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The chains firmly binding Karlach's hands together rattled as the fiery tiefling let out a cry from the bottom of her infernal heart.
"Fuck you, Tav! If you show your face, I'll beat the shit out of you!"
She would never forgive him. Never! How dared he gain her trust, spend so many nights starazing while she snuggled with him, only to end up selling her back to this fucking bastard Gortash?! She couldn't decide if she was supposed to cry or rage. There was no way she could survive another captivity. The time she had spent under Zariel's thumb had scarred her and doomed her future, but she was still determined to make the most of whatever time she had left. And now, even that was robbed from her?
Karlach let out a final cry, destined towards Zariel, Gortash, Tav... all of those who made her suffer. She dropped to her knees, the hard, coarse rock of her cell scratching her skin.
"No way... it can't end like this..."
Sleep was hard to find, but hours without seeing the faintest sign of life, without food nor light, could overcome any rage she still had left burning inside. Her cramped muscles would scream later, as Gortash had her thrown in a cell where a common-sized human would barely be able to lay down. Her tall, muscular build forced her to contort if she wanted some sleep.
Slumped down in the filth, Karlach woke up some time later, feeling like her bones were about to burst out of her skin. The light coming from beyond the opened cell's door struck her eyes. Thankful for her tiefling heritage that allowed her to see in the dark, she squinted at the silhouette standing in the door. There he was, the fucking bastard.
Karlach lunged forward, determined to wring Tav's neck with her own two hands, even if it was the last thing she'd do. Alas, the chains cuffing her hands were hooked to the wall, and her arms almost dislocated as her momentum disappeared instantly.
“Tsk tsk, Karlach… I expected you to behave better, you know?”
He expected her to behave? After he literally sold her back to the man responsible for the past ten years of her life, lost in the Blood War for a cause she hated? Karlach bared her pointy teeth and growled at him, the only act of defiance she could muster in her shameful position. Unarmed, chained up, naked and covered in filth, she looked nothing like the high and mighty barbarian that had helped vanquish Ketheric Thorm or unmask the doppelgangers spreading chaos and terror in Baldur’s Gate. She resembled nothing at all.
Tav shot her an amused look.
“I see how quickly you settled back to being the mindless beast Zariel saw in you, after all. That makes it much easier. After all, there’s nothing wrong in teaching a wild animal discipline, is it?”
Before she could understand the words leaving his mouth, a torrent of water crushed Karlach’s prostrated body, washing away everything that stuck to her red skin. Steam floated around her as the magically generated water evaporated in contact with her burning skin.
“Now that the savage is clean, let’s move to the meat of it, shall we?”
Strong arms lifted Karlach’s burly body from the floor, instead slamming her face first in the wall oozing with moisture and scratched by generations of helpless prisoners. The acrid smell of moisture assaulted the tiefling’s nose as Tav forced her face on the wall, using her intact horn as a natural handle. His other hand pulled back her hips to perk up her ass closer to his crotch and Karlach drew a small, pathetic yelp as she felt his cock rest on her lower back, his balls hot and heavy on her crack.
“You see, Karlach, potions of fire resistance really work wonders.”
“Fuck you,” she snarled, before Tav’s thick rod slid down her cheeks to rest on her puckered asshole.
“Language. Maybe this will set you straight, then.”
Karlach’s screams came out instinctively as her former leader pushed forward, applying a cruel, unyielding pressure on her hole until he managed to push in her unwilling body. Her throat tightened with great efforts, as the tiefling tried her damned best to silence her moans and pained cries as Tav pushed deeper and deeper in her guts. The bastard had not even bothered with lube, not that it would have helped, as it would have been instantly destroyed by her body heat. Still, the thought would have been appreciated. Instead, this monster of an adventurer was spreading her anal walls with his rod, applying an increasingly greater strength. Her sphincter walls put up the best fight they could, but Tav, as was his method, simply overpowered them.
Karlach gasped when Tav finally pushed through and settled his heavy balls on her lower lips. An additional proof that he had conquered her initial resistance, as if the burning pain tearing her lower body wasn’t enough. She knew, for having been witness to the aftermath of so many battles with him, that Tav preferred his women unwilling and combative, his eyes shining the brightest when the spark of hope extinguished in his victim’s eyes.
She could feel his smirk now, even if she couldn’t see his face. For someone who praised her power and looks so often, Tav was taking perverse pleasure in turning her, the woman to whom he had professed his love and admiration, into a blank slate, a broken mind leaving only an empty shell behind for his own use. Anger flared through her body, flames flickered from her pores, but Tav only chuckled.
“Oh, looks like the claws are coming out. Too bad you can’t do shit!”
As if to punish her, Tav pulled back from her distended ring only to thrust back in again, this time with the ferocity Karlach was used to seeing him subject his other conquests to.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
Karlach’s cries filled the whole corridor outside her cell, a cruel reminder of how far she had fallen. Tav’s cock was stretching her way beyond her limit, and the tiefling barbarian could already feel fluids drip down her thighs. Tearful laments left her lips, the pain of having her sphincter stretched until blood started flowing a painful reminder of how far she had fallen. She cursed loudly every single time his loaded testicles swung upwards and battered her buttocks with their heavy weight. More than the physical pain, the constant reminder of the pleasure Tav was getting from her abused body chipped down at her mental barriers. Whatever shift happened in him, now he only saw her as one more woman to break down in the most humiliating way possible.
His cock dragged more and more blood with each thrust, barely visible in the dark against her red skin as it dripped down her body, leaving small stains on the uneven ground. To add insult to injury, Tav delivered a solid slap on her toned asscheek, eliciting an additional pitiful cry of pain for the once-proud barbarian as her body jerked and contracted her asshole around the bastard’s cock.
This last reaction seemed to do wonders on Tav’s fully erect, blood-soaked cock. His shaft contracted and burst, dropping what seemed like gallons of potent, steaming seed straight in his former companion’s intestines. Karlach moaned in pain, her mind torn to rags only able to register the most basic signals. The neverending flow of cum sloshed inside of her, a pure torture whenever her body underwent the slightest change in position.
“Fuck, that’s good! That should teach you a lesson.”
Tav wasn’t sure if his voice reached the tiefling’s cognition, but in truth, he didn’t care. All that mattered right now was her now gaping hole, spurts of cum ejected from her ass by uncontrollable farts that added to Karlach’s disgrace. With one kick behind her knees, Tav brought the fiery tiefling down, her unresponsive face dragging down on the wall. His job here was done.
“Alright. Be a good girl and stay here, will you? Gortash and I have an Elder Brain to subdue. After that, well… I know an archdevil who would pay handsomely to have her pet back.”
He chuckled darkly before leaving, locking the door behind him. Karlach, the intense, caring, beautiful barbarian, would never be let out of Avernus ever again.