Sickerton
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Happily Ever After
By Me and thesteedman
Part 4
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Lesse here... Don't need that... Don't need that..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> Deep below the castle proper, three figures waited with varying degrees of anticipation in a... repurposed 'Play Room'. Although the degree of that change was debatable; Silk sheets were merely pinned up along the walls to hide the various implements typically used in this room. And quite possibly used again very soon, all things considered.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Of course, there were a gaggle of guards stationed *Outside* the room proper. But this was to be an intimate affair, one extra eyes had no business being part of.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Definitely don't need THAT... Ha! Sickness and health indeed..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> The woman muttering was Phobie herself, dressed in her best uniform for the occasion. A lovely military captain affair, similar in many ways to the outfit she re-met her fiance in what seemed like ages ago.
[16:03] <Sickerton> ...Upon further inspection, it appeared to be the exact same attire down to the last detail. Whip was still on one hip, and the sabre was still on the other. Her right sleeve was even missing from their first lover's quarrel, revealing the gently glowing rune-tattoos to all present. The only real difference was the necklace that now hung around her neck and drooped between her breasts; a 'borrowed' emblem of a family long considered dead, but the baroness very soon would be hard at work... rebuilding.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Her full attention was focused on the tiny booklet in her hand though, rapidly rifling through it for the next essential passage. Phobie wanted this marriage to be as legally binding as possible... but, on the flip side, wanted at least the *first* celebration as close to just her and her love as possible. Thus with her royal clout she had granted *herself* the title of honorary priesthood, and was conducting the rites by herself.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "...Boy, these men of the cloth sure know how to draw something out..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> Seated further away - Forcefully, strapped to her chair by a series of ropes - was the one witness needed to pass legal procedures. And only a technical one at that. Deja La Chance had given up struggling against her binds hours ago, now merely slumping in her seat and trying not to drool too much against her gag. In a bit of dark humor their host HAD finally granted her an eyepatch... Slipped over her working eye, allowing the scarred and nonfunctional one to 'witness' the marriage as it darted back and forth utterly uncomprehending.
[16:03] <Sickerton> And last, but certainly not least, was the lady of the hour.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Faith stood silently by Phobie's side, 'patiently' awaiting the event to carry on. All the finest tailors of the region were brought together to create juuuust the right wedding gown for her... which was funny in hindsight, since it probably didn't actually count as a gown. "Clothing" could be pushing it as well.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Almost completely made out of teasingly light frills, the Monk's wedding attire was in essence merely four parts. Atop her head was the traditional veil, drooping down over her face to obscure it from the 'husband' per traditions. Beneath that was nothing... Bar a liberal application of makeup, courtesy of servants ordered to do so.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Slightly below that was a new collar about her neck, absolutely sparkling with encrusted jewels and precious metals. Although make no mistake; despite the care put into this 'Wedding band' it still was just as functional as the ones all other prisoners of the baron wore, as evidenced by several diamond 'Studs' jutting out ready to sink in.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Even lower was her wisp of a top; mostly translucent, with tactical frilling in certian areas to not give TOO much away. A jade-dotted chain also connected from one side of the chest to the other, drooping in the midde to sway freely akin to the attire accessories of an exotic belly dancer.
[16:03] <Sickerton> And down at her hips was a skirt... kind of. Barely dropping past her thighs and cutting up one leg to the point that it was held in place by a single button, the skirt concept was more a suggestion than a reality. Although it was more than enough for her spouse-to-be; More than enough indeed.
[16:03] <Sickerton> In truth, there were two constants across all the pieces:
[16:03] <Sickerton> They were sized perfectly for Faith's measurements... Then shrunk several sizes more, leading to them biting uncomfortably into her figure.
[16:03] <Sickerton> And they were all designed with 'give' points, specifically for tearing at a moment's notice.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Everything put together, there was little imagination needed to predict what this wedding's after party would be.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "...Ah, heeere we go!" Phobie finally all but cheered, reaching the segment she was looking for. "Do you take this yadda yadda yadda, I certainly do!"
[16:03] <Sickerton> Then she turned to her 'blushing bride', standing up straight as she resumed the formalities proper.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Now, do YOU take Phobie Von Hündin as your lawful wedded wife?"
[16:03] <Sickerton> The baroness waited a beat, then with a slight lean over and a waggle of an eyebrow added:
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Now I don't wanna pressure you for time or anything, but..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> (yt)
[16:09] <thesteedman> Faith always wondered if she would ever get married. Though spiritual in nature, that was not to say she had never bedded anyone. Urges were urges after all and Faith also had them despite what her normal stoic expression might suggest.
[16:11] <thesteedman> In her travels she had shared moments with various women and certainly enjoyed some special nights and moments, but merely when passing through villages and rarely at that.
[16:11] <thesteedman> She never thought about settling down but knew one day she might greet the right woman. Or so she believed... Phobie was certainly not the right woman, but the woman she was going to marry.
[16:12] <thesteedman> If this went through... Phobie would be given full rights to her fortune... No doubt she would be returned home and the Baroness would take over her name, her lands, her people...
[16:13] <thesteedman> What Faith got in return was that she was allowed to live which was something Phobie rarely offered her toys. What life would she have though?... No doubt trapped within a keep for the rest of her days to be brought to Baroness when she wanted something to wrap her legs around when her twisted desires kicked in.
[16:14] <thesteedman> Nor was this the wedding she would have wanted... given her state of attire... as little as it was.
[16:15] <thesteedman> "Why... are you doing this? Are you not wealthy enough? Do you not already have all you can need?" Faith dared to whisper. Since Phobie discovered she was Faith Naridia, she had been nothing but polite in the most loose way of the word.
[16:16] <thesteedman> A twisted version of polite as she never shouted nor condescended her... even when she brutally tortured her. There was almost a respect there... like she remembered their past and held her in some kind of regard above the rest.
[16:17] <thesteedman> It was always hard to say... most times Faith was trying her best not to be broken in half.
[16:17] <thesteedman> (yt)
[16:02] <Sickerton> Even barring current and immediate complications, Faith was not the best at reading the nuances of faces. For fairly obvious reasons. Which was an extra shame now, as while she probably caught the cocking of Phobie's head the accompanying expression would be completely lost on her.
[16:02] <Sickerton> The legendarily cruel and bloodthirsty royal looked down upon her bride to be with... a type of sad, but endearing pity. Like the loving owner of a two legged dog, watching it trying to stand up after a long nap.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Oh, dearest." she started wryly with a soft smile. "In some ways you- no, I will never go so far to say that what happened to you was a good thing. But the life you were forced into let you sail right past the life you were supposed to have."
[16:02] <Sickerton> Pocketing her tiny holy book, Phobie stepped forward and took hold of the monk's hands. Then - politely, but firmly enough to let Faith know that this was *not* optional, began to lead them both in an intimate ballroom dance.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "There is never such thing as too much wealth in the bloodlines we came from." Phobie semi-whispered back pressing herself firmly against her bride to be as they slowly revolved. "Money, power, connections, friends... all grains of sand in an hourglass. One *has* to reach out for more and more, as what they have will never stop draining away. It's why the wealthy and royal have acted the way they have since the dawn of time."
[16:02] <Sickerton> She dipped in slightly more, resting her forehead against Faith's veil, and mused
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Hate the game, not it's players."
[16:02] <Sickerton> Before drawing back and holding the girl at arms length as they spun faster and faster.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Besides!" Phobie continued, voice raising in volume and mirth as the world turned to streaks around them. "Who says this has to be *Bad* for you? Or your lineage? Blackthorn to me is a... useful contact, nothing more. Certainly nowhere near you! How about we join our forces - not like you were really *using* yours anyway - and hunt her down together? I'll pin down where she is, and you can go in for the kill!"
[16:02] <Sickerton> Faith was drawn in again, Phobie pressing close enough to whisper right into her ear.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Or even better. Take her alive, make her a plaything. *Your* plaything. Wouldn't that be poetic? The lady who ruined your life, broken and humbled before you?"
[16:02] <Sickerton> There was a deep dip, and Faith was left 'Looking' up into her dance partner's face, tongue tracing across her lips as she surveyed the monk in all her glory.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Think of the possibilities." she continued, now far too into the moment to notice the muffled scuffling somewhere just outside the enclosed room. "All you've wanted. All you've needed."
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Just two words."
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Two."
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Words."
[16:02] <Sickerton> (yt)
[16:22] <thesteedman> As Faith was dipped back, supported only by Phobie with one hand grasped by her own and her other arm scooped around her waist, all manner of thoughts began traverse through her racing mind.
[16:23] <thesteedman> Her heart was beating in her chest, the blind monk a mere plaything to Phobie when the dance of madness came to an end. She couldn't help but wonder just how much truth ran through the words that escaped from her lips.
[16:24] <thesteedman> There was almost a temptation to accept the offer from the devil herself, a chance at revenge, to put an end to the journey she began so many years ago, that found its creation through tragedy and darkness.
[16:25] <thesteedman> Faith had only been with Phobie a short time. She did not need sight to see what Phobie was. Her words were always sweet but carried a poison fatal to most. To even one as strong as Faith they were able to weaken her, but she could 'see' through it.
[16:26] <thesteedman> Phobie just wanted those two words... those two words. Would anything change? Not truly, save for Phobie's sudden and sharp growth in estate as well as political gain. Faith was destined to be her prisoner... her plaything it seemed. This wedding was nothing more then a farce...
[16:27] <thesteedman> Not even truly needed. She could claim the marriage had occurred without it even happening... but Faith figured part of this was to show her dominance, all part of her twisted mind.
[16:28] <thesteedman> "I..." Faith whispered. There was a part of her that knew however, saying anything at this point that was not what Phobie wanted to hear would lead to a world of pain.
[16:29] <thesteedman> She felt Phobie bring her up, their bodies pressed close much to Faith's dismay. Denying Phobie would be a mistake. She was going to get what she wanted regardless of her answer. What was the point on being defiant at this point? There was no one left to impress, nothing left to prove.
[16:30] <thesteedman> "I..." Faith whispered, her voice trembling within her throat. In the thick of the moment, she had not noticed the sounds just beyond the door herself.
[16:30] <thesteedman> (yt)
[18:00] <Sickerton> "Yeeeees?" Phobie asked, drawing out the word like butter spread on bread. Or herself spread on Faith. Either one, really. As the dramatic silence drew on the baron pulled her partner more and more in, the embrace slowly progressing past deep intimacy and into something slightly tortur-
[18:00] <Sickerton> CRASH!
[18:00] <Sickerton> In the double doors connecting this 'playroom' to the hallway blew, a spray of pebbles flying in as it did so. The stationed guards were nowhere to be found... or, rather, everywhere, if one was clued in enough about the bits of gravel.
[18:00] <Sickerton> And in the archway now stoo... uh, slithered... a sight to behold. Quite literally. A rather familliar medusa made her way in, oil-hued tail trailing off behind with no end in sight. Her lengthy tongle flicken in and out instictually as her stony eyes swept the room... and settled upon the baron and her prize.
[18:00] <Sickerton> "That..." she began, shooting a glare that could quite literally kill. "...Isss not yoursssss..."
[18:00] <Sickerton> "...Oh?" Phobie answered after a pause; frozen mid-dip with Faith, but very notably not petrified. Probably had something to do with the (now softly glowing) runes on her shoulder. "Could have fooled me."
[18:00] <Sickerton> With a pull Phobie helped Faith back up to standing... and with a spin Faith was set aside, revolving a few times before she dropped onto her rear. Without looking back the baron herself stepped down from the altar, unsheathing her saber as she did so.
[18:00] <Sickerton> "A greedy dragon comes to steal the maiden away from her love." Phobie mused, wry smirk plastered on her face. "Fitting. Did you think you could pull this off abomination?"
[18:00] <Sickerton> Se'Na merely looked *past* her, to the sitting Faith, and spoke two words:
[18:00] <Sickerton> "I do."
[18:00] <Sickerton> POP!
[18:00] <Sickerton> The deadly choker collar released itself from the monk, dropping down into her lap with a tiny clatter. Se'Na, ever the information broker, had apparently either discovered or deduced the deactivation phrase for Faith's own restraints.
[18:00] <Sickerton> The actual choice of words raised... several questions... but as the baroness and serpent homed in on each other perhaps there were more pressing matters to think about...
[18:00] <Sickerton> (yt)
[18:08] <thesteedman> Faith let a gasp escape from her parting lips when the collar slid from her neck, clattering down on the ground at her feet. As if some creature of the underworld had crawled into their reality, Faith kicked the collar away... wanting to be as distant as possible from the contraption that had threatened her from the start when she was in a cell.
[18:10] <thesteedman> Bewilderment certainly began to take root that those words triggered the release. This was not the time to dwell however. Under the clothing of Phobie, she noticed a light source below the fabric, where her tattoo's rested. Faith had become familiar with them during the long embraces, and her futile attempts to escape.
[18:10] <thesteedman> Phobie's flesh was different on her shoulders, were the markings had been etched. Now as they began to burn a brilliant light, Faith could feel their presence, near almost see them as far as her senses went. They were keeping Phobie from being turned to stone...
[18:12] <thesteedman> Faith might have allowed Se'Na to deal with Phobie... but there was only one way out and that was past the duo. Whatever Se'Na's true purpose here was, escaping Phobie was her priority, and if that meant making an brief alliance with Se'Na then so be it.
[18:12] <thesteedman> Faith rose tall, taking a stance. Her strength was not quite was it should be given the long torturous sessions with Phobie, but Faith was confident in her fist.
[18:13] <thesteedman> Dashing forward, Faith set honor aside and looked to get the drop on the Baroness. The thought of fighting her after all she had done to her was frightening, but the fuel dousing the burning need for revenge more then spurned her on.
[18:15] <thesteedman> Rushing behind Phobie, Faith struck into her back hard with a closed fist, before following it up with an open palm, channeling her chi energy to force a wave of power unseen to the human eye, looking to propel Phobie towards her unlikely ally.
[18:15] <thesteedman> (yt)
[18:42] <Sickerton> "Like a knight in shining armor, I will- GAH!"
[18:42] <Sickerton> Phobie's romanticized ego stroking would have to be put on hold, as the attack from behind caught her completely off guard.
[18:42] <Sickerton> The blow and blast did not propel her nearly as far as it should have - most of the force being absorbed into her sigils, but she was still forced forward a few shaky steps. More than enough for Se'Na to lunge in and scoop her up in her arms.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "You're not... as slimy... as I expected..." the baroness grunted out through gritted teeth. "But still..."
[18:42] <Sickerton> She was too close to bring her blade to bear, but that did not make her weapon useless. With a swing she clubbed the naga queen with the hilt, forcing her to drop her prey as she grasped at her gashed face.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "Wait your turn."
[18:42] <Sickerton> Phobie spun around and gave Faith a disapproving look, just short from actually saying 'Really?' but then she was on her.
[18:42] <Sickerton> In a blink she had crossed the distance, and with a small hop a knee was plunged deep into Faith's stomach. As the monk was bent over Phobie took her head with both hands and pulled her in for a kiss, dancing their tongues across each other as the monk gasped for air...
[18:42] <Sickerton> ...Then with a heave threw her, sending the blind woman crashing into Se'Na just as she recovered. Away they both went, until they slammed into the wall and fell down into a mutual heap.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "There." Phobie continues smoothly, once again assuming a normal gait as she sashayed closer and closer. "None of this pincer attack funny business."
[18:42] <Sickerton> A beat.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "From *You*."
[18:42] <Sickerton> (yt)
[18:48] <thesteedman> Faith crashed into Se'Na hard, before the two tumbled into the wall. Faith coughed just about getting her breathe back, before wiping the saliva from her lips after the Baroness stole a kiss from her.
[18:48] <thesteedman> Se'Na got the worst of the fall and no doubt needed a little time, something Faith could not afford to spare. With a grunt she dragged herself up, favoring the side of her stomach which took the brunt of the powerful knee.
[18:49] <thesteedman> Faith took a few steps, feeling significant pain in her stomach from each step, realising just how hard the Baroness could hit with her deadly legs. Despite the pain, Faith retook a stance, taking a deep breath.
[18:50] <thesteedman> Though she couldn't see it, she could feel Phobie's eyes upon her. Given how little she wore, it was rather sickening to know even know the Baroness was drinking in her appearance. To Phobie... this no doubt only made this day all the more exciting for her.
[18:51] <thesteedman> As such, Faith knew this was her last chance to get out of this... otherwise she'd be spending her life as a slave wife to the Baroness. Dashing in, Faith knew failure was no longer and option.
[18:52] <thesteedman> Faith did not fear Phobie's blade. She was used to fighting enemies with weapons when she herself only possessed her fists. Though sluggish in her movement, Faith was still deadly quick. Her first move was a strike towards Phobie's wrist to try and disarm her after dodging a swing.
[18:53] <thesteedman> She tried to follow up with a kick to her knee, but she might as well have been kicking steel, as the strike almost hurt Faith more. However she tried to follow up, shoulder barging into the Baroness' stomach to send her towards a wall.
[18:54] <thesteedman> During all of this... she couldn't help but get the feeling that the Baroness was holding back... toying with her perhaps? Or merely savoring the moment... Regardless, Faith was not so confident, but she hid it well behind her stoic expression.
[19:14] <Sickerton> The disarming strike missed... while, at the same time, was wildly successful. Phobie did indeed spin to the side to prevent Faith from striking her wrist, but at the same time she plunged the saber into the ground and turned her full attention back to Faith. It seemed that - for one reason or another - she did not want to risk hurting her bride... in that way.
[19:14] <Sickerton> On the bright side, the shoulder rush landed right where it needed. For all the good that did. Phobie was pressed back against the wall, but is didn't seem to really phase her that much, that sickly smile remaining as she regarded the situation with obvious lust.
[19:14] <Sickerton> "Oh, so *forceful*."
[19:14] <Sickerton> Before Faith could decide on a new course of action, arms wrapped around her midsection and began to squeeze Back she was forced to arch, further and further as the baroness leaned in to nuzzle a cheek against her chest.
[19:14] <Sickerton> "Save a little for the honeymoon." Phobie quipped, before dropping one hand down to take a palmful of the monk's rump. "Or is this it already?"
[19:14] <Sickerton> Across the room, Se'Na finished shaking her head clear and growled at the sight before her...
[19:14] <Sickerton> (yt)
[19:21] <thesteedman> Faith groaned in pain, her back beginning to click and creak a little from the tight grip the Baroness had upon her. She couldn't stop herself from arching as Phobie pressed forwards against her, driving their hips closer together whilst she pulled her body in tighter against her own.
[19:22] <thesteedman> Faith pushed against her arms, biting her lip hard to suppress any more sound, knowing it was music to Phobie's ears. Soon she felt the hot breath of her tormentor against the exposed cleavage of her chest.
[19:23] <thesteedman> Phobie was half mocking and frighteningly half genuine. Her strength was unnatural, unmatched it seemed. Faith found it difficult getting free, and gasped when Phobie grasped at her rear with one hand, giving her firm glute a squeeze with her hand, whilst her other arms continued to close in around her.
[19:25] <thesteedman> "Uugh!" Faith couldn't stop a moan of pain escaping her lips, arching back as Phobie returned to squeezing her. She grasped at her top before Faith grasped her head with both hands, throwing some weight into a shove as she attempted to bash Phobie's head against the wall behind her.
[19:25] <thesteedman> (yt)
[19:51] <Sickerton> "Aw." Phobie cooed, seemingly unphased as her head bounced against the stone wall with an audible THUMP... and her shoulder tattoos grew just a little bit brighter.
[19:51] <Sickerton> "Playing hard to get, are we? That's what I love abou-"
[19:51] <Sickerton> "NO!"
[19:51] <Sickerton> Clawed hands dug into Faith's shoulders, and for an agonizing moment she was being forced against the arm behind her with colossal force... but then her sweat-beaded body slipped free of the hold, and she was sent tumbling back and away.
[19:51] <Sickerton> "NO NO NO!"
[19:51] <Sickerton> The monk would finally come to a halt against the only chair in the room; still occupied by the blindfolded (and by this point no doubt incredibly confused) La Chance. This netted a muffled "Hrng?" from the girl, but not much else.
[19:51] <Sickerton> The main event, of course, was the scene she had been tossed from. Now in a full-on rage Se'Na clawed away at a somewhat bewildered Phobie, screaming the whole time. "NO! NOT YOURS! MINE! MINE!"
[19:51] <Sickerton> For a few baroness had to take the full blunt of the fury, but finally found an opening. Bracing herself against the wall she shot out with both feet, catching Se'Na in the jaw, and forcing her to recoil long enough for Phobie to circle back to the embedded saber.
[19:51] <Sickerton> Gone was the pristine royal from the opening ceremony; her military suit hung in tatters, her pants were barely more than a handful of ribbons, and even though her now heavily glowing runes apparently saved her from actual gashes there was still murder in her eyes. Panting heavily, she pulled her sword from the floor and leveled it at the naga queen.
[19:51] <Sickerton> "Alright. Games are over. You're going to make a fine set of replacement boots for the set you just ruined."
[19:51] <Sickerton> (yt)
[20:03] <thesteedman> Faith may have apologized if it had been anyone else she had clashed into, but as it was all she could do was give a little kick against La Chance as she got to her feet. She might have done more if she had not suffered like she had... but a sly kick as she rose would have to do...
[20:04] <thesteedman> She didn't care for Se'Na... but Faith knew she could not win this fight without her. She charged once again, taking the Baroness' midriff with her arms whilst she shifted behind her.
[20:05] <thesteedman> With momentum on her side, Faith pulled her upwards, lifting the Baroness of her feet before slamming her onto the ground after throwing her over head, making sure she landed head and shoulders against the ground.
[20:06] <thesteedman> Faith tried to follow up... but all at once the pain began to hit her as the adrenaline began to wear off. She felt blood running down one of her shoulders, and her back was suddenly stabbed with sharp pain where Se'Na had near tore her from the Baroness.
[20:07] <thesteedman> Faith arched, falling short of her charge as she favored her back. She fell to her knees, biting on her lower lip hard, realising that precious momentum was slipping. With a loud shout of determination however, Faith pressed on through the pain.
[20:07] <thesteedman> Despite the uphill struggle, she clashed into Phobie again, feeling energy begin to pulsate from the marks on her shoulders as she tried to land strike after strike upon her.
[20:07] <thesteedman> (yt)
[20:50] <Sickerton> "Get ready, you scaly - Aw what -"
[20:50] <Sickerton> Phobie was once again blindsided by the monk, getting the wrong side of a suplex with a weighty THUMP. Momentarily she stayed that way, legs dangling above her unflatteringly, before she balled up and rolled back to her feet.
[20:50] <Sickerton> "This is... quite a lover's spat...you're giving me here..."
[20:50] <Sickerton> It was clear that Phobie was getting, if now worn down, then worked up. Which could still be a good thing; both lead to mistakes. But then again, it could also lead to more rash decisions...
[20:50] <Sickerton> The faltering in Faith's charge was the opening she needed. As the monk once again crashed into her, Phobie palmed that still veiled face and with a growl heaved down to slam her head against the floor. As Faith flopped Se'Na dove in to try and bat Phobie away...
[20:50] <Sickerton> ...but halted against the hilt of the saber Phobie had instantly stuck out with her other hand, having skewered herself against it.
[20:50] <Sickerton> There was a gurgled gasp as the medusa writhed, pawing at the sword embedded in her chest. With a smirk Phobie let go, allowing the naga queen to sway woozily where she was as the baroness rose to standing.
[20:50] <Sickerton> Se'Na gazed up at the woman looming over her, hands dropping away as her mouth hung slack and her gasps grew shorter...
[20:50] <Sickerton> Only to have her blurring vision be taken up by the sole of a tattered boot, as Phobie brought a foot up to push up against her face to nudge her off balance.
[20:50] <Sickerton> Down Se'Na went, hitting the ground with a meaty THUD. After the impact she seized once more, then settled into worrying stillness as the puddle of red below her grew larger and larger.
[20:50] <Sickerton> "Well..." Phobie broke the silence, self satisfaction once again beginning to absolutely saturate her words. "That'll be a trophy... Will look good over the bed..."
[20:50] <Sickerton> Then she turned her eyes down to the monk at her feet, and began to unfasten the whip still hanging on her hip.
[20:50] <Sickerton> "But that's for later. Now?"
[20:50] <Sickerton> "Disciplining."
[14:46] <thesteedman> Faith felt a wave of despair wash over her. A heavy hand reached up, tearing away the veil from over her head. Se'Na had fallen, the sword buried in her chest and the Medusa left to collapse and expire. Her history with the Naga was not one to be prized, but in this moment she had been her salvation.
[14:48] <thesteedman> Granted... it was short lived salvation, and now Faith found herself alone against the Baroness. Faith gritted her teeth, struggling up to one knee, hearing Phobie unclasp her whip from her hip, letting it snake down to trail against the ground.
[14:50] <thesteedman> Each breath was labored through pain and exhaustion, and yet Faith still managed to stand on trembling legs. She roughly faced towards Phobie's direction, tilting her head in the manner she usually did when she listened for movement and sensed her surroundings.
[14:51] <thesteedman> She knew this would probably be her last stand of sorts... Whilst her life would not end, it may as well be over given the fate Phobie had in store for her. She heard her slip her tattered boots off, no doubt exposed all of her deadly legs from thigh to toe.
[14:52] <thesteedman> Faith was past caring however. Faith just wanted to hurt her... hurt her as much as she could before succumbing, before being forced to marry the twisted deviant.
[14:53] <thesteedman> "Damn you!" Faith spat out, pouring energy from a very limited source into a rush, trying to force Phobie up against the wall and stike at her multiple times.
[14:53] <thesteedman> (yt)
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Now now." Phobie chided, standing her ground as Faith clearly prepared to charge. "Don't be getting cold feet on me."
[15:12] <Sickerton> The baroness remained unmoving as her 'fiance' ran in, seemingly ready to take the attack head on... but then stepped to the side, juuuust barely enough to let Faith run by.
[15:12] <Sickerton> Or, she *would* have been running if Phobie did not also hook a foot under a length of Se'Na's unmoving tail, and lift it up to tripwire-height across Faith's path. Because of that the monk would have a much more unpleasant journey, tumbling across it to slide against the ground on her stomach.
[15:12] <Sickerton> Before Faith could raise herself up a foot was against her head, pushing her face against the floor with pressure as the sole playfully ground against her cheek. "And what are you doing, taking off your veil before the ceremony is over?" Phobie added, tapping the handle of her whip idly against her other palm as she did so. "Poor, poor form."
[15:12] <Sickerton> Phobie bent down, lightly tracing her hands across Faith's mostly-bare back, until a finger hooked under the single strap which held her top in place...
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Or are you telling me something here?"
[15:12] <Sickerton> For a few tense seconds she remained that way... then let go, raising herself back to standing.
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Trick question. You don't tell me."
[15:12] <Sickerton> Any relief the monk may have felt was short lived, though, as the whip came down upon her rear with a nasty CRACK! Steadily, methodically Phobie worked the lash back and forth, drawing no blood yet but making sure that Faith would still learn from her 'Spanking'.
[15:12] <Sickerton> "I."
[15:12] <Sickerton> CRACK!
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Tell."
[15:12] <Sickerton> CRACK!
[15:12] <Sickerton> "You."
[15:12] <Sickerton> CRACK!
[15:12] <Sickerton> (yt)
[15:18] <thesteedman> Faith shouted out in pain as she was hit with the whip against her rear. Making her arch her back and her heels from the strikes. She managed to turn onto her side but not before Phobie managed to lash her rear a few times.
[15:19] <thesteedman> Faith rolled onto her back, feeling the lash hit her cheek next, finally drawing a fine red line that seeped a little blood. The next lash, Faith managed to grasp with her hand, despite it drawing blood from her palm.
[15:20] <thesteedman> She could do little more however then keep hold of it, trying to stop the whipping, groaning in pain as she tried to regain some semblance of composure. She felt humiliated, her will slowly being broken down. Se'Na's arrival had given her a hope she dared to grasp onto, a chance to escape. But now it was all shattered.
[15:21] <thesteedman> Even her attempt to fight back... she was simply outmatched in every way. Phobie was too fast, too strong and all out relentless.
[15:21] <thesteedman> Faith tried to drag herself upwards, but it was much harder then before. Her legs began to burn, her flesh stung with intense pain where Phobie's whip had clashed against her.
[15:23] <thesteedman> Faith hated that a part of her wanted to beg for mercy, to beg for an end to it all. Phobie had won... Faith knew that, but her body, being what it was... simply wouldn't let her give up despite how hopeless the fight was, and how defeated she felt.
[15:24] <thesteedman> Her body moved on its own against her will, trying to rise, though Faith herself was doing everything she could not to sob, not to reveal that her will was on a knife's edge of shattering.
[15:24] <thesteedman> (yt)
[15:48] <Sickerton> Faith's shaky climb upwards was simultaneously aided and halted; a hand seizing her by the scalp, then tilting her head so that she was held in place 'staring' up at her tormentor.
[15:48] <Sickerton> Even blind, it was obvious that her current master and soon-to-be spouse was positively glowing. And not just literally, due to the now pulsing runes on her shoulder. Phobie was primed, she was ready, she was... *excited*.
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Oh, my dear..." the baroness cooed, pausing for a moment to lick her lips hungrily. "You have *never* looked better."
[15:48] <Sickerton> Up Phobie's other hand came, fingers straight out, and with a mighty backhand Faith's world burst into fireworks.
[15:48] <Sickerton> When she came to again, the changes would be immediately obvious. They seemed to be in the same room; Faith could sense Deja still stuck in that single chair nearby, and Se'Na remained sprawled all around her. Even moreso now than before, in fact. As she lay unconsious Phobie had gotten a bit...creative.
[15:48] <Sickerton> Faith now lay against a thick portion of the medusa's seemingly endless tail; propped up against it, so her back was forced to arch against the lump it created. Her arms were also hooked back over it and around, so that her hands were pinned underneath the scaly bulk. It would have been simple for the monk to roll herself back over the tail to free herself... if Phobie was not perched atop her, mighty legs wrapped around her midsection, staring down at her with a smoldering gaze.
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Welcome back."
[15:48] <Sickerton> Phobie dipped down to give Faith a small peck on the forehead... then thought it over, sipping down to drag her tongue across the monk's neck.
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Time to finish our rites." she huffed out between strokes, clearly getting more and more... into things.
[15:48] <Sickerton> Slowly but surely the pressure began to build, those terrible thighs squeezing tighter... and tighter... not unbearable *yet*... but soon...
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Say the words." Phobie purred, snaking her arms around to Faith's back even as she continued to nibble at her throat. "I'll be taking your breath away, one way or the other."
[15:48] <Sickerton> (yt)
[16:06] <thesteedman> Faith groaned, feeling Phobie's legs slowly begin to close around her slender waist. Her body noticably strained, the salivia trail along her neck shining in the light. Faith tried to free her hands but the weight of the tail was too much.
[16:07] <thesteedman> She fell back agaisnt the tail, her legs squirming but unable to get any leverage with how highly perched Phobie was. She felt her legs tense, squeezing her tightly, almost as if testing what she could take.
[16:08] <thesteedman> Faith breathed heavily, squirming to no avail. She knew what came next... she knew this wouldn't end until she said the words. Perhaps to save herself the pain she should... maybe Phobie would go easy on her.
[16:08] <thesteedman> A part of her knew deep down nothing would change however... it would only serve to give Phobie the satisfaction that she had compeltely overpowered Faith in both body and mind.
[16:09] <thesteedman> Yet... as her legs continued to squeeze her middle, Faith knew she would not be able to hold out for long, knowing the extent of the power of her legs and her twisted obsession with them.
[16:10] <thesteedman> "N... no..." Faith whispered, her voice broken despite its defience. Even blind, Faith could not turn to face towards Phobie, purposely looking away, feeling her perverted stare.
[16:10] <thesteedman> (yt)
[16:52] <Sickerton> "Your words say no..." the baroness mused as she continued to slather herself against the defeated monk. "But your voice? Well..."
[16:52] <Sickerton> Down her tongue travelled; dancing across Faith's collarbone playfully and teasingly. At the same time her groping hands made a similar journey, dipping further and further down along the blind woman's sides.
[16:52] <Sickerton> "I... do not think you are as against this as you believe."
[16:52] <Sickerton> Fingers wrapped around Faith's still pink and stinging rump, sinking into the toned backside as Phobie pulled her even closer against her. a move that was probably not needed, considering the literally crushing intimacy they already shared, but the baroness always got aaaaaalll that she wanted and that wasn't going to stop now.
[16:52] <Sickerton> "Two words." the royal whispered now slathering the cleavage which poked out of Faith's scandalous attire. "Two words and you can start your life anew."
[16:52] <Sickerton> "Two words... and I... can give..."
[16:52] <Sickerton> In an instant the disturbing tenderness faded away; Phobie giving the top of one breast a 'Love bite' which did not *quiiite* draw blood, but was not far off from doing so. At the same time her thighs ratcheted up their pressure, closing like a vice even as the baroness ground herself against her helpless bride-to-be...
[16:52] <Sickerton> (yt)
[17:06] <thesteedman> Faith gasped, feeling the baroness all but sink her teeth into her flesh, biting down hard but just shy enough pressure to break the skin. It was made all the worst as the growing pressure around her waist forced her to arch, making her chest heave against the Baroness' face.
[17:08] <thesteedman> Once more Faith tried to free her hands from under the immense weight... but no such joy. She was a plaything for the Baroness, who was drinking in all of this moment. This was her wedding day after all, and it seemed Phobie was trying to make every moment special.
[17:08] <thesteedman> All she wanted was two words... two simple words.
[17:09] <thesteedman> Faith moaned quietly, her back beginning to creak as a few muffled pops sounded out from the base of her spine. Her stomach tensed, her head whipped back and her toes curled, feeling the squeeze beginning to get the best of her.
[17:09] <thesteedman> Pain ran through her back, whilst the sharp sting against her chest continued for a moment longer as Phobie took all the spoilts.
[17:11] <thesteedman> "Please.... stop... stop this..." Faith gasped out breathlessly. Her pride finally beginning to visibly falter, breaking at the seams. She was just so exhausted and drained from her time here.
[17:12] <thesteedman> The seemingly endless nights in Phobie's quarters. When Faith was not tortured, some other poor girl suffered a terrible fate to quench the twisted thirsts of Phobie. The mind games... the whip... her damn crushing legs!
[17:12] <thesteedman> It was becoming too much... and Faith couldn't bare the thought of a lifetime of it. "Please... no more."
[17:12] <thesteedman> (yt)
[17:38] <Sickerton> After one more good squeeze the baroness released her handholds - as well as her bite - to instead rise up and seize Faith's head. Deep she stared into those dead eyes; savoring how even in thier disused state, she felt she saw hints of dire comprehension.
[17:38] <Sickerton> "Oh, my sweet. You know just what to do to stop this."
[17:38] <Sickerton> A giggle.
[17:38] <Sickerton> "The next time I let you, of course."
[17:38] <Sickerton> Then Phobie lunged, locking Faith's lips with hers in a frenzied and passionate kiss!
[17:38] <Sickerton> So spirited was this attack that they both rolled over the medusa's tail; Faith landing on her shoulders as Phobie remained spread out on top of her. And those thighs still had her right where they wanted her of course, creaking her insides further and further with each passing second. Adding to the indignity was the saliva trickling downward from their beastial makeout session, pooling around where she lay in a steadily larger puddle...
[17:38] <Sickerton> Perhaps there was one saving grace to this predicament, though. Due to the change of position Faith's arms were not at such a taxed angle any more, and maybe - just MAYBE - she could wriggle her hands free from this new position.
[17:38] <Sickerton> But that was a mighty big 'If'. Even if she still had the strength... and if she wasn't too distracted by her torso threatening to cave, and the tongue greedily claiming her mouth as if life itself depended on it...
[17:38] <Sickerton> (yt)
[17:46] <thesteedman> Faith managed a slight grunt as the two fell from the tail, Faith's hands still pinned, as the Baroness seemed to pour herself all over her. It was only now that Faith realised Phobie's jacket had been opened, as she felt her bare skin against her own as Phobie began to grind and mesh her form against Faith's.
[17:47] <thesteedman> Breathing was quickly becoming more difficult, and try as she might Faith could not break away from the feverish kissing, as Phobie was like a woman possessed. Faith's waist seemed to inch by inch become a little smaller as bare legs clamped ever tighter.
[17:48] <thesteedman> What precious moments she did break her lips away, Phobie was back on them, her tongue sliding almost like a serpent down her throat, her legs constricting her, crushing her tighter and tighter.
[17:50] <thesteedman> Faith's thought process began to race from the lack of air. The uncertainty... the fear. Phobie had her wrapped up and it seemed her fate was sealed. She felt salvia run down her cheek and her chin as Phobie continued to obsess over her lips with her own.
[17:51] <thesteedman> Faith did not know how or when it happened... but her hands were finally free during the entire struggle. No doubt in her subconcious struggling... she must have managed to pull them from under the girth of the serpent tail without realising.
[17:52] <thesteedman> However, it seemed to do little good as her strength was fading fast. As Faith only now just realised between the brief respite of the kisses she had been screaming in agony as her back crackled and clicked loudly.
[17:52] <thesteedman> (yt)
[13:14] <Sickerton> The muffled screams were met with pleased moans, both fighting for supremacy in their shared mouths. And that struggle followed real life to a T; the shrieks steadily dying out as the groans of satisfaction rose to take their place...
[13:14] <Sickerton> Phobie finally came up for air, but not without leaving a memento of her own. One last love bite on the inside of Faith's lower lip; *This* time hard enough to draw a bit of blood and give the monk a taste to dwell on.
[13:14] <Sickerton> Up she rose to a mounted position on the girl, all but panting as she palmed the blind woman's breasts... purely for the sake of stability, to be sure. Her own chest was heaving as well... But if Faith's attention was to caught by anything there, it would probably be the emblem of her house hanging down between them.
[13:14] <Sickerton> Her necklace. Although, it seemed, it was Phobie's now. Just like all it represented would soon be.
[13:14] <Sickerton> "Oh, love." the royal cooed after licking her lips clean, eyes *probably* wild as they looked down upon her prize with blazing desire. Probably not nearly as much as her sigils, though. Even if Faith was not blind, she had a feeling that if those tattoos were currently as bright to 'real' sight as they were to her substitute *that* probably would have changed rather quick...
[13:14] <Sickerton> "Say..." she continued, ramping up the vise grip of her perfect legs even as she continued to grind against her captive. "...Your... piece..."
[13:14] <Sickerton> (yt)
[13:24] <thesteedman> Faith's mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound escaped. Phobie's legs slowly crushing her slender waist, causing the blind monk to slowly arch back further each moment her grip tightened. Blood slowly seeped down from the side of her lip from the fresh cut Phobie had gifted her, and only the sound of her back slowly crackling could be heard.
[13:25] <thesteedman> Faith's stomach strained as she tried to endure, and her head whipped back, feeling her spine complain from the pressure no one could truely learn to get used to.
[13:26] <thesteedman> Finally... she managed a breathless moan, gripping at Phobie's legs, bringing herself upright as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I... " Faith whispered.
[13:27] <thesteedman> ".... refuse..." Faith managed, gritting her teeth. Her fists noticably clenched, however it was her head that she used first. Though her chest burned from lack of oxygen, though her spine was screaming for release... somewhere, deep within, Faith tapped into a last gasp of energy.
[13:29] <thesteedman> Her fear and desperation manifested into something... bringing out a part of Faith she had buried away. The fear, the recklessness and the anger all surfaced... if only for a moment... the feelings she had when she was a slave to the fighting pits
[13:30] <thesteedman> Faith rammed her head against Phobie's. Knowing full well it would potentially damage and daze herself more then Phobie... but the act was to inflict shock and surprise. Faith followed up with a hard right, with a left following close behind.
[13:31] <thesteedman> The blind monk shifted herself for better leverage on her knees, pressing the Baroness back despite her crushing legs still having their grip upon her. Faith was more focused on simply inflicting what damage she could, sensing the energy pulsating from the unusual tattoo's upon Phobie's shoulders.
[13:32] <thesteedman> During this time, Faith had not realised she was screaming in rage and in pain. But she didn't stop punching... she couldn't stop punching... she knew her life as a free woman would be over, she could not become a slave again, she would not!
[13:32] <thesteedman> (yt)
[13:59] <Sickerton> The baroness was forced back somewhat by the flurry of blows... yet, that smug smirk did not leave her face for a single second. Her head merely twitched slightly as every punch landed, with no real progress made...
[13:59] <Sickerton> ...Aside from the still rising intensity of her sigils.
[13:59] <Sickerton> "Sure."
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "Let it-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "-out."
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "One-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "-more try-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "-for the roa-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHA-
[13:59] <Sickerton> Finally, with one last desperate flail, something gave.
[13:59] <Sickerton> There was one fraction of a second where Phobie could tell something was wrong, but only a widening of her eyes betrayed that before the world went white. All at once the protective and restorative wards etched onto her gave out, turning the room into an underground star as unearthly light surged out of the royal's seizing body and out in every direction. For what seemed like an eternity the woman was but a screaming silhouette in a corona of light...
[13:59] <Sickerton> Then she fell forward, smoking and slightly singed atop the dazzled monk.
[13:59] <Sickerton> "Gonna..." Phobie managed to gasp out, clearly worse for wear. "Take the cost... for replacing those... outta your-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> It was at that point that several... points of interest arose. Perhaps it would be prudent to go through them one by one.
[13:59] <Sickerton> For starters, Faith would feel quite different than she did mere moments ago. No longer would she taste copper in her mouth, feel the creaks of a collapsing ribcage, or quiver as her spine slowly gave out. In fact, she could possibly go so far as to claim herself refreshed! It seems that the explosion of energy did more than just put on a show; she had absorbed enough of it to heal up pretty much all of her (recent) wounds.
[13:59] <Sickerton> Which leads directly into point of interest two:
[13:59] <Sickerton> The tail Phobie had scoped as a bed for their inevitable consumation... had begun to move.
[13:59] <Sickerton> Before either girl could react coils were wrapping and raising the both of them; Once more pressing the monk against the baroness stomach to stomach, but *this* time with Phobie being the more worried of the two by far.
[13:59] <Sickerton> "W-w-w..."
[13:59] <Sickerton> Faith could not quite make out what had seized the attention of her 'sweetheart', but a good guess could be made from the clatter of a sword hitting the stone floor... and the serpentine hiss that followed it..."
[13:59] <Sickerton> "...W-wait a second here..."
[13:59] <Sickerton> (yt)
[14:14] <thesteedman> Faith breathed heavily... though her physical wounds were healed, the burst of energy did nothing for her mental wounds. Her left arm shook, the all emotions she normally kept it check leaving a physical aftermath.
[14:16] <thesteedman> Faith almost seemed... blind for a moment. Slowly gaining more control of her emotions, barely realising that she had been wrapped up in powerful coils as Se'Na once more came to life.
[14:17] <thesteedman> Bound to Phobie, the two were face to face now, though for once Faith could feel the Baroness' breathing increasing as her own began to slow. "Wait?..." Faith whispered, almost in disgust.
[14:19] <thesteedman> "Wait?!... " Faith gasped, her breathe catching in her throat, recalling all the times she 'witnessed' innocent young women gasping such words before Phobie would enduldge in her sadistic fantasies.
[14:19] <thesteedman> The words of mercy fell upon deaf ears, as did Faith's pleas for their lives. And now here was Phobie... on the wrong side of it all, and all she could do was mutter like the rest.
[14:20] <thesteedman> "Is this not what you wanted?" Faith then whispered, slowly becoming calmer, returning to her usual self when she realised now how the tables had turned. Bound to Phobie, she realised she had this terror of a woman at her own mercy.
[14:22] <thesteedman> However... it was not Faith's place to take the honours. "... You wanted us to be together. Here we are, just as you so desired." Faith whispered, slowly taking on her Chi energy, letting her form slowly shift as her skin became a pale grey, her hair beginning to brighten.
[14:23] <thesteedman> She knew if Se'Na was going to crush them, Faith would be able to endure in this form. But she could not say the same for Phobie, who was now defencless. Slowly Faith wrapped her arms around her neck, bringing her closer... no longer afraid of the woman who had tortured her.
[14:23] <thesteedman> (yt)
[14:57] <Sickerton> "B-but not like this..." the formerly haughty royal replied with a now wavering tone. "T-this isn't how this story is supposed to end..."
[14:57] <Sickerton> The coils around the two shifted... and started to constrict.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "Childhood friends reunited... one pulling the other up from pitiful, aimless wandering..."
[14:57] <Sickerton> Still the consttriction tightened, and with it Phobie's panicked rambling.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "Dragon slain. Kingdoms joined. Deals struck."
[14:57] <Sickerton> Tighter. Tighter. Her words now flowing without pause, like a dammed river finally breaking free.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "ResourcespooledplanmadethornclippedwrongrightedwoundshealedhumanityfoundinsidethemonstOHGODMAKEITSTOP!"
[14:57] <Sickerton> Gone now were the last of legibility. Writhing in agony, all the baroness could do was bury her face against Faith and scream. Eyes wide, sweat rolling down her shuddering form, she shrieked and shrieked...
[14:57] <Sickerton> Until with a SNAP her body hitched back, now only touching stomachs with the monk as her form adopted almost a perfect V shape.
[14:57] <Sickerton> The royal shuddered once more, looking blankly up at the ceiling, then fell limp and still in Faith's arms. Soon the coils also dropped away, leaving the monk's embrace as the only thing keeping the clearly broken baron 'standing'.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "You ssssshouldn't worry me like that." Se'Na finally spoke up, now that the main threat was dealt with. "I gave you a guide for a reasssso-ooooh!"
[14:57] <Sickerton> Her interest with the royal now past, the medusa now had eyes on the last person present besides her own favorite morsel. With a coo of interest the snake girl slithered over to the 'Witness' chair, sliding behind the forcefully seated woman and placing a clawed hand atop her head.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "What ssssshould we do with thissss one?"
[14:57] <Sickerton> For what it was worth, said occupant seemed to have at least a vague notion of what was going on despite the blindfold. Given a moment of effort La Chance managed to spit out her gag, and after taking a second to nervously lick her lips floated a rather succinct question:
[14:57] <Sickerton> "Now, I'll understand if ya say no, but may I have a word?"
[14:57] <Sickerton> (yt)
[15:04] <thesteedman> Faith held the Baroness on her feet, feeling her broken form slumped within her arms. She could feel life within her, but it was faint. Faith did not care if she lived or died at this point, simply allowing her to slump, knowing that her back had been shattered.
[15:05] <thesteedman> If she lived... Faith knew she would not be able to walk again, and use those precious legs of hers.
[15:05] <thesteedman> Faith turned in the general direction of Se'Na, feeling her presense all around with her snake tail, and knew she motioned towards La Chance who had been ever present in a sense during her capture. Why Phobie had not killed her... perhaps she kept her alive for her own amusement of sorts.
[15:08] <thesteedman> "Can you really explain your actions with just a single word? As well as giving me a reason not to allow Se'Na here to have her way with you?" Faith spoke, a clear hint of venom dripping within her tone.
[15:08] <thesteedman> (yt)
[15:39] <Sickerton> The ultimatum garnered another worried lick of the lips from Deja... although, perhaps with the *hint* of a smile behind it.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Tech'cally, no. I don't."
[15:39] <Sickerton> SNAP!
[15:39] <Sickerton> A few feet away the jeweled collar Faith was given to replace her usual one jerked on the floor, as the spikes slid in all at once to stab the interior.
[15:39] <Sickerton> " 'I don't' was the kill phrase for yer...thing." Deja continued, turning her head to face the source of Faith's voice. "I know that because you *orig'nally* said that instead of 'I refuse'. Heard ya gurgle yer last while that bitch fretted about the story bein' wrong or somesuch garbage."
[15:39] <Sickerton> A pause for effect, then she continued.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Also, it isn't very likely for a magic backfire ta be a good thing. If her strength sigils went instead we'd all be paste. Hurt like *hell*, that did."
[15:39] <Sickerton> Another pause, this time clearly for further thought.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Also, Phobe didn't *have* to notice yer necklace before she got done killin' ya that first time. Didn't have to take either of us prisoner either. She coulda pulled my head through the cell bars instead of just messin' up one a' my eyes. Hell, I wa- coulda been one o' those broads she brought up to her quarters with ya. All down to luck."
[15:39] <Sickerton> This time there was *definitely* a smile, wide and toothy.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Usually."
[15:39] <Sickerton> The scoundrel shifted in her chair - for all the good it'd do her so far as comfort was concerned - then continued on.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Y'see, me and Lady Luck are on... *special* terms. She can be a right tart sometimes, but she makes it up for me in the end. Lets me get away with things I shouldn't, or call a do-over every once and a while. And in here? You bet I got enough bad luck saved up to burn when the time was right. So now here's my offer to you:"
[15:39] <Sickerton> "You *could* let... whatever the fark this thing behind me is have it's way, or somethin' equally nasty. And I'd probably have enough left in the tank to pull through in the end, although p'rhaps uglier and angrier."
[15:39] <Sickerton> "On the *other hand*, if ya let me outta this chair and let me walk away, I could instead burn what I have left on something good instead of damage control before I left. A favor of some type for ya. Can't tell ya what the specifics would be - 'cause even *I* wouldn't know until I did it - but it'd be nice I'm sure."
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Soooo..." Deja concluded, putting on her best poker face as she blindly faced the other blind woman. "...whattya say? Howsabout we try something 'sides murder today, eh?"
[15:39] <Sickerton> (yt)
[15:52] <thesteedman> "I would kill you myself... but it seems lady luck may indeed hold you in some warped regard. I dare not cross with such deities..." Faith lied. The only real reason was that she knew Deja had suffered like she had. She was the one to blame, but in a sense she had already been punished for her crime.
[15:57] <thesteedman> "Leave this place, and do not take your treachery with you. If you betray anyone ever again in the manner which you did to me, I will come for you if I hear so much of a whisper of it." Faith further explained, moving to free Deja from her binds.
[15:59] <thesteedman> Faith felt uneasy. She was letting the woman off somewhat lightly all things considered. It would take time to shake the painful memories she had gathered in this place, with some forever scarring her no doubt, but Faith knew her own strength, she knew she would recover.
[16:00] <thesteedman> "My thanks Se'Na. I... I thought all hope was lost." Faith then whispered to Se'Na, surprised by her rescue. It bought her precious moments to mount her desperate escape, and now she stood free, with Phobie left broken on the floor.
[16:01] <thesteedman> "I don't know how I can ever repay you for what you have done." Faith spoke, recalling how she left the medusa a bloody mess within her own swamp. They had not left on the best of terms, and yet here Se'Na was, a saviour of sorts.
[16:01] <thesteedman> (yt)
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Yeah, yeah." Deja quipped as she rose from the chair; brushing herself off and leaning against a support beam, but with the eyepatch still left in place for obvious reasons. "See ya next week then, I gue-"
[16:31] <Sickerton> Pop-pop-CREEEEEEAAAK
[16:31] <Sickerton> It appeared that the beam the little backstabber chose as a resting spot had recieved a bit of damage during the scuffle. Or possibly, it had *now*. In either case, this was the final straw, and La Chance fell backward as the support... didn't.
[16:31] <Sickerton> And the bit of the ceiling it was keeping up followed in turn.
[16:31] <Sickerton> When the dust settled, La Chance was scrambling for the door, clearly having had enough of *this*, leaving the wreckage behind her. And what an... odd wreckage it was.
[16:31] <Sickerton> In hindsight, it made a bit of sense. Considering what was sure to follow the marriage proper, it would be convenient for the wedding room to not be too far from Phobie's personal chambers. In this case right below; and since the ceiling of *this* was the floor of *that*, a rather familliar rose-shaped bed now sat at the base of a new inter-floor slope.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Huh..." Se'Na piped up as she took in the wreckage, slithering over to reach out... and pick up a small book resting on one of the silk-lined pillows.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Aw, she kept a diary." the medusa mused as she flipped through the pages. "Poetry, sketches, journal entries about meeting with Blackthorn, OOOH, a doodle of you!"
[16:31] <Sickerton> Se'Na held the pages up for Faith to see... then lowered them again, realizing her mistake.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Oh. Yeah. You can't read thissss."
[16:31] <Sickerton> The medusa looked down at the diary, then back at Faith... and with a wry grin sidled up to her, wrapping an arm around the monk's midsection.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "I need no repayment. Only want to help. In fact..."
[16:31] <Sickerton> The diary in her hand snapped shut, and her tongue poked out for a moment to tickle the tip of Faith's nose.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "I'll read all of this out loud to you."
[16:31] <Sickerton> The embrace tightened.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Back at my place."
[16:31] <Sickerton> And then they were off; excited naga queen with not-quite-as-excited monk in tow.
[16:31] <Sickerton> That slippery cheat Deja was clearly one to lie through her teeth, but it seemed as if she was at least truthful about her abilities.
[16:31] <Sickerton> As well as one other detail:
[16:31] <Sickerton> Lady Luck was *clearly* a right tart.
By Me and thesteedman
Part 4
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Lesse here... Don't need that... Don't need that..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> Deep below the castle proper, three figures waited with varying degrees of anticipation in a... repurposed 'Play Room'. Although the degree of that change was debatable; Silk sheets were merely pinned up along the walls to hide the various implements typically used in this room. And quite possibly used again very soon, all things considered.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Of course, there were a gaggle of guards stationed *Outside* the room proper. But this was to be an intimate affair, one extra eyes had no business being part of.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Definitely don't need THAT... Ha! Sickness and health indeed..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> The woman muttering was Phobie herself, dressed in her best uniform for the occasion. A lovely military captain affair, similar in many ways to the outfit she re-met her fiance in what seemed like ages ago.
[16:03] <Sickerton> ...Upon further inspection, it appeared to be the exact same attire down to the last detail. Whip was still on one hip, and the sabre was still on the other. Her right sleeve was even missing from their first lover's quarrel, revealing the gently glowing rune-tattoos to all present. The only real difference was the necklace that now hung around her neck and drooped between her breasts; a 'borrowed' emblem of a family long considered dead, but the baroness very soon would be hard at work... rebuilding.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Her full attention was focused on the tiny booklet in her hand though, rapidly rifling through it for the next essential passage. Phobie wanted this marriage to be as legally binding as possible... but, on the flip side, wanted at least the *first* celebration as close to just her and her love as possible. Thus with her royal clout she had granted *herself* the title of honorary priesthood, and was conducting the rites by herself.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "...Boy, these men of the cloth sure know how to draw something out..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> Seated further away - Forcefully, strapped to her chair by a series of ropes - was the one witness needed to pass legal procedures. And only a technical one at that. Deja La Chance had given up struggling against her binds hours ago, now merely slumping in her seat and trying not to drool too much against her gag. In a bit of dark humor their host HAD finally granted her an eyepatch... Slipped over her working eye, allowing the scarred and nonfunctional one to 'witness' the marriage as it darted back and forth utterly uncomprehending.
[16:03] <Sickerton> And last, but certainly not least, was the lady of the hour.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Faith stood silently by Phobie's side, 'patiently' awaiting the event to carry on. All the finest tailors of the region were brought together to create juuuust the right wedding gown for her... which was funny in hindsight, since it probably didn't actually count as a gown. "Clothing" could be pushing it as well.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Almost completely made out of teasingly light frills, the Monk's wedding attire was in essence merely four parts. Atop her head was the traditional veil, drooping down over her face to obscure it from the 'husband' per traditions. Beneath that was nothing... Bar a liberal application of makeup, courtesy of servants ordered to do so.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Slightly below that was a new collar about her neck, absolutely sparkling with encrusted jewels and precious metals. Although make no mistake; despite the care put into this 'Wedding band' it still was just as functional as the ones all other prisoners of the baron wore, as evidenced by several diamond 'Studs' jutting out ready to sink in.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Even lower was her wisp of a top; mostly translucent, with tactical frilling in certian areas to not give TOO much away. A jade-dotted chain also connected from one side of the chest to the other, drooping in the midde to sway freely akin to the attire accessories of an exotic belly dancer.
[16:03] <Sickerton> And down at her hips was a skirt... kind of. Barely dropping past her thighs and cutting up one leg to the point that it was held in place by a single button, the skirt concept was more a suggestion than a reality. Although it was more than enough for her spouse-to-be; More than enough indeed.
[16:03] <Sickerton> In truth, there were two constants across all the pieces:
[16:03] <Sickerton> They were sized perfectly for Faith's measurements... Then shrunk several sizes more, leading to them biting uncomfortably into her figure.
[16:03] <Sickerton> And they were all designed with 'give' points, specifically for tearing at a moment's notice.
[16:03] <Sickerton> Everything put together, there was little imagination needed to predict what this wedding's after party would be.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "...Ah, heeere we go!" Phobie finally all but cheered, reaching the segment she was looking for. "Do you take this yadda yadda yadda, I certainly do!"
[16:03] <Sickerton> Then she turned to her 'blushing bride', standing up straight as she resumed the formalities proper.
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Now, do YOU take Phobie Von Hündin as your lawful wedded wife?"
[16:03] <Sickerton> The baroness waited a beat, then with a slight lean over and a waggle of an eyebrow added:
[16:03] <Sickerton> "Now I don't wanna pressure you for time or anything, but..."
[16:03] <Sickerton> (yt)
[16:09] <thesteedman> Faith always wondered if she would ever get married. Though spiritual in nature, that was not to say she had never bedded anyone. Urges were urges after all and Faith also had them despite what her normal stoic expression might suggest.
[16:11] <thesteedman> In her travels she had shared moments with various women and certainly enjoyed some special nights and moments, but merely when passing through villages and rarely at that.
[16:11] <thesteedman> She never thought about settling down but knew one day she might greet the right woman. Or so she believed... Phobie was certainly not the right woman, but the woman she was going to marry.
[16:12] <thesteedman> If this went through... Phobie would be given full rights to her fortune... No doubt she would be returned home and the Baroness would take over her name, her lands, her people...
[16:13] <thesteedman> What Faith got in return was that she was allowed to live which was something Phobie rarely offered her toys. What life would she have though?... No doubt trapped within a keep for the rest of her days to be brought to Baroness when she wanted something to wrap her legs around when her twisted desires kicked in.
[16:14] <thesteedman> Nor was this the wedding she would have wanted... given her state of attire... as little as it was.
[16:15] <thesteedman> "Why... are you doing this? Are you not wealthy enough? Do you not already have all you can need?" Faith dared to whisper. Since Phobie discovered she was Faith Naridia, she had been nothing but polite in the most loose way of the word.
[16:16] <thesteedman> A twisted version of polite as she never shouted nor condescended her... even when she brutally tortured her. There was almost a respect there... like she remembered their past and held her in some kind of regard above the rest.
[16:17] <thesteedman> It was always hard to say... most times Faith was trying her best not to be broken in half.
[16:17] <thesteedman> (yt)
[16:02] <Sickerton> Even barring current and immediate complications, Faith was not the best at reading the nuances of faces. For fairly obvious reasons. Which was an extra shame now, as while she probably caught the cocking of Phobie's head the accompanying expression would be completely lost on her.
[16:02] <Sickerton> The legendarily cruel and bloodthirsty royal looked down upon her bride to be with... a type of sad, but endearing pity. Like the loving owner of a two legged dog, watching it trying to stand up after a long nap.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Oh, dearest." she started wryly with a soft smile. "In some ways you- no, I will never go so far to say that what happened to you was a good thing. But the life you were forced into let you sail right past the life you were supposed to have."
[16:02] <Sickerton> Pocketing her tiny holy book, Phobie stepped forward and took hold of the monk's hands. Then - politely, but firmly enough to let Faith know that this was *not* optional, began to lead them both in an intimate ballroom dance.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "There is never such thing as too much wealth in the bloodlines we came from." Phobie semi-whispered back pressing herself firmly against her bride to be as they slowly revolved. "Money, power, connections, friends... all grains of sand in an hourglass. One *has* to reach out for more and more, as what they have will never stop draining away. It's why the wealthy and royal have acted the way they have since the dawn of time."
[16:02] <Sickerton> She dipped in slightly more, resting her forehead against Faith's veil, and mused
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Hate the game, not it's players."
[16:02] <Sickerton> Before drawing back and holding the girl at arms length as they spun faster and faster.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Besides!" Phobie continued, voice raising in volume and mirth as the world turned to streaks around them. "Who says this has to be *Bad* for you? Or your lineage? Blackthorn to me is a... useful contact, nothing more. Certainly nowhere near you! How about we join our forces - not like you were really *using* yours anyway - and hunt her down together? I'll pin down where she is, and you can go in for the kill!"
[16:02] <Sickerton> Faith was drawn in again, Phobie pressing close enough to whisper right into her ear.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Or even better. Take her alive, make her a plaything. *Your* plaything. Wouldn't that be poetic? The lady who ruined your life, broken and humbled before you?"
[16:02] <Sickerton> There was a deep dip, and Faith was left 'Looking' up into her dance partner's face, tongue tracing across her lips as she surveyed the monk in all her glory.
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Think of the possibilities." she continued, now far too into the moment to notice the muffled scuffling somewhere just outside the enclosed room. "All you've wanted. All you've needed."
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Just two words."
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Two."
[16:02] <Sickerton> "Words."
[16:02] <Sickerton> (yt)
[16:22] <thesteedman> As Faith was dipped back, supported only by Phobie with one hand grasped by her own and her other arm scooped around her waist, all manner of thoughts began traverse through her racing mind.
[16:23] <thesteedman> Her heart was beating in her chest, the blind monk a mere plaything to Phobie when the dance of madness came to an end. She couldn't help but wonder just how much truth ran through the words that escaped from her lips.
[16:24] <thesteedman> There was almost a temptation to accept the offer from the devil herself, a chance at revenge, to put an end to the journey she began so many years ago, that found its creation through tragedy and darkness.
[16:25] <thesteedman> Faith had only been with Phobie a short time. She did not need sight to see what Phobie was. Her words were always sweet but carried a poison fatal to most. To even one as strong as Faith they were able to weaken her, but she could 'see' through it.
[16:26] <thesteedman> Phobie just wanted those two words... those two words. Would anything change? Not truly, save for Phobie's sudden and sharp growth in estate as well as political gain. Faith was destined to be her prisoner... her plaything it seemed. This wedding was nothing more then a farce...
[16:27] <thesteedman> Not even truly needed. She could claim the marriage had occurred without it even happening... but Faith figured part of this was to show her dominance, all part of her twisted mind.
[16:28] <thesteedman> "I..." Faith whispered. There was a part of her that knew however, saying anything at this point that was not what Phobie wanted to hear would lead to a world of pain.
[16:29] <thesteedman> She felt Phobie bring her up, their bodies pressed close much to Faith's dismay. Denying Phobie would be a mistake. She was going to get what she wanted regardless of her answer. What was the point on being defiant at this point? There was no one left to impress, nothing left to prove.
[16:30] <thesteedman> "I..." Faith whispered, her voice trembling within her throat. In the thick of the moment, she had not noticed the sounds just beyond the door herself.
[16:30] <thesteedman> (yt)
[18:00] <Sickerton> "Yeeeees?" Phobie asked, drawing out the word like butter spread on bread. Or herself spread on Faith. Either one, really. As the dramatic silence drew on the baron pulled her partner more and more in, the embrace slowly progressing past deep intimacy and into something slightly tortur-
[18:00] <Sickerton> CRASH!
[18:00] <Sickerton> In the double doors connecting this 'playroom' to the hallway blew, a spray of pebbles flying in as it did so. The stationed guards were nowhere to be found... or, rather, everywhere, if one was clued in enough about the bits of gravel.
[18:00] <Sickerton> And in the archway now stoo... uh, slithered... a sight to behold. Quite literally. A rather familliar medusa made her way in, oil-hued tail trailing off behind with no end in sight. Her lengthy tongle flicken in and out instictually as her stony eyes swept the room... and settled upon the baron and her prize.
[18:00] <Sickerton> "That..." she began, shooting a glare that could quite literally kill. "...Isss not yoursssss..."
[18:00] <Sickerton> "...Oh?" Phobie answered after a pause; frozen mid-dip with Faith, but very notably not petrified. Probably had something to do with the (now softly glowing) runes on her shoulder. "Could have fooled me."
[18:00] <Sickerton> With a pull Phobie helped Faith back up to standing... and with a spin Faith was set aside, revolving a few times before she dropped onto her rear. Without looking back the baron herself stepped down from the altar, unsheathing her saber as she did so.
[18:00] <Sickerton> "A greedy dragon comes to steal the maiden away from her love." Phobie mused, wry smirk plastered on her face. "Fitting. Did you think you could pull this off abomination?"
[18:00] <Sickerton> Se'Na merely looked *past* her, to the sitting Faith, and spoke two words:
[18:00] <Sickerton> "I do."
[18:00] <Sickerton> POP!
[18:00] <Sickerton> The deadly choker collar released itself from the monk, dropping down into her lap with a tiny clatter. Se'Na, ever the information broker, had apparently either discovered or deduced the deactivation phrase for Faith's own restraints.
[18:00] <Sickerton> The actual choice of words raised... several questions... but as the baroness and serpent homed in on each other perhaps there were more pressing matters to think about...
[18:00] <Sickerton> (yt)
[18:08] <thesteedman> Faith let a gasp escape from her parting lips when the collar slid from her neck, clattering down on the ground at her feet. As if some creature of the underworld had crawled into their reality, Faith kicked the collar away... wanting to be as distant as possible from the contraption that had threatened her from the start when she was in a cell.
[18:10] <thesteedman> Bewilderment certainly began to take root that those words triggered the release. This was not the time to dwell however. Under the clothing of Phobie, she noticed a light source below the fabric, where her tattoo's rested. Faith had become familiar with them during the long embraces, and her futile attempts to escape.
[18:10] <thesteedman> Phobie's flesh was different on her shoulders, were the markings had been etched. Now as they began to burn a brilliant light, Faith could feel their presence, near almost see them as far as her senses went. They were keeping Phobie from being turned to stone...
[18:12] <thesteedman> Faith might have allowed Se'Na to deal with Phobie... but there was only one way out and that was past the duo. Whatever Se'Na's true purpose here was, escaping Phobie was her priority, and if that meant making an brief alliance with Se'Na then so be it.
[18:12] <thesteedman> Faith rose tall, taking a stance. Her strength was not quite was it should be given the long torturous sessions with Phobie, but Faith was confident in her fist.
[18:13] <thesteedman> Dashing forward, Faith set honor aside and looked to get the drop on the Baroness. The thought of fighting her after all she had done to her was frightening, but the fuel dousing the burning need for revenge more then spurned her on.
[18:15] <thesteedman> Rushing behind Phobie, Faith struck into her back hard with a closed fist, before following it up with an open palm, channeling her chi energy to force a wave of power unseen to the human eye, looking to propel Phobie towards her unlikely ally.
[18:15] <thesteedman> (yt)
[18:42] <Sickerton> "Like a knight in shining armor, I will- GAH!"
[18:42] <Sickerton> Phobie's romanticized ego stroking would have to be put on hold, as the attack from behind caught her completely off guard.
[18:42] <Sickerton> The blow and blast did not propel her nearly as far as it should have - most of the force being absorbed into her sigils, but she was still forced forward a few shaky steps. More than enough for Se'Na to lunge in and scoop her up in her arms.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "You're not... as slimy... as I expected..." the baroness grunted out through gritted teeth. "But still..."
[18:42] <Sickerton> She was too close to bring her blade to bear, but that did not make her weapon useless. With a swing she clubbed the naga queen with the hilt, forcing her to drop her prey as she grasped at her gashed face.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "Wait your turn."
[18:42] <Sickerton> Phobie spun around and gave Faith a disapproving look, just short from actually saying 'Really?' but then she was on her.
[18:42] <Sickerton> In a blink she had crossed the distance, and with a small hop a knee was plunged deep into Faith's stomach. As the monk was bent over Phobie took her head with both hands and pulled her in for a kiss, dancing their tongues across each other as the monk gasped for air...
[18:42] <Sickerton> ...Then with a heave threw her, sending the blind woman crashing into Se'Na just as she recovered. Away they both went, until they slammed into the wall and fell down into a mutual heap.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "There." Phobie continues smoothly, once again assuming a normal gait as she sashayed closer and closer. "None of this pincer attack funny business."
[18:42] <Sickerton> A beat.
[18:42] <Sickerton> "From *You*."
[18:42] <Sickerton> (yt)
[18:48] <thesteedman> Faith crashed into Se'Na hard, before the two tumbled into the wall. Faith coughed just about getting her breathe back, before wiping the saliva from her lips after the Baroness stole a kiss from her.
[18:48] <thesteedman> Se'Na got the worst of the fall and no doubt needed a little time, something Faith could not afford to spare. With a grunt she dragged herself up, favoring the side of her stomach which took the brunt of the powerful knee.
[18:49] <thesteedman> Faith took a few steps, feeling significant pain in her stomach from each step, realising just how hard the Baroness could hit with her deadly legs. Despite the pain, Faith retook a stance, taking a deep breath.
[18:50] <thesteedman> Though she couldn't see it, she could feel Phobie's eyes upon her. Given how little she wore, it was rather sickening to know even know the Baroness was drinking in her appearance. To Phobie... this no doubt only made this day all the more exciting for her.
[18:51] <thesteedman> As such, Faith knew this was her last chance to get out of this... otherwise she'd be spending her life as a slave wife to the Baroness. Dashing in, Faith knew failure was no longer and option.
[18:52] <thesteedman> Faith did not fear Phobie's blade. She was used to fighting enemies with weapons when she herself only possessed her fists. Though sluggish in her movement, Faith was still deadly quick. Her first move was a strike towards Phobie's wrist to try and disarm her after dodging a swing.
[18:53] <thesteedman> She tried to follow up with a kick to her knee, but she might as well have been kicking steel, as the strike almost hurt Faith more. However she tried to follow up, shoulder barging into the Baroness' stomach to send her towards a wall.
[18:54] <thesteedman> During all of this... she couldn't help but get the feeling that the Baroness was holding back... toying with her perhaps? Or merely savoring the moment... Regardless, Faith was not so confident, but she hid it well behind her stoic expression.
[19:14] <Sickerton> The disarming strike missed... while, at the same time, was wildly successful. Phobie did indeed spin to the side to prevent Faith from striking her wrist, but at the same time she plunged the saber into the ground and turned her full attention back to Faith. It seemed that - for one reason or another - she did not want to risk hurting her bride... in that way.
[19:14] <Sickerton> On the bright side, the shoulder rush landed right where it needed. For all the good that did. Phobie was pressed back against the wall, but is didn't seem to really phase her that much, that sickly smile remaining as she regarded the situation with obvious lust.
[19:14] <Sickerton> "Oh, so *forceful*."
[19:14] <Sickerton> Before Faith could decide on a new course of action, arms wrapped around her midsection and began to squeeze Back she was forced to arch, further and further as the baroness leaned in to nuzzle a cheek against her chest.
[19:14] <Sickerton> "Save a little for the honeymoon." Phobie quipped, before dropping one hand down to take a palmful of the monk's rump. "Or is this it already?"
[19:14] <Sickerton> Across the room, Se'Na finished shaking her head clear and growled at the sight before her...
[19:14] <Sickerton> (yt)
[19:21] <thesteedman> Faith groaned in pain, her back beginning to click and creak a little from the tight grip the Baroness had upon her. She couldn't stop herself from arching as Phobie pressed forwards against her, driving their hips closer together whilst she pulled her body in tighter against her own.
[19:22] <thesteedman> Faith pushed against her arms, biting her lip hard to suppress any more sound, knowing it was music to Phobie's ears. Soon she felt the hot breath of her tormentor against the exposed cleavage of her chest.
[19:23] <thesteedman> Phobie was half mocking and frighteningly half genuine. Her strength was unnatural, unmatched it seemed. Faith found it difficult getting free, and gasped when Phobie grasped at her rear with one hand, giving her firm glute a squeeze with her hand, whilst her other arms continued to close in around her.
[19:25] <thesteedman> "Uugh!" Faith couldn't stop a moan of pain escaping her lips, arching back as Phobie returned to squeezing her. She grasped at her top before Faith grasped her head with both hands, throwing some weight into a shove as she attempted to bash Phobie's head against the wall behind her.
[19:25] <thesteedman> (yt)
[19:51] <Sickerton> "Aw." Phobie cooed, seemingly unphased as her head bounced against the stone wall with an audible THUMP... and her shoulder tattoos grew just a little bit brighter.
[19:51] <Sickerton> "Playing hard to get, are we? That's what I love abou-"
[19:51] <Sickerton> "NO!"
[19:51] <Sickerton> Clawed hands dug into Faith's shoulders, and for an agonizing moment she was being forced against the arm behind her with colossal force... but then her sweat-beaded body slipped free of the hold, and she was sent tumbling back and away.
[19:51] <Sickerton> "NO NO NO!"
[19:51] <Sickerton> The monk would finally come to a halt against the only chair in the room; still occupied by the blindfolded (and by this point no doubt incredibly confused) La Chance. This netted a muffled "Hrng?" from the girl, but not much else.
[19:51] <Sickerton> The main event, of course, was the scene she had been tossed from. Now in a full-on rage Se'Na clawed away at a somewhat bewildered Phobie, screaming the whole time. "NO! NOT YOURS! MINE! MINE!"
[19:51] <Sickerton> For a few baroness had to take the full blunt of the fury, but finally found an opening. Bracing herself against the wall she shot out with both feet, catching Se'Na in the jaw, and forcing her to recoil long enough for Phobie to circle back to the embedded saber.
[19:51] <Sickerton> Gone was the pristine royal from the opening ceremony; her military suit hung in tatters, her pants were barely more than a handful of ribbons, and even though her now heavily glowing runes apparently saved her from actual gashes there was still murder in her eyes. Panting heavily, she pulled her sword from the floor and leveled it at the naga queen.
[19:51] <Sickerton> "Alright. Games are over. You're going to make a fine set of replacement boots for the set you just ruined."
[19:51] <Sickerton> (yt)
[20:03] <thesteedman> Faith may have apologized if it had been anyone else she had clashed into, but as it was all she could do was give a little kick against La Chance as she got to her feet. She might have done more if she had not suffered like she had... but a sly kick as she rose would have to do...
[20:04] <thesteedman> She didn't care for Se'Na... but Faith knew she could not win this fight without her. She charged once again, taking the Baroness' midriff with her arms whilst she shifted behind her.
[20:05] <thesteedman> With momentum on her side, Faith pulled her upwards, lifting the Baroness of her feet before slamming her onto the ground after throwing her over head, making sure she landed head and shoulders against the ground.
[20:06] <thesteedman> Faith tried to follow up... but all at once the pain began to hit her as the adrenaline began to wear off. She felt blood running down one of her shoulders, and her back was suddenly stabbed with sharp pain where Se'Na had near tore her from the Baroness.
[20:07] <thesteedman> Faith arched, falling short of her charge as she favored her back. She fell to her knees, biting on her lower lip hard, realising that precious momentum was slipping. With a loud shout of determination however, Faith pressed on through the pain.
[20:07] <thesteedman> Despite the uphill struggle, she clashed into Phobie again, feeling energy begin to pulsate from the marks on her shoulders as she tried to land strike after strike upon her.
[20:07] <thesteedman> (yt)
[20:50] <Sickerton> "Get ready, you scaly - Aw what -"
[20:50] <Sickerton> Phobie was once again blindsided by the monk, getting the wrong side of a suplex with a weighty THUMP. Momentarily she stayed that way, legs dangling above her unflatteringly, before she balled up and rolled back to her feet.
[20:50] <Sickerton> "This is... quite a lover's spat...you're giving me here..."
[20:50] <Sickerton> It was clear that Phobie was getting, if now worn down, then worked up. Which could still be a good thing; both lead to mistakes. But then again, it could also lead to more rash decisions...
[20:50] <Sickerton> The faltering in Faith's charge was the opening she needed. As the monk once again crashed into her, Phobie palmed that still veiled face and with a growl heaved down to slam her head against the floor. As Faith flopped Se'Na dove in to try and bat Phobie away...
[20:50] <Sickerton> ...but halted against the hilt of the saber Phobie had instantly stuck out with her other hand, having skewered herself against it.
[20:50] <Sickerton> There was a gurgled gasp as the medusa writhed, pawing at the sword embedded in her chest. With a smirk Phobie let go, allowing the naga queen to sway woozily where she was as the baroness rose to standing.
[20:50] <Sickerton> Se'Na gazed up at the woman looming over her, hands dropping away as her mouth hung slack and her gasps grew shorter...
[20:50] <Sickerton> Only to have her blurring vision be taken up by the sole of a tattered boot, as Phobie brought a foot up to push up against her face to nudge her off balance.
[20:50] <Sickerton> Down Se'Na went, hitting the ground with a meaty THUD. After the impact she seized once more, then settled into worrying stillness as the puddle of red below her grew larger and larger.
[20:50] <Sickerton> "Well..." Phobie broke the silence, self satisfaction once again beginning to absolutely saturate her words. "That'll be a trophy... Will look good over the bed..."
[20:50] <Sickerton> Then she turned her eyes down to the monk at her feet, and began to unfasten the whip still hanging on her hip.
[20:50] <Sickerton> "But that's for later. Now?"
[20:50] <Sickerton> "Disciplining."
[14:46] <thesteedman> Faith felt a wave of despair wash over her. A heavy hand reached up, tearing away the veil from over her head. Se'Na had fallen, the sword buried in her chest and the Medusa left to collapse and expire. Her history with the Naga was not one to be prized, but in this moment she had been her salvation.
[14:48] <thesteedman> Granted... it was short lived salvation, and now Faith found herself alone against the Baroness. Faith gritted her teeth, struggling up to one knee, hearing Phobie unclasp her whip from her hip, letting it snake down to trail against the ground.
[14:50] <thesteedman> Each breath was labored through pain and exhaustion, and yet Faith still managed to stand on trembling legs. She roughly faced towards Phobie's direction, tilting her head in the manner she usually did when she listened for movement and sensed her surroundings.
[14:51] <thesteedman> She knew this would probably be her last stand of sorts... Whilst her life would not end, it may as well be over given the fate Phobie had in store for her. She heard her slip her tattered boots off, no doubt exposed all of her deadly legs from thigh to toe.
[14:52] <thesteedman> Faith was past caring however. Faith just wanted to hurt her... hurt her as much as she could before succumbing, before being forced to marry the twisted deviant.
[14:53] <thesteedman> "Damn you!" Faith spat out, pouring energy from a very limited source into a rush, trying to force Phobie up against the wall and stike at her multiple times.
[14:53] <thesteedman> (yt)
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Now now." Phobie chided, standing her ground as Faith clearly prepared to charge. "Don't be getting cold feet on me."
[15:12] <Sickerton> The baroness remained unmoving as her 'fiance' ran in, seemingly ready to take the attack head on... but then stepped to the side, juuuust barely enough to let Faith run by.
[15:12] <Sickerton> Or, she *would* have been running if Phobie did not also hook a foot under a length of Se'Na's unmoving tail, and lift it up to tripwire-height across Faith's path. Because of that the monk would have a much more unpleasant journey, tumbling across it to slide against the ground on her stomach.
[15:12] <Sickerton> Before Faith could raise herself up a foot was against her head, pushing her face against the floor with pressure as the sole playfully ground against her cheek. "And what are you doing, taking off your veil before the ceremony is over?" Phobie added, tapping the handle of her whip idly against her other palm as she did so. "Poor, poor form."
[15:12] <Sickerton> Phobie bent down, lightly tracing her hands across Faith's mostly-bare back, until a finger hooked under the single strap which held her top in place...
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Or are you telling me something here?"
[15:12] <Sickerton> For a few tense seconds she remained that way... then let go, raising herself back to standing.
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Trick question. You don't tell me."
[15:12] <Sickerton> Any relief the monk may have felt was short lived, though, as the whip came down upon her rear with a nasty CRACK! Steadily, methodically Phobie worked the lash back and forth, drawing no blood yet but making sure that Faith would still learn from her 'Spanking'.
[15:12] <Sickerton> "I."
[15:12] <Sickerton> CRACK!
[15:12] <Sickerton> "Tell."
[15:12] <Sickerton> CRACK!
[15:12] <Sickerton> "You."
[15:12] <Sickerton> CRACK!
[15:12] <Sickerton> (yt)
[15:18] <thesteedman> Faith shouted out in pain as she was hit with the whip against her rear. Making her arch her back and her heels from the strikes. She managed to turn onto her side but not before Phobie managed to lash her rear a few times.
[15:19] <thesteedman> Faith rolled onto her back, feeling the lash hit her cheek next, finally drawing a fine red line that seeped a little blood. The next lash, Faith managed to grasp with her hand, despite it drawing blood from her palm.
[15:20] <thesteedman> She could do little more however then keep hold of it, trying to stop the whipping, groaning in pain as she tried to regain some semblance of composure. She felt humiliated, her will slowly being broken down. Se'Na's arrival had given her a hope she dared to grasp onto, a chance to escape. But now it was all shattered.
[15:21] <thesteedman> Even her attempt to fight back... she was simply outmatched in every way. Phobie was too fast, too strong and all out relentless.
[15:21] <thesteedman> Faith tried to drag herself upwards, but it was much harder then before. Her legs began to burn, her flesh stung with intense pain where Phobie's whip had clashed against her.
[15:23] <thesteedman> Faith hated that a part of her wanted to beg for mercy, to beg for an end to it all. Phobie had won... Faith knew that, but her body, being what it was... simply wouldn't let her give up despite how hopeless the fight was, and how defeated she felt.
[15:24] <thesteedman> Her body moved on its own against her will, trying to rise, though Faith herself was doing everything she could not to sob, not to reveal that her will was on a knife's edge of shattering.
[15:24] <thesteedman> (yt)
[15:48] <Sickerton> Faith's shaky climb upwards was simultaneously aided and halted; a hand seizing her by the scalp, then tilting her head so that she was held in place 'staring' up at her tormentor.
[15:48] <Sickerton> Even blind, it was obvious that her current master and soon-to-be spouse was positively glowing. And not just literally, due to the now pulsing runes on her shoulder. Phobie was primed, she was ready, she was... *excited*.
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Oh, my dear..." the baroness cooed, pausing for a moment to lick her lips hungrily. "You have *never* looked better."
[15:48] <Sickerton> Up Phobie's other hand came, fingers straight out, and with a mighty backhand Faith's world burst into fireworks.
[15:48] <Sickerton> When she came to again, the changes would be immediately obvious. They seemed to be in the same room; Faith could sense Deja still stuck in that single chair nearby, and Se'Na remained sprawled all around her. Even moreso now than before, in fact. As she lay unconsious Phobie had gotten a bit...creative.
[15:48] <Sickerton> Faith now lay against a thick portion of the medusa's seemingly endless tail; propped up against it, so her back was forced to arch against the lump it created. Her arms were also hooked back over it and around, so that her hands were pinned underneath the scaly bulk. It would have been simple for the monk to roll herself back over the tail to free herself... if Phobie was not perched atop her, mighty legs wrapped around her midsection, staring down at her with a smoldering gaze.
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Welcome back."
[15:48] <Sickerton> Phobie dipped down to give Faith a small peck on the forehead... then thought it over, sipping down to drag her tongue across the monk's neck.
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Time to finish our rites." she huffed out between strokes, clearly getting more and more... into things.
[15:48] <Sickerton> Slowly but surely the pressure began to build, those terrible thighs squeezing tighter... and tighter... not unbearable *yet*... but soon...
[15:48] <Sickerton> "Say the words." Phobie purred, snaking her arms around to Faith's back even as she continued to nibble at her throat. "I'll be taking your breath away, one way or the other."
[15:48] <Sickerton> (yt)
[16:06] <thesteedman> Faith groaned, feeling Phobie's legs slowly begin to close around her slender waist. Her body noticably strained, the salivia trail along her neck shining in the light. Faith tried to free her hands but the weight of the tail was too much.
[16:07] <thesteedman> She fell back agaisnt the tail, her legs squirming but unable to get any leverage with how highly perched Phobie was. She felt her legs tense, squeezing her tightly, almost as if testing what she could take.
[16:08] <thesteedman> Faith breathed heavily, squirming to no avail. She knew what came next... she knew this wouldn't end until she said the words. Perhaps to save herself the pain she should... maybe Phobie would go easy on her.
[16:08] <thesteedman> A part of her knew deep down nothing would change however... it would only serve to give Phobie the satisfaction that she had compeltely overpowered Faith in both body and mind.
[16:09] <thesteedman> Yet... as her legs continued to squeeze her middle, Faith knew she would not be able to hold out for long, knowing the extent of the power of her legs and her twisted obsession with them.
[16:10] <thesteedman> "N... no..." Faith whispered, her voice broken despite its defience. Even blind, Faith could not turn to face towards Phobie, purposely looking away, feeling her perverted stare.
[16:10] <thesteedman> (yt)
[16:52] <Sickerton> "Your words say no..." the baroness mused as she continued to slather herself against the defeated monk. "But your voice? Well..."
[16:52] <Sickerton> Down her tongue travelled; dancing across Faith's collarbone playfully and teasingly. At the same time her groping hands made a similar journey, dipping further and further down along the blind woman's sides.
[16:52] <Sickerton> "I... do not think you are as against this as you believe."
[16:52] <Sickerton> Fingers wrapped around Faith's still pink and stinging rump, sinking into the toned backside as Phobie pulled her even closer against her. a move that was probably not needed, considering the literally crushing intimacy they already shared, but the baroness always got aaaaaalll that she wanted and that wasn't going to stop now.
[16:52] <Sickerton> "Two words." the royal whispered now slathering the cleavage which poked out of Faith's scandalous attire. "Two words and you can start your life anew."
[16:52] <Sickerton> "Two words... and I... can give..."
[16:52] <Sickerton> In an instant the disturbing tenderness faded away; Phobie giving the top of one breast a 'Love bite' which did not *quiiite* draw blood, but was not far off from doing so. At the same time her thighs ratcheted up their pressure, closing like a vice even as the baroness ground herself against her helpless bride-to-be...
[16:52] <Sickerton> (yt)
[17:06] <thesteedman> Faith gasped, feeling the baroness all but sink her teeth into her flesh, biting down hard but just shy enough pressure to break the skin. It was made all the worst as the growing pressure around her waist forced her to arch, making her chest heave against the Baroness' face.
[17:08] <thesteedman> Once more Faith tried to free her hands from under the immense weight... but no such joy. She was a plaything for the Baroness, who was drinking in all of this moment. This was her wedding day after all, and it seemed Phobie was trying to make every moment special.
[17:08] <thesteedman> All she wanted was two words... two simple words.
[17:09] <thesteedman> Faith moaned quietly, her back beginning to creak as a few muffled pops sounded out from the base of her spine. Her stomach tensed, her head whipped back and her toes curled, feeling the squeeze beginning to get the best of her.
[17:09] <thesteedman> Pain ran through her back, whilst the sharp sting against her chest continued for a moment longer as Phobie took all the spoilts.
[17:11] <thesteedman> "Please.... stop... stop this..." Faith gasped out breathlessly. Her pride finally beginning to visibly falter, breaking at the seams. She was just so exhausted and drained from her time here.
[17:12] <thesteedman> The seemingly endless nights in Phobie's quarters. When Faith was not tortured, some other poor girl suffered a terrible fate to quench the twisted thirsts of Phobie. The mind games... the whip... her damn crushing legs!
[17:12] <thesteedman> It was becoming too much... and Faith couldn't bare the thought of a lifetime of it. "Please... no more."
[17:12] <thesteedman> (yt)
[17:38] <Sickerton> After one more good squeeze the baroness released her handholds - as well as her bite - to instead rise up and seize Faith's head. Deep she stared into those dead eyes; savoring how even in thier disused state, she felt she saw hints of dire comprehension.
[17:38] <Sickerton> "Oh, my sweet. You know just what to do to stop this."
[17:38] <Sickerton> A giggle.
[17:38] <Sickerton> "The next time I let you, of course."
[17:38] <Sickerton> Then Phobie lunged, locking Faith's lips with hers in a frenzied and passionate kiss!
[17:38] <Sickerton> So spirited was this attack that they both rolled over the medusa's tail; Faith landing on her shoulders as Phobie remained spread out on top of her. And those thighs still had her right where they wanted her of course, creaking her insides further and further with each passing second. Adding to the indignity was the saliva trickling downward from their beastial makeout session, pooling around where she lay in a steadily larger puddle...
[17:38] <Sickerton> Perhaps there was one saving grace to this predicament, though. Due to the change of position Faith's arms were not at such a taxed angle any more, and maybe - just MAYBE - she could wriggle her hands free from this new position.
[17:38] <Sickerton> But that was a mighty big 'If'. Even if she still had the strength... and if she wasn't too distracted by her torso threatening to cave, and the tongue greedily claiming her mouth as if life itself depended on it...
[17:38] <Sickerton> (yt)
[17:46] <thesteedman> Faith managed a slight grunt as the two fell from the tail, Faith's hands still pinned, as the Baroness seemed to pour herself all over her. It was only now that Faith realised Phobie's jacket had been opened, as she felt her bare skin against her own as Phobie began to grind and mesh her form against Faith's.
[17:47] <thesteedman> Breathing was quickly becoming more difficult, and try as she might Faith could not break away from the feverish kissing, as Phobie was like a woman possessed. Faith's waist seemed to inch by inch become a little smaller as bare legs clamped ever tighter.
[17:48] <thesteedman> What precious moments she did break her lips away, Phobie was back on them, her tongue sliding almost like a serpent down her throat, her legs constricting her, crushing her tighter and tighter.
[17:50] <thesteedman> Faith's thought process began to race from the lack of air. The uncertainty... the fear. Phobie had her wrapped up and it seemed her fate was sealed. She felt salvia run down her cheek and her chin as Phobie continued to obsess over her lips with her own.
[17:51] <thesteedman> Faith did not know how or when it happened... but her hands were finally free during the entire struggle. No doubt in her subconcious struggling... she must have managed to pull them from under the girth of the serpent tail without realising.
[17:52] <thesteedman> However, it seemed to do little good as her strength was fading fast. As Faith only now just realised between the brief respite of the kisses she had been screaming in agony as her back crackled and clicked loudly.
[17:52] <thesteedman> (yt)
[13:14] <Sickerton> The muffled screams were met with pleased moans, both fighting for supremacy in their shared mouths. And that struggle followed real life to a T; the shrieks steadily dying out as the groans of satisfaction rose to take their place...
[13:14] <Sickerton> Phobie finally came up for air, but not without leaving a memento of her own. One last love bite on the inside of Faith's lower lip; *This* time hard enough to draw a bit of blood and give the monk a taste to dwell on.
[13:14] <Sickerton> Up she rose to a mounted position on the girl, all but panting as she palmed the blind woman's breasts... purely for the sake of stability, to be sure. Her own chest was heaving as well... But if Faith's attention was to caught by anything there, it would probably be the emblem of her house hanging down between them.
[13:14] <Sickerton> Her necklace. Although, it seemed, it was Phobie's now. Just like all it represented would soon be.
[13:14] <Sickerton> "Oh, love." the royal cooed after licking her lips clean, eyes *probably* wild as they looked down upon her prize with blazing desire. Probably not nearly as much as her sigils, though. Even if Faith was not blind, she had a feeling that if those tattoos were currently as bright to 'real' sight as they were to her substitute *that* probably would have changed rather quick...
[13:14] <Sickerton> "Say..." she continued, ramping up the vise grip of her perfect legs even as she continued to grind against her captive. "...Your... piece..."
[13:14] <Sickerton> (yt)
[13:24] <thesteedman> Faith's mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound escaped. Phobie's legs slowly crushing her slender waist, causing the blind monk to slowly arch back further each moment her grip tightened. Blood slowly seeped down from the side of her lip from the fresh cut Phobie had gifted her, and only the sound of her back slowly crackling could be heard.
[13:25] <thesteedman> Faith's stomach strained as she tried to endure, and her head whipped back, feeling her spine complain from the pressure no one could truely learn to get used to.
[13:26] <thesteedman> Finally... she managed a breathless moan, gripping at Phobie's legs, bringing herself upright as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I... " Faith whispered.
[13:27] <thesteedman> ".... refuse..." Faith managed, gritting her teeth. Her fists noticably clenched, however it was her head that she used first. Though her chest burned from lack of oxygen, though her spine was screaming for release... somewhere, deep within, Faith tapped into a last gasp of energy.
[13:29] <thesteedman> Her fear and desperation manifested into something... bringing out a part of Faith she had buried away. The fear, the recklessness and the anger all surfaced... if only for a moment... the feelings she had when she was a slave to the fighting pits
[13:30] <thesteedman> Faith rammed her head against Phobie's. Knowing full well it would potentially damage and daze herself more then Phobie... but the act was to inflict shock and surprise. Faith followed up with a hard right, with a left following close behind.
[13:31] <thesteedman> The blind monk shifted herself for better leverage on her knees, pressing the Baroness back despite her crushing legs still having their grip upon her. Faith was more focused on simply inflicting what damage she could, sensing the energy pulsating from the unusual tattoo's upon Phobie's shoulders.
[13:32] <thesteedman> During this time, Faith had not realised she was screaming in rage and in pain. But she didn't stop punching... she couldn't stop punching... she knew her life as a free woman would be over, she could not become a slave again, she would not!
[13:32] <thesteedman> (yt)
[13:59] <Sickerton> The baroness was forced back somewhat by the flurry of blows... yet, that smug smirk did not leave her face for a single second. Her head merely twitched slightly as every punch landed, with no real progress made...
[13:59] <Sickerton> ...Aside from the still rising intensity of her sigils.
[13:59] <Sickerton> "Sure."
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "Let it-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "-out."
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "One-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "-more try-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHACK!
[13:59] <Sickerton> "-for the roa-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> WHA-
[13:59] <Sickerton> Finally, with one last desperate flail, something gave.
[13:59] <Sickerton> There was one fraction of a second where Phobie could tell something was wrong, but only a widening of her eyes betrayed that before the world went white. All at once the protective and restorative wards etched onto her gave out, turning the room into an underground star as unearthly light surged out of the royal's seizing body and out in every direction. For what seemed like an eternity the woman was but a screaming silhouette in a corona of light...
[13:59] <Sickerton> Then she fell forward, smoking and slightly singed atop the dazzled monk.
[13:59] <Sickerton> "Gonna..." Phobie managed to gasp out, clearly worse for wear. "Take the cost... for replacing those... outta your-"
[13:59] <Sickerton> It was at that point that several... points of interest arose. Perhaps it would be prudent to go through them one by one.
[13:59] <Sickerton> For starters, Faith would feel quite different than she did mere moments ago. No longer would she taste copper in her mouth, feel the creaks of a collapsing ribcage, or quiver as her spine slowly gave out. In fact, she could possibly go so far as to claim herself refreshed! It seems that the explosion of energy did more than just put on a show; she had absorbed enough of it to heal up pretty much all of her (recent) wounds.
[13:59] <Sickerton> Which leads directly into point of interest two:
[13:59] <Sickerton> The tail Phobie had scoped as a bed for their inevitable consumation... had begun to move.
[13:59] <Sickerton> Before either girl could react coils were wrapping and raising the both of them; Once more pressing the monk against the baroness stomach to stomach, but *this* time with Phobie being the more worried of the two by far.
[13:59] <Sickerton> "W-w-w..."
[13:59] <Sickerton> Faith could not quite make out what had seized the attention of her 'sweetheart', but a good guess could be made from the clatter of a sword hitting the stone floor... and the serpentine hiss that followed it..."
[13:59] <Sickerton> "...W-wait a second here..."
[13:59] <Sickerton> (yt)
[14:14] <thesteedman> Faith breathed heavily... though her physical wounds were healed, the burst of energy did nothing for her mental wounds. Her left arm shook, the all emotions she normally kept it check leaving a physical aftermath.
[14:16] <thesteedman> Faith almost seemed... blind for a moment. Slowly gaining more control of her emotions, barely realising that she had been wrapped up in powerful coils as Se'Na once more came to life.
[14:17] <thesteedman> Bound to Phobie, the two were face to face now, though for once Faith could feel the Baroness' breathing increasing as her own began to slow. "Wait?..." Faith whispered, almost in disgust.
[14:19] <thesteedman> "Wait?!... " Faith gasped, her breathe catching in her throat, recalling all the times she 'witnessed' innocent young women gasping such words before Phobie would enduldge in her sadistic fantasies.
[14:19] <thesteedman> The words of mercy fell upon deaf ears, as did Faith's pleas for their lives. And now here was Phobie... on the wrong side of it all, and all she could do was mutter like the rest.
[14:20] <thesteedman> "Is this not what you wanted?" Faith then whispered, slowly becoming calmer, returning to her usual self when she realised now how the tables had turned. Bound to Phobie, she realised she had this terror of a woman at her own mercy.
[14:22] <thesteedman> However... it was not Faith's place to take the honours. "... You wanted us to be together. Here we are, just as you so desired." Faith whispered, slowly taking on her Chi energy, letting her form slowly shift as her skin became a pale grey, her hair beginning to brighten.
[14:23] <thesteedman> She knew if Se'Na was going to crush them, Faith would be able to endure in this form. But she could not say the same for Phobie, who was now defencless. Slowly Faith wrapped her arms around her neck, bringing her closer... no longer afraid of the woman who had tortured her.
[14:23] <thesteedman> (yt)
[14:57] <Sickerton> "B-but not like this..." the formerly haughty royal replied with a now wavering tone. "T-this isn't how this story is supposed to end..."
[14:57] <Sickerton> The coils around the two shifted... and started to constrict.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "Childhood friends reunited... one pulling the other up from pitiful, aimless wandering..."
[14:57] <Sickerton> Still the consttriction tightened, and with it Phobie's panicked rambling.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "Dragon slain. Kingdoms joined. Deals struck."
[14:57] <Sickerton> Tighter. Tighter. Her words now flowing without pause, like a dammed river finally breaking free.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "ResourcespooledplanmadethornclippedwrongrightedwoundshealedhumanityfoundinsidethemonstOHGODMAKEITSTOP!"
[14:57] <Sickerton> Gone now were the last of legibility. Writhing in agony, all the baroness could do was bury her face against Faith and scream. Eyes wide, sweat rolling down her shuddering form, she shrieked and shrieked...
[14:57] <Sickerton> Until with a SNAP her body hitched back, now only touching stomachs with the monk as her form adopted almost a perfect V shape.
[14:57] <Sickerton> The royal shuddered once more, looking blankly up at the ceiling, then fell limp and still in Faith's arms. Soon the coils also dropped away, leaving the monk's embrace as the only thing keeping the clearly broken baron 'standing'.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "You ssssshouldn't worry me like that." Se'Na finally spoke up, now that the main threat was dealt with. "I gave you a guide for a reasssso-ooooh!"
[14:57] <Sickerton> Her interest with the royal now past, the medusa now had eyes on the last person present besides her own favorite morsel. With a coo of interest the snake girl slithered over to the 'Witness' chair, sliding behind the forcefully seated woman and placing a clawed hand atop her head.
[14:57] <Sickerton> "What ssssshould we do with thissss one?"
[14:57] <Sickerton> For what it was worth, said occupant seemed to have at least a vague notion of what was going on despite the blindfold. Given a moment of effort La Chance managed to spit out her gag, and after taking a second to nervously lick her lips floated a rather succinct question:
[14:57] <Sickerton> "Now, I'll understand if ya say no, but may I have a word?"
[14:57] <Sickerton> (yt)
[15:04] <thesteedman> Faith held the Baroness on her feet, feeling her broken form slumped within her arms. She could feel life within her, but it was faint. Faith did not care if she lived or died at this point, simply allowing her to slump, knowing that her back had been shattered.
[15:05] <thesteedman> If she lived... Faith knew she would not be able to walk again, and use those precious legs of hers.
[15:05] <thesteedman> Faith turned in the general direction of Se'Na, feeling her presense all around with her snake tail, and knew she motioned towards La Chance who had been ever present in a sense during her capture. Why Phobie had not killed her... perhaps she kept her alive for her own amusement of sorts.
[15:08] <thesteedman> "Can you really explain your actions with just a single word? As well as giving me a reason not to allow Se'Na here to have her way with you?" Faith spoke, a clear hint of venom dripping within her tone.
[15:08] <thesteedman> (yt)
[15:39] <Sickerton> The ultimatum garnered another worried lick of the lips from Deja... although, perhaps with the *hint* of a smile behind it.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Tech'cally, no. I don't."
[15:39] <Sickerton> SNAP!
[15:39] <Sickerton> A few feet away the jeweled collar Faith was given to replace her usual one jerked on the floor, as the spikes slid in all at once to stab the interior.
[15:39] <Sickerton> " 'I don't' was the kill phrase for yer...thing." Deja continued, turning her head to face the source of Faith's voice. "I know that because you *orig'nally* said that instead of 'I refuse'. Heard ya gurgle yer last while that bitch fretted about the story bein' wrong or somesuch garbage."
[15:39] <Sickerton> A pause for effect, then she continued.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Also, it isn't very likely for a magic backfire ta be a good thing. If her strength sigils went instead we'd all be paste. Hurt like *hell*, that did."
[15:39] <Sickerton> Another pause, this time clearly for further thought.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Also, Phobe didn't *have* to notice yer necklace before she got done killin' ya that first time. Didn't have to take either of us prisoner either. She coulda pulled my head through the cell bars instead of just messin' up one a' my eyes. Hell, I wa- coulda been one o' those broads she brought up to her quarters with ya. All down to luck."
[15:39] <Sickerton> This time there was *definitely* a smile, wide and toothy.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Usually."
[15:39] <Sickerton> The scoundrel shifted in her chair - for all the good it'd do her so far as comfort was concerned - then continued on.
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Y'see, me and Lady Luck are on... *special* terms. She can be a right tart sometimes, but she makes it up for me in the end. Lets me get away with things I shouldn't, or call a do-over every once and a while. And in here? You bet I got enough bad luck saved up to burn when the time was right. So now here's my offer to you:"
[15:39] <Sickerton> "You *could* let... whatever the fark this thing behind me is have it's way, or somethin' equally nasty. And I'd probably have enough left in the tank to pull through in the end, although p'rhaps uglier and angrier."
[15:39] <Sickerton> "On the *other hand*, if ya let me outta this chair and let me walk away, I could instead burn what I have left on something good instead of damage control before I left. A favor of some type for ya. Can't tell ya what the specifics would be - 'cause even *I* wouldn't know until I did it - but it'd be nice I'm sure."
[15:39] <Sickerton> "Soooo..." Deja concluded, putting on her best poker face as she blindly faced the other blind woman. "...whattya say? Howsabout we try something 'sides murder today, eh?"
[15:39] <Sickerton> (yt)
[15:52] <thesteedman> "I would kill you myself... but it seems lady luck may indeed hold you in some warped regard. I dare not cross with such deities..." Faith lied. The only real reason was that she knew Deja had suffered like she had. She was the one to blame, but in a sense she had already been punished for her crime.
[15:57] <thesteedman> "Leave this place, and do not take your treachery with you. If you betray anyone ever again in the manner which you did to me, I will come for you if I hear so much of a whisper of it." Faith further explained, moving to free Deja from her binds.
[15:59] <thesteedman> Faith felt uneasy. She was letting the woman off somewhat lightly all things considered. It would take time to shake the painful memories she had gathered in this place, with some forever scarring her no doubt, but Faith knew her own strength, she knew she would recover.
[16:00] <thesteedman> "My thanks Se'Na. I... I thought all hope was lost." Faith then whispered to Se'Na, surprised by her rescue. It bought her precious moments to mount her desperate escape, and now she stood free, with Phobie left broken on the floor.
[16:01] <thesteedman> "I don't know how I can ever repay you for what you have done." Faith spoke, recalling how she left the medusa a bloody mess within her own swamp. They had not left on the best of terms, and yet here Se'Na was, a saviour of sorts.
[16:01] <thesteedman> (yt)
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Yeah, yeah." Deja quipped as she rose from the chair; brushing herself off and leaning against a support beam, but with the eyepatch still left in place for obvious reasons. "See ya next week then, I gue-"
[16:31] <Sickerton> Pop-pop-CREEEEEEAAAK
[16:31] <Sickerton> It appeared that the beam the little backstabber chose as a resting spot had recieved a bit of damage during the scuffle. Or possibly, it had *now*. In either case, this was the final straw, and La Chance fell backward as the support... didn't.
[16:31] <Sickerton> And the bit of the ceiling it was keeping up followed in turn.
[16:31] <Sickerton> When the dust settled, La Chance was scrambling for the door, clearly having had enough of *this*, leaving the wreckage behind her. And what an... odd wreckage it was.
[16:31] <Sickerton> In hindsight, it made a bit of sense. Considering what was sure to follow the marriage proper, it would be convenient for the wedding room to not be too far from Phobie's personal chambers. In this case right below; and since the ceiling of *this* was the floor of *that*, a rather familliar rose-shaped bed now sat at the base of a new inter-floor slope.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Huh..." Se'Na piped up as she took in the wreckage, slithering over to reach out... and pick up a small book resting on one of the silk-lined pillows.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Aw, she kept a diary." the medusa mused as she flipped through the pages. "Poetry, sketches, journal entries about meeting with Blackthorn, OOOH, a doodle of you!"
[16:31] <Sickerton> Se'Na held the pages up for Faith to see... then lowered them again, realizing her mistake.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Oh. Yeah. You can't read thissss."
[16:31] <Sickerton> The medusa looked down at the diary, then back at Faith... and with a wry grin sidled up to her, wrapping an arm around the monk's midsection.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "I need no repayment. Only want to help. In fact..."
[16:31] <Sickerton> The diary in her hand snapped shut, and her tongue poked out for a moment to tickle the tip of Faith's nose.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "I'll read all of this out loud to you."
[16:31] <Sickerton> The embrace tightened.
[16:31] <Sickerton> "Back at my place."
[16:31] <Sickerton> And then they were off; excited naga queen with not-quite-as-excited monk in tow.
[16:31] <Sickerton> That slippery cheat Deja was clearly one to lie through her teeth, but it seemed as if she was at least truthful about her abilities.
[16:31] <Sickerton> As well as one other detail:
[16:31] <Sickerton> Lady Luck was *clearly* a right tart.
