Damsels and Dungeons

[xavierrol]

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The City of Yartar was still teaming with life as the business of commerce began to give way to the somewhat more relaxed business of whatever happiness the denizens could find or afford. It was a cross roads town, largely catering to either the caravans going east and west, or the barges going north and south. Most cargo simply passed through the town on its way to or from greater cities and markets. However the modest produce of the Dessarin Valley would begin its journey at this regional hub of transport. The valley was blessed with fertile soil and a hardworking populace that added more than its share of food stuffs and finished goods bringing a measure of peace and prosperity to the land. The kind of place people could raise a family of strapping young lads and beautiful lasses. While mostly human, the occasional halfling and even some elves were a frequent and welcome sight.

This night though, there were storm clouds on the horizon, both literally and figuratively. A late spring storm was sweeping in from the western sea and rumors of disappearing maidens in the valley below Yartar had been circulating since the spring thaw set in. The storm was real enough, people could feel it in the air, so far though the rumors were just that, rumors. From the security of Yartar and the Waterbaron's Shields of Yartar, it was easy to dismiss such grumblings as bored milk maids looking for a better, more interesting life. Even if there was some truth to them, certainly the fine ladies of Yartar were safe here in the fortified city. One couldn't just drag a screaming damsel off the street without arousing a forceful response. Not that Yartar was without crime by any means, it just required a certain amount of subtlety. The ladies of the Hand of Yartar could pick pockets or slit throats and be long gone before anyone was the wiser. But even they knew not to be too flagrant and were careful not to cause more trouble than a few well placed bribes could soothe.

 

[xavierrol]

White Winged Griffon - Private Room

Noticing the cute elf's face nuzzling her cleavage, Nareen reaches up and squeezes her heavy globes together, smothering the elf in her flesh. "I've never been allergic to anything before, are you sure you haven't cast some spell on me? That would be very naughty and I would need to punish you." She said, her voice taking on a slightly sterner tone as if she were perhaps growing angry but could also just be play acting.

She knelt down and gripped the elf's light dress, already bunched up at her waist, and pulled it down to the floor. Her eyes followed up and down the smaller woman's body before she stood and removed the rest of her own. A soft, neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair visible as she stood looking at the elf whose hands were still bound behind her. "I almost have you right where I want you." She said as she picked up yet another length of rope.

 

[skyfetcher]

East of Yartar; The Barge

"...alright then, if it is not too much trouble." Again Jenine eyed the craft. Did she already think it dinky? Still, transit was transit.

Although a little bird in her stomach fluttered as she watched Lydia's motions. If they would stop her was one thing, but admittedly, this chance meeting seemed a touch too likely. It's nothing. Even if it is, who cares.

This is why I won't live to be thirty, she berated herself mentally as the board availed itself for her. Walking into strange boats with strange people... her anxiety was visible as she picked herself up and started to board. How old am I anyways, ah, who's keeping count.

Her suspicion was evident as she came closer, yet it did little to break her stride. Contradictory, she was sure. Just one of her little quirks. She was most of the way up before she paused. Not able to wait much longer. "This is a normal trade vessel from a company of repute, right?" she stated with a bit of skepticism. No, she didn't know anything, but she was far up enough that the orc likely didn't have much reason to hide longer, and hiding behind Lydia definitely left a few clues that made Jenine weary. More to the point, the more she saw, the less it looked like quarters any well-off lady would put up with... let alone this one between a distinct smell and the deck she starting to see clearly. I mean, I'd live with it, but I've seen enough stuck-up brats and people thinking highly of themselves...

 

[Ahlanna]

The Barge

Lydia sees the doubt and the hesitation in her quarry's eyes.

One little ordeal and then you can start the rest of your life, my pet. All you have to do is come to me.

Really Jenine should be close enough already, but Lydia prefers sure things. "It's a bit squalid, I know. I was *expecting* to stay with my carriage, until the question of the security of the road loomed. And this was the only ship we had at the rendevous headed for Yartar. I'm certainly going to speak to our factors about the scent after we arrive - it's not some fishing trawler, after all. "

But Plark had enough. There was woman to be had, and she was close enough to take! He lumbers forward, in an attempt to grab the girl on the gangplank.

Lydia whirls her head as the cloaked orc shoves his way past, "Melchor, what in the name of Waukeen's gilded ass do you think you're doing?"

 

[Ahlanna]

Beldabar's Rest

Ixana peers back into Ivan's dreamy eyes. Willpower has never been her defining quality, and she allows him to lead. As he clearly leans in for a kiss, the young blonde responds, tilting her head as her lips seek his. Her eyes drift closed as she presses into the kiss, mmring softly. Instinctively she moves closer and ... bumps into the edge of the table.

Oh shit, that was clumsy!

Ixana's usually much more fluid than this, but the poor man's tale of woe - and, being totally honest with herself, his charm, his insanely good looks, and of course his kind heart, looking to help out those in trouble - has her blonde little head spinning.

Breaking off for a moment, she gives a girlish little giggle. "One second!"

Standing up she sweeps around to his side of the table, briefly considers sitting in his lap. No, people are looking to her as a leader now. She needs to be decisive! Confident.

So, very decisively, she offers her hand to Ivan, "We will be continuing this discussion in my room, good sir."

Of course, Ix being Ix, she's forgotten about the gnome working on his craft in their room. But that's totally not her fault, Ivan is distracting!

 

[skyfetcher]

East of Yartar; The Barge

Jenine honestly didn't need the explanation... legitimate or not, it was at least a ship, and regardless of what came from behind the corner --

She froze. Only for a second, but with her slackened jaw and deer-eyed stare, she obviously was not expecting an orc. Fantasy was one thing.

The maiden jumped back with a shriek. The plank, reasonably stable before, was clearly treacherous as Jenine scrambled for footing. Her rump hit the side, and for a moment, the shock of an orc - an actual orc! - was overcome by her clutching to the side just to keep from a steep drop into the water. Capture was easy, even if she'd not go quietly or without a few swings if handled carelessly...

 

[Ahlanna]

The Barge

Plark (the Shifty!) lumbers forward, attempting to wrap big green arms around the flailing Jenine. "You stay here!"

Lydia, for her part, climbs over the side onto the gangplank to cut off any path of retreat. The stupid orc was ruining everything! "Take her now!" Lydia calls out to the rest of the crew, not particularly trusting Plark not to blow it. The ominous sound of several orcish feet echo across the planking as Plark tries to wrestle the struggling girl on board.

Lydia makes her way up the rest of the gangplank, careful to keep her face out of thrashing range of the peasant girl's head. "Hush now, hush. All fighting will do is get their blood up."

She's no orc, but then again, Jenine's no amazon, and Lydia is fairly quick on her feet. Even if Jenine squirms out of Plark's strong grasp, the sorceress feels she's got a good shot at preventing escape. Meanwhile, the other orcs close in, even as Jenine manages to drive an elbow into Plark's gut.

"Ow! You still now!"

Normally this would be the part where she binds the woman's hands. Of course, given the fluidity of her own situation on board, Lydia did not yet have any instruments of bondage. "You there! Tie her wrists! And can we get a hood somewhere?" Technically, Lydia has no authority to take control of the capture, but she's not letting that stop her from trying.

 

[xavierrol]

Beldabar's Rest

Nock had quite the moral dilemma as he tinkered idly with the wrist bindings Ixana had suggested. They were easy enough to escape from if someone knew how but there was so much MORE he could do with something like this. He thought about a Charm Person spell, after she had so firmly put him into the 'friend zone' it was clear the only way he was ever going to get his eager little hands on those luscious tits was through some magical slight of hand. Of course once the charm wore off, she would know he had charmed her and that would likely be the end of what passed for a relationship between them. But boy would it be glorious while it lasted! Then he thought, maybe Command would be a bit more clever, though there was only so much he could do with one word. Then in a moment of sheer brilliance, or perhaps fatigue, he thought 'why not both?' He would charm the wearer when they went on, the command her to 'forget' when they came off. It was brilliant, at least he told himself, he would just have to make sure he was the one putting them on her and that she was around when they came off. What could possibly go wrong with such a cunning plan?

***

The kiss didn't quite happen the way he had planned it, in fact it didn't happen at all, But all was not lost as he got the precious invite to her room, little suspecting they would have company. Lars watched them silently, Ivan giving him a nod as he looked down his nose at the scruffy loser, practically strutting as he walked with the gorgeous blonde on his arm.

Nock had bolted the door so as not to get caught in his naughty act of placing spells on the otherwise clever wrist bindings he had made. He felt a little guilty about doing this to Ixana, but he was clearly thinking with his dick, but who could blame him with a roommate like Ixana? She was unapproachable for someone like Nock, she really had left him no choice.

Ivan would think it a little odd when Ixana had to be let into her own room, his otherwise strong jaw, nearly hit the floor when he saw who opened it though. This was certainly not what he had in mind when they started this way.

 

[xavierrol]

The Barge

As Plark begins to bungle things, Grull moves forward. His initial concern was to keep Lydia from making a break for it but it was soon clear she had a rather vested interest in taking this next captive. Even though Grull was by most measures, the brightest of the orcs on board, that wasn't a real high bar, and he didn't spend much time thinking about the half elf's motivation. He just naturally suspected she would be up to no good, but he had a hard time putting his finger on just how she was trying to escape. He had his long whip in one hand, ready to lash it out to ensnare her if she made a break for it. He nearly struck as she jumped onto the gangplank but then saw she was blocking the escape of their new slave.

He was ready to take control of the situation, drawing a deep breath in preparation for bellowing orders in his deep voice. But he was cut short by Lydia giving orders of her own, to bind the maiden's wrists. It was difficult to argue with that as being a good idea given the circumstances. When she called for a hood he found himself doubling back to get one. His face looked a bit puzzled as he found himself following the half elf's orders but her voice, though not half as loud as his, simply compelled obedience. She was after all only doing what HE had told her to do, so he was still in charge, wasn't he?. As he returned to the struggle, Lydia had matters under control. Gnosh gave him a bit of an odd look as he handed the hood to him to put on the maiden, just as Lydia had directed.

He looked to Lydia almost as if to ask what to do next. But this time he caught himself. "Lock her up, grab poles, push away from the bank." He told the others, his voice a little quiet and sounding just a bit uncertain. "Back on the barge." He told Lydia, locking eyes with her in what would seem an unlikely contest of dominance considering the size difference between them. The crew would have their fun tonight, and he would teach this half elf her proper place on HIS barge. Little did Grull know that brute strength and ruthlessness were not the only ways to control orcs.

 

[Ahlanna]

Beldabar's Rest

Ixana escorts Ivan back to the hallway to the rooms in a classy manner. But once they're out of the common room, Ivan gets that kiss after all. The blonde throws her arms around his torso and pushes her lips upward to meet his, causing her front to squish into his defined chest. After holding the kiss for a moment, Ixana breaks it to breathe. "Mm. You're a very bad man ... think of all those poor girl's hearts out there!"

With an impish grin, she grabs Ivan's belt and leads him along in a far less high-mannered fashion than before. She gnaws her lower lip gently and grins at the handsome warrior as she feels behind her for the bedroom door handle. Damn thing doesn't want to open. She could have sworn the latch moved, but the door stays stubbornly closed for some reason. She breathes to the warrior, "Hold on a moment, I need to have words with this door. It's more stubborn than that Lars fell ... oh, shit! Nock!"

Ixana's eyes widen as the gnome pulls open the door, and she covers her mouth with her hand in surprise, "I forgot ... I mean ..." she straightens up, "I found you a bodyguard. Ivan, this is Master Binder Nocknoss, the artisan I was telling you about. Nock, this is Ivan a uh ... fine warrior who has agreed to assist us tomorrow."

She brushes her hair out of her eyes and checks to make sure her bodice doesn't need adjusting, but it seems fine. Ivan has been a perfect gentleman so far.

 

[xavierrol]

Beldabar's Rest

Ivan's arms pulled Ixana's curvy body hard against him, mashing her generous bosom into his hard chest. "Yours is the only heart that concerns me." He tells her, still tasting her lips on his.
He has a rather silly smile on his face as he feels Ixana's hand on his belt, leading him somewhat lewdly to her room. This would be a definite side benefit to the job, such a tight little body and she wasn't nearly the lady she had posed as in the public room. His hands were just reaching up to her breasts to squeeze them through her bodice when the door flew open. His hands pulled down like a schoolboy caught by the headmaster, but as he looked at the open door he saw no one, at least not until he looked down.

***

Having lost all track of time, Nock paged furiously through his notes, he wasn't really sure how long Ix had been gone but the last thing he needed was her interrupting him, or worse, seeing just what he was doing. Then at the last moment he saw an important note in the margins. If applied near a pulse point, can be used to Arouse, instead of charm. Damn that was perfect and the bindings would be neatly located over the pulse point of her wrists. He made the final adjustments, now all he needed was Ixana to test it out. A devious smile lit up his face as he heard the latch click, it had to be Ixana. His little legs took him to the door and he slide the bolt free and opened it wide. There is Ixana, but she looks surprised, and maybe a bit disappointed to see him. Then his eyes shift and he sees a veritable Adonis of a warrior standing in the hall with her. At his height he can barely miss the obvious arousal in the warrior, making him wonder just what the two of them had been doing outside the door.

"What the..." Nock's voice drifted off before he finished his sentence. Whatever guilt he had felt about imbuing some magic into the bindings Ixana would be wearing suddenly melted away in a jealous rage. He was going to need all the help he could get to compete romantically with what looked like a combination adventurer and male stripper. Nock's eyes squinted with scrutiny as he eyes up the rival for Ixana. Ivan gives a small laugh, showing just how concerned he is about competition for Ixana's charms, however he clearly sees the little gnome as an inconvenience. "Don't worry little fella, I'll keep you safe, as long as you stay on her good side." He rubbed Nock's head through his hat, pushing it down over his eyes. The gnome swatted at the large human's hands but seemed like a gnat buzzing about an eagle. Nock hated being patted on the head by humans more than just about anything. He took off his hat to straighten it before closing the door behind them all.

 

[skyfetcher]

The Barge

Faced with imminent capture by a creature that was as good as an enemy of the human race, something about him telling her to stay was downright comical. Despite her thrashes respectably effective knees, she had the wits to retort, "I think not!"

What she thought was soon irrelevant however... the greenskin's muscle was far beyond hers, and as she fleetingly noticed while being hauled to her feet, this one was if anything the runt of the band. Holy hells are these things big... Lydia's advice fell on deaf ears. If anything, it earned a hurt scowl - rather good for a woman in her position. She may have been half-struck with fear, but the other half was crossed between the uncanny fantasy of it all and the leadership of the obvious ringleader of the group. This woman was clearly it; the orc that had stepped out later was surely some deputy, a second to the unlikely leader.

One thing for humans to lead bandits, another for an apparent elven-kin to lead orcs...

Though her wrists were 'free' for the moment, they were as good as bound with meaty hands that wrenched them behind. It didn't stop her motions, as much as they began to die down into huffs and sullen jerks that yielded her inches the first few times. An arm across her chest finished that, rendering her firmly in grasp as the barge began to float from shore at the quick efforts of her surrounding captors. She hardly noticed the gangplank raising. Damn, they're good... she stared between the various faces that leered. A ravenous lot lot that clearly saw their new piece of red meat for all it could offer them... and something in the village girl's loins stirred at their appreciation even as she fairly withered beneath them.

She glared at the orc who bared her restraints, a coil of simple brown rope that was soon strictly applied to her wrists. Though she didn't make it easy, the fact was it only took moments to render her arms crossed and useless behind her. She could appreciate the simple gesture... but she only had moments before rude prodding sent her stumbling across the deck, nearly tripping over her own skirt she suspected would not protect her for very long. "Why so tight," she whined quietly as the rope bit in, thankfully marking the long sleeve of her blouse rather than her bare skin, at least for the moment.

And now, the fantasizing woman was to be introduced to an all-too-real cell to await the destiny set upon her on so very short notice...

 

[Ahlanna]

The Barge

Lydia gives Jenine's butt a playful swat through her skirt, "Don't worry, pet, once we get you chained up properly, you can do all the thrashing your heart desires."

Hopefully she would be able to attend to the poor thing after some of her initiation ordeal. Straightening, the half elf looks to Grull. "I assume we have shackles around, with nice broad cuffs?" In the absence of a rope-artist, chafing tended to be a problem. And she was pretty sure the little band wasn't skilled in slave-care. Yet.

Plark and Gnosh start to drag the bound woman to the cells.

Looking over to Grull with a pleased expression on her lips, Lydia approaches the war chief, "Mmm. That was fun. And you led so well." her fingers trace up Grull's muscular arm. "So lets make sure our new guest is properly entertained, but we should also set schedules for deck duty and fuck duty. We don't want the whole gang sleeping it off at the same time and no one watching the river, after all. But if we have a schedule so that each one knows when they get to fuck her, there should mostly be grumbling and not open rebellion."

"As for you, chief ..." Her hand teases it's way down the front of his codpiece. "I think several shifts of back-to-back fuck duty are in order, don't you?" Seeking the large shaft hidden within, Lydia's fingers begin to tease over the green monster. It'd keep him calm(ish) and perhaps a little worn out by the time they got to the city.

Hopefully by the time they reach Yartar, she'd have the orc chief exactly where she wanted him. Because really, her little gang needed proper supplies and outfitting. She knew they could afford it, thanks to her fat coinpurse, but didn't trust the discrimination of their taste. Of course, they'd need several barrels of alcohol too. It was important to lodge in the band's mind a dramatic difference between their pre- and post-Lydia lives.

And not to forget, she had a new pet to take care of. She was sure the orcs would do a fine job of applying the stick, so Lydia needed to prep some carrots for the girl.

 

[Ahlanna]

Beldabar's Rest

It was a bit of a dilemma. Ixana had expected to bed the hunky adventurer ... but of course, she can't just pretend Nock is chopped liver. She swishes into the room, wincing a bit when Ivan rubs the gnome's head. "He's quite the crafter, and a good shot with a crossbow."

To the little gnome, she asks, "How's it going? Maybe I should test one of the designs out - so that you can take a dinner break. Can't work all evening, you know!"

It was important to make sure that the work was convincing. Ixana trusted Nock's skill, of course, but this was a perfect opportunity to make sure there were no glaring weaknesses while there was still time left to do something about it. If Ivan couldn't spot any issues, it was unlikely the miscreants would. Oh! She should model her slave outfit, for Ivan too! Ixana thought he'd approve at least in private - it was a strappy indecent thing. But it would guarantee the guards were distracted, right? Though she did worry a little that Ivan might be too much of a gentleman to let her wear it during the actual event. Hmm. Maybe she *shouldn't* demonstrate it now after all.

"Ivan, you do understand this job may require me to appear in a standard of dress somewhat unbecoming of station, yes? I do hope your gallant nature can bear it."

 

[xavierrol]

The Barge

Grull looked at Lydia with a somewhat blank expression. The simple words she had used previously were getting a bit harder to follow. "Shackles, yes." Which was about the only part of what she said that made any sense to him. He opened one of the cell doors and a set of metal cuffs which still appeared soiled with the blood of its last occupant hung from the ceiling. "Very strong." He told her as if seeking her approval of his task before catching himself once more. "But orcs fuck first then shackle, no room for many orcs in cell." A bit of confidence returning to his gruff voice as he got himself back onto the more familiar ground of fucking slaves. He was trying to remember what he was supposed to be coming towards Lydia for, something like binding and gagging her, but her touch seemed to drive such thoughts from his mind, he wasn't particularly good at compartmentalizing.

"Grull lead many raids, take many slaves." He said, reaffirming her own flattery of him. It was a bit more boast than fact, but for a guy who needed to take off his boots to count over ten, he wasn't blatantly lying. "Dick duty, fuck duty, what is the difference?." He asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression before his eyes began to focus on her breasts. Typically the chief would have first sample of any new slaves but Grull still hadn't finished his business with Lydia and he was already pushing his luck with the crew. Trying to keep two of two slaves to himself would likely mean he was fighting them all before the moon rose. He puzzled over the word schedule for a few moments then came to some realization. "Oh that easy, big orcs fuck first, then smaller, they work it out." He said, nodding to her as if they were on the same page, scheduling orcs was easy, or at least Grull thought so. "You tell little orcs to watch river, steer barge, they not like it but they obey."

As her hand stroked his codpiece he was pretty much done discussing ship's business. He smiled wickedly then stooped slightly to scoop her up over his shoulder. Walking back towards his cabin she would have a good view from her elevated position to bark out any orders she might want to throw out there but she would need to be quick about it. Whether the orcs would listen or not, was another matter, though they had clearly seen her acting as something of a peer to their chief, even if he was hauling her to his cabin for fuck duty. She also had full use of her mouth and hands, at least for the moment.

 

[xavierrol]

"Well that's terrific." Ivan said in about the most condescending voice one might imagine. "A crafting gnome, who knew. Probably best to keep the real fighters at more than arms length." He continued, clearly not caring much for someone who couldn't face his enemies steel on steel. Ivan was a bit quicker to catch on to Ixana's attempt to get Nock out of the room for a bit.

Nock bristles but at Ixana's mention of testing out his handiwork, he decides to ignore Ivan's taunts and let his craft speak for itself. "Yea, let's have you test it out." He says eagerly as he turns and gets the wrist binders he had crafted especially for her. He handed them to her, but still held the key so she wouldn't be able to open them just yet. "They look pretty solid don't they?" He asked eagerly, but then he heard Ixana warn Ivan about her planned outfit. "Well maybe we should see it, you know, get the full effect." He told her, encouraging her desire to show off her body. "We can, you know, turn our backs." Nock offered in a bit of chivalry, though he had clearly positioned himself to be able to watch Ixana through the mirror on the far wall.

Ivan wasn't wild about the delay, but the idea of Ixana changing into something real sexy was certainly incentive enough to be a little patient. He was oblivious to Nock's mirror ploy, though fairly confident he was soon going to do much more than sneak a peek at those heavenly breasts. "There is no shame in doing what is best for the cause." He said as if to reassure her he would think no less of her.

 

[xavierrol]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall @ChrisGabriel

Alma sat and enjoyed the interaction of her two guests. Both were quite attractive though so very different in personalities and experiences. She didn't stay passive for too long though as she stood and approached the two women. Curious she looked behind Tathariel's back, enjoying the view and also noting she seemed to have her hands nearly free, a fact her two younger thieves seemed to miss. As the alchemist toyed with the elf, Alma took the toy from her and pressed it against Betty's lips. "Best to warm it a bit I think." She suggested as she took a handful of Betty's hair and then pressed the phallus into her mouth.

She allowed the alchemist's hands free reign of the elf's body as she stroked and twisted the phallus into her mouth. Only after several moments of this did she slip it out and then press it to the elf's nether lips. Alma's experience and her own dexterity gave her a gentle touch as she spread Tathariel's inner lips and pressed the toy to her opening. She rocked it gently even giving it a slight twist. Betty's healing salve had done wonders to heal the elf's earlier usage and to lubricate her even if not fully necessary.

As the toy slid into Tathariel, Alma fingered her clit to full arousal before nestling the arm of the phallus firmly against her sensitive nub. "I think that should do, she said with a smile then led Betty back to the table for them to enjoy a small meal as they watched the elf perform. The music started, a lively tune with frequent C sharps to make the phallus shudder intensely against the suspended thief's clit and deep into her core.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall

Tathariel tried to hide her advances with the handcuffs as the Hand's leader neared them. Realizing that the woman was taking over of Betty's job, and that meant that the redhead wouldn't necessarily stay in range for what she had in mind for her, the elf choose to wait and feel what came next. She played with the idea of still catching the redhead, or even tried imagining how to get the boss, who was standing behind her, but at the end she just done whatelves usually did... waited a litle longer.

Long enough to feel the dildo part her aroused lips and the deft finger of the leader flicking her nub to a throbbing readyness. Unfortunately then she was left alone to the musical vibrations, and towriggleand playfullystruggle while the others ate. It was something new, and close to intense enough to get the elf forget about trying to free herself now, that she had no target to useher hands for. Hanging there with her blood rushing to her head and breasts, she was trying to feel if her flexing and relaxing of her muscles or arching and curling her body changed how she felt the sexy torture toy work.

She let her hands kept in place with their cuffs, however, if they was locked or elaborately affixed, she would work out the kinks, and just let enough to help her hands stay behind her back. Meanwhile she was all for the sensations, letting herself submerge in the pleasure, while still working her muscles to keep them ready for later. So, she was wriggling and panting, as she was breathing just like it was needed for the sexy exercise. Tathariel tried to follow the tune of the music with her moaning and add some light cries of desperation and pleasure at the appropriate musical moments. Doing all these things at least kept her occupied enough to not get bored with 'just hanging around for now'.

After all, she wanted to come before she was going away...

 

[xavierrol]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall

@Ampere
As Alma and Betty enjoyed a fine meal with Tathariel's nude gyrations for entertainment, one of the girls slipped Alma a note. She read it with interest then folded it away. She made small talk for a while but then got more to her business at hand. "I would like to place an order for the items we discussed earlier. Your most powerful mixtures for sleep and, while I have little need for love, something that might induce a very strong lust would be most useful in some of our enterprises." She smiled demurely, leaving the specifics to such 'enterprises' to the Alchemist's imagination. "I have rather extensive contacts for rare items, so don't hesitate to call on me if you need a specific ingredient." Her eyes at times bored deep into the alchemist as she wondered how much of a threat a woman with Betty's abilities might be, especially if she couldn't be fully trusted. She certainly warranted keeping a close eye upon her. "When they are ready, send word and I shall call on you for a small demonstration." She suggested as their meal neared its completion. "I do regret I need to cut our evening short, I have had some unexpected news, so I shall bid you a good evening." She rose from her seat and gestured Betty towards the door where she had entered, Halirya was there to escort her out. "May we consider this a retainer for your prompt attention to my request?" She asked as she slipped a somewhat weighty bag of coins into Betty's hands with one hand, while gently cradling her hand in the other. It was a warm gesture, but intended to create a certain binding of the alchemist to the guild.

@ChrisGabriel
With Betty's departure, Alma returned to Tathariel as Natalie finished her last song on the harpsichord before beginning to clear the table. "Why is it I feel you are toying with me?" Alma asked the elf who still wriggled and writhed as if trying to free her hands. She continued towards the harpsichord and hit several keys, one of which was the right one for the dildo still protruding from the elf's sex. She struck the key again, then repeated it several more times, each pause just slightly quicker until she seemed like it was almost one constant note in the air. The vibrations within Althariel were constant now but pulsed powerfully with each strike of the note. Alma watched with amusement as the elf showed her true skill with a high intensity distraction thrumming in her nether regions.

Escape

Tathariel already rolled for her hands getting free so I think that is a given. To get each ankle unlocked I think she needs a 15 or better (you can add Dex bonus) Roll up to 10 times, I'm going to call each roll a minute so it will tell us how long she has to struggle. (Remember, each ankle needs freed, so she may only get one, all depends on the dice.) I don't think Alma will wait much more than 10 minutes before she would get back involved.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall

As the dinner came to an abrupt end, and she was again in the foremost of the leader's mind, Tathariel smiled at the woman. "I would be toying with you more if you was closer..." and presented her freed hands and arms before the player changed and the music became obviously targeted for her accords. "Ohhh! Now this is really interesting!" she purred, and let her body react on its own to the building pleasure. The elf very much hoped to reach her peak before releasing herself, but that didn't meant that she was not starting to flex and relax her calves and feet with trying to close or open her legs more. Of course she would need to curl up and use her hands to get her legs free, intensifying the vibrations bfore trying to muffle them as she clenched on the toy more too.

She is easily able to get one ankle free within a minute, but then has an orgasm and rides it out with her legs clenched together and feet crossed, just hanging there and loving it. After five minute of extasy, she gets back to free herself and it is not that hard, Tathariel just had to concentrate on getting down instead of getting off again....

(First roll is a big success, then the 5th and next two is a success too.)

 

[Ahlanna]

Beldabar's Rest

Ixana is a little disappointed with Ivan's treatment of the gnome, but she supposes it's her fault. He's probably annoyed about the interruption. Well, maybe her special outfit will help. Designed especially to make her seem vulnerable and not a threat -- of course, most people weren't familiar with hexblades, not outside Netheril lands anyhow, and how - thanks to the touch of shadow -they are always something of a threat.

Ixana slips behind the privacy screen, not noticing the adjusted angle on the dressing mirror. Sliding the straps of her dress over her shoulder, she wriggles out of her dress, letting it slide into a little satiny puddle around her feet. Nock will be disappointed as she turns a little before undoing the clasp of her bra, the mirror offering mostly a rear view, though she is angled enough that he does get some sideboob. Ixana reaches into her bag and pulls out several colorful pieces of silk tulle. A thin leather cord slips around her waist, with a clasp to cinch it tight just above the swell of her hips and butt. Lacing the long black scarf-like piece through the cord, over and under across her left hip, she leaves the forward and back ends dangling. Then she repeats the process over her right hip with the white piece, sliding the ends through bands on each of the ends of the black 'scarf'. Though the white is translucent and the black somewhat so, where the black and white merges in front and back, the dual layers of cloth act as a barrier to vision, but only for the 8" strip dangling down in front and in back. Ixana slides her briefs down her legs, leaving the two silky drapes as all that protect her modesty.

Next the light orange and mint strips of cloth are wrapped around her chest, each one angling down from her neck to tightly support one of her breasts, fabric straining to contain her. Each of the silks is tented slightly by the swell of her nipples, and thin enough to provide a hint of darkening over the circles of her areola. Finally, she adds golden hoop earrings, a collar and a baby blue veil. Her belly, arm, shoulders and legs are completely bare, apart from her shoes, as is about half of her pert backside. Stepping out from behind the screen, Ixana wonders, "What do you think? Is it distracting enough?"

Outfit

She twirls in a couple quick circles. The weighted ends of the nether silks, combined with the fact that the white and black halves are each twined around a different hip, keeps the drape from swishing aside: tantalizing the viewer with the possibility that Ixana might be exposed, without the actual danger of it.

Then she goes to pick up Nock's shackles, examining them. "So do I wear them in front?"

 

[xavierrol]

The Barge

@skyfetcher
Given the distraction of the two natural leaders on board, the orcs did what orcs do when confronted with someone weaker than them, torment. Wrists bound behind her, a black hood thrown over her head she was nearly helpless and completely blinded. The orcs spread out on the foredeck, surrounding the poor girl. Two of them grabbed her shoulders as she stood there, spinning her around enough to make her dizzy. They all then stood back and watched her stagger like a drunk. It was like a game to them, a cruel children's game. If she came near to any of them they would grope her breasts, squeeze her ass, or lift her dress. They tore at her clothing, though actually careful not to strip her, but each taking a small scrap of material like a trophy. A moment of torment then they would push her back into the middle until she ran into another.

"Not the biggest tits." A faceless voice called out as one shoulder of her dress was pulled down, exposing her shoulder and her left tit almost to the nipple. "A nice ass though." Another said as the back of her skirt was thrust up and over her head, further adding to her disorientation and exposure.

"This is a fine catch." Yet another hissed into her ear as he grasped her around the hips from behind. He lifted the front of her dress, exposing her long legs to the others, not seeing her from behind. Another set of hands pulled her knickers down to her knees even as a hot tongue lapped at her now exposed sex, the thick orc tusks nibbling at her flesh before both backed away to let her flounder some more. It was a favorite game of the crew and as long as she kept her feet, they would continue to tease her. But once she fell, the game would become very different.

 

[xavierrol]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall

"Free yourself and you can get as close as you dare." Alma taunted back at the confident thief. Unlike many young thieves, if you could call most any adult elf young, her confidence was at least backed up by skill. Her girls were not bad knot tiers so as the ropes binding the elf's hands fell free, she was impressed. It didn't cause her any pause on the keys though, as she continued to excite the vibrations within the elf. The simple fact the elf wasn't simply hanging limp and moaning was a testament to her concentration and sexual stamina, especially as she freed one ankle fairly quickly. But then it struck her, a climax sent her body rigid, though she had the presence of mind to cross her feet and stiffen her lovely legs as she hung from one ankle. Her body was like a work of living art, that elven physique so admired by the human guild mistress as she slowed her keying of the note as Tathariel rode out her climax.

Once the climax passed, the elf made short work of the last of her bindings. Alma stood and slow clapped her admiration of the elf's skill and elegance. "Well done, I am most impressed, and aroused." She said with a hint of a wicked smile that suggested she wouldn't rule out a bit more pleasure before she got to her business.

 

[xavierrol]

Beldabar's Rest

As Ixana changed, Nock stared at the mirror long and hard enough that it got Ivan's attention. He came over in time to see Ixana's bare ass in the reflection, being a fair bit taller than the gnome. He was a clever little pervert, he would give him that much at least as he laughed to himself. He moved off though, not exactly one to have to resort to sneaking peeks when he could have her eating out of his hand soon enough.

As she appeared from behind the screen, whatever attempt the two males might make at hiding their reaction was pretty much for naught. Both jaws nearly hit the floor, if there was a way for a woman to actually look sexier with clothes on than off, Ixana had certainly perfected it. Ivan recovered first. "You look, stunning." He said in what might have been his most truthful statement of the night. "Definitely." Nock, whose eyes had never looked so big, managed to gasp out in response to her question.

It took Nock a moment to realize she was talking to him when she asked about wearing the wrist binders. He blinked his eyes a couple of times then looked down at them as if wondering how they got into his hands. "Oh yes, well either but front is probably best if you can manage." He hadn't exactly expected to be doing his trial run in front of an audience but he was eager to see his magic work and hopefully take the advantage away from this cleaned up barbarian.

"I should probably show you how they work first. Just like ordinary binders as long as your wrists are more or less parallel." He held them out in his small hands for her to see but not to handle just yet. "Except they are lighter and smoother than anything around, no bruising the merchandise so to speak." He said with an eager smile as he objectified his adventuring partner, imagining her as his very own sex slave. "But if you twist your arms more than 45 degrees, you're free!" He twisted them in his hands and easily pulled the two bindings apart and they were little more than somewhat gaudy bracelets.

He produced a key from around his neck and unlocked them so they opened up to accept her wrists. "Ready?" He asked, holding them out for her to place her wrists into them.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall

"So am I!" Tathariel replied, calmly resting on the floor, luxuriating in the sensations in the aftermath of her pleasure in freedom. "However, unless you got another test in mind for my skills, I am eager to hear your proposal... and then maybe I can elaborate on why I am really here." The elf was not rushing to dress, but she got up from the floor to find something musch softer. either a bed or a carpet to lay down, but she was keeping the toy in its place for now if it wasn't uncomfortable. She even nodded towards Nathalie "You can return to your playing, if you wish." but it was more of a command of a hedonist noble than anything else.

 

[xavierrol]

Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall

Alma poured another glass of wine, picked up the second glass and walked over to where Tathariel rested on the floor. She admired the after glow of the elf's lovely skin as she handed her the wine glass, holding up her own and drinking as if to toast her success. "I am confident in your skills, though intrigued as to your real reason for being here." Her raised eyebrow and stress on the word hinting that she was not fond of being deceived. She needn't go far to find something softer as Natalie opened some sliding doors to reveal a luxurious sofa just beyond the frame that had held her. "Please make yourself comfortable." Alma offered, offering a hand to the recovering woman. As Tathariel suggested a continuing of playing, Natalie looked to Alma who simply nodded. The next song was a bit less lively than most of her other selections, providing a soothing, after-climax buzz. It might be distracting to a lesser focused or experienced individual.