Author Topic: That which yields is not always weak. [glooob!] [M/TW] (Read 17650 times)

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #80 on:** September 28, 2015, 06:53:10 pm »

It was a relief when Maddok left.

Esha never thought she'd think it, but she had started to miss the Steggadonians, and with only them in the room, she relaxed. Just a little. She knew what to expect from them, and...and at least they hadn't tried to violate her. They feared Skerrondus too much, and she knew what to expect from them. Obey, or get smacked. That she could deal with. That she could stomach.

And right then, after what she'd been through, she was too exhausted to do anything but obey.

She swallowed hard and turned back around, her stomach twisting at the vile flavor that lingered on her tongue and the sickness in her gut. She wanted to vomit, to purge, to get rid of all traces of that bastard on her, but instead she just sucked in a breath and stepped toward the Steggadonian.

"Yes, sir," she said quietly.

Daglobster · « **Reply #81 on:** September 28, 2015, 07:06:44 pm »

"See?" one Steggadonian said to the other.

"Quick."

They picked her leash back up, and led her out of the room and into a hallway. They walked for several minutes, before they led into another room. It was similarly shaped to the other one, but it was a bit cleaner. A single stool sat in the middle of the room. Pleasant humming came from a small Raptian woman at one end, sitting in front a mirror and preening her scales.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #82 on:** September 28, 2015, 07:17:46 pm »

Another hallway, another room. Esha heard the woman first, and her ears twitched hopefully, her first thought being that maybe it was another Feylini. She hadn't seen any other Rividean women here, or at least she hadn't noticed any, and she had begun to think that, maybe, the only women here were Feylini slaves. It was a disgusting thought--and she couldn't help but wonder how their own women were treated.

It was as they entered the room that she realized the humming was a Rividean, one of the raptor kinds, and Esha's breath caught for a moment as a new kind of nerves made her tense. She didn't know what to expect from this woman--she could be gentler than the males, or she might resent her all the more for being not only Feylini, but an object of Rividean desire.

It might have helped her gauge the situation more if she had any idea about Rividean gender politics.

Esha's ears went back and she lowered her eyes and bowed her head, submissive and obedient. Whatever the case was, she didn't want to make a bad first impression.

Daglobster · « **Reply #83 on:** September 28, 2015, 07:42:02 pm »

"New slave for ya," one of the Steggadonians said, and the woman perked her head up. Her eyes were milky white. She was blind.

"I heard you come in," she said, a particular snarl to her lips, off put by the lip dye she was wearing. She looked like she might've been beautiful once, but now, she was old.

The Steggadonians ushered Esha into the stool.

"Keep still. Her eyes are gone, but her claws are still sharp."

The Raptian woman stood up, and started to amble towards Esha.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #84 on:** September 28, 2015, 07:54:51 pm »

Esha took a seat on the stool as she was ushered to do, her hands in her lap and body stiff. She couldn't tell if the snarl was for the Steggadonians, or for her, and decided it best to just stay still and shut up.

She hunched her shoulders and watched her, studying her body language. She must be the one that was going to outfit her, something she couldn't help but wonder how she'd do it when she couldn't see.

Daglobster · « **Reply #85 on:** September 28, 2015, 08:20:59 pm »

She made it over to Esha, and immediately, she tapped the leg of the stool with her foot, to guage where she was in relation to Esha. She grabbed at the air in front of her face, and then frowned. She laid her hand directly on Esha's face, and shook her head.

"So, Ol' Skerro's getting Longears now, hmm?" She said, her tone mocking and venomous.

One of the Steggadonians shrugged.

"Just da one," one said, and the other chimed in.

"Spared her Da Rippa. Shifty pinkskin slaver talked him into keepin' her after he killed Peggy."

She smiled.

"Poor thing."

Her hands went to the top of her head, to her ears, and she gently stroked them.

"Where's she goin'?"

"House slave."

Another smile.

"Very poor thing."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #86 on:** September 28, 2015, 08:33:12 pm »

Da...Da Rippa? Was that the chainsaw thing? Esha twitched as the woman touched her face, all too aware of her claws, though her tense twitching soon turned to an involuntary shiver when her hand slid over her ears and began to stroke them so tenderly. She flushed, her face heating, and tried hard to sit still and not fidget, even though her ears flicked under her hand and her breath caught.

Poor thing?

Poor thing to be spared, and very poor thing to be a house slave?

Wha...what?

She couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand all this ambiguity, everyone talking around her about her but shedding no light on what anything meant. Biting the inside of her cheek and shuddering all the more at those ear strokes--which felt wonderful, but wrong, coming from the wrong person and making her desperately want to pull away--she took a deep breath and kept her eyes lowered.

"Ma'am?" she said quietly, as meekly as she could. "May I...may I please ask a question?"

Daglobster · « **Reply #87 on:** September 28, 2015, 08:46:30 pm »

The Steggadonians looked at the Raptian woman when Esha spoke, and she shook her head. She didn't like the Feylinian sitting in front of her, but she'd give the woman the mercy of answering a question.

It's not like the answer was going to help her.

"Spit it out, Longear," she said, and felt her ears for a bit more before tracing her face with her sharp talons, and then moving onto her neck and shoulders.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #88 on:** September 28, 2015, 08:54:50 pm »

Esha held perfectly still as she felt the woman's claws on her neck and shoulders, her posture stiff. Yet she was surprised that she was being allowed to speak, much less ask a question.

It was, indeed, far greater a mercy than she was expecting.

"Thank you, ma'am," she said, and meant it. She cleared her throat.

"What...is a house slave? What are a house slave's, ah...duties. Ma'am."

Daglobster · « **Reply #89 on:** September 28, 2015, 09:04:45 pm »

"Means you get to stand around and look pretty. Get Ol' Skerro his drinks, service his guests..."

She continued to trail her hands down Esha's side, getting the contours of her body down. Then, she put her hands right on her breasts.

"Ample," she chuckled.

"Also means Ol' Skerro can bend you over and put his cock in you whenever he damn well pleases. You better play along, too. I've seen him rip slaves in half."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #90 on:** September 28, 2015, 09:17:05 pm »

A small squeak left Esha when the old lady just went right ahead and grabbed her breasts, her body jerking. If she had been blushing before, it was vivid now, but she fought against the wave of discomfort. This was uncomfortable in a different way, but was nothing compared to what she'd been through moments before.

And it was nothing compared to what was coming. For the woman's description didn't sound all that bad--until, of course, the other shoe dropped and dropped hard.

Esha knew that was coming. And yet she'd asked anyway, desperately hoping for a different answer. She swallowed against the lump in her throat, her brown skin paling.

"I...I intend only to please him, ma'am," she said, even though she was shivering anew.

Skerrondus scared her in a way Maddok didn't. Maddok was awful, and she feared him--but not in the very mortal way she feared Skerrondus.

Daglobster · « **Reply #91 on:** September 28, 2015, 09:25:24 pm »

"Don't gimme that shit," the woman said, and let go of her breasts. Her hands went to Esha's thighs, and she gave them a good feeling up.

"Yeah, I think I might have something for ya..."

She turned about, tip of her tail dusting off of Esha's cheek, and went around a corner and into a seperate room.

"I was a house slave, for a while. I was his father's!"

She chuckled, and came back with a bundle of clothing.

"Had a cock like a fuckin' Plainstomper. Son's no different, either."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #92 on:** September 28, 2015, 09:52:59 pm »

She was a house slave? Gods...

Did they just enslave women, period?

Rubbing her cheek, she held her breath to try to slow her beating heart and listened to the woman speak, watched her return with new clothing. This woman was no ally--it was clear she didn't like her. But maybe...maybe she could still help, in a way?

"You served them, and served them well, then," Esha said, "considering you are still here. If...if I may ask, ma'am, can you give me any tips or advice? You know him best."

Daglobster · « **Reply #93 on:** September 28, 2015, 10:19:42 pm »

"Hah! You makin' blind guesses, aren't ya?" she said, and dropped the clothing onto Esha's lap. One piece was a very tight white shirt that clung to the form, covering only her breasts, the area immediately below it, and her collarbone. The bottom was a short skirt with red panties. There was no bra.

The clothing was clean enough. It looked recently washed, actually.

"They had any kind of fond for me, I wouldn't be sittin' here, pickin' out clothes for their imported cunts on legs."

She seemed to grumbled and seethe, but she sighed, and then put her hands together.

"For your own sake, do whatever he tells you to."

She bared her teeth, showing her that most of the teeth on her left side were newer than the others.

"He's got a mean hook."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #94 on:** September 28, 2015, 10:42:39 pm »

Esha stared at the clothing she was given--if it could be called clothing.

It was...

Esha's stomach twisted.

It was more like lingerie.

She looked back over at the woman, wincing at her insult--cunts on legs, as though Feylini slaves even had a choice. And soon she was wincing again as she noticed the state of her teeth.

Mean hook, indeed. Only Feylini teeth didn't grow back, not after they lost their baby teeth and got their adult teeth. That was it for them.

"I...I'm sorry that happened to you, ma'am," Esha said, swallowing down another queasy knot of fear. At least she could go into this prepared. As prepared as she could be, at least. For whatever good it would do. One of those "mean hooks" that knocked out the Raptian's teeth could no doubt kill her. "And I appreciate your advice. Thank you. For talking to me."

Daglobster · « **Reply #95 on:** September 28, 2015, 10:58:21 pm »

"Stuff it," came the Raptian woman's reply.

She looked to the Steggadonians, who gave her knowing smirks. She looked back at Esha.

"I ain't got too much love for Ol' Skerro. Pops was much calmer. I can tell you this, though..."

She pointed to her nose.

"Don't bother hiding from him if he comes lookin'. Carnotan's got noses like you wouldn't believe. Now get dressed."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #96 on:** September 28, 2015, 11:22:54 pm »

...That was reassuring.

"Th...thank you for the advice," she said, while screaming internally. Some part of this didn't feel fully real. Even after what she'd had to do to Maddok, it hadn't fully registered yet. Gods. She'd been crazy to volunteer for this. But her people hadn't told her everything, and she'd been angry, so angry, about Aeran, about her friends...of course she wanted to help them, but gods...

But once more, Esha did as she was told, quickly and without protest. She rose from the stool and turned her back to the Steggadonians before she slipped off her underwear from under her skirt, and replaced them with the new red ones. Then came the new skirt, which she also managed to slip on under her old one.

Only then did she take off her old skirt and let it drop to the floor. But then she paused and looked to the Steggadonians, frowning.

"Excuse me, sirs?" she said, and jingled her chain, for her hands were still bound and the leash still tethered to her collar. "I don't mean to be a bother, but, ah, I won't be able to put the top on like this."

Daglobster · « **Reply #97 on:** September 29, 2015, 09:50:43 am »

Esha didn't even really need to speak up. When she held the top in her hands and looked back at them, they knew what the issue was.

They stepped forwards, while one unhooked the leash from her collar, the other undid the shackles around her wrists. It was high time they took those things off anyways, since she wasn't going to be wearing them around the fortified mansion that was Skerrondus' home.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #98 on:** September 29, 2015, 10:39:27 am »

Gods, bloody finally!

Esha rubbed her wrists as soon as they were free, and then took a deep breath. Was this it, then? Would this be the last stop before Skerrondus's home? Her belly twisted into yet another knot of anxiety, for reality was finally starting to sink home. This was happening. He wasn't like Peg-Leg. He could really hurt her. Kill her. She was probably going to have to...to...

She swallowed hard, that horrible flavor still on her tongue, reminding her of exactly what she'd likely have to do. And more. With a shudder as fear crept over her, spreading goosebumps over her skin, she kept her back to the Steggadonians and slipped off her shirt, then replaced it with the snug new one.

Feylini were not particularly shy about exposing much skin, for Jeth was hot, but even this was too much, and the design was...gods. It may have been better to wear nothing at all, because it was the sort of thing she'd wear to bed with a lover. Well. Sort of. Feylini garments were much prettier, but the idea was the same, and the embarrassment was no less.

She quickly adjusted her skirt, wishing it came down lower, even though it had to be pulled down a little in the back to account for her tail. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, self-consciously.

Daglobster · « **Reply #99 on:** September 29, 2015, 10:46:01 am »

Once Esha was finished putting her clothes on, the Raptian woman approached her and slapped a new collar around her neck. It was shiny, chromed steel, with the same mark that dominated her left buttock proudly emblazoned on the front, Skerrondus' mark. Similarly chromed bracelets went around her wrists and ankles, and then she was given a belt.

The belt had several twinkly bits and bobs on it, and as well as being actually kind of pretty, it made a very distinct sound as the items on it clinked and jingled.

Just like a bell on a dog's collar.

"How does she look, boys?" the Raptian woman called out, and the Steggadonians stood next to her, looking Esha up and down.

"Like a picture," one said.

"Nice and soft..."