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- Jan 8, 2017
The woman formerly known as Kiera awoke to the pain of her badly aching jaw.
Her memory was hazy. She remembered retiring to her bedchamber, then feeling shock and fright, then some sort of struggle - she didn't know who with - and then... nothing. She identified the source of the pain, a massive ball held between her teeth by a leather strap cinched around her head. She didn't recognize the material... it was soft, enough that she could sink her teeth a short ways into it, but firm enough that they rebounded. And it tasted foul, like raw pitch.
As the drow woman took stock of her position - stripped naked and standing upright, her arms and legs tethered to posts on either side of her with manacles and short chains - and her location - clearly in one of the dungeons, surrounded by torture implements - it was obvious what had befallen her. The only question was who had dared to do such a thing to the Queen herself. Surely they couldn't expect the Queen's absence to go unnoticed for long...
But as the culprit stepped into the dungeon, that hope flickered, like a candle on the verge of being blown out.
The new arrival was the spitting image of Kiera, down to the beautiful burgundy dress she wore, the rare wine-red dye reserved for the Queen herself. Kiera recognized her, of course. There was only one person that looked that much like her, but for the subtle blue highlights in her hair; Viera, her younger sister. The woman properly styled Princess Viera was reclusive and rarely showed herself in public or even private, but unlike the rest of the court and the common people, Kiera would never fail to recognize her. The two of them were twins, after all.
"Hello, Viera," said Viera. Had she misspoken? Smiling, the woman sashayed up to her bound captive. "I'm sure you have an inkling of what's happened to you already - it's quite akin to the tragic demise of our dear parents not long ago, isn't it? - but allow me to explain. There are those who haven't approved of your recent attempts to assert your power as Queen, quite in defiance of tradition. I'm sure you know this as well, and the consequences you invited upon yourself by doing so." Her sister's smile grew steadily more dangerous and unpleasant as she lifted her hand to cup her captive's chin. "It is... inconvenient to simply remove a ruling Queen after the last such removal occurred so recently, especially with no clear heir. However, if one was merely to replace her, with none beyond the old Queen and the new one being the wiser..." That malicious grin of hers says all the rest.
"When I permit you to speak, you will refer to me as Mistress Kiera," continues "Kiera." Her grin faded as her grip on her captive's chin tightened, until it became painful. "And you will refer to yourself as Slave Viera, rather than 'I'. I do not expect you to do so just yet, however, which is why you are bound and gagged. You will be punished until I deem you mentally prepared to submit to your Mistress and Queen." She let her hand drop, trailing her sharp nail across the ebony skin of the bare bosom below. "Do you understand?" With a slight tilt of her head, "Kiera" let her vicious smile resurface. "Not that it matters if you don't. You're going to suffer either way, dear sister."
Her memory was hazy. She remembered retiring to her bedchamber, then feeling shock and fright, then some sort of struggle - she didn't know who with - and then... nothing. She identified the source of the pain, a massive ball held between her teeth by a leather strap cinched around her head. She didn't recognize the material... it was soft, enough that she could sink her teeth a short ways into it, but firm enough that they rebounded. And it tasted foul, like raw pitch.
As the drow woman took stock of her position - stripped naked and standing upright, her arms and legs tethered to posts on either side of her with manacles and short chains - and her location - clearly in one of the dungeons, surrounded by torture implements - it was obvious what had befallen her. The only question was who had dared to do such a thing to the Queen herself. Surely they couldn't expect the Queen's absence to go unnoticed for long...
But as the culprit stepped into the dungeon, that hope flickered, like a candle on the verge of being blown out.
The new arrival was the spitting image of Kiera, down to the beautiful burgundy dress she wore, the rare wine-red dye reserved for the Queen herself. Kiera recognized her, of course. There was only one person that looked that much like her, but for the subtle blue highlights in her hair; Viera, her younger sister. The woman properly styled Princess Viera was reclusive and rarely showed herself in public or even private, but unlike the rest of the court and the common people, Kiera would never fail to recognize her. The two of them were twins, after all.
"Hello, Viera," said Viera. Had she misspoken? Smiling, the woman sashayed up to her bound captive. "I'm sure you have an inkling of what's happened to you already - it's quite akin to the tragic demise of our dear parents not long ago, isn't it? - but allow me to explain. There are those who haven't approved of your recent attempts to assert your power as Queen, quite in defiance of tradition. I'm sure you know this as well, and the consequences you invited upon yourself by doing so." Her sister's smile grew steadily more dangerous and unpleasant as she lifted her hand to cup her captive's chin. "It is... inconvenient to simply remove a ruling Queen after the last such removal occurred so recently, especially with no clear heir. However, if one was merely to replace her, with none beyond the old Queen and the new one being the wiser..." That malicious grin of hers says all the rest.
"When I permit you to speak, you will refer to me as Mistress Kiera," continues "Kiera." Her grin faded as her grip on her captive's chin tightened, until it became painful. "And you will refer to yourself as Slave Viera, rather than 'I'. I do not expect you to do so just yet, however, which is why you are bound and gagged. You will be punished until I deem you mentally prepared to submit to your Mistress and Queen." She let her hand drop, trailing her sharp nail across the ebony skin of the bare bosom below. "Do you understand?" With a slight tilt of her head, "Kiera" let her vicious smile resurface. "Not that it matters if you don't. You're going to suffer either way, dear sister."