Underdark Stories pt 3: For Good Girls (NSFW)

Tying my hair back as quickly as I can, I run to the side of the gurney as quickly as I can. An officer is being brought in with three GSWs in critical condition. He is accompanied by Dr. Hussain, nurses, and a beautiful Drow woman who looks like the sea.
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to wait here while we take him to surgery.” Dr. Hussain says, I follow closely behind her and feel sorry for the woman drowned in tears and her white dress covered in blood.
Hastily we make it to an open room and as Dr. Hussain and the nurses start to prep, I call forth my divine power and calm the patient.
“Cassandra make sure not to heal anything until we know what we are dealing with. We can’t have anything inside the patient when you heal.”
“Yes, Doctor,” I respond, doing nothing but bringing him some comfort.
Dr. Hussain gloves up while analyzing the situation. It doesn’t take her long before she starts talking.
“Stop the bleeding as much as you can,” Dr. Hussain says looking my way. I nod and get to work. My divine magic let me see his wounds, but sometimes it’s hard to stop bleeding without overhealing. Once I finish my medical studies it is supposed to get better, but for now, I rely on my clerical training.
Blessings of the Holy Mother! The gunman couldn’t have been a trained shot. His shots are so wild that they miss anything that would have killed him or caused severe permanent damage, but he did nick a few internal organs. Those have to be taken care of quickly.
Applying the lowest level of healing I can to the small focus areas seems to cut off the bleeding, but it will be up to Dr. Hussain and her staff to make sure.
“The GSWs hit the spleen and small intestines,” I call out looking over the patient.
“Can you tell if any bullets are still lodged?” Focusing on the small blobs of red in my divine vision, one does seem a little larger than the other. The bigger the blotch, the more pain.
“The only one that looks like it could be is the lower shot in the small intestines.”
“Thanks, nurse smith, scalpel.” Dr. Hussain requests and they move with haste and precision to check the organs.
A low curse lets me know that Dr. Hussain did in fact find a bullet there. The only time she swears is when something is going to be tricky. I reach out with my powers and add clarity to her thoughts. She looks up at me and gives me a nod as thanks.
I push out another calm spell to wash over the nurses helping and instantly can see a difference in how they work around the patient. They pass tools and make sure they are sterilized, clean, and all the other things with steady hands while they work tirelessly.
Dr. Hussain has become somewhat of a star in the hospital, which was hard to do at first. Talons aren’t usually welcomed with open arms in the Underdark. Neither are humans. But one thing changes the minds of Dark Elves and Drows more than anything else. Competency, and Dr. Hussain and I had that in abundance.
“This bullet is logged in there. If I take it out, there is a good chance that it will rupture.”
“What if I focus on healing as you take it out?”
“That kind of precision can take a lot out of you.”
“I’m willing to do it to save someone Dr.” I shoot her a look that says – let me do this.
“Okay, let me know when you are ready.”
“I’m ready Dr.” Focusing hard, she pulls with her forceps. The ball of red in my vision grows to let me know when she is pulling. I concentrate my power there and reduce it just as fast as it comes. The higher focus almost allows me to see the forceps and the bullet as it pulls, making it easier to heal around as she pulls it out.
These seconds feel like hours as she eases it out and I close up his intestines. When the bullet is free, Dr. Hussain tosses it in the tray and she and her team tend to the rest of his wounds with very little issues. Paise the Holy Mother this is a success.
After they finish their bandages, I push more healing into him, restoring him to his full health. They remove the bandages and make sure there are no signs of any type of infection. Nothing but slightly bruised skin.
My healing is getting better. No longer do I leave a scar, just slight discoloration from bruising, that usually goes away in a day or two. Hopefully, with more practice, I’ll be able to do more. Maybe even one day, resurrections.
“Cassandra, could you go and tend to the patient’s visitor while we clean him up and get him into a room?”
“Yes, Doctor,” I nod then go to wash my hands.
“And Cassandra.” I turn to face her. “Great job.” I beam at her and just nod. I take the high fives and pats on the back from the nurses and hurry to my other tasks as a cleric.
When I make it out to the lobby, the woman doesn’t even notice me. Not sure if she even remembers me. She’s leaned over in her lap with her hands in her face. Even if she didn’t take the time to wipe her tears away, it is clear that she’s been crying for quite some time.
Mother’s Grace! Were we in surgery for two hours? It didn’t feel like that. I let my powers out and reach out to her. The amount of sadness she feels is too much. Taking it into myself, I relieve her of it and replace it with calm. When she feels it, she looks up and notices me mere feet away from her.
“Mrs. Taylor?” She shakes her head.
“My name is Chelsea Lassiter.”
“Chelsea, hi, I’m Cassandra Gomez, one of the clerics for the hospital.”
“Please tell me he’s okay.”
“He’s fine. He’ll be at full health in about an hour or so.” She stands and thanks the Gods. With her sadness gone, I can still feel something weighing her down. It’s something I feel way too much for my liking. A heavy dose of guilt.
“Can I see him?” She says with a quivering lip.
“Not just yet. They are getting him a room.” She nodes and paces about in a circle. “Are you familiar with the roles of Clerics in the hospital?” She shakes her head. I grab her hand and allow my power to bring her calm. Her red eyes soften as her beautiful sea-colored hands are finally still. She tucks her green hair behind her ear on one side and meets my stare. Looking at her makes me miss home a little bit.
The Underdark has so much beauty to it, but sometimes I just miss the ocean. The way a sunset sinks into it, the smell of it, the breeze that comes from it, the salt in the air. The beaches and how calming they are.
“I not only tend to the wounded, but I tend to the hearts of their loved ones.” She scoffs and if my powers were not coursing through her, I get the idea that she would start crying again. “Do you want to talk somewhere a little more private?”
I can feel a ‘no’ wanting to surface, but when I press into her hands and give her a look that let her know that I am concerned, she reluctantly nods her head. This is the harder part of my job. The part where I can’t just rely on my powers. I have to learn to read people and figure out the right thing to do or say.
I walk her down the corridors until we make it to one of the small chapel rooms. We find a pew and we sit side by side. How do I begin?
“I sense a lot of grief in you. Do you mind telling me about that?” She turns her face from me and I feel that I might be too direct and that could have been a bad choice. “If not I understand, but I want to help you unload the burden so you can be at his side at your best.” I rub her hand and she grips mine. “You will be a part of his healing process too. If you are carrying this burden with you, he will notice. It will make him feel worse, and even though he has been healed by our staff and my magic, he will leave with new wounds. Wounds to his heart.”
“He wouldn’t have any wounds if it wasn’t for me,” she says wiping away a tear, still not looking at me.
“Regardless of that, he would be dead right now if it wasn’t for you.” She finally turns to me, her face the very vision of dread.
“If I would have just let him take me to jail, he wouldn’t be here. He almost died because of my selfishness.” Her tears come out as she speaks. I don’t calm her this time. This one she needs to let out.
“You signed you were his girlfriend on his records under relationship.”
“Because whore that fucked him to get out of going to jail wouldn’t fit on the stupid line.”
“If that is what you see yourself as, then why did you bring him to the hospital?” She blinks widely and slouches back.
“Because before he arrested me, we had the most wonderful night of my life.” She tells the story of how she got to be here, making sure the glow at how he held her, talked to her and treated her. At least until the part of his true identity comes out.
I know that glow. It’s the glow of someone in love. I have that glow when I think of my Mistress and even Mister. Though Sir doesn’t really belong to me, Mistress doesn’t mind sharing him with me, whenever I’ve been good enough. Although my relationship is mostly with her, I can’t deny having Sir in those special moments are indeed a treat.
“So you broke your spell on him and he decided to let you go. Does that not sound like a man that is serious about you? You are not this whore you claim to be.”
“Aren’t I? I still fucked him to get out of being arrested. I don’t deserve him.”
“I think you do. Just like I think he is blessed to have you. You may have cast a spell on him, but spells like that don’t work on law enforcement.”
“What are you talking about?” I smile at her.
“I work very closely with all types of law enforcement. Their badges are enchanted to thwart off mind and emotion-controlling spells. So whatever you think you did by breaking the spell, I’m telling you, you didn’t. It probably didn’t work in the first place.”
“But I saw the magic in his eyes. The spell landed.”
“What level spell did you cast?”
“Level five.” I smile again.
“Their badges can handle up to level seven spells. Are you sure you didn’t see the magic in your eyes?”
“That’s not possible.” I release my magic to detect magic. When her body has a pink aura around it, I point her to the mirror on the wall. She gasps and looks back at me.
“So those were his real feelings the entire time?” She asks me, but she knows the answer.
“I can’t say for sure, but I think you were more accurate on his paperwork than you give yourself credit for.” She embraces me and the smell of alcohol, flowers, and blood mix. I don’t mind, I’ve had worse combinations in my line of work.
“I’m sorry priestess. I just got fucking blood all over your robes.” She covers her mouth. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t swear around you. Can I swear around you?” I giggle as many don’t know the proper procedures around clerics.
“Be yourself. The only Clerics you have to watch what you say around are the Clerics of Maketa, and that’s just because he’s a bit of a prude.”
“Got it,” Chelsea says giving me a thumbs up.
We walk back to the lobby and we talk the whole way. Everyone always wants to know what a Human woman is doing in the Underdark as a Cleric. I’m always happy to share my story as I hope to be an inspiration to all. Even if they don’t walk the path of the Gods, following your dreams and your heart does sometimes work out.
“Cassandra,” Dr. Hussain calls out. I turn to face her and she motions for me. “The room is ready, there will be someone to escort her shortly. Do you need more time with her?”
“No, Doctor.”
“Good, stay with her until transportation comes.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
I return to her and give her the good news. She’s excited to see him now, and I couldn’t be happier that I helped two people today.

“Time to go home, Cassandra,” Dr. Hussain says entering my office. I close my texts and start to pack my things. The very fit Talon woman pulls her scrunchy out of her hair and lets her hair cascade down to her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes peer out past her cream-colored skin and that look sends shivers down my spine.
She reaches into her lab coat pocket and pulls out my collar.
“Do you want to put in on now or,” she starts but I don’t let her finish.
“I want it now.” I’m fully aware of how childish I sound calling for it. With the long day I’ve had, very few things have occupied my mind other than getting it back around my neck. Dr. Hussain walks over to my desk and walks behind me. Moving my long hair out of the way, she wraps the collar around me and changes me completely.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I say letting my hair fall down my back.
“You’re very welcome, Dear. Come, I have rewards for you when we get home.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I eagerly respond and finish packing and following her around.
There are a lot of sneers and suggestive grins as I walk behind Mistress. Everyone in the hospital knows about Mistress and me. As luck would have it, the director is an old fashion Drow woman and is an advocate for master-slave relationships. Although we don’t practice the same way traditional Drows do, there is definitely and master-slave relationship.
Once my collar is on, I am submissive to my Mistress in every way.
I drive her home and my body shivers with anticipation.
Mistress has rewards for me? I don’t know what I did to deserve them, but I will take them.
After setting my things down, she grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into her. Her full lips that taste of fresh strawberries lull me into a kiss. I hold onto her as I’ve thought about doing all day.
“Go shower and meet me in the room. Don’t take too long, Dear, I have plans for you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I say wasting no time running up to my room to get started on my tasks. I strip down to nothing and toss my clothes in the hamper only for work clothes. Then stop by the linen closet for a towel. Mistress did not tell me to get dressed after, so there will be no need for that.
Stepping out of the shower, I enter the room. Our playroom. A large room covered wall to wall with toys and all other kinds of things. Whips, paddles, mounting machines, ropes, cuffs, anything Mister, Mistress, and I desired.
The room is kept a little chilly, as some of our sessions tend to heat things up in one way or another. I stand center of the room with my hands together and by my stomach. I wait looking towards the door and it doesn’t take long for Mistress to enter the room in her leathers.
My heart races a little, just like it does every time I see Mistress in her leathers. Knee-high boots with a little leather dress that holds together at the bust by a single bow. Mistress doesn’t like gloves, something about not wanting anything to interfere with her tasting me on her fingertips. Her hair is done up in a neat bun and my favorite, no panties underneath.
“You successfully healed me heal an officer wounded in the line of duty with such effectiveness, he left the hospital before we did. That takes very serious skill and devotion. I am honored to be your Mistress.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” I blush.
“Not only that, but you mended the broken heart of his lover. The difference in how she was before and after your visit is astounding.”
“How did you know she was racked with guilt after the surgery?” Mistress walks over to me and grabs my throat. I flood with want as her nails dig into my neck.
“I know everything that has to do with you, Dear. Besides, there are cameras in every part of the hospital, other than the chapels and the restrooms.”
“Yes, Mistress. I shouldn’t have questioned you.” She places a kiss on my lips.
“You are quite alright, Dear. You can question me about such things. Because I know you only wanted to know because you want to earn each reward you get. Right?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I want to reach out and touch her so badly, but I know better. I was not given permission.
“Come, Dear, let us get you set up in the sex swing.” My heart flutters, but all I say is.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She guides me into the swing. Cuffing my ankles and securing my straps so that I can sit upright. She walks over to the far wall and grabs a rope, I tingle with eagerness. She ties the rope around my wrists and then to the top bar of the swing. I am open to her on every level I can be. She goes back to the wall to find my pink mask, my heart kicks even faster.
She slides my mask on and the room goes to pitch black. The room is always lit by dim lights or candlelight, usually the former. Now all I can depend on is my hearing as her heels click about the room.
There is a buzzing, did she grab my favorite toy? The vibrations on my nipples and the smooth edges have me guessing as my nipples harden to more than just the chill in the air.
I suck in a breath as her warm mouth covers my nipple as she licks and suckles. The smacking of her lips and the sounds of her tongue lashing over my breast has me breathing faster. I control my breathing as the toy enters me and she pushes and pulls it nice and slow. I can’t help but roll my hips over the toy as she kisses and licks my body.
All I can do is pant when she pulls the toy from me, but I can hear her sucking on the toy.
“Mmhmm, that extra fruit in your diet is paying off, Dear. I just couldn’t resist having a taste.”
My body lurches when I feel her move her hand down to my thigh then her mouth on my dripping sex. Her head moves in bobbing motions as she licks, suckles, and devours me.
My body is overtaken by heat and I want so badly to reach out and touch her, but my hands are tied.
After my legs begin to shake, she chuckles so close to my vulva that I still feel the vibrations.
“You taste divine, Dear.” She says kissing my sex.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I say when I can pull enough air in to speak.
“Is she ready,” the baritone voice of Mister carries across the room. My body pulses at just the sound of his voice.
“Yes, Sir.” Mistress answers pointedly.
“Remove her mask.” Mistress does it with haste and my eyes are met with the stare of Mister holding a glass of whisky in a black and red vest suit.
Mister is a dominant man in any definition you want to take. Tall, muscular, well-groomed beard, and a stare that could cause arousal in any woman and man with a pulse. His rocky brown eyes lock onto her and she freezes under their stare.
“This is your reward, Dear,” Mistress says stepping aside. Mister takes a long sip of his whiskey as Mistress continues, “Do you want to play with Mister?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I’ve learned that voicing my want of Mister does not spark jealousy in Mistress. After all, he was only offered to me by Mistress.
“Untie her.” He doesn’t say it forcefully, but the authority in his voice causes me to jump. Mistress undoes my hands and cuffs and then helps me down. I don’t move.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No, Sir.” He rolls up his sleeves and I make an audible gulp.
“Are you sure? I am not your Mistress. You get a choice with me.”
“Whatever you desire, Sir.”
“That’s not how this works.” Again I jump at his commanding voice. He notices and smirks. “I know what you want. Go sit on the bed.” I follow his command as he goes to the wet bar and pulls out a glass and a couple of bottles.
It doesn’t take long before he is across the room. He hands me a rounded class and I take it. Sipping it down I can taste the strawberry in the mimosa he makes me. The bubbles light and the wine helps me to relax. Mister is much different from Mistress, I must prepare myself.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” he says and finishes his whiskey. When I am done with my glass Mistress takes both of our glasses and Mister takes my face in his hand. Mister doesn’t kiss like Mistress. Mistress kisses are soft and alluring. Mister kisses hard and claiming. The touch of his lips turns me into a ravenous woman, dying to have as much of him as I can. Mistress turns me into a flower waiting to be plucked.
The snap of buttons is quickly followed by them hitting the floor when Mister tears off his shirt when I start to unbutton it. My hands swim in a sea of muscles as he undoes his belt buckle. My legs help push his pants off and my hands help him roll his shirt off of his body.
I’m already ready for him thanks to Mistress so he doesn’t start with foreplay, he pulls me into him and takes me. Every bit of him dominates me. His mouth, his hands, his body, his cock. It slides into me and I cry out but my cries are muffled by his mouth.
His deep thrust shatters my soul as he pulls from me a stronger orgasm than Mistress did tonight. Pump after pump, thrust after thrust, he turns me mad causing me to claw into his back and bite at his neck, whatever I can do to get more of him in me.
When my words and cries become little more than garbled moans, he leans in and whispers in my ear, “ Are you satisfied, Dear?”
I can’t even answer, all my body can do is nod. I almost protest when he pulls out of me, because I know I didn’t make him cum, but after he calls Mistress over, I know the job will be done.
“Clean me up,” he commands and Mistress takes him into her mouth, sucking all of my juices off of him. I want to join in, having the soft and the hard, the nurturing and the claiming, having the rain and the storm. But between the two of them, my body is spent and all I can do is watch as Mister puts Mistress on her knees and pounds her from behind. Mistress reaches over to me and kisses me as Mister drills into her. I kiss her until I can feel my body drift into a slumber.
This was my reward for being a Good Girl.

• Pt 1: A Bloody Start
• Pt 2: A Song of Passion
• Pt 3: For Good Girls
• Broken Promises