Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
As the order from her injured orc master registered in Karen’s mind, the memory of what Corin had said to her earlier replayed in her mind. Of course! The test...this was all a part of her test! How could she serve in the Master’s personal harem if she couldn’t help defend him if needed? “Y-Yes, master!” she replied, quickly scrambling to her feet.
With that, Karen quickly rushed out of her chamber in pursuit of her roommate. If she could get to her quickly enough, she would attempt to grab on to the other woman and hold her as best she could. With this, she would surely prove her loyalty to her orc masters and pass Corin’s test.
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Corin took quick stock of the situation and moved as fast as her legs could carry her towards the exit, hoping to get past the two guards and to possible freedom, her chance was slipping but she tried to seize it anyway...
Run Like Hell! and if need be Dodge like crazy, COME ON DICE GODS!
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Corin: HP = 38, PP = 32, EP = 30, Status = Group Grappled
Karen: HP = 43, PP = 68, EP = 29, Status = Group Grappled
Rolls
Initiative: Corin = 30, Karen = 23
Corin attempts to escape!
Stealth: Success.
Corin manages to slip by the orcs but is slowed enough that all three still get a shot at her this round. (Failure at the stealth roll would have meant not slipping by the orcs, FYI)
Karen attempts to glomp Corin!
Attack: Hit. Corin is grappled.
Orc Slaver #2 attempts to join the group grapple.
Attack: Hit.
Orc Slaver #3 does the same.
Attack: Hit.
Corin now has two orcs and a slave grappling her.
Corin couldn't see an opening between the two, so she decided to improvise. The huntress feinted to the right, causing the one to her left to overextend in his attempts to grab her with his comrade, then the short woman rushed right under his arms. The action, while a success, had still slowed her dangerously. Especially as Karen came bolting out of her room, following after Corin. The orcs looked dismayed, assuming that the broken woman had joined the escape attempt.
At least until Karen tackled the Badarian woman. Naked flesh rubbed against the clothed huntress as the blond slave struggled to keep her in check. The two orcs looked at each other, dumbfounded. Then they simply shrugged and joined in the tackle. The huntress quickly found herself overwhelmed by the sheer amount of muscle being pressed into her. Her face and shoulders were pinned to the floor, with her backside too far in the air for any modicum of comfort around the slavers.
"Good girl," the orc said, sparing a hand to pat Karen's head. The mocking nature of his tone was probably only lost on the slave, herself. He then turned his attention, and a groping hand, to Corin. "You gonna give up and see the chief now, or are we going to have to improvise some punishment for you?" A squeeze of her rear emphasized the word punishment.
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Corin writhed under the combined assault of her captors and Karen. "Improvise a Punishment!? You think a slave that cost over 400 Denarii is for your personal enjoyment? You think the boss would look upon you taking first whack at his new purchase with favor~?" Rather then push her luck any farther Corin exhaled explosively and stopped fighting... "I'll go, but GET HER OFF OF ME!" she roared. It was difficult to explain how very pissed at Karen she was, some could say she shouldn't blame her, but that most certainly didn't stop her from doing just that.
No resistance, although she would Really like to beat Karen with one of those rods at the moment...
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“T-Thank you...master,” Karen said, a small smile appearing on her face as the orc patted her on the head even as the three struggled with their hold on Corin. At the other woman’s final outraged words, the blond-haired slave hesitated for a moment before electing to maintain her hold on the other woman, deciding it would be best to wait until her orc masters explicitly instructed her to let go. After a moment, a simple question came to mind. “Would...would the masters like for me to accompany...Corin?”
RP:
Maintain grapple on Corin until instructed otherwise by the orcs.
Poor Corin... Perhaps a little more time getting to know Karen instead of waiting incessantly in ambush could have prevented all this...
(Trying to get Shrike in a bit faster. Taking a few liberties. >.>)
"You're giving me a headache," the orc spat at Corin. He turned to the other beast-man holding her to the ground. "Her clothing privileges are removed. Gag her, too." The enraged huntress felt a hand pulling at her remaining clothing. Then, with a loud ripping sound, they were torn, leaving her naked. That wasn't the end of it, as another hand grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. She was quickly greeted by the sight of a ball of her own clothing being shoved into her mouth. The fabric forced her so wide that she couldn't simply spit it out, she would need to pull it away once they let go of her arms. Little more than muffled fury could escape from behind her improvised gag.
"Much better. Let me answer that question for you now that you're much more agreeable." Corin felt a hand sliding against her crotch but couldn't turn her her head to see what was happening, pressed down as she was against the cold stone floor. Without warning or foreplay, two fingers roughly penetrated her. There had been no warming her up, no gentle touches to ready her for the act, just that painful thrust. "Like I thought, not a virgin. You see, the chief likes them fresh, if you know what I mean. Once you've been deflowered, you're public property as far as he's concerned. If I wanted to, I could have you right here and now. But I think I'll wait until later, when my friend that you just stabbed is feeling better." The orc fixed her with a savage grin. "You don't need to worry about waiting up for us. We won't care if you're sleeping or awake." He allowed the threat to hang in the air for several tense seconds.
With as little warning as when he had violated her, the orc withdrew from the Badarian woman and stood up, yanking her up by the hair to force her to her feet as he did so. "We're going to take the prisoners to the chief. We'll send a healer back for you." He called out to the orc still in the cell. Finally, he turned to the blond woman with a sneer. "The disobedient slave is to accompany you. The chief sent specifically for you, not her. Follow us." His sneer somehow became more malicious as he added; "We'll be sure to reward you for this tonight, even if the chief doesn't."
With a wave to his other comrade, he began to move. The two orcs held Corin's wrists in a death grip, pulling her along whether she wanted to meet the chief or not. Karen was not bound in any such way, free to tag along at her own pace. They were led down the hallway to the door. That same beacon of hope and freedom that she had sprinted for was now only a step on Corin's path to further abuse.
The main door turned out to be unbarred, swinging open freely as the talkative orc pushed at it. As they stepped out into the cold weather and bitter winds, both of which immediately took their tolls on the unclothed women, Corin realized just how bad a situation she had found herself in. The area around her looked like a small camp, stationed inside the walls of Gods-Reach. Several small wooden poles with furs and leathers stretched between them formed a privacy fence, of sorts between the small camp and the rest of the orc-controlled city.
There were a few buildings made of stone and more traditional architecture. Karen and Corin's residence accounted for one of those. It looked to have originally been an Elven construction. Now, as the two slaves looked upon it, it was a patchwork of various different building materials. There was sloppy mortaring on the roof where, judging by the size of the repair, an explosion of some sort appeared to have created a hole. Tarps made of various materials could be seen covering certain missing bits of structure. It wasn't to say that the repair job was done poorly, just that it was done with whatever material the orcs, or more likely their slaves, happened to have on hand.
The second building that stuck out was in much better repair. It was much smaller than the one they had exited only moments before, but it held a sense of striking importance about it. Marbled columns and wide steps to the entrance combined with the length of the building made it look much like a temple. Karen knew that was where they were heading. The broken woman also knew that the place, whatever it had been, was no temple now. Any contemplation was broken as one of their escorts spoke up, directed at a guard outside the door they had just emerged from. "There was an escape attempt. Get a healer to cell twelve as quickly as possible." The second orc nodded and sped off.
Scattered around the camp in-between the two more conspicuous buildings, there were several tents and temporary structures, probably meant to house the rest of the beast-men. Slaves could be seen, usually not far from an orc overseer, beginning work on buildings and creations that looked much more permanent and much less thrown together. They did not get the chance to piece together exactly what the orcs were planning to do to the city's layout, however, as the orcs ushered the two along. They were on a path directly to the chief, Karen knew.
Their haste might have been appreciated in getting the two women out of the cold as quickly as possible, before hypothermia could set in. The path they took, thankfully, was free of snow. It was probably of little consolidation given how cold and rocky the ground was on their bare feet. It only took a few minutes to arrive at their destination, at least. Before long, Corin and Karen found themselves being guided up the wide stairs to double doors made of heavy wood and reinforced with silvery metal. Two guards stood on either side of the doorway. The inner-most two nodded at the slaves' escorts and pushed the doors open for the group.
As they entered, Corin found that the building was one giant hall, lined on either side with columns. Those columns were lined with armed orcs. A long, plush carpet led to the other end. Karen knew that what rested at the other end of the hall hadn't always looked that way. Indeed, the stone throne that sat at the end of the carpet hadn't always been there. At one point it was a statue, depicting a woman of tremendous beauty. It had been pulled down and hauled out almost a year ago that day. It was replaced by a seat. Made especially for an orc. One that appeared to be at least six and a half feet tall. One who was sitting in the throne at that very moment, watching the slaves as they were brought to him.
He was big and muscular, even by orc standards. A broad chest, arms and legs that looked like small tree trunks, and a fierce face. Powerfully built was an understatement. He was obviously not beyond relaxation, either. Even as he watched the two slaves, three more were attending to his more primal needs. He wore a leather tunic and cloth pants that were currently around his ankles. Two women, a human and an elf, were working together on his crotch. The third, another elf, was on one of the armrests of his throne, touching herself as he mauled her perky breasts. "Ah, if it isn't one of my favorite girls," his deep voice boomed across the hall as the two were escorted to his throne. It was almost a testament to his skills as a multitasker.
"But why did you bring me the second one?"
"There was a mix up, my chief. She was purchased earlier today and she was in the cell as well."
"Ah, but why is she gagged?"
"She made an escape attempt."
"Interesting. I like them with spirit, makes it more fun to properly train them." The other orc's response came with a simple nod. "Alright girls, I've got some business to attend to, go play over there for a while." The massive orc pointed to a corner. The three broken women whined wordlessly, but didn't dare to disobey. They stood up and padded to the corner, where they decided to amuse themselves by molesting each other. Karen couldn't help but notice that they had been tattooed rather than collared, meaning they were a part of her master's personal harem.
"Remove her gag, I'd like to hear what she has to say," he nodded to Corin. The two holding her did as their chief demanded, pulling the fabric from her mouth and allowing her to speak again. "Afterward, I have a special errand for you," he motioned to Karen. "Success will mean a great reward," he concluded with a dangerous smile.
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Karen paid little attention to what her masters did in response to Corin’s words, simply maintaining her hold on the dark-haired woman, only letting go when the orcs grabbed onto that same hair and used it to pull the other woman to her feet. When one of the orcs said that the Master had sent specifically for her, however, Karen looked back at him with surprise in her eyes, and then a flash of what could have been joy. ‘The Master sent...for me? Could....could this mean that...’ she thought briefly, coming back to reality as the orc told her to follow them, and that they would reward her for her aid later that night. “Y-Yes, master! Thank you, master!” she replied with a smile and a bow, starting off behind Corin and the two orcs holding her as they began the march to see the Master.
As the group left the relative comfort of the chambers and made their way outside, Karen almost immediately clutched her arms over her chest, the cold air instantly making her nipples harden and a shiver run down her entire body...and not the pleasurable kind. The path that was taken was been free of snow, and the journey through the encamped city took only a few minutes to complete, but the cold and rocky ground beneath her bare feet was far from pleasant. As the cold walk came to a close, Karen was grateful to be back inside and out of the frigged air, and rubbed her arms slightly to regain some warmth as they were led into the massive hall, letting them fall back to her sides as they walked towards the throne room.
Once inside, Karen’s eyes immediately fell upon her Master seated upon his throne, and felt herself almost beginning to grow wet as she took in his glorious form. A tinge of jealousy even shot up her spine as she saw the other three girls attending to him, members of his personal harem as indicated by their possession of tattoos rather than collars. When he spoke, however, that jealousy disintegrated as Karen heard herself addressed as one of the Master’s favorites, a deep blush forming on her cheeks.
Karen listened quietly as the orcs addressed each other, then watched briefly as the three harem girls padded over to the corner after being dismissed by the Master and began playing with each other. She turned her attention back to him as he spoke again, however, ordering the removal of Corin’s gag before motioning to Karen herself and issuing the blonde woman her own apparent task.
“As you desire, Master,” Karen replied, smiling happily as she bowed her head. Corin was right, soon she would be inducted into the Master’s personal harem...
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Corin tensed sharply as she was violated by her captors without warning, Her bluff called. Stripped and gagged she was hauled to her feet and marched through the camp to meet her new apparent owner... Between the adrenaline still coursing through her veins and her indignant rage, she hardly noticed the cold, her eyes taking in every detail of the compound, noting possible exits and tools, apparent patrol routes for guards and sentries. One way or another she Would be gone from this place. Whether it was with the rest of the slaves, or alone to return for them was unsure, but when the moment arose she would seize it like an angered goddess and tear their world asunder...
As the huntress caught sight of the "boss" her gaze locked on his, an imposing figure for sure, but what had slain her husband had been far more intimidating. When he called to have her gag removed so she could speak she thought out her next words carefully...
"You keep strange companions" she said slowly, gesturing towards the tattooed slaves off to the side "I always thought that orcs were beings of battle, terrors to behold in combat. But had I chosen too, one would be dead, felled by no more then a piece of clay and my own hand. I am not some pleasure puppet to be toyed with when the urge strikes you. I doubt when the slavers sold me that they told you 7 men fell to my wrath before I was subdued. I am a Huntress, A Predator. I Would Rather Die then spend the rest of my days at anothers feet, subject only to his whims..."
She thought the speech was fitting, it was true. she had been hardened in the wilds and killed whenever the need arose. If push came to shove she would not hesitate. Corin steeled herself for the Orc's response, her eyes locked on his, her shoulders squared and her gaze proud.
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Corin: HP = 38, PP = 32, EP = 30, Status = Chained to Karen
Karen: HP = 43, PP = 68, EP = 29, Status = Chained to Corin
The chief merely watched and waited as Corin gave her speech. The two orcs who held her seemed terrified. But it wasn't the huntress they held in fear as she delivered her words, it was their chieftain's reaction that they feared the most. The expected burst of violence never came, though. Instead of rage or any hint of displeasure, a wide, toothy smile had plastered itself across the brute's face.
"Your capture was not a story that I had heard, no. I do not bother to personally attend and purchase the slaves that this camp makes such good use of." The huntress had seen many things in her travels. It was with her experience that it became obvious that the beast-man was watching her like a predator might eye its prey. He watched her for any signs of weakness, for any emotion she would convey. She would need to be careful. "But there will be great reward for the one who did. Such a thing only makes you more valuable in this camp."
He let that revelation hang in the air but for only a moment before moving on. "I will not take you." Any sense of relief from the claim was quickly cut short, as he pushed forward without allowing any chance to respond. "There's simply not enough sport in it. Before the end of your stay you will submit to me. You'll be my pet project. Unless you escape or die, of course..." The challenge hung in the air so thick that it might have been touchable. "However, my men will be under no such restrictions. After all, you must earn the price paid for you. We will see if you're so fierce in a week." The two orcs gave Corin predatory grins, but the chief had already looked to Karen.
"As for you," he spoke with a motion towards the broken woman. "You have an errand to run, in order to prove your loyalty to me. One of my rivals in the city was slain in combat. As a result, many of his slaves are up for sale. There is one in particular that I have my eye on, a faerie. She will be sold near the main gate soon, most likely. Your task is simple, go there and buy the slave for me. I happen to know the one selling her and know that your, shall we say, talents should convince him to sell this faerie to me. An easy test of loyalty." He beckoned to one of the pillar guards, who hastened to fulfill the brute's commands. A few whispers exchanged and the guard was running off to fetch something.
"Or it would have been easy, but I've decided to add a challenge. You will be in charge of the new slave. You are to keep her from getting lost in the city and to ensure that both she and the faerie return safely when the transaction is completed. I would hate for her to get lost, I might get angry and take it out on some poor, unsuspecting elves or humans," the way he grinned at Corin confirmed that it was a threat. By that time, the guard had returned with two collars in hand. The collars, the huntress immediately noticed, were chained together by heavy iron. It didn't take much of a guess to figure out what was going to happen with the iron implements.
Before the collars were clicked into place, however, the two were offered clothes. They were little more than lengthy brown rags, but would be better than bare skin against the piercing cold. They were given a short few moments to either dress or shun the clothing before the collars were locked into place, one around each of the girl's necks. The restriction ensured that neither could move more than ten feet away from the other. "Those should prevent you from being separated. Now, go forth and see this done. Return successfully and you will surely be my favorite." He concluded with an arrogant grin. The two escorts began to march the women out of the hall. Even as they turned to leave, the chief signaled to the broken women in the corner. Before the door closed, the two women could hear a long, drawn out moan as one of the concubines straddled the brute.
And then they were outside in the cold, the door shut behind them. There was only one way out of the camp. It had a few guards but they would likely stand down for the two collared slaves. Karen knew the way to the main gate and her way around Gods-Reach in general, she would easily be able to lead Corin to most places. Corin did not have such knowledge, but bringing another slave into her, hopefully temporary, owner's grasp probably wasn't high on her list of things to do. There was no limit to what could be attempted, at least, but given how they were shackled together they would likely need to agree on a course of action before pursuing it.
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Corin accepted the rags and dressed quickly before letting the collar snap into place without resistance, she would simply follow Karen for now, Outside this camp would be a better place to make her move, and thinking about it, the chief didn't seem the type to simply waste anything valuable. Although some may be worse for wear should she escape, she seriously doubted any would Die and since she was gonna make a return trip once she had a plan and the appropriate gear and help to free them all, it seemed like the lesser of two evils.
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As she slipped on the rags and allowed the orcs to lock the chained collars into place, Karen suddenly had mixed feelings about the task that was given to her. Not concerning her desire to accomplish the task, but due to the fact that she was now actually in charge of this Corin woman as part of her test. She was sure that ‘convincing’ the man to sell the faerie slave to her Master would be simple enough, but now she had to worry about Corin actively resisting as she had back in her chamber. It truly was a thorough test of her loyalty, and she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to pass her test.
At the Master’s reassurance that she would be his favorite upon success, however, her desire to succeed only swelled. Karen nodded and gave a determined smile. “I will not disappoint you, Master,” she said, turning and beginning the march out of the hall with the two orc escorts. Before the doors closed, however, a long, drawn out moan caught her ear that she immediately knew was from one of the Master’s harem girls impaling herself on his cock, and a deep blush appeared on the blonde woman’s cheeks at the thought that that would soon be her...
That thought was short-lived though, as a quick burst of cold air snapped her back to reality. After a moment, Karen got her bearings and started off towards the main gate where the faerie slave was set to be sold soon, with Corin in tow. As they walked, Karen looked back over her shoulder at the other woman, thinking for a moment before she spoke. “Please don’t make this too difficult for me...Corin,” she began, an almost pleading look in her eyes. “I know you’re here to test me, but...I’m so close... I would be forever grateful to you if you helped me succeed in this task.”
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Corin sighed gustily before nodding, as if she had much choice at this point. "I lied, I was just trying to escape, but i'm glad things seemed to have worked out for you at least. I'll help. whats your name by the way..." she asked with slight trepidation as she followed the womans lead.
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“Thank you...Corin,” Karen replied, smiling at the other woman’s willingness to cooperate with her as they continued to walk. At the question of her name, however, the blonde woman paused for a moment to think back on the things her masters usually called her, unsure of how to answer. “Well...the masters call me lots of things, like ‘girl’, ‘bitch’, ‘slut’, ‘cunt’, ‘whore’...” she replied, cheerfully reciting the various ‘names’ that she could remember her orc masters calling her as if they really were just an actual list of names. “I...don’t think I have a name like yours, though. So you can call me whatever you want until the Master gives me one, okay?”
With that, Karen smiled and refocused on the task at hand, her confidence renewed as the two slave girls continued en route to city’s main gate.
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Ananha: HP = 47, PP = 53, EP = 48, Status: Sealed [48], Bound.
Corin: HP = 38, PP = 32, EP = 30, Status = Chained to Karen
Karen: HP = 43, PP = 68, EP = 29, Status = Chained to Corin
Rolls
Spoiler: 20, 9. Corin notices something.
The trip was simple enough with Karen leading the way. It was not often that the broken woman was allowed to walk the city alone, normally she was accompanied by one or more of her masters. Although, in truth, she wasn't really alone on her latest excursion. Still, from her accompanied trips, her rare solitary journeys, and perhaps from something deeper, the blonde knew where she was going. Corin could only really tag along for the moment. She did pick up a little bit of information about the layout of the place that would potentially be useful for an escape. All the way up to the main street leading from the gate, she managed to garner useful tidbits of information. It helped to take her thoughts off the leers as they passed, too. Thankfully, however, the streets weren't particularly crowded, and none of the beast-men did anything physical to her.
The huntress was eventually pulled from her study of the city's layout by the sight of a suspicious looking orc. He was obviously young, barely more than a boy by any race's standards, and carried a cheap-looking vase. He waited in an alleyway, apparently scanning for something. That something happened to be them, the black-haired Badarian surmised as, as soon as he spotted them, he began to walk, looking burdened by a heavy weight, straight towards Karen. Except, by Corin's reckoning, his whole act, walk included, was painfully fake. And, indeed, whatever his overall plan was, he seemed ready to collide into Karen. It would have happened, too, as the slave didn't notice him while she surveyed the street for the slaver, except Corin managed to remove her blonde companion from the orc's path.
Whatever he had planned, Corin had managed to thwart it. He walked off to another alleyway, dejectedly, to lay in wait for unsuspecting slaves, no doubt.. Not long after, thankfully, they spotted, or more accurately overheard, the slaver who held Karen's goal. He was a very portly orc, a fact that wasn't made any less noticeable by the large collection of furs bundled over his plump body. A handaxe hung at his side. His entire being had a quality similar to grease, from his hair to his toes. "Oh, no, no, no. I won't be selling this specimen outside of the auctions. Not for anything so small as that pathetic coin purse, at least. Do you know how much one of the fertile faerie-folk will fetch me? That wouldn't even cover the sealing collar on her." As he spoke to another, more muscled, orc, the two discovered that even his voice was greasy-sounding. The other orc merely scoffed and walked away, muttering a few curses involving the word 'pig' under his breath as he went.
Next to the fat orc stood a woman. Her wrists and ankles were bound together, restricting her movement but still allowing her to walk. An intricately engraved iron collar hung on her neck. Though she was not the only slave the orc had brought to the main gate that day, Ananha was the last of them. The unhygienic slaver had refused to sell her for anything short of an exorbitant fee. And so the fey woman had watched as those slaves she had served with for many years were auctioned off to new masters, separated from her. But it wouldn't be long before she was with the orcs again, she knew.
Karen and Corin both recognized that the remaining woman was their goal. They were free to approach the slaver in an attempt to acquisition her. Given the chief's warning, it wasn't hard to figure out how they were expected to win the slaver's favor. Ananha was perfectly able to speak, if she found a reason to do so, and was capable of simple movements, albeit slowed by her two sets of manacles.
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The rest of the trip to the main gate was mostly uneventful, save for the sudden movement caused to her by Corin that helped keep her from bumping into one of her orc masters as he crossed the street. Karen issued a brief thank you to the black-haired woman before continuing on, locating her goal not long afterwards as the sound of the slaver’s voice caught her ear. He was a very portly and...un-kept looking orc, appearing as though he had perhaps not bathed in weeks. As a result, his musky scent was as pungent as his appearance, but instead of sending feelings of disgust through the blonde woman’s body, she felt herself beginning to grow wet in anticipation as his strong orcish musk – to which she had grown so accustomed – swirled in her mind along with thoughts of what her Master expected her to do with him in order to obtain her true goal, which was the lovely looking faerie slave that was standing next to him.
“Greetings, master orc,” Karen said as she approached, nodding her head to him respectfully. “My Master, the chief, sent me because he would like to purchase the faerie woman there next to you. He also instructed me to do...whatever I had to...” she paused, slowly slipping the neckline of her rags off one her shoulders with one hand, and lifting the bottom of them up to reveal her glistening pussy-lips with the other, “...to ‘convince’ you to sell her to him...”
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Corin wasn't overly surprised by her companions odd tactic, but they were shackled together and if she thought Corin was engaging in that kind of activity together she had another thing coming, Sadly if she was always engaged in this odd sexual fixation she seemed to have she would have to snap her out of it, and it seemed too deep for conversation to handle. Damnit, something had to give, and if it didn't give soon shit was going to get out of hand.
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The fey stood quietly beside the portly orc, trying not to draw attention to herself, a difficult feat given her position as the last slave being sold by the man. She was mostly just glad he hadn't thought to keep her for himself, just the thought of that slimeball bringing her back and forcing her to do the things she's been trapped here doing for... longer than she could figure out, disgusted her.
The current orc in a fairly long line left, and she suppressed a shiver, her thin rage doing very little to protect her from the cold, having been cut even smaller to show off her figure to prospective buyers. It also bothered a small spot between her shoulder blades, having caused a persistent itch there about an hour ago. She had tried to scratch it, but the manacles binding her arms together made it impossible to reach that spot. The orc selling her had given her a solid slap for trying, and since then she'd simply stood still, trying her best to ignore it.
Two slaves joined by a chain showed up only a moment after the last buyer left. Her gaze wandered over each of them without expression, save perhaps a bit of sadness. It lingered on Corin for a minute, though. She still wore the collar like it was a weight around her, bearing her down...
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Ananha: HP = 47, PP = 53, EP = 48, Status: Sealed [48], Bound.
Corin: HP = 38, PP = 32, EP = 30, Status = Chained to Karen
Karen: HP = 43, PP = 68, EP = 29, Status = Chained to Corin
The portly orc eyed Karen with curiosity as she approached and hailed him. His curiosity turned to lechery as she revealed herself to him. He grinned, wide and toothy, as he took a few slow steps towards the broken human, closing the distance. "Ah, you must be one of chief Dolbog's girls. He always did know how to make business transactions go much easier..." The Crolian woman could feel his eyes on her, undressing her. Though the greasy orc wasn't willing to leave it at just his eyes, as his hands moved to fondle the blonde. He went for her breasts first, a fairly common target for the beast-men, pinching and squeezing at her tender flesh without any consideration for how it made her feel. When he grew tired of that, which happened incredibly quickly, his hand trailed down to her crotch, swiftly shifting her impeding rags out of the way and roughly inserting not just one, but two fingers into her pussy.
"Yes... I think I can put your chief at the top of the list for buyers for some time with a fine specimen like you." The portly orc flexed his fingers as he talked. He began to put so much strength into bringing his hand up with Karen still penetrated on his fingers that it felt like he was trying to pull her to her tiptoes by her crotch. It quickly came to an end, however, with him withdrawing his digits from her before continuing. "Just follow me into my office in this alley and we'll conduct our busin- oh, what's this?" His abrupt question came at noticing that Karen's collar had a chain attached to another. His eyes followed that chain until they rested on the Badarian, Corin.
"Two girls? For me? Why, he shouldn't have. I might just have to shave ten percent off of my asking price for the faerie. Maybe even twenty! But let's give you a little inspection before we get too crazy, eh?" His hand began to move towards Corin's chest, much in the same way he had with the Crolian. If she did nothing, she would receive the same treatment as Karen had.
Of course, there were a few obvious options for the huntress. She could either let herself be molested and used, which was probably the worst choice from her perspective. But in the aftermath she might be able to pick up something useful from the orc while he was distracted. She could try to talk her way out of it, which would probably be difficult at best. Still, the greasy orc seemed the type to put profit over all, so she could try to play that angle. If she did well enough she might even manage to get something useful out of it all. Or, she could go along with him to a point and try to deal with the orc more permanently when they were secluded. He didn't seem very strong and two of them would probably be able to beat him, if she could convince the faerie or Karen to help. Having his weapon and anything else on his person might help later, if she could find a way to hide it. Of course, she would probably need to figure out how to reason out his murder with Karen.
The faerie's options were pretty limited. The portly beast-man would surely bring her along into the alleyway with the other two in order to keep an eye on her. It seemed very possible that she would be expected to join in on anything that transpired. Yet, if she could collude with the fiery-eyed huntress and do it well, it might be her best chance to take the first step on the road to escape.
Karen's options were probably pretty straightforward, but if she came up with something else that she wanted to try, for whatever reason, she could. Barring that, she would soon find herself being used by yet another orc. Though, in the girl's broken mind this might have been considered some sort of twisted reward.
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Corin was patient. It was the call of a master hunter to wait for the opportune moment, to strike quickly and without mercy. But being molested galled her as well. She didn't have long to think about it though and made her decision. She would deal with this oversized hunk of trash. and She'd do it right this time damnit. Letting him run his disgusting hands over her body she shyed away a little when his hand trailed lower. "We can continue this in your office, but Master Dolbog was quite clear about letting you sample both of us before we had everything in order, at which point we will be happily at your disposal" Corin said in her sultriest voice, acting a little playfully. This idiot obviously did all the thinking with his smaller head and this ploy should work fantastically, If it didn't the end result would be the same. Him, Alone, In a dark alley with a VERY pissed slave, the only difference being how much hatred she brought to bear. Regardless. As soon as they started moving and his back was turned she would try and get the new slaves attention and mime slitting his throat and pulling very slightly on the heavy chain around her neck. Even if Karen got in the way, It was almost impossible to yank someone off of someone else if a loop of chain was held tightly around their neck. Still, an attempt had to be made and as they started to move Corin started to whisper fiercely to the broken woman. "Remember who you are! Remember who you used to be! Your Friends, Your Family, Your Name! Anything! I will not let you get me killed! By the sword woman Remember who you used to be!!"
Stealth checks for several reasons, One of which being her motion to Shrike's character, Hiding the actions from both the orc and Karen, Another for hiding her words to Karen from the Orc. And Another still for keeping any attack she may make a secret from all parties not assisting.. This is were stealth becomes a bitch. Lets hope Karen is more helpful then harmful this time.
Re: Shackled (Courage Wolf and xgkf) GMed by Hafnium
Karen grunted softly as the orc went to grope and fondle her breasts, though more out of discomfort than anything else, having grown used to the slightly more...considerate attentions that her masters tended to give her. They weren’t often particularly gentle, but they tended to be much less brutish towards her since she didn’t resist like some of the other girls did. It made her almost thankful when he quickly pulled his hands away, but when two of his fingers were roughly pushed up into her moistened pussy she let out another soft squeal – this time of both discomfort and pleasure – as he flexed his digits and drove them deeper into her, nearly making the blonde woman stand up on her tiptoes.
When he withdrew his hands completely this time, Karen smiled at the orc’s words with the feeling that she had accomplished her task, and was prepared to follow him into the alley before he paused, taking noticed of the chain attached to her collar that lead back to Corin. As he made his way over towards her, Karen felt a tinge of fear at the back of her mind when she realized that the orc assumed that the other woman was there for his use as well, afraid of what the dark-haired woman would do in this situation.
She turned to try and meet her eyes with Corin’s, giving her a look that was both deeply apologetic, and at the same time pleading. Karen had hoped and tried to keep the orc’s focus on her, which was why she presented herself and her intentions so readily to him, but now that he had taken interest in the other woman as well she had no choice but hope that Corin would keep the promise that she had made to help her.
When it seemed as though the other woman was not going to and cause trouble, Karen let out a soft sigh of relief as the orc began mimicking what he had just done to her with Corin. At the other woman’s comment that they would be happily at the orc’s disposal, Karen smiled and lightly hopped over to them. “Very happily~” she cooed, running her hands up and down one of the orc’s arms.
After a few moments they began moving towards the alley when Corin’s voice caught her ear, her words quiet in a whisper but containing a glaring incessance as if they were being shouted directly into her face. Karen visibly flinched at the woman’s words. ‘Remember...’ the word echoed in her mind, causing images of...something to flash through her consciousness. They were brief, and fast, barely lasting an instant before vanishing back into the dark recesses of her mind, making it impossible for any sense to be made of them... But there was something else accompanying those images as well... Pain... Immense, indescribable pain...the only mercy from it being that it only lasted for the instant that each image flashed through the girl’s mind before it was gone again.
A moment later Karen shook her head, and her thoughts were cleared as she was brought back to reality. “W-What do you mean? This is who I am,” she replied in her usual cheerful tone, resuming her pace in following the orc as if nothing had happened. She then felt a discomfort in her eyes and brought a hand up to wipe them, surprised slightly when they came back damp with tears that had begun to form. “Huh... Why are my eyes watering?” she asked quizzically, more to herself than anyone else, before drying them with her rags and continuing on behind the orc.
You threw me for a minute, Wolf. I had to add to my post after seeing that you beat me to the reply.
