The babau pulled out of Sabisstra's womanhood, but he was not intent on ending his fun quite so soon.  Assuming a sitting position on her chest he kneaded her breasts around his shaft and began the thrusting again.  The tip of his phallus brushed up against the drow's face with every push, the underside moving across her soft lips.<br/><br/>"Suck it," the demon commanded.  Burying his hand in Sabisstra's hair he brought her head forward so that he could easily enter her mouth.  Even with the shielding of her breasts his large member reached out to part her lips and fill her cheeks.  The sensation of her warm skin flanking his shaft, combined with the forced tonguing of his head he subjected her to, gradually brought him closer and closer to release...<br/><br/>He turned her over, subjecting her to another humiliation position.  Sabisstra could not see what was going on, but she could feel that all-to-familiar penis throbbing between her twin orbs, sliding over her asshole yet never entering her.<br/><br/>The demon groaned, his member growing hot to the touch, as he emptied himself all over her back and coating her hair in his cum.<br/><br/>"I'll be summoning the succubi now," he said, "now that I warmed you up for them."<br/><br/>He teleported again, and Sabisstra was alone again, if only for a few moment.  There was so much cum on her, running from the back of her head all the way down to the crack of her ass; her back was such a mess that pieces of the sheets stuck to her if she rolled over in bed.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Mmmm, it looks like you had some fun," the familiar voice of Malreth said.  A finger ran across Sabisstra's semen-covered body and into the succubus' mouth.  "Don't worry, we'll treat you much better than he did."<br/><br/><br/>Without even giving her the dignity of cleanliness, Malreth grabbed Sabisstra and teleported back into the succubi's love chamber.  Elgazia and Namestol were completely nude, making out on the bed as they pleasured each other.<br/><br/>"Ah, she returns," Elgazia whispered.  "The poor drow looks like she's all tuckered out."<br/><br/>"It's for the best," Namestol said.  "She'll be in less of a mood to run away this time."<br/><br/>And with that they groped and molested the dark elf; there was not a single place their hands, their lips, did not touch.<br/><br/>"You might be rebellious now," Namestol said as her tail teased Sabisstra's cunt, "but in time you'll grow to enjoy life here, serving the lusts of travelers and being served yourself in turn."<br/><br/>"You'll crave the cock, looking forward every day at the Amaranth Palace to the touch of man," Malreth said right before she locked lips with Sabisstra.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Sabisstra suffers a negative level.</em></div></div><br/>"We'll apply the right touch to your mind, here and there," she continued.  "Only just enough to make you pliable, nothing more."<br/><br/>Once again Namestol locked gazes with Sabisstra, subjecting her to that memory-draining power.  But unbeknownst to her it did not work, and Sabisstra was privy to all the preparations they did to immerse her in their fantasy land.<br/><br/>As part of their routine to break Sabisstra's Will, Namestol and her partners applied illusion magic about the room between memory drains, convincing her that time had passed, and that she was back in the Amaranth Palace.  They took the forms of both men and women 'clients,' fucking her between turns.<br/><br/>"This drow pussy's amazing!" Elgazia said disguised as a 'client.'  "No matter how many times I come back, she's just as tight!"<br/><br/>Namestol took the form of Madame Lemaire during the next phase in her 'offices.'  "Your many weeks of service here have been amazing," she said.  "In due time you might become the Amaranth Palace's star attraction.  Maybe then I'll grant you some more freedoms..."<br/><br/>The next several hours were a blurry, tiring haze of cocks, cunts, kisses, and caresses.  Sabisstra's previous ordeals, combined with the multiple sessions of lovemaking by the endlessly energetic succubi, pushed even her over the edge until she could not keep up anymore.  Eventually sleep claimed her as the succubi had their way with her one last time in their true forms.  Their continued molestation of her body filled the dark elf's head with pleasant, erotic dreams.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Waking up back in Madhouse</span></div><br/>Even demons needed sleep, and they passed out together with Sabisstra on the bed.  During this time the planar charm within the drow's stomach glowed again, and transported her back to the cavernous city of Pandemonium.  She came to in the room she had used as a safehouse, along with the equipment she left behind.<br/><br/>With more free time to explore, Sabisstra has several options.<br/><br/><strong>Buy supplies:</strong>Madhouse is a poor city, with little in the way of equipment suitable for adventurers or drow assassins.  However, the Bleak Cabal operates a supply shop to generate revenue for the community.  Anything worth 500 gold pieces or less can be bought here, including poisons.<br/><br/><strong>Gather Information:</strong><br/><br/><strong>DC 10:</strong>Madhouse is a popular waypoint for travelers going through Pandemonium.  As most folk have little incentive to travel here, it sees less trade than most cities its size.<br/><br/><strong>DC 15:</strong>Madhouse doesn't have a centralized government beyond the Bleak Cabal, an organization mainly dedicated to providing civil services to all inhabitants of the city.  They don't have much worth stealing, and the work they do puts most inhabitants on their good side.<br/><br/><strong>DC 20:</strong>A significant portion of the city is insane.  Those afflicted with illnesses which prevent them from surviving on their own are taken care of by the Bleak Cabal, and the majority tend to structure their lives around their illness so to prevent complications.  Due to this there is a significant undercurrent of social niceties revolving around the avoidance of triggering conflict provided that these people harm nobody.  A delusional person who believes themselves to be a long-forgotten hero might work as the town guard and treated with respect, while someone who has agoraphobia sticks to the tunnels and narrow passages of the city.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The oldest section of city surrounds a citadel which is actually an old inn.  Local history pins the creation of the town around this building, and from there it grew into the Bleak Cabal's central administration.  Adventurers seeking to journey into Pandemonium's depths gather supplies and make plans here.