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The Fall Of An Aasimar	By : Eisrabe81 Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 4996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story contains original characters, but many names of places, spells, monsters, etc are from D&D.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Day 1
- 3-Day 2
- 4-Day 3
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Hey Guys!
This is my first story i ever publish. I hope my style is not too bad. If you find any errors or better phrasing, feel free to comment. If you don't like the content, i am sorry, but it is not up to debate.
The story is about a young aasimar paladin and sellsword who lives and works in and around Baldurs Gate. She gets rid of undead in an old castle. She gets attacked and abducted and now brutal torture and rape awaits her.
Will she endure? Will she survive? Will she turn to darker powers to escape?
Find out!

The last zombie dies without making a sound, like all undead do. Just to be sure, I use one of my last three spells to smite it with radiant energy. If you don't hit them with holy energy they can stand up again.

I was send to this ruin of an old castle to investigate news about an undead rising along the river Chlonthar. Some river traders brought the news to Baldur's Gate and my superiors of the Flaming Fist gave me the quest to see what is happening. Normally a group of adventurers would have been send, but I am an experienced Paladin and a Winged Aasimar, an even more rare subtype of the already rare race. My angelic heritage gives me feathery wings which allow me to fly. This means I could easily escape if there was more to it than ghouls, skeletons and zombies.

As the last zombie falls, I look around and see the carnage I made. My sword has send bones flying and pieces of rotten meat are all over the room I stand in. It is the main hall of a ruined castle and the only room that still has a roof. Stairs lead down into the dungeon where I found the undead.
A ghoul was sitting in a corner of the main hall and surprised me as I entered. But I had cast shield of faith before I entered and its claws were repelled by its holy energy. Two quick cuts and it was down, but the racket created enough sound to alarm more of the undead. They came up the stairs and I could hold them there. It was so cramped, that only one or two of them were able to fight me and I could destroy them without more than a few scratches. When I entered the dungeon I found several more undead and let them up the same stairs. This time I had to use one more smite and now I am alone in this old castle.
I go down again but I find nothing of interest. No sign of the cause of these undead. No rituals, no signs of life, no lasting magic. Not even with my wand of detect magic. I head out and go to the castle yard. The castle is build at the river bank and has a pond with fresh water that comes from the river itself. Since this is upstream from the city the water is very clean and inviting.
I hear a voice in my head: “You should take a bath”. I look around. There is nothing to see, the walls that surrounded this castle are mostly rubble, but they are overgrown by thick bushes and I can't even see the river. For a quick moment I wonder how the traders could see these undead. The yard is about 40 by 50 feet and the pond itself is about 20 by 20. The rest of the yard is grass and soft earth. The wish to take a bath grows and after a final glance around I look at myself in the water.
I see a stunningly beautiful young woman of about 20 years, with long shining silvery hair. My bare arms and legs are long and slender. My body is more athletic than strong and I have problems wearing heavy armor. Therefor I wear a breastplate made out of linen and copper and a skirt which ends above my knees. Heavy boots and a helmet make the rest of my armor. A use a shield with my holy symbol on it and a rapier. My armor and skirt and also my bare arms and legs are splattered with rotten flesh and bone fragments.
The bath would be a very good idea. I take off my helmet and boots, then the armor. Shield and rapier lie next to me. Under the armor I wear a white thick cotton dress of which the skirt is part of. I shed it and my full breasts come bouncing out of it. My loincloth is the last item I drop. Only my holy symbol is still around my neck and I look into the water again.
I like what I see: My well toned body, a flat stomach, visible abs and breasts that could fill a big hand. There is no hair on my slightly tanned body, I never had any and if it wasn't for my wings people could think I am a half elf.
The water is cool and refreshing. I wash down my body and hair and get rid of all the dirt. Sitting down I wash the smooth skin of my legs, my wet hair is clinging to me. My hands run over my body as I wash myself. From my legs up over my pussy and the smooth skin over it, farther up my hard abs, to my breasts. I like the feeling of them. Soft but firm and too big for my own small hands.
Just as I start to weigh my breasts I realize what I did and where I am. I jump out of the water. My nude wet body tenses as I realize what that means: Someone used a spell on me to make me do this!
Just as I am at the rim of the pool I get hit by three arrows, two into my abdomen and one into my butt. The piercing of my flesh is not too bad, I had taken far worse hits. But the poison is. It is meant to paralyze me! I grab my holy symbol with my left hand and cast protection from poison on me and take up my rapier with my other hand while I get out of the pond and in the direction of the lone arrow that had hit my butt. Before I reach the bushes I get hit by another arrow, this time into the small of my back. I hear a curse from in front of me and a man shouts: “Take her out before she slices me up!”
Then I am in the bushes myself, branches are scraping over my bare skin. Then I see him: a man in a leather armor with the symbol of Shar on it. He has a short bow in his hand and draws a dagger.
Then I am upon him. Just as I want to stab him with my rapier, it starts glowing red hot and I have to drop it. Instead of hesitating I punch him in the face and use my second last spell slot to smite him. My fist and the radiant energy hit his face and he falls with a burned head to the ground. I am sure he is dead and look around for the mage who heated my sword.
I hear shouts: “Where is she?”, “What happened?”, “Don't let her escape!”. To my luck, the bushes, that allowed my attackers to surprise me, now help me. I pick up my rapier and the dagger of the man I just killed and sneak through the bushes. Just as I see another man and try to kill him from behind, I feel my body tense up and I can't make another step.
A voice from behind shouts: “I got her, come here!”. I can feel a presence behind me as I try to make a move, but the spell that holds me is too strong. I feel a hand on my right shoulder, that gets dragged over my back and my left hip as the man, who used the spell on me comes slowly around my left side. Now I am very aware of my nakedness. His fingers draw a line in the water on my skin and when he is finally around he grins at me. Without a word he just looks at me and takes in my whole nude body. I would shiver if the spell would allow this and as his finger starts to wander down my abdomen and to the smooth skin of my nether regions I begin to panic. I try to break the spell, but all I can do is stand there and let him fell my body.
Then three more men come to us, all clad in the same armor and armed with bows and daggers. They gape at my glistening body and quickly come over. One whistles as his hands touch my breasts, another goes around me and starts to knead my ass. As I feel their hands on me, I just hope that they kill me quickly.
One takes the dagger and rapier from my hands and says: “You killed our brother. You will pay for it!” They lough and no one seems too distressed with their dead “brother”. No one even looked for him. The man who cast the spell that paralyzes me says: “Let's get done with it. The spell will not hold her forever!”. “How do we do it?”, the man behind me asks, as his fingers probe at my anus. I can feel tears running down my cheeks. I never felt this hopeless. I was mortally wounded, stabbed with a greatsword, poisoned, vampire spawns drained life force out of me, but I was never alone and unable to fight back.
“Just stab her with the arrows and daggers until she feints. I want her in the dungeon. There we can play with her all we want!”
The hope of a quick death vanishes and liquid ice is running through my organs. The vision of me in their dungeon as a “toy” makes me panic even more.
It is till nothing compared to the feeling of a dagger at my abdomen, which gets pushed into me agonizingly slow. I have to look into the eyes of the man in front of me, who had played with my breasts and now slowly stabs me with his dagger while grinning at me with perverse lust. The burning of the cut and the burning of the poison mix to a feeling of indescribable pain. If I could I would throw up, I would run, I would scream, I would punch and kick around me. But I can't. All I can do is stand there in the bushes surrounding an old castle ruin and wait for the sweet unconsciousness, that will bring an end to the pain. I seem to be too tough for their poison as I feel the dagger cutting deeper into me, parting skin, flesh and muscles. Then it hits my inner organs. The pain of my intestines getting slowly cut open is so bad, that I start to pray for my death. But death does not come, instead it cuts deeper and deeper. At some point it hits my spine and even trying to describe the feeling of a dagger scraping over my spine is just not possible.
At this point sweat starts to mix with the water on my naked body. The man behind me pulls the tip of his finger out of my anus, but a barely felt that it was there. “I have an idea!” he shouts in a gleeful voice, but I can not concentrate on him. That changes as he pulls an arrow out of his quiver, poisons it and pushes my lower lips apart. That gets my attention and a moment later, he starts to push the arrow into my pussy! The bladed tip cuts into my labia and further into my vagina. Just when the arrow head reaches my uterus and cuts into my cervix, he pulls it down a bit and twists it around. The pain drives me mad and I can just try to fall unconscious. Then he pushes it into my uterus and it hits the back wall of it. This is when I finally break the spell and while I start to scream I kick out, hitting the guy with the knife in the balls. But this also pushes the tip of the arrow head into and through the skin of my uterus and the pain and the poison, that is now in my reproductive organs, let me fall into unconsciousness.
I wake up with a searing pain deep inside my body. The arrow is still inside my vagina and the man who paralyzed me has cast another heat metal on it. The pain of a red hot arrow tip inside of me is enough to make me immediately faint again. This time I get woken by a healing spell. Only seconds passed since my last faint. The burning pain still lasts and I whimper and moan in pain.
But this time I can assess my situation. I lay on my back in a dungeon. A big mirror is on the ceiling and I can clearly see my situation.
After the pain in my uterus I feel another pain in my legs. They are bound with barbed wires which are coiled around my lower legs and ankles several times and they get pulled to the walls on either side of the dungeon. My legs get pulled to the sides and up, so that my legs in a more than 90 degree angle to each other and my feet are more than a foot above the floor. My legs constantly pulling at the barbed wire is another pain I feel. And I can feel the air at my lower lips, which get pulled apart a bit by my position.
The next pain I feel is in my back and my arms. My arms are pulled behind my back and up to my shoulders, where my wrists are crossed and tied with another barbed wire. Those barbs are pushed into my back and my wrists from my body weight alone. This also pushes my breasts upwards.
My wings are spread out and meat hooks are driven through them and into the ground. Just trying to move them a little shoots jolts of pain through my body.
And I have a ring gag in my mouth, which holds my mouth wide open.
As I look around, I can see torture devices on the walls, an oven with pliers and more meat hooks. Several meat hooks are hanging from the ceiling. The walls and floor are made of rough stone.
As I lie there, the four men are standing around me and look down on me. Now completely helpless and fully nude, they took my holy symbol away, I feel a desperation, that even tops the one I felt in the garden.
“Let's play!” the leader of the group says and the men bend down to me with grins on their faces. I don't want to give them the pleasure of my screams, but I know won't be able to hold them back.
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