<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>Struggling proving fruitless, Diadra settled back in her mind to brood as she watched through her own eyes.  She had never felt so violated, so completely helpless as she did now.  She watched as they were pulled near the massive steel fortress, growing more frightened and afraid of what she was going to experience.  A thought that slowly built as she memorized the way through the fortress, and then they entered the room.  A bed and torture devices.  Goddess help her...<br/><br/>She let out a whimper of fear just before she was pinned to the wall, being kissed.  Her body reacted again, something in her quavering, yet other parts almost<em>enjoying</em>how helpless she was, though she buried that part of herself as deep as she could.  Tears threatened her eyes as she was ordered to strip, and she began to slowly remove the closing, inexperienced but trying to tease the succubus.  She slowly exposed perfect skin, yet when she finally stopped she wasn't<em>quite</em>naked.  A segmented, extremely tight-fitting chastity belt slipped around her waist with no apparent way to remove it, even considering her small hips.  Otherwise, she was wearing a simple silver ring with copper threads and a gold and ruby ring that was pulsing slightly in time with her heart.  Her coppery curls spilled down her back in a crimson cascade as she spoke, almost mechanically. "I...cannot remove the belt."<br/><br/>((Survival...19 on the dice, no way I can fail.))