<strong>"By Tempus' Hairy Balls!"</strong>Lune thought, half-sagging to the ground under the weight of the net.  She was beginning to wonder if she really had offended some vengeful god or goddess; the half-elf couldn't recall a worse spell of luck.  The thick, woven fibers weighed her down as she tried to wriggle free.  Unfortunately, the net had been made with the intent to capture and the little barbs which dug into her studded leather made it hard to slip out from beneath it.  All around, the lizardmen hissed angrily and she felt the net around her get<em>pulled</em>, the sudden change in momentum overwhelming her and sending her crashing to the muddy floor.  She half-rose, but a heavy thump from a club wielded by one of the lizardmen against the side of her head was enough to make her senses reel.  More strikes soon followed, all the gathered lizardmen joining in with their clubs, thumping her in every which direction - some blows landing against her shoulders, her upper arms,  and between the small of her back.  Another savage blow, this time catching the base of her skull, was enough to cause her into slip into unconsciousness.  Lune sagged in the net, her body going limp as she pitched face-forward onto the marshy ground below.<br/><br/>With a cry of victory, the lizardmen raised a triumphant cry at their prize as one of them picked up the half-elf and slung her over his shoulder like she was a sack of grain before heading back towards the cave.<br/><br/>When she came to her senses again, it was deep into the night.  With a soft groan, she rolled into a crouching position as she felt the knot forming at the back of her head.  Tenderly she probed the bruise with her fingers, hissing in pain as she traced over the bruise.  Apparently, she wasn't the only prisoner; there was also a haggard gnome who was<span class="bbc_u"><em>missing a leg</em></span>.   He was still alive, if the shallow rise and fall of his chest was any indication, but not in a condition to do much.<strong>"Well, won't Elora be pleased?"</strong>Lune muttered under her breath, feeling a bit of irritation that the elven paladin had been right even as she tried to see if there was anything she could do for the gnome.  He did not seem in any immediate danger thankfully and Lune was worried she might make things worse if she tried anything so she left him alone for now.<br/><br/>Now fully awake, she considered her options.  Her armor, her weapons, and almost all her gear was missing; the lizardmen only left Lune with her underwear, a plain set of cotton bra and panties, and overlooked a set of thieves' tools she'd hidden in her bra.  She was in a crude wooden cage, lashed together with vines at the corners, and experimentally she tested the bars using her strength.  For a moment, she exerted herself, setting her jaw and pulling with all her might - trying to force the bars apart so she could slip out or to outright break them.  Once again, no luck.  Giving a huff, she settled back on her haunches and decided to observe her surroundings.<br/><br/>The large black cauldron resting in the middle of the cave seemed quite intimidating.  Ominously, she suspected that was going to be her destination if she didn't escape just like the gnome.  Thankfully, she did seem to have a bit of luck left; there was no wood around the cauldron and no fire going at this very moment.  This meant that the lizardmen weren't planning on eating her probably until sometime tomorrow.  This allowed Lune some time to formulate an escape.  Or to wait for a rescue, since the others would come when she failed to return tomorrow morning.  Admittedly, the half-elf wasn't going to wait for them; she'd make a terrible damsel in distress.  Carefully easing the lockpick free, Lune examined the semi-sharp edge.  It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.  Carefully inserting the lockpick into the thick vines holding the cage together, she began to patiently saw away to try and weaken the binding.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elora followed after Deon reluctantly, her feet dragging behind her.  The camp was left to the care of Misty and Beatrice - with the former already putting the latter to work on her<em>'cleaning'</em>duties.  The tiefling's tongue was softly kissing against the female barbarian's thighs as Misty gave a low, rumbling groan in the back of her throat as her hand roughly twisted in Beatrice's hair.  While the witch was reluctant, her need to impress her Master was great, and so she enthusiastically used her considerable skill to delve Misty's wet folds.  Whether or not the barbarian and her would end up cleaner after this was quite debatable, however.  The lewd sounds sent a flush through the tips of Elora's ears, her sensitive hearing picking up on everything going on behind her.  A part of her wondered how it would feel to have another woman's lips kissing her most intimate regions before that flush intensified and she banished those thoughts with a shake of her head.  Quietly, she resolved to spend an additional hour in prayer to Torm to cleanse herself from all such thoughts!<br/><br/>Already, the elven paladin was silently dreading what the cleric might have in store for her.  Oh, she knew she deserved it; she was so bad, but still!  That fact didn't make anything easier to accept as she kept her head slightly downcast, her arms clasped behind her back as her fingers twisted at the sleeves of her blouse.<br/><br/><strong>"Pants."</strong>Deon snapped his fingers impatiently, pointing to the elf's pants and indicating she should pull them down.<br/><br/><strong>"B-but Si-sir..."</strong>Elora stammered weakly, her will rising briefly to resist before the cleric trained his gaze on her, his expression indicating that if he had to repeat himself, her punishment would be much worse.  And so, the elven paladin undid her belt and proceeded to tug down her breeches, leaving them in a heap around her ankles.  With shame stamped all over her face, she stood awkwardly in her white cotton panties - feeling like she was a child again awaiting her punishment in Matron Matilda's study.<br/><br/>Elora was an orphan; an attack on her village by the evil drow left everyone in her community dead.  Through a twist of fate, or in her mind - Torm's faithful protection, she escaped notice and survived.  A penniless child, she was taken in a local monastery and put under the care of Matron Matilda, a stern older, middle-age woman.  To earn her keep, she was made to do all sorts of menial chores - scrubbing pots and pans, mending clothes, sweeping and cleaning all being her daily tasks.  Shirking her chores, backtalk, swearing, and any 'whorish' behavior was all met with a fresh willow switch that the Matron cut herself every year.  Spankings, canings, having her mouth washed out with soap, kneeling in the closet, kneeling with her face to the corner were commonplace occurrences in Elora's youth; in fact, Matron Matilda's requirements and demands only seemed to increase as the elf blossomed into an attractive young lady.<br/><br/>Yet Elora did not harbor any ill will towards Matron Matilda.  In fact, she had been grateful for the older woman's guidance and knew she was only doing it out of care and concern.  In fact, she might have ended being Matilda's successor in time but the gods had a different path for her.  As her gift was manifested, it was obvious that Elora was called by Torm to serve as one of his holy warriors.  And so, she had been bundled off to the Order of the Golden Lion to receive her training as a paladin.<br/><br/><strong>"Bend over.  Grab your ankles."</strong>Deon's voice was tempered, but demanded obedience as Elora hesitated again before complying, feeling her bottom stick out.<strong>"Good girl,"</strong>he uttered his praise, leaving her awkwardly bent as she felt him trace the cleft of her ass through her panties before giving her a firm pat and squeeze.  In response, Elora gave a small squeal - the sensation plus all the blood rushing to her face, a bright blush staining her cheeks.  Slowly, ever so slowly, the elven paladin's panties were tugged down to expose her bottom as she shuddered when she felt Deon's fingers traced her crotch, feeling herself dampen further in response.<strong>"Someone's quite wet,"</strong>Deon playfully remarked, his thumb now bumping the elf's exposed clitoris as her breath came shallowly.<strong>"In fact, of all the girls, you might be the wettest..."</strong>A further, more demanding stroke had Elora's hips bucking as she felt her breath hitch...<br/><br/><strong>"That might be the only time when you're actually the leader,"</strong>Deon's voice now turned stern as his hand withdrew to now firmly smack her exposed bottom as the elven paladin bit her lower lip, feeling shame at the cleric's rebuke.  A small whine came in the back of her throat as her fingers tightened on her ankles, desperately wanting to satisfy the ache in her loins.  She could feel Deon's gaze weighing her.<strong>"Good girl,"</strong>he said after a moment as Elora let loose a breath she did not know she was holding, feeling the tension drain from her body.  Another smack to her bottom caught her by surprise as this time she did yelp, giving a high-pitched cry.<br/><br/><strong>"A good leader leads by example."</strong>Deon's hand came down again in a loud smack.<strong>"You need to set a pattern for all the other girls to follow."</strong>Another smack followed, hitting a particularly sweet spot as Elora moaned in spite of her best effort, feeling her shame increase.<strong>"This is why, starting tomorrow morning, you'll record all your failures for the day in a journal I am going to provide you."</strong>The spanks had now stopped as the cleric began to trace the tight pucker of Elora's ass as the elf now wriggled uncomfortably even as her thighs began to drip with further arousal at the sensation.  Her sensitive ears tingled as Deon traced the forbidden area, feeling her shame magnify with each passing moment.<strong>"For example, today you would have at least two failures - the first one being your foolish decision to chase after the lizardmen without any advance scouting or a proper battle plan.  This put us all in danger.  Your second failure was arguing with Lune afterwards about whether the gnome was alive or not; she has a sharp tongue and you should know better than to encourage it.  Though you were much wiser when we broke for camp, asking for <em>my </em>opinion on the matter."</strong>Deon's fingers now came back to the paladin's crotch and briefly went inside as Elora now gave a loud, uncontrolled moan as her hips waggled back and forth.  Another smack to her bottom followed that as the cleric went back to teasing her rosebud, Elora's knuckles completely white from clenching her hands so tightly.<br/><br/><strong>"At the end of each night, you will kneel and present the book to me.  Then, in front of all the other girls, I will read aloud your failures and decide appropriate punishments for each and everyone." </strong>Leaning in, the cleric's breath now tickled Elora's heated ears as the sensation was almost enough to bring her to her knees.<strong> "For example, I may ask Lune to hunt for some roots of wild ginger; I think a <em>figging </em>every now and again will be needed when you're being a bad little girl."</strong>His thumb was now pressing once again against her the pucker of her ass, her own arousal coating it as he began to tease it apart.<strong>"Now, I'd like an oath from your lips..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"S-sir?  Is th-this a-all real-really ne-necess-necessary?"</strong>Elora stammered, her shame and her arousal at their peak, her ass clenched tight against the intrusion.<br/><br/><strong>"And you have your third failure for today..."</strong>Deon murmured even as his thumb pressed in further, forcing Elora to clench tighter as her hips trembled with the effort.<br/><br/><strong>"Wa-wait!"</strong>The elven paladin's voice had a note of panic to it.  But this time, Deon was going to claim what was his.<br/><br/><strong>"Swear it!"</strong>The cleric barked at her.<br/><br/><strong>"I-I sw-swear!"</strong>Elora cried out, feeling the tears stream down her face, even as she felt Deon's thumb enter back '<strong><em>there</em></strong>' - finally winning against her resistance as the moment overwhelmed her.<strong>"B-by t-the Lo-loyal Fu-fury To-tor-torm an-and Hi-his migh-mighty Han-hand!  M-muh-may H-he righ-righteously jud-judge m-muh-me i-if I-I dis-disobey y-you-your com-command..."</strong>Her voice had trailed off at the end, becoming a bare whisper as her throat grew tight.  How could you use the name of her god for something like this?  The sense of shame was unbearable, yet at the same time, Elora had never felt this<em>aroused</em>before.  She was now openly weeping, her tears falling onto the ground below - her whole body being wracked by her sobs, even as Deon now comforted her, his free hand rubbing the small of her back.<br/><br/><strong>"Good.  You're such a good girl, Elora."</strong>The cleric's voice was now soothing and gentle, allowing her to slowly regain control of herself.   She still felt the shame - both from her oath plus the thought that Deon was touching her '<em><strong>dirty</strong></em>' spot, but there was also the warm glow from the cleric's approval as she felt her heart soar.  Plus now that his thumb had made its way into her bottom, Elora did not find the sensation unpleasant - though it did feel a little uncomfortably large.<br/><br/><strong>"S-sir?"</strong>she stammered after moment, realizing that Deon's thumb was still firmly in her ass.<br/><br/><strong> "Don't worry, I'm simply seeing to your reward."</strong>The elven paladin thought Deon's voice had a playful edge even as his fingers began to stroke across her puffy lower lips, skillfully keeping his thumb firmly lodged inside of her.  His other hand, which had been on the small of her back, now crept up to her sensitive right ear.  Delicately, Deon timed the strokes of the fingers at her crotch with the fingers at her ear as Elora felt an immense orgasm surge through her - the sensation enough to cause her legs to buckle as she fell to her knees though somehow she did still keep clutching her ankles like she had been ordered to.  When she attempted to rise, she was stopped by a gentle tug on said ear.<strong>"It's okay; stay right there,"</strong>Deon's voice was warm and comforting even as he wriggled his thumb back and forth, the sensation sending a fresh gasp to Elora's lips.  His hand now made its way from her right ear to begin to trace her left one even as his fingers began to skillfully stroke her damp sex again.  And to her surprise and shame, the elven paladin was even more aroused than previously...