The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[GamesMaster]

"State your crime."

"I-inf-fidelity," Shiori stammers. 

"Have you come here, before our Lady Sirena, of your own free will and volition, seeking only penance that you might serve her?"

Shiori hesitates. Then she glances up, whispering: "yes."

"Then let us administer your penance. You will forfeit your body, your strength, and finally, your soul to our Great Lady, and she will decide if you have repented enough. If you leave here with your life, you leave here free of sin. Do you understand?"

"I do."

"Do you consent?"

Shiori gulps. "I-- I do."

Silently, quick as a wink, two priestesses slide out of the shadows, one grabbing each bare, abraded arm. They haul her, uncaring if she can move fast enough to keep up, to a nearby table, where they lay her out and strap her in: legs spread and raised, as if ready for a prenatal exam. That's when she begins to panic, struggling against her bonds. "No, the baby, you can't hurt the baby, you said my body not the baby!"

"Hush," is snarled, as she is slapped roughly. "Your child will live. Prepare the breaking!"

Shiori's eyes are as wide as saucers, wondering what the fuck "the breaking" will be. She understands the instant the cool metal touches her cunt, slides up inside her, what they mean to torture. How they  mean to hurt her. But it's too late; she's pinned in place, the device is inside her, and there's a hideous cranking noise. For a moment she feels full, blessedly full ,and then too full, stretching painfully. Still the cranking continues, and she clamps down hard with her jaws to prevent herself from screaming. Maybe if she doesn't scream they'll respect her, they'll leave something left. 

There's a hideous cracking sound, and the world flashes white with pain. She screams, oh how she screams, but it doesn't matter, that damn crank keeps turning, pushing apart the cracks in her pelvis. 

Finally, finally, the crank stops. The pain doesn't recede far, but it does die down into a manageable roar. Shiori takes a deep breath, then another, big, ragged gasps. It's over. You did it. You survived. 

"Prepare the pruning."

It's not over?! She screams the instant the knife touches her, as her cunt explodes in hot white pain. Then there's a sizzling sound, the smell of flesh cooking, but the pain, the pain is intense, overwhelming. She blacks out, but she's awakened a few seconds later by another slap across the face. There's something wrong with her cunt now, something oozing inside her flesh, something dark and sinister. 

"Prepare the closing."

She braces, but there's not much pain this time. Not more than she's already in. The device is removed, leaving her shattered pelvis behind. Hands rub over her hips, causing another scream, as she feels the distinct feeling of her pelvis knitting itself back together -- not quite the same way as before, but enough to let her walk. She feels a tugging at her entrance, over and over, but she barely has the sense enough to understand what is happening.

A face swims out of the darkness: "You will leave that be. When your time comes, the midwife will remove the stitches. Until then, you are to remain as you have been made."

The restraints are opened. Shiori can barely breathe through the intense nausea that accompanies wave after wave of pain. She turns slightly to the side and vomits, the watery stuff going up her nose as well as out her mouth. It's mostly water and bile; she was sure not to eat for this exact reason. 

"Gather your strength, that you may better submit it to Our Lady."

Bleakly, Shiori remembers that there's meant to be three things forfeited. 

[NPCs]

As Shiori forced herself upright, she couldn't react in time to those same hands pulling her off the table. They didn't let go of her; which is good, as she wouldn't have been able to keep herself upright by herself. Not with how her pelvis erupted with fresh pain, not with how her legs felt like they were twisted in place, her feet pointing outwards just enough to mess up her sense of balance. There was a soft click of a tongue to her left, an annoyed, disapproving sound, before a harsh chant is followed by the feeling of a fingernail stabbing into her lower back.

A chill rippled through her as her body is... not healed. It was close to the feeling of magical healing, particularly that which comes from a vial, but there's no easing of pain, no feeling of rightness. Instead, it simply felt like her body was being reinforced, a sort of hollow healthiness that she instinctively knew she couldn't depend on. As soon as the sensation settled into place, she was yanked forward.

"Will you continue, tainted toy?"

It took her a few seconds to force her tongue to work, but Shiori managed to croak out an agreement after the second try. Neither question nor utterance were loud enough to hide the sound of more footsteps approaching her, even if the room was too dark and she in too much pain to look.

"Then you are called upon to show your submission by using the strength that rightfully belongs to the Goddess to further Her desires."

Shiori was lead forward, now almost two thirds of the way to the altar proper. In front of her were two more of Her Own, though they were clearly slaves and not priestesses. Big hulking brutes both, the two humans are lowering a third figure to the ground. Chains rattle as they did so, drawing Shiori's attention to the heavy iron chains that bound the captive's wrists to an iron band around his waist and his feet at the ankles. 

None of that was distraction enough to prevent her from recognizing a paler, thinner, Dniss.

[well dry, will write more later. feel free to add if inspired]

[Shiori]

Shoiri enters a sort of fugue state, overwhelmed enough not to be processing what her body does. Not to feel the soft arms surround her, guiding her hand with the knife. Not to care when she's instructed to crush the man's sternum with both hands, using all her weight to cause a little crack. Not to hear his screams as she cuts him open down the center, as she breaks his ribs to get them out of the way. 

When she raises the still-attached heart to her lips, that's when she realizes what she's done. What she's about to do. She lets out a low, soft moan, but when the arms tense around her, she does as she's been told (she knows what to do, though she cannot recall the exact words used) and takes a bloody bite. 

"You have submitted your strength to Her purposes," purrs the head priestess, thrilled by this performance, by the blood dribbling all down Shiori's front, making her seem a madwoman. "And now you will submit one last thing: your soul."

This is bad. This is the worst outcome. Shiori is pledged to Raplin, through Maeve; she has no interest in changing her deity, nor in placing her eternal soul in Sirena's hands. They had hoped at best this would be a metaphorical submission of the soul, not a literal handing-off of Shiori's eternal soul. 

That's why there's a feeling of relief as the cage containing the dire fox is rolled out in front of her. The guilt will come much, much later; guilt at being relieved, guilt at feeling as though she has escaped a fate worse than death by transferring that fate to her beloved pet. 

[NPCs]

Dreamy is, in a word, a mess. She wasn't actively tortured-- yet-- but she'd been held captive for almost two days now. They had withheld food and water, had kept her in such a cramped cage as to force her to practically soil herself, and kept her in the silent dark all the while. The only stimulus she'd gotten since the door to her cage had been shut was the burning pain of the cold iron cage. 

Dire foxes, like any other dire beast, are not harmed or weakened by cold iron. But Dreamy is not just dire but also fae-touched, which is the source of her increased, albeit still animal-like, intelligence and her minor illusion magics. So while the cold iron cage hadn't outright killed her as it would have a pure-blood fae creature of her power, it had acted much like being staked out in in the full sun of a hot summer day to a normal fox. 

Her body trembled, with blisters on her paws and gums where she had tried desperately to fight free. Her nose and mouth were dry, her eyes watery and red. She lay slumped on the bottom of the cage, too weak to even lift her head to see the reason for the sudden light pouring down on her. The cold iron's taint hadn't reached her mind yet, though the pain and isolation have already begun to warp the foundations of her sanity. 

[Shiori]

Shoiri looks to the head priestess, wetting her lips, but she doesn't get as far as asking her question when the head priestess speaks: "You will break her, and then we will sell her. The profit will enrich the Family."

Break? Sell? The words seem to have no meaning. Then Shiori recalls the look of determination in Bull's eyes the last time she saw him and she wants to vomit again. Slavery. She had brought Dreamy into this situation, and now she was going to torture and sell her friend. At least it's not Jass, some traitor piece of her mind whispers. But Dreamy... she's an innocent. She did nothing wrong. Shoiri pushes aside images of Dreamy with whipped cream on her nose as they place a scepter in her right hand. 

"Use this item on her. It will destroy her intelligence. I am told it is very painful."

Shiori is pushed towards the cage, where she squats down to get on Dreamy's level. "I'm so, so sorry," she whispers to the vulpine. 

[NPCs]

Dreamy whimpered plaintively, barely able to understand what's happening. She was still fighting, still struggling, against the pain and torment she'd been subjected to but it had worn down to a doomed last stand hours ago. And yet... and yet... she managed to open an eye at Shiori's words. Just the one, the other swollen shut and inflamed with the beginnings of a nasty infection. But just the one was enough to make out her lady's face.

"...you... came," the fox whispered, shuddering with relief. Her body went limp, the tension flooding out of her as she realized that she'd been rescued. That she was safe. Thank you. Safe... I'm safe...

[Shiori]

Shiori's heart shatters. Tears stream down her face, and she reaches a hand through the bars and strokes Dreamy's face gently. "Yeah. I came. Don't worry, you're safe now," she says, voice cracking. "Just close your eyes, okay?"

Dreamy closes her eyes, trusting, innocent. "I love you," whispers Shiori. "You were a good girl. A very good girl."

Then she raises the scepter and, unflinching and unerringly, slams it down on Dreamy's head. She aims well -- right at the back of the head, breaking the neck and severing the spinal cord where it enters the harder skull. 

She receives a return blow as soon as her guardian realizes what she's doing, but it's too late -- Dreamy's body crumples, finally at peace. 

[NPCs]

Everything went away for a while after the first burst of light and pain from the blow. When Shiori became aware once more, it's to the sound of angry words interspersed with defiant ones. Then the sound of a slap, a cry of pain, a plea for mercy from a blood filled mouth.

More darkness, more nothing.

Then awareness slammed into Shiori like belly-flopping onto near freezing water. The pain she had been in last she could remember was gone. Instead, a dull, throbbing hurt filled every inch of her body. The reduction in pain was almost evenly paid for in a deep set weariness and a burning in her throat to match the sandy feeling in her mouth. 

"It is done. Her wounds have been sped to healing and the babe made doubly secure. She will need water and iron soon, however, or her body will collapse in on itself."

There's a murmur from someone further away than the first voice, which then replied, "soon as measured in hours, not minutes, yes, but not more than a handful of them. Regardless, my task is done."

[Shiori]

Shoiri floats in and out of consciousness after that, her body not willing to stay awake very long. Her dreams are tortured, nightmarish things, full of blood and pain and screaming and that terrible smell of burning flesh. 

When she opens her eyes and sees her very own ceiling, she can't help herself: a pitiful whine comes from her lips. "Jass?"

[NPCs]

Silence.

[Shiori]

She coughs a little, then croaks louder, "Jassinth?"

[NPCs]

"Ah, Lady Shiori, you're awake."

That's a woman's voice. An unfamiliar woman with a clear Toukami accent sounding neither young nor old.

"Do you wish for help sitting up?"

[Shiori]

"No, I -- I want my servant. My Jassinth. Where is he?" she manages to croak. 

[NPCs]

"I'm afraid I don't know who that is," she replied politely. "I was assigned by your sister's father-electi to tend to you during your convalescence. He's also assigned you a new lady's maid and a tutor."

[Shiori]

"No," she whimpers. "No, no, he was supposed to-- he's supposed to be for the baby, for Raplin's baby.."