"Naked..." The older woman trembles softly, as the younger servant giggles. "Naked, huh? And you, milady? Will you need help back into your clothes, or will you be going to dinner just like we are?"
"Vampire..." The necromancer sneers, as she moves to test out Zendak's theory herself, tweaking the nipples of a poor bound beauty. The cause of her disdain is no mystery to Zendak, of course. Necromancers tend to hate vampires as a rule. They're dead, but they can't be summoned and controlled by necromancy like a normal corpse can - a challenge to the natural need to control and dominate which most necromancers have. "If she's a vampire..." The woman says as her fingers move down to penetrate her victim's pussy. "I will aid you - so long as you promise to break and humiliate her."
Claudia considers for the moment proposition of servant. As tempting as it sounds, it won’t be wise to make first impression on potential subjects as sluty whore. „Help me get into dress, I want to check what your lord prepared for me. And to be clear, I’m not going to force you two to be naked against your will. If you are too embarrassed or afraid of humiliation, you can redress yourself too”. She gets out of the bathtub and allows servants to drying her up with towels. As they dressed her up with fancy dress? Claudia asks. „Who I can expect on the feast? Except for man of the house”?
Eran moves closer and watches silently from the side as the elf dominates her human lover. It is quite the hot scene, but he does not let lust distract him and remains focused, waiting...
Zendar hummed as he observed the fellow Necromancer's actions. He was tempted to offer to take of her hands the females after she was done with them - either alive they could serve as a cattle for his future farm, or dead - those he could also use. But such a valiant request, for someone else's materials was... Rude. 'A pity~' he could only think as the bound beauty moaned, as necromancer toyed with her nipple and fingered her. "Oh?" He hummed, his attention turned to the female. "I... Thank you. I would appreciate your assistance." He nodded his head, then turned back to the ritual. There was no way the female would stop the ritual before it came to fruition. "Oh, I am going to have fun with her, allright~ I might not break her with magic, but there are workarounds, I theorised, and am eager to try~"
"If it'd be so easy, there would be more people around. Now. Follow my steps. Exactly. There are plenty of traps around." Cerim stops suddenly, looks at the ground and takes several, carefully measured steps, fitting his feet in-between the plants, avoiding dark ropes blending in with the shade. Once they cross they traps, it's a short walk until the dense overgrowth gives way to a large clearing, the unsettling rustling of leaves giving way to a soft hum of human voices. The middle of the clearing is occupied by a wooden shack, tied together with ropes and covered with the glowing leaves. Beside it stood a row of stripped logs with women tied to them. They have 3 hooks on the top, bottom and behind it, which together with notches carved into the wood provided anchors for the elaborate bondage holding the girls in place. One of the girls was tied to a pair of sticks dangling from the end of the rope hanging behind the log. Wooden shaft was drilled into the log and was now firmly inserted inside of her cunt, ropes on her thighs tied to the hook on the bottom to force her down onto the wooden dildo. She was helplessly whimpering into a gag stuffed down her throat, her cum slowly dripping down to the grass, her modest tits wiggling with brunette's every twitch. Tall blonde next to her wasn't in any better position, tied down with excessive amount of ropes, strands digging deep into her fair skin. Her legs are forced apart and lifted above her head, arms pulled back the rope, her entire body under tension like a fastened bowstring. Judging by her dried out tears under her blindfold and muffled sobbing, she wasn't flexible enough. Not by a long shot. Scrawny white-haired girl and a lean blonde sat off to the side, collared and leashed to their own poles. "H-hello. Master." Blonde kneeled as they approached, revealing the long, thin scars covering her entire body, lined up right next to each other as if someone tried to skin her with a whip. Only her face was spared. Her companion was sleeping on the grass, only wearing the blindfold and a collar.
"You tore my dress..." The older woman grumbles, while the younger seems unphased by her nudity. As Claudia leaves the bath, she feels the two women press towels against her body, rubbing the moisture from her skin. In an adjoining antechamber, Claudia finds a dress already prepared, presumably by some other servants, on a stand. The fabric is light and soft, the design fairly lowcut and form clinging, but not beyond the bounds of propriety like the dresses she's seen worn at the truly debaucherous noble parties. As the two women work to lace Cladia up, they speak. "Not too many people, milady. A prosperous local burgher and his wife, his lordship's houndmaster, and his lordship's young cousin, who's staying here after he lost his claim to his own lands."
Eran watches as Evasha's hand darts out, squeezing her lover's throat as she drives the false cock deep within the human's muff. The room begins to reverberate with hot moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh as Evasha takes her time forcefully fucking her girlfriend, breathing dirty talk in soft elven tones. By now, he's been forgotten, the two women focused entirely on each other.
The men follow Cerim towards the shack, footsteps on the grass not totally covering the shocked gasp of the redhead as she sees what's in store for her. The thugs observe the wares on offer with eager eyes, approaching. When they turn to face Cerim, though, they're frowning. "These women have been ruined." The first man grunts. From his tone, it's clear his concern isn't humanitarian in nature - just on the quality of the merchandise. The second man provokes trembling from the blonde as he roughly slides his fingers over her scars. "You've gone at them so hard they'll break soon." He sighs. "Daisy and...Violet, was it? Which ones are they?"
„You can put on dress of your friend, while she will patch your own”. Claudia suggests to older servant while they finished lace her her, she looks at herself in the mirror. Dress looks great on her, but muscles on her shoulders make it a little tighter while some scars where visible on her skin. It was oblivious that Claudia gained on her body much of marks from her mercenary life, she was no longer fragile girl. Claudia sigh and nod to older servant as she finished dressing herself up too. „Lead the way”. She said and followed older servant while younger stayed behind them in the chamber. Claudia walked through corridors until they reached doors leading to dining hall. „Be so kind, and announce me”. She takes a deep breath, rise head up, grabs skirt of her dress, to make best first impression before guests.
They sure are eager. Eran thought as he watched the pair. I wonder if the witch might faint from too much pleasure? Or even both of them? That will certainly be a sight to see... He kept watching quietly, letting them have their fun... and letting them exhaust themselves...
"Mhm. What did you do?" He roughly grabs blonde's breasts and gives it a harder tug, making her cry out. She looks down, mumbling "I'm sorry" under her nose like a prayer. Elf sighs and turns away. "They are not here but.... They better be able to explain it or I will rip their wombs out..." Cerim looked around with a frown. "Now. Where are-" He is interrupted by a loud cheer coming from behind the hut. "Where's your endurance, BITCH?!" "We just started! I would last longer than you did!" Cerim walls behind the hut to see the source of the commotion. That side of the compound didn't look much different. Poles, hooks and ropes are strewn about in multiple "stations", most of them empty except one which was surrounded by a small crowd of naked women. The tattooed woman with chestnut ponytail was trapped on top of a long pole lodged into her crotch, her amrs ties behind her back and her ankles tied to the pole just above the ground, forcing her to bend her legs, making it very tiring to keep standing above the pole. The pole had multiple protruding dull spikes and a huge knot, all already soaked in victim's juices as she's balancing on the edge of the knot, trying to lift herself up. "Hey! No going up! You think a tiger will just let you go?" A petite girl with purple hair shoved her, almost throwing her off balance but she recovered at the last moment, whimpering as she slid down onto the spikes and touched the knot with her pussy. She chuckled before grabbing her shoulders and pulling her down, drawing out her muffled screams out of her gagged lips as the knot gets forced inside of her. Her legs spasmed, desperately trying to lift herself back up but she didn't have enough strength, climaxing hard from the insertion. Two lightly tanned girls watched while touching themselves. Their hair were both cyan like Cerim's with glowing cyan markings crudely drawn all over their bare bodies. "She's loving the knot! Hahaha!"
"I'm sure you are. Then we have an agreement." The fellow busty necromancer announces as she pinches her victim's nipples hard, beginning to tweak them, as the light coming from the poor bound woman's chest only increases in its brightness. "These women...I want their pleasure increased tenfold, until it breaks them." She speaks over the moaning and the whir of magical energy. "Then we can talk vampires. Can you help me, or do you lack the stamina?" "Yes, milady." The older woman says gratefully, moving from Claudia to pick up the discarded dress - which still hugs her figure in an obscene way due to being a few sizes too small - while the younger one seems far from upset at having to go nude. "My lords and ladies, my I present her ladyship Claudia von Shamha..." The older woman announces as they reach the threshold, beckoning Claudia into the dining chamber. She sees the guests she was told of earlier - a grotesquely overweight man who must be the merchant, the young exiled heir, some beauties on their arms. By the fire, a small group of troubadours play music. Any worries she'd had about bringing a naked maid are dismissed as she sees a very scantily clad dancing girl with the troubadours. "Ah, Claudia! I was eagerly awaiting you." The lord rises from his chair at the head of the dining table, tapping the seat to his left. "Please, enjoy yourself. Have some wine, some food. All you like." He waves off a servant and pours some wine into a goblet for her personally.
Claudia accepted offer wine from lord and take a seat next to him. "Thank you Baron Reuger, you are perfect host". She take a small drink and nod for old servants. "And people in your service are excelent, they know how to please their guest". Claudia hides that she was a little disappointed that her arrivar was almost unoticed by the rest of the guests. "And that dress, as I assume it belongs to your dear wife, rest in peace. I regret never get a chance to meet her, I think we could get along".
"Yes, yeeeesss!" Lorelei screams over the heavy squeaking of the bedsprings as Evasha bodily pounds her lover, sweat pouring down their bodies. Eran watches the lustful show as she continues to pound away, flipping Lorelei over to take her from behind now. "Take it, you naughty fucking slut..." Evasha purrs, as she smacks her lover's ass hard as she delivers a hard stroke that prompts a scream from her lover, sweet smelling juices squirting violently against the elf babe's hips and thighs. "E-Ev...Mmngh...." A few minutes later, through which Eran has endured a painfully erect cock, and Lorelei has enjoyed two more orgasms. She's half catatonic, face pressed against the sheets and drooling slightly upon them. Evasha, however, keeps on going. Though sweat coarses down her body to emphasise her curves and muscles, she keeps pounding away unphased.
The redhead by the this point is all but hyperventilating, eyes wide and panic starting to set in as she gazes upon the fate that's clearly in store for her. The two thugs on the other hand look far less distressed at the sight. "Heheh, relatives?" One of the men asks as he sees the cyan-haired girls spectating the depravity. Cerim watches as the thug approaches them, asking how they like the show in a low, flirtatious voice, before asking if they'd like it done to them.
"Oh, I think you would have as well." The baron smiles, sipping at his own wine. Claudia feels the merchant's eyes on her, though the younger exile seems less interested. "I think she would have liked you indeed. I suppose my servants told you all about her, then?" He asks softly, a little too softly for his guests to hear over the music.
"Yes, they told me all about her. About her uncommon hobbies too". Claudia smiled to Baron Reuger, putting hand on his shoulder. "They told me everything, exept her name and how she was gone. Forgive me, if this question is too far".
"Hello Master!" The girls chuckle, not phased by sudden advances. "It's fun but errr..." One of the girls gestures, rolling her hands. "For the first hour. We are now on the hour two!" The other finishes with a grin, curving her fingers harder inside of her soaked cunt to the background music of painful whimpers as the tattooed woman slides deeper onto the wooden shaft. "Ehm. Girls." The soft words kills the relaxing atmosphere, the trio of girls straightening out as if burned as they face the elf. "Who almost flogged Monica's skin off?!" Girls flinch in a mix of fear and tension. "She almost stabbed me!" The purple haired girl raised her voice, fidgeting in her place as she waited for a reply. "I don't care why. I care how! What were you thinking?!" "But.. She wouldn't stop resisting!" "Then stop fucking whipping her if it doesn't work!" "I told you soo! But Violet was too drunk on the whip cracks!" One of the cyan girls cackled. "Silence! You three will now painstakingly heal all of her scars and she better still be sane by the end of it!" Elf crossed his arms, holding them tightly together, like weapons too dangerous to be left unattended. The girls groaned as they heard what the punishment was. "And stop dying your entire hair! You are getting customer's hopes up." He waved his hand at the pair of thugs to illustrate his point. He sighed, frustrated with the girls. "Where is Daisy?" "Out foraging with Kala." "So it means we have some time to kill. Come here, Violet. Your cunt is just begging for it.." Cerim grabbed Violet by her neck, pulling her against his chest while two of his fingers slammed inside of her exposed pussy, causing the adorable, petite girl to moan out as she shuddered, eagerly receiving the badly desired attention. "Come on, girls! Those two gentlemen could use some sex." He encouraged the two other girls while he started to massaging her insides, taking advantage of just how horny she already was.
Damn, Evasha seems really eager and insatiable! Almost as if she's wanted to do this for a while, but never had the chance... or maybe this is normal for their relationship... either way it doesn't matter. Eran kept watching and enduring his painful erection, waiting for both women to exhaust themselves. Well, mainly Evasha – the human already seemed out of it...
