At first there was darkness. Hopeless darkness seemed empty. Soon came dreams. The dreams were disturbing. Great insult. The escape. Pain. Rage and lust for power.

Then the sensation of the body came to the dreams. The body responded with pain. The pain merged with infinity. Pain reminded the name.

Sindorel.

The name has become dear to consciousness.

Through an intolerable burning sensation in her whole body, the young elf raised heavy eyelids. A torch dimly burning nearby, seemed to her a small sun.

Blinking, she was able to look around. There were no corpses around and it inspired a weakened elf. She lay on a wooden plank attached to a stone wall with powerful chains. Low stone ceiling, earthen floor, blank walls and steel lattice - that's all the decoration.

Dense, badly stinking unknown substance, bandages, covered most of the young body.

- Am I alive ?! I had to be torn apart and eaten by those vile creatures, thought Sindorel. The whole burden of the incident again fell upon her. Trying to get up, the elf felt a sharp pain in her entire body and lost consciousness.

A girl woke up a few days later. She was awakened by touch and mumbling in an unknown language. Someone methodically naming it, already naked, with stiff palms. The palms rubbed something into the skin, not missing a single inch of the young body. Bony fingers went everywhere. The ointment covered all the skin, labia, ass and little ring of the anus, even crept inside, in an attempt to spread the ointment as deep as possible. Hitting an incredibly bitter ointment in the mouth of an elf, made her wince and begin to spit, indicating that she was no longer asleep.

- I woke up. Good. She slept a long time, she heard, a dry, lifeless voice.

Even the awakening of the girl did not prevent the bearer of her voice from smearing her face, lips, ears and all the holes in which her bony fingers could crawl through.

Sindorel opened her eyes and, crying out, closed her eyes in fear. It was not for nothing that her fingers seemed bony to her, and they were bone. Gray human bone. The creature standing above it turned out to be, wrapped in a black hoodie, a skeleton. In the sockets of the skull a greenish flame was boiling. Old, as if from another life, lessons, surfaced in a foggy fear. The skeleton that says can only be a lich - a revived dark magician.

- Do not twitch! - ordered a lifeless voice, removing, however, his paws from the oily shiny body. “Your wounds have only recently healed.” My servants overdid it. They should have delivered you unscathed. Rest, sleep, eat and drink.

Squeezing out all that apparently, I wanted to say, the lich picked up the bottle of ointment and left the camera. Having closed the lock, he threw a glowing gaze inside the cage and left. Sindorel from the experience, again fell into unconsciousness.

When she awoke, the elf was able to look around, no longer experiencing severe pain and not fainting. Unfortunately, the situation has not changed.

The attention of the girl was attracted by a large jug standing near the wall; there was a basket next to the jug. Eagerly drunk water from the pot, Sindorel drew attention to the basket. Among the swarming of fruit worms, rotting apples could be seen. She ate everything, even the worms. The emaciated body needed protein and calories. She washed down all the water, she fell asleep.

This time the elf was awakened by the clank of the lattice. An attempt to get up was interrupted by a dry order not to move. The lich again proceeded to rub the sallow body with his ointment. During the whole process, the reviving dead person did not interrupt his mantra in an incomprehensible language.

- Good. You are ready, - the skeleton declared, having finished research of secluded places of a gentle body. - Tomorrow! - he said and went out.

Having quenched the cyclopean hunger with a new batch of worms and fruits, the elf began to examine her body. The once flawless, spotless, greenish skin, was now covered with a network of very thin scars, like a tattoo. Not finding any extra hollows, the girl calmed down. She was afraid that the lich sewed her out of the pieces, or that several pieces of flesh were torn from her, but the dead only bit, and didn't tear her body. So the ointment and the unique properties of the elf race did their job - soon even the scars will not be visible.

Not wanting to find out what will happen tomorrow, Sindorel, began to think hard. She noticed that the skeleton comes to her without a staff, and any weapon. This must take advantage. Killing this creature is almost impossible. The science of the forest people claimed that to destroy such monsters you need magic weapons or magic. Powerful magic. Nothing else can simply damage the dark soul that binds a lifeless body. What made the sorcerer almost immortal.

With no weapons, no talents for magic, the elf wanted to take advantage of the weakness of the skeleton's deprived muscles. She will simply knock him off his feet and run away when the lich opens the grille. So be it, she decided, and prepared to wait.

We had to wait a long time. Lunch and dinner appeared in the chamber by itself and was immediately eaten by the hungry girl. The young body was poured with force with each piece eaten. Her night was half awake. Hearing the noise, Sindorel prepared to escape.

Approaching, the noise became clearer. It was not a dry chatter of bones against a stone, but a wet shuffling of many feet. A crowd of the dead approached the lattice. The door opened by itself, and a crowd of zombies slowly entered the chamber. To grab, furiously fumbling and heart-rending screaming girl, was a matter of time. Tender body covered many rotting paws.

The dead did not immediately eat the maiden of the forest, which surprised her a lot. Clasping her body from all sides, they set off. Suspended among a multitude of rotting corpses, an elf soon ceased to resist and twitch — yet she had not yet fully regained her strength.

Zombies carried their prey slowly. More than an hour passed before they finally reached their goal. Stopping, lifeless servants put the captive in front of him. The girl was in a spacious, well lit torch, round room. In the center of the room, through a gap in the ceiling, many dark vines descended. Before the vines stood, armed with a staff, a lich.

Sindorel was put on his feet. The dead men recoiled from her, but they did not leave. They remained standing in the aisle, thus blocking the only way out. However, the glow of a dead light, the staff of the lich, by itself did not give a chance to escape.

- Come on! - ordered lifeless voice.

Sindorel could only obey. She took several wrong steps forward, facing the skeleton.

- Go to the lianas! Said the lich, pointing to the dark lashes with a white finger. - Take one of the shoots! Not this one! The black! Put it in your mouth. Do not bite!

Meekly obeying all instructions of the forest maiden, after a minute, gently sucking the black fat process of the vines. The lich was silent. A clever tongue worked hard on a sluggish black plant. Five minutes passed. Ten. The elf began to tire.

Suddenly, still lifeless process jerked and slipped into the girl's throat. The whole plant exploded in motion. Revived vines wrapped around a young body. Raising fragile prey above the floor, and reliably fixing it in a spreading state, the plant calmed down. Only the process in the throat continued to move closer to the stomach. The shoot was thin, which sometimes allowed to breathe.

Vaginal lips touched something wet. The same touch felt and ass elf. One, second, third ... four fatty processes burst sharply into each hole. The processes entering Sindorel from the front, having reached the stop inside her body, began to twitch in discord. The penetration from behind did not end so quickly. Like worms, fatty black lashes made their way deeper, bursting and stretching a tight hole.The ass ached as if she had no meeting with the elves, nor with the centaurs, nor with the troll. Unsophisticated could have imagined that she was fussing a virgin, but the plant didn’t care. The elf felt her belly filling up and moving.

- Finally! - came the exclamation of the lich.

All new and new processes ...