The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She hisses, but doesn't cry out, refusing to give Varisia the pleasure. This is going to hurt. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia continues to yank back on the hair, forcing the captive woman to bend backwards in order to avoid having it ripped out. The position not only unbalances her still weak body, it also causes her mouth to open slightly. Which is all the opening her wife needs to force a leather clad finger inside, in turn allowing her to pry her jaws open even more. Far enough, in fact, for a walnut sized orb of soft rubber to be shoved inside. An instant later, the finger is removed but when she attempts to spit the ball out, she realizes it's held in by straps. "That's step one," Varisia murmurs, sounding like she's moved back from her. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric tries to chew on the ball, seeing if he can split it or otherwise damage the... gag. Humiliating, but survivable. 

[Varisia Primfana]

In time, certainly, but the rubber is fairly tough, with just a bit of give to dull his efforts, and the leather is good quality. Definitely the weak link but only in comparison. Varisia hums softly from behind him and he can feel his hair being moved out of the way, then a metallic 'click' from the base of his skull. Instantly, his arm is freed, dropping to his side. But... he still can't... 

Can't...

Why did he want to move again? He can still remember what he wanted to do but he can't remember why he wanted it enough to actually move. Seems like work? Maybe? Could be worth it... but maybe isn't... 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Some small, defiant part of Cedric rages, fighting the compulsion with everything he has. The rest of him lulls, eyes drooping listlessly. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Impressive." The leash pulls taut and Cedric is sent stumbling backwards. Feet organized themselves after a moment, preventing a fall until he hits the edge of the bed and tips over. "This is a potent enchantment, resisting it as well as you have shows just how willful you are, my she-wolf." Varisia steps over her wife's legs, then sits across her thighs, pinning him to the bed with her weight in addition to the enchantment. Finally in front of him, Varisia is shown to have dressed up: skintight crimson leather covers her from neck to ankle, with a full glove protecting her left hand, hard leather boots with bone insets that reach her thighs and a metal gorget around her neck. Although, to be accurate, 'cover' is not exactly the best word. The entirety of her torso is bare, with breasts, stomach, pelvis and mound exposed but her sides protected. There's a thin, leather rod, almost a in the shape of a wand but twice as long, and a short whip on opposite hips.

"Of course, that just makes me even more excited about punishing you," Varisia confesses. "I don't like to hurt you, not really hurt you that is, but I won't deny I get a certain glow from being in charge. From displaying my authority and power... being dominant." She smiles wickedly, a hint of something Cedric can't (refuses) to identify joining the cold rage and seething lust in her eyes. "I suspect it has to do with some childhood traumas but I honestly can't give a fuck about changing any of that. It suits me really."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Fighting off the enchantment for a brief moment, he gets up the energy to make a rude gesture with one hand.

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia actually gapes for a moment, then bursts into peals of laughter. Bending downward by arching her back so her pelvis never loses contact with Cedric's thighs, the merikos drow nuzzles against her wife's cheek. "Oh my little she-wolf," she purrs delightedly. "Never lose this fire. You will submit to me in bed, I promise you that, but I have no desire to be married to some lump." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

He tries to slam his head sideways into her face, but only manages to sort of pat her cheek with his own.

[Varisia Primfana]

"Aww, you want to cuddle?" 

She straightens up, then slaps him across the face with a whip-like crack.

"Too bad," she whispers, shifting a little to one side so she can rub her slit against his thigh. "You lost that chance when you attacked me, you stupid dick. No, right now, you need to be reminded of your place in this room." She reaches over his head and Cedric feels his hands being bound to the headboard. "Beneath me. Serving me. Submitting."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric strains against the laziness, unable to move, unable to fight back. Beneath him, in the formless darkness where he makes his usual home, he feels Little Bitch rising up, seeking her Mistress. He pushes her away and down, able to move in the non-motion sense to force her back into slumber at least. I will spare her this much. I will take this blow. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Hands secure, Varisia bends backwards to grab something. Cold metal touches his legs, then leather straps wrap around his ankles. He can't see what's been done, but after the second strap is tightened, he can feel his legs being shaken from side to side slightly. The pressure against his ankles suggests that there's something rigid connecting his legs, keeping his feet spread a good three feet apart. "There we go," she murmurs, leaning forward again. 

"Now that you're all neatly wrapped... I don't like using the lead this way, it's no fun for either of us, but you're still weak from your illness and I don't want you hurting yourself." As she explains this, she reaches behind Cedric's head and removes a four foot coil of purple strands with a crystalline, black clip on one end. Five seconds later, the apathy drains out of him with gut punch abruptness.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric slumps as though defeated, but he moves his wrists and thumbs ever so slightly, probing the rope for weakness. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Alright, first things first," Varisia murmurs, resting her hand against Cedric's forehead. She holds it there for a good half minute as she peers into her eyes intently, her other hand resting on his breastbone lightly. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

He closes his eyes, trying to avert his head just a smidge, to let her think she's beaten him.