The crate was full of bracers, bands, daggers, and other portable magic items which would certainly be of use if one were to try escaping the violent way.  Most of them were +1 weapons and +1 Bracers of Armor, things suited for battle.  One of the more unique ones was a Flaming Burst Longsword, its blade wreathed in a hot, red energy.<br/><br/>The footsteps of a passing guard were loud enough to the point that Sabisstra had enough time to duck behind the door or prop herself up in the corner arc above.  It appeared that he was merely looking for additional supplies, but he noticed that the contents were tampered and immediately turned around to call for someone else.  Instead he spotted Sabisstra, and drew his blade.<br/><br/>"Stay there!" he shouted to her, recognizing her as one of the courtesans.  "There's nowhere for you to leave!"<br/><br/>Sabisstra<em>could</em>try and fight her way out, maybe even take a few guards with her, but with the slave collar repelling her and the lack of standard equipment, she probably wouldn't get very far.  Either way, she is quickly subdued and restrained and taken to a cell.  Bound in the same kind of chains she woke up in on her way, attempting to struggle would no doubt result in some nasty electric shocks.<br/><br/>"I figured that you'd try something like this," Madame Lemaire said from the other side of thick adamantine bars.  I can tell that your body is no stranger to pain; were you in less creative hands you'd probably be beaten and broken, which would only feed the fires of hate and revenge and leave unsightly marks upon your form.  But we have ways around that..."<br/><br/>With a closing snap of her fan, three bat-winged succubi manifested in the room.<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/TkCtv17.jpg?1)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/AY1zbeS.jpg?1)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/aaibiSI.jpg?1)<br/><br/>"Ooh, is this the naughty drow?" the one with the white hair cascading down to her legs asked.<br/><br/>"You can have her for the day," Lemaire said.  "Try to quell her rebellious spirit, I can't have her going about the Amaranth Palace, breaking into things like a thief in the night."<br/><br/>"Don't worry, she'll be more pliable to your whims once we're through with her," the dark-skinned one with yellow eyes said.<br/><br/><br/>Simultaneously the succubi teleported into Sabisstra's cell, their forms surrounding her on three sides.  Their soft hands glided along the drow's body, sending pleasant sensations tingling along her skin.<br/><br/>"Oh, she feels so lovely..."<br/><br/>"I like her hair."<br/><br/>"Come on girls, at least introduce yourselves," Lemaire said, giggling.<br/><br/>"My name is Malreth," the dark-skinned one said.<br/><br/>"Mine's Elgazia," the long-haired one said.<br/><br/>The one with light skin and stockings lifted Sabisstra's chin up, locking eyes with her.  "As for myself, you may call me Namestol."<br/><br/>Those mesmerizing blue eyes were hypnotic, so much so that Sabisstra could lose herself in them...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Will Save, DC 21</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you succeed, Sabisstra has enough of her mental faculties intact to realize when they teleport her, and to know what's going on.  If she fails, the succeeding time is a hazy blur.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Succeeding on the save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Suddenly Elgazia pricked Sabisstra by the spine, a brief sensation of pain running through her before all was numb, and her body turned limp.  She did not fall to the ground, for Namestol and Malreth had her chained arms swept over their shoulders to support her.  Hanging there, Madame Lemaire snapped her fingers as the chains unlocked and the world turned blurry as the succubi teleported away.<br/><br/>They arrived on a balcony overlooking the rolling hills of Shendilavri.  From what Sabisstra could recollect they were at one of the mansions dotting the countryside, and with her <em>Manyeyes</em> spell she could spot a port city off in the distance, flanked by rose red waters to the east.  Her new captors fluttered with their wings, carrying her into the decadent estate so that her feet barely touched the ground.  The place was fit for a drow matriarch, its interior ostentatious and decorated with fine art and sculpture, magic wards radiating everywhere.  Anti-divination, summoning prevention, standard fare for high-security areas.<br/><br/>Handling her like a priceless treasure, the succubi laid her down on a bed before removing her clothes and neatly folding them off to the side.<br/><br/>"The numbness should be wearing off soon," Namestol said, "but not enough for you to regain your movement."</div></div><br/>Sabisstra was naked, her form weighed down by some unseen force which did not hurt her but did not permit her to move.  She could feel a bed beneath her ass, her upper half propped up by pillows made of the softest down.  She was not alone, for the succubi trio was by her side, Malreth and Elgazia lashing their tongues on her hardened nipples as their hands wandered south, caressing her womanhood.  Namestol flew off and came back with some lotions and oils, which she began rubbing into Sabisstra's legs.<br/><br/>The drow noble could feel the sense of touch returning to her lips and mouth, finally granting her the ability to speak.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sabisstra is paralyzed, but can speak.  Her <em>Detect Magic</em> spell is still active, as is <em>Manyeyes</em>.  The succubi do not seem intent on killing her, although they no doubt have plans on breaking her will.</div></div>