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Penny's Dungeons and Dragons: Hard Bargains

She would grunt if she could, but even gulping is problematic. The worst of it that it seems to have turned from sexual to survival? Zeona wasn't any good in either of those a couple of days before, but now at least she could do something with the good part... Being choked without fun was not something she ever wanted to do anything with.

Now, even Gehenna was getting into danger on her behalf... So, Zeona tried one thing she could, she croaked out a *command* "Release!" but she did add some less powerful words next to that, like "me... or else... no fun... you haven't paid for this... you will pay through your nose..." She still struggled, but now in earnest trying to wriggle free.

Command was a spell...
Trying to get free with dex: 23 (7 if with disadvantage, but it is not an attack, but a counter?)
 
Gehenna runs past Zeona and the man towards the thrown dagger. The man looks over his shoulder and shouts, "You fucking touch that dagger again and I'll shove it up your cunt!"

With his attention divided, Zeona is finally able to twist out of the headlock, though some damage is already done - even after she's freed, her heart pounds in her ears and she can barely swallow.

"Fuck!" The man looks back at Zeona. Though she's free of his grip, he still looms over her. Rather than trying to grab her again, he simply throws a fist down at her head, and Zeona is sure that a day ago, he would have hit her square in the skull and knocked her out. Now, however, his aim wavers at the last second, only brushing by her temple, and somehow Zeona is sure it is the power of her pact with Malcanthet that swayed his hand.

Attempting to escape the grab with an Acrobatics check is an action, so you could either do that or cast Command. The Acrobatics check was successful, so I interpreted that as you doing that instead of casting Command, so you didn't spend a spell slot.
 
As Zeona's struggling seemed to be successful - but her throat choked and hurting - she did not pushed the power that much behind her words. Crab walking away from the man, she tried to kick him. Mostly to keep him away from her to stand up, and possibly Gehenna if he tried for the Tiefling instead, but it wouldn't hurt to really hurt him either. Gulping a couple of times, she got ready to order him to stop, if she had to, hoping that she could when it was needed.

Will use Hamete to roll for that kick, and will try to stand up from movement. would roll for initiative too. Next turn Command..
 
"Unf!" the man grunts as Zeona's kick lands true. While she is not especially strong or skilled at unarmed combat, she knows she at least hurt him. Her kick is not enough to stop him, though, and as she crab-walks away, he reacts with a kick of his own - hitting her in the ribs, much, much harder.

This does provide enough time for Gehenna to charge the man, swinging his own dagger. The man brings up an arm to defend himself, but with no armour or clothes, the blade opens a long, scarlet wound on his forearm.

Unfortunately, the man got an attack of opportunity on Zeona as she crab-walked away, and hit for 10 bludgeoning damage. If that reduces Zeona to zero hit points, he knocks her out rather than killing her; if not, then she's out of his melee range and may act as she chooses.
 
The returned kick came fast and with force Zeona was not ready for. On her way climbing to her feet, she could not even utter a word when the naked foot slams against her own naked body, ribs definitely cracking - at least one of them. It pushed her into unconsciousness not just because of the pain, but all strength and willpower to fight was gone too. After all, there was no way to take it like something done in the heat of sex, it was pure destructive force, easily as hard as a kick back from a horse with its hind legs together.
 
When Zeona wakes, she doesn't know how long she was out, only a vague idea that it was a long time. She has vague impressions of hands on her skin and rough movement, but that is all.

When Zeona awakes, she finds herself in a dungeon. She is surrounded by stone walls and a low ceiling that suggests she's underground. She's in darkness; even her elven darkvision only makes her surroundings dimly visible. She's bound to a strange, wooden frame; her arms to beams that extend out to her sides, and her legs to a seat and knee rest similar to a kneeling chair. The wood is hard, unpadded, and uncomfortable. She can squirm and move her head, but only that, and any movement reveals something else; attached to the frame is a wooden dildo lodged in her vagina, and from what she can tell, another dildo pressed against the entrance to her ass.

"This is not what I expected from you, kitten." Zeona feels hot fingertips tracing across her skin as Malcanthet steps into view from behind her. Her dress and eyes are brilliant red even in the darkness - which should not be possible in her darkvision. She places the fingertips that had been on Zeona's skin to her lips, the tip of tongue briefly slipping between her lips to touch them before the succubus gave a wide, toothy smile. "Is this what you forsaw when you struck our bargain?"
 
After Zeona realized that her eyes was already open and muscles flexing, thus pretending to be still out was a fools errand. So,she slowly rolled her head and neck, looking around, while consciously flexing her muscles to get a feel of any lingering pain or more serious damage...

The voice and touch made her twitch in surprise at first, but then she sighed in reply. "Kind of... Was trying to get away from anything like this before we met... but with you now here with me, I kinda feel like I am somehow running towards this kind of thing?" Meanwhile Zeona was trying to slowly reach the very obvious dildo in her wriggling, which started at her toes and fingers, but after her conversation with the Succubus Queen, she kind of tries to feel more good than bad from the wooden shaft she is speared onto. The one at her ass is not something she want to try taking in without greater arousal, and preferably some kind of lubrication.

"Where am I, ... is Gehenna okay?" she asked, and these questions would be said out loud even if the previous ones happened in her head.


Spending HD to heal if she can, but that would need a short rest...
Also rolling for perception, to get more about her situation. - While disadvantage (or -5) because the dim light, she does try to use all her senses...
Also, a wisdom saving throw to keep her composure (or possibly feel arousal instead of fear)
 
Consider Zeona to have undergone a full rest. As she regains her senses, she gets the sense she's been out for a while.

"Who?" Malcanthet looks bored. "I don't concern myself with such trifling minutiae. I'm here for you, kitten."

She steps forward and grips Zeona's chin with her thumb and forefinger, gazing into her eyes. "I am pleased with you - very pleased. Rarely have I bargained with a virgin who proved so keen, and so quickly. Scarcely hours after our deal is struck, you surrender yourself to the pleasure of your own handmaiden's rapist, all in pursuit of your vengeance!"

She licks her lips. "So decisive." Her hand moves to Zeona's throat, not quite cutting off her airway but firm enough to force her head back a degree. "So depraved."

She kisses Zeona, her tongue pushing past her lips without hesitation. It roams inside the half-elf's mouth long enough to fully explore it before Malcanthet leans back. Her hand slips down across Zeona's skin until it cups her right breast.

"A pity he was not stupider," she says with some disappointment. "Now you're in the grips of those who seek their own vengeance upon you. A false vengeance - but no less cruel for it." She emphasizes her point by pinching Zeona's nipple painfully between her thumb and forefinger.
 
"Trifling Tiefling... And I thought you would be kind of like a demonic grandmother to her, more so as you told me I claimed her for you somehow?" Zeona mumbled, not too loud, if there was anyone else near by, but enough for her Mistress Malcanthet to hear it. She trembles with flush and goosebumps spreading allover her body, staring into her Patron's eyes, with that enticing-punishing hand holding her head.

Gulping when the hand moves to her throat, but then losing herself into the kiss mumbling and moaning, the half elf panting with her ignited arousal and arching her body to push her boob into that palm... only for the words to fall over Zeona like cold water, clearing her head. When her nipples is pinched, she does not cry out, but bites her lip, electrified body makes her pussy clench on the wooden dildo, as she shudders with pleasure from the little pain. "I was stupid too, and weak... But who has me now? The attackers, the vengeful part of the family or the ones who planned it?"

Zeona did not say it, but she kind of hoped to have all of them be present, and maybe there would be some infighting... and of course she wished to have all of them go to hell, to be slaves of her Mistress if she so wished it too.
 
"You claimed her pleasure for me," Malcanthet says, sounding even more bored. "You do remember our terms. The carnal pleasure you share with another, yours and theirs, belongs to me. I was amused that the first so claimed was one of my own, but such a thing is easy. Uninteresting. Mundane. And I've no interest in tracking her after, especially if she's so dull as to pass beneath my notice despite my touch within her."

The hand around her throat slips to the back of Zeona's head, grabbing a handful of her hair. She holds Zeona with a firm grip, gazing into her eyes, and steps forward until their fronts press together. The succubus's wings spread, then fold around them both, enclosing Zeona in an embrace of warm skin and hot breath.

"Finally, we talk of something interesting." Malcanthet's red lips smile widely, inches from Zeona's face. "Do not let despair overcome your rage, kitten. Many stupider and weaker than you have done much with my power. And the answer to your last question..."

She leans forward and whispers in Zeona's ear, the tip of her tongue tickling her. "...is yesss."
 
"Then fuck them!" Zeona moaned as she shuddered from the closeness of her carnal Mistress. She felt her pussy throbbing around the wooden dildo, squirming in her bondage, breasts aching with hard, pointy nipples. She pulled on her arms - less about seeking her freedom, more that she wanted to hug and caress the leathery wings and the feminine body that was comforting and arousing her.

Then she tried to concentrate on her now innate power to change her form with illusion - preferably double layered or at least getting ready to put up another similar look if the first instance was gone... If she could do it with hands kind of tied, that is. She formed her looks after the one they had presented of her looks out in the open at the square she witnessed, a little exaggerated, and definitely an idealized for some people... And she was ready to present a different one with her Disguise Self magic, one that was definitely different from that, but just a little bit different from her normal one... It could be said that she wanted to keep up the guise of a paid slut conforming to the wishes of her guests, and definitely not the noble guest from Cormyr at all.

Deception rolls in the dice roller: 7 / 15
 
Zeona attempts to cast her spell, but with her arms bound, she can't even wield the necessary magic to do so. Malcanthet pulls back from the half-elf's ear and examines her face without making eye contact. After a moment, her hands leave Zeona's body and she crosses her arms, smirking to herself in satisfaction.

"Yes, kitten," she whispers, walking past Zeona. She looks at her from the corner of her eye as she steps out of view. "That's right."

Suddenly, Zeona hears muffled voices and boots on stone. They are coming from outside the room, but the walls are thick enough that it's difficult to tell their exact distance. After a few moments, however, they become clearer, and Zeona can tell they're just outside the room's door.

"My lady," a man's voice says. "I say this with utmost respect, and only to serve you as best I know how. I must caution you of the danger in doing this. Your mother has already - "

"I understand the risks." A young woman's voice answers. It is confident and resolute. "My mother and the city will have its justice, I promise that. But I am owed and will take at least a token of my vengeance. I cannot allow this to pass without it. Now open the door."

Zeona hears a key slide into a lock. A moment later, the door opens to reveal a figure holding a lantern high, disguised by the dazzle of the lantern's sudden light.
 
Letting her muscles relax and eyes close just before the door opens, Zeona keeps in the moan at the sensations of hanging by her wrists and being fully impaled by the now very slick wooden dildo - even if the other one pokes her ass a little painfully. She tries to radiate the painfully kicked and then put on the torture rack damsel in distress, and the innocence she could muster. But her hard nipples kind of showing off how she feels after the recent visit of her Patron.

She awaits the new arrival, and if anyone accompanies her, only her mind trying to come up with a name or a face of who her visitor could be. Without looking up, of course, maybe her voice could help too - but it is more about her memory and knowledge of the family and the guests of the ball. Was there a younger sister to the murdered young man? Zeona should remember at least a name, if not the personality.

Only later, when her visitor announces her presence with force somehow, would Zeona look up, blinking and groaning, and using the most awful local whiny accent with the common words "Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?".

<there are some rolls in Hamete>
 
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The first figure to enter the room is a middle-aged human man in chain mail, holding a wooden club in one hand and a lantern in the other. His equipment is well-maintained, and he wears the same black uniform as Ossimar's city guards. He shines the light on Zeona's face, frowns, then steps aside.

The next person to enter is another young human woman. Her appearance takes influence from the Red Wizards of Thay, but differs in multiple significant ways. Her robe is red and luxurious, but overwhelmingly influenced by Sword Coast fashion elements. She wears thick, dramatic makeup, and Zeona can see hints of Thayan tattoos on her scalp, but they are almost invisible under her hair.

The young woman steps forward and frowns. She inspects Zeona's face for several silent seconds before looking at the man. "She...doesn't look the same."

"No, my lady," the man says. He avoids looking her in the eyes. "She wore a different face when they brought her in."

The young woman steps forward, extends a hand with her palm upward, and half-grabs, half-cups Zeona's jaw. She holds the half-elf's face still as her keen, intelligent eyes inspect her closely.

"Illusory magic," she says quietly. "How natural for an assassin. Our enemies hold nothing back in their attempts to destroy us."

"No, my lady."

The woman turns and looks over her shoulder at the man. "Leave us, and ensure we are not disturbed. I will take my personal vengeance in private."

The man grimaces uncomfortably and chances a moment of eye contact with the woman. "My lady, I insist. She has already murdered your brother. If - "

"I told you." The woman's voice is patient, but there is a sharpness in it that silences the man immediately. "I understand the risks. I know the magic of my Thayan ancestors. I can recognize an attack and will defend myself. Now, it is my turn to insist."

The man nods, then hangs the lantern from a hook in the ceiling and leaves, shutting the door behind him. The woman looks back at Zeona, then downward.

There are several pedals set into the stone of the floor. The woman steps back, taking position before the pedals. With a confidence that implies she's done this before, she places her foot on a central pedal and pushes down, slowly. Simultaneously, Zeona feels the dildo pushing slowly inside of her. The woman releases the pressure for a moment, the dildo retreating, before she pushes down hard and drives the dildo deeply into Zeona.

"I'll make this easy for you," the woman says. "Now make some noise."
 
Zeona is a little bit cowed, a little bit awed, but mostly curious. Ready to say her thoughts, she breathes in, but then is surprised by the movement of the dildo, missing her time. Because as the now sufficiently slick wooden piece slams hard into her, she gasps and can't stop the moan of light pain and pleasure, as her body shudders.

"You know magic, but do you know truth from falsehood?" the half-elf finally says, breathing hard, trembling lightly. "Why do you think I am who you think am I? I am just a young woman from a bordello..."

She did not wanted to say anything about the supposed assassination until she had no other option - and they would take her serious, hopefully believing her true words about what happened.
 
"Make some noise," the woman insists, this time only a whisper. Her foot works the pedal faster, now pumping the dildo into and out of Zeona at quicker frequency - though not a painful one.

"No one from the bordello 'just' summons illusory magic," she whispers. "I saw through it now, but if the enforcers didn't tell me you had a different face when you were unconscious, I'd not have known to test it. How did you do it? I didn't hear you speak, and your hands are bound. Is that even your real face I see now?"

She frowns and examines Zeona for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought, then continues. She still maintains the whisper. "I know you aren't Zeona Alsevir. The Cormyrean nobility wouldn't send one of their own to court a Red Wizard - even one not of Thay. But you were at the party. They took you prisoner, but you escaped by enchanting the thugs. And then you seduced another one, because...why? Did you think he was a Charr man? No, he works for him - the Waterdhavian."
 
It is not easy for Zeona to make noise. Well, she could always speak, but that was not noise - at least in her eyes. Also, there was the noise of kinky pleasure, something she felt building, as she was starting to shudder hedonistically while the hard but slick dildo worked in and out of her. She thought that it wasn't the kind of noise the woman meant - mostly for the people outside waiting for something.

So, the far from home half-elf pulled hard on her bindings, flexed her body while squirming from the two pronged affixed position, and screamed in frustration. "Aie! ... Please! ... AaahH!" It was so hard to leave out the pleasure, but she very much tried to follow her own plan, and show that she could provide what her customers wanted. And this time this woman wanted her to make noise, so she gave it to her.

Meanwhile Zeona still tried to explore the possibilities of her range of movements, freeing herself, or at least moving the apparatus somehow on her own without outside push on those pedals. One thing she did find out in her struggle for a noise, was the hard poke against her poor ass as a source of help to provide the right noise...

Then she just relaxed, and panted a little, staring at the woman. "I do like your kind of kidnapping more than theirs, and seeing that one of the people behind the whole thing is the black haired handmaiden who was known as Safira... her family serving the Alsevirs for generations ... I very much wanted to know more of what and who was behind the assassination and capture... So, someone from Waterdeep? Is he staying in this city?" she just had to try getting more out of her 'torturer', giving her some whispered information. And try to kiss her, but for that Zeona had to wait for a better moment. Until then, she was just trying to see what she could do to seduce this budding thayan too. This time she did not wanted to kill her, but maybe exchange places to show the lady how it felt to be on the wooden contraption.

//see the Hamete rolls//
 
Zeona Alsevir said:
"Aie! ... Please! ... AaahH!"
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The woman glances over her shoulder at the door, then turns back to Zeona.

"You attack my family, you murder my brother, and now you want mercy from me, you whore?!" The woman shouts, her voice loud enough to echo off the walls. "You coward?!"

Her voice drops again to a whisper and she leans in next to Zeona's ear. "I'm sorry."

She stomps down on another pedal, and the dildo pressing against Zeona's asshole abruptly forces its way up and into her. She places a foot on each pedal, leaning her weight back and forth so that the dildos alternate their penetration of Zeona's holes.

"I only know him as the Waterdhavian. If you know who he is, tell me. I'll have my revenge on him, too." The woman gives Zeona a determined look, but after a moment, her eyes drop to scan over the half-elf's body, her mouth quirking into a regretful frown. Zeona doesn't think she's seducing the woman - in fact, she might not be attracted to other women at all - but she seems increasingly sympathetic towards Zeona.

"But he isn't the one behind the assassination," she continues. "He only provided support, in return for you - for Zeona Alsevir, that is. But the one behind the attack - and my brother's death - is Naxara Charr. My mother."
 
Eyes wide open and maybe even bulging out a little, Zeona's sharp cry from the merciless impalement of her ass is more real than she ever wanted it to be. She tries not to cry, just grunt with the following alternating movements, but she does whimper while it is going on...

It takes a couple of minutes for her to recover enough to think over the woman's words, and gasp out an almost whispered question. "Can you get me to the wharf at noon? There is a ship to Waterdeep... Unless I can help you with you mother, there is nothing for me staying here... After all, I had more chance with your brother, than I stand with you, aren't I?" Zeona shudders, and kind of misses her tiefling, but she does not want to get her mixed up in this mess. "Do you know where Safira is? Or if any of the others with me at the ball is alive?"

The more than one way fucked half-elf tries to get the most out of her situation, concentrating on the occasional shivers of pleasure, and tries to push the pain to the back of her mind. With this torturer at work, she feels like there is a possibility for some good time, as any others would surely not be sympathetic towards her - unless they are not only sadists but masochists too.

It would be way better with butter, and some softer dildos - possibly leather encased in greased condom - but Zeona is in no position to improve on the torture rack, and also lacks the skills and profession to do so. Maybe she could do something with magic about it later... next time. Because she clearly excited by the device and the company - if it was in the gutter of the festhall and not in the dungeons of a hostile house
 
The woman frowns sympathetically at Zeona's whimpers. She throws another anxious glance over her shoulder towards the entrance, then adjusts her movement on the foot pedals. The dildo in Zeona's ass slows, becoming almost immobile inside her. The one in her pussy continues to pump in and out of her, but moves more deliberately, the sensations more manageable.

"I don't know any Safira," she whispers. "I wasn't at the ball - my mother made sure of that. I don't know who else survived, if anyone - besides the mercenaries, of course.

"I can't get you out of prison. I must act in secret and there are many eyes on you. My mother has made you the face of Ossimar's enemies. You are to hanged tomorrow - at noon." She pauses, considering. "Not far from the docks."

She straightens up, looking Zeona in the eye. "My mother often attends executions, and she must attend this one. She's made you too politically important. That's your only chance - our only chance."

She leans forward, incidentally shifting her weight to the foot pedal and pushing the dildo deep into Zeona. "With our magics, we can kill Naxara Charr. If you're lucky, you might even secure your freedom."
 
Snorting, Zeona relaxes a little. Then sighing she shakes her head. "I am not a killer, but maybe could catch attention and be a distraction for you? If I can speak freely and can have my hands free, with my stuff near by... or at least a satchel of copper coins with a small bag of gold? ... But if she would attack me while I am like that, I can give back enough to be a surprise at least. ... Safira was my handmaiden, and the one working with the assassins and kidnappers. Perhaps I can look like her for you or whoever can help to look for her?"

The half-elf was sure that being hanged wasn't something she would want to experience, even if choking could be fun - or so she had heard. And if not free enough to do anything, freer than she was at the moment, there was basically nothing she could do. On the other hand, even if everything came nicely together, she would be only able to do enough to be whatshewas - a thorn in some people's side and a thorn they stepped on.

"If you also have some magic to look differently, maybe we can do the age old switch and bait... When the magic dissipates and it is you being there to be hanged, I would be free in your place next to your mother. We could make it look like the change happened right there, not being an elaborate plan, but an unknown magic switch as the last resort?"
 
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