Perilous Journey Thread 2 Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/03/15 (Sat) 12:59:50 c15628 No. 30588
The story so far: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jDAw5wU0k_MAvpDjZejiBTYrK3s6gqVq4Tv7foCXiko/pub
Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yr4Nzf_gPQ_jwxVuVxrWtw9qcU6NytzLJIN6MBN-0Mw/pub
Combat Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UIUPkQ5PmueOXMPnSOMmSo6mLatCsQXmwP2rlCjiVRg/pub
Inventory: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dcGR96y3n_2vQcgsCXGQKLNtd2KKmbEUfHYLXV3Y8S8/pub
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With the crazed alchemist right on your heels, the choice seems obvious – you rush forward and drop into the chute feet first. Just as your head disappears from view, you glance back to see your pursuer bursting into the room.
The chute is slippery – both with constant use that polished its walls smooth and with some wet, greasy substance, which means that you immediately start picking up speed. Too much speed, you realize, as the passage dips down and the air rushing past begins roaring in your ears. You try to slow down by splaying out your limbs against the chute's walls, but there's no purchase or friction to be found.
To make matters worse, while there are a few turns on your way down, they're nowhere near sharp enough to disperse your momentum – so when you see light somewhere ahead of you, the passage's walls are passing you by in a blur.
Suddenly, the chute levels off – then ends, and you shoot out into a wide, open cavern lit by a red glow. Its source – a lake of discolored water you're about to drop into.
Something – a stone statue – flashes past on your way out. You make a grab for it.
[Agility Roll: 34+5(attr)-5(status)=34 vs 60: Complete Failure]
And miss completely, your hands closing around empty air. With the beginnings of a scream welling up in your throat, you splash into the lake, the water closing over your head.
A few seconds later, you surface – or, to be exact, Cassandra does, having taken control of your limbs for a brief moment.
You tread water, trying to get your bearings – what draws your immediate attention is the structure from which you emerged. A great wall takes up this entire side of the lake – much like the one you saw at the entrance not that long ago. Here, the figures carved into the reliefs and the statues lining it – much like the one you failed to grab – seem to almost move and dance in the dim, reddish glow emanating not the water, as you originally thought, but from large crystalline shapes growing out of the cavern's natural stone.
From what you can see, the wall has a single door in it, albeit a massive one. It faces a pier of sorts – which extends outward, toward the lake and a circular platform, on which stands a group of pillars carved to resemble sinuous, thick tentacles that converge above a large, flattened piece of rock. A sacrificial altar – something stirs in Cassandra's memory.
Even further out into the water is another circular platform – a far smaller one, barely two meters across. It is low by the water and connected to the altar circle by a small bridge – and also the closest piece of solid ground to where you fell in, so you set out for it, reaching it in a handful of strokes.
You begin climbing onto the platform, when feel something close around your ankle. And pull. You scream, take a gulp of water as your head disappears under the surface, emerge again, coughing and sputtering, trying to scramble onto the platform. But a large, reddish tentacle shoots out of the water and seizes your arm, while another thick and heavy one wraps around your torso – and you're suddenly high up in the air, a half-dozen tentacles wrapping and coiling themselves around your body.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/03/15 (Sat) 13:01:27 c15628 No. 30589
>>30588
Day 1
Time: 11:29 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 15/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h), Bound (doubled Arousal gain, indefinite)
[Physique Roll: 16+15(attr)=31 vs 80: Abysmal Failure]
The struggle is brief and doomed to failure. The tentacles – each meters long and thick as your arm – quickly wrap themselves tightly around you, binding together your legs and trapping your arms against your body. At which point, of course, the will to struggle completely abandons you and you hang limply in their grip.
The tip of one of the tentacles slithers up, across your face and then pats your head twice – as if approving of your acquiescence.
Another appendage emerges from the water – this one far thinner than the rest. It slithers upwards, wrapping itself gently around your body and ending its journey by coiling twice around your neck, hovering right in front of your face – you can see that its end is thicker and darker, with an unmistakable phallic shape.
It plunges forward – and you instinctively turn your head away, somewhat to your surprise discovering that in this way, at least, you can still resist – weak and laughable as that resistance may be. In response, the coils around your neck tighten – not hard enough to choke you, but sufficiently to make clear it's an option – then the tentacle positions itself for another attempt.
A) Continue resisting for as long as you are physically able – at this point, simply giving in would be akin to breaking character [Tenacity]
B) Accept the tentacle into your mouth. It's getting in there sooner or later and the last thing you need is to make the creature holding you angry
Herpyderp 10/03/15 (Sat) 13:16:14 5760d1 No. 30591
AlphaWanker 10/03/15 (Sat) 13:39:50 d30d2a No. 30592
AlphaWanker 10/03/15 (Sat) 14:05:42 5da4fc No. 30593
AlphaWanker 10/03/15 (Sat) 15:59:16 a7a946 No. 30595
AlphaWanker 10/03/15 (Sat) 17:26:56 ad1a7d No. 30596
AlphaWanker 10/03/15 (Sat) 17:45:15 6a2b0e No. 30597
AlphaWanker 10/03/15 (Sat) 21:04:47 8443c5 No. 30599
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 00:36:51 b920a9 No. 30601
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/04/15 (Sun) 06:49:22 c15628 No. 30606
Herpyderp 10/04/15 (Sun) 07:49:07 5760d1 No. 30607
Rolled 7 (1d100)
>>30606
Rawl
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/04/15 (Sun) 12:58:57 c15628 No. 30608
Day 1
Time: 11:35 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
You turn your head away from the tentacle again, determined to deny the creature holding you the satisfaction of your compliance. Since this morning, you've done nothing but resist attempts to make you submit. And while you're almost certainly bound to lose this one, for some reason, you refuse to simply give in.
The tentacles tighten around you and shudder – you can practically feel their growing irritation. You mentally steel yourself against what will happen next. Choking, crushing, drowning – anything to make you scream out in pain. Or pleasure – you half-expect more tentacles to rise from the water and begin violating you – with just a wet loincloth clinging around your loins, there's nothing to keep them away. So you prepare yourself for that as well, intending to hold out for as long as you can.
However, what you utterly fail to consider is the possibility of a tentacle simply wrapping around your tail and yanking it. Hard.
[Tenacity Roll: 7+5(attr)=12 vs 60: Abysmal Failure]
You yell out in surprise as much as you do in pain. And that proves more than enough – the appendage in front of your face shoots forward, jamming itself into your mouth before you can close it again. You toss your head left and right, trying to dislodge the intruder, but it's too late – the tip immediately begins to swell, filling your mouth and forcing your jaw open, turning your shouts of protest into inarticulate groans.
Knowing how these things usually go, you're not particularly surprised when you feel a spurt of liquid hit the back of your throat. And even if it wasn't for the fact that frames lack gag reflex as a matter of course, you would still be forced to swallow it down – with your mouth so completely sealed off, there is simply no other place it can go. Neither is it surprising that the liquid leaves a warm, burning feeling as it slides down your throat – a feeling that spreads across your entire body and turns your nethers unbearably damp.
[Arousal gain: 5x2=10]
What does surprise you is what happens next. Because, instead of the expected torrent of aphrodisiacs, the tentacle limits itself to that single spurt – at which point it begins to soften and shrink, until it's able to slither out of your mouth, leaving behind a trail of milky goop. And, instead of being spread-eagled and relentlessly fucked, you are instead lowered and gently deposited by one of the pillars on the altar platform – at which point the tentacles release you and recede into the water.
And while your first instinct is to turn and run, you suddenly find that your legs won't support you, that your eyes won't focus, and that you can't form a coherent thought.
While your internal clock claims that you spend just a few minutes lying helplessly on the floor, to you it may as well be hours of your inner ears spinning slowly as a cacophonous noise fills your head, threatening to blow it apart from the inside.
Eventually, those sensations recede. The cavern ceases performing backflips and clarity slowly returns to your thoughts. However, even as you sit up, using the pillar for support, you become aware of something akin to a hum inside your skull – a hum that suddenly explodes into a voice:
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/04/15 (Sun) 13:00:12 c15628 No. 30609
>>30608
::If you are moving about, this means the link has been established. So if you can hear me, allow me to begin by offering my apologies for any rough handling I was forced to employ.::
The voice is measured and polite. Urbane, oozing with class and education. But every word seems to slither across your mind like the tentacle earlier, leaving a trail of filth and slime. And it is all in your head, you realize – all your ears are hearing are your own frightened gasps.
::Ordinarily, I would have insisted on proper ceremony. My temple – such as it is – does have an altar for a reason. However time, I am afraid, is not on our side. And also, since you did decide to hurry our meeting along by, quite literally, landing on top of me…::
What follows is the mental equivalent of a shrug – the sensation is impossible to put into words, but somehow immediately identifiable.
::But. Introductions. I am Olgidernathus, also known as He Who Waits Below – but most who come to serve me elect to simply call me "master." Both for simplicity – and accuracy. And you – oh, no need to introduce yourself. Not when the world itself shivers with every footstep you take, fearfully whispering your name. I welcome you to my humble abode, Maiden of Bedlam. I am beyond gratified that you are at last in my presence.::
You finally manage to rise to your feet. Your hair and your tunic – or what's left of it after the abuse it went through today – cling to your face and body, still wet after your plunge into the lake. You shiver, looking out across the calm waters, and consider your chances of making it to the door if you just turn and run.
::I do understand you may feel confused and I am more than willing to answer questions and quell your doubts. However, if you have any, I do suggest you hurry with voicing them – as I said, our time is short. An adversary draws near to this chamber, and facing her will soon occupy all my attention. Thus, if you want to know something – ask now.::
A) What's a "Maiden of Bedlam?"
B) What does he want from you?
C) Who is that adversary he mentioned? Are you in danger?
D) Why this facade of politeness when it's clear he could simply fuck you into submission?
E) If you serve him, are you going to end up crazy like Keera?
F) <anon choice>
Choose up to two questions – they will be asked in the order based on the number of votes they'll get. Additionally:
1) Refuse to serve Olgidernathus or call him your master
2) Agree to work for him – but if you're as important as he seems to suggest, you expect some sort of reward
3) Willingly and sincerely offer your service
4) Willingly offer your service, while intending to weasel your way out of it at the earliest opportunity
5) Don't commit yourself to anything quite yet
5) Don't even bother talking to him, simply turn around and run
Herpyderp 10/04/15 (Sun) 13:06:50 5760d1 No. 30610
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 14:07:14 8443c5 No. 30611
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 14:07:31 e551b9 No. 30612
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 14:22:06 d30d2a No. 30613
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 14:22:36 f43bf1 No. 30614
>>30609
CB3. He seems nice
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 15:33:08 a7a946 No. 30615
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 18:11:16 021f13 No. 30616
AlphaWanker 10/04/15 (Sun) 20:47:24 4841f1 No. 30619
>>30609
CE5
just a heads up, you have two 5)'s
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 01:20:38 ad1a7d No. 30621
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 01:28:52 ad1a7d No. 30622
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 01:59:35 ad1a7d No. 30623
A
C
3
Also this is the most shocking twist i have ever seem in a storytiem (more shocking than anything M. Night Shalamalan has ever done). After that abysmal failure i totally expected us to get screwed.
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 02:08:23 a2720c No. 30624
>>30623
It's like we're getting raped but finally for once the rapist has given the common courtesy of a reach-around. You know?
J4CK0FH34RT5 10/05/15 (Mon) 02:51:08 90aaab No. 30625
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 05:50:39 5a0ca7 No. 30626
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/05/15 (Mon) 07:28:46 c15628 No. 30627
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/05/15 (Mon) 09:57:57 c15628 No. 30628
>>30619
Also, thanks for pointing that out. This must've happened when I was shuffling around options just before posting the update to the thread.
Is there a way for users to edit their own posts? It seems like there should be, as some posts I saw in other threads are marked as having been edited, but I'm either blind or stupid, cause I can't find the option anywhere.
Herpyderp 10/05/15 (Mon) 10:33:17 5760d1 No. 30629
>>30628
I think there is, but it has to be granted by Onyx.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/05/15 (Mon) 12:39:36 c15628 No. 30632
Day 1
Time: 11:39 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
Questions swirl through your head. You open your mouth to ask the most obvious one, but Cassandra interjects, suggesting one that is far more pertinent.
"An adversary? Someone's coming to fight you?" for lack of an actual person to address, you speak in the direction of the water. "Am I in danger too? Should I…" you stop yourself just short of asking if the thing in the lake expects you to defend it somehow.
::Indeed, there is an intruder who entered my domain – quite rudely, I might add. Irritatingly, she has proven quite skilled at bypassing my defenses. Yet, I do not believe she is here to slay me – in fact, I would be most amused if that were the case. No – far more likely she is here to bargain: A service of hers for a measure of my power. Simply keep out of sight once she arrives – else she may mistake you for another guardian thrown in her path.::
This relieves Cassandra somewhat – though she notes that hiding places are scarce in the cavern. Unless you want another swim in the lake, your best bet will be to stay on the edge of the platform, behind the pillars.
"You called me a 'Maiden of Bedlam.' What is that supposed to mean?"
::It means that you are an agent of change. A catalyst of disorder. Yours is the power to know a man's heart – and to sow it with discontent. Though your potential is great, I suspect it has only begun to awaken and is still subtle – you may have even not noticed it, or mistaken it for some natural talent. But I assure you, Maiden, in time your power will grow to shake the very foundations of the world you walk on.::
He's trying to make you feel like someone important, Cassandra cautions. Like you have worth. How many times have you fallen for such honeyed words? How many times has your trust been broken?
::A time of strife is coming. A time of chaos and change. And I fear that you, Maiden, are fated to take part in it. There will be many who will seek you out for your power. Many who will seek to use them – to use you – for their own ends. Allow me to reiterate how glad I am to have reached you first.::
"Why? What do you want from me?"
Here it comes, says Cassandra. The big lie.
::I seek to use you for my own ends.::
The long moment of consternated silence that follows is interrupted by peals of laughter that echo inside your head.
::Not the answer you were expecting, Maiden?:: the question is asked in a tone of sincere amusement, but the voice then immediately turns serious. ::I will speak plainly: There is no stopping the approaching upheaval. There is no way for you to avoid involvement. A great game begins that promises to upset the established balance and you will be highly sought by players seeking to turn the board in their favor. I am one such – but I have lived for long enough that I would like to believe myself wiser than most. I could lie to you, grooming you into an unwitting pawn. I could intimidate and whip you into obedience. But I would much rather have you a willing ally, as I believe that, given choice between cooperation and compliance, the former yields superior results.::
I don't trust this, Cassandra declares. But her conviction, you note, is tinged by a drop of uncertainty.
::Therefore, honesty is what I offer you – first and foremost. In my service, there will be sacrifices. There will be pain and humiliation. I will regret the necessity – but not hesitate to make you suffer where it serves my needs. You will be subject to indignities and debasements. In exchange, I will reward you. And I will help you develop and understand your powers. But I will also punish you for failure and expect loyalty in return.::
He pauses, giving you a moment to process his words.
::So this is my offer, laid bare before you. The same offer you will get anywhere else – but not dressed in comforting half-truths, unvoiced omissions, or empty promises. In this game you will always be but a playpiece – but I would much rather you be a major figure than a pawn to be sacrificed for a moment's advantage.::
::What is your choice, Maiden?::
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/05/15 (Mon) 12:40:25 c15628 No. 30633
>>30632
Possible responses swirl through your mind. Do you trust Olgidernathus? No, of course not. And neither does Cassandra. But, somehow, you don't think he expects you to trust him. And his offer, at least, seems sincere. While there is no doubt that, should you refuse, he will secure your compliance through less favorable means, he did give you a choice when he did not need to.
Taking a step back from the situation, you also realize that there is truth in his talk of inevitability. The storyline the game's producers envisioned is going to progress and you expect they have plenty of ways to deal with those trying to buck the trend. This may well be the best offer you'll get – who knows how much worse things will get if you reject it out of hand.
Also, he didn't seem interested in raping you. Which, given the circumstances is surprising, to the point of being downright bizarre. Despite how insane the sentiment sounds, you can't help but… appreciate that in some strange way.
"Yes," you hear yourself say. "I accept your offer. I will serve you willingly, Olgidernathus."
::Master will do – it is far less cumbersome.::
"Yes," you repeat, and the next word rolls off your tongue with the weight of finality: "Master."
You actually feel it happening – what Cassandra calls a binding. The acceptance of a new owner. Finding your place in the world – reaching out with the leash around your neck and placing it in a firm hand. It is your anchor. It gives meaning and purpose. It gives stability.
The leash finds no purchase.
It flails about blindly, as Cassandra's confusion and panic threatens to overtake you.
::Ah, see what I mean?:: your master's voice is preceded by a good-natured chuckle. ::You are untutored. Your power – weak and unrefined. This can be fixed – but even so, what you are trying to do will not work. Not on me, at least.::
The master does not seem angry with you. This helps you get yourself under control. The leash withdraws – then heads off somewhere else. Curious, you try to follow it – but are interrupted before you can.
::And now, I fear that our time has just ran out. The one I spoke of before arrives. And thus, here is my first task for you,:: the master's voice grows hard and resolute. ::Hide.::
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/05/15 (Mon) 12:41:10 c15628 No. 30634
>>30633
With a hollow crash, the door at the end of the cavern is thrown open and you obediently leap behind the nearest pillar – though sheer curiosity drives you to peek your head out from behind the carved stone, to see who it is that approaches.
From the door emerges a tall figure clad in black and, without breaking stride, marches resolutely toward the altar. As it draws near, you see that the figure belongs to a woman – or rather, a hybrid, as evidenced by the pair of large cat ears rising above her long, raven-black hair. She is wearing a flowing, expensive robe and in her hand is a long staff. Smoke pours off a faintly glowing gem set in its tip, creeping along the floor or swirling upward, swept up by the air currents created by the woman's passage.
As you watch, you spot another figure appear in the door. It half-runs, half-creeps behind the woman approaching her rapidly and inaudibly. You recognize her.
It's Keera.
And you realize just where your leash went.
While you're dealing with that revelation, Keera runs up behind the woman and, just as she reaches the circle of pillars, the flaxen-haired catgirl somersaults over her, stabbing a needle into her shoulder.
The woman utters a cry of shock and surprise, but recovers quickly, reacting just as Keera lands on the ground. She thrust her staff forward, the gem flashes – and Keera is blasted backwards, flying to the air and smashing into the altar. Her body goes limp and she slumps to the ground.
The woman remains where she was, in a low stance, her head turning – the staff following – scanning the area for further threats. She finds none, as you hide fully behind the pillar, flattening yourself against the carved stone.
You hear a small moan. Then a louder one. Daring to peek around the pillar again, you see the woman is standing over Keera's body – and leaning heavily on the altar, her face flushed and her whole body shaking.
"Motherfuckers," she pants out angrily. "Had to wait right till the fucking end, didn't they?"
One of her hands keeps straying into the folds of her robe and toward her groin. With a snarl, she tears it away and places it flat on the altar.
"No. None of that bullshit," she hisses. "I'm not fucking up on the first day. You want to play it this way, you cunt? Fine! We'll see how you like this!"
She reaches down and grasps Keera by the tunic, hauling the unconscious catgirl up onto the altar. The tilted slab has iron cuffs attached to it to serve as restraint, and the woman uses them to begin restraining your – the thought causes Cassandra some difficulty – your owner.
You can't help but notice that the woman seems entirely absorbed by her actions. You could probably sneak up on her – if you dared risk it.
Should you?
A) Remain hidden as your master instructed – let this scene play out on its own
B) Interfere to protect your owner – or at least consider the options you have for doing so
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 13:11:00 e551b9 No. 30636
>>30634
A at first. Look what she is doing. If she tries to permanently harm Keera - sneak up on her, I guess?
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 14:29:47 afebf7 No. 30639
>>30634
A) - Remain hidden. If Master wants us to intervene, he can tell us so telepathically.
Be obedient, wait it out.
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 14:35:13 a7a946 No. 30640
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 15:04:07 365f79 No. 30641
Herpyderp 10/05/15 (Mon) 15:35:30 5760d1 No. 30642
>>30634
A, no use in disobedience now.
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 16:36:43 021f13 No. 30646
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 17:57:27 d30d2a No. 30648
AlphaWanker 10/05/15 (Mon) 23:54:21 9bd95e No. 30668
>>30634
A, because I don't think disobeying orders straight out the gate is the best of ideas when our boss is literally in our head. Besides, it's neat to see another contestant, and I want to see what she does here.
AlphaWanker 10/06/15 (Tue) 04:28:38 98c9ef No. 30679
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/06/15 (Tue) 20:04:51 c15628 No. 30692
>>30636
>>30639
>>30640
>>30641
>>30642
>>30648
>>30668
>>30679
A
>>30646
B
No contest win by A. However, no update tonight – busy workday again. I tried to get something done, but I'm too tired and I can tell I'm writing tripe. Will get it finished tomorrow morning.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/07/15 (Wed) 14:40:29 c15628 No. 30716
Day 1
Time: 11:42 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
The first reason you remain hidden is because you were instructed to do so – it would be foolish in the extreme to anger the creature you only just swore allegiance to by disobeying a direct order.
The second reason is that you recognize this hybrid for who she is – another player.
Contestant interactions were one of the many topics you've studied in preparation for the game. To put it simply, conflict between players is encouraged – and inevitable. There is no consolation prize after all – only first place counts. And, to ramp up the tension, the storylines themselves tend to have contestants regularly cross paths, typically in pursuit of conflicting objectives.
Granted, you didn't expect to run into another player on the very first day. And especially not one you are completely unsuited to fighting – this must be one of the Tainted Scholars.
Which is why you stay hidden behind the pillar while the woman finishes strapping Keera to the altar. She then picks up her staff – but pauses, her brow furrowing as her eyes fall on a small chest at the foot of the altar. Her mouth twists into a nasty smile.
"You know," she pats Keera's cheek, which causes the catgirl's head to flop to one side, "I think I just got an even better idea for you, you little shit. Just hang tight for a moment."
The Scholar opens the chest and from inside retrieves a small jar and a piece of chalk. The chalk she uses to draw strange symbols on the stone around Keera's limp form. Meanwhile, the jar turns out to contain red paint, which she uses to draw similar marks on the catgirl's forehead and – after hitching up her tunic and pulling down her pants – stomach and thighs.
You note that during her work she makes several mistakes due to her shaking hands, having to erase the marks and start again. Whenever that happens, she curses heavily, shooting Keera's unconscious form a venomous look. But, eventually, everything is to her satisfaction and the woman retrieves her staff again and, stepping back, inserts its tip between the catgirl's legs. The gem flashes – as do the mark's on Keera's body – and your owner jerks awake with a start, her back arching as she strains against the restraints, from her mouth issuing a cry that dissolves into an ecstatic moan.
"Yeah, I thought you might like that," the Scholar jams the staff in by another inch, watching the catgirl squirming and rubbing against it with a satisfied smirk – and looking much more in control of herself.
Keera goes limp again and you see her lips move, muttering something that you can't make out. Neither can the woman – and she frowns.
"What?" she asks, stepping closer and leaning in. "What did you say?"
Keera lunges forward and the woman leaps back with a surprised cry, just barely avoiding the catgirl's teeth, which snap close less than an inch from her nose.
"Bitch!" angry – and rattled – the woman reverses her staff and rams its iron-shod butt into Keera's stomach. The restrained hybrid gasps and falls back against the rock as the blow drives air from her lungs.
The woman pulls back – then attacks again, swinging her staff in a wide arc and striking the side of Keera's head with a crack, knocking it sideways. The catgirl goes limp again – but the woman does not fall for the same trick twice.
"Yeah," she spits out, "that's better. Now you just hang there and be my insurance policy while I talk to your boss."
The woman pulls back the staff, blows Keera a kiss, and walks around the altar, and outside the pillar circle, stepping onto the small platform facing the lake. There, she stops and slams the butt of her staff into the ground.
"Olgidernathus!" she calls out in a voice that echoes around the cavern. "I come as a supplicant, requesting your audience. Show yourself!"
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/07/15 (Wed) 14:40:51 c15628 No. 30717
>>30716
At first, it seems like her demand garners response. But then, a ripple passes through the water. Waves begin forming as something stirs beneath the dark surface. Then, the lake bulges upward – and splits, the waters falling away to uncover the enormous mass rising from its depths as your master reveals himself. He looks much like an octopus – if octopi were titanic in size, easily filling half of the cavern, with even more of his mass still hidden beneath the water. And if they had dozens – if not hundreds – of tentacles, some thick as tree trunks, while others as thin and dexterous as the ones that held you just minutes ago. And if, instead of two eyes, they had one colossal, which was colossal– easily the size of a house – and completely red, with a slitted pupil as black and deep as the abyss. The eye blinks and focuses on the Scholar's figure, which stands undaunted on her perch, despite the waves caused by the creature's appearance rolling across the platform and reaching as high as her knees, threatening to pull her into the water.
"Who calls my name so brazenly?" Olgidernathus demands in a booming voice that is akin to a roaring whirlpool – and yet somehow similar to the urbane tone you've heard in your head. "Who dares to summon me from my slumber?"
"I am Persephone!" the woman yells out, her own voice suddenly sounding weak and shaky. "I come as a petitioner! I come to bargain! My services – for your power!"
"And what services could you possibly provide?" Olgidernathus's dismissive rumble makes the entire cavern vibrate slightly. "What use would I have for you – save as a plaything?!"
A few tentacles shoot forward – but just as they are about to reach the woman, they suddenly stop in midair, as if encountering an invisible wall.
Olgidernathus blinks.
"You bear the mark," he states more than asks.
"I do!" she rolls up the sleeve of her left hand, showing him the underside of her forearm – with her back turn to you, you cannot see what is there. "I have the mark – and I crossed your temple. I bested your guardians and your acolytes – they could not keep me from your presence. I am worthy!"
"You are nothing," your master's voice maintains its dismissive tone, "until I learn your measure. You bear the mark – so you know what a Pact entails. There is always a price. There is always a service."
"Name your price!" the Scholar states confidently.
As they speak, your master draws closer to shore, his appendages climbing the walls and twisting around the stone platforms. While they continue to stay clear of the woman, a number coil around the bridge between the altar and her perch, while others surround her in a living wall, cutting off her escape and hiding her from your view.
A moment later, you yourself have to scramble out of the way as several of the larger tentacles begin curling around the pillars surrounding the altar. In fact, you have to jump inside their circle, or risk being knocked into the water.
"Fffuck," you hear a pained moan and turn around to see Keera squirming and struggling against her bonds, rubbing her thighs together and whimpering in frustration. Her head turns toward you – and her eyes focus, opening wide in surprise.
"Cass?" she hisses, her expression incredulous. "What are you doing here? You promised me you'd stay put and wait for me! You lied to me!"
She sounds genuinely hurt and offended – momentarily forgetting about her own circumstances.
A) "You promised I'd be safe."
B) "You promised you'd come back for me."
C) Apologize and explain yourself
D) Ask how you can help
E) Don't say anything and just try to set her free
F) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 16:05:35 afebf7 No. 30720
>>30717
D) "I'll explain later; how can I help?"
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 16:09:31 361c75 No. 30721
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 16:18:26 a7a946 No. 30722
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 16:52:54 d30d2a No. 30723
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 18:20:00 9bd95e No. 30725
A) "You promised I'd be safe."
And we saw how well that worked out! But hey, at least we met the boss and he's generally a cool guy considering, you know, he's a giant tentacle monster.
Anyway, play up the guilt-trip angle. I don't trust things to not go bad if we interfere right now.
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 18:32:17 a48dc1 No. 30726
Herpyderp 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:07:51 5760d1 No. 30728
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:14:11 c0117a No. 30731
>>30725
I like this approach the best.
She's a crazy bitch and should flip to being 'ok' once she knows we're on the same side.
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:21:31 03d6d1 No. 30732
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:33:08 90306e No. 30733
>>30717
A and ask how to set her free, considering she might be magically held.
AlphaWanker 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:37:55 9231f1 No. 30734
AlphaWanker 10/08/15 (Thu) 02:16:22 bf5dca No. 30739
AlphaWanker 10/08/15 (Thu) 03:53:23 c0117a No. 30741
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/08/15 (Thu) 19:17:46 c15628 No. 30751
>>30731
>>30741
Just so you know, this board has an ID system. So if you're going to try vote stacking, at least have the decency to use a decent proxy. Discarding both votes as a result.
>>30725
>>30733
>>30734
A
>>30723
C
>>30720
D
>>30721
>>30722
>>30726
>>30728
>>30732
>>30739
E
Option E wins.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/08/15 (Thu) 20:21:02 c15628 No. 30755
Day 1
Time: 11:44 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
Don't, says Cassandra, uncharacteristically forceful.
You pause with your mouth half-open, counteraccusations and complaints crowding at the end of your tongue. Why? – you demand. Guilt-tripping her already worked once before.
She was in a hurry. She isn't now. And even then, it was a mistake, You don't backtalk the owner. Never backtalk the owner. Apologize, accept punishment, promise to do better. But never, ever backtalk.
You close your mouth, swallowing back whatever you had to say. And you keep it closed – words of apology or contrition refuse to form on your lips. A compromise is reached – you keep your mouth shut, but walk over to the altar, intent on setting the catgirl free.
Your pride will become a lash against you, Cassandra says.
"Cass!" Keera hisses insistently. "Why aren't you saying anything? What are you doing here? What's wrong with you?!"
You ignore her, instead focusing on her restraints. They're simple hinged clasps, but lacking anything resembling a locking mechanism or even a keyhole. You find the line where the two halves split and, using both your hands, you try to simply force them apart.
The restraint sparks and a painful jolt runs through your fingers – you jump back, reflexively putting them in your mouth.
"That's not going to work, silly Cass," Keera chuckles ruefully and shakes her head. Her voice takes on a sing-song quality that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. "Once those things close, they don't open until the right spell says they open. And you don't know any spells, do you, silly Cass?"
You don't.
You do, says Cassandra.
Wait, what? Really?!
No. But you've been part of many rituals before – granted, mostly as a sacrifice. And, when you get right down to it, all of these dark cults use similar setups. And, eventually, some things do tend to stick in the mind….
"Fuck me," Keera moans. Having cycled from lucid to demented, now she slips into her horny state again. "Fuuuuck…"
With her pants still around her ankles, you can plainly see the clear drop of fluid slowly running down the inside of her leg.
"I gave her a full dose," she complains in a petulant tone. "She should be crawling around on her hands and knees, looking for dick. Why do I feel like looking for dick, Cass?"
A) Use Cassandra's memories to figure out what's needed to get the restraints open [Cunning]
B) Use Cassandra's memories to figure out what spell the Scholar put on Keera [tough Cunning]
C) Alternatively, you do have that blasted book that's weighing heavier on your shoulder by the minute… [possibly easier Cunning]
D) Ask Keera if she knows the spell to get the restraints off. For all you know, she's too crazy to realize she does.
E) <anon choice>
Herpyderp 10/08/15 (Thu) 20:39:15 5760d1 No. 30756
AlphaWanker 10/08/15 (Thu) 21:53:43 90306e No. 30758
AlphaWanker 10/08/15 (Thu) 22:38:05 afebf7 No. 30759
>>30755
A. We need to stop fighting this background and fucking USE it.
AlphaWanker 10/08/15 (Thu) 22:46:51 bc0c6c No. 30760
AlphaWanker 10/08/15 (Thu) 23:27:58 7fc6b9 No. 30761
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 02:50:37 d30d2a No. 30762
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 04:30:24 98c9ef No. 30765
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/09/15 (Fri) 17:09:27 c15628 No. 30776
>>30758
>>30759
>>30760
>>30761
>>30765
A
>>30756
>>30762
C
Trying to figure out how to get Keera free it is then. Give me that Cunning roll.
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 17:17:51 afebf7 No. 30777
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 17:18:20 afebf7 No. 30778
Rolled 97 (1d100)
>>30777
>>30776
Actually rolling
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 18:32:13 c0117a No. 30779
>>30778
high is better, innit
nicely done
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 18:55:44 afebf7 No. 30780
>>30779
and we get +15 to Cunning rolls, so that's 112.
Not sure if we get the interactions with owners bonus (or if Slave and Master might apply), given the circumstances.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/09/15 (Fri) 20:03:10 c15628 No. 30781
Day 1
Time: 11:45 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
If you know how to open those cuffs, then let's have it, you tell Cassandra.
Dutifully, she presents you with what she has. Memories – jumbled, scattered, fragmented. Sorting through them for anything coherent, you're struck by a sudden guilty thought.
I shouldn't be fighting you like this.
No, you shouldn't, comes the reply. After all…
[Cunning roll: 97 +15(attr)=112 vs 50: Critical Success!]
…why would you fight yourself?
The cavern, the altar, Kee's rambling – they all fade away. Instead, just like after waking up this morning, you are flooded with Cassandra's memories. Only now they are your memories as well. And instead of being drowned in them, you crest them, like a wave. You take hold – take ownership of them – a giant, yawning whirlpool of fear, abuse, pain, and rape. But, among all this, glittering in the churning depths – knowledge. Tiny gems of things overheard. Things remembered. Useful things. Secret things. Things that, if put into words, could topple nations. Decades – decades? – yes, decades of memories to sort through.
Cassandra does not see these gems, you realize. To her it's all dark. All water. All pain and fear best left forgotten. It's your own knowledge that provides proper context, giving these recollections significance – but you could not venture into this whirlpool alone. Without her to guide you, you would be swept away and lost.
Because this is how it's supposed to work, you comprehend – and it's a single thought formed in unison by two joint minds. The anchor and the sieve. I need to be both. Neither works alone.
I am both.
I am Cassandra.
This thought – this moment of perfect unity – lasts for only an instant. Then the mental construct – the dark, gleaming whirlpool – cracks, drifts apart, and fades away, the thunder of its waters replaced by the roar of your master's voice.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/09/15 (Fri) 20:04:41 c15628 No. 30782
>>30781
"…And you offered too little!" his triumphant words echo across the cavern. "You made your gamble, witch, and failed. You lacked the will to impose your terms. Now accept mine – or forfeit the protection of your mark!"
You peek around the altar stone, driven by irrepressible curiosity. You can see the small platform again – and, for a moment, you think it empty. Your master has drawn very close to shore, and now his bulk towers above the carved causeways. His eye alone seems to fill most of your vision, and only when the Scholar moves do you see her – a black silhouette lost in the enormity of your master's dark pupil.
"I have my own protections!" she shouts a challenge, striking her staff against the ground once more. An aura springs up around her – a transparent bubble of white energy, insignificant and fragile when compared against the sheer size of the creature she faces. "I reject your terms, Olgiderthanus! And I still aim to impose mine – by kicking your antideluvian ass!"
A dozen tentacles descends on her, swift, massive, and deadly. All strike the bubble, which, against all odds holds fast, repelling them in blinding discharges of energy. In response, the Scholar raises her staff again, and from it emerges a great gout of flame, which forces your master back, roaring in rage and pain.
Momentarily thwarted, but far from defeated, the ancient being does… something. You experience it as a wave of heat rolling through the cavern. Cassandra… you, still riding the remnants of your short-lived union, recognize it as a spell intent to break down the witch's mental barriers, to set a fire in her loins, and to reduce her to a lust-addled whore, capable of nothing but thoughtless masturbation.
It has no effect. Or rather, none on the Scholar. While, right next to you, Keera once again throws herself against her chains, screaming in painful ecstasy as a gush of pearly fluid splatters across her thighs.
"What is this trickery?!" your master demands, incredulous. "You did not even try to resist – why are you not on your knees, begging me to use your body?"
You know why. Even as you and Cassandra drifted apart, her memories gave you the insight you sought – and so much more than that. The Scholar is using Keera as a vessel for her own Arousal – a reservoir into which to drain away the torrents of lust that could overwhelm her otherwise. The spell does have a limit to its effect – it will break the moment the catgirl's lusts completely consume her. But, until then, the witch will remain lucid – and able to forego defense in favor of all-out attacks.
With knowledge of the spell's structure still practically burned into your mind, there's a few ways you could try to alter its function – the chalk and paint you'd need to change the symbols are right on hand.
Or, alternately, you could simply release Keera – breaking that particular spell would be trivial. Though what use the near-incoherent catgirl would be to you is anyone's guess.
A) Free Keera. This will not break the spell connecting her to the Scholar, but will prevent altering it [automatic success]
B) Break the spell on Keera by altering the symbols [moderate extended Cunning challenge vs Scholar's combat against your master]
C) Break the spell on Keera through less exotic means – i.e. the "hand method" [simple extended Agility challenge vs ongoing combat]
D) Try and reverse the spell instead – feed all that Arousal back to the Scholar to help your master [somewhat tough extended Cunning challenge vs ongoing combat]
No matter what choice you'll make, we'll be going into "combat time" since I intend to have the thread roll for the Scholar vs Olgiderthanus fight. If you go with any of the extended Cunning challenges, the related roll bonus from getting 100+ will apply throughout the challenge
>>30780
It was a knowledge not an interaction roll, so no. But it was a crit, so you still got a lot more than you'd have otherwise.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/09/15 (Fri) 20:21:53 c15628 No. 30783
Incidentally, I'd like to state my appreciation for how much the comment from >>30759 helped me with writing this update. Some of you may have noted that I keep the MC's personality vague. I'm deliberately avoiding imposing my own interpretation, instead taking cues from the choices the thread makes. And little things like this – justifications for why someone has taken one option over the other – really help me with fleshing out the character.
Note: I don't want anyone to take it as a demand that they explain their every choice. But, with the kind of story I'm telling, knowing why a character does something – the context to their actions – is as important as the results of those actions. And I feel that the more the thread gives me to work with, the better my writing will become in turn.
Herpyderp 10/09/15 (Fri) 20:37:38 5760d1 No. 30784
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 21:44:46 afebf7 No. 30785
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 21:44:59 90306e No. 30786
>>30782
Hmm… Lets go with B. Should be good enough, no reason to risk a hard challenge - and we want to help our master, right? Not use her as a tool?
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 21:46:38 afebf7 No. 30787
>>30786
You're right, we're supposed to serve, not supplant.
Can I change my previous vote
>>30785
to B?
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 22:03:28 c0117a No. 30788
>>30786
Keera was totally wierd when we first encountered her. She wouldn't give us answers, and was kind of creepy-clingy-deadly.
I'd say we need a hold over her.
Fighting may be tough, but luck also goes for the other side: they have to roll too, and i think we could use a hand over keera.
its our story, remember? its on us to make sense of it, but she is on our side, and we should help her out - that means winning the combat as well as breaking the spell.
>>30782
D
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 22:23:24 90306e No. 30789
>>30788
She was weird. She is creepy. She is definitely deadly.
She is also our owner, and that is our way to get a hold over her. Remember our feature - that should be our path to get power, not using her in a really damn risky way, and risking to piss her off even more extremely than we did by "running away".
Also, from what we read, breaking the spell should be good enough - that mage should be unable to keep up against something looking like more of a boss than a normal encounter without cheaty magic aid.
AlphaWanker 10/09/15 (Fri) 22:52:31 c0117a No. 30790
>>30789
I was thinking more equals or slightly favored slave than…. just trash/garbage.
There's ways for the subs to prove their worth and earn favors, this is one of them. Being clever, inventive, slightly naughty, and worth keeping around.
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 02:03:50 bc0c6c No. 30793
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 05:10:41 083300 No. 30796
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 05:50:02 98c9ef No. 30797
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 07:47:30 9231f1 No. 30798
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 08:25:43 c15628 No. 30799
>>30786
>>30787
>>30793
B
>>30784
>>30788
>>30796
>>30797
>>30798
D
Alright, D wins. We'll be trying to reverse the spell. Here's how this will play out:
- The thread will be rolling both for Cassandra and for the Scholar. This will mean eight rolls in total per update. Rolls for Cassandra will always happen first and for the Scholar second, but they will, in effect, be resolved simultaneously (so if, for example the Scholar would win on roll 3 and we would win on roll 4, the Scholar wins).
- There are no immediate consequences for Cassandra failing a roll, other than a lack of progress. However, if you accrue more than 3 failures or roll a critical failure, the Scholar might notice what you're doing and react accordingly. Two critical failures will mean things will get even more interesting.
- The challenge has three failure states: If the Scholar notices you and somehow prevents you from continuing. If the Scholar defeats Olgiderthanus before you complete the reversal. Or if the Scholar rolls enough failures to send Keera's arousal over 100, thus breaking the spell before you can reverse it. That said, depending on the situation at the time, the combat itself might still continue.
So, without further ado, please give me four Cunning rolls for Cassandra and then four rolls for Persephone. In the interest of speeding things along, please make that four rolls per poster.
If anyone needs a refresher, here are the rules for combat/skill challenges:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UIUPkQ5PmueOXMPnSOMmSo6mLatCsQXmwP2rlCjiVRg/pub
Herpyderp 10/10/15 (Sat) 08:48:23 5760d1 No. 30800
Rolled 30 (1d100)
>>30799
Cunning
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 09:10:23 d30d2a No. 30801
Rolled 51 (1d100)
>>30799
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 09:11:12 000000 No. 30802
Rolled 6, 91 = 97 (2d100)
2 more cunnings
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 09:58:01 90306e No. 30803
>>30802
Please only roll one roll at a time.
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 09:58:38 90306e No. 30804
Rolled 50 (1d100)
>>30799
Next roll, unsure whether it is Cass or the Scholar
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 10:01:21 c15628 No. 30805
>>30803
I did specifically ask for multiple rolls per poster for this particular challenge. The sooner all of them are done, the sooner I can start writing the update.
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 10:03:11 90306e No. 30806
Rolled 51, 54, 65 = 170 (3d100)
>>30805
Oh, did not see the "4 rolls/poster"! Sorry!
The other 3 rolls from me then, I guess?
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 11:26:33 c15628 No. 30807
Cassandra: Fatigue: 48/100, Arousal: 25/100. Progress: 0/5
Keera: Arousal: 70-80(?)/100
Olgiderthanus: Hits: 9/10, Rating: 80
Persephone: Fatigue: ???, Arousal: ???, Hits: ???
Challenge Begins
———-
[Cassandra: 30+15(attr)+10(100+ relevant roll bonus)=55 vs 60: Marginal Failure]
[Persephone: 50+45(total bonus)=95 vs 80: Solid Success]
"What are you doing, Cass?" Keera demands when you pick up a piece of chalk. "You're doing something silly, aren't you?
"Answer me!" she yells as you let Cassandra adjust the first rune, which is right next to Keera's ear. Which prompts the catgirl to turn her head and sink her teeth into your wrist.
It's only Cassandra's self-control that stops you from jerking the arm back, doing who knows what damage to the spell in the process. Instead, you hold your limb deliberately still and take a deep breath.
"I'm trying to help, Kee," you say as evenly and calmly as possible, looking right into her eyes. There is a loud explosion and a roar of pain shakes the cavern. "The master is fighting and he needs m- our help. There is no time to explain. Please let go and let me continue."
After a long moment, she reluctantly lets go of your wrist.
"The master… needs help?" she asks in a small voice.
[Cassandra: 51+15(attr)+10(100+ bonus)=76 vs 60: Solid Success]
[Persephone: 51+45(total bonus)=96 vs 80: Solid Success]
"Yes," you say, to the accompaniment of another explosion, your hand already moving across the stone, scribbling down arcane symbols from Cassandra's meories. "I think he does."
"I want to help the master too!" she rattles her restraints. "This isn't fair! What am I supposed to do like this?"
"Just…" you cast about for a good response as you lean down to adjust a mark near her hip. "Just make sure I'm not in any danger – that nothing sneaks up on me."
"Okay!" Keera agrees enthusiastically. And knees you in the chest, squarely between your breasts.
[Cassandra: 6+15(attr)+10(110+ bonus)=31 vs 60: Complete Failure]
[Persephone: 54+45(total bonus)=99 vs 80: Solid Success]
The blow drives the air out of your lungs and you stumble backwards a few steps, falling on your ass and gasping, hands clutched to your chest.
A moment later, a massive tentacle slams into the ground between the two of you – right where you were standing a moment before. It's blackened and criss-crossed with scorch marks and it twitches spasmodically for a few seconds, before sliding off into the water.
"You mean like this?" Keera asks innocently.
Biting back a reply, you get up and return to work.
[Cassandra: 91+15(attr)+10(100+ bonus)=116 vs 60: Overwhelming Success]
[Persephone: 65+45(total bonus)=109 vs 80: Solid Success]
You have a good grasp on what you're doing now – or at least you sincerely hope so. And even Keera seems to calm down for a bit, no longer interrupting your work sd you quickly add new symbols to the altar, while erasing or altering others. At the same time, you're keenly aware of the ongoing battle, your peripheral vision filled with flashes of color and bright discharges of energy. You note that the spell has not even activated once since you started – no additional lustful energies flowed across the link between the Scholar and your owner.
Which, on one hand, gives you more time to work with. But, on the other, means your master is definitely losing.
"Alright, Kee," you lay down the chalk and take another deep breath, picking up a jar of paint. "Now I need to start altering the marks on your body. Please: keep very, very still."
———-
Cassandra: Fatigue: 48/100, Arousal: 25/100. Progress: 2/5
Keera: Arousal: 70-80(?)/100
Olgiderthanus: Hits: 5/10, Rating: 80
Persephone: Fatigue: ???, Arousal: ???, Hits: ???
Challenge Status: Ongoing
Alright, another round of rolls please. As a reminder, two more failures means that the Scholar realizes someone's interfering. This may mean some of her attacks will start coming in your direction
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 11:49:28 083300 No. 30808
Rolled 42, 62, 96, 48 = 248 (4d100)
>>30807
4 cassandra
Herpyderp 10/10/15 (Sat) 11:53:06 5760d1 No. 30809
Rolled 18, 79, 68, 54 = 219 (4d100)
>>30807
4 for scholar I guess
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 12:09:13 c15628 No. 30810
>>30808
Well then! Since this set of rolls means you're completing the challenge on a crit, it opens up an opportunity to alter the spell further in your favor. You can:
A) Add yourself to the spell, to give your own Arousal to the Scholar – almost certainly sending her over the edge and ending the fight right then and there
B) Lower her Arousal threshold to 25 (1 week duration)
C) Force her to make Tenacity rolls or submit automatically to a single enemy type – in this instance, tentacles – whenever her Arousal is over its threshold (1 week duration)
D) Make no alterations, since what's about to happen to her is bad enough as it is.
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 12:33:42 083300 No. 30811
Herpyderp 10/10/15 (Sat) 12:46:47 5760d1 No. 30812
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 13:00:24 afebf7 No. 30813
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 16:38:44 bc0c6c No. 30814
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 17:26:38 d30d2a No. 30815
>>30810
B
also you changed the 51 roll into a 15
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 17:43:07 c15628 No. 30817
>>30811
>>30812
>>30813
>>30814
>>30815
B wins unanimously. Which I suppose is a good thing, as I've been working on the update since it hit 3 votes. It will be up in a few minutes.
>>30815
I did? Where, exactly? ctrl-f on the update shows both 51s are written correctly and the only +15's are from your attribute bonus.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 17:48:17 c15628 No. 30818
Cassandra: Fatigue: 48/100, Arousal: 25/100. Progress: 2/5
Keera: Arousal: 70-80(?)/100
Olgiderthanus: Hits: 5/10, Rating: 80
Persephone: Fatigue: ???, Arousal: ???, Hits: ???
Challenge Status: Ongoing
———-
"Hey, I can keep as still as a rock!" Keera proclaims.
[Cassandra: 42+15(attr)+10(+100 roll result bonus)=67 vs 60: Marginal Success]
[Persephone: 18+45(total bonus)=63 vs 80: Complete Failure]
"Submit to me, witch!" your master roars, and a moment later, the catgirl is squirming breathlessly as the spell brings her another step closer to mindless lust. But, surprisingly, she takes hold of herself after a moment.
"Just hurry up," she gasps out, her eyes momentarily lucid. "I… I won't last much longer, Cass."
You nod and crouch down – the marks on her thighs will need to be reversed. Luckily, the flow from her pussy had not touched them yet. However, the smell of it causes your nostrils to flare. The hot stench of a hybrid in heat. Rich, damp…
Ignorable, Cassandra says. Here's what we need to do…
[Cassandra: 62+15(attr)+10(+100 bonus)=87 vs 60: Solid Success]
[Persephone: 79+45(total bonus)=124 vs 80: Overwhelming Success]
You work fast now, your motions becoming more confident by the moment. It's no longer Cassandra doing all the work – it's your hand now, using her for guidance. You're dimly aware of another fried tentacle crashing into the altar circle behind you. A lesser evil – you'd rather not think about what would happen if Keera thrust her crotch in your face right now.
"Really like a rock now, Kee," you say hitching up her tunic. Just the stomach left now – the most critical rune, the one that defines which way the spell flows. It will need to be altered in three places – and quickly, before the spell activates again.
[Cassandra: 96 +15(attr)+10(110+ bonus)=121 vs 60: Critical Success!]
[Persephone: 68+45(total bonus)=113 vs 80: Solid Success]
Inspiration strikes at the same moment as a huge detonation lights up the whole cavern, rendering you temporarily deaf. Ignoring the loud buzz in your ears, you ponder a memory you initially discarded as lacking too much context – useless. But not you see how another rune can fit into this one – to alter or amplify its effect. You consider possibilities…
[Curse applied: -5 Arousal threshold]
And your fingers move, introducing the necessary changes to the design, which now dips all the way to Keera's mound. You place the final dab of paint– and it is done.
The rune on her stomach flashes briefly. Once. You stand up and stand back, but there's hardly the need – the spell produces no fireworks or flashy displays. Keera's expression simply grows puzzled.
"That's… odd," she remarks. "I feel…" and she sighs. It is a sigh of respite. A sigh of relief. She leans back against the altar, all tension suddenly gone from her body. She looks at you, her eyes clear – and brimming with gratitude. "It worked, Cass," she smiles. "Thanks."
"NO!" the panicked, disbelieving cry that comes from the platform promises a much more dramatic display. You step out from behind the altar and see the Scholar turned toward you, on her knees, eyes wide, her expression screwed up into a rictus of lust that is coupled with a dawning realization of what you've done.
"Unfair!" she screams, one hand buried between her legs, the other clutching desperately at her staff. She thrusts it in your direction…
[Cassandra: 48+5(agility)=5(status)=48]
[Persephone: 54+45(total bonus)-70(Arousal penalty)=29]
…but the bolt of fire that emerges from the tip is so weak and so laughably aimed, that you don't even need to dodge, as it misses you by at least two lengths of an arm.
With that, the Scholar's protective dome dims, flickers – and dies. And, as if waiting for that very moment, the master's tentacles eagerly descend on her.
———-
Cassandra: Fatigue: 48/100, Arousal: 25/100. Progress: 6 /5
Keera: Arousal: 0/100
Olgiderthanus: Hits: 3/10, Rating: 80
Persephone: Fatigue: ???, Arousal: Max, Hits: ???
Challenge Status: Close Victory
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 17:50:06 c15628 No. 30819
>>30818
Day 1
Time: 11:50 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
"I'm given to understand that this is somehow your doing, Maiden," your master says.
Somewhere off to the side, the Scholar screams and cries as she is held aloft, her clothes being torn from her by dozens of eager limbs. But your master's eye is focused on you and only you.
You nod and begin to explain, but the woman's distressed voice rises above yours. Your master spares her a glance that practically burns with annoyance. A moment later, her screaming is muffled by a tentacle shoved down her throat.
"I reversed the spell that drained her lusts away," is the entirety of your explanation. Cassandra is categorically opposed to any sort of bragging. Not our place to fish for accolades, she says. Keep it simple and to the point.
"Clever, resourceful, inventive," your master rumbles. "And with hidden depths. You showed yourself a worthy acquisition, Maiden. Be assured – I will reward you for this feat."
You bow in acknowledgement.
"But first, two extant and far less pleasant pieces of business. First, you," his eye twitches toward the Scholar. You note that, contrary to expectations, she is not being ravaged by tentacles. Aside from the one in her mouth, keeping her cries unheard, no appendages violate her – they simply keep her splayed out and immobile – and you can see why.
She's lost control of herself – with her will clouded by the lust your altered spell overwhelmed her with, she succumbed to your master's own mental assault. Completely subsumed in her desires – as attested by the veritable river of lubricant flowing down her thighs – she wishes for nothing more than a stiff dick to begin quenching her heat. Or, failing that, at the very least, the touch of her own hands.
And your master is allowing her neither.
"You had the audacity to reject my generous offer," his thunderous voice rings with amusement. "Though I reckon you'd now agree to anything to feel my attentions. Sadly, I must inform you that our altercation has ruined my mood. I may deign to dawdle with you if it ever returns. But – for now – you will just have to wait."
With those words, a large, oblong shape breaks the lake's surface. It looks like a giant, misshapen seed pod covered in leathery hide, which suddenly opens, revealing a red, fleshy interior, and a half-dozen pink tentacles, which immediately reach out for the prize. With surprising speed, the woman is pulled inside, one set of tentacles passing her on to the other. The one in her mouth pulls free last, and she even has time to scream once before the pod closes around her and disappears underwater.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/10/15 (Sat) 17:51:14 c15628 No. 30820
>>30819
"And now, for the second matter," your master's voice turns worryingly grim. "Keera. Attend to me."
There is a clatter of metal as the altar's restraints release, setting the catgirl free. You glance at her face as she walks past – and see a mask of resigned determination, belied by eyes filled with abject fear. She heads out to the platform, where she falls to her hands and knees, her head touching the stone in an obeisant bow.
"Explain your failure to me," your master's voice holds all the gentleness and warmth of a storm gathering over a winter sea. "Explain how I was nearly defeated by a paltry witchling because of your carelessness. Explain how it came down to chance – chance caused by your own incompetence! – that I avoided humiliation today."
Keera's head moves slightly – her reply is short and indistinct.
"Correct," that single word is like a descending guillotine. "There are no excuses for failure this grand. You are worthless to me, Keera."
A tentacle whips across the catgirl's back with a loud slap. She flinches – but otherwise stays perfectly still.
"Useless," the condemnation is punctuated by another tentacle whip. "Hopeless," a third appendage descends. "Incompetent."
Keera does not move – she remains bowed, accepting her punishment without a word of complain, or even a cry of pain. Soon, your master runs out of invectives to throw at her, but this does nothing to stop the rain of blows. If anything, they increase in speed and force, until you suddenly realize that the tentacles are no longer whipping your owner – they are beating her, producing sharp, meaty thuds as they impact her back and shoulders with enough force to push her into the ground.
Her discipline breaks and she cries out once – like a kitten calling for its mother. And she begins trying to crawl away, futilely – there is no escaping this castigation. She sees you and reaches out toward you – and in her eyes you see written the certainty of her approaching death.
Good riddance – Cassandra's pragmatism cuts like a shard of ice. She's a psycho. She'd do as bad to us on a whim. We can do better for an owner.
A) Intercede
B) Don't
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 18:14:06 ad1a7d No. 30821
B. Tentacle dude seems like a much better master to have. He's in our heads and everything. And he didn't tie us up. And he isn't a psycho.
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 18:18:36 a7a946 No. 30822
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 18:21:00 d30d2a No. 30823
>>30820
woops, i forgot about the attribute bonus.
anyway lets go with A
Herpyderp 10/10/15 (Sat) 18:29:39 5760d1 No. 30824
>>30820
A
>>30821
Maybe, but somehow I like Keera more. And, her being weaker than the tentacle guy makes her easier for us to manipulate. She is also a much more interesting character, because she will go with us, not stay in a cave.
Herpyderp 10/10/15 (Sat) 18:31:37 5760d1 No. 30825
>>30821
Also, who said he isn't this kind of psycho, who is civilisated in the outer layer of his personality and just as mad inside, making him even more dangerous? With Keera, well, she can at least be expected to do the unexpected at worst.
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 18:33:12 405ed0 No. 30826
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 19:29:10 b920a9 No. 30828
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 19:55:04 86ce67 No. 30829
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 21:43:51 c38abf No. 30833
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 22:24:47 afebf7 No. 30835
>>30820
A. Clearly, but meekly:
"Master, she brought me to you; perhaps she did not fail completely?"
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 22:35:49 000000 No. 30836
AlphaWanker 10/10/15 (Sat) 23:49:26 c38abf No. 30837
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 00:30:31 703765 No. 30838
>>30821
This dude who is not a psycho is whipping his servant to death in front of us right now. That does seem like a bit of an overreaction.
>>30835
seconded, Doesn't seem very risky, and it wouldn't hurt to have her in our debt
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 00:42:40 bc0c6c No. 30839
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 04:42:52 c38abf No. 30844
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 05:56:44 5db1c7 No. 30847
>>30835
This, plus "maybe I should be in charge of her for a while. " And maybe " it looks like we both need to learn to serve again" we are new, she fucked up. T there wiggle room here
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 09:14:39 90306e No. 30848
>>30820
Definitely A, involving >>30835 this.
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 13:54:37 fbb21d No. 30850
I'm gonna say A.
We want her trust, don't we?
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 14:04:37 98c9ef No. 30851
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/11/15 (Sun) 16:32:49 c15628 No. 30852
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/11/15 (Sun) 19:00:46 c15628 No. 30853
Day 1
Time: 11:50 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
"Please, stop!" you shout, ignoring Cassandra's exasperated sigh. "Master, don't!" you shout again, taking a few steps forward, yet your cries do not pierce through your master's unrelenting fury.
What you do next – is it because Keera's your owner? Because you want her trust? Because you want her in your debt so badly? Because what exactly compels you to run forward and throw yourself across her body, shielding her from the assault with yours? To ball up over her protectively, tensing in anticipation of a rain of blows?
But the expected lashes never come – the tentacles stop their assault. Yet, you do not dare raise your head – not until you hear your master say a single word.
"Why?"
You straighten out slowly, but do not look up – the palpable annoyance in his voice compels you to adopt a subservient stance: On your knees, head bowed, hands folded in your lap. Your eyes rest on Keera, who remains face down on the ground, moving only when her body shudders in a stifled sob.
"Forgive me, Master, but she did bring me to you," you keep your voice meek, but clear. "She's not a complete failure – is she?"
"Did she now?" your master's voice oozes contempt. "Because, as I understand, she abandoned you in the middle of my temple, to wander its halls and navigate its hazards – and to fall into my chamber by sheer chance. Her duty was to keep you safe – and she abandoned it without a thought."
"She only sought to protect you, Master."
"And how well did that work out? No," his voice carries the note of finality. "I have no use for a servant who can't follow orders. She is of no further use to me."
"What if she is to me?"
The silence following those words is deafening. You can practically feel your master's surprise. Cassandra is stunned beyond words. Even Keera seems to go completely still, holding her breath in anticipation. And then….
"What worth do you place on her then, Maiden?" your master's voice is gentler now, anger replaced by curiosity – and bemusement. A tentacle slides under your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to look into his eye. "What would you offer me for her life?"
What can you offer him? Your first thought is your service…
Which you already gave so eagerly and freely, Cassandra points out, still not quite believing what you aim to do.
Our body then.
That's also already promised. Or did you not pay attention when he told us how we'll serve?
What else do you have then?
Our pain, Cassandra offers with no enthusiasm. You could take the punishment mean for her. He probably won't kill us. He does say he need us, after all.
Alternatives?
Our promised boon – take her as the reward offered for solving the problem she created. A fitting trade – even if it's in our disfavor.
And if I want the boon to be something else?
Then end this farce and let her die. What else are you going to offer him – our soul?
…Is… is that an option?
Only you've gone completely mad – but yes. A being like that will leap at the chance to take a portion of our essence. Which would weaken us – and give him claim on us far in excess of what he has right now.
"Well, Maiden?" your master's voice betrays impatience at your prolonging silence. "You know my side of the bargain – let us hear yours."
A) Claim Keera as your reward for helping against the Scholar
B) Offer to take the punishment intended for her
C) Offer a piece of your soul [permanent penalty to an attribute and a negative trait]
D) Say you have nothing to offer
E) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 19:17:55 ea231f No. 30854
>>30853
D/B, I don't think Keera is worth it. If nothing else, A, but I think it would be way out of character.
Absolutely not C.
Herpyderp 10/11/15 (Sun) 19:53:33 5760d1 No. 30857
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 20:04:56 98c9ef No. 30858
>>30853
E (maybe this counts as D?)
Explain that it would be to his benefit to give her to us as our servant. We could use her to carry out his will more efficiently and in greater numbers. She's failed, but her skills will still be useful under our levelheaded and competent command. We've already proven we're clever and capable, so we can keep her in line and make sure she doesn't fail again.
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 20:21:37 c0117a No. 30863
>>30853
E: "My loyalty. If i'm to have a master, I need to know they're fair. My previous ones were…. not." A nod to cassandra's past.
"This goes way past the regular relationship between servant and master. You're mad because she nearly got you killed. And I saved you. There's give and take, that's how this works.. Are you saying -my- reward doesn't carry equal weight? My actions were measured on the same scale."
Watch our master very, very carefully for his reply. Thread's kinda gotten our leash in the hands of a bad owner. Optional lines to use:
"speaking from experience, YOU need to get over being scared if you want to win this thing."
This is kind of a fight or flight choice - do we really want to stay here if he just kills people who fuck up and/or roll badly?
No, the tainted scholar nearly wrecked him with those runes, and he's only focused on punishing those responsible, not cleaning up.
It would be easier to restart the spell only with shifted targets - considering the tainted scholar's predicament in the pod, there's even MORE sexy energies to work with.
I gues what i'm saying is this: If he doesn't take this shit well, we initiate combat. Free keera - who's now desperate and in mortal fear for her life - and start the ritual up once more.
fucking deals with devils, man. The only way you get respect from them is MAKE them respect you, and sometimes that means beating it in.
Cross the bridge about what to do if we win later - if he's shitty to work for, it only hampers our chances of getting ahead in the long game. (remember, we're on a time limit - we need to gather as much personal power, allies, and resources before the hunter-phase happens in a few days or weeks)
So yeah. I'm getting vibes of This Is A Bad Idea , even one of the trap options that are there to amuse the spectators. Maybe the other scholar's master is less batshit.
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 20:59:02 d57f81 No. 30874
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 21:00:32 98c9ef No. 30876
>>30863
This is an excellent point. Not sure if I totally agree with the conclusion, but I think we can note that this master is 1: not invulnerable by any means, and dependent on his servants to survive and 2: vengeful towards those he perceives as failed. Neither of those are a really good sign for our lasting survival or success. Usually the sell of a deal with a devil (or in this case a giant octopus) is that the being you're making a deal with has incredible powers and can give a fraction of those powers to you. However, we've seen this guy come close to defeat at the hands of a mortal scholar. At this point he owes us his life, and if he's not willing to comply with our request, we may want to move on. A vulnerable master is alright, and a strict master is alright, but a vulnerable and strict master probably isn't going to help us all that much.
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 21:09:26 c0117a No. 30882
>>30876
Yes, but if you take that to its conclusion, he may not want to let us go…. so we may be forced to battle our way free ANYway.
And i think keera will be a lot saner if not under his thumb.
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 21:37:42 d57f81 No. 30884
>>30874
change this
>>30863
To this
Herpyderp 10/11/15 (Sun) 22:00:43 5760d1 No. 30891
>>30857
Switching to this:
>>30863
AlphaWanker 10/11/15 (Sun) 22:49:06 c38abf No. 30895
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 13:08:55 47f1bb No. 30921
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/12/15 (Mon) 17:04:14 c15628 No. 30940
>>30854
D
>>30858
E1
>>30863
>>30884
>>30891
>>30895
>>30921
E2
"My loyalty" is the winning option then. And while the anon who suggested it made a couple false assumptions here and there, I think I get the general gist of it and it's pretty awesome. Will start writing the update ASAP.
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 20:27:38 1564cf No. 30943
>>30940
**Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i'm glad it made an impact!*
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/12/15 (Mon) 21:35:28 c15628 No. 30947
Day 1
Time: 11:55 (late afternoon) Encounter Timer: 2h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 25/100
Fatigue: 48/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 4h) Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls]
"You can have my loyalty."
Even to your own ears, your voice sounds unexpectedly hard – hard enough to make Olgidernathus's eye widen slightly and for Cassandra to be rendered speechless in shock.
But you ignore that, as you feel a spark of anger ignite within you, which quickly grows into a blaze. You're angry at being set up for a bullshit choice. Angry at being made to deal with the devil for the amusement of an audience. Angry at yourself too – for expecting something else.
"You already promised me your service…" there is a dangerous edge to Olgiderthanus's words.
"My service – nothing else!" you cut across the rising fury with anger of your own. "But I heard you say you want something more. You want cooperation – you want a willing ally. And how do you expect me to be one – to serve you loyally – if all I do is to be born of fear?!"
You realize that you're standing up, one hand balled up into a fist, the other pointing accusingly at Olgidernathus.
"She was loyal to you," you indicate Keera's prone form. "It's loyalty that drove her to protect you as best she could. And this is how you reward that loyalty? By beating her to death? Is that what I should expect as well? To pay with my life for a single error – even one made in good faith? I've had many masters in the past – and those who severely punished their slaves' transgressions did not earn loyalty – only fear and hatred. So if loyalty is what you truly want, first show me you're a master who deserves it – who can both earn and keep it."
There is much more you could say – words crowd on your tongue. Remarks about how he showed himself weak by lashing out in fear and anger. Implications that such treatment will drive you to look favorably at offers from other forces seeking to use your powers.
But you don't. Even in your agitated state, you realize there are some lines that should not be crossed. That there are some words that, once spoken, cannot be taken back. So you fall silent. But you continue staring straight at the ancient being before you, stance firm and head unbowed.
Olgiderthanus draws himself up, approaching the platform, until his single, glowering eye seems to take up the whole world. On its edges, you can see tentacles gathering – a hundred tense, quivering limbs poised to strike. Your stomach sinks – you've gone too far. With resigned determination, you prepare yourself for the onslaught of blows. Tension reaches its zenith as everything – you, Cassandra, Keera, the cavern itself – seems to hold its collective breath.
"I have heard your words, Maiden," your master says in a surprisingly subdued voice. "Take her – she is yours."
Olgiderthanus recedes from the platform – as do most of his appendages. All tension drains from the chamber – and you suddenly find it very hard to remain standing on legs shaking like dry leaves in the wind.
Your master's great eye closes and he begins to sink back into the lake. In takes less than a minute for his bulk disappears beneath the surface, leaving behind only a brief, half-formed whirlpool, which in turn produces several high waves that wash over the stones under your feet.
Most of the tentacles withdraw as well – but a few remain. They come close to the platform, but rather than striking or seizing you, they twist and bend into something resembling a seat.
::Attend to me, Maiden,:: your master's voice echoes in your head. The tone, still calm and collected, nevertheless carries the weight of an order. ::We have matters to discuss.::
Your eyes dart down to Keera, who has not moved since you came to her defense.
Don't, Cassandra insists, a tone of desperation in her thoughts. You got what you want. And we're still alive. Don't push it. He's trying to save face – don't spit in it.
A) Climb into the seat
B) Insist on checking if Keera is alright first
C) <anon choice>
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/12/15 (Mon) 21:37:28 c15628 No. 30948
While we're at it, someone give me the encounter roll right now. If the result turns out to be something fiddly, I want some leeway to set it up properly.
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 21:45:23 1564cf No. 30950
Rolled 87 (1d100)
>>30948
OH boy time for disaster
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 21:47:50 afebf7 No. 30952
A. Seems like a good time to listen to Cassandra.
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 21:49:35 361c75 No. 30954
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 21:52:55 a7a946 No. 30955
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 22:19:32 63a6fc No. 30957
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 23:01:57 bc0c6c No. 30962
AlphaWanker 10/12/15 (Mon) 23:33:44 c38abf No. 30965
AlphaWanker 10/13/15 (Tue) 00:18:59 1564cf No. 30966
>>30947
C
Hug keera and pull her with us - at the feet of the chair.
Just a quick hug, no checking or pampering, just a little bond and the need of being called to attend our master
AlphaWanker 10/13/15 (Tue) 02:16:47 9bd95e No. 30969
>>30947
A)
Keera will keep, and we already just saved her life. I'm sure she'll be grateful to us no matter what we do, so not pissing off the giant octopus after shouting him down is a GOOD IDEA.
AlphaWanker 10/13/15 (Tue) 04:38:05 1b2dac No. 30970
>>30947
A
and also, the way I see it, if he's as wise as he claims, he must realize that
1 she may be worthless as a direct servant, but the servant of a servant is pretty hard for anyone to fuck up.
2 if we are as valuable as he claims, a servant/companion will be a great help
Herpyderp 10/13/15 (Tue) 04:42:47 5760d1 No. 30971
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/13/15 (Tue) 18:58:48 c15628 No. 30977
>>30950
Welp. This is exactly what I've meant. Another page-long brainstorming session for the notes, I fear.
>>30952
>>30954
>>30955
>>30962
>>30965
>>30969
>>30971
A
>>30957
B
>>30966
C
A it is.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/13/15 (Tue) 18:59:28 c15628 No. 30978
>>30977
And somehow missed another vote for A from >>30970 – sorry.
AlphaWanker 10/13/15 (Tue) 20:02:47 c0117a No. 30979
>>30977
>Welp. This is exactly what I've meant. Another page-long brainstorming session for the notes, I fear.
For the record, i think this is the reason a lot of quests have 'gallery stories' for things that didn't happen or could have.
If you have something really hot for an idea, though….. you know what, since the theme is dealing with a devil, I'd allllmost be willing to trade our good roll to see what you had in store, in exchange for a luck point or guaranteed boon/favor/roll later down the road.
Cockpiling resources on all that. Ooops. I meant stockpiling.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/13/15 (Tue) 23:14:59 c15628 No. 30984
Cassandra is right – after somehow shouting down the master, pissing him off even more is a decidedly bad idea. So you crouch down for just a second – to give Keera's shoulder a quick, reassuring squeeze. She flinches under your touch, but you can't spare the time to comfort her further – you can only hope she'll understand the gesture. Meanwhile, you rise again and climb into the tentacle seat.
Immediately, a few of the appendages wrap themselves around your limbs, while others slide under your shoulders and knees – though you note their grip is soft, less about restraining and more about preventing you from losing balance and falling off as the "seat" rises into the air. But it is still enough to feel the increasingly familiar sense of helplessness descend upon you. You're completely at your master's mercy – of your own volition. Your body gives an involuntary shudder.
::Afraid, Maiden? Worried I might now savage you in petty revenge?::
He doesn't even give you time to answer before continuing.
::For close to two centuries now, I've been forced to hide my presence from the world. Powerful enemies hunted me – and others like me. So I hid, and waited, and bid my time, keeping my cult alive through a handful of loyal acolytes. Discovery meant death. Mistakes could not be tolerated. Not with my very existence at stake::
You open your mouth, not sure if you should respond, but your master continues.
::Times have changed. The temple's power wanes. Mine has potential to wax. And gaining power always involves risk. Thus, some precautions must be abandoned – lest valuable opportunities pass me by::
Savor this moment, Cassandra says. Because he may as well have issued a formal apology – just how valuable are we to him?
::To begin my rise, I will need to restore my cult. And for that, a power base is necessary – the ruler of the town above our heads will serve. He is a man of depraved tastes and loose morals – he pays lip service to the temple, while in truth, he has been worshiping me for years in all but name::
The long pause tells you that a response is actually expected this time.
"And how can I assist in bringing him into your service, Master?"
The tentacles around your limbs tighten slightly.
::Your power, Maiden, is to know a man's mind – and to ensnare him to your cause. And while my own powers are similar – after a fashion – they are presently limited solely to this chamber. I cannot order the baron kidnapped – his disappearance, however brief, would raise too much suspicion. That leaves me with you::
Two tentacles disappear under the hem of your tunic and you tense up as you feel them slither across your stomach and then breasts, until you see their ends emerge from under the neckline.
The tentacles then pull away from you, stretching the tunic – and the old, fatigued, still-wet fabric, which suffered endless abuse throughout this day, not so much rips as falls apart, and drifts away, leaving you solely in your undergarments. You shudder again, as cold air touches your naked, in places still damp body.
::Now, I could simply deliver you to him as is – and rely on you to work your influence over him over days or weeks. However, not only is time of the essence, but also, knowing the baron's methods, I'm not certain you would last that long::
One tentacle now slides itself under the breast wrap, while the other reaches around your back and begins tugging on its binding. A moment later, the cloth is lifted away, exposing your small, perky breasts. The pink nipples begin to stiffen immediately.
::Thus, I have devised an alternative. I will inject your body with some of my power. It will mingle with yours and, once the baron tastes it, he will soon be praising my name::
"T-taste?" you stammer out.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/13/15 (Tue) 23:40:21 c15628 No. 30986
please ignore the double post. Board was being difficult and no fucking clue how that happened. I already reported it to Onyx for deletion.
>>30984
Day 1
Time: 11:03 (evening) Encounter Timer: 1h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 55 /100
Fatigue: 54/100
Status Effects: Aroused (-25 to all rolls), Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 3h), Restrained (doubled Arousal gain, indefinite)
As if in response, two more tentacles rise up into your view. These, you haven't seen before – they end in a mouth, or perhaps a sucker, surrounded by what looks vaguely like a starfish – five broad, thick, flexible appendages. Without much ceremony, first one tentacle, then the other, latches onto a breast in a grip that borders on painful. You whimper involuntarily – and then do so again, when what feels like a dozen needles puncture the squeezed flesh.
::Hush, Maiden:: your master's voice is surprisingly gentle. ::The discomfort is as unavoidable as it is brief::
True to his words, the pain fades almost immediately. It is replaced by a feeling of persistent pressure – you realize that something is being injected into your body. And soon afterward your breaths start becoming deeper and more rapid. Your breasts redden – they feel sensitive – swollen. And hotter by the moment.. And from that heat another fire ignites, down below, deep in your loins.
[Arousal gain: 5x2=10: Arousal Threshold Crossed ]
[Hour rollover. Fatigue gain: 6, Arousal gain: 5x2=10]
Before you can stop it, a loud moan escapes your mouth. You're not so much breathing, as you are panting now, and, your body moves practically of its own volition: Your back arches and your legs spread themselves further apart.
This change in your demeanor is impossible to miss – and a moment later, you feel something slide under your loincloth and slither across your puffed up, tender lips. Your entire body jolts.
"No," you whimper. The word comes within a hair's breadth of being "please."
::Really, Maiden? You would again deny me what you pledged to me?::
"I didn't- Ah!" something pinches your clitoris – it then envelops the swollen button and begins sucking on it.
[Arousal gain: 5x2=10]
You squirm and buck, crying out between short, ragged breaths. Not because you want it to stop – quite the opposite, in fact. But then, after a mere handful of moments, it releases. A strangled noise escapes your throat – something halfway between a whine and a frustrated sob.
::As I understand it, there cannot be loyalty without trust:: your master's voice is bland – almost disinterested. ::That makes trust fairly important to us – don't you agree, Maiden?::
"Y-yes, Master," you manage to squeak out.
::I'm glad you agree. Because you're quite right – I can't have you fearing me, or my voice – or my very touch. I don't imagine that leading anywhere productive. Thus, I am prepared to make you a promise, Maiden. Are you willing to hear it out?::
"Yes," you say, sudden wariness managing to partially pierce through the lustful haze that descended over your mind.
::There may always be things I will have to do to your body in order to further my plans:: you feel a demonstrative tug on one of your breasts. ::But I, Olgidernathus, hereby swear an oath to you, Maiden, that, outside the aforementioned circumstances, I will not punish, harm, force myself onto, or otherwise make use of your body for as long as our relationship endures. Do you find those terms acceptable, Maiden?::
You feel something large and firm press itself against your labia.
::And if that is the case – shall I continue?::
A) Yes, they are
B) No, they are not (why?)
If yes:
1) Tell your Master to continue
2) Tell him no – test his sincerity
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/13/15 (Tue) 23:44:19 c15628 No. 30987
>>30979
Ok, so maybe I made that sound a bit melodramatic. That roll won't disrupt what's going to happen and you won't lose any sex scenes because of it – I learned my lesson from the previous thread. I was merely concerned about working a positive encounter into the sequence of events I have planned for the upcoming section. But that's sorted now – I figured out how to do it without disrupting the plot much.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/14/15 (Wed) 00:05:18 c15628 No. 30988
>>30986
Really wish I could edit my own posts, cause I only just realized I fucked up. But fuck it, let's do it this way. Your master's promise is actually supposed to read as follows:
::There may always be things I will have to do to your body in order to further my plans:: you feel a demonstrative tug on one of your breasts. ::But I, Olgidernathus, hereby swear an oath to you, Maiden, that, outside the aforementioned circumstances, I will not punish, harm, force myself onto, or otherwise make use of your body without your express permission for as long as our relationship endures. Do you find those terms acceptable, Maiden?::
Because this way what he says next actually makes some fucking sense.
Now I'm off to bed and maybe I'll wake up slightly less retarded.
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 00:08:10 a7a946 No. 30989
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 00:43:04 287648 No. 30990
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 00:44:53 b920a9 No. 30992
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 01:05:02 bc0c6c No. 30994
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 02:12:57 afebf7 No. 30995
>>30986
A 1
Might as well say "Please" this time.
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 03:13:48 c0117a No. 30997
>>30986
>>30986
>>30988
Express permission kind of important to miss there, buddy!
Alright. WHAT aforementioned circumstances? Fear, voice, touch, and plans?
If sooo hahaha no that's such a loophole.
IF its not actually a trap:
A 2 then 1.
Giive him a firm 'no', just to see if he's being serious, then jump on that tentacle dick because oh god taking things at face value when dealing with the devil = very no.
HOWEVER, really do need to lower our lust score, and a long, hard fucking would go a long way towards doing that - beats masturbation, which we're headed right towards in a few hours, looks like.
Mmmuuch as we don't want to admit it, we need the d right now.
That's why we say yes right after saying no. Make it clear its just a test, but not what we really want.
Also, fluffy lines to use "I'm no maiden, master. But I like it better than bitch."
Herpyderp 10/14/15 (Wed) 04:37:48 5760d1 No. 30999
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 04:40:47 ee4b5b No. 31001
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 04:52:57 b20fdd No. 31002
>>30986
>read through whole thing, love how detailed it is
>get to here
>masturbating
>this is gonna get good
fugg
A1
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/14/15 (Wed) 05:09:45 c15628 No. 31004
>>30997
>Express permission kind of important to miss there, buddy!
That's the kind of thing that happens when I rewrite a paragraph several times. But yeah, I did admit I fucked up there.
>Alright. WHAT aforementioned circumstances? Fear, voice, touch, and plans?
Plans. He's saying he won't touch you unless permitted or unless he needs to.
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 05:39:42 c0117a No. 31005
>>31004
Thanks for the clarification! okay, then, deal.
My >>30997 Vote still stands. Say no (to check) then say yes because we really need to drop that arousal like a rock, but i'm amending it to a vote to a1 IF the just-checking doesn't get backing in light of this new info - one thing is more important than the other.
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 11:33:56 afebf7 No. 31010
>>31005
If we're trying to establish trust, a false test is not a good way to do that. Trust, like respect, must be reciprocal or it is without worth.
AlphaWanker 10/14/15 (Wed) 17:45:41 c0117a No. 31022
>>31010
Trust but verify isn't bad advice. What you said sounds noble, but is actually stupid.
You're taking about blindly trusting without actually getting to know a partner aka bad shit in bdsm relationships.
It's NOT a crime to change your mind our see how someone responds.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/14/15 (Wed) 18:53:45 c15628 No. 31023
Onyxdime !!Ko5E6dQCYc 10/14/15 (Wed) 21:22:24 d7d7f6 No. 31024
Hey, I got emailed about a problem with this thread and posting.
Did you get it fixed in the end, Contrived?
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/14/15 (Wed) 21:30:46 c15628 No. 31025
>>31024
I did manage to get the update posted in the end, but but the first part of it got double-posted. It would be great if you could delete >>30985 and thanks for responding.
Onyxdime !!Ko5E6dQCYc 10/14/15 (Wed) 22:18:25 d7d7f6 No. 31026
>>31025
That's been fixed for you now.
Thanks for writing an awesome story! Just finished reading it there now.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/14/15 (Wed) 23:55:14 c15628 No. 31030
"Yes," you whisper. And then louder, in a needy voice: "Please…"
::Since you ask so nicely::
You brace yourself in anticipation, but the tentacle at the entrance to your pussy does not push forward. Instead, it begins rubbing itself across the entrance in slow, deliberate motions, barely pressing hard enough to part your lips. You can feel the smooth ridges covering its length, each one causing you to squirm and shudder as they drag themselves across your clit.
"Please!" you sob out, straining uselessly against the coils keeping you restrained. "Just fuck me!"
But the teasing does not stop – if anything, it simply slows down to an infuriatingly slow pace that makes you growl and groan in frustration, as you try to grind against the appendage hiding itself under your loincloth. To no avail – the tentacles only further tighten their hold on you, spreading your legs further apart and bending them at the waist, bringing your knees up toward your chest.
The purpose of this quickly becomes clear, as you feel an inquisitive prod at your anal ring. You gasp – and the gasp turns into a squeal as a narrow, slick appendage – already slippery with lubricant – slides inside your ass in one, smooth motion.
But even that does not serve as a preamble to fucking. Because, once inside, the tentacle does not begin pumping in and out. On no – ignoring your plaintive cries, it instead, begins to swell against your colon's walls – and as it bulges, you also feel it harden, its surface shaping itself into dozens of bumps, spikes, and soft barbs. On top of that, the lubricant that now coats your insides makes them tingle, feeling both cold and hot at the same time – and very, very sensitive.
"Please," you beg your master to end this torture. "Please, just f-AH!"
The tentacle rotates inside you, and you feel every bump and every barb scrape along your colon's lining.
And then it rotates again, the other way.
And again.
And when this motion coincides with the first tentacle once more brushing against you clit, it proves too much for you. With a scream that is half-pain and half-euphoria you orgasm – and then it just keeps going, your own cum squirting from between your lips, staining your thighs, your master's tentacles, and falling in fat, pearly droplets into the lake below. But the tentacle inside you does not relent its motions – and its every turn is punctuated by a gasping, sobbing, increasingly ragged moan as you ride the orgasm until you're out of breath and your muscles, tense and stiff, scream at you in pain.
::Such beautiful music you make for me, Maiden:: your master's voice fills your head once you're reduced to hanging limply in his grip, your breaths ragged, and your body shaking with exhaustion and lathered in sweat. ::With every moan, with every scream, you worship me – and I accept it gladly::
With that, the tentacles holding you twist, flipping you around – you now hang in their coils face down, with a clear view of the lake, the altar, the platforms – and you catch a glimpse of Keera. She's now sitting by one of the pillars, surrounded by several tentacles. She does not look to be in trouble, but before you notice anything more, the tentacle that's previously spent an eternity teasing you, rams itself deep into your slit.
This was what you expected. This, you realize, as your vagina's walls close around the intruder, is what your body wanted. There will be no subtlety this time. There will be no teasing – unless you count the appendage that never left your ass and which now resumes its grinding. You are simply being pounded – fast, hard, and raw. There is no resistance you could offer (even if you wanted to) – the previous orgasm left you soaked – more than ready for round two.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/14/15 (Wed) 23:57:04 c15628 No. 31031
>>31030
Day 1
Time: 11:14 (evening) Encounter Timer: 1h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 0/100
Fatigue: 54/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 3h), Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 16h), Naked
With each thrust, your breasts jiggle under you – with everything else that you've been through since this started, you've completely forgotten about the tentacles still latched onto them. You can't even feel them anymore, save for the occasional tug or a brief prickling feeling, but it seems to you that your breasts are now much larger than before.
But that concern becomes secondary – and then completely forgotten – as each thrust drives you closer to the edge. Once again, your skin grows hot and flushed. Once again, your breaths start coming fast and shallow, each exhale ending in a whine that quickly evolves into a moan. You begin to peak – at once far too quickly and unbearably slow. Words struggle to form on your tongue – pleas to go faster. Or to go slower. But each time you try to utter them, the tentacle thrusts a little deeper, and they scatter, lost in the lustful haze that overtakes your mind.
::Shall I fill you, Maiden?:: your master's bemused voice invades your mind once more. ::Shall I share my seed with you?::
"Yes…" you gasp out between one thrust and the next. "Oh gods ye-aaaaaah!"
You orgasm again, a rasping, ragged scream tearing out of your throat. Your walls surge and squeeze around the appendage inside you, which seems to swell slightly – and then shoots a hot blast of cum inside you. You cry out in joy and ecstasy – then shout in chagrin and disappointment when, without warning, the tentacle pulls out.
It gives another spurt of cum as it comes out, liberally coating your pussy and buttocks in your master's seed, but then it withdraws completely and, looking down, you are treated to the sight of thick ropes of jizz falling toward the lake, wastefully disappearing beneath the waves.
::Not today Maiden:: your master cuts through your unvoiced objections, ::You have a task – one requiring you to be presentable. I can hardly send you to the baron with your stomach swollen with my essence. And I do believe that you are ready::
As you bite back your disappointment, the tentacles on your breasts finally detach themselves. And you immediately see that you were right – your breasts really are larger. No longer supported by your master, they hang heavily from your chest, nipples puffed up and swollen – after a moment, you see a drop of milky liquid well up on the tip, detach, and drop into the lake.
You realize that the tentacles are descending, lowering you back toward the platform, where they release you, laying you down on the stone. You try to rise up – but collapse back down, your shaking muscles still too weak to support you.
As you lay there on your back, your strength recovering, a tentacle wraps itself around your right arm – and you feel the cold touch of metal against your wrist. Bringing the arm up, you see that you now wear a silver bracelet – the metal carved into a motif of two entwined snakes, each trying to crawl away from the other, only to meet face-to-face where the bracelet separates. One has eyes inset with amethysts – the other, with sapphires.
::I did promise you a gift, Maiden, did I not? You'll find it has uses beyond looking pretty – I believe, in fact, that you will find it invaluable. After all, you may have noticed that the servant whose life you've claimed from me can be somewhat… erratic. She is yours now – and thus you are the one I will hold responsible for any missteps she makes. Consequently, it would be an act of bad faith on my part to provide you with no means to control her – wouldn't you agree?::
Accompanying your master's voice is an understanding of the bracelet's function. It has been bound to Keera through a spell – the link between her and the Scholar serving as a basis. The amethyst head gives pain – the sapphire, pleasure. Intensity and duration are controlled through touch.
You hear a noise and turn your head to see Keera approaching. Her head is bowed, her footsteps hesitant, one hand clasping the other.
::Go ahead, Maiden:: your master's voice is encouraging. ::Try it out now::
A) Give her pleasure
B) Give her pain
C) Try doing both
D) Do neither
E) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 00:39:13 a7a946 No. 31033
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 01:14:08 afebf7 No. 31034
>>31031
C/E - brush finger lightly across the pain one, just enough to give her a jolt, then immediately swirl it around the pleasure one.
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 01:36:32 c38abf No. 31035
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 02:02:47 1564cf No. 31036
>>31031
>E) <anon choice>
Neither. Physical connection first. Kneel down next to her and hug her again, for reals this time.
then ask her to pick one. Make her a part of this - either blindly, or she'll discover it as we go - and we press the otehr one so she understands.
Briefly. only enough to get the message across. Would it really be in character to be a cruel master after what we've had happen in cassandra's background? Nope. Use it as a positive thing going forward.
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 02:15:44 b20fdd No. 31039
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 02:26:39 bc0c6c No. 31040
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 05:09:30 6ce67a No. 31043
Herpyderp 10/15/15 (Thu) 09:51:08 8e33bd No. 31048
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/15/15 (Thu) 19:38:05 c15628 No. 31054
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/15/15 (Thu) 21:48:45 c15628 No. 31058
Day 1
Time: 11:17 (evening) Encounter Timer: 1h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 0/100
Fatigue: 54/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 3h), Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 16h), Naked
You prop yourself up slowly, until you feel you can sit without support. Then, guided by your master's voice – and perhaps your own curiosity – you reach out and brush your thumb across the head of the sapphire-eyed snake.
The response is near-instant. Keera jolts and winces, hunching over as her hand cups protectively over her groin. But your thumb is already on the snake with the violet eyes, dragging itself across its head and continuing down its body, and the catgirl's grimace of pain is replaced by that of ecstasy; she stumbles, falling to her knees as a quiet moan escapes her lips.
::Fitting that you should kneel before your new owner:: the way Keera's head snaps up makes it clear that she too hears your master's voice. ::Your fate is in the Maiden's hands now – let us hope you serve her better than you did me::
The look Keera gives you – while it would be difficult to expect her to be overjoyed at being handed off the way your master just did, it is just as puzzling to see the mix of confusion and fear in her eyes. Until you realize she's not looking at you – but at the bracelet.
And what did you expect? – Cassandra demands. Your first act as her owner – arbitrary punishment, immediately followed by equally unjustified reward. Random and capricious – that is the very first impression she got of you.
As Cassandra scolds you, you also feel the leash – your connection to Keera – slipping loose and floundering. She is not your owner anymore – she cannot be. Not with the power you now hold over her. Not when it is she who now adopts a submissive posture, kneeling, hands flat on her things, head bowed, with a slight whiteness around her knuckles telling you her whole body is taunt, like a coiled spring.
The only master she ever knew has just forsaken her, Cassandra explains. She would be frightened and confused even without your whim to toy with her – remember how we felt the first few times our owners abandoned us? How much it hurt when they told us that it were our inadequacies that were to blame – that it was our fault?
So what should you do? How can you fix this?
What she needs now is stability – a sense of purpose. Something simple and straightforward to occupy her mind. A task – one she can succeed at easily.
You cast about for a suitable order to give her, finding none – at least not until an involuntary shudder makes you rub your arms and realize they've gone cold and are covered in goose bumps.
"Keera," you say quietly and see her flinch and stiffen. "Find me some clothes – could you?"
"At once, Mistress!" is that relief you hear in her voice? She leaps up, bows, turns, and walks off at a fast pace, breaking into a run once she reaches the altar.
A few moments later, you're alone in the chamber. No, not alone – despite being hidden beneath the waves, your master is also right here – a constant presence in the back of your mind. Watching. Listening.
::I would offer you clothing myself, Maiden:: he says somewhat belatedly, ::but the only garments I have on hand – so to speak – are ceremonial in nature. Hardly suitable attire for you to traverse the streets of this town::
His remark brings up an important point – despite being told your goal, you still hardly know anything about what accomplishing it will entail. Cassandra agrees – some details would not go amiss:
((pick any three questions, same as before, the ones with the highest overall number of votes will be asked))
A) How are you supposed to get near the baron? For that matter, how are you to escape when your task is accomplished?
B) Your master mentioned you will not last long as the baron's slave – what does that mean?
C) As you understand it, you are to convince the baron to drink the milk from your breasts. What effect will it have, exactly?
D) Earlier, your master said something about a "temple," describing it as his enemy. What is it and should you worry about it as well?
E) The woman who challenged him – the Scholar. What is going to happen to her now?
F) He said she turned his defenses against his acolytes – are they still active? Are they going to be a threat to Keera – or to you?
G) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 22:14:59 a7a946 No. 31060
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 22:37:10 675b60 No. 31061
>>31058
Nice job making a mistake with keera, thread. This was our over chance to start off with trust and companionship for the game ahead.
Taking the easy button before us was TOO ez.
Next time think ahead.
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 22:38:12 675b60 No. 31062
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 22:42:07 ba3cef No. 31063
AlphaWanker 10/15/15 (Thu) 23:07:37 b871ba No. 31065
Herpyderp 10/16/15 (Fri) 06:26:29 5760d1 No. 31076
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 04:57:51 ee4b5b No. 31125
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 05:56:41 bc0c6c No. 31126
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/18/15 (Sun) 08:55:40 c15628 No. 31129
Apologies for disappearing for the past couple of days. Family's visiting and that tends to eat up time. Updates may be spotty for the coming week.
>>31060
>>31062
>>31063
>>31065
>>31076
>>31125
>>31126
A=6
B=1
C=2
D=3
E=4
F=5
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/18/15 (Sun) 16:06:25 c15628 No. 31132
You finally feel like you've recovered enough to get back on your feet. A moment later, a heavy weight on your shoulder makes you aware that you've picked up your bag – which you've apparently left here when your master took you on his ride. You look out across the red-lit lake.
"Master?" you ask tentatively. "Forgive me, but, how do you intend to deliver me to the baron?"
::An astute question, Maiden – and one with a simple answer. The men you were rescued from work for the baron – their original aim, in fact, was to present you to him. You will simply allow yourself to be recaptured::
"And then I have him drink the milk from my breasts…"
''::Yes – that is all. Even a few drops will do. Once you succeed, my magic will do the rest. He will become obsessed with the idea of serving me. And once he falls under my sway, the remainder of the town will soon follow.
"And how do I return to you, Master, once that's accomplished?"
::Ah, I have considered this as well and devised an elegant solution:: your master's voice brims with amusement. ::It is traditional for those pledging themselves to me to offer a gift to prove their devotion. And what better gift than a comely slave to slake my appetites?::
A tentacle emerges from the water and snakes itself up your body until it slides under your chin and caresses your cheek.
::I do quite look forward to this. We will have a proper ceremony – nothing like this crude, slapdash meeting of ours. They will strap you to the altar. I will emerge from the lake in all my terrifying glory. I will seize you and ravage you – by your permission, of course. Maybe you can even scream in fear – put on a show for our audience. Doesn't that sound lovely?::
You nod slowly – then your eyes go wide as you realize something.
"Master?" you say urgently. "The woman – the one who dared challenge you – you said she subverted your defenses. Won't they be a threat to me when I depart to do your bidding – or to Keera?"
::There is no need to worry about that, Maiden. Once the intruder's concentration broke, so did the enchantments she put in place. Her magic is no longer a threat to me or my servants::
"And what will happen to her now?"
::For a time, I will let her suffer the depredations of the spell you so skillfully turned on her. Once I grow bored of that, I will extract from her the service she denied me – to mother a number of my spawn. The magic in her blood will make for powerful guardians against future incursions such as hers. Though, needless to say, she will not be getting anything from me in return::
Which might take a couple days at least, you realize. It seems like Olgiderthanus was supposed to be this Scholar's first Pact – which you rather definitively prevented. If you remember correctly, lacking one will cause her permanent penalties of some sort. So really, you managed to screw over another player right from the start. Which is only to your benefit – hopefully, she might now fall far enough behind that she'll never catch up to you.
And it would be better if she never did, judging by the look she gave you just before collapsing.
"Master – one more thing," you say. "Earlier, you said that 'the temple's power wanes.' What is this temple – should I be wary of it?"
::Indeed you should, Maiden, for I meant the Temple of Auster. Holy warriors is what they call themselves – and they did have considerable power once. Enough to displace my kind as rightful rulers of this world. Enough to make humanity "stand independent":: your master snorts distastefully. ::A beautiful lie, this – all they did was to exchange one kind of servitude for another. Yet, as worms and rot can fell the mightiest of trees, so was their faith weakened by complacency and politics. Auster's time is coming to an end, Maiden. A day approaches when his temples will fall and my kind will once again reign supreme. But until that happens – yes, be wary of the temple's warriors. Not only because you serve me but also because his faithful have no love for those of mixed blood::
You ponder whether there are more questions you could ask him – but as you do, there's the sound of footsteps behind you.
"Mistress?" you turn around upon hearing Keera's voice. "I brought you clothes."
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/18/15 (Sun) 16:06:55 c15628 No. 31133
>>31132
Day 1
Time: 11:23 (evening) Encounter Timer: 1h
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 0/100
Fatigue: 54/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 3h), Encumbered (-5 Agility rolls), Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 16h)
The catgirl hands you a small bundle – after which she steps back, once again bowing her head.
Unfolding it reveals a tunic and simple pants, as well as a pair of soft, rabbit skin shoes. The clothes are dyed in muted shades of gray and brown – good colors for avoiding notice. However, the material is of decent quality – sturdy and thick, promising to offer good protection against the elements. And the smaller bundle that comes with it – the undergarments – are expensive-looking, proper black lace panties and brassiere.
These are obviously her own clothes, Cassandra informs you as you begin to dress yourself. She's the only person we saw here who's as small as us and she got these together really quickly.
Is she trying to ingratiate herself to you this way? To sacrifice her own possessions for your favor?
It could also be a studied insult. Making her mistress wear a slave's clothes. But no, Cassandra decides a moment later. Your interpretation is more likely to be true.
"Keera?" you say and her head snaps up. "Thank you for the clothes. Now – do you know what I have to do?"
"Yes, Mistress," she nods. "The master told me what I need to know. I'll take you back to Dansk," she hesitates. "Mistress – shall I take you to your quarters first? Your belongings," she indicates the bag. "Do you want to leave them here? They're likely to strip you of anything of value once you're caught."
::Prudent:: your master's voice echoes in both your heads.
"Take me there," you say, hiding surprise at learning you even have such a thing as assigned quarters. She nods and turns to leave – and you follow her across the bridge, through the altar platform, and toward the door carved into the cavern's wall.
::Serve me well, Maiden:: is the last thing you hear your master say before you leave the chamber. ::Do not fail::
His voice – and the feeling of his presence – both fade as you step through the threshold and into the corridor beyond. You're left with your own thoughts – most of them pertaining to your silent guide. How do you make up for your gaffe with the bracelet? Can you even try? Is there any combination of words or actions that will make up for breaching her trust right at the start?
First, wait until you get to your quarters, Cassandra says. Admitting fault is supposed to make you vulnerable – a gesture that seems more sincere when done in privacy, within a bubble of intimacy created by closing a door.
Alright – but what do you actually say or do when you're there?
A) Offer a heartfelt apology and promise to never use the bracelet without cause again [Cunning]
B) Promise to never use the bracelet again, period [Cunning]
C) Claim Olgidernathus tricked you into using it on her [Cunning]
D) Instead of simply leaving the bracelet in the quarters, hand it to Keera for personal safekeeping
E) Keep the bracelet until she leads you outside, then throw it away completely
F) On the other hand, why make yourself vulnerable at all? Arbitrary acts were what Cassandra actually complained about, so give context to your actions – tell Keera what you did was simply punishment for being tied up, drugged, and left at the mercy of a lizardman [Cunning]
G) Don't say or do anything. Promises can be broken and gestures can seem empty – you'll simply have to treat her well and hope she forgets and forgives eventually
H) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 16:48:31 c38abf No. 31134
>>31133
F) On the other hand, why make yourself vulnerable at all? Arbitrary acts were what Cassandra actually complained about, so give context to your actions – tell Keera what you did was simply punishment for being tied up, drugged, and left at the mercy of a lizardman [Cunning]
J4CK0FH34RT5 10/18/15 (Sun) 17:18:29 90aaab No. 31135
>>31133
Apologize and tell her we didn't know what it did.
As a slave once ourselves we've probably never had much in the way of jewelry, we were just admiring it and then that happened.
And just make no mention at all about using it again or not.
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 17:23:02 fc59ae No. 31136
Herpyderp 10/18/15 (Sun) 17:28:28 5760d1 No. 31137
>>31133
H
Basically D, but have a talk with her, that we DO want to be friends with her and start to call her Kee again.
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 21:17:36 1564cf No. 31139
>>31133
First things first, once we're out of earshot: HONESTY. ABOVE. ALL. ELSE.
"I didn't save you because I wanted to hurt you. Our master told me up here " - tap temble "to try it out. I'd pushed enough. I didn't want to make things worse for us by disobeying. I'm sorry."
Immediately follow up with "Are you okay?" and "What do you need from me?", and "I don't appreciate you leaving me alone or in the dark earlier. I want us to be honest going forward. You can talk to me about anything you want without fear of punishment… and I want you to. We need each other to get through this."
Official vote for: H, hint at F, some of C. Make it clear G going forward - mutual trust is the foundation of relationships and teamwork.
Most importantly: Don't propogate bad master behavior. We're alone, we have one shot to clear up the footing we started this adventure on.
D should be saved as a reward if she earns our trust or brings it up herself.
Basically, we got hourself a minion. What we want is a trusty right hand that's not seeking to get away as soon as she can.
Furthermore: Ask her about serving our master - what she liked, what she didn't. We're NOT him.
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 21:38:29 7c265c No. 31140
>>31133
>>31139
This sounds good.
H leaning on F and G.
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 21:48:41 c38abf No. 31141
>>31139
With the power imbalance there no way we can ever be equals or friends and Keera knows that and will distrust us more because we disobeyed her earlier and got her into this mess
At some point we may end up abandoning her to further our goals like we did with the prisoner we rescued earlier
>>31133
G)
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 21:59:54 1564cf No. 31142
>>31141
Disobeying someone because your LIFE IS IN DANGER is something you FORGIVE, not hold against people.
Also, people of uneven social strata are friends all the time.
You have no idea how a d/s relationship is supposed to work.
And yes, our paths may part, but she's a skilled combatant and rogue. We went for a social build, we kinda need to built a combat party for the road ahead.
This means treating your tools with proper care and maintainance.
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 22:22:01 c38abf No. 31144
>>31142
This isnt a d/s relationship, this is a work relationship and office politics are freaking brutal
This is a cult hierarchy with a dark god on top and us replacing Keera as a top agent and her going to the bottom
I anit saying we have to treat Keera as shit but im not pretending this is going to be a loving relationship
Just keep it professional is all we can hope for at this point because no offence keera had no problems hurting us when she was in power
Hell keera is probably still loyal to Olg and wont hesitate to take us down if it looks like we are going to betray him
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 22:43:49 1564cf No. 31145
>>31144
Keera already was on the bottom, though.
Add you DONT know the details of their relationship - from what the scholars have said, and her hints at starting - they almost certainly do use sweet tentacle love as a hold over people and as a reward - she knew her master's preferences, because she operated under them and warned us of em too.
It is/was totally a d/s relationship.
Also, you don't take an abused slave and keep them in line with more abuse.
Fuck no.
You rehabilitate and instill loyalty. Especially if you want them to be/remain useful.
AlphaWanker 10/18/15 (Sun) 22:55:50 c38abf No. 31147
>>31145
Details about relationships between and superior and subordinate?
Have you not notice when you put a bunch of people together they have a tendency to make a hierarchy and the people on the bottom always get treated as shit?
not in highschool? work? in general interactions in society?
This behavior is not just d/s mate, its basic human instinct which we try to avoid to notice and admit to
And we don't own keera, we are being allowed to use her as long as we further Olg agenda
We didn't enslave her, it aint our magic that controls her, she isnt in love us, she following us because her boss says so
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 00:44:40 1564cf No. 31149
Y'need to re-read keera's intro in the other thread. Its pretty clear she was in a d/s situation - which cassandra has now suborned. It doesn't invalidate it, doing the opposite. It places certain expectations on how its going to work - and because of that, keera has a large opening to respect the shit out of a new person who doesn't mistreat her, which in turn can turn into loyalty, trust, and yes, even the possibility of love. Those are all useful things to have in a companion, but we're talking longer term here.
Bottom line, i'm inclined to keep her around. As we've just discovered, minding arousal and stamina is going to be crucial in the future. The more we can throw companions at doing the further we get. More importantly, someone happy to be with US will help keep other party members in line. Which we do want.
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 03:09:12 c38abf No. 31152
>>31149
Are you kidding me?
Keera is a brainwashed enforcer for an old one sex god
Do you think Olg really gives a damn about his slaves morale and sanity usually?
The only reason we got leverage in our deal is because our place in the metaplot for this race
Do you guys really think our leverage wont go down once that scholar player finishes their timeout and starts working for Olg?
Or when we make him stronger by corrupting the baron?
I got no problem using Keera as a meat-shield for now but i'm not going to pretend we her friend or savior
Keera will always be a liability as long as we are unable to remove all of Olg conditioning from her and no offence using a magical tool designed by olg is not really secure no matter how you look at it
Because sooner or later we are gonna get into another fight between us, the scholar, Olg before we even start messing with the other players in this race
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 12:09:20 47f1bb No. 31159
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 12:46:42 ee4b5b No. 31165
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 17:20:40 a48dc1 No. 31177
>>31133
>>31152
G because i think you are right
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 18:14:31 b871ba No. 31181
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/19/15 (Mon) 18:23:56 c15628 No. 31183
>>31134
>>31141
You voted for both F and for G, dear anon. Can I get a clarification on which one you're actually supporting? Kind of important to know seeing as if it's the latter, G and H end up tied for first place with 3 votes each.
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 19:00:23 3df47a No. 31187
F. Ask Keera if she realizes why we saved her… We thought Keera wanted to be our friend but instead she abandoned us in a dungeon with a lizardman. Thus we saved Keera to make sure she can make things up to us, she owes us!
AlphaWanker 10/19/15 (Mon) 20:09:42 c0117a No. 31193
>>31152
>Do you think Olg really gives a damn about his slaves morale and sanity usually?
This is the entire point here. Keera IS a brainwashed subby sub, who is going to look up at US to be a Master, putting expectations on cassandra to Act Like A Master just by virtue of being in charge - that's what she's trained to do, kind of her entire life and skillset.
How cassandra acts towards her lets her know if we're just as bad as Olg, or a master Actually Worth Serving and caring about. If she thinks we're her savior, she'll serve us faithfully and willingly, whether that is our intention or stance in fact - its all about appearances.
Also, remember this quest has a lot more story to it than just 'lol brainwashed sex slave'. We don't know details or specifics of her past, whether she entered service willingly or not, whether this is a game-scripted companion with own subquests attached, or even another player.
Writing her off as a simple brainwashed enforcer is shortsighted in the extreme.
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 00:50:48 c38abf No. 31195
>>31183
I'm supporting G
>>31193
No
Shes a mystically trained attack dog not some sex slave
Every slave for Olg is also used for sex by him because is an old one sex god, it his freaking job
Whatever past she has does not matter because she been mind-raped by Olg enough times that he trusted her to do high value missions for him
Do you think he trusts all his slave to accomplish these missions?
Remember his speech anon? and Cassandra reaction to it? our reaction to working with him afterwords?
>>30632
Do you think Olg gave that speech to anyone before?
Whatever masters Keera maybe had before Olg probably used the standard speech of "How I will be Good Master to you" already and look how that turn out for her.
Do you think Keera really will trust anything we say about doing this out of the good of our heart after we told Olg that we may have a use for her?
>>30853
>>31183
I just have to know what is the viewers reaction to the fact we just took out one of the combat players so early and pretty much hijacked her questline and boss monster
Were they freaked by the fact we just took a mission from it or the fact we had consensual sex with it?
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 01:47:57 c0117a No. 31197
>>31195
>Shes a mystically trained attack dog not some sex slave
>Every slave for Olg is also used for sex by him because is an old one sex god, it his freaking job
>Whatever past she has does not matter because she been mind-raped by Olg enough times that he trusted her to do high value missions for him
>Do you think he trusts all his slave to accomplish these missions?
>Remember his speech anon? and Cassandra reaction to it? our reaction to working with him afterwords?
(citation needed *5)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/20/15 (Tue) 06:20:20 c15628 No. 31205
>>31136
A
>>31135
That's basically saying "lie to her" so I'm counting it as C
>>31137
D with strong emphasis on making Keera our friend
>>31165
>>31187
F with emphasis on the fact she owes us now. A lot.
>>31141
>>31177
>>31181
G, coming from the position that Keera's brainwashing and the power disparity between her and Cassandra means she will never completely trust us or be loyal to us, making her a useful tool, at best
>>31139
>>31140
>>31159
H – be honest, build trust, be a good master. There's more to her than meets the eye, so it's worth putting in the effort to earn her loyalty.
Or at least that's the gist of what I understood from the discussion this choice inspired. Do tell me if you feel I got something wrong or omitted some crucial detail.
We also currently have a tie between G and H. Thing is, given how major (and contentious) a decision this is, I'm not 100% comfortable leaving the tiebreaker up to a dice roll. So I'll leave voting up for a bit longer and only ask for a roll if there's still a tie in the evening.
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 06:31:43 bc0c6c No. 31206
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 09:06:50 afebf7 No. 31210
Herpyderp 10/20/15 (Tue) 12:48:13 aec7ac No. 31217
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 14:27:54 c38abf No. 31227
>>31205
G
>>31197
Citation Needed for his speech? In there in the post i linked too
Are telling me you cant rationalize the fact that as a sex old one that he isn't going to fuck his slaves?
Does every workplace you seen have all the workers having the same responsibilities?
So i'm going to guess you think Olg has multiple slaves with the same skill sets as keera?
So the only the you can rationalize is the idea that somehow were going to be the perfect loving master while we aren't even free ourselves?
What can we give keera? can we protect her? can we we shelter her? Can we even free her if she wants too?
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/20/15 (Tue) 19:18:16 c15628 No. 31245
>>31206
>>31210
>>31217
With these 3 votes, H pulls into a pretty definitive lead, so that's what we're going with.
Since what you'll be attempting here is basically a protracted persuasion session in order to reestablish a baseline of trust, I don't want the entire conversation to hinge on a single roll. However, I also don't want to turn it into an extended challenge, since I feel adding that kind of abstract mechanical layer here would be detrimental to the narration.
Therefore, I'm going to compromise and ask for 3 Cunning rolls, with their combined total determining how successful you are. Each of these rolls will get an additional +10 since you did submit to Keera in the previous thread, thus fulfilling the requirement for the bonus.
Herpyderp 10/20/15 (Tue) 20:13:13 5760d1 No. 31249
Rolled 74 (1d100)
>>31245
Cunning
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 20:16:16 417f9d No. 31250
Rolled 86 (1d100)
>>31245
Cunning
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 20:53:51 afebf7 No. 31254
Rolled 97 (1d100)
>>31245
third Cunning
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 21:14:14 417f9d No. 31256
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/20/15 (Tue) 21:37:20 c15628 No. 31258
>>31256
Certainly better than expected. The dice gods seem to be pleased with your decisions.
However, it is a bit late by now and this update will take some time to write properly, so I have to delay it by another day, unfortunately.
But while I'm still here, a question from >>31195 that I missed:
>I just have to know what is the viewers reaction to the fact we just took out one of the combat players so early and pretty much hijacked her questline and boss monster
>Were they freaked by the fact we just took a mission from it or the fact we had consensual sex with it?
A means to receive audience feedback is planned for and you might get an opportunity to get some either later in this thread or at the start of next one, depending on how long the next couple scenes end up being. However, it's not something you'll ever have constant access to – while pleasing the audience is certainly an important part of a successful contestant's strategy, the producers have long since found that the Hawthorne Effect ends up being detrimental to the show's overall quality, so they do their best to mitigate it.
That said, on the meta level, the MC would know from pre-show research that successfully screwing over other contestants in a spectacular manner is almost always followed by a large upswing in a given player's ratings (exceptions being when fucking over a highly rated and popular contestant – but seeing as this is quite literally the first day of the game, there's virtually no chance the Scholar had much of a fan following yet).
AlphaWanker 10/20/15 (Tue) 23:20:40 c0117a No. 31260
>>31254
Okay, what happens if we get over 100 with a bonus?
AlphaWanker 10/21/15 (Wed) 06:15:37 c38abf No. 31262
>>31258
Awesome
Thanks for answering
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/22/15 (Thu) 02:19:29 c15628 No. 31330
I'd like to apologize in advance for cranking out another monster update (3100+ words, apparently). My excuse is that I didn't feel I would be doing the rolls we got – or the discussion that happened previously – justice if I simply went "k, you're totes bffs now." The conversation had to be fairly long and, more importantly had to be believable – we're talking about trying to change someone's opinion of us right after giving them reason to believe we're a pretty terrible person. As a reader, I wouldn't buy such a drastic transition if it took place within a couple paragraphs. As a writer, I wouldn't expect my readers to buy it either. There needs to be a process and that process needs to be shown in order to be believable.
tl;dr: this update is pretty tl;dr
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/22/15 (Thu) 02:20:05 c15628 No. 31331
Doing nothing would be so simple.
Simple and expedient. You could – and probably should – view Keera as a tool. A temporary boon to be discarded as soon as it becomes more advantageous than keeping her around. After all, she's brainwashed and mentally unstable – perhaps even more so after that entire episode in Olgiderthanus's chamber.
And can you even trust her? What if she thinks she can somehow get back into her old master's good graces? What if he knows this – what if he's already been whispering in her mind, promising her absolution in exchange for… what? Spying on you? Making sure you stay loyal? Being the knife at your back in case you betray or fail him?
You follow Keera through the temple's corridors, the catgirl – your alleged slave – leading you through a maze of rooms, corridors, turns, and intersections. Every now and then, you pass other acolytes – women both human and hybrid – dealing with the aftermath of the Scholar's passage through their home. Dazed-looking lizardmen are being collared or caged. Unconscious acolytes are dragged from limp coils of inert tentacle guardians, their vacant expressions overtaken by bliss.
Rarely, you happen upon a site of an actual fight, where someone encountered the Scholar in person. Here, deep bruises, cracked ribs, and broken bones are the most common themes, with those who stood in her way having been thrown aside by the force of her magic, just as Keera was during her own fight. Some are receiving aid. Others are trying to stumble around on their own.
Nobody, you note, bothers Keera or yourself. It's not that you're somehow invisible to them – you do catch glances cast your way. But glances are where these interactions end.
"Why is everyone ignoring us?" you ask finally, catching up to Keera just before she steps onto a spiral flight of stairs. "You'd think someone would at least ask for help."
"The master would've told them we are not to be bothered, Mistress," she replies, her tone still guarded and carefully polite. "Your mission is more important than cleaning up their failure."
"Does that mean he can speak to them even beyond his chamber?" you ask, remembering how his presence faded from your mind the moment you stepped outside.
"To most of them, yes."
"To you?"
Long pause. You notice Keera's hands ball up into fists.
"No," she says reluctantly.
Painful topic – don't push it, Cassandra cautions before you can follow with the obvious question. If you really want to win her trust and loyalty, don't start by prying into private affairs.
"How much further?" you ask instead.
"Just up these stairs, Mistress."
But is her trust and loyalty really worth it? Can you afford to waste time and effort on befriending an insane assassin?
On the other hand, can you afford to turn down a potential ally?
Yes, it would be easy to keep this relationship purely professional. Master and slave – nothing more and nothing less. You treat her well and she does what you say, with the unspoken threat of the bracelet hanging in the background should she ever misbehave.
It would've been so easy to stand aside as your master beat Keera to death. Instead, you learned how far he'll bend to humor you and gained a servant.
It was easy to obey when he told you to use the bracelet – and that opened the rift of mistrust between you and Keera.
You are not taking the easy way with her again if you can help it.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/22/15 (Thu) 02:20:55 c15628 No. 31332
>>31331
True to Keera's words, from the top of the stairs it's just a short walk down another corridor before you reach a door that she pushes open, stepping inside and holding it for you to enter.
Your quarters, as she called them, consist of a single room – though a fairly large one, spacious enough to fit a double bed, a tall wardrobe, a couple chests, a table with six chairs, a fireplace, and even a restroom area behind a wooden screen, all without making it feel cramped.
But you barely register any of it, your mind occupied with plans for storming Fortress Keera. Which, granted, do not amount to much – you find yourself woefully lacking in battlefield intelligence.
Come on, Cassandra, tell me where to start, you plea silently. There must be something we've picked up about her. You're the expert here.
Learning people takes time, comes the reply. And we spent hardly any in her presence. What do we know, really?
That she fears Olgiderthanus?
Fear is a good emotion to play on – but is that what we really want?
Uh… resentment, then? She's bound to hate him for the way he treated her.
Risky – she might still have the loyalty of a beaten dog. She'll blame herself – or us, if this backfires – before she blames him. Besides, you're going about this wrong. Playing on emotions is good for getting reactions. If we want her loyalty, we need to give her something just as valuable. Something she can't get anywhere else.
You pause, at loss for a response. Because what can you offer Keera? Protection? Shelter? Your master said her life belongs to you now – that you will be held accountable for her failures. But can you really protect her? Can you really guarantee that it's you who will be punished should she anger the master again – or are you still too valuable an asset to harm? And who's to say the Olgiderthanus won't use that against you, threatening to harm her to assure your compliance, should he ever feel the need?
Can you offer her freedom? Would she even accept it if you could? Would she understand its value?
You rack your brains for an idea, remembering everything Keera said in your presence, trying to find something – anything – to give you an opening.
[Cunning Roll: 74+15(attr)+10(mod)=99]
"Cass and Kee…" you mutter under your breath.
Yes, Cassandra agrees. She already told us exactly what she wants.
"Close the door," you tell Keera, who remained standing by the entrance.
"Mistress?" she asks, confused, and her ears flatten slightly. "Aren't we leaving?"
"In a minute, yes," you reply, without looking at her. Instead, you approach the table, listening for the sound of the door being shut.
The click of the latch bolt signals the start of the siege.
The motion with which you slip the bracelet off your wrist and lay it down on the table looks careless and casual, but you make sure that there's impact – that Keera can't miss the sound of metal against wood.
You then walk over to the bed, letting the strap of your bag slide off your shoulder – the thing, weighed down as it is, hits the ground with a loud thump. With a sigh of relief, you sit down on the mattress, bouncing up and down a couple of times to test its softness. You then glance at Keera, who, still by the door, is watching you warily.
"Come here, Kee," you say, patting a spot beside you. "I need to tell you something."
The alarm sounds. The drawbridge is raised. The army is at the gates.
You see the tension in her step as she approaches. The way her jaw juts forward and her mouth forms into a thin line. When she sits down, it's at the very edge of the mattress, with her back straight and stiff as a plank. She knows exactly what this is going to be about.
Or she thinks she does.
"I need to apologize to you, Kee," you begin and she inhales sharply through her nose. Her hands are folded in her lap – you reach out and grab one with your own and she stops herself just short of tearing it out of your grasp. "I fucked up," you pause and take a deep breath. "I should've listened to you. I should've stayed in the cell."
The look she shoots you – slack-jawed and wild-eyed – you successfully took the walls by surprise..
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/22/15 (Thu) 02:23:00 c15628 No. 31333
"I… I was scared, Kee," you continue in a small voice, head bowed, refusing to meet her eyes. "There was this lizardman and I tried to get away, but that just made it angry and it tore off the door, and pinned me down and…" your lower lip quivers. "It was horrible…"
Glancing up to see Keera's reaction would spoil the effect, but the way her hand now grips yours says everything you need to know.
"I fucked up so bad, Kee," your voice wavers. "But then… when it was done and fell asleep… I-I couldn't stay. What if it woke up again? I couldn't wait for you like I promised. I had to get away!"
"Cass… I mean, Mistress…"
"But I fucked up again…" you drop your voice to a horrified whisper. "I should've stayed. I should've waited. It… it would've been better. Cause then there was a… a thing with tentacles that got the jailer a-and it nearly got me too," you continue delivering the mostly-accurate account while slowly increasing the strength of your grip on Keera's hand. "And then there was this crazy alchemist who wanted to do experiments on me. So I ran and slid down a chute and… and I fell into the lake…"
"Oh fuck…" Keera groans,
"And the Master was there. And he… he did things to me," you see her nod unwittingly. "And then you were there and… and I fucked up again."
"What? No!" the catgirl protests, impulsively grabbing your shoulder. "You… you saved him! A-and," her voice catches briefly in her throat, "you saved me too, Cass. You saved my life…"
The defenders just gave a lot of ground, but there is hard fighting in the courtyard. To reach the keep, a new tactic will be needed.
"He gave me the bracelet… I hate the bracelet!" you shift from a whisper directly to a shout, making Keera jump. "I hate it! Get it away from me! I don't want it!"
"B-but… I can't… what do I…" she stammers.
"Keep it, break it, throw it away! I don't care! I don't want to ever see it again!" you finally look up at the catgirl, your eyes blazing with anger. "Take it!" you scream, pushing her off the bed.
Momentum and the need to keep her balance carry her the first few steps toward the table – the remainder, she takes herself – hesitant, but obedient. She reaches out timidly, as if expecting that the snakes carved into the bracelet will come alive and bite her. But they do not – and she picks it up by the loop.
The defenders suddenly discover that the attackers have all lost their swords.
[Cunning Roll: 86+15(attr)+10(mod)=111 Total: 99+111=210]
And now it's time to make them angry enough to counterattack.
"He told me exactly what it does," the low, cold tone that is now in your voice causes Keera to spin around, mouth half-open. "He persuaded me to use it. But the truth is – I didn't need much convincing," you're standing up now, facing Keera, your hands balled into fists and your eyes hard. "I… resented you."
"Cass, why are y-"
"…Blamed you for… the lizardman. For everything. You brought me here. You dropped me into that cell. You… you promised I'd be safe. I screamed for you when that lizardman took me, Kee. I begged you to come save me. But you never did."
"Cass, please, I didn't mean to…"
"I wanted to punish you," you cut Keera off – guilt-tripping her is not the point. "To make you suffer like I did. Thing is – I didn't need to, did I? Not when the Master already hates you."
There it is – the pang of pain that flashes across her face. She believes it. And it hurts her – a fresh wound. Now to pick away at it until she can't stand it anymore.
"I fucked everything up for you, Kee" your tone is vital here. You're not gloating or making fun of her. If anything, you sound regretful. But it's just as important to have her across the room and facing you instead of having you sit side by side – she has to see this as a confrontation. "He considered you his best, didn't he? He wouldn't give such an important mission – finding me – just to anyone."
"I was honored to accept…" she mutters, half to herself.
"He would have favored you above all others once you returned."
"Everything was going to be so great…" Longing. Regret.
"If only I listened…"
"If only you did what I told you… Why did you decide to be silly, Cass?" Resentment. "You promised you wouldn't. Why did you lie to me?!"
Anger.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/22/15 (Thu) 02:23:53 c15628 No. 31334
>>31333
"Because I was stupid," you reply meekly.
"Damn right you were stupid! Why I should-" she breaks off, staring at the fist she extended in your direction. Or rather, at the silver band shaped like two twisted snakes still held in it.
You look at it too. And the sudden fear that appears in your eyes serves as all the encouragement she needs.
The bracelet strikes the floor simultaneously with your back hitting the bed's mattress after Keera pushes you. She lands on top of you, straddling your stomach and pinning your arms under her knees.
"I trusted you, Cass!" she growls, her hands clasping around your head, nails digging into your skull. "You made a promise!"
"I did," you agree, fighting to keep your voice calm. This part relies on pure luck – on hoping that her mind meanders where it needs to before it plunges off the cliff completely.
"Then why did you lie?" Keera demands. "Why would you lie to me, Cass? Why would you ruin… everything? Do you hate me? You told me you don't hate me. Was that a lie too?!"
"I don't hate you, Kee," you manage to shake your head slightly. "Because you're my friend. I said I'm sorry for what I did. And I-"
"Sorry is not enough!" she screams straight in your face. "I hate you, Cass! You hear that?! I don't want to be friends with you! I hate you! I hate you so much that I… that I just want to hurt you," she sobs out, suddenly. Her face is still twisted in rage, but genuine tears well up in her eyes. "See what you did?! I hate you so much that I'm going to hurt you!"
The army is broken and scattered – fleeing, with the defenders in close pursuit. All that remains in the courtyard is a single soldier from among the attackers, who hid in the corner until everyone cleared out. For whose sake the entire attack was launched. He now walks into the keep unopposed. And opens his mouth to speak.
A million wrong things to say. One chance to get it right.
[Cunning roll: 97 +15(attr)+10(mod)=122 Total: 210+122=332 vs 250: Resounding Success + Critical Finish!]
"Will… will it make you feel better if you do?"
Keera freezes, one arm already raised above her head. Her eyes open wide and her face goes pale as a sheet. She stares at you as her mouth works silently, but no words come out, while her expression twists into one of complete horror.
"No…" she finally forces out – a single, strained, barely audible word. "No…" she repeats a bit louder. "No!" she shouts, backing away – and falling off the bed.
"No!" she repeats again, crawling away backwards, head shaking frantically from side to side. She keeps going until her back hits the opposite wall.
And then she bursts into tears.
———-
You sit down beside her quietly. She doesn't seem to notice you, her head buried in her arms, which in turn hug the knees of her legs drawn up against her chest.
Now what?
Now we wait. She needs to work through this alone. And then, once she's done, she needs to see us next to her again.
I thought manipulating people was supposed to be fun.
Cassandra does not dignify that with a response.
I'm going to be completely honest with her from now on. Mutual trust – that's the only way this can work out.
Somehow, the silence takes on a tone of mockery.
[Hour rollover: +5 Arousal, +6 Fatigue. Fatigue Threshold Reached]
Minutes pass. Keera's cries and sobs become increasingly more hoarse as she exhausts herself. Eventually, they fade to nothing more than an occasional strangled hiccup. Your internal clock tells you that nighttime is approaching and, despite everything you find yourself nodding off as exhaustion once again begins catching up with you. But you snap out of it instantly when you feel a small hand touch your shoulder.
"Can I…" Keera's voice is timid. Her eyes – large and frightened. Vulnerable. "Can I have a hug? Please?"
You simply hold out your arms.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/22/15 (Thu) 02:24:48 c15628 No. 31335
>>31334
Day 1
Time: 12:07 (night) Encounter Timer: <pending>
Distance Traveled: 21km
Arousal: 5/100
Fatigue: 60/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 2h), Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 15h)
"We need to get going," you say quietly a few minutes later.
Keera nods silently and disentangles herself from you. Despite your suggestion to move somewhere more comfortable, she elected to stay on the floor, and your muscles protest loudly as you now struggle to get up.
But not loudly enough for you to miss the way Keera draws air through her teeth when getting up herself. Or the small, but pronounced limp now present in her step.
"Kee," you begin, but pause when you see her lean down to pick up the bracelet, which has rolled under one of the chairs. "What…?"
"Take it," she says.
"I don't want it," you respond automatically.
"You'll need it," she insists.
"No," you slap her hand away.
"For fuck's sake, Cass!" she grabs your arm and forces the bracelet onto your wrist. "I'm… I'm crazy, alright? Someday something may happen and I'll try to hurt you like… like I almost did. So you'll have to hurt me back before I do. So keep it on, alright?!"
There is a burning determination in her eyes – you can tell this is something she's not going to budge on.
"Fine," you say, resigned. "But it's staying here anyway. We don't want it stolen by the baron's goons, remember?" you add before she can start yelling.
There's not much she can say to that, so you slip the bracelet into your bag, which you then slide under the bed.
"So let's go already," Keera grumbles impatiently.
A) Insist to check on her injuries first
B) Just leave – you've tarried enough as it is
C) <anon choice> (anything else to say or do before moving on?)
AlphaWanker 10/22/15 (Thu) 03:48:36 881e3d No. 31336
AlphaWanker 10/22/15 (Thu) 04:12:25 c0117a No. 31337
>>31330
>I'd like to apologize in advance for cranking out another monster update (3100+ words, apparently). My excuse is that I didn't feel I would be doing the rolls we got – or the discussion that happened previously – justice if I simply went "k, you're totes bffs now." The conversation had to be fairly long and, more importantly had to be believable – we're talking about trying to change someone's opinion of us right after giving them reason to believe we're a pretty terrible person. As a reader, I wouldn't buy such a drastic transition if it took place within a couple paragraphs. As a writer, I wouldn't expect my readers to buy it either. There needs to be a process and that process needs to be shown in order to be believable.
DONT APOLOGIZE FOR WORDS I LOVE WORDS.
Seriously, short-and-smitty is for other quests. Reading now!
AlphaWanker 10/22/15 (Thu) 04:44:21 c38abf No. 31338
>>31335
A)
That is good manipulation
C try to grab some equipment if we can
AlphaWanker 10/22/15 (Thu) 05:27:19 a7a946 No. 31339
Herpyderp 10/22/15 (Thu) 09:24:42 5760d1 No. 31341
AlphaWanker 10/22/15 (Thu) 22:37:20 afe3e4 No. 31402
>>31335
A
Love your writing, never stop.
AlphaWanker 10/24/15 (Sat) 09:29:56 a50360 No. 31446
>>31335
>>31337
Wholly agree. Love words, and yours are great.
Why would I want less words!?
C
Ask her if she is fine. If she says yes, her choice, if no, we try and patch her up.
And grabbing some equipment, or asking where we might find some sounds good… Although wait. We'll likely lose it as soon as we are grabbed up anyway.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/25/15 (Sun) 01:06:38 c15628 No. 31453
>>31338
>>31339
>>31341
>>31402
A
>>31338
>>31446
As pointed out, grabbing more stuff is not a valid option – it's already been established that you're leaving everything behind.
Also, apologies for lack of updates this week. Between family, work, and general exhaustion, I didn't really have time to write. I should be getting back on schedule starting Monday.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/25/15 (Sun) 01:07:36 c15628 No. 31454
"I'm fine, Cass" Keera says after you tell her to undress and show you her back.
"Really, I'm fine," she repeats after you guide her into a chair and forcibly sit her down. She rolls her eyes as you unbutton her tunic and begin undoing the bindings on the leather vest underneath.
But she doesn't do anything to stop you.
Under the vest is a simple, linen undershirt. And after you hitch it up…
"It looks worse than it feels," she tells you after you don't say anything for a long moment.
"How can you even stay upright?" you echo Cassandra's sentiment, eyes still glued to the almost solid mass of dark purple bruises spreading across Keera's back.
"Painkillers," she shows you a small vial filled with a dark, dense liquid. "I just didn't take enough yet is all."
Before you can say anything, she uncorks the vial and downs the contents in a single swig. "I told you I'll be fine, Cass. Just give me a minute till they kick in."
"Side effects?" you see no bloodstains on the shirt, but you hitch it up higher and check the catgirl's back for open wounds anyway. Finding none, you lower it back down.
"They're also a stimulant, so I won't be doing much sleeping tonight. Vest?" she extends her hand and you hand the garment to her somewhat reluctantly. "Then I'll crash in the morning and sleep through the whole day and the next night as well. Which is great, cause that's when it's gonna really start hurting."
After doing up the vest, she gets up and reaches for the tunic by herself – and you note that her movements are easier and more fluid, causing her no visible pain.
"So can we actually go now?" she asks when she's done dressing.
———-
After leaving the temple, Keera – this time taking the lead – takes you back through the corridors that originally led you here, heading back toward town. In keeping with her advice, you take none of your possessions – anything you bring would likely be taken away by the baron's thugs.
Keera, bursting with energy after the drugs she took, walks fast, frequently glancing backward to check if you're still keeping up. Until, unexpectedly, she comes to a stop.
[Encounter Roll: 87 Rating: Positive]
"Hold on, Cass," she says. "I need to show you something."
She taps a brick, causing a portion of the wall to slide back, revealing yet another secret passage that these corridors seem to be riddled with. The revealed corridor carries the faint smell of rot and mud.
"Right, first thing: here's how you open it from the other side," she shows you the exact stone to press, then actually has you do it a few times, opening and closing the wall, until she's sure you'll remember. "Got that? Now, we're not going to head down there cause it would take too long, so listen carefully. This passage leads all the way to the baron's keep. To the moat, to be exact. To get in from the other side, you'll have to dive in and swim down directly under the drawbridge – there will be a tunnel there. There's a grate in the way, but the second bar from the right can be pried loose. After that, it's a short swim – twenty meters, tops, and you'll reach the surface. Then you just need to walk down here. There's usually a few traps in the way, but on my way back, I'll go and disable them, so you don't have to worry about the ceiling dropping on you or the like. Got all that?"
"Yeah, but… I already know how I'm getting out. The Master said…"
"I know, Cass," Keera gives you a solemn look and sighs. "But shit happens, you know? You saw how I look – I'm useless for the next couple of days. Won't be able to go in after you if something goes wrong," she puts a hand on your shoulder. "Best I can do is tell you another way out. Hopefully you won't need it. But you never know."
"Thanks," you say, giving her a sincere smile. "I appreciate it."
"Thank me by staying safe, alright, Cass? Now let's get going."
She closes the passage and you move on. Some time later, you emerge into a now-familiar musty cellar.
"Ok, so, here's the plan," Keera says. "The baron's goons own a brothel a few streets over. We'll walk there and I'll hand you off."
"Just like that?"
"We… I did stuff like that before. Hunted down escaped slaves for them, I mean," she gives you a somewhat guilty look. "The master wanted as many ins with the baron as possible. We also sold them a hybrid every now and then."
"So… wait, a brothel?" you frown. "How do you… how does the Master know they'll hand me off to the baron then? What if they just wanted to turn me into a whore?"
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/25/15 (Sun) 01:08:14 c15628 No. 31455
>>31454
Day 1
Time: 12:45 (night) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 24km
Arousal: 5/100
Fatigue: 60/100
Status Effects: Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 2h), Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 15h)
"You're a wolfgirl, Cass," Keera shakes her head. Her voice turns very sad. "Every wolfgirl they catch always goes to the baron. No exceptions."
"Why?"
"He has a thing for them," she shrugs. "There's other kinds, sometimes, but any time he gets done with one wolf, he immediately starts looking for another. It's like an obsession or something. Even tells his men to dress them up all special before bringing them to the keep – there's a whole wardrobe of identical dresses at the brothel."
"And what do you mean, when 'he gets done with one?'" you ask cautiously.
Keera winces.
"I mean that he kills them," she says quietly. "He tortures them for a week or two and then he kills them. I'm sorry, Cass."
———-
A moonless night has fallen over Dansk. The streets are dark, lit only by the occasional streetlamp. On your way to the brothel, you encounter a mere handful of passersby – a few homeless, a guard patrol, a couple laborers on their way from a tavern. A couple streets from your destination, Keera pulls you into a side alley.
"I'll have to tie you up, Cass," she explains apologetically. "Escaped slave, remember? Don't worry – I'll leave the rope as loose as I can."
"Alright," you nod and turn around, putting your hands behind your back.
You feel her hand close around your wrists, pulling them up until your muscles give a warning twinge. Then she holds you like this for a long moment, not moving.
"Kee?" you ask, once it becomes clear she has no intent to continue. You hear something that sounds like a strangled sob.
Next thing you know, you're spun around and pinned against the alley wall, Keera's arms wrapped around you in a strong embrace.
"I can't do this, Cass," she whispers tearfully. "I can't just hand you off to them."
You realize her entire body is shaking. Reflexively, you put your own arms around her, one resting gently across her shoulders, with the other on the back of her head.
"He can't have you!" Keera sobs. "He'll kill you!"
You look around the alley and out onto the street. Night has fallen over Dansk and the town is lit only by the occasional streetlamp. Still, if anyone blundered into you two right now, this scene would be rather awkward to explain.
Or, more likely, Keera would simply kill them on the spot.
"Kee…"
"You're mine!" she tightens her embrace. "My friend! My Mistress! You saved my life! I won't let you lose yours!"
During the walk through the streets you had time to come to terms with the grim words you heard in the cellar. You're not going to die – the game doesn't go quite that far. Even should you utterly fail at your goal, you'll simply lose a few days to "torture," after which something will happen to set you free – a bit worse for wear and without anything to show for it, but still very much alive.
Of course, such "out of character" knowledge isn't going to persuade – or even register with – the catgirl currently squeezing the air out of your lungs. In her mind, she really is sending you off to your death.
A) Tell her you have special powers that will protect you [Cunning]
B) Tell her you'll both die if you disobey Olgiderthanus [Cunning]
C) Tell her that you'll be fine and that she needs to trust you know what you're doing [Cunning]
D) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/25/15 (Sun) 01:34:11 bc0c6c No. 31457
AlphaWanker 10/25/15 (Sun) 04:51:51 a7a946 No. 31464
AlphaWanker 10/25/15 (Sun) 07:01:52 abc1e2 No. 31467
Herpyderp 10/25/15 (Sun) 07:14:18 5760d1 No. 31469
AlphaWanker 10/25/15 (Sun) 09:15:12 a50360 No. 31472
AlphaWanker 10/25/15 (Sun) 18:30:41 0d5e63 No. 31499
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/25/15 (Sun) 19:27:32 c15628 No. 31528
>>31457
>>31464
>>31467
>>31469
>>31472
>>31499
The Cs have it. Give me that Cunning roll.
AlphaWanker 10/25/15 (Sun) 19:34:05 c477ae No. 31535
Rolled 38 (1d100)
>>31528
Behold my singles
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/27/15 (Tue) 23:33:58 c15628 No. 31606
"Shh, it's alright, Kee," you mutter soothingly, stroking Keera's head. "Everything's going to be fine."
"How can you say that!" se sobs into your shoulder. "You're going to die!"
"No I won't."
"How can you know that?!"
With some effort, you pull her away from you slightly – enough that you can look directly into her bright, tear-filled eyes.
"Look at me, Kee," you say, voice and expression solemn. "And listen."
You take a deep breath.
"I'll be fine. I know I'll be fine. If I thought otherwise," you hesitate, looking for the right words, "we'd be having a very different conversation right now. You have to trust that I know what I'm doing."
"But…"
[Cunning Roll: 38+15(attr)+10(mod)=63 vs 50: Solid Success]
"I survived many masters," you draw on Cassandra's memories. "They were cruel. They were violent. I learned to deal with them. I know how to stay the hand that holds the whip. That I stand here right now – that we both stand here," you gently remind her of the events in the cavern, "is testament enough of that. Trust me, Kee – this baron will be no different."
"But…" a weak, defeated protest of someone who knows they lost – but has not come to terms with the fact yet. "He'll hurt you…"
"Wounds heal. Pain fades."
You hug her again.
"I'll be fine. We both will."
———-
After taking a few minutes to compose herself, Keera ties your arms – apologizing as she does so – and, after covering you up with her cloak, she leads you around the block and into an alley that takes you to the back of the brothel. There, she exchanges a few words with a square-faced thug, their conversation ending with the man unlocking a door he was guarding, revealing a stairway leading down.
Keera gives you a light push, indicating you should head down first. She follows – then stops you as soon as you hear the door close behind you.
"I'm going to… act a certain way when handing you off, Cass," she whispers. "It's what they'll expect. Don't… don't take it personally."
"I won't," you reassure her.
"And remember to turn and run. Almost everyone does."
You nod nervously. That was also part of the brief set of instructions she passed on while tying you up.
The stairway ends in another door – you can see the soft glow pouring out from under it and your ears pick up the muffle sounds of conversation and laughter.
Keera reaches past you, pushing the door open.
"I'm sorry," she breathes into your ear.
And she gives you a hard shove forward.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/27/15 (Tue) 23:34:25 c15628 No. 31607
>>31606
You practically fall down the last step, stumbling forward and into the middle of the room beyond the door in a frantic attempt to keep your balance.
"Heard you incompetent fuckwits lost something again," Keera says, striding into the room after you. Her voice is different than it was just a few minutes ago – different even than when you first met her, losing its melody and liveliness in favor of a hard, challenging, almost insulting edge. "Well – guess who found it for you. Again."
Having just barely managed to stay upright, you cast a quick glance around the cellar, taking in the surroundings. A stench of sweat, beer, and burning oil hanging in the air. A rough-hewn table in the middle, strewn with beer steins, plates with half-eaten meals, chips, and cards. The three individuals sitting at the table, who've all turned toward the door, confusion and surprise written on their faces. Two of them, human men – both young, but well-built and none-too-intelligent. The third one, far smaller, with a twisted, bestial countenance covered in fur. A Canis. You know him.
Walt.
You turn to run – only partially following Keera's earlier instructions.
"None of that, darling," expecting this, she easily trips you, sending you sprawling onto the stone floor. You twist your body while falling, landing heavily on your right shoulder instead of your face. "So," she addresses the room at large, "who here ordered a helping of flea-bitten wolf?"
"That's her!" Walt is the first to shake off his surprise. He actually leaps onto the table gesticulating wildly. "That's the bitch!"
He jumps down onto the floor and the next thing you know, he's right beside you, raising his leg, and you curl up instinctively as he winds up the kick aimed at your stomach.
A kick that never comes as he suddenly has to contend with Keera's dagger at his throat.
"Forgot the rules again, pooch?" she snarls. "Merchandise ain't yours to touch till I have the gold. So go get Garth."
"Garth's dead," Walt says slowly, trying to carefully back away from the blade. "She killed him."
"Her? As fucking if," Keera's voice drips disbelief. "Easiest pickup I ever made – I'd have gotten more fight from a kitten."
"Garth was with her. And Lex too," Walt says defensively. "And after I came back they were both dead and she got away."
"Well, the way I hear it, Garth got a hit on his dumb ass for stepping on other people's turf one time too many," she shrugs dismissively and finally takes away her knife – much to the Canis's visible relief. "So who's in charge now?"
"I am."
The peal of laughter she gives in response is filled with genuine mirth.
"You? Someone actually put you in charge, pooch? C'mon, tell me another one. Were you made king as well? Can I get an invite to the coronation, your majesty?"
"Fuck you, puss" Walt bares his teeth – but you note he's very careful about not making any threatening movements toward Keera. "I have seniority now. These guys," he motions at the two men watching the conversation with dull-faced interest, "are the new crew. I'll be showing them the ropes," he adds, puffing himself up.
"I'm sure they'll appreciate learning how to sniff asses," the contempt in Keera's tone is palpable. "But you know – I don't give a fuck about who runs this shitshow – long as I get paid."
A brief bargaining over price follows – one that Walt loses rather thoroughly. He's afraid of Keera, he's impatient, emotional, and doesn't even try to hide the fact how much he wants to get his hands on you – Cassandra points out all of his mistakes.
During the negotiations, one of Walt's goons pulls you aside, sitting you up against a wall. He remains standing over you, successfully discouraging any thoughts of getting away. You can plainly feel his gaze on you, as his eyes roam over your face and body, pausing on your breasts, hips…
A bargain is struck and money changes hands. Keera turns to leave, but she pauses to give you a last, long look.
Just give me a word, her eyes plead. A single word – and I will gut these bastards and get you out.
You shake your head almost imperceptibly. No – I know what I'm doing. Just go.
A moment later, it's just you and the goons in the cellar.
And Walt.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/27/15 (Tue) 23:36:01 c15628 No. 31608
>>31607
Day 1
Time: 13:03 (late night) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 25km
Arousal: 45 /100
Fatigue: 66 /100
Status Effects: Aroused (-15 to all rolls) Bound (arms, 2x Arousal gain, indefinite), Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 1h), Fatigued (-6 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 14h)
"Search her," the Canis barks an order. "Bitches like these – they got tricks. Neither of you wants a rusty needle in a soft spot, I reckon."
What follows more resembles an extended groping session than a proper search. After being hauled to your feet, you suffer calloused hands roaming all over your body, slipping under your clothes, cupping your breasts, pinching your sides, or squeezing your buttocks. The men pass you between one another making jokes and bawdy comments. Your arms still bound, you can offer no resistance – and that makes them increasingly bolder as time goes on. Their hands becomes rougher and more demanding. One of them kisses you forcefully. The other, slips two fingers between your legs.
But what's even worse is how much a part of you welcomes this treatment. The obscene thrill you derive from being helpless and bound, at the mercy of larger, stronger men. That part of you relishes the prospect of being stripped and bent over – or, better yet – strapped to the table and fucked repeatedly, squirming under the weight of their sweaty, muscular bodies, until both they and you are too exhausted to move.
[Arousal Gain: 10x2=20]
[Hour Rollover: +5 Arousal, +6 Fatigue. Arousal Threshold Crossed, Fatigue Threshold Crossed ]
You lose yourself in a lustful haze, moaning and whimpering eagerly as the men begin to pull off your clothes. One of them, in too much hurry to bother with the bindings on your arms, takes a knife from the table and simply slices open the front of your tunic and cuts through the silken bra, exposing your swollen, tender breasts to the cold cellar air. He gives one of them a hard squeeze and a bit of milk dribbles out of your nipple, staining his fingers. He raises his hand, looking at it in puzzlement – and then licks it clean.
"Alright, lads, that's enough fun for now," Walt declares loudly when the men are halfway through pulling off your pants. The dogman's voice is hoarse with excitement – he spent the entire time perched on the table, watching the scene like a hawk. "In this pack, top dog gets the first go at the bitch. Bring her over here."
Grumbling and reluctant – but obedient – the goons haul you in front of their boss, pushing you down on your knees as he leaps down to the floor, putting your eyes level with the visible bulge in his pants.
"Remember me, bitch?" he demand, his voice nasty and eager. "Remember what I promised you? So how's my cock in your ass sound now – still want to run away? Cause from where I'm standing, you don't look like you're in mood for any more running."
The Canis drops his pants, revealing a large and fully erect dog dick – bright red, with the unmistakable roundness of a knot at its base. He shoves it in your face and its scent – hot and heavy – makes your begin dripping girlcum, instantly soaking your panties. A shameful, pleading whine escapes your throat.
[Arousal Gain: 5x2=10]
"Or," Walt grins lewdly, pointing the tip directly toward your mouth, "you could just do what a bitch like you finds natural. You probably should," he adds helpfully. "Cause that's the only lube you'll be getting."
A) Suck him off
B) Turn around and present yourself
C) Muster your willpower and refuse [Tenacity (-mod)]
D) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 05:40:38 04014a No. 31615
Herpyderp 10/28/15 (Wed) 05:48:27 28d330 No. 31617
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 06:32:41 c38abf No. 31618
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 06:38:49 a7a946 No. 31619
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 13:56:40 d96780 No. 31625
>>31608
A. Let's scare these fuckwits with the intensity of this blowjob and make an example of him
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 14:09:00 d96780 No. 31627
>>31608
A. Let's scare these fuckwits with the intensity of this blowjob and make an example of him>>31608
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/28/15 (Wed) 15:22:27 c15628 No. 31629
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/28/15 (Wed) 19:43:40 c15628 No. 31636
**Ok, so, to begin with, I'm an idiot who forgot to change the hour when we had a rollover in >>30986 – the time in that update should've read "12:03" So, since I counted the 11th hour twice by accident, we should actually be 1 hour ahead – thus the sudden jump to the 14th hour in this update.
Not that anyone actually seemed to notice, but it's kinda important that I keep track of this accurately for status effect timers and whatnot.**
Day 1
Time: 14:12 ( late night) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 25km
Arousal: 75 /100
Fatigue: 66 /100
Status Effects: Aroused (-45 to all rolls) Bound (arms, 2x Arousal gain, indefinite), Drugged (+2/h Arousal gain, 1h), Fatigued (-6 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 14h)
"Good choice," Walt leers are you close your mouth around his shaft.
It's sickening – the feeling of comfort and relief that washes over Cassandra – over you. Forget old temples and elder gods. Forget mysterious destinies and hidden powers. These are not things you should concern yourself with. Your proper place is here – on your knees before your owner, devoted solely to pleasing him.
Your owner…. That's Walt now, you realize as your tongue swirls around his cock, slickening it up as you begin bobbing your head back and forth along the shaft, striving to get as much of it into your mouth as possible. He has the power here, insignificant as it may seem compared to that your master. Power over his goons. Power over you. In your mind, your leash wraps itself around the Canis's hand.
For now, you belong to him.
His hand falls on your head, gripping your hair and your gaze drifts upward, toward his face, to make sure he's pleased of your performance only to find him looking down at you with a lecherous grin.
"If I knew she was this eager for cock," he tells the others, his tongue rolling out of his mouth, "I'd have whipped mine out the moment I saw her. Would've saved everyone so much trouble."
The satisfaction you feel at this approval is matched only by the revulsion it in turn evokes. Yet, it does nothing to stop the pleasant tingle that runs up your pussy, which results in a new helping of girlcum flowing into your increasingly damp panties. Your hands strain against their bonds, eager to plunge themselves between your legs and extinguish the need burning there.
He's keeping us restrained on purpose, a thought comes unbidden. This will be our reward if we please him.
Which only serves to stoke your excitement further.
[Arousal Gain: 10x2=20]
With contemptible eagerness, you redouble your efforts, your mouth now enveloping all of his dick aside from the knot, each plunge and bob causing the shaft's tip to slide all the way to the back of your throat, even as your tongue continues swirling around its length, teasing it relentlessly.
"Oh fuck," Walt gasps out breathlessly. "She's… that's…"
His grip on your head tightens suddenly and he thrusts himself forward with a grunt. The knot enters your mouth, forcing your jaw open painfully wide and puffing out your cheeks. You make a choking sound as the tip plunges down your esophagus and, for a brief moment, you start gagging before your throat reflexively relaxes itself. You inhale sharply through your nose – and get a lungful of the Canis's intoxicating musk.
[Arousal Gain: 5x2=10]
Walt grasps your head with both his hands. His cock seems to swell even larger – and, with a triumphant howl, he shoots his load inside you, the first spurt of cum disappearing directly into your stomach It is quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth – each one announced by a happy moan.
Eventually, his orgasm ends and tension abandons his body – he rests heavily on you, his shaft remaining tied with your mouth, with the occasional, anemic spurt of cum still dropping down your throat. However, he does not remain that way for long. With a grunt, he pulls himself free of you – as his cock slides out of your sore, exhausted mouth, it leaves a trail of salty flavor along your tongue. You swallow heavily – and Walt's smirk tells you he's noticed.
"Good, wasn't it?" he drawls. "Bet you want more – you bitches can never get enough of me. Now bend over!"
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/28/15 (Wed) 19:44:51 c15628 No. 31637
>>31636
You obey automatically – head down, ass up, legs splayed out as wide as the pants still caught around your knees and ankles allow, tail raised high and – you realize with some degree of shame – wagging eagerly.
A hand slaps your ass roughly and then grabs the back of your panties and slides – or rather, peels them off your bottom, exposing your pussy to the world.
"Holy shit, lads, watch out!" Walt's voice carries a mixture of amusement and awe. "We're about to get flooded here!"
The statement is greeted with raucous laughter. The Canis then grips your tail and you feel him kneeling down behind you, lining himself up.
"Now then, I promised you something, didn't I?" you feel the tip of his shaft poke your anus and shudder. "But I bet you'd prefer if I went elsewhere, no?" the tip moves down, rubbing itself along your folds and even sliding in a quarter of an inch. You whine and buck backwards, seeking to impale yourself on him – this is immediately met with a warning growl and a sharp swat to your bottom. "Oh no you don't, bitch. Only I get to decide where it goes. So tell me – do you want it up your cunt?"
The pleading whine that escapes your throat is a more than sufficient answer.
"Well…" he makes a big show of deliberating his decision, his cock constantly sliding between your pussy and your anal ring, leaving a trail of your own juices in its wake. "You're not horrible at sucking cock… and I'm feeling generous, so," an unpleasant chuckle escapes his throat. "Bark for me, then. Bark and growl like the bitch you are! Beg me for the privilege of having your cunt stuffed!"
A) Demean yourself to get properly fucked.
B) This is a line you won't cross. Stay silent.
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 20:01:23 a7a946 No. 31638
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 20:07:08 04014a No. 31639
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 20:32:26 c0117a No. 31640
>>31637
Im torn. We NEED to get that arousal down, and there's no guarantee we'll enjoy it in the ass.
We should take whichever action takes less time and grabs the attention of the person in charge we need to complete our mission.
A is good for that. as demeaning as it is, we need a clear head and to advance our position
Herpyderp 10/28/15 (Wed) 20:34:24 5760d1 No. 31642
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 20:51:34 c38abf No. 31644
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 21:35:40 04014a No. 31646
>>31640
We also want to give him what he wants. No need to get beaten up if we can just let him enjoy us for a bit before we get carted off.
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 22:38:37 17f52f No. 31648
A. Let's not kid ourselves here, everybody-us anons, the fictional audience, even Cassandra herself-wants Cassanda to get fucked.
AlphaWanker 10/28/15 (Wed) 23:35:32 bc0c6c No. 31650
AlphaWanker 10/29/15 (Thu) 00:07:39 e08c60 No. 31652
AlphaWanker 10/29/15 (Thu) 05:06:57 881e3d No. 31655
AlphaWanker 10/29/15 (Thu) 05:25:10 7fcf45 No. 31656
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/29/15 (Thu) 16:37:29 c15628 No. 31666
>>31638
>>31639
>>31640
>>31642
>>31644
>>31646
>>31648
>>31650
>>31655
A
>>31652
>>31656
B
Barking for cock it is. While I'm at it, I'll also ask a Physique roll to see how well you handle all this sex you're suddenly having.
AlphaWanker 10/29/15 (Thu) 16:38:37 c477ae No. 31667
Rolled 40 (1d100)
>>31666
I got it!
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/29/15 (Thu) 22:43:56 c15628 No. 31670
"A-a…" your throat closes up as you struggle to get the bark out. You swallow and try again. "Arf!"
The sound you produce is weak and unconvincing – in part because of your facedown position, but mostly because something inside you is actively holding your back. You open your mouth again, but what comes out is a pained gasp as Walt yanks you upward by your hair, tilting your head toward the ceiling.
"Louder, bitch!" he demands. "Do it properly."
"Woof!" you try again, your cheeks burning with shame. A great wave of it washes over you, causing your throat to contract again. A complete overreaction to this demeaning, but ultimately meaningless act.
Not meaningless, Cassandra disagrees, offering a memory – and you understand.
Leash the animal – it's what all the little boy and girl hybrids get told. Keep it hidden. Don't go around naked. Don't sniff people's parts. Don't pee in public. Don't bite. Don't, don't, don't – a long list of don'ts. Including, don't vocalize – don't yip, bark, or bay. It's what animals do. Being an animal is bad. Very, very bad. Leash it. Hide it. Shame on you if it gets out.. You've been a bad girl. Shame, shame, shame.
This is what Walt wants from you – to transgress. To do the forbidden. To make you the animal. That realization is almost enough for you to stop – to deny him the further satisfaction.
But it's too late, you realize – the damage is done.
And besides, your lust-addled mind reasons – you really need to get your head clear before meeting the baron.
So you yap, and you howl, and you yelp, and you growl. You cry out your shame toward the ceiling, cheeks burning red and tears welling in your eyes. You bark until your voice grows hoarse and raw. Because, when it comes right down to it everyone – including yourself – just wants to see you get fucked.
"Enough," you finally hear and the grip on your hair disappears, letting you fall back down. You press your cheek into the cold stone floor, shivering, your ragged breathing interrupted by the occasional sob.
"So, lads," Walt says, the fake disinterest in his voice doing little to hide his satisfaction. "What do you think? Did the bitch do good enough?"
The two goons murmur in what vaguely sounds like assent and you again feel the tip of the Canis's shaft prod at your vagina's lips.
"You think she earned a proper fuck?"
More murmured assent.
"Like fuck she did!"
A hand closes around one of your bound arms, pressing you into the floor. At the same time, Walt pulls his hips back – and then thrusts them forward, ramming his dick straight into your ass.
You don't cry out only because the shock of his sudden entry takes away your breath. You buck and lurch, trying to rise up, but your owner leans over you, holding you down with both arms. Then, without further ceremony, he begins pistoning himself into you, in quick, strong, relentless thrusts.
"Thought I forgot, didn't you, bitch!" he grunts into your ear, each syllable punctuated by a thrust. "Running away! Dropping boxes on me! Kneeing me in the stomach!"
You yelp and cry as your body tries to adjust to his girth, each thrust making you feel like you're about to be torn apart. Breathlessly, you try to plea with him, to apologize.
"THE FUCKING CINNAMON!" he roars, quickening his pace even more. "Think I forgot that, you STUPID CUNT?!"
Pinned in place as you are, lacking the will to resist, all you can do is endure – to suffer each hammerlike thrust that counterpoints the verbal abuse the Canis continues to hurl upon your head.
No, not endure, Cassandra cuts in. Oblige. He wants to punish you – show him you're being punished.
And so you do – you moan, and cry, and beg forgiveness. You let tears roll down your face and whimper in pain as he rams himself into you, calling you worthless cunt, bitch in heat, or dumb whore. And as your ass slowly gets used to the abuse, the pain you feel turns into something that can be mistaken for pleasure – a consequence of this body's tweaked sensitivity, coupled with your already aroused state.
[Arousal Gain: 10x2=20]
But it is not enough to bring you to orgasm – just to the very edge of it, to the infuriatingly hot, aching, muscle-straining point where your entire body cries out for release that refuses to come.
The animal inside you howls and tugs at its chain, sensing the approaching moment when its bindings slip loose. When you'll lose all control of yourself, overtaken by base, bestial lust.
Then, with a roar, Walt slams into you with a final thrust and you yelp as his knot pushes past your anal ring, swelling inside you even as his shaft explodes into your bowels with a torrent of seed. The Canis shudders as he orgasms, and collapses on top of you, panting heavily.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/29/15 (Thu) 22:45:21 c15628 No. 31671
>>31670
"Remember this, you dumb bitch," Walt mutters hoarsely a few minutes later, slowly pushing himself up. "Never again run from me. Never again resist me. Or next time it's going to be ten times worse for you. Got that?!" he punctuates the last sentence by yanking himself out of you with a loud pop.
Sobbing, you stammer out an incoherent reply meant to be another apology – another promise of better behavior. But most of your attention is devoted to simply holding on to what's left of your self-control.
Which threatens to disappear completely when you hear your owner say the next few wonderful, glorious words:
"I think she learned her lesson, lads. Your turn to have some fun. Have at her."
You remember the profuse, groveling thanks you offer the Canis. The way his seed and your own juices run down your legs when one of the men lifts you up with one arm, using the other to sweep the table clear, mugs and plates clattering loudly to the floor. The thud with which your back hits its surface as the man then grabs you by the ankles and spreads your unresisting legs.
But all that is utterly lost in the exultant, ecstatic howl that departs your lips the moment the man's thick, engorged shaft enters your pussy. It meets no resistance pushing past your lips – not with how slick and wet it made itself in anticipation of this.
You orgasm instantly, a sudden gush of ejaculate staining the man's cock and groin. He smiles stupidly in surprise – but then shrugs and leans forward, placing his hands down on either side of you, and begins thrusting.
A second orgasm wracks your body almost immediately, and you spasm, reflexively wrapping your legs around the man's waist. You throw your head back, crying out in unrestrained pleasure, begging him to go harder and faster.
Another figure looms over you – the second man approaches you from the other send, his pants already around his ankles, revealing his own generous shaft. You tilt your head back even further, eagerly accepting it into your mouth, and soon he too is grunting above you, each thrust causing a bulge to rise in your throat.
Focused on riding out one orgasm after another, you almost miss both of them cumming, filling your mouth and pussy with thick strands of their seed. After a brief rest, they switch positions and go at it again.
Events become a jumbled mess past that point. One moment you're picked up, turned around, and taken from behind, a hand keeping a firm grip on your tail. The next, you're bouncing up and down on one dick, while sucking and licking the other. At some point, you end up held in the air by two pairs of hands as two cocks – one in your pussy, the other in your ass – piston in and out of you tirelessly, as if trying to wear you down into an exhausted, quivering mess.
[Physique Roll: 40+15(attr)+20(mod)-6(Fatigue)=69 vs 60: Marginal Success: Halved extra Fatigue gain from exertion]
But Cassandra is no stranger to owners running marathon gangbangs on her. After the repeated orgasms push back the haze of lust – once the animal is sated and caged – you feel a measure of lucidity return to you, even as the men continue using your body for their pleasure.
So it is that at some point you become aware of just how hungrily Walt watches your continued abuse. Of how he offers comments or suggestions, even stepping in occasionally to get another blowjob or simply to stroke himself, shooting a pearly load across your face and hair. Always demanding, always demeaning you – always striving to show he's in control.
At one point he sits down on your stomach, dropping his cock between your breasts. But as he grips them to begin a titfuck, he pauses, noticing the wetness around your nipples.
"Fuck… did we knock her up already or something?" he laughs, with the two men joining in after a moment. He leans down and you gasp as he bites into the nipple painfully, sucking and licking at it for a long moment.
"You taste better than you look, bitch," he declares finally, smacking his lips. Then he proceeds with his original intent, squeezing and rubbing your breasts vigorously enough to cause more milk to flow out, staining his shaft even as he shoots another load into your face.
[Hour Rollover: +9 Fatigue. Lost Status Effect: Drugged]
Eventually, all three of them grow bored of you – or simply too tired to continue. At that point, they unceremoniously drag and dump you under the table, pull up their pants, and sit down, resuming their card game. With your exposed breasts uncomfortably pressed against the stone floor, surrounded by feet, cumstained, sore, exhausted, and with arms still bound and, at this point, completely numb, you nevertheless find yourself succumbing to your own exhaustion, slowly drifting off to sleep…
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/29/15 (Thu) 22:46:30 c15628 No. 31672
>>31671
Day 1
Time: 15:25 (nearing midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 25km
Arousal: 0/100
Fatigue: 75 /100
Status Effects: Fatigued (-15 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 13h), Naked
Not a few minutes later, you're roused by a pair of rough hands dragging you out from under the table. Undeterred, you turn your head away from the light, determined to get back to sleep.
A bucket of ice-cold water being dumped over you brings you to full wakefulness in an instant – you sit up with a cry of protest, surprise, and pain. Hands seize you again and then there is a feeling of pressure from your bonds as a knife saws through them – a moment later, your arms are free and you're rubbing them, trying to bring life into them, while looking around blearily-eyed.
The first goon is stepping away from you after having freed your hands. The second stands nearby, one empty bucket beside him, the other ready in his hands – you shrink away from him, arms raised in weak protest, frantically indicating you're awake, even as goosebumps begin forming on your wet skin and you shiver violently.
At the back of the room you see Walt – along with a fourth person. A man in a dark gray uniform edged with gold trim. Baron's man – you recognize the colors. The man's face – young, in his early twenties – also looks familiar for some reason. Currently, it is dark with anger, his brows pulled together in a deep frown.
"…understand the word 'immediately?'" his voice, as he addresses your owner is oddly calm and collected, completely at odds with the fury written across his face. "The baron does not care for your excuses, mongrel."
"But…" you realize Walt's afraid of the man. Enough to drop his tough gang boss act. Enough to hide his own anger behind a mask of servility. "It was nighttime when we captured her. The gates were closed. I thought that if I waited till morning…"
"The baron does not pay you to think," the man voice cuts across the Canis's excuses like a knife made of ice. "The baron pays you to do as he asks. If you can't do something so simple, the baron will easily find another lowlife to do his bidding."
"But…"
"Enough!" the man's voice rises an octave, losing some of its calm. "Go get the dress. No!" he shakes his head as Walt turns to one of his goons to pass on the order. "You. Personally. Now!"
You see the Canis begin puffing himself up, his hands balling into fists… but he suddenly deflates, turns around, and marches past you, leaving the room by a door at the other end.
"You too," the man waves his arm at the two goons. "Out. Leave the bucket."
A few moments later, you and the man are the only two left in the cellar. He gives you a long look, his eyebrows still knit together in a frown. You shiver again and look away, wrapping your arms around you reflexively.
"Get up," the man orders in a voice that brooks no disagreement. You scramble to your feet and stand before him, head cast down, arms instinctively moving to cover your nudity. "Clean yourself up," he points at the bucket.
The water is cold and your arms, still numb, refuse to listen to you, but you do the best job you can, cleaning your skin of cumstains and your own dried juices covering the insides of your legs. The man examines you critically for the entire time. Oddly, despite having an unrestrained view of your naked body, he does not seem to react to it – the only thing his eyes hold is cold disinterest – with a hint of contempt.
"In a moment, you will be brought a dress," the frown finally disappears from his face, but his tone remains curt. "You will put it on. Then you will go with me. Do you understand?"
You nod silently.
"Now: Are you smart, or are you stupid?"
You know this game – you've already played it once today.
"I won't run. Or scream," you say in a small voice. "I'll come quietly."
The man steps forward and you catch a whiff of the perfume he's wearing – a mixture of lavender and sandalwood. He reaches under your chin, tilting your head up until you're forced to look directly into his eyes – large, brown. And completely devoid of anything even resembling kindness.
"Convince me."
A) "You work for the baron – the guards will look the other way if I ask for help." [Cunning]
B) "I'm tired, weak, and don't know my way around town – I wouldn't know where to run if I tried." [Cunning]
C) "If I run, you will catch me and you will hurt me. I don't want to be hurt." [Cunning]
D) <anon choice>
Emiya 10/29/15 (Thu) 22:56:27 04014a No. 31673
>>31672
Now… A seems to be the best response.
B sounds like a weak and obvious lie. He will assume we lived on the streets, so we have places to hide.
C? The baron is going to hurt, torture and kill us anyway (or would, if we were just a random nobody). Seemingly everyone knows that, if I read Keera's explanation right.
So A it would be for me. It's true, and it may be a way to slip away from torture at least for a small while.
AlphaWanker 10/30/15 (Fri) 00:44:06 bc0c6c No. 31674
>>31672
Now for my take on this
A kinda sounds like a smart ass remark
B does sound kinda weak as a reason but if I read the situation correctly we do look like we where in a multi hour gangbang
C eh no real thoughts on that
so B for me
AlphaWanker 10/30/15 (Fri) 01:34:17 c38abf No. 31675
AlphaWanker 10/30/15 (Fri) 03:37:59 881e3d No. 31676
AlphaWanker 10/30/15 (Fri) 04:33:42 6a37cf No. 31677
Herpyderp 10/30/15 (Fri) 08:43:32 5760d1 No. 31680
AlphaWanker 10/30/15 (Fri) 10:31:05 429685 No. 31683
>>31672
I say B
A and C are statements about the baron and our captor respectively, while B is a statement about ourselves.
It's not our place to make any assumptions.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/31/15 (Sat) 07:33:17 c15628 No. 31705
>>31673
>>31676
>>31680
A
>>31674
>>31677
>>31683
B
>>31675
C
With 3 each for A and B, we're going to need a tiebreaker. I still have some work to finish today, so I'll wait until evening, and if we don't have a clear winner by then, I'll just ask for a roll.
AlphaWanker 10/31/15 (Sat) 17:48:04 3df47a No. 31707
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/31/15 (Sat) 18:24:51 c15628 No. 31708
>>31707
I'll take that. A wins. Now let's see if the words you've chosen can sway the man – give me that Cunning roll.
Solstice 10/31/15 (Sat) 19:51:03 0b9453 No. 31709
Rolled 12 (1d100)
>>31708
Cunning!
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/31/15 (Sat) 23:26:52 c15628 No. 31713
Being forced to look straight at him, you are once again struck by a sense that you know that face from somewhere.
But you instead focus your tired, increasingly sluggish mind on finding the right words to convince the man before you that you will not cause trouble for him.
"You work for the baron," you say slowly. "Even if I dared ask for help, I would be wasting my breath. The guards – and everyone else – they would just look the other way."
His cold eyes bore into you unwaveringly for a long moment.
[Cunning Roll: 12+15(attr)-15(Fatigue)=12 vs 40: Complete Failure]
"Sir."
You blink, not understanding.
"You will address me as sir," he says – and your heart sinks, as you realize your error. "Don't make that mistake again."
"I-I'm sorry, sir," you stammer out, casting your eyes down again. "I-"
"Be silent," he cuts you off. After a moment, he adds: "I'm not concerned with what you'd tell the guards. I'm concerned with the deaths of two men you were apparently involved in."
"I didn't kill th-"
You don't even see his hand move – the backhand strike sends you stumbling backwards, against the table.
"Do you know why I did that?"
Because we disobeyed him – your silent nod is as much a response to him, as it is an acknowledgement of Cassandra's chiding tone. It's also with her help that you recover quickly, standing up straight again – head bowed – quietly waiting for his next words.
"No, I don't consider you capable of having killed them," he resumes after a moment. "But you did not waste any opportunity to get away once they were dead. So their fate was ultimately to your advantage. How much actual blame you are to bear – that will be for the baron to decide."
At that moment a door behind you opens. You hear quick footsteps, and Walt moves past you, carrying a bundle of fabric in his arms. He approaches the man and extends it toward him – the latter takes it and unfolds it – revealing it to be long, blue dress. He inspects it critically for a few moments, checking for damage and shaking his head slightly at any wrinkle he finds.
You expect him to toss it at you and tell you to put it on, but instead he folds it up neatly and stuffs it under his arm.
"Now get me something else that will fit her," he orders Walt.
"Wha – what for? You already got the dress."
You don't see his hand move this time either – you only hear the sound of a fist striking flesh and Walt is suddenly on the ground, writhing, the man's boot planted firmly on his windpipe.
"I also have a girl who smells like a sewer and looks like she's about to keel over from starvation," despite the man's voice remaining perfectly calm, you can clearly see a pulsing vein bulging on his right temple.
"Hhhhh…." the Canis gurgles.
"Her hair is tangled, she has rope marks all over her arms, and her ribs are covered in bruises," the man continues. You realize he's talking about the injuries you received during the tussle in the warehouse several hours ago.– you've completely forgotten about them by now. "The agreement says: Fed, washed and dressed. That's how I'm supposed to pick them up."
"Khhhh,,,!"
"Now: A shirt, a cloak – nothing special – just something to cover her up for the trip to the keep. And if I hear another word of dissent," the man presses down his foot harder, drawing a panicked hiss from your owner, "I will find someone more competent to handle our business with this gang. I hope I made myself clear."
With that, the man lifts his foot – and the Canis bolts out of the room, running practically on all fours, his tail tucked firmly between his legs.
He's back not a minute later, tossing a large bundle of assorted clothing straight into your arms.
"Cover yourself up," the man addresses you, sparing Walt no more attention.
Shirt, pants, tunic, cloak – placing the pile on the table, you sort through it, picking out individual items of clothing. You find a pair of shoes that look like they'll fit and put them on last, deciding to ignore the hole in the left one's sole.
"Hold out your arms," when you're done, he approaches you, unhooking a length of rope from his belt.
He ties your wrists in front of you quickly and efficiently. Something you could get out of given some time, Cassandra estimates. But not without making it obvious to anyone watching.
"Outside," he pushes you toward the exit from the cellar. "Then left."
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 10/31/15 (Sat) 23:27:54 c15628 No. 31714
>>31713
Day 1
Time: 15:45 (nearing midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 27km
Arousal: 0/100
Fatigue: 75 /100
Status Effects: Bound (wrists, doubled Arousal gain, indefinite), Fatigued (-15 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 13h)
Once out of the cellar, you obediently turn left and walk down to the end of the alley, where it joins the street. Waiting there, tied to one of the lampposts, is a large, roan horse wearing a black saddle.
"Turn this way," the man following you says.
In his hand he holds another length of rope. He ties one end around the bindings on your wrists – the other, he forms into a loop, tossing it over the saddle's pommel.
Without another word, he mounts up and kicks the horse's flanks with his heels. The animal snorts quietly and begins to walk. The rope goes taunt – and you're forced to follow.
If there were few people out in the streets before, now the town seems almost deserted. And the one or two people that do pass you, take a single glance at the rider's uniform and turn their heads quickly, picking up their pace.
After what feels like ten minutes of following the rider at a fairly sedate pace, you turn at an intersection and the horse stops. Looking up, you see that the town gates are within sight.
"Yes – no one will care if you scream for help," the man says quietly, giving you a disinterested glance. "But if you lied to me, I will gag you, put a sack over your head, and have you run after my horse all the way to the keep."
He then spurs his horse forward again,
At the gate, you are met by a tired-looking guard.
"Open the gate," the man tells him simply.
The guard glances at you – then looks away quickly.
"At once, Sir Conri," he salutes.
The gate you follow the horse through moments later is not the same one through which you originally entered Dansk – this one does not lead you out onto a bridge, instead being the starting point of a packed dirt road that disappears into darkness after a mere handful of steps.
Seemingly unfazed by the dark, the man continues onward and you follow, guided only by the dark silhouette of the rider ahead and the occasional tug of the rope when you fall too far behind. The night is cold, and despite your layers of clothing, you soon begin shivering. The dark, starless skies overhead indicate cloud cover and there is a heavy cast to the air that promises rain – if not within the hour, then by morning for certain.
Minutes pass in silence filled only by the steady clopping of the horse's hooves as it travels along the tract. With nothing else to focus on, you slowly become lost in their hypnotic rhythm, with your tired mind drifting further and further away, to the point where it takes you a moment to register when the horse comes to a stop – to the degree that it takes you almost walking into the beast before you snap back to reality.
"This is taking too much time," the man – Sir Conri – says, irritated. "Get up here."
He practically pulls you up into the saddle with him, wedging you into the narrow space between his body and the pommel.
And your eyes go wide as you realize where you know him from – or rather, someone who shares his appearance. He is the spitting image of Sir Caleb – the knight who helped you enter Dansk this morning. A younger, less battered Caleb, with none of the weariness – and also none of the warmth.
While you contend with this realization, Conri shouts at his horse, spurring it into a trot, which then turns into a canter. You wobble in the saddle, thrown off balance by the sudden change in pace, and you feel an arm close around your waist, steadying you.
The horse continues along the road, somehow managing to unerringly find its way in near-complete darkness.
An idea comes to you – and Cassandra immediately rejects it. But the idea persists – should you say something? Should you risk asking a question, perhaps? It wouldn't be unreasonable for someone in your position to display some natural curiosity – would it?
Another thought strikes you – a rather wild one. Your leash. It's slipped again – or is very close to doing so. There's no reason (or inclination) to consider Walt your owner anymore, but, for whatever reason, the leash has not chosen to flip over to Sir Conri yet. If Olgiderthanus is right in saying that this is an aspect of your power – shouldn't you have some degree of control over it?
Should you try to deliberately make Sir Conri your new owner?
A) Mention you may know a relative of his
B) Ask what's going to happen to you
C) You were told to stay silent and the order wasn't rescinded – so stay silent
D) Try and deliberately make Sir Conri your owner [???]
E) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 10/31/15 (Sat) 23:43:19 a7a946 No. 31715
Herpyderp 10/31/15 (Sat) 23:46:41 5760d1 No. 31716
AlphaWanker 11/01/15 (Sun) 00:31:01 c477ae No. 31719
AlphaWanker 11/01/15 (Sun) 01:24:04 c38abf No. 31720
Emiya 11/01/15 (Sun) 06:38:12 faec5d No. 31724
>>31714
C
I don't think the guy has any interest in owning us himself… And we should trust Cassandra on this one, I guess.
AlphaWanker 11/01/15 (Sun) 07:27:15 bc0c6c No. 31725
AlphaWanker 11/01/15 (Sun) 21:20:48 881e3d No. 31731
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/02/15 (Mon) 07:23:06 c15628 No. 31736
>>31715
>>31716
>>31720
>>31724
>>31725
>>31731
C
>>31719
D
Passive and obedient it is. But while we're at it, give me a Perception check.
AlphaWanker 11/02/15 (Mon) 08:34:52 c0117a No. 31737
Rolled 63 (1d100)
>>31736
perception
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/03/15 (Tue) 00:55:08 c15628 No. 31743
No – you eventually decide. Say nothing and do nothing – don't give your captor cause to punish you or delay this journey in any way. It's been a long day that promises to go on even longer, and you're at enough disadvantage as it is.
Which means that you simply lean slightly deeper into Sir Conri's hold, enveloped by the scent of lavender and sandalwood surrounding him, and your movements slowly fall into the rhythm of the horse's footsteps.
Minutes pass. You reach an intersection and the horse turns right on it. Another kilometer – or maybe two? – and you see lights up ahead. As you draw nearer, those resolve themselves into torches lit atop a crenellated wall, and soon the mount's hoof beats turn hollow as it rides across a drawbridge and through a deep, stone gate. As it exits into a courtyard on the other side, you hear an iron grate slide down from above, falling across the way you've just came through.
You have arrived at the baron's keep.
The courtyard, dimly lit by torchlight, is rather spacious – it could easily fit a hundred men, if not more. On three sides, it's surrounded by various outbuildings – you only manage to identify a stable and what might be a servant's quarters, before the horse comes to a stop. Not in front of the keep itself, which takes up the fourth side of the courtyard, but near a gap between buildings, with a path leading further, toward the squat, circular shape of a tower.
"Off," Sir Conri commands, and you slip off the horse, with the knight following you right afterward, unhooking the rope still attached to your wrists from the saddle's pommel. A stablehand runs up and takes the horse by the bridle, leading it away.
[Perception Roll: 68+25(attr)-15(Fatigue)=78 vs 60: Solid Success]
But your attention is caught by movement high up, at the edge of your vision. Glancing upward, you think – no, you definitely see a figure appear in one of the keep's windows. It remains there only for a moment, withdrawing from view immediately once it realizes it's been noticed, but before that happens, you're able to tell it was most likely a human, very pale looking – and almost certainly feminine.
A moment later you feel a tug on the rope – Sir Conri steps onto the path toward the tower, pulling you along behind him.
You both enter the tower through an old, but sturdy, iron-reinforced door. Past it, there is a short, curved hallway lit by a couple torches. At one end, there is a stairway leading up – at the other, one leading down. Taking one of the torches from its holder, the knight leads you toward the latter – and down a long flight of stairs that takes you well below ground level. The stairs end with a heavy, barred, door, with a padlock keeping the bar in place. This, he unlocks with a key hanging on a hook beside it, removes the bar, and opens the door, leading you into the chamber beyond – which holds a bench, a dusty cupboard, and a large, wooden tub stood upright under one of the walls. There are also two more doors, aside from the one you've entered through – one that looks like it only opens from the other side, and another similarly barred and padlocked as the one you just came through.
However, the key for this lock does not hang on the wall – Sir Conri instead retrieves it from a pocket somewhere inside the folds of his cloak. After unlocking this door as well, he pulls you inside.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/03/15 (Tue) 00:55:51 c15628 No. 31744
>>31743
Day 1
Time: 00:02 (past midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 30km
Arousal: 3/100
Fatigue: 81 /100
Status Effects: Fatigued (-21 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 12h)
Cassandra does not like this room.
If it were not for the lack of windows, it could easily be mistaken for a lavish guestroom – or even for a nobleman's bedroom. A good chunk of floor space is occupied by a large, four-poster bed draped in furs and colorful blankets. The stone floor is laid with thick, fanciful rugs. All four walls are paneled with wood and hung with tapestries that, while decorative, also serve the function of making the room warmer – and muffling any sounds made inside.
There are a few cupboards and dressers lining the walls as well, all made of dark, tastefully lacquered wood. All, you note, equipped with large, sturdy locks. There is also a small, round table in one of the corners, with a large, upholstered, and well-worn armchair standing beside it. On the opposite end of the room, there is a worn blanket on the floor – seemingly bedding for a dog or some other similar beast. All in all, the room's furnishings seem intended to give off a pleasant, lived-in atmosphere.
But Cassandra does not like this room. Whether because of its final feature – a rough-hewn wooden pillar set in the middle of the floor, with a pair of iron manacles hanging from a cotter-pin driven through it near the ceiling.
Or because of the faint, yet persistent stench of old blood permeating the air.
"Hands," Sir Conri says, drawing your attention away from the armchair, which you just noticed stands facing the wooden pillar. He has placed the torch he was carrying into a holder on one of the walls and now, as you extend your arms toward him, he undoes your bindings, folding the ropes back into neat, tight bundles. "The baron has likely retired for the night," he tells you, his voice quiet and lacking some of the hardness you've learned to associate with it. "Do not expect him until morning."
With that, he turns, takes the torch, and leaves, closing the door and plunging the room into complete darkness. A moment later, you hear the thud of the bar being dropped down across it, and the muffled clatter of the padlock being set in place.
[Hour Rollover: +3 Arousal, +6 Fatigue]
Sleep is the first thing on your tired mind – followed closely by Cassandra's growing, pervasive anxiety. The room is too fancy. Where do you sleep – the bed? Slaves are not given beds this comfortable. It feels like a trap – touch what's forbidden and invite punishment – despite the darkness enveloping you, you inadvertently glance toward where you know the pillar to be. The dog's bedding then? It would make more sense – but what if that's what you're meant to think? What if it's another – more insidious trap?
You are saved from indecision (and Cassandra's mounting paranoia) by sudden noise. A voice – no, two voices – just outside the door, raised in something resembling an argument. Your heart is suddenly racing – is this the baron coming, after all? You haven't moved from where the knight left you – should you do something? Be somewhere? Sit? Lie down? Try to hide?
Or maybe, feel your way toward the door and try to listen in on the conversation still taking place on the other side?
A) Remain where you are
B) Get to the bed, sit down
C) Feel your way to the dog bed, sit down there
D) Get to the door, try to make out what's being said
E) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 11/03/15 (Tue) 01:20:51 a7a946 No. 31745
AlphaWanker 11/03/15 (Tue) 01:33:15 c38abf No. 31746
AlphaWanker 11/03/15 (Tue) 04:33:22 5468c1 No. 31747
A
Considering how the Baron's handlers have been treating us so far, we should probably just take the floor. I feel like the dog bed is risky as well. Best to play it safe if we want to be treated gently by our master.
AlphaWanker 11/03/15 (Tue) 04:56:44 097c90 No. 31748
Herpyderp 11/03/15 (Tue) 06:02:49 5760d1 No. 31749
Emiya 11/03/15 (Tue) 06:44:55 ebc998 No. 31750
>>31744
I am thinking this is a double trap. If we choose the bed, we took something still "above our station". If we remain standing, we think we are too good to sleep in a dog bed.
Curling up on the floor should be what we do, I guess, maybe next to the dog bed.
So E
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/03/15 (Tue) 21:30:55 c15628 No. 31756
>>31747
>>31749
A
>>31745
C
>>31746
>>31748
D
>>31750
E
Looks like I'm going to need a tiebreaker again. Failing that, I'll roll and put out the update tomorrow morning.
AlphaWanker 11/04/15 (Wed) 00:05:15 026113 No. 31760
AlphaWanker 11/04/15 (Wed) 04:48:43 1b2dac No. 31763
AlphaWanker 11/04/15 (Wed) 05:38:53 bc0c6c No. 31765
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/04/15 (Wed) 08:46:03 c15628 No. 31766
>>31760
>>31765
This puts D in the lead. I'll take that. On what's only a semi-related note, give me another Perception roll.
AlphaWanker 11/04/15 (Wed) 16:47:36 3df47a No. 31773
Rolled 67 (1d100)
Perception
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/07/15 (Sat) 01:36:44 c15628 No. 31789
You almost end up staying where you are, too paralyzed with indecision to do anything. Everything could be a trap. Everything could invite punishment. The only correct thing to do – the safe thing to do – seems to be remaining in place. Standing in the middle of a pitch black room, naively hoping nothing bad will happen.
But this is what Cassandra thinks. And while the two of you may share a body and, to a degree, your thoughts as well, it does not mean she is the one making decisions. She will have her own perspective, her own opinion, and her own memories to help contextualize events. But, ultimately, she is only an advisor – you are the one in charge.
Which is why, moving slowly to avoid making noise – but also to avoid bumping into something in the dark – you walk in the direction of the door. And once the fingertips of your extended hand brush against the rough wood, you press your ear against the surface, trying to make out the words coming from the other side:
"…completely unfit to appear in your presence, my Lord," you recognize Sir Conri's voice. "Dirty, unkempt, improperly dressed…"
"And whose fault is that?" an unfamiliar voice demands. Most certainly male, but high-pitched, and with a strange drawl to it, putting stress on the first syllable of every word. " I'd think that, after all this time, your duties would be clear to you."
"I recognize my failure – and accept whatever punishment pleases you, my Lord. Nevertheless, as it is, the verisimilitude of the scene will be compromised. If you would decide to wait until morning after all…"
Why does the knight sound like he really wants his lord to wait, Cassandra wonders.
"No," the weight of that single word silences any further objections. "Prepare the girl."
"Yes, my Lord," Sir Conri sounds… defeated?
A moment later you hear the clatter of the key in the padlock. By the time the bar is lifted and the door opens, you're back roughly to where you originally were, turning away and shielding your face from the light that floods into the room.
Sir Conri enters, lit oil lamp in one hand and a bundle of cloth in the other. In the chamber beyond the doorway, you catch sight of another figure – a silhouette against torchlight shining from somewhere behind it, but the door closes before you can make out any details.
"Put this on," the knight tosses the bundle at you. His voice is once again cold and commanding and his face shows no trace of emotion.
Unfolding the fabric, you recognize the dress he was given by Walt in the brothel's cellar. The garment is dark – almost indigo, and made of fine satin, with an intricate picture – a forest scene of some sort – stitched into the skirt. Yet, the overall design is fairly modest – long sleeves and a simple bodice with a nearly nonexistent neckline mark the dress as intended for everyday use – though the expensive material and high quality seam work tell Cassandra this would not be a garment belonging to a mere servant – or slave.
Along with the dress come white silk panties and a thin brassiere, white stockings, and a pair of indigo slippers – simple and flat, with no heel. Removing your current clothes, you dress yourself in the garments given to you, mindful not to accidentally damage anything, keenly aware of Sir Conri's gaze on you – after giving you the dress, the knight placed the lamp on the table and moved to one of the cupboards, unlocking it and retrieving two more lamps from inside, which he then lit and set up around the room, illuminating it further. Now, he watches you intently – you take it as a signal to hurry up.
The dress, you discover, is slightly too large for you – whoever it was intended for definitely had a fuller, less waifish body. Nevertheless, you eventually pat down the skirt and then stand still, awaiting further instructions. Sir Conri approaches and examines you carefully. He walks around you, straightening a wrinkle here, brushing off some speck of dust there, or plucking a stray thread off one of the sleeves. He too notices that the dress is an ill fit and grimaces, muttering something to himself. Finally, he reaches into a pocket and brings something out – an oval silver pendant, inset with a sapphire, which he places around your neck.
Without another word, he turns and leaves through the door, once again leaving you alone. However, the room remains lit by the three lamps, and though he closes the door, you do not hear it being locked.
Uncertain what to do – but convinced that this is not the end of it – you remain in place. And, after a couple minutes pass, you're proven correct – the door opens again.
And inside steps a man. Tall, slender, pale, muscular. And completely naked – save for a mask of a gray, snarling wolf covering his head.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/07/15 (Sat) 01:37:28 c15628 No. 31790
>>31789
Day 1
Time: 00:09 (past midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 30km
Arousal: 0/100
Fatigue: 81 /100
Status Effects: Fatigued (-21 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 12h)
Before you can decide how to react, the masked man approaches you in a few quick strides and, seizing you by the shoulders, shoves you toward the bed. You stumble and fall, the force of his push enough to send you sprawling onto the covers, but he is already on top of you, one hand pressing your face into the sheets, while the other roams over your body, tugging and pulling at your dress, hastily trying to rip it off.
Pinned down as you are, you don't resist him, of course. And, paradoxically, it's this lack of opposition that seems to give your assailant pause. His motions, meeting no response in the form of screams or struggles to get free, suddenly seem uncertain and awkward, lacking aggression – and, seemingly, purpose.
You finally hear him issue an irritated grunt and the hold on your neck disappears. A moment later, you're flipped around onto your back, and the man leaps on top of you, straddling your hips. He brings the mask's face close to yours and a gives a guttural, somewhat muffled growl – perhaps hoping to frighten you into action.
[Perception Roll: 67+25(attr)-21(Fatigue)=71 vs 50: Solid Success]
But what's of more concern to you is the familiar scent that invades your nose as he leans close.
Lavender and sandalwood.
However, you are only starting to process this realization when you're interrupted by laughter. The wolf-man – Sir Conri, according to your nose – turns his head in the direction of the noise and you follow suit.
The laughter – more akin to rickety giggling – is coming from the armchair in the corner of the room, which is now occupied by a man in gray-gold finery. He has graying hair and a scraggly, anemic beard that does nothing to hide the sallow, sagging skin of his face – you judge him to be in his fifties, at least. His laughter, already resembling rachitic wheezing, eventually turns into actual coughing – and he reaches for a silver chalice standing on the table beside him, taking a deep swig from it.
"She's not going to fight you, this one," he says when he can breathe normally again, addressing Sir Conri. You recognize the voice immediately – it's the same one as you heard outside the door just a few minutes ago. "But she's not afraid of you either. Hmm…."
The man gives you a penetrating look – and Cassandra automatically averts your eyes, to avoid giving offense.
"It's obvious then, isn't it?" the man giggles again. "The lascivious whore can't wait to feel your dick in her hungry cunt. Isn't that right, you two-faced tramp?" he addresses you directly. "You'd be all over him the moment he asked – wouldn't you?"
There is a demand in his voice. Irritation and impatience. Anger. As well as something else – a hint of… uncertainty?
Either way, from the way he intently stares at you, it is clear that he expects an answer of some sort. Sir Conri, still sat astride you, also turns his mask's dead gaze on you, waiting.
But you're not certain what answer to give – what answer he's expecting.
And neither is Cassandra.
A) Agree and begin undressing
B) Agree and begin stroking Conri's cock
C) Disagree and remain passive
D) <anon choice>
AlphaWanker 11/07/15 (Sat) 01:58:26 c38abf No. 31791
>>31790
C) Disagree and remain passive
they want resistance and are spooked
AlphaWanker 11/07/15 (Sat) 02:05:14 b920a9 No. 31792
>>31790
>D) <anon choice>
Agree but wait for further instructions.
AlphaWanker 11/07/15 (Sat) 05:47:23 881e3d No. 31795
>>31790
C
let him eat static
AlphaWanker 11/07/15 (Sat) 06:09:17 d642d9 No. 31797
>>31790
Neither agree or disagree, ask him if that is what he'd like her to say.
Nothing gets under ones skin more when expecting an answer to find a question in response after all.
AlphaWanker 11/07/15 (Sat) 08:31:10 000000 No. 31798
agree but remain passive
he asked us a question and didnt demand us to do anything
Herpyderp 11/07/15 (Sat) 09:02:11 5760d1 No. 31801
Emiya 11/07/15 (Sat) 11:18:31 98abcd No. 31802
>>31790
C, remaining very quiet and subdued.
Try to say it in a way that may seem like we are trying to deny it despite wanting it. I think that is what he would like to see.
AlphaWanker 11/07/15 (Sat) 12:01:48 260e17 No. 31803
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/08/15 (Sun) 23:27:39 c15628 No. 31805
>>31791
>>31795
>>31801
>>31802
C
>>31797
D (ask a question instead)
>>31792
>>31803
D (agree but do nothing)
C wins.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/14/15 (Sat) 22:12:16 c15628 No. 31858
He's spooked, you realize – Sir Conri. He's likely done the same thing to one hybrid after another, tearing and snarling at them, and then raping them as they cry, scream, fight…. Like the wolf whose visage he's wearing, he wants his prey panicked and broken. Your passivity – to him – seems like the prey turning around and standing its ground.
Reasonable – but far from certain, Cassandra interjects. If we could just see his face – his expression. Or if we attempted to make him our owner during the ride here – that would have made reading him so much easier.
Still – this is the best guess you have. So you silently shake your head in response to the other man's question – and then make your eyes large and vulnerable as you look directly at Sir Conri
As Cassandra accurately pointed out, the mask prevents you from seeing his exact reaction. But the way his body stiffens noticeably tells you that you may not be far off the mark. Yet, the other man's reaction proves even more interesting: He leaps up from the chair, fury written across his face.
"Liar!" he screams, pointing an accusing finger at you. "Don't lie, you duplicitous whore! You wanted him the moment you laid eyes on him! Admit it!"
Once again, you simply shake your head.
"Liar!" the man is suddenly right beside the bed, one hand grasping the front of your dress, almost lifting you off the mattress, while the other reaches to his belt – and bringing out a short, wicked-looking dagger.
A frightened gasp escapes your lips, your poise cracking slightly as you begin to struggle, but, paying it no attention, the man slips the blade under the neckline of the dress and, in a single motion, slices downward, the sharp blade easily cutting through the delicate fabric.
He lets go and you fall back onto the bed, your exposed chest rising and falling rapidly as you fight to suppress the shaking that threatens to overtake your whole body. Then the blade touches you again, as the man cuts through the front strap of your brassiere, freeing your breasts from their confines. And then you feel the kiss of cold metal a third time – but this time it's not the knife, but the silver pendant, which falls squarely between your mounds.
The man steps back, giving you a hateful look.
"See how her wanton need makes her pant and moan?" he says, disgust mixing with anger on his face. "Her face may lie, but her body cannot. Well?" his voice turns demanding. "What are you waiting for then? Give her what she wants."
With that, the man sits back down in the armchair with a loud grunt, his hand automatically reaching for the chalice, from which he takes a deep swig. But your attention is drawn to Sir Conri – to his hands, which stiffly grasp the two halves of the ruined bodice and pull, causing the dress to tear further, exposing your stomach – and then the white silk of the panties around your hips.
There, he has to stop and actually get off you in order to remove your dress, which is followed by the panties, fully exposing you to him. You let him do it, still offering no resistance, but keeping your eyes wide and glued to his mask.
He then raises your legs and spreads them, kneeling down between them, lining up his half-erect cock with your pussy, preparing to enter you – and you maintain your vulnerable, yet passive gaze.
Sir Conri stops – and stays still for long enough for the other man to give an impatient grunt. Then, suddenly, he flips you over onto your stomach and you feel one hand close around the base of your tail, pulling your ass up into the air, while the other grasps the back of your neck, pressing your face into the mattress – and preventing you from turning your head.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/14/15 (Sat) 22:13:19 c15628 No. 31859
>>31858
Day 1
Time: 00:17 (past midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 30km
Arousal: 50 /100
Fatigue: 81 /100
Status Effects: Aroused (-20 to all rolls), Fatigued (-21 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 12h)
Your body is made for sex – to enjoy it in all its forms. Thus, there is no stopping the plaintive gasp of pleasure as Sir Conri enters you, his considerable girth stretching out your passage. And there is no denying the dull heat that act awakens in your stomach, which grows hotter and more urgent with each thrust as he then begins pumping in and out of you.
But, even as your passive demeanor begins to crack, with your breaths turning into moans and as your hands clawing and grasping at the sheets, you realize that, for all the pleasure that your body feels, the man responsible for it is experiencing very little of his own. His movements are rigid and stiff – almost mechanical. His grunts – half-hearted and perfunctory.
Nevertheless, despite your partner's lack of enthusiasm, your body still reacts to him – the slapping noise his hips make against your ass, the way each thrust pushes you into the bed, pinning you under his muscular bulk – and you find himself edging steadily closer to orgasm. Almost without conscious input from your mind, you spread yourself wider and begin pushing and bucking against his movements, until he hilts himself inside you with each thrust, the tip of his penis practically kissing against your cervix.
[Arousal Gain: +50 Arousal Threshold Crossed ]
Seemingly despite himself, Sir Conri picks up the pace, both his hands now firmly grasping your hips as he hammers himself into you, his every grunt slightly more hoarse and more high-pitched. You can tell he's close to orgasm himself – and a sober thought breaks through the haze of lust surrounding you: Should you allow yourself to orgasm before him – or at all? Or should you hold on to the passive approach – or what's left of it – and keep yourself unfulfilled?
A) Orgasm alongside Sir Conri
B) Make him cum before you do yourself
AlphaWanker 11/14/15 (Sat) 22:27:55 6afe06 No. 31860
Herpyderp 11/14/15 (Sat) 22:37:25 5760d1 No. 31861
Emiya 11/14/15 (Sat) 23:50:38 877595 No. 31862
>>31859
B
Lets give them a show. Give them what they want. Not by cumming, but by becoming a whimpering mess begging for more.
AlphaWanker 11/15/15 (Sun) 00:26:24 c0117a No. 31863
>>31859
B
Eyes on the prize. Make him spurt and just hold him.
If he's our target, present breasts.
AlphaWanker 11/15/15 (Sun) 02:09:23 c38abf No. 31865
>>31859
B) Make him cum before you do yourself
AlphaWanker 11/15/15 (Sun) 03:18:03 afebf7 No. 31866
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/16/15 (Mon) 00:29:25 c15628 No. 31867
>>31860
>>31861
>>31862
>>31863
>>31865
>>31866
We have a consensus. Someone give me a Cunning roll for reasons that will quickly become apparent.
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 01:37:44 c0117a No. 31868
Rolled 41 (1d100)
>>31867
okay boss
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/16/15 (Mon) 02:00:07 c15628 No. 31869
Time: 00:19 (past midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 30km
Arousal: 50 /100
Fatigue: 81 /100
Status Effects: Aroused (-20 to all rolls), Fatigued (-21 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 12h)
Coaxing the man on top of you to orgasm is easy enough – as he thrusts into you, you simply squeeze your vagina around him, hard as you can. He issues a half-groan, half-grunt and, seconds later, his entire body shudders, as, with one final thrust, he shoots his load inside you – and then again and once more, a shiver running through him with every spurt.
Breathing heavily, Sir Conri leans down on you, pressing you further into the mattress – but then, you feel him push himself upward, pulling away with you, his member sliding out with a wet sound. You whimper and try to scramble after him, but he pushes you away roughly, lowers his feet to the ground, stands up and simply walks away, leaving you sprawled in the middle of the sheets, sweaty, panting – and very much unfulfilled.
Mind torn between biting disappointment, raging lust, and mounting exhaustion it takes you a long moment to register the shadow that falls across your face. But finally, you turn your head and open one eye – to see the man from the armchair once again standing right over you, his thin eyebrows knitted in a frown.
"And did you enjoy yourself?" he asks in a cross-sounding voice.
A distant alarm siren goes off in your head – you don't even need to Cassandra to tell you that you're about to walk into another trap.
[Cunning Roll: 41+15(attr)-20(Arousal)-21(Fatigue)=15 vs 75: Abysmal Failure]
But your tired mind simply refuses to focus – to provide you with anything resembling a guess at what the "correct" answer is. You will have to simply say something – and hope that it's the right thing.
A) Say you did
B) Say you didn't
C) anon choice unavailable due to degree of failure – you are too addled to string together anything more nuanced
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 02:19:32 c38abf No. 31870
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 03:30:08 c0117a No. 31871
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 07:46:25 fc59ae No. 31872
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 09:23:45 a7a946 No. 31873
Herpyderp 11/16/15 (Mon) 11:53:15 17eb31 No. 31874
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 16:16:16 9c5888 No. 31879
Emiya 11/16/15 (Mon) 18:38:19 5ee71f No. 31890
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 18:48:46 a48dc1 No. 31892
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 19:40:08 6afe06 No. 31894
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/16/15 (Mon) 20:25:49 c15628 No. 31896
>>31872
>>31873
>>31874
>>31890
>>31894
A
>>31870
>>31871
>>31879
>>31892
B
I'm going to say that A wins by a narrow margin before someone votes B and we need a tiebreaker again.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/16/15 (Mon) 20:51:20 c15628 No. 31899
>>31896
And while we're at it, give me another Cunning roll.
Herpyderp 11/16/15 (Mon) 20:58:18 5760d1 No. 31900
Rolled 25 (1d100)
>>31899
Cunning
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/16/15 (Mon) 22:37:56 c15628 No. 31902
Time: 00:20 (past midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 30km
Arousal: 50 /100
Fatigue: 81 /100
Status Effects: Aroused (-20 to all rolls), Fatigued (-21 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 12h)
Your mouth opens, but no words emerge. You are torn with indecision – what is the right answer? The situation you're in – you still don't know what's going on And neither does Cassandra. Why put you in the dress only to destroy it minutes later? Why have Sir Conri wear the mask? Why have him fuck you? Voyeurs are nothing new to Cassandra, but the man – the Baron, by all appearances – does not read like one to her. He certainly didn't seem to enjoy the show he himself ordered.
These are all very good questions. Which your brain is too muddled to even consider. Furthermore, the Baron looms over you impatiently, his frown deepening with every second that his own question goes unanswered.
"Yes," you whisper, making your choice. "I… I enjoyed it."
"Did you now?" the man's eyebrows ride up and a corner of his mouth quirks up in something resembling bemusement. "Refreshing honesty – unless you're lying to me. Are you?"
"No, I wouldn't…" you shake your head vigorously. "I really did en-"
The rest of the sentence turns into a cry of fear and surprise as the man's hands close around your shoulders, claw-like fingers digging deep into the flesh. His face, twisted into a visage of rage and hatred hovers just inches above yours.
"Why?!" he screams, breathing the heavy stench of wine over you. "Why did you enjoy him?! Why did you give yourself to him?! Was it because he's younger? More virile? Did he seduce you? Or was it because your kind are all duplicitous, treasonous, rutting whores!?"
With that, the man begins shaking you violently, screaming "Answer me!" time and again, as you desperately try to muster a response.
[Cunning Roll: 25+15(attr)-20(Arousal)-21(Fatigue)=-1 vs 60: Abysmal Failure]
But, in the face of his incessant demands, exhausted, overwhelmed with dread at potentially providing the wrong answer and – obscenely – with some part of you wishing that he finish what Sir Conri started – you find all coherent thought fleeing your mind.
A) Cry for help
B) Beg for mercy
C) Say you don't know what he wants
D) Try and struggle free [Physique]
E) Try and kiss him
AlphaWanker 11/16/15 (Mon) 22:49:58 6afe06 No. 31903
Emiya 11/16/15 (Mon) 22:53:00 5ee71f No. 31904
AlphaWanker 11/17/15 (Tue) 09:26:31 c0117a No. 31906
Herpyderp 11/17/15 (Tue) 13:49:30 5760d1 No. 31907
AlphaWanker 11/17/15 (Tue) 18:35:08 000000 No. 31921
he just wants to be loved, lets give him a kiss E
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/17/15 (Tue) 22:25:12 c15628 No. 31927
>>31906
C
>>31903
>>31904
>>31907
>>31921
E
Clearly, love is the only right answer.
On that happy note, give me a Physique roll anyway. I need it for reasons.
AlphaWanker 11/17/15 (Tue) 22:38:08 b920a9 No. 31928
Rolled 80 (1d100)
>>31927
Physique roll
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 00:08:53 afebf7 No. 31929
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/18/15 (Wed) 02:35:39 c15628 No. 31930
Call it desperation. Call it hope. Call it the vagaries of a lust-addled brain. But the best idea you can think of – the only idea you can think of – is to crane your neck upward and plant a kiss on the Baron's lips.
The reaction is immediate – the man freezes. His fingers still digging into your shoulders, but he stops shaking and haranguing you, surprise written plainly across his face. His expression seems to soften and his eyes become clearer. For a brief moment, it seems like it worked. And then…
"Pernicious harlot!" the Baron explodes, his visage once again twisting into a maddened snarl. Only if his fury had been burning before, it has now become incandescent. "You dare ask forgiveness?!"
Any apologies or pleas that tumble from your lips are lost in the man's enraged roar as, seizing you by your hair, he bodily drags you off the bed, throwing you to the floor. Landing heavily on your outstretched forearms, your first instinct is to scramble away, but Cassandra knows what's coming next, which is why when the Baron's boot slams into your stomach, you roll with the blow, the impact lessened at the cost of allowing it to hurl you against a wall.
You curl up into a tight ball, preemptively shielding yourself from further assault. Which, you realize after a long moment, fail to materialize.
Risking a quick peek, you see the Baron still standing by the bed, shooting you a look of pure venom and shaking with such fury, and with his face so dark, that he seems on brink of apoplexy.
"There is no forgiveness," he hisses out in a murderous whisper. "Not for you. Not without punishment. You know what to do," the latter, he addresses to Sir Conri, who had assumed a position under another wall, standing at attention, arms behind his back. Hearing those words, the masked knight approaches you quickly. You curl up protectively again, but he too foregoes striking you, in favor of using one arm to grab your hair, much like the baron had, and jamming the other under your armpit – and then, in a single movement, lifting you to your feet.
You then find yourself unceremoniously marched across the room, your destination the rough-hewn wooden pillar in its center. And despite the stab of fear in your chest – whether yours or Cassandra's – the vice-like grip the man now has on your neck and arm firmly discourages any attempts to escape.
Sir Conri's grip proves similarly unyielding as he forces first one and then your other arm upward, closing the manacles around your wrists. And once that's done, he withdraws, and all you can do is half-stand, half-hang helplessly, the chains' length forcing you onto your toes, with your face and chest pressing against the rough wood.
You twist your neck around awkwardly, only to see the Baron hand Sir Conri a small, silver key, after with the former once more takes his place in the armchair, while the knight opens one of the cupboards – and there's no stopping the whimper escaping your lips at the sight of the thick, black bullwhip he retrieves from within.
No… panic flares up in your chest. It can't be. It's fucking impossible. But they said…. There wasn't supposed to be any extreme content. He's not going to…. Surely he's not…. Is he?
Any remaining spark of hope flutters and dies as the whip unfurls, its end hitting the floor with a dry slap.
Eyes transfixed on the implement, a low, desperate whine begins to grow in your throat, one that increases in pitch and volume as Sir Conri takes a step backward and swings his over his head, and then threatens to erupt into a full-throated, incoherent scream as the whip follows his movement, the braided leather curling in a sinuous, serpentine motion.
Which is when Cassandra steps in.
(cont.)
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/18/15 (Wed) 02:36:44 c15628 No. 31931
>>31930
Day 1
Time: 00:47 (past midnight) Encounter Timer: <suspended>
Distance Traveled: 30km
Arousal: 50 /100
Fatigue: 96 /100
Status Effects: Aroused (-20 to all rolls), Fatigued (-36 to all rolls) Lactating (+1 bust size, special, 12h)
It's a curious feeling – being a passenger in your own body. To be aware of how it tenses and arches with each strike, reacting to the pain that you don't really feel.
Except that this is not entirely true – you are keenly aware of each crack of the whip across your bare back, followed by the sharp, reflexive spasm of your entire body that drives all air from your lungs in a desperate, agonized cry, with barely enough time to draw a painful, shallow breath, before the next blow drives it out again. You feel every muscle repeatedly contract and surge in an involuntary reaction – your body's futile attempt to get away from the one dealing you pain. You experience the mounting anguish as the skin softens and bruises with each blow – and finally begins to break.
But you are not affected by the pain this brings. You are not consumed by it. Because of Cassandra.
She is your shield in this – the living barrier absorbing the full fury of the abuse being dealt to your body. By experiencing the physical trauma through her filter, you also avoid the brunt of the mental one that would surely follow. And are thus afforded the clarity to take in the scene in its entirety, including the details that would otherwise be lost in a sea of agony.
Which is why you remember the Baron's exact words, spoken after the first crack of the whip. He demands your apology – that you beg forgiveness for your transgressions. Which Cassandra does, breathless, trembling pleas escaping your lips between each strike. But whenever your eyes – however briefly – focus on the man in the chair, you see that his own eyes are not on you. That, instead, his hungry gaze drifts off somewhere to the side – to the man tormenting you: Sir Conri. And, at one point – a moment almost too brief to be sure – something akin to a cruel smirk crawls across the Baron's face, near-instantly hidden by the chalice, as he takes another sip of the wine inside.
You also become aware of the fact – communicated to you by Cassandra – that Sir Conri seems to be holding back. By yourself, you'd be hard-pressed to feel the difference, but your protector points out how some blows land softer than others, and how, despite the seemingly random pattern, each one just so happens to strike the least damaged portion of skin.
[Physique Roll: 80+15(attr)+20(mod)-20(Arousal)-21(Fatigue)=74 vs 50: Solid Success. Halved Fatigue gain from whipping: 30/2=15]
Cassandra's own acquired resilience also helps, without doubt. Because as Sir Conri, his muffled breaths heavy and ragged from his exertion, at last lowers the whip and steps away from your form, which no longer struggles and simply hangs limp against the pillar, she still stubbornly clings to consciousness – if only just.
Which proves a mixed blessing – something she's keenly aware of, as she addresses you, regretful and apologetic.
I'll have to put you back in control now, she says.
It's going to hurt, you state more than ask.
I'm sorry.
Agony does not even begin to describe the lake of liquid fire that your back has become. The sudden eruption of pain – true pain that you are now feeling with your battered body makes you spasm and cry out – or try rather, as the sound that come from your throat, ragged and torn by a hundred such cries, is barely more than a pitiful, mewling whisper.
Then, utterly exhausted by this single motion, you hang limply from the chains again, not even noticing the rough edges of the manacles biting into your bloodied wrists. The pain is almost enough to make you black out.
Almost.
You're dimly aware of words being said. Of whimpering helplessly when hands touch you. Of a pair of loud clicks, followed by your limp arms hitting the floor. Of someone half-carrying, half-dragging you and placing you face-down on something soft.
You feel strong hands rubbing something cold and wet into your back and shoulders, against your muttered pleas and whines, which cease as the pain numbs and disappears.
Lastly, you remember the scent of lavender and sandalwood. And, as the man beside you finally stands up, as the lights go out, and as the door slams shut, leaving you alone in the dark, you begin to slide into the merciful embrace of sleep.
But your descent into blessed oblivion is halted – for a brief moment – by a thought that carries with it the surprising weight of demand.
Who would you choose as your owner?
The man who raped you, whipped you, and then cared for you?
Or the one who torments him, pulling his strings in turn?
A) Make Sir Conri your owner
B) Make the Baron your owner
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/18/15 (Wed) 02:39:39 c15628 No. 31932
>>31931
Note: This is one of those times when knowing why you picked one choice over the other is going to be of enormous help to me when writing the next update.
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 03:44:56 c0117a No. 31933
>>31931
Baron.
eyes on the prize for our demonic master.
Herpyderp 11/18/15 (Wed) 05:48:37 181882 No. 31934
>>31931
B
Let's try to fulfill the mission we have.
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 09:33:16 6d91ab No. 31935
>>31931
B. Conri was nice to us, but he isn't our mission
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 13:41:33 47f1bb No. 31936
>>31931
A. I think that even though the Baron is our prime objective, Conri is both going to be the main person we have to deal with and our ticket to him. In addition, the guy seems almost alright, to the point where i think that he could become an ally past this mission, while the baron is probably going to be to wrapped up with The Master/ governing to be actually useful.
Herpyderp 11/18/15 (Wed) 14:53:32 181882 No. 31937
>>31934
>>31936
Actually, what this anon wrote has sense, switching to A
Emiya 11/18/15 (Wed) 15:53:34 5ee71f No. 31942
>>31931
>>31936
This makes sense, I guess. Conri seems to have baggage… and may even be manipulated himself.
Solstice 11/18/15 (Wed) 16:20:06 0b9453 No. 31943
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 17:32:05 c0117a No. 31944
>>31936
Hmn. It sounds like conri is the provider for the baron's needs, really.
But he's also a cruel douche.
he could be useful, but at the same time, stockholming it up.
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 18:43:23 a48dc1 No. 31948
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 19:14:49 afebf7 No. 31949
>>31931
>B. Eyes on the prize. The milk clock is running down. We've lost too much time already.
AlphaWanker 11/18/15 (Wed) 21:45:43 000000 No. 31957
B like Baron
conri is nice and well but i dont think we need him to be our owner, we can influence him without that
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/18/15 (Wed) 22:57:19 c15628 No. 31965
>>31936
>>31937
>>31942
>>31948
A
>>31933
>>31935
>>31943
>>31949
>>31957
B
Unless I miscounted someone changing their vote somewhere, that's a marginal victory for the Baron. I'm sure he'd be happy to know of your deep affection for him.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/18/15 (Wed) 23:27:02 c15628 No. 31979
The Baron, you think to yourself as you finally drift off. I'd choose the Baron.
Why the Baron? – you ask yourself after what seems like just a few moments later.
The thought is remarkably lucid – and followed by the realization that you no longer feel tired, or sore, or horny – that you, in fact, do not feel much of anything at all. No body. No surroundings. No anything. It's just you – with your thoughts.
Which means, you realize that your frame has fallen asleep. Which in turn, means that…
Day 1 Complete
While your body rests, you are given the chance to… "decompress" would be a good word. To shed the trappings of a body – to gain a measure of distance and objectivity. To remember that, ultimately, this is all just a very complex and realistic game.
Even if this game did turn a shade too real right there toward the end.
Yet, the question stands – why the Baron?
There's a lot to be said for choosing Conri instead – not the least of which being the fact that he seems like the one who'll be handling you – whether sexually or… physically. This would make him easier to manipulate – hells, he already seems to have some baggage related to your person that could be exploited once you figure out what exactly it is.
But, ultimately, the Baron is your primary objective. He's the one who's supposed to drink the milk in your breasts – and that's all you should concern yourself with.
Which, admittedly, is going to be difficult, given his aversion to interacting with you sexually – or in any way outside hurling insults, for that matter. Which means your influence over him will grow slowly – slow enough that the status effect placed on you by Olgiderthanus may expire before you can use it.
It's clear that this is purposeful – a challenge thrown in your path that will require an approach more subtle than shaking your breasts in his face. Frustrating – but then, was this ever going to be easy?
It's clear you'll need to do some hard thinking on this. By yourself and with Cassandra – once you have access to her again. But, for now, the nothingness you're hanging in becomes filled with something resembling a big screen – which begins displaying a series of lists:
Notable Achievements
- Reached your first storyline Milestone – discover your status as Maiden of Bedlam
- Willingly entered the service of Olgiderthanus
- Severely disrupted another contestant's plans
- Obtained your first companion
Most Common Audience Criticisms
- Cassandra's character is poorly defined
- Cassandra is being too passive and missing valuable opportunities
As far as you're aware, almost everyone gets the first complaint for the first couple days, as they develop their modus operandi and "personality." This will only become a problem if these complaints persist for a week or longer.
The second complaint is also nothing surprising – but it is also a double-edged sword of sorts. On one hand, every contestant will have a cadre of "fans" clamoring that she take more risks for the express purpose of watching her fail (and get fucked). On the other, playing it safe means being boring – and boring contestants never get far.
Most Common Audience Praise
- Saving Keera was awesome
Also little to be surprised about here. Morally defined characters – be they "good" or "evil" – always get more attention than purely pragmatic ones. Also, people do love underdogs who can find clever solutions – you were handed a bunch of shit options and somehow turned them around into bargaining on your own terms. Of course, now they'll expect more of that from you – and will be disappointed if you can't deliver.
Loading Leveling Interface…
And now comes the most important part – improving your frame. Another reminder that this is just a game – a piece of artifice that the audience nevertheless loves. It's because of the sense of progression – of their favorites being rewarded for their efforts.
From your previous research, you know that Perilous Journey has frequently switched leveling systems across editions, constantly looking for something that resonates with the audience more. And, despite having little more than unconfirmed rumors, NodeNet was convinced that, for this edition, the producers would prepare something special.
And, as the knowledge now flows into your mind, you see that the forums weren't far off.
Leveling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GJ6Bm9uIYAG0jjEUMJ70zTVr8Uq6gTbzVGJFHKbUkqs/pub
So, today, you get to choose between all three options:
A) Simple Boost – gain +5 Agility and +5 Cunning
B) Randomized Boost – roll 1d100
C) Audience Vote – just how much do you think you've impressed them today?
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 00:05:37 495a38 No. 31982
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 00:13:59 c38abf No. 31987
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 00:23:55 2eab04 No. 31989
Herpyderp 11/19/15 (Thu) 09:11:14 bfe2ad No. 32007
Emiya 11/19/15 (Thu) 16:03:23 5ee71f No. 32018
>>31979
C
We owned another contestant. We saved Cass. And we got the audience some hardcore action, it seems - the lack of which many of the "blips" complained over, if I remember the opening post in thread one correctly.
Also, it is ballsy. Ballsy seems to be what the audience likes.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/19/15 (Thu) 19:54:10 c15628 No. 32026
>>31982
>>31987
>>31989
>>32007
B
>>32018
C
I do believe this means you trust the dice. Very well then, roll me a 1d100.
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 20:09:12 dd3659 No. 32027
Rolled 79 (1d100)
>>32026
let's roll
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/19/15 (Thu) 20:14:51 c15628 No. 32028
>>32027
Alright, that nets you three +5 boosts. So now give me three 1d5 rolls, where:
1=Physique
2=Agility
3=Perception
4=Cunning
5=Tenacity
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 20:24:43 2eab04 No. 32030
Rolled 4 (1d5)
>>32028
roll
Emiya 11/19/15 (Thu) 20:25:51 5ee71f No. 32031
Rolled 2 (1d5)
>>32028
Roll
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 20:41:31 b871ba No. 32032
Rolled 2 (1d5)
>>32028
Roll
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/19/15 (Thu) 21:03:42 c15628 No. 32034
Your gamble pays off – this time, at least. Amusingly enough, you gain what you would have gotten if you chose the first option – and a little bit extra on top.
+5 Cunning
+5 Agility
+5 Agility
Which leaves one last thing on the agenda. Your body sleeps – and will remain so for a number of hours. Which is a criminal waste of time that currently belongs to the show's producers. So, you – and, by extension, the audience – will be made to experience dreams.
Naturally, there's no reward for guessing their subject matter.
Once again, it falls to the audience to determine what exactly they want you to go through. All you know is that the theme for tonight is "Missed Opportunities." And that, as a small mercy, going through this will mean zeroing out your Arousal before you wake.
What do you end up dreaming about?
A) That centaur belly ride Keera mentioned (horsecock, bondage, cum inflation)
B) Getting caught by the tentacle guardian when escaping prison (tentacles, cum inflation)
C) Getting caught by the crazy alchemist (bondage, drugs, toys)
D) Convincing Sir Caleb to have sex with you after all (consensual sex in the missionary position )
E) <some other potential scene you'd like to see>
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/19/15 (Thu) 21:07:31 c15628 No. 32035
>>32034
So… I'll be closing out this thread with the dream sequence – basically, an "in universe" version of your typical gallery story. After that I'll be taking a short break – thread 3 will go up some time after the weekend.
However, since this is pretty much the end of the thread, I'd like to once again take the opportunity to ask for criticisms or comments from my readers. In addition to any general comments, there's two topics in particular that I'd like to hear about:
1. What's your take on the MC's personality? On a related note, how do you feel about me requesting input beyond simply choosing an option?
Since the protagonist is, ultimately, being guided by the thread's votes, I take deliberate steps to avoid imposing my own interpretation of their character on the narration. Whenever possible, I take cues from people's comments or arguments, and I do my best not to use phrases like "you think X" or "you feel Y." And in the instances when the thread does get a discussion going – like it happened when bargaining for Keera's life – absolutely awesome things come of that.
At the same time, I do recognize that, ultimately, people aren't here to argue or debate – they're here to fap. So if you want me to stop nagging you for commentary, just let me know and I will do so.
2. How do you feel about how this thread ended?
I'm not going to beat about the bush – things took a pretty dark turn right toward the end. I had some serious qualms about posting what I wrote – but now that I've done so, I will not make apologies for it, because this is pretty much where the story was headed ever since I hinted at the Baron's proclivities all the way back in thread 1.
To put is in plain terms, the story is going to involve some violence every now and then, and I'm willing to deal with some people being turned off by that.
However, there is a clear line that I will not cross. Namely, I will never eroticize violence when it does occur. I will not be writing guro, sadism, bloodplay, or anything of the sort.
Otherwise, thank you for reading and the gallery story should be up in a day or two (provided there's no draws, of course).
Emiya 11/19/15 (Thu) 21:12:52 5ee71f No. 32036
Rolled 3 (1d5)
>>32034
>>32035
Well…. I have to say C.
I love the story, love the input we can have beyond simple choices, although I am a bit sad that there will not be S&M - I hope for some pain, at least, although it obviously doesn't have to be the focus.
Like that Olgi thing, with the grinding.
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 21:42:10 b871ba No. 32037
>>32035
>>32034
D)
>>32035
Ya did good
And you gave us plenty of warning about the baron so no worries there
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 21:51:00 b920a9 No. 32039
Rolled 66 (1d100)
>>32034
D. Lets have Sir Caleb give the MC some loving in her dreams.
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 22:01:49 a7a946 No. 32041
AlphaWanker 11/19/15 (Thu) 22:41:23 bc0c6c No. 32044
Herpyderp 11/19/15 (Thu) 23:01:45 5760d1 No. 32045
>>32034
B
>>32035
I will answer only the first point, because i don't have a distinct opinion wheter i like the ending or not, I treat it basically only as a transfer posts.
Anyway, I think you keep a good balance in terms of looking on our comments and talking stuff from them and making use of it in your posts. It's also not like people are here for roleplaying purpose/fapping purpose only. Sometimes I myself feel like lurking is all I want to do, other days I want to take part in what is discussed, so imo the best path for you is to keep the current path, not being focused on any aspect of your writing, treating them both equally.
AlphaWanker 11/20/15 (Fri) 06:30:15 c0117a No. 32074
>>32034
B and or C please. I'll take either.
AlphaWanker 11/20/15 (Fri) 14:01:53 6d91ab No. 32077
AlphaWanker 11/20/15 (Fri) 15:32:32 c20a82 No. 32081
>>32034
If we do D , next time could we have a more erotic dream with him? Like corrupting him in our dreams?
AlphaWanker 11/20/15 (Fri) 15:33:49 c20a82 No. 32082
>>32034
And my vote is for D
AlphaWanker 11/20/15 (Fri) 17:18:53 000000 No. 32083
B or C im good with either
the story and writing are just amazing
AlphaWanker 11/20/15 (Fri) 20:12:22 e40e5c No. 32092
AlphaWanker 11/22/15 (Sun) 13:09:42 175b94 No. 32163
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 11/22/15 (Sun) 19:34:22 c15628 No. 32174
>>32163
A
>>32045
B
>>32036
>>32041
>>32044
>>32092
C
>>32074
>>32083
B or C
>>32037
>>32039
>>32077
>>32081
D
Under those conditions, the win goes to C, I believe. Sorry about the delay, I've had an unexpectedly busy weekend. Not sure when I'll be able to start posting again.
Herpyderp 12/03/15 (Thu) 11:54:06 5760d1 No. 32464
>>32174
OP, where are you?
AlphaWanker 12/08/15 (Tue) 18:37:36 bb0f2a No. 32651
Contrived, we miss you. If the dream/gallery story isn't ready, let's just keep the game going and you can post it later.
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 12/10/15 (Thu) 14:03:19 c15628 No. 32686
>>32464
>>32651
Just wanted to drop in and say that I didn't disappear, but I was prevented from updating by a combination of a number of health issues and writer's block. I'm currently recovering from both and I should be able to resume posting soon – by next week is my hope.
Herpyderp 12/10/15 (Thu) 22:43:53 5760d1 No. 32705
>>32686
Good to hear from you, OP, hopefully, when you recover you won't be getting any more of those issues.
AlphaWanker 12/22/15 (Tue) 13:17:45 bb0f2a No. 33109
>>32686
Hope the health issues are better, OP. If you're still having writers block, let us know where you're stuck; we'll help you past it!
Contrived !!S7.qSicCrM 12/22/15 (Tue) 23:03:18 c15628 No. 33132
The possessive caress of restraints around your wrists and ankles is something your body is all too familiar with. The cold metal table against your naked body – less so.
You're in the lab, you realize. But… that doesn't make sense. You… got away, didn't you? There was a chute…
The air has a heavy, cloying taste. Your head feels like it's been stuffed full of wool. You try and shake it to clear your thoughts, but all you manage is an anemic roll.
Fragments of memories slowly assemble themselves. You decided to try and pull down a shelf in front of the door – to buy yourself more time. The shelf was too heavy. The door flew open. You were pinned to the ground. The alchemist…
She's looms above you now. A grin and a pair of cruel hidden behind thick glasses. She's saying something, but you can't seem to focus on the words. The woman's smile is replaced by an exasperated grimace. She reaches out with a gloved hand and gives one of your nipples a sharp pinch.
You gasp, but your restraints prevent you from flinching away. The woman smiles again.
"Good physical response, at least" you manage to make out this time. "So let's get started."
She brings out a small clay jar and removes the lid. Reaching inside with a single, gloved finger, she scoops out a glob of pinkish, wet paste. Without much ceremony, she begins rubbing it into your stiffening nipple.
"As I was saying, darling, I just got done cooking the newest batch for the girls," she tells you. "Let's see if it has the proper kick."
Once your skin absorbs the paste, the alchemist stands back, content to wait. For your part, all you feel a slight tingling as you both watch the nipple – swollen and reddened from its rough treatment. A minute passes.
At which point the woman reaches out again and gives it a sudden twist. And your voice – part scream, part moan – bounces off the walls of the room. You toss and throw yourself against your bindings in paroxysms of pleasure that her fingers, still firmly clasped around the nipple, now evoke. Your loins are on fire almost instantly, and you feel a wetness spreading from your pussy, as if… as if…
"Feels like you just got a second clit, ain't it?" if the alchemist's grin was any wider, the top of her head would fall off.
She lets go of the nipple for long enough to give it a surprise flick, only to seize it again, twisting it this way and that, pulling it, and rubbing it between thumb and finger. And with each move she makes, your body responds, arching and seizing in unbearable bliss. You're peaking in seconds and then the cry of orgasm tears itself from your throat as you reflexively squeeze your thighs together, girlcum squirting out of your pussy, staining the table beneath.
But the woman does not stop there. She continues teasing and pinching your nipple, and you continue moaning and squirming. And squirting, as orgasm after orgasm wracks your body. This torture seems to go on forever, until finally you're left a sweaty, shuddering, exhausted wreck, able to do nothing but gasp heavily, each hoarse breath ending in a pleading, incoherent mewl.
Which is when the woman finally lets go. But then your eye falls on her and on the familiar jar once again in her hand – and you whimper helplessly as this time she dips three fingers in, and begins rubbing the paste between and across the insides of your breasts.
"Shh. Shh. It's ok, hun. It's ok," she purses her lips in mock concern. "Everything is going to be fine."
Removing her apron, she climbs on top of the table and straddles you. She's still wearing the dildo you first saw her with – black and massive, easily ten inches long, it's shaped like an ordinary human dick – nothing unusual, aside from its length and girth. She slides it up between your breasts and you gasp at how sensitive they are to its touch.
"Now then, hun," she beams down at you, grasping your breasts in both hands. "Get ready for the most radical titjob you'll ever give!"
The orgasms come thick and fast from that point on. Unable to resist or escape the ecstatic jolts that shoot through your body with each stroke of the rubber member against your unnaturally sensitive flesh, you can only cry and moan and shudder under the weight pinning you to the table, utterly consumed by the unending blaze the drug awakened between your legs. Driven mindless with pleasure, you lose yourself to it, forgetting who you are, where you are, or even what's happening – all that remains is the relentless experience of one orgasm after another.
The last coherent thing you remember – before you completely succumb to the endless, agonizing euphoria – is the alchemist's annoyed voice.
"Figures," she complains, disappointed. "Another no-stamina lightweight."
Finally done. Apologies for taking so long. Though I think at this point I'll hold off on starting the next thread until the migration happens.
AlphaWanker 12/23/15 (Wed) 16:50:39 bb0f2a No. 33156
>>33132
Worth the wait. Thanks, OP; see you on the other side.