Broken

Disclamer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they belong to R.A. Salvatore.

Summary: Okay, three drow chicks want Lloth's favor, and they will do anything to get it, no matter how evil the deed may be. Drizzt is their target. They do not do anything to personally, but they are the pawns that help the plan be fulfilled. Wulfgar/Drizzt. I suck at summaries so I'm just gonna let you read the story now. Reviews are always welcome ^^




The three priestesses of Lloth walked along the path that would lead them to a secret shrine to their Goddess of Chaos on the surface. Falling out of the favor of the goddess was no laughing matter, so they had a plan to gain it back. Spiders lined the walls of the inside of the palace. Whether they were real or fake, the three could not tell, and they weren't going to try to touch and find out. They entered the main chamber and all went to their knees in worship. The eldest was the first to speak.


"Our goddess, Lloth, please, tell us how we can redeem ourselves." She requested. A handmaiden of Lloth appeared before them.


"There are not many ways ones such as yourselves could gain favor once again." The handmaiden spoke.


"What about with the head of Drizzt Do'Urden?"


The handmaiden laughed loudly, "And what makes you think his head would do anything for the goddess? He is doing better fulfilling Lloth's wishes more then you have. He has both the favor of Lloth and the favor of the pure goddess Maliekki."


The three looked back an forth unsure of what to do next. "Is there anything we can do to bring favor back to us?" One of them whispered. "Is there anyway to put an end to the traitor Drizzt Do'Urden?"


The handmaiden closed her eyes for a short time. She opened them and seemed to be concentrating on something. "The Goddess has a way for you to get what you want, and to gain her favor. It seems that the rogue drow Drizzt Do'Urden is no longer causing havoc in Menzaberranzan, but is putting out the flames on the way of his travels every where he can. Yet, there is only one way Lloth wants the drow."


"Which way would that be, dear handmaiden?"


"Broken and faded, but alive. His soul is to fade, just like those of the Surface elves who he tries to be like. In this task, it must be someone close to him that does the task. Then, when he is empty and has grown cold, friends seated by his bedside, his body will die."


"How are we to make his soul fade?" One asked quickly, not sure of what the handmaiden was asking them to do.


"Rape, of course." The three looked at each other, astounded that the lady Lloth would ever request such a thing. Rape was a forbidden torture, even to the drow, the handmaiden would not wait for a reply, "You have your task, take a spider from these walls and place it in the one named Wulfgar's drink. As soon as that is done, you will once again be within good favor, of our goddess." With that the handmaiden left them.


With out a moment to think, one got up and did exactly what the handmaiden had told them. With a look to each other, they all decided, no matter what they would get the favor of their goddess back and they left the temple. Into the tunnels they went once again, heading strait for Mithril Hall.

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A dwarf making one final pass, before heading back to the main gate. Startled turned out to be an understatement when he was attacked by three drow. They disarmed him soon enough, using a spell, the dwarf was frozen in place. It gave the three time to cast another, temporary spell, that would make the dwarf do exactly as they commanded, then forget anything had ever happened. The only problem with the spell, is that it only lasted two hours and had to be a simple task, so they had to hurry.


"Ye damn'd dark elves!" The dwarf uttered before succumbing to the spell. They gave him the spider and let the spell take its course. Telling him exactly what he should do.

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The drinks were set on the tables and food was brought out, dinner had begun. Everyone of the dwarfs where drinking and eating their fill, as well as the two humans, halfling and dark elf that sat at one of the tables. No one noticed the spider, crawling from the armor of a dwarf that just walked in the room. A few dwarfs were enjoying a drinking competition.


"But really Drizzt, the night is young and the meed is fresh, join us for a few rounds!" The drunken dwarf king requested of his dark elf friend.


"To fresh for my tastes, I'm afraid. The damned twinkly elf does not enjoy heavy drinking my dear smelly dwarf." Drizzt responded.


Bruenor scowled at him, before smiling, "Well best the damned elf be on his way then. Ruin the mood." Just as the king said that, a loaf of bread flew across the room. To his right, Catti-brie let out a yawn. Soon after Drizzt left the table, the woman did as well, heading to her room two levels up from Drizzt.


The spider had made its way to its target. It crawled up the mug and fell into the drink just in time to be swallowed by the barbarian. Most of the dwarves and even the halfling, Regis, where already passed out on the floor or table. It had been a glorious occasion, it was the anniversary of the day they found the Halls. All were tired and had either gone to their rooms or slept where they fell. Wulfgar was no exception.


Something seemed to stir inside of Wulfgar's brain, but he could not stop it, what ever it was. He found himself in a dream type state, and walking to his room and shortly after to Drizzt's. He entered to find the drow ranger laying down shirt-less in the bed. Something seemed to snap, he couldn't pin point what, but he walked closer. Not surprised, Drizzt sat up in his bed and looked over at Wulfgar.


"Why do you come here at such a late time my friend?" Drizzt asked. Wulfgar looked at the dark elf and all around him, making sure his weapons were out of reach, before going and sitting down next to the elf. "It can't be too early in the night. I know I must have been asleep for a few hours, so what is the problem?" Wulfgar turned his head towards Drizzt and seemed to let out a laugh. Drizzt could tell something wasn't quite right, but it wasn't until he saw Wulfgar's eyes that it finally dawned on him.


He tried to leap out of his bed and towards his weapons, but a firm grip on his hair pulled him back to the bed. Wulfgar took the blade from underneath Drizzt's pillow and threw it across the room. Attempting to scream, a hand covered the drow's mouth. Taking out the rope he had retrieved from his room, the barbarian tied the elf's hands to the head board, nearly tight enough to make him bleed. Once again the man began to laugh, only this time it was a woman's voice. When he spoke, it was also in Drow.


"Dear dear Drizzt. You should know who I am, and you obviously realized that this is not your friend. Still, that doesn't change the fact that his body is the one doing this to you. Oh, and my dear Drizzt Do'Urden, you are my problem." Lloth spoke.


Drizzt tried to free himself, averting his eyes from the red ones that had replaced sky blue. The hand removed itself from covering his mouth, and promptly back handed him. The blow gave him a bloody lip, but it in turned let his mouth open. "Why the hell are you doing this? Why me?! Why Wulfgar?" He whispered.


"Because he is your friend, and it is always your friends that hurt you most. Don't worry about him though, after this night, it will be no more than a nightmare for your friend. I shouldn't have to tell you my reasons." He grabbed the drow's jaw and forced him into a bruising kiss. Once the kiss ended, Drizzt opened his mouth to scream, only to find it muffled by cloth. The gag was extremely tight and served its purpose well. The small elf struggled, until a punch to the stomach fazed him.


'Wulfgar's body is strong, to strong for me to do anything. I can't just let this happen, I can't....Not like this...' Drizzt thought. He felt his pants being pulled down. 'No, no.....no... please, Wulfgar don't do this.' Drizzt kicked out at the man. He sighed in relief as he saw and felt the barbarian get off the bed. Closing his eyes, he thought about how to get the ropes off. Then he heard clothes drop to the floor and the weight shifted onto the bed once again. Before he could kick out, Drizzt was flipped onto his stomach, the ropes burning his wrists. 'Please no. Stop.' He could feel the hands grab his hips, 'Stop!' the barbarian's member poked at his entrance, 'STOP!'


Wulfgar began thrusting into the small being below him, not giving the elf a moment to adjust. Drizzt screamed, and tears began to fall down his face. He screamed into the gag until he lost the ability. Blood began trickling down his thighs, staining the sheets of the bed. It helped lubricate his torn passage, aiding him as little as possible. All Drizzt could do was silently sob into his pillow and the cloth around his mouth. Fingernails dug their way into his hips as the thrusting sped up. His own fingernails cutting into his palms. The barbarian man came with a grunt, his seed burning within the elf.


Getting off the small form, the barbarian cleaned himself up before getting dressed. "I, personally, can not wait until this human friend of yours finds out that he raped you Drizzt. And that it wasn't all just a part of his nightmare." Lloth said before leaving the room, in Wulfgar's body. The dark elf had no tears left, his world had turned into pain and suffering. He was thankful when he finally found unconsciousness.

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