The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shiori]

"Alright." She sighs, then. "This is going to make one interesting letter to Coquette...." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Mistress has called for an extra session, and it wouldn't do to disappoint Mistress. Mistress is so kind and generous, it's best to be prompt when she calls. Cindy made excuses to beg off having tea with Claudia, who is also kind but not as kind as Mistress. Claudia is less important. Everything is less important than Mistress. 

Sweetheart knocks on the door, three short raps, then opens the door and lets herself in. She kneels by the door, head bowed, in the waiting position, until her Mistress has attention to spare for her unworthy self. 

[NPCs]

She's made to wait for about ten minutes before Mistress remarks in an off-hand voice, "go change." She doesn't need to say more, as Sweetheart is well aware of what to do with that command; go to the corner of the room, open the chest there and put on whatever is inside without delay, objection or detour.

Today's outfit is leather and silk, as it often is, but the form of that leather is new. Tough leather breeches, a tight silk undershirt that covers her from neck to hips and wrist to wrist, sturdy traveling boots and a top of reinforced leather. Adventuring gear? On the small ledge inside of the chest where accessories are put, there's a leather belt, a dagger, and a vial of murky grey liquid. The weapon is new as well, but she's been given potions or tonics before and knows to take it as soon as she's finished dressing.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She dresses quickly and efficiently, a small smile on her face as she thinks of Cedric and how much she misses him. She doesn't even hesitate before drinking the vial; Noire's scolded her for it in the past, but she's not going to interfere now, because to interfere would mean fronting, which would mean being conscious during this. 

She'll probably end up fronting anyway. Mistress often wants Noire instead of Sweetheart, for the sake of the art. But Sweetheart's job is to get them into position and then bow out gracefully, if need be. 

[NPCs]

She has to wait patiently for a few more minutes before Tenachka finishes with her book and glances over at her. "...adequate, I suppose but... hmm." Rising to her feet, she walks around Sweetheart, studying the motionless woman. "Ah, I know what's missing."

A strong hand grabs her hair and yanks her head back. Fingers comb through it, easily stripping the braid from it and leaving her hair loose. But only for a moment, as her Mistress swiftly captures it in a leather tie. "That's better. Now. Follow me." 

As she strides out of the room, leaving Coquette to follow, the merikos drow finds her limbs feel heavy and sluggish. Her mind is still clear-- at least she thinks so?- - and she doesn't feel tired, just... weak.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She stumbles and drops to one knee shortly after following Mistress Tenachka. "I am so sorry, Mistress," she whimpers as she struggles back up to her feet, following again. 

[NPCs]

"Hmm. A smaller dose next it seems," Mistress murmurs to herself as she glances back briefly. Luckily for Sweetheart, the weakness in her muscles doesn't worsen any as they continue to walk to the Studio. At the door, Tenachka opens the door and gestures for her to enter first; a strange break in routine.

"Walk to the center of the room... and dear?" She leans in so she can whisper into Sweetheart's ear as she goes by. "I gave you that dagger for a reason."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Help. "Yes, Mistress," she says, bowing her head as she walks to the center of the room. By the time she gets there, Noire is sharing her eyes, braced and waiting. 

[NPCs]

Not for long however, as her hair is still swaying from her stop when she spots two bulky figures stepping out from behind some statues. They look like goblins, somewhat, but goblins with the height of a short human and the build of a dwarf. Worse still, they have cloth wrapped clubs and chainmail tunics. Even worse yet again, the scrap of a boot on stone causes her to look behind her and spot two dog-like bipedal beings geared in chainmail and wielding whips.

Coming to a halt a yard or so away all around her, one of the overly large goblinoids lets out a dark chuckle. "Picked the wrong place to explore, tender meat," he rasps.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Fuck. There's too many of them. Cedric could do it, but not I. Still, Noire, drops into a half-crouch, baring her teeth, refusing to show fear. 

[NPCs]

Two high pitched, baying laughs ring out behind her. The other goblinoid chuckles as well before saying, "it thinks it can fight us, brothers. How... cute." Banter evidently over, they all move in as one. 

Within seconds, Noire begins to doubt whether Cedric could have done much against them either. In proper gear, without that poison sapping the strength from their limbs, perhaps. But as they are right now? When barely armoured and wielding a six inch blade of unimpressive steel? When each breath feels like they have Claudia sprawled atop their chest and swinging the blade feels like trying to swim in sodden robes with pockets filled with rocks?

No.

She manages to put up something like a struggle, at least at first. Manages to leave a few shallow slices on one of the dog-faced people's arms, another on the face of a goblinoid. Barely more than a shaving cut, but at it drew both blood and an angry curse at least. But that's the last strike she makes, the dagger falling from numbed hands as she takes yet another blow from the padded clubs. As she feels the bright snap of a whip on her thigh, causing that leg to buckle. As she feels all four of them crowd in, landing soft, opened handed blows and weak kicks on her. Hurting her, weakening her, filling her with pain and seized muscles, but not breaking her, not even bleeding her. No, that doesn't happen until one of the goblinoids rips open the seat of her trousers and rams his hard, hooked shaped cock into her ass without any warning or preparation. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She screams then, scrabbling for little B, for sweetheart, for anyone to take the pain from her. But abruptly, she's alone in her head. Noire's ass explodes with pain, and a horrible, tearing sensation. As she screams, her mouth is stuffed as well, the other goblinoid holding her knife to her throat to stop any funny business. Then she can't help but gag and cough, desperate for air, desperate for the pain to stop, finding that dark place where there's nothing but pain and choking and desperation. And she's too weak to even fight back, to do more than scrabble at the ground, throwing herself forward to try and escape the pain to her rear only to gag on the cock at her throat. 

[NPCs]

"Squirms real nice," a deep, rumbling voice grunts from behind her. Strong, stubby claws dig into her shoulders to anchor her in place as the thrusts grow in tempo and strength. Shortly after, she can feel a sizeable amount of painfully hot, gooey mess filling her bowels.

There's barely a handful of seconds of emptiness before a second cock rams into her. This one is thinner, but near half again as long. The worst part of it is the thick knob of flesh that inflates at the base of the cock, just inside her sphincter. Each time her rapist pulls back, it stretches and tugs that ring of muscles, sending searing pain through her body. It's bad enough she almost doesn't noticed the flood of hot, slimy, cum into her mouth, tasting of sour milk and salt. 

She definitely notices when she's hauled upright, still impaled, and her trousers ripped further to allow a  canine tongue to lap and explore her cunt. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette screams and kicks, desperate, scrabbling. She manages to let her body go limp, so she can summon all her reserves to her hands: breaking two of the goblinoid's fingers to get the knife away from one of her captors. 

Instead of attacking, however, she pulls an unexpected stunt: slits her own throat in one neat motion. 

[NPCs]

"Lady," one of the doglike beings calls out, though it's unnecessary. Coquette feels a line of ice-cold fire across her back, every other pain in her body fading away for a brief instance as that incredible pain rips her apart. When it fades, swiftly and completely, her other pains return... but lessened. She coughs up a wad of blood but that's it. Her throat is fine. Her ass, her cunt, the bruises all over her body... they're not fine, no, but they're all better.

Except her own hand, where she can feel that all of her fingers have been broken and the dagger taken. "Bitch," a goblinoid rumbles at her, a hairy, coarse hand slapping her face. Her jaw is grabbed, her gaze and attention forced on the speaker's face. "Do that again and we'll really hurt you," he whispers before licking the blood off her lips.