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I Can't Believe They Chose Me To Infiltrate Faerûn 06


With the capture of Zesstra and her patrol, my cult was now nearly eighty strong. The largest fraction were male drow, most of whom had taken readily to the new order once they swore their loyalty. Fealty-Acknowledging Audience provided a familiar context for their relationship towards me, so they all fell in line without any trouble. The problem was their former superiors.
The drow of Ched Nasad, like most drow cities, were organized in matriarchal houses. Each house had its own military, functionally led by the men, with female clerics acting as political officers. Thus every patrol we captured had one or two drow women at its head, and their response in the face of reverential awe and terror was less than helpful. Unfortunately, I couldn't just render them down for parts as, despite lacking any magic due to the Silence of Lolth, they were all educated well enough to make useful thaumaturges. That left me with seven valuable, backstabbing, bitchy women who would stop at nothing to remove anyone I installed over them. There had been eight, but one of them tried to knife Ako in her sleep. The rest were more circumspect after that.
The sabotage and power plays came to a head about a week before Zesstra arrived. Two of the women, who have since been renamed Dummy and Retard, were sisters from House Sanzyllyn. Being from a minor house, they weren't foolish enough to try Ako, the daughter of Matron Aleanrahel. That didn't mean they were smart though, cause Retard had the brilliant idea to sabotage Tolo's workstation. Dummy's contribution to the plan was to steal the vitriol Tolo had been using to make chalcanth, and make a water bucket trap with it on the goblin crew's door. The idea in their tiny elven brains was that, since Tolo and Sprigs the Goblin were my best thaumaturges, killing them would open a spot for them to become my favorite students.
It didn't work of course. The squad of erymanthoi on duty in the workshop swooped in as soon as Tolo's firmin escaped containment, beating it to death in a matter of seconds. The trap on the goblin barracks didn't even catch anyone. Goblins have rogue as their favored class for a reason. It could have been much worse though, so I decided to make an example of them.
Now, I'd structured the cult on racial lines. Each racial group was their own separate unit, with separate leaders and duties. Problems within the units were dealt with by the chief, while any interracial conflict was brought to either me or Stanewald. Given that every mortal in the cult held me in reverential terror and awe, this was a very stable system. Of course, thanks to Lolth, female drow are fuckups who view everything through psycho-colored lenses. Since every racial unit was ostensibly equal, they interpreted that as meaning they could get closer to me by removing any rivals. Thus, if I kept them as part of the drow unit, they would just continue trying to sabotage the other groups, or try to unseat Tolo as the drow chief.
No, the best solution was to make drow women their own unit, and explicitly place them under every single group in the cult. The only individuals with less power were the spare sesseljae, even the drows' perroneles had command authority over them. Being reduced in power below their own armor was pretty bad, but it wasn't going to be enough though. To make the lesson more effective, I decreed that all offenses would be met with communal punishment. For Dummy and Retard's assassination attempt, I had thought to revoke the clerics' clothing privileges, but then realized that would hurt Ako, who actually wanted to go naked for me. Keeping the female drow from hiding anything was a good idea though, so I doubled down and confiscated their hair as well as their clothing. Also got to introduce Toril to the wonders of waxing.
Even with the clerics now visibly at the bottom of the totem pole, Dummy and Retard still needed a personalized punishment. For that, I handed them over to the bugbears. Moe, Larry, and Curly were duly appreciative; none of the neomah I'd summoned as cooks and prostitutes were into the rough stuff. With Dummy and Retard though, they didn't have any such rules, except to stop when the sesselja said. And since the bugbears only got them during leisure hours, the two still had to work with their unit during the day, leading to a rather subdued mood among the clerics lately.
The overall structure of the cult thus stood with me at the top and the second circle demons immediately below. Stanewald had the highest essence, so she was officially my second in command, aided by also having the best social skills of my summons. Mostly she just continued digging and fortifying the cavern, layering wards against intrusion over every new tunnel. Sondok's only responsibility was to be my bodyguard, though she did assist in weapons training as long as I was participating. Berengiere had quite happily taken up the role of teaching the duergar and drow the art of weaving relics and politely declined my offer to give her an official position of authority. 
My army of first circles retained the same structure I'd developed back in Malfeas, mimicking the Realm's legions. The scale of erymanthoi were largely stationary guards, broken into fangs and positioned throughout the cavern complex. A score of heranhal smiths were my engineer corps, assigned to assisting Stanewald, crafting an armory, and teaching the mortals on a rotational basis. With twenty smiths, I also needed prostitutes, so a few dozen neomah had their towers built into the walls of the cafeteria. They were also responsible for cooking, since it was disturbingly common for their kind to pick up wifely skills while acting as a summoned girlfriend in Creation. The perroneles and sesseljae were more like equipment than members of the army, but I'd made sure everyone had a living armor and all the important people had a bug.
As for the mortals, Ako was technically my high priestess in this world, but she still needed some training. On paper, the various racial chiefs answered to her, but I made sure they knew to check with me or Stanewald first, at least until she was a bit more seasoned. Below her, Tolo was in charge of the drow, Sprigs led the goblins, Moe the bugbears, while Ungrol and Hammy led the duergar and orcs respectively. Ako was also directly in charge of the female drow, though they were subservient to every member of the cult.
"So, that's where you lot come in," I told my audience of newly summoned demons, wrapping up the presentation. With the plan to make contact with House Aleanrahel and Zesstra's Daughters of the Shadow Weave, I was going to be away for at least a week, probably longer. While the only mortals I actually cared about would be coming with me, I decided to take the time and over-prepare. Just in case. Even if the demons couldn't be killed and the cultists were ultimately disposable, it would really suck to have a setback just because I didn't take the time for contingency plans. Also, by bringing in some specialists, I could continue training the minions.
That was why I had a double fang each of teodozjia and anuhles, some demonic functionaries, a single fers baidak, and Gumela, the Jeweled Auditor. Plus a bunch of perroneles and sesseljae for them all, can never have too many of those. "Baidak, you're my strategist. While I'm away, you have tactical command. Teodozjia," I continued and all the jade lions turned as one. Fucking creepy bastard. "You have multiple jobs. First and foremost, you're my sentinels. Baidak will assign each of you to a cavern, where you will watch for intrusion and alert the cult should anything happen. You'll also have a fang of erymanthoi assigned to you and in the event of an invasion will act as communication relays. Understood?"
They all nodded as one, then the lion closest to me asked, "And what of the mortals?"
"Yes, you can proselytize. You're not allowed to harm them permanently though, no matter how stupid or blasphemous they get. We're still new here, so they genuinely don't have a clue."
"Yes, summoner," he growled quietly. 
Stupid lions. If they weren't the most effective hive mind in Hell, I'd never bother with them. Of course, given that the next best hive was a swarm of coprophilic beetles with the personality of a rabid pit-bull, one makes do. Moving on, I addressed the demon spiders. "Anuhles, you're with Berengiere and the heranhal. Make whatever they tell you and you'll get all the locusts you can eat. When I return, we'll go on a hunt." That got a disturbing cheer from the pack of giant spiders, and I excused them to follow their new boss to the looms. "Aalu and nenekes, you're Gumela's staff. Gumela, you're the new headmaster of the school I've started."
It was somewhat gratifying to see him wince at the order. "Don't worry," I reassured him. "You don't have to teach personally, that's why you have staff. I just need you to keep things organized and under control." The look of incredulity in his eyes actually made me laugh, causing Sondok to slowly shake her head. "I'll explain, one moment. Okay everyone, you're dismissed. Angyalkae," I snapped my fingers at the three demons I had yet to give instructions. "Go find the neomah den and hang out there. You're here to play music." 
Once all the first circles had filed out, it was just Gumela, Sondok, and I. "Sir?" Gumela asked, his gemstone face somehow expressive despite its immobility. Right now it was expressing respectful disbelief in my sanity.
"Listen, I don't care if you turn the cult into an orgy as long as they don't kill each other. And they have to keep training, that's important," I added as an afterthought. "The problem is that I've got eighty sociopathic morons, all from cultures where advancement is traditionally over the corpse of your predecessor." Both demons stared at me. "And I don't want that in my cult," I explained slowly.
"What I want is a cohesive and cooperative cult, where everyone tries to get ahead by exceeding their rivals, rather than harming them. The problem is- okay, there's a bunch of problems, but the biggest problem is that this region is full of rival cultures, all of whom hate each other, all of whom are assholes, and I'm trying to scavenge cultists from them. So while everyone's pretty thoroughly brainwashed to think I'm the best thing ever, they're still all running on their native cultural mores and I just don't have time to fix that. If I had Yaeri here, we could use Lunar social charms to rewire them, but all I've got for that is Will-Crushing Force. And I don't need automatons." As I spoke I had a sudden idea for a Malfeas social-training charm and had to suppress a snort at the image. "I've been doing this the slow way, but since I'm leaving for a while, I need someone to hold down the fort while I'm gone. That you can teach is just a bonus."
"I see…" he nodded, trailing off thoughtfully. "With all due respect, and I'm not complaining," he hastened to add, "But why not Lucien?"
"Yeah sure, he could do this way better than you, if I wanted to lose half the cult. When I've got bodies to spare, I'll summon him."
"What about Mara?" Sondok asked disingenuously, long familiarity allowing me to catch the slight quirk in her lips as she carefully didn't smirk.
"Oh fuck right off," I scoffed. Gumela frowned in mild confusion, so I added, "I don't summon Dragon spawn. Fuck that bitch."
"He won't even speak to them," Sondok put in helpfully. "Alveua tried to confront him at the last Althing and he actually banished her to another layer of Malfeas."
"Fuck all them bitches and fuck the Ebon Dragon too," I said vehemently before beckoning Gumela to follow me into the corridor. "Anyway, why don't I show you around and introduce your students. See, we've got a few problem children for whom your talents are uniquely suited. To be perfectly honest, I don't actually care what condition they're in when I return, as long as they're still capable of performing thaumaturgy." 
Throwing open the door to the locust pits, I was greeted with a chorus of "MASTER" from the drow women producing candied locust amber. They all dropped their work and eagerly swarmed over, crowding around the door in an attempt to reach me. Even Dummy and Retard were smiling, despite their bruises.
"Okay, everyone back up," I ordered, shooing the elves backwards. "Bitches, this is Gumela. Gumela, these are the bitches. They're the stupid mortals who think they can manipulate me by attacking their fellow cultists," I introduced them, the drow hanging their heads or looking away in embarrassment. "Normally, they'd answer to my high priestess, but she's coming with me, so they're all yours." The demon gave me a bemused look, so I added, "Hey Retard, tell Headmaster Gumela why I'm upset." The drow shrank down slightly, refusing to look me in the eye. "Oh, that's right, you can't talk anymore," I 'remembered', theatrically stroking my beard. Summoning Berengiere was one of my best decisions since arriving here; not only do I not have to listen to either of them, but I'm getting magic pants out of the deal. "Pack up your work," I ordered, pointing at Dummy and Retard before turning back to their new keeper. "These two thought they could get on my good side by sabotaging my workshop, releasing a chalcanth demon, and trying to murder half a dozen other cultists with a loose bucket of vitriol." Gumela winced at that, vitriol was a nasty way to go. "So while I need you to give all of them some good hard 'training', pay special attention to Dummy and Retard here. In fact, why don't you get started, the rest of the tour can wait."
Gumela glanced over, the crystal mask of his face reflecting a mix of lust, amusement, and bemusement at the situation I'd just thrown him in. "Very well, sorcerer. If you think that's best; I will find you once I have finished their initial examination."
Giving the suddenly trepidatious drow a cheerful wave, I backed out the door, closing it as the demon unveiled his tentacles.
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I Can't Believe They Chose Me To Infiltrate Faerûn 05


"Well done, Ako-hon," I praised my priestess. Squatting in front of the prisoner, I examined her thoughtfully. 
While debriefing Ako, she had given me a list of everyone she knew, including her various sisters. The one that caught my interest was Zesstra, as I recalled several mentions of her in various Forgotten Realms sourcebooks. Her canon plot hook was that she was a secret priestess of Shar, rather than Lolth. She even had a Sharran artifact, Gorothir's Girdle, which didn't really look like much in person. Her plotline involved trying to seize control of Ched Nasad, the nearby drow settlement, and failing horribly due to a terrorist attack that collapsed the entire city and killed nearly everyone.
Of course, I didn't really care about that. What did interest me, however, was the fact that she not only had sufficient pull to get me a personal audience with the Matron Mother of House Aleanrahel, but also had a secret cult of her own, loyal to Shar. In other words, I would have thousands of minions just as soon as I suborned this one drow. Of course, that's when Ako kicked her in the boobs again.
"Hey, knock it off," I scolded, catching her foot as she wound up for another. "I need your sister intact."
The drow girl wilted immediately. "I'm sorry!" she apologized tearfully. "I just- I thought…" she tried to explain before hanging her head. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," I reassured her, enveloping her slim form in a hug. "But I need her to spread my gospel to the city; she can't do that if she's dead."
Ako sniffled quietly into my shoulder, regaining her composure. After a moment, she whispered quietly, "But she doesn't need her breasts for that, does she? No one likes stupid udders like hers, can't we just cut them off?"
Ah, that would explain it. While Ako was objectively more beautiful than her sister, she was remarkably tall and skinny. For a drow, of course. Zesstra, on the other hand, was more than a little curvy. With her wide hips and narrow waist, she was built more like a human than any of the elves I'd seen so far, including a truly magnificent pair of breasts. Sure, they couldn't be more than a D cup, but on her frame they looked absolutely massive.
I rolled my eyes with an amused sigh. Patting Ako on the head, I shooed her over towards her other prisoners, the rest of Zesstra's patrol. "Go secure the males; I need to have a chat with your sister." 
"Yes Master," she acquiesced, reluctantly letting go. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, she pointed warningly at Zesstra before rejoining her erymanthoi. 
With Ako's enthusiasm otherwise occupied, I could now get to work. I picked up my prisoner by the arms, drawing a strangled cry of pain as her fractured bones ground against each other. Sondok followed dutifully behind as I made my way to the carefully sound-proofed torture chamber. A handful of minions training in the main cavern paused their katas to watch as I stripped the prisoner naked, ignoring her feeble struggles. I handed her armor off to one of them, a goblin whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember, ordering him to deliver it to Tolo in the lab. My demon army had captured a number of locals, mostly drow, but also goblinoids, orcs, and a handful of duergar. The drow and duergar were the most useful, but goblins made nicely sycophantic lackeys.
The torture room was a bare stone hole gouged from the rock, its only furnishing a steel table with manacles welded to each corner. As always, Biryu settled himself at the threshold when I shut the door, guarding us from being disturbed. I dropped the priestess on the table, not bothering to chain her down just yet. A gentle touch to her forehead impressed the knowledge of Old Realm on her, while also illuminating the pitch darkness for Sondok. "Oh Zesstra," I said softly. "What am I going to do with you?" Her eyes widened in alarm, reflecting the venomous light of my caste mark. "Yes, you're in the shit now, love," I told her, nodding seriously.
"W-wha are 'oo?" she slurred, stuttering as she realized she was no longer able to speak Undercommon. 
"I'm a Slayer, The Slayer by some accounts. A Prince of the Green Sun, Chosen of Hell." Now that made sense to her, divine Chosen were well known to clergy throughout Toril, if rare enough that you'd never actually meet one. The Chosen were also usually terrifying, immortal juggernauts of magic who could end a simple cleric like her simply by thinking too hard in her direction. "Don't worry dear, I'm not going to kill you," I said reassuringly, patting her on the thigh. She flinched away from my touch, but I dug my fingers in with a vicious smile. "I'm also your new lord and master," I informed her, adding, "The only question is how much pain you're going to go through to learn this."
I'll give her this, she had balls. Despite the obvious fear in her eyes, she managed to try and spit at me. With her jaw dislocated she only managed to dribble blood and saliva down her chin, but it's the thought that counts. "I' ne'er ow uh oo!" she declared defiantly. 
I glanced at Sondok. "Did you catch that?" She shook her head silently. Turning back to the drow I shrugged. "I have no idea what you just said; why don't I fix you up a bit so we can talk like civilized people?" I gently forced her to lay flat, copping a feel of her tits in the process. Very nice, 8/10 for softness and full marks on form. "I can heal you good as new if you'd like, all your pain gone," I said, looming over her with my hand on her chest. "All you have to do is say please."
She spit at me again. With a sigh, I wiped the mess off her mouth, flicking it on the floor. Draught of Sweet Infinity was easily my best brainwashing charm as it created an instant intimacy of reverence. That would then allow me to leverage Cecelyne social charms with minimal effort. Unfortunately, it required willing acceptance, though few mortals were stubborn enough to reject healing like this. With her being uncooperative, I had to… a smile spread across my face as I got an idea. 
"Alright, I'll give you two options then," I said to the defiant drow. "You're going to worship me, but I'll let you choose how it happens. Either bend the knee right now, pledging your fealty, or I will rape you until you do." She recoiled in shock, trying to shove me away. "Don't worry, I've got some orcs and male drow who can help out; you won't be taking up too much of my time." With a pained scream of rage, Zesstra thrashed in my grip as I dragged her off the table. "Come along, this sort of thing needs an audience," I said as she crashed to the floor.
This wasn't strictly the most efficient method, but it was a lot more fun than just worming my way into her brain with Ebon Dragon charms. WWMD after all, What Would Malfeas Do? Stepping over Biryu, I dragged my prisoner into the main cavern. "Hey, gather round," I called out to the minions and demons. Only about a third of the cult was present, plus twenty or so erymanthoi with their support demons. I liked to keep a healthy number of demons around the new cultists, just in case one of them got any funny ideas. This gave me several drow, a squad of orcs, and all three of my bugbears as an audience. The duergar and magically inclined drow were all cloistered in the workshop, putting their new training to the test. "Hey," I snapped my fingers at the closest orc. "Yeah you," I agreed when he pointed at his chest, looking around stupidly. "Go get the cleaning squad, I need some goblins for this too."
As the minions gathered, I activated Tragic Love Amusement on myself. It would make this job much easier, since I didn't much like having sex with people I didn't love. Poor Zesstra was just too stubborn to understand why this was necessary, but I'd get through to her soon enough. With my anima flaring now, I also reordered By Rage Recast and gained another two feet of height. My trousers split and fell apart, allowing my stiffening cock to swing free. Wrapping my hand around Zesstra's neck, I held her up on display as she clawed at my fingers, feet kicking helplessly. "All right lads, seems Miss Prissy here is too stubborn to listen. That means she needs some teaching; her will needs to be broken." The drow and bugbears perked up at that, as did some of the cleverer orcs. "This is Zesstra Aleanrahel. That's right, the elder sister of our own dear Ako. Unlike her much prettier sister, she's too stupid to..." I paused as I recognized a familiar scent.
Raising my captive, I peered at her positively gushing pussy. "Well then," I commented intelligently. Scratching my beard thoughtfully, I asked, "Are you turned on by this?"
She squirmed in my grip, shaking her head, but Factual Determination Analysis said that was untrue.
"Hold on a moment, fellas," I ordered the crowd. "Zesstra, do you have a rape fetish?" Another false denial. Okay, this needed a bit more in-depth investigation. "Alright don't worry guys, you'll still get to watch, I just need to figure something out first. One of you go get Ako as well, she'll want to be here."
As a couple orcs ran off towards the prison, I invaded Zesstra's mind. Analytical Modeling Intuition was only useful for getting answers, so I generally preferred to suborn someone's loyalty first and then just ask questions verbally, but it was perfect for cases like this. By the time the messengers returned with Ako in tow, I had a fairly complete picture of my captive. A lot of things made sense about her now, from her style of dress to her physical build, even the magic she knew. Zesstra was a hentai elf.
"Hello Ako-hon," I greeted my priestess absently. "Did you know your sister is a pervert?"
She blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I just mindraped her to get some answers; turns out she fantasizes about some really, really kinky shit." Sondok silently raised a questioning eyebrow and I shrugged. "Yeah, I know, but I'm serious. Kinky even for us. I uh… this is the horniest she's ever been in her life and the only reason she hasn't orgasmed yet is because she's clenching her kegels hard enough to crush bone, watch." 
I wrapped an arm around Zesstra's middle, letting go of her neck. Poking at her pussy made no headway; despite the slickness of her fluids, there just wasn't any room for my finger. "Hey, loosen up a bit," I ordered her as Ako copied me curiously. Then Zesstra kicked her sister in the face, breaking Ako's nose with a wet crack.
The younger drow let out a howl of fury and launched herself at the prisoner. As my priestess, she'd gotten the full suite of enhancements and probably could have ripped her sister apart with her bare hands. I caught her in a telekinetic grip before that could happen though, holding the kicking and squirming girl off the ground. "Ako, behave!" I snapped while dislocating Zesstra's hips and shoulders to prevent further violence. Dropping the screaming drow on the ground, I levitated Ako closer, taking her face between my massive hands.
She slumped dejectedly and looked away. "'m sorry," she muttered as I probed her face with my fingers. 
"I don't want sorry," I informed her seriously. "I want you to have self-control. Close your eyes."
Ako looked at me with confusion for a moment before obeying. Then I forced her nose back into place and she let out a yelp of pain, gingerly dabbing at it with her fingertips as her eyes watered. "You'll be fine, it'll heal up in less than an hour," I told her. "Go wash your face, you've got blood on your lip."
"Yes, master," she sighed as I set her back down. "I'm sorry, master."
"Come back when you finish," I said and she brightened immediately, dashing off with a smile. Turning back to my supremely annoying captive, I picked her up by a leg this time, ignoring her sobs. 
At least the pain had broken her focus; my finger slipped inside her snatch with only a little difficulty, allowing me to feel inside her pussy. Inside I confirmed what I'd found in Zesstra's mind, a completely intact hymen. That complicated matters a little. It would be a terrible waste to just let the virginity of a priestess of primordial darkness go unused. "What do you think?" I asked Sondok, spreading the drow's legs to show her. "Could get Berengiere out here to preserve it."
"She'd appreciate that," she noted conversationally. Her sister was always up for shirking guard duty, and I could get some fabric made while she was here too. 
"Sounds like a plan; I can even work it into a lesson for the thaumaturges."
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