The long string of captives had been marching into Kholar for seven days now. Too long. Too many Valkan legionnaires marching with them. The Bischetti must have suffered a crushing defeat to have so many captives marching to their death on Valkan altars. Magrys made a disdainful face as she watched the Bischetti march in docile ranks.
 
 
 Magrys made very little attempt to conceal herself as she spied on the army. She had the setting sun at her back, but otherwise stood tall and confidently among the sparse trees on the Bischetti hill that looked down on the final stretches of territory before Valkam. Her pose was one that came easy to her. She was a tall woman, with a voluptuous figure and beautifully pale skin. Her disdainful, downturned gaze from her deep violet eyes seemed natural, and even beautiful on her face. Hair of an even deeper shade of violet framed that face and flowed down her back in a low ponytail tied with a blood red ribbon. She turned her back contemptuously on the sight of the army and captives and strode deeper into the Bischetti woods. Her gait was one of supreme confidence, her hips swaying with hypnotic grace as if she was trying to seduce the trees of the forest.
 
 
 Reaching the bottom of the hill she stopped where three horses were tied in place. Two of the horses had the slumped, unconscious forms of Valkan scouts draped across them. The former owner of the third horse lay about the small clearing, her entrails spread about the grass and bushes as though she had been ripped apart from the inside. Crows were already gathering for the impromptu feast. Even Magrys with her supreme confidence reasoned it was time to go, before the cloud of carrion birds attracted more Valkans this way.
 
 
 Snapping her fingers, several of what appeared to be the scouts entrails suddenly burst to life. Each of them seizing and devouring a startled scavenger bird, they grew eyes and small tentacles and looked to Magrys for further instructions. With but a glance from her the creatures understood their purpose and changed their shapes. Grotesquely elongating themselves they stretched their tentacles to match the stance of the horses, the ends of their tendrils hardening into the shape of shodden hooves. They scattered then, disappearing in all directions as Magrys mounted the empty saddle and rode off with the two unconscious scouts.
 
 
 She led the horses through several streams and over some rocky bluffs that would make tracking her and her captives difficult, then turned towards her true course. Riding for the entire night, she stopped at dawn as her captives awoke.
 
 
 "What happened?" Asked the man in a daze. The woman began to stir as well.
 
 
 "You hit your head on a branch and fell off your horse." Magrys said in a calming tone. "Drink this. You will feel better soon." As the man sucked down the potion Magrys gave him, he missed the darkening expression on Magrys's face. When he finished he looked up to find Magrys staring down at him with a lustful expression that radiated disdain for his person as well as greed for his flesh. "Strip." She said harshly. The man smiled a daft, drunken smile and complied. He finished discarding his armor and clothing without the slightest hint of shame or hesitation. As the female scout awoke, Magrys repeated the betrayal in the same way, ordering the woman to bare herself as well once the potion had her in its thrall.
 
 
 Once both Valkan scouts were nude and subdued, Magrys held their gazes and gave them instructions to not speak unless spoken to, to follow her closely, and a phrase that they were to say at a specific time. The slack jawed Valkans both nodded in dazed comprehension then stood docile as Magrys bound their wrists in front of them and tied another rope around their necks. Abandoning the horses and the gear Margys walked to the small village in the valley below them as the sun began to climb higher into the sky.
 
 
 Walking into the town with the two captives in tow began to turn heads. Children ran forward and landed slaps upon the buttocks of the two Valkans as they marched into the square. The village prefect came forward and spoke in a worried tone to Magrys.
 
 
 "Priestess? What is this? Are not offerings to the titans to be willing?" He said, gesturing at the tied Valkans.
 
 "Rejoice, prefect, for the war has passed us by. The Valkans return to their country, but with many captives I fear. The only soldiers of Bischette that I saw entrusted these captives to me before leaving on their martial business."
 
 
 "May the titans be praised, may the gods be sated." He said, giving both sets of deities their proper due. "Have these two given oath?"
 
 
 "We are vanquished, and sworn to obey as captives." The two Valkans said in bleary unison.
 
 
 "May the titans feast upon their flesh then." The prefect said, satisfied that his little slice of the world was in no danger he walked off. Magrys continued onwards to the large, walled off complex that made up one side of the square.
 
 The complex was a stable for the titan Baala, mistress of the moon. Inside, willing volunteers were herded, fed, trained and stabled like animals as they were prepared for sacrifice to the titan. Stables like these were found all over the lands that worshipped the titans. Willing offerings entered and were blessed with the training that would make them fit to feed the titans in sacrifice. Most, like this one, did not have the temples where the sacrifices would actually take place. Once properly trained, the sacrifices would be taken to the major city temples or other sacred sites where their offering of flesh would be made. That was how things were supposed to work, anyway.
 
 
 In truth, not a single person entering this stable was given to Baala. The victims of this stable were not food for the benevolent titans of nature. Nor were they given to the mighty gods of Oum. The stable made a good show of doing as was expected. Sermons were given by priestesses. Willing applicants were accepted and put through a training regimen that would make no one suspicious, but not a single person left to the shrine of Baala 15 miles away. Magrys walked with her captives past the fools who thought they were training to feed a titan and into the halls of the building that housed the clergy of the titans. Going to the back of the main hall, she reached up and caressed the face of Baala's idol and whispered a spell that was the highest blasphemy.
 
 
 The idol moved aside, and Magrys descended the dimly lit stairway in the passage beyond with her captives in tow. They entered a large, underground hall, cages full of naked men and women lined the chamber as Magrys took the two hapless Valkans to the large door at the end. As she pulled the captives through the door and bolted it behind them, she snapped her fingers imperiously, walking into a small room off the main chamber. Both Valkans dropped to their knees but returned to their senses.
 
 
 "What the..." The man started but trailed off as he surveyed the room. The Female Valkan began to whimper and hyperventilate as she did the same. Pleasant aromas filled the room causing the man to stiffen and the woman's nipples stood erect. These instinctual reactions to the pheromones in the room were no match for their mounting terror. The left side of the room Magrys had left through was cold dark stone. The right side was a wall of living, writhing, sickly purple flesh. Tentacles, stalked eyes, and horrid mouthlike orifices covered the wall. Inside some transparent sacks the two Valkans could see human bones resting in pools of green liquid. Elsewhere along the wall women and men alike were being violated by the clasping arms of the tentacles. The victims within the wall showed arousal through their bodies, but the faces they could see radiated pain and terror. The faces they could not see were those of the victims that were being drawn within the wall. The veins of those bodies pulsed with the horrid purple of the diseased beast that absorbed them slowly.
 
 
 "A darkspawn?" The Valkan man said, obviously struggling to master his mounting panic. The woman on her knees beside him had lost that battle and continued to pant, letting out terrified gasps as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
 
 
 "You are correct, sir." Magrys said emerging from her room. Gone were the vestments of a titan's priestess. Now she wore black leather straps, wrapped tightly about her but doing nothing to cover her breasts or genitals. Long boots covered her legs to the tops of her thighs and her arms were covered in long gloves that reached to her shoulders. The only things that remained the same were her beautifully disdainful gaze and the blood red ribbon that tied back her hair. "A fully grown one too. My master has just started to produce their first batch of their own spawn. It's making them awfully hungry, though." Magry's looked at the Valkan woman on her knees. "Feed them with your flesh."
 
 
 The Valkan woman reacted as if startled out of her terrified stupor. As she realised what had been said to her she opened her mouth to protest. Even as she did, her body rose from her knees and began walking to the wall.
 
 
 "No! No! Please, no! Why? Noooo!" The Valkan woman wailed in terror as her body walked purposefully towards one of the mouthlike sections of the wall over an empty transparent orb of the green liquid. The mouth opened wide, and the shrieking Valkan woman turned and sat upon the tongue. While her face and voice bespoke her rising terror her body was the picture of docile acceptance while the tongue wrapped about her and drew her into the maw. The orifice snapped shut and swallowed, running the tongue over its lips. Seconds later the Woman was squeezed into the globe, splashing into the liquid. The ropes binding her disintegrated almost immediately but there was no visible effect on her hair or flesh. The woman seemed to gain control of her body as well. Righting herself to bring her head above the liquid, she strained uselessly against the walls of the orb. As the victim splashed around inside the stomach, Magrys turned to the man.
 
 
 "W-witch!" The Valkan was still trying to master his fear, but his valiant effort was failing as his voice trembled and his body shook.
 
 
 "I am." Magrys said, matter of factly. Her expression hardened into a sinister look of dominance. "How did the legions capture so many? Has Bischette fallen?" The man's face contorted as if to say 'I'll never tell you.'
 
 
 "The Bischetti garrisons surrendered en masse. We had to halt our advance on Bischette to give the gods their due." Was what came out of his mouth. His defiant look was replaced with pure shock as he realised that only his consciousness was his own. Magrys looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned her back on the Valkan and strode deeper into the chamber. At a motion over her shoulder the Valkan rose from his knees and followed.
 
 
 Deeper into the chamber, a massive eye at least three stories high, dominated the back wall of the space. Below the eye, chambers much like the mouths out front, but enclosed by spines like a flytraps, held men and women inside of them. Their heads were completely enclosed by webbed hands that reached down from above to palm their faces. Other tentacles shoved themselves into the anuses and vaginas of the women. The men inside had their anuses invaded as well, while their manhoods covered by transparent tubes with a grasping claw that clutched at the base of their members. The tubes sucked and pumped each squirming occupant vigorously, but none of these victims showed the same corruption as the ones being absorbed in the first part of the chamber. Magrys dropped to her hands and knees before the great eye. Unbidden and unwilling, the Valkan dropped to his knees and pressed his head to the ground.
 
 
 "I bring news, master." Magrys said in a voice that sounded enraptured by pleasure. "The Valkans have captured the garrisons of Bischette. The army and the capital remain, but the Valkans will have less enemies to fight if they renew their war next year. I fear that they will not weaken each other in great battles as we hoped, but that Valkam shall overcome Bischette with ease."
 
 
 In response the great eye blinked slowly and the largest of the spined chambers directly beneath the eye opened. One of the webbed hands extended forward on its long stalk, opening to reveal the large phallus in the center of the palm. Magrys opened her mouth with an ecstatically greedy smile and accepted the phallus as it plunged deep within her throat. The webbed fingers of the hand closed around her head and the stalk began to pump vigorously. Magrys squirmed on her hands and knees as if being strangled, but made no move to resist as she was violated. After some time the hand released itself and the phallus disgorged itself from Magrys' throat, spraying her with what looked like human cum.
 
 
 "I understand, master." Magrys said after she had finished coughing and licking up the fluid around her face. Continuing to wipe herself off, she jerked her head towards an empty mouth and the Valkan rose and walked to stand before the assorted grotesqueries that grew inside.
 
 
 "Are you ready to join the dark?" Magrys whispered into the ear of the doomed man. She pressed herself to him, running her hands along his chest and rump. The Valkan's erection became more pronounced as she fondled him.
 
 
 "Are you daft? I would rather die. Not only that, but no gain can come from this abomination! This creature is darkspawn, witch! Eventually it will seek to feast upon even you. Your life will not end as nature ordains but you will be subjected to a perverse rape of what life should be for all eternity!" The Valkan said, spouting defiance with the last of his courage even as his body responded enthusiastically to Magrys' touch.
 
 
 "Spoken like a true slave of the gods. You are brave to spout such nonsense at the hour of your death. I think I shall honor you by breaking that spirit." She began to trace her finger along the man's penus as her other hand squeezed his rump firmly. "You will beg me to kill you, and I will deny you. You will beg me to let you kill yourself, and I will deny you. You shall truly discover the folly of your gods, and the joys of belonging to the dark." At these words, she knelt before him and took him in her mouth.
 
 
 The Valkan could not believe what he was feeling. He had been with women before, but none of their skills could even be compared to the pleasure that wrapped around his shaft. He would have dropped to his knees if the power she held him under did not force him to keep his feet. Soon, her other hand clutched at his balls while she pierced his anus and prodded his prostate with the other. He reached orgasm immediately, but nothing flowed from him. Magrys took him out of her mouth and smiled wickedly up at him. As the Valkan gritted his teeth against a climax that remained climactic, Magrys untied his wrists and stood leaning against the flesh wall in front of him.
 
 
 "I release you from my thrall." She said nonchalantly. The Valkan's hands darted to his shaft and jerked furiously to try and bring the climax to an end. Magrys laughed disdainfully. "Come now. Surely you can find a better way to get off than that."
 
 Ignoring the pun, the Valkan man lunged at Magrys driving his shaft inside her with all his might. His entire focus was upon ending the burning within his groin. Thrusting with all his might the Valkan failed to bring anything out of his swollen member.
 
 
 "Make it stop! Let it end!" He shouted while humping Magrys so hard she bounced in the air.
 
 
 "I cannot." She gasped, her legs spreading and her breath coming and going in orgasms of her own. "Only you can end this now that I don't control you anymore."
 
 
 "My sword! Let me cut it off!" The Valkan yelled slamming Magrys against the wall so hard it knocked her wind away. Biting her lip with teary eyes in her raptured expression, Magrys simply shook her head. "Make it stooooop!" The Valkan begged, stepping backwards and making as if to tear his manhood off with his fingers. His hands made grasping motions mere inches away from the swollen organ, yet he was unable to touch it.
 
 
 "Will you serve me?" Magry's asked softly, sidling up to him as a lover would.
 
 
 "Yes! Please! Let me!" The Valkan shouted desperately.
 
 
 "I will not end what you feel now. You will suffer like that until you join the dark ones when their dominion of this world is complete. Will you still serve me?" She whispered into his ear as she turned him around inside the fanged mouth.
 
 
 "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" The Valkan cried, utter, crazed desperation in his voice. Magrys smiled her beautifully contemptuous smile and stepped outside of the mouth. The tentacles inside began to position themselves for violation of the man. He made no moves to escape as his anus was pierced and his penus was swallowed by the tube like tentacle. The webbed hand positioned itself above his head as the fangs of the mouth closed like the bars of a cage.
 
 
 "You will serve me and suffer then. Forget your old name and your old life. You are now Hullyr, slave of Magrys and servant of the dark ones."
 
 
 "Yes." The Valkan said weakly before the webbed hand and phallus engulfed his head. The tentacle in his rear began to pump and the tentacle on his shaft began to suck. Fluid finally burst from his swollen penus in a torrential orgasm that did not end. Hullyr, thrashed violently inside the cage as Magrys watched in satisfaction.
 
 After an hour of watching the former Valkan suffer, Magrys walked up to the opening of the chamber. She washed herself of Hullyr's leavings and donned the disguise of a titan priestess once more. She then walked by the transparent stomach where the other Valkan was furiously masturbating as the fizzling liquid crept higher and higher.