Re: A Pirate's (Un)Life for me! (Rovana)
Fiona Wachter and household
Pentacle Room
Tag: Rovana and Lydia
Lady Wacther did not seem as impressed as Rovana might have hoped with her initial response, but the far more heartfelt mention of Lady Ludmilla, and the desire to be 'helpless before her dark beauty' did bring a smile to Fiona's lips and a movement of her own hands to clutch at her own breast, as if she sympathised with that desire.
Before she could respond however, Rovana demonstrated her whirling speed, catching Ernst by the throat with a swift open palm strike to his windpipe, causing him to reel and sputter in shock. He brought his dart up again in a clumsy, anticipate motion, which Rovana for her own reasons chose to deliberately intercept with her off hand. She felt the sting of the dart, and a quick-acting numbing poison begin to course through her.
"Marvelous," the Lady Wachter said as she stepped down the staircase to stand above where Rovana slumped along the floor.
"Then I will welcome you into our fold..."
Fiona stooped and cradled Rovana's head in her palm and kissed her forehead gently. By this point, Rovana's head was swimming and reality was fading in and out. She thought that she felt Fiona pressing her lips against hers, but then she blacked out completely.
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Rovana awoke to the sound of chanting. The language was unfamiliar to her, and sounded harsh and archaic. She was in the cellar still, or at least an offshoot of it. Dark, dingy stone walls like that of a dungeon cell surrounded the room. She was 'seated' on something that was wedging its way into the soft flesh between her thighs, although she was still wearing lacy underwear and a loosened corset that had been deliberately pulled down to expose her pert breasts. Her entire body was glistening with some sort of scented oil that made her feel warm all over. And... something had been put inside of her, a dildo of some sort, that was held in place by the triangle wedge on which she sat and her panties, which bulged out at where the dildo's base was.
Her arms were bound behind her with tight but non-abrasive silk rope, and there was a cloth gag in her mouth that was more for show than effect, for Rovana felt that if she wanted to, she could loosen it and speak.
As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw a stone slab, on which rested the prone baronness. She was in her red corset and undergarments... or perhaps these were ones that had been donated to her while she was asleep, for they were quite risque and... there were deliberate tears where her nipples were, exposing them through the fabric. Her hair had been unbound from its usual bun and brushed out, then cut short, changing her appearance slightly.
On her legs and arms, in a black substance, some sigils had been written in a language as unknown to Rovana as the chanting in the background.
The chanters were four robed figures in dark red robes and hoods, with black masks covering their eyes that obscured most detail. Based on their voices, general height, and what form she could make out, Rovana thought that there were two males and two females beneath those robes.
They ended their chanting, and a whimpering baronness, who had been tied with her arms behind her back and her ankles chained by manacles to the slab, tried to make pleading nonsense sounds in Rovana's direction through her much tighter gag.
Moments later, the door opened, and a smooth skinned, naked Haliq, save for a leather collar around his neck, and an apparatus around his manhood that held it in an upright and erect position, stepped through the doorway with his head bowed. Behind him, was another male, similarly dressed, though he was paler in his skin tone. Then followed the two maids, Madalena and Amalthia stepped through in special uniforms that had holes cut in the front of the skirt and chest to expose their breasts and pussies for all to gaze at. They were wearing bondage posture collars and anklets and wristlets with steel hoops, and their five inch heels clicked on the cool stone floor. They carried silver trays that held riding crops and wooden drying pins designed to pinch clothes onto drying lines, as well as a small selection of steel hoops, about the circumference of a little finger. Following them in was Fiona Wachter, in a black dress with an elaborate and scary headdress that was out of character with the Barovian aristorcatic aesthetic. She appeared now as something more like a high priestess.
She held in her hand a dark leather bound tome, and around her neck was a pendant in the shape of a stylized black hoof.
"Welcome my brothers and sisters in darkness," she stated, to which the robed figures bowed low.
"We are gathered on this most auspicious occasion - to take another step to our goal of power and independence. We who have grown tired of receiving the scraps of a miserable existence. We who have been enlightened, who understand that our suffering has shown us the way to domination. Tonight we are to indulge in our two newest members. These supplicants. Our sister to be, Rovana... whose resourcefulness has brought us our greatest prize yet... none other than the Baroness Lydia Petrovna herself!"
There was an approving applause, and a laughter from one man and one woman cultist, who moved closer to caress the frightened, wide-eyed baroness.
"I've been looking forward to this, bitch... ever since your husband had my brother tossed out to the wolves!" The man said, clamping a hand down on Lydia's breast, pinching and twisting her exposed nipple and causing a scream of pain... which oddly turned into a half moan of pleasure. Lydia's face grew crimson.
"She likes that now... the Lady Wachter's magic has turned the proud baronness into a little pain slut!" The cloaked woman said as she pinched and twisted the other nipple, eliciting another moan of pain, followed by a mewl. "
Serves you right for what you allowed to happen to my parents! Is all going WELL?!"
"Now, now, my friends," Lady Wachter held up a hand, and the cultists backed away from the Baroness.
"There will be plenty of time for that. You see, Lydia is going to make up for her husband's madness. By the time we're done with her, she'll be an obedient and happy member of our club. But first, for my elite followers, please enjoy my servants, but remember not to cum. You must save your seed for the ritual. Come now, Haliq, Dhavit, Amalthia, Madalina. Serve your masters and mistresses.~"
The cultists threw off their robes, revealing naked figures, two men and two women as Rovana had guessed. One was an older man, slightly portly, but muscular, with a trimmed aristocratic beard. Madalena knelt in front of him and put up her tray, from which he took a crop and a couple of pins, and began placing them on Madalena's breasts, pinching them painfully. The maid winced, but allowed the man to continue decorating her. Amalthia did the same for an angelic blonde haired, blue eyed youth, who stared at her hungrily and possessively. He began to whip her along her thighs with the crop, hard. Haliq and the other male servant stood before the women. One was a tall young woman with intense eyes who immediately pushed Haliq down on his knees and held his face against her pussy, commanding him to lick. The more matronly female cultist, had Haliq go down on his hands and knees and sat on him, using her fingers to play with his balls and occassionally spank him with her bare hand.
Fiona approached the bound Rovana and smirked down at her with sultry eyes. She held the book in front of her and chanted in the harsh tongue a few words while waving a hand over the pirate's womanhood. The dildo inside of her began to move on its own, vibrating quickly and unexpectedly sending off waves of fluttering pleasure through the pirate.
"Welcome to my book club, Rovana. I hope after this, you will choose to join us. I am laying my greatest secret bare before you... the secret of my rise to power. You see... in this land, good deeds do not get you ahead in life. Only harsh deeds. For every foot you climb upward, you must pull someone else down. It's a sad truth of the world, but I'm not so foolish as to ignore it. Once in a position of power, it is my right to treat those beneath me as I will. For those who curry my favor, I will unleash the most sensual of delights. See how my servants obey me? Haliq and Madalena are all but married, but they serve as demanded out of loyalty to myself and my craft. They are my slaves, but in accepting my dominance, they are free to enjoy pleasure. So too will it be with you and your Lady Ludmilla.~"
If the gag hadn't already been loosened, Fiona would unbind Rovana's mouth so that she could talk freely. Her hands were still bound, but Fiona began to unfasten her legs.
"I will unbind you now, you see. If you want, you can stand up and walk out of this room. But consider the pleasure you are feeling right now. The loveliness of the ropes against your skin... the feel of my hand, caressing you."
Fiona placed a hand upon Rovana's breast and kneaded it gently. Something about the touch, and Fiona's voice, was enchanting. Not enough to be undeniable, but certainly it was nice to hear her and be touched by her.
"The power I am gaining from my book is the same dark power that links a vampire to its prey. I've noticed the bites on your body... your neck and your... mmm... pelvis.~ It must have been quite a night with Lady Ludmilla. No need to be embarrassed. There is no judgment for that sort of thing here. I am pleased that you have found a mistress who serves Strahd. It is precisely the order that I hope to bring to all the land of Vallaki and beyond. Through my powers, and the Lord Strahd's vampire minions, order can be brought to this land. And from order will come prosperity. A firm hand is all that is needed to guide... and my firm hand can bring such... pleasures."
Her hand slipped down underneath Rovana's panties, and began to play with the hood of her clit as the dildo's vibration suddenly quickened and began to send jolts of pleasure through the pirate's body.
