The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric's eyes lock on Bull's hard cock. Bull's hard cock. He's enjoying this? Varisia working him, hearing me be raped, hearing all this, he's enjoying it? This is..."Damn you," he whispers, then screams it again, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Damn you, help me! I don't care if I get burned, help me!" 

[The Iron Bull]

Again, there's a reaction to the screams, the intensity and pitch, but it's wrong, muddled and mistimed. Not that Cedric is in the right frame of mind to think that through, understandably enough. And in the end, Bull... doesn't act. Unable to see, unable to speak or move, the imisy minotaur simply endures. His breathing is uneven, though very carefully dampened to avoid moving his arm, not speeding up or slowing down as Varisia continues to work his shaft. 

Lifting a leg to rest on some rung or ledge of the chair, Varisia moves her hand from Cedric's hair to her own cunt, fingers teasing the lips. "Shame I'd only the one dose of Anglust," she comments idly. "But I can get more. Will get more. I wonder how you'll fair being triple-teamed by the twins and Nathaniel? Three holes, there cocks, no waiting." She hums softly, thinking about not just that, but also about her annoyance with how Bull's hardiness, even after all this suffering, has been enough to mitigate the most severe effects of the noticeably less powerful aphrodisiacs she'd had on hand besides the Anglust. I wonder if perhaps it might not be worth keeping Coquette alive long enough to get ahold of some lilin oil. Probably not but it's a very entertaining thought.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Anglust. That penetrates Cedric's panic; the bottom drops out of his stomach as he recalls what it does. It turns someone into a bestial fuck machine, used to get slaves to impregnate each other. It lasts for a day. It's been under half an hour and I can barely stand it -- how much worse will this get over the course of another hour, two hours, all night, twenty-four hours? And then, when it's run its course, it leaves the user a nearly-zombified husk of themself. Shisou will never be the same again, will never be himself again. I've failed, utterly failed to protect him. I can't even save myself. I can't save Bull. And Bull abandoned me when I needed him, after all this time, after everything, he's Varisia's more than he's mine. 

Dimly, Cedric becomes aware that some of those thoughts are not his own. The voice is deeper, more seductive, more cruel: Bull was never mine. He was always Varisia's. And Shisou will never be mine again. Will never be worth anything again. Useless. Getting me pregnant will be the last thing he ever does. And I'll give birth to Varisia's son and see him sold into slavery, or worse. She'll keep farming out my womb to get as many children as she needs. And why would she need me alive after that? What if she gets another dose of that Anglust and uses it on me instead of Shisou? Turns me into her slave in truth? Useless, worthless, pathetic. I have to break free. Have to prove I'm better than her. 

Shisou cums again, filling her womb for the... fifth time? sixth? She's lost count already. Spent, but only momentarily, he collapses atop her, nuzzling her gently, planting small kisses into the crook of her neck by her shoulder, murmuring gentle, wordless cries as his hips begin working again. 

She moves, quick as a flash, gripping his ear between her teeth and yanking until the thing tears off. Shisou screams, blood dribbling all down the side of his head, and he bumps his head on the brazier, causing a few droplets to scald his flesh. He scrambles off her, cowering against the back corner, cock still hard as granite, staring wide-eyed at Coquette and Varisia as if trying to consider which of them is less dangerous to mount. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Tch." Varisia sounds disgusted but resigned. "Even with you bound and beaten, he's weaker. Useless, even for a male." Sighing, she leaves off her masterbation-- of herself, her stroking of Bull never falters-- briefly to pull a strip of leather from her vest. Movements practiced and smooth, she loops it around Coquette's neck and yanks it tight. It's not binding him to the chair but instead restricting blood flow to his head. Not enough to knock him out but he swiftly finds himself growing muddled and disoriented.

[Coquette Blacquin]

The last thing Cedric feels before he goes under entirely is a sharp pain in his ass, the weight of Shisou once again mounting him, thrusting without care for which hole he enters. I failed, the protector thinks, as he fades into oblivion. I'm so tired now. I can't... I can't take any more. 

That's when the screaming really begins in earnest, as Coquette goes to a place where there is only screaming and pain and the desperate need to Please her Mistress, to Make It Stop. 

[GamesMaster]

Zevran had been chained when he awoke, though left alone for long enough he's managed to get out of them. Now he paces his cell: a small, stone-walled prison with only a mirror for company. He can hear the screams, distant though they are -- first a few, almost as though her captor was testing the waters, but now more and more as time goes on. The screaming makes it hard to think, to plan. There is a barred door and he cannot pick the lock, not from the inside. There is a small bench, a chair, a fireplace, and on the wall, locked to the wall with locks he cannot pick, are tools: not fireplace tools, he knows, but iron tools for the application of pain and heat to a man's body in various configurations. He knows what will be coming. He has to get out of here if he ever wants to be a free man. But the door is locked and he cannot--

A click. A thud. Then slowly, the door is pushed open, one inch at a time. He sees nobody at a man's height, but glancing down, he manages to find a small lizard pushing the door open with his entire body weight. Carbonne?

[Zevran]

Zevran lowers his hands, the chains wrapped around his knuckles and palms making not a sound as he does so, and studies the being warily. "Explain." He leaves it there, with no context or specifics, to avoid confirming just how little he understands of what has occured. Given the last thing he can recall before snapping away here is Coquette's tender, grateful smile, he's rather understandably confused. Also furious, terrified, conflicted, hurt, bereft and guilty. 

[GamesMaster]

Carbonne slips inside, losing xir disguise as xe does: becoming a brilliant-colored lizard with a gemstone for a third eye instead of the plain colored, unremarkable iguana xe pretends to be. "Good, you're unhurt. She's got Shisou, dosed him with some drug to keep him quiet. I don't know what she's planning for him but it ain't good. I thought I heard Iron Bull in the carriage and I think that's Lady Coquette screaming." 

[Zevran]

"Yes," Zevran agrees in a clipped tone. "It is." He's never heard Coquette scream like this before, but he knows her voice, has heard her scream for much different reasons and has heard a great many other people speak, scream and scream before. He is fairly confident he can predict how she would sound. "What happened?"

[GamesMaster]

"I don't know. Something pushed Lady Varisia off the deep end without a ladder. I've never seen her so furious as when she came to collect Shisou. Didn't even bother giving him orders, just forced him to swallow something and had guards drag him off. I followed, of course. We're in Alessa proper, in the warehouse district. She called him 'Her useless pet', so this has to do with Lady Coquette."

[Zevran]

"Something-- It must be-- But--" But why Shisou? That doesn't make any sense. "I made sure to keep him out of..." Zevran shakes his head, brushing that off. "Fine. How many guards? Where are people now, precisely?"

[GamesMaster]

"She loaded Shisou and Bull into a small chamber with Coquette. There's two guards out front of that room and four more down the hall, waiting for their turn to stand watch. I suspect Varisia plans to torture them for a long while. If a shift is usually four hours..."

[Zevran]

"Not torture. Break." Zevran shudders, eyes squeezing shut as he desperately pushes away a flashback. Not. Now. Not. Now.

[GamesMaster]

"You have to help me save Shisou." Carbonne studies Zevran a moment then adds, softer, "or if you can't do that, he left his amulet behind. I need you to steal it back and help me get to Toukami."

[Zevran]

"Get fucked," Zevran rasps at the second suggestion, then makes a slashing gesture with one hand. "Grow a dick, cunt or combination thereof, then get fucked if you mus" The defiance and scorn, even if aimed at one not really deserving of disapproval much less anything stronger, serves to help refocus him. "What combat options do you have?"