<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ui0kSlR.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Eidoma Carinweiss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14251911#msg14251911)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Small Dining Area<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Slaveplay, bondage, dark themes<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, mostly reaction to other players, and then new scene<br/><hr/>Everything hurt. The raw skin on her shoulders and waist looked normal, but it was a small fire whenever the ‘clothing’ that she was wearing rubbed at her. In a day or two, the skin would start to redden, in another they would blister and bleed and then callous. She could feel the same pain on her nipples. The thought horrified her, today, while serving, she would find something to help with that pain, any soft cloth that she could cover her sensitive breasts with would be a small relief, a hidden relief. It was the only thing she could think about.<br/><br/>As she stood by her masters, waiting for the others to gather, she didn’t quite get what she expected.<br/><br/>The large blonde woman was scaring her. This wasn’t the first time that the taller woman had shown wild bravado in this unfortunate circumstance. She wondered how someone could muster such strength in a place like this. She could even fall asleep without worrying about another prisoner attacking her. If only Ido had known that Brihe was protecting the water supply for the group, she might have tried to drink once or twice while the blonde was awake. If she had, she wouldn’t had been beaten again.<br/><br/>Still, she could only fear her the same way that she feared everyone else. They were either disgusting and dying or fully capable of dominating Ido with one arm. The brunette healer was trapped in the sweet spot. This was the worst place in the world to be a beautiful woman. She could only hope that her masters would value her and save her beauty by turning her into a sex slave. It wasn’t paradise, but it was better than this hell.<br/><br/>But Ido knew enough about the Drow, humans were not pretty things to them. So, unfortunately wise tears had been a companion to acquaint herself with.<br/><br/>The blonde was raving mad, Ido almost sank downward onto her knees to display how much she didn’t want to be associated with this reckless act of rebellion. But then the brute of a woman started speaking directly to her. She didn’t speak well, but she had a way of getting large ideas across. She’d called her pretty, scared, ordered her not to be, offered protection, and play time within about ten seconds.<br/><br/>Eidoma was fairly certain that talking to this woman would get her in trouble. So she looked up to her out of casual habit from being free most of her life. Her shocked eyes showed her fear brightly before she quickly returned her gaze to the shadows below her feet. She said nothing. All in all, Ido was averaging one word every 10 hours in the underdark.<br/><br/>The elven women beside Brihe now was basically doing the same thing, but more quietly, and semi-privately. It was dangerous, guards could hear whispers too. Ido hated this. All of them would have to work together to succeed in any kind of escape. But even the concept of trying to escape horrified her. She didn’t have The book of Mortality, she couldn’t even feel the presence of Aelos, her patron was a celestial, and his world was on the gates of the moon. Ido needed the moon to speak with him. The Underdark seemed to separate her from him, it was painful, every moment, and she felt weaker, but she wasn’t sure if that was because they book was gone, or because Aelos was gone.<br/><br/>No matter what, she needed that book if she had any hopes in helping with the escape, and she was sure that her captors had destroyed it.<br/><br/>Diero was talking about it too. He’d even introduced himself. He didn’t help her feel any more comfortable, but being in a crew with three people who all wanted to escape was interesting. Something akin to hope started to form in Eidoma’s mind.<strong>“Yes…” </strong>Her fourth word.  It had hardly been more than a crack in her dry throat.<strong>“I’m Ido…”</strong>It had been one sound, a hum and an attempt at a name.<br/><br/>Ido looked to her captor with apologetic eyes. She was positive that he could hear her. But, as the group was led on, it was clear that all of this wasn’t too outside of the norm. That was scary. Brihe, Leyana, Diero. They were all out of line, but no one seemed to notice or care. That meant that they were used to this. It meant that they had ways to keep slaves in their cages…<br/><br/>The hope sank with her head as she looked downward again. She had heard Jorlan, he was afraid of the Goliath.<br/><br/>As she walked with Jorlan and the guards, she was just trying to keep the rough fabric of her slave gown away from her nipples. It was difficult with her wrists chained together, but she did her best, and failed. They were alive with sharp pain by the time they were passing the Priestesses temple.<br/><br/>Eidoma spoke Underdark, she knew what this woman was saying. She knew the god that this drow was worshipping. She knew too much… ‘My magic, it will be an affront to her…’ Her hope vanished further. There was no way out, it seemed. She would be a white flare of magic in this place.<br/><br/>Not long after she’d been giving her orders. She had carried water buckets for eight hours the day before, and she’d spilled almost half of the containers. So, it looked like they were trying something new for her. ‘Serving.’ Eidoma had a good idea of what that meant.<br/><br/>Coming from a place of survival, Ido had been whipped for walking away last time without speaking. It was all about lessons down here, and learning the hard way. In one day, Ido’s will power had been significantly depleted.<strong>“Yes, master.”</strong>She had stuttered, and some life had come to her. It was sex work, at least that was what she though. And that was the slavery ideal.<br/><br/>She made a sincere effort to perk up as she arrived. These were new Drow, they hadn’t watched her cry, they didn’t even know she was new. Arching her back and lifting her chest, keeping her eyes up. She adjusted her hair as she walked. Ido tried to move as briskly as possible, but the restraints, and her exhaustion put together gave her a drunken pace. She wasn’t sure where her hands should go. She didn’t have the muscle structure for these chains. They were kicking her ass.<br/><br/>Sex work had a lot of different forms, so she was curious to see what kind it would be.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>And, Ido had not been judging the situation well. Ten minutes had passed in the shift. She was panicked through most of it, even though she had perked herself up well.<br/><br/>When she’d entered, she saw there were four of them, but they were seated at tables, two chatting together in the center. Two more men had their own table, but they seemed to be involved in the conversation as well. There was an empty table, but it certainly wasn’t for her. They’d been eating already, but they were waiting for her to come. Realizing that she was serving these men they’re meals instead of her body, she tried to learn the process as quickly as possible. Their food didn’t smell good, their win smelled like mushrooms, and they’re bread smelled like mushrooms. They had meat though, and the savory sour smell rising from the dish was making her dry mouth water. It stung, she was so hungry.<br/><br/>Eidoma had carried them several plates right away. The first service had been welcomed with an incredibly painful pinch on the ass. The drow had reached under her gown and delivered it to bare skin. As the first few rounds continued, One of them had clutched her by the hair without cause, if just to see her squeal. She had, and he’d laughed. The Drow could speak common as well, and telling her what they wanted was always done in that language. But that was the only reason they were using it.<br/><br/>Two carafes were sturdy Iron, standing  on the serving table that was her station. Their weight was not easy with her restraints. One of them was filled with wine, the other with water. So, she was oft expected to carry them both. Two casks were above the station on a high shelf. The food had to be gathered from a kitchen nearby.<br/><br/>Eidoma had looked at the cook when she was waiting for him to give her more of the delicious smelling meat. That had been a mistake. The large Drow had used the knuckles on the back of his hand to slap her in the face. Clearly, he didn’t care for humans much.<br/><br/>Even while she was just waiting, which was rare, the Four of them were watching closely. When close, they rubbed at her thighs, and gave her smacks on the ass whenever she leaned over. She accidentally stepped on one of their toes, and he’d lifted her gown before his fist came in hard against her left cheek. They were looking at her like food that they hadn’t had in years. They were speaking undercommon, and they naturally assumed that a worthless human would be unknowing of their words.<br/><br/>But Eidoma was fluent. She was listening very carefully. Most of their words were in direct regard of Eidoma. She was the most exciting thing in their world right now.<br/><br/>The healer without magic could tell that they were working men, and their sense of relieve spoke to them being done with their jobs for the day. One of the four, Hadros, she’d learned, was not that interested in her. He wasn’t talkative, so she made sure to serve him with as much obedience as possible. He ate with a focused look on his face.<br/><br/>The rest were loud, and laughing, giving Ido time to adjust, or disguise her expressions at their words. She was so embarrassed that she was sure they would find out, blushing, exhaling vividly, and turning her humiliated face. One of them was hoping that he could take her into the other room. He wanted her to suck his dick more than anything. Her tits became the next subject, and they were trying to get the best view of them as they possibly could.<br/><br/>His name had been Kophyn, the one that wanted her mouth. He had spilled his water on purpose. “Human, here.” He wasn’t exactly fluent in her tongue, but he was pointing to the empty cup that she’d just watched him spill. Her face showed sorrow. She still hadn’t had a sip in over a day. She didn’t dare drink in their presence. And watching him spill water just to get her closer to him was the greatest injustice she’d ever known.<br/><br/>She clanged and clattered her way over with both carafes in hand. She set down the wine to pick up his mug and pour. As she did, he took a handful of her ass and almost growled. “You look like it hurt you,”  He was talking about the water, and pointing to it on the dirty ground. “Thirsty, slut?”<br/><br/>Eidoma didn’t know what he was asking exactly, it sounded like he only knew a few different common words for a woman. She nodded, hoping to Aelos that he would let her drink. Her lips were chapped, it was obvious. “Well?!” He seemed angry, he wanted her to speak.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes, si- master. I am thirsty.”</strong><br/><br/>His tongue immediately switched to undercommon and he postured for his friends. “She thinks I’m her master, an absolute strumpet this one.” Turning back to her, he took the glass that she had filled and he tossed it into her face.<br/><br/>Reeling, Eidoma didn’t realize what had happened, but as she felt the cool liquid against her lips, her tongue went out to lap at it. It gave Kophyn time to grab the entire Carafe of water. Eidoma had closed her eyes, and the Drow was standing above her. Before she knew it, the entirety of its contents were coming down, and soaking her. Her instincts reacted, she opened her mouth and managed to get two swallows before the cascade of water stopped.<br/><br/>It was good.<br/><br/>She didn’t realize that Kophyn and Alakoj were laughing at her, and grabbing her by the arms. These men were fed enough to be jolly, and drenched Edoma was not wet enough. All but Hadros helped to bring Eidoma over to her serving station.<br/><br/>The cook watched on with a smile. The table below the casks was kicked aside and Eidoma was thrown down on the ground in its place. They were holding her hair, and the back of her neck. Hands were groping her breasts, rubbing the wet fabric against her searing nipples. She hissed quietly at the pain, still unsure of what they were doing with her.<br/><br/>In the chaos, she heard a command. “Look up, slut.” Ido looked up, when she did, more water came down, sure, they were soaking her, making her gown heavy and her skin cold. Her hair was drenched, and she was starting to shiver. But she was drinking water. Some of it was going down the wrong pipe. It was hard to breathe, she could hear the Drow laughing above her. The water stopped and she was released.<br/><br/>Gathering herself, coughing and opening her eyes, she saw them returning to their seats and laughing while they soaked in the image of her wet body. It was almost all visible now, clinging and rubbing everywhere. Still, she felt better. That large amount of water was exactly what she needed.<br/><br/>Rising again, Eidoma retrieved the carafes, filled them, and continued to serve. There was more color in her face now, her lips were more lush and welcoming. She was almost smiling now as she stood beside their table<br/><br/>Kophyn still had an empty cup, and she would need to fill it with water. She just hoped that this time, he would let it stay in his cup.<br/>