!!"

The red demons were all clambering out now, making their way across the lava and towards the Paladin's only escape route. There was now no way for her to get to the exit without going through half a dozen well-equipped denizens of the lower planes.

"But I just saved the world..." whined the Paladin, quietly, trying to retrieve her sword. But it was useless – the Sword of Justice was stubbornly embedded in the wall.

"WE CANNOT!! THE BINDING WAS ONLY PERMANENT WHILE THE SORCERER WAS ALIVE!! NOW, WE ONLY HAVE ONE HOUR IN WHICH TO DO OUR EVIL DEEDS BEFORE WE ARE FORCED TO RETURN FROM WHENCE WE CAME!!"

"ONE HOUR!? BUT WHAT CAN WE DO IN ONE HOUR!?"

Silence descended. The demons, as a collective, turned to look at the nubile elf-girl now cowering behind the throne.

"SHALL WE DEVOUR HER SOUL!?" boomed a demon.

The Paladin looked up at them, wide-eyed, and then turned her gaze to their pelvises.

"Um..." she said, quietly. "I have a better idea..."

And so the Paladin bargained for her life by having an orgy with hell-beasts. And although the red demons didn't get to devour her soul, it was still a good deal for them because they got to have filthy sex with the purest elf-maiden they would ever meet.

And no amount of succubus sex could ever make up for that.

Epilogues

The Purity of Desire

"I still don't get it," said one of the Council members. "How did she break the enchantment?"

They were trying to relieve the tension within the grand council room that housed all the leaders of the Community. It was a worthy attempt. Because although the Warlock's magic had faded from his dungeon, it was taking a longer time to disappear from the rest of the world. And as the Community was about as far away from the Warlock's Dungeon as you could get...

The image of what was happening in the Warlock's throne room had not faded for the people of the Community.

As every single person in the world tried to ignore the frantic squealing of their golden champion being sandwiched between the violent gyrations of infernal hell-beasts, the grand master answered the question. Loudly.

"It was because the Warlock's power didn't come from desire or lustful thoughts, as everyone assumed. It came from the feeling of shame that people experience when they succumb to these sensations. The Paladin, in being incorruptible, was also shameless. She reconciled her own natural desires with the idea that it is not shameful to have these desires, in the way that we, as a society, instil into each other."

"Dear Gods, we have to help her!"

"No!" said the wise master, frowning in annoyance. He had been trying to draw everyone's attention away from the Paladin's shameless actions. "By the time we get there, it will all be over anyway. They'll be gone in an hour. She'll be fine."

"But...!"

"But nothing! There's nothing we can do, so just... just ignore it for the time being."

The masters continued talking for a while longer, about everything from the weather to the state of popular music – anything except rampant sex with muscular demons.

It wasn't just them. Everyone in the Community could see it. And some weren't as willing to tear their eyes away... Some felt very privileged to be allowed to see something that was so outside their experiences...

And many of them, who had always wanted to know what the girl who was to become the Paladin would look like naked, were not disappointed by the view.

To the untrained eye, it looked like the Paladin was enjoying herself. And if she was enjoying it, well, the truth was, she was just making the best of a bad situation.

And there's nothing wrong with that, is there?

Unhindered Lust

The Blackguards lay huddled on the floor when that Paladin returned to them, changing their world.

They looked up as she approached, startled to see her and startled by her new appearance.

She was naked from head to toe, her every proportion accentuated by the ease with which she held herself. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, cleaner and brighter than it had ever been and her eyes glittered with exhilaration. She radiated an aura of desire and inner beauty. The slightest ray of light that caught on her golden hair or bare skin illuminated her every curve enticingly. She had an innate charisma and confidence that seemed impossible to resist.

The fallen elves looked on her with awe. She was calm, unhindered... sexual.

"I can't go back," said the Paladin. "I really can't. I just can't live in that world anymore."

There was no part of her that was covered. She looked as if she were made to be nude. The Blackguards couldn't tear their eyes away from her.

"You came back..." whispered the redhead, shocked. She had not expected to see their sexual partner again after everything that had happened, let alone of her own volition. It was frightening – the girl who wore only a dog collar did not know what to expect from this vision.

The brunette in the bondage gear was similarly dazzled, but recovered more quickly. "We can't go back, either," she said, putting her arm around her friend. "There's nothing for us there – or here, now that the master's gone."

The redhead looked downcast. The bondage girl appeared more stoic, but was similarly lost. The Paladin had destroyed their reason for being.

The holy lady paced the room and felt the chains that had shackled her to the wall. She licked the links; they were still sugary sweet.

"This was the only place for me to go. The only place where I could be with people like me. You said I would join you, and you were right. You were always right, you just didn't understand how right you were."

The golden lady spoke with an eloquence that was unusual for her, her mind clearer than it had ever been before. She saw everything now. She knew what she wanted from life.

"So what can we do now?" whined the redhead. "We've become so deviant and perverse – I don't know who would take us in now!"

The girl who was the Paladin knelt down before the two girls and kissed them, each in turn, deeply

"Marry me," she said, simply. "Both of you. Let's just make love and spend our days in happiness, not worrying about good or evil or decency or civilisation. Let's just have unrestrained, rampant animal sex."

The redhead's mouth was open. She stared at her wide-eyed with wonder, cheeks flushed. She was excited, but not in the same way as before. Now she felt something more, a heat that pierced her throughout her body and heart, the sexual desire that came for unrestricted, passionate love without scruples.

She wanted to make love with the golden girl. She wanted to be like her.

The bondage girl felt a similar thrill, but was more excited with the idea of being dominated by something greater than themselves: the purest desire to indulge in their own carnality, bound by nothing

They would be despised, derided – but it wouldn't matter. Because their creed would be more natural than anything in this world: pure, bestial, wholesome love.

The redhead spoke up first.

"Do you want to know my name?"

The blond-haired girl smiled, and caressed her lover.

"No. From now on we don't need them. We don't need clothes either. We will go out into nature as wood nymphs, and frolic and dance and fuck under the open sky. We'll do what we want, to whoever or whatever we want, and always be free from decency and restraint."

The former Blackguards looked at each other. They made their decision.

The brunette stood up first, stripping herself naked from all of her coverings. The redhead jumped up too, and although she had less of which to divest, the process was just as transformational as it had been for the Paladin herself.

Naked, faces flushed with excitement and joy, the three nymphs stood in the room where so much had passed between them. They were about to leave this place once and for all, and take their place amongst the forest forever.

"Come on," said the golden nymph, spurring them on. "You owe me an orgasm...!"

The End