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3 vs 9 no more fires this time
6 vs 5. her other fire fizzles but there's a spot on the trunk that will start burning.
Vine wants her face! it bounces off her cheek
Vine fucks her moar!
Christine resists orgasm! fails. Christine cums, AP Reset to 1.
AP 1

Fighting the rising sensations, Christine managed to turn her face as her other fire was destroyed and the vine shot for her mouth, sliding over her cheek while the vine below redoubled it's efforts, fucking her hard and deep, soon sending her into a shuddering, screaming climax that left her body feeling sluggish and warm, dazed for a round and momentarily helpless.

9 vs 9-1 =8 Vine is back in her mouth. Drugged 2.5/4
Vine fucks her some more, AP raised to 3
Vine regrabs her leg cos stunned, is now fully bound again.

Reclaiming her mouth, and her leg, a thick drop of that heady substance rolled down her tongue and into her body, making her warmer, and the tendril below so much nicer as it continued to twist and writhe inside her, moaning around the one her lips were wrapped around as she was pulled back up tight against the wall like the breeder slave Cypress wanted, back in the proper position and being taken from both ends again.
 
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The pleasure keeps building up and Christine can't help but moan as she cums, losing her concentration again. Gagging as the persistent vine claims her mouth again, Christine struggles in her bounds, starting to sweat as she once more tries to conjure fire, knowing that this might well be her last chance.
 
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DC 5 +drugged 2.5 is 5 +1 from earlier is 6 for 11
Roll : 10
Nope.
Drugged 3.5 now.
Fucking continues.
Drugged 4, spellwork impossible, Christine is complacent again.

Giving it one last chance, she simply couldn't get it, her desperation causing little wisps and sparks to curl into the air but nothing to coalesce into usable fires while the vine in her mouth gave her another hearty dose, and the one still thrusting and twisting into her folds continued to smear it into her inner walls, soon her ability to fight completely removed. When the vine below came, filling her with that sap and heat, bathing her seeds again, she came hard, and was left a squirming, mewling incubator on the wall, and it wouldn't stop, fucking her steadily and insistently from one orgasm to the next while the vine in her mouth continued to work her throat, soon a gag reflex simply being non existant as the drug and constant attention removed it.

it moved easily now, dripping the narcotic in a steady stream down her throat and the constant fucking below soon had her mind focused on only that pleasure as each orgasm built behind the last for over an hour, the drug this time refusing to let her sleep until she felt her womb shift, and a pressure build.

Still here! Wonderful! You're going to be so happy here! But you need a better name. Slaves always have new names. How about... Kitten. That's a good name for a pet and slave isn't it. Cypress said, slipping into the tree and watching Christine cum again, moving to her and rubbing her belly. Mmm you're gonna pop soon, all those little seeds free to make room for new ones. It'll be so nice. she cooed, stroking Christine's face and squeezing the vine in her mouth firmly, sending a huge spurt of the drug into her stomach.

They're hard to make you know. Slave Collars for Kitsune, so slippery. But so worth it. I have one for you. It'll take away all your magic unless I say so. Perfect for a slave. she continued, hand dropping to toy with her clit.
 
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Almost...there... are Christine's last thoughts before another orgasm hits her while the hated tendril keeps fucking her throat. Feeling dull inside, Christine keeps trying to call up magic only for nothing to happen as she feels more and more drugs pumped into her pussy and her stomach.

Almost an hour later, she's still trying to get the tentacle out of her mouth when Cypress comes back. Glaring at the dryad, she's too tired to give much of a reaction.
 
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Cypress giggled at the glare, before heading over to the bed and getting something. Returning, she fed it around Christine's neck. It was the promised collar, made of a living wreathe of hard wood and soft vines, growing into itself seamlessly and sizing to be snug around her neck, the vines all becoming veined in frost blue while Christine felt her magic dissolve.

There we go. Much safer. Cypress said, just in time for Christine to cum again right in front of her whether she wanted to or not, while the tendrils pulled away from her slit and mouth. Reaching passed her, she brushed the trees wall and a vine slid into the back of her collar, growing into it like a chain or leash, while Cypress went back to stroking her petals and clit, still so incredibly sensitive after all this and her core squirming.

Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I promise to make sure you're good and addicted to my nectar so even if you escape you have to come back. It's easier if you just abandon all hope now, and O! It's starting! she said conversationally as the first of the seeds started to work free, squirming from her womb and out of her body, propelled on small little tendrils that wriggled as Cypress picked them up and put them into a little box she fished from under the bed, keeping them safe.

Christine laid 16 seeds in total before she was back to normal, and Cypress moved to get a chair, pulling it up nearby, looking at her bound kitsune as another tendril began sliding along her inner thighs. Excited for more pleasure and another big batch of seeds? Cypress asked, giggling happily.
 
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As the collar drains her magic away, Christine feels sudden despair. Until now she had thought she could escape, but with the collar that seemed like something very remote. Closing her eyes, Christine refuses to answer to Cypress, finding small rebellion where she can. Then the birthing starts and Christine finds herself squirming somewhere between pleasure and discomfort as the seeds extract themselves from her.

Exhausted and mostly just wishing to sleep, Christine still doesn't answer, refusing to even look at her captor.
 
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She remembered Dillian's knife was still in her clothing when she'd wound up in this tree, or was it another tree. Who could fucking tell. And if Cypress hadn't gone through her shit it'd still be there. But reaching it.... issue.

The birthing done and refusing to look at Cypress, the Dryad pouted before reaching down and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look into her eyes. You can listen to me, or I can find a proper animal to fuck the Vixen. Ever had a Wolf's knot? It's quite the experience. she said, vines squirming over her body. A little strap here, a little strap there and I can have you mewling on all fours in no time. Think on that for a bit. she said, leaving Christine to herself to rest for now.

Christine wouldn't find it hard to sleep as she was, exhausted, but when she woke up she'd see a proper Wolf standing in front of her, looking her over with Cypress standing above it, stroking it's head. Training Day Kitten. My way, or My way, you'll learn. Can't sell you if you don't learn to obey properly.
 
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Though she is exhausted, being tied up hampers her sleep and Christine sleeps fitfully in her restraints. Waking up, she immediately tests her restraints, and upon discovering that she's still bound, sullenly stops paying attention to Cypress, instead focusing her gaze on the wolf. If only she could touch the wolf's mind... but she might as well wish she were unbound and could deck Cypress in her smug face.
 
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The restraints fall away one by one, all save the tether attached to her collar. This is Oberon. He was JUUUUST like you once. Tired, distressed, eager. Very enthusiastic lover. It only took me a month to completely bring him in line. Wolf spirits crave a leader in the end. He's quite the man as well. she said, the wolf looking at her from amber eyes, a beautiful sheen to his grey and white fur, which he shook slightly, before looking up at Cypress, who shook her head.

Not yet. No reason to be cruel, maybe she's more even tempered then we think. She said, running her fingers over a collar identical to Christine's current one, and running with a grey pulse now and again where Christine's was a white blue. He was just like she was, a slave. And whether she could charm anything in her current state was still unknown. But Cypress had her attention fully on Christine. Stand up, stretch those legs. she said firmly, one hand on her hip, the other on Oberon.
 
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Grunting when she falls on her ass as the restraints fall off, Christine keeps looking at the wolf and reaches out with her mind, gently trying to touch its. Not wanting to get punished just yet, she slowly stands up, starting to stretch herself a bit. She really was quite stiff after the night.
 
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Reaching out with her mind is EXTREMELY difficult as opposed to her usual access because of the Collar and would likely have failed if Oberon wasn't doing the same. His mind is incredibly well ordered, including his place under Cypress, or whoever could Best her as his Alpha, she had established herself well to the man during his breaking and enslavement as well.

Hello Kitten. That is your name now until you earn a new one. It will suit though Vixen would suit better. It is not appropriately demeaning. We will be made to get to know eachother better. Oberon said, his mental voice deep and smooth.

Cypress meanwhile nodded as Christine stood and stretched. I imagine I'll have you put in your place in 2 weeks. It'll be a new personal record. We'll see. she said, seemingly intent on drawing out Christine's rebellion early so she could start Removing it.
 
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*Intriguing* is all Christine thinks back at Oberon before withdrawing to herself. She would not be able to bend that mind out of shape right now, that was for certain. "Want to make that into a bet?" comes out of her mouth before Christine has time to think it through.
 
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Ahh, the first real defiance, I was wondering! And always so interesting! Let's hear this bet, and you spoke out of turn. 1 punishment. You may speak now. And you will adress me as Mistress. Cypress said, tilting her head and narrowing her gaze at the end of her own words, Oberon tilting his head to match, his eyes curious but resigned to seeing her failure.
 
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Stopping for a moment to collect her thoughts, Christine finally turns to look at Cypress. "If you win, I promise not to burn down the entire forest when I escape. If I win, you'll let me go... mistress."
 
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Hrm? So that's the impression you're under. Do you really believe the other fey, or even the Wildheart itself would allow that? The fairies, Okami? Few in number anymore surely but far stronger then a two tailed little vixen new to the grand game. but... as long as I've been doing this, if I can't break you in 2 weeks then I will have failed myself anyway and you'd likely be too unruly to sell. You'd wind up broken minded as a breeding vessel and with so few left, Kitsunes I mean, and you likely being the last of the Winter Foxes, Well. i'm against Destroying the beautiful. Alright Kitten come 2 weeks time, I will leave every gate, defense, and door open, also removing your restraints in the process, straight to your companions. If you can work up the will to leave, you win, and can leave. If you cannot, my forest is safe from your vengeance not on this one instant, but until the day of your death, and the same will hold true of your companions. she said, thinking about it before twisting Christine's terms to something more fitting, though the twist was minor and more to remove the obscene loophole Christine had fit into the bargain.

But you know Kitten... That means the gloves are off. If you accept then Accept. she said, opening Oberon's mouth with her hand and pressing up on his fang until her palm bled, gesturing for Christine to do the same, another blood oath, It WOULD be binding, including the complete throwing open of all the doors and defenses for her in 2 weeks time.
 
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Christine stops for several moments to think the wording over. Realizing that she probably wouldn't get a better bargain, the kitsune grunts. "I accept." Using Oberon's fang, she draws blood just as Cypress did.
 
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Then let's get started shall we. Cypress said, grinning as she slapped her hand to Christine's and squeezed, the oath sealed and binding in blood.

And of course, you didn't refer to me as Mistress, that's 2 punishments. Not bad at all for your first 15 minutes here. she said, laughing, thinking them over. She obviously didn't think for long though as a vine shot down and lashed across Christine's ass stingingly. Not calling me Mistress isn't the most dire of things, so early in your training. But your earlier offense, speaking out of turn was. she mused, before gesturing at her feet. Kneel. I really must sort out that mouth of yours.
 
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Christine flinches as the vine slaps her ass, but doesn't speak any further, doing as she's told instead.
 
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Cypress reaches down and strokes her head, toying with one of her ears before looking at Oberon and then a cabinet. Stay. Oberon, if she doesn't mount and fuck her. she says, moving over to the cabinet and removing something. Much like everything in here, most things seemed to be grown or growing, and whether she moved and wound up mounted, or stayed, she'd find a wide pulsing green orb pulled into her mouth, a complex harness pulling around her face tightly to seal the gag into place, the gag leaking that horrible but sweet and not unpleasing nectar into her mouth very slowly, making her burn slightly in arousal but not fogging her mind, playing only on her sensitivity.

The best way to stop someone from speaking is to simply make them appreciate using their mouths for something else, like sucking on something thick and sweet. she said, stroking the ball, causing it to grow further into her mouth a little, the growth feeling suspiciously phallic under her tongue and dripping the drug like pre onto her tongue the more she moaned, tried to speak, or licked along it.
 
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Not seeing any other options, Christine simply waits for Cypress. Wincing slightly as she sees the coating on the gag, she doesn't stop Cypress from putting it in place. Gagging as it starts to grow, she does her best to not stimulate the gag any more than she has to.
 
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