Deon watched Lune run off into the Misty Forest, the home of the lizardfolk. She was right, she<em>was</em>the best suited for a scouting party. Elora and him with their armour and gleaming gear were far too obvious. Still, it felt like a risk to let her go alone. Lune’s lacklustre performance in the battle had been noted by everyone, including Deon, and he wondered if she was trying to make up for it and prove herself again. Hopefully, she wouldn’t take too great a risk.<br/><br/>But then Elora pushed up to him, serving him his meal and Lune was forgotten for the moment. The paladin’s blouse was halfway undone and, considering how meticulous she was in all things, it could hardly be an oversight on her part. Deon rewarded her efforts with a long glance and a little pat to her rump. But when he reached down and undid the blouse a little further, Elora started to blush and squirm.<br/><br/>“You wanted me to see.” Deon said firmly, his hands feeling the soft mounds and hard nipples underneath the fabric. “So… let me see.” Deon smiled approvingly when she complied. “Now fold your arms behind yourself. Arch your back! That’s my girl!” His hand reached out to toy with her breasts a little more once Elora had assumed the position. “That’s my girls.” He said, petting them. Elora’s blush was a deep red now. Of course she enjoyed the attention, but it was not in a private little retreat during her ‘watch’ – it was right by the campfire in front of everyone. At least Lune wasn’t there and Beatrice was stuck to a tree, but Misty’s presence alone was enough to make Elora feel ashamed of being on display like that – of<em>displaying herself like that</em>. But it had won her Deon’s attention and that… Elora gasped as the cleric’s hands took a detour, running down over her belly and briefly grazing over her crotch… that was worth<em>something</em>. “You are such a dirty little slut.” Deon said as his hands found wetness and Elora whimpered at the insult and the little swat she got to her rear, but then he kissed her and it felt all good again, so very good. Her hips ground into his hands.<br/><br/>Another swat roused Elora from her passion. Deon’s hand was in her hair, pulling back her head and forcing her to look up at him. “You’ve had your time.” He said and gave her another kiss. His hands let go of her hair and traced the outlines of her ears. “Now go fetch the witch! I still need to have a ‘word’ with her. Naked.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>It wasn’t the first time that she was handling a prisoner, but things had kinda… changed… since her time with the order of the Golden Lion. Beatrice had been nothing but trouble since day one, since the lovepotion, but it still felt weird to present the prisoner naked. They had never done that at the order. “Put her hands behind her back and reshackle them! Tightly!” Deon helped her along. He seemed to be developing more ‘practical’ ideas on prisoner handling ever since he had converted to Bane. “Now push her to her knees!” Elora gave the witch a push and she fell to her knees. Deon forced Beatrice’s thighs apart with his boot, exposing her wet crotch. Even though she hadn’t been quite naked, Elora couldn’t help but notice just how similar she must have looked just moments ago.<br/><br/>“You are still speaking out of turn.” Deon addressed his prisoner. “A nasty habit.” He fiddled with the gag attached to the witch’s collar around her neck. “We might need to put that back in your mouth for good.” He mused and Beatrice showed fear for a moment. The device was as uncomfortable as it was effective in silencing her. “But you wanted to be useful from now on, didn’t you?” He asked and a lazy hand trailed up her inner thigh. Her folds were hot and moist.<br/><br/>“Yes, Master!” The tiefling eagerly replied and her hips gave a little thrust. “Do anything with my body. Whatever you want…”<br/><br/>“Yeah, no.” Deon replied and wiped his hand on her hair. “I was thinking that we could use your magic against the lizardmen… and others. But I’m afraid we can’t really trust you, now can we?” Deon inquired and his fingers seized Beatrice’s nipples. Even without her dress, her breasts rode high and firm. Maybe it was her succubus heritage, or perhaps a little magic.<br/><br/>“Of course you can, Master.” Beatrice was quick to assure as Deon pinched and squeezed.<br/><br/>“I can, perhaps. But I don’t think any of the others are safe when you get your magic back.” Deon’s touch was both torturing and teasing, making Beatrice squirm in front of him on her knees in pleasure and pain. “There is no telling what you will do to them once we allow you to prepare spells.”<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Deon ⚒ Spellcraft = 17+7 = 24 -&gt; Deon has deep insight</div></div>“Fortunately, I happen to know a thing or two about your kind of magic. There is a reason I took your spellbook, after all. It made for interesting reading. So here is the thing: If I let you do your spell preparations, then I’m afraid we will need to keep you bound and gagged at all times. I will keep track of all the spells you cast and only when you are spent can you go free again. I’m sure you understand why that is necessary.” Deon said and dragged a finger through her slit and over her little nub. Her crotch was smooth, hairless and<em>wet</em>. The witch shivered and groaned. Of all the girls, Beatrice was the horniest. Or perhaps it was Misty. It was hard to decide between the two.<br/><br/>“But before I do that.” His finger moved through her slit again. “You will have to prove to us not how useful you can be, but how useful you<em>want</em>to be. Make yourself useful around the camp. Help out where you are needed. Elora could perhaps use some help cleaning all that muck out of her plate mail. And Misty… well Misty might need someone to help her clean up<em>herself</em>. Can you do that for me?”<br/><br/>“Of course, master!” The tiefling agreed.<br/><br/>“Alright. Get to it, then!” Deon said, smiled, and petted her crotch one final time before getting up. Elora hadn’t shown any real leadership today and he intended to have a little ‘chat’ with her about that.<br/><br/>“Umm…” Beatrice got up too and turned around to present her hands that were still firmly bound behind her back. “You will need to untie my master.”<br/><br/>Deon stopped and smacked the witch across her bountiful breasts. “I didn’t say anything about using your hands.” He said and seized her head. He gripped her face and his thumb and forefinger buried themselves into her jaw, forcing Beatrice to open wide. “All you need is right…” He reached in and pulled out her tongue. “…<em>here</em>. I guess you won’t exactly enjoy the taste. But perhaps it will teach you to open your mouth only when you have permission in the future.” Deon explained the details of Beatrice’s punishment. She didn’t look pleased, which probably meant that the discipline was working. Pleased with himself, Deon turned to leave. “Elora, with me!” He said and patted the side of his thigh as if calling a pet before he retired to his corner of the cave.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The Misty Forest was true to its name. As soon as Lune had gotten past the light wood that separated the road from the forest proper, the ground became swampy and a dense ground fog lay heavily in the grass.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lune ⚒ Survival = 18+8 = 26 -&gt; Lune has no trouble following the tracks</div></div><br/>The tracks were easily visible in the soft ground and she was able to follow them even though the lizardmen had swum through a number of murky pools and small lakes. It was a group of perhaps 20 smaller lizardkin – probably the skirmishers they had encountered – led by just five of the bigger ones. Maybe returned scouts or just cowards. The rest were dead by now. Elora and Misty had seen to that.<br/><br/>The lizardfolk had retreated to a cave about five miles into the swampy forest. Here, more tracks mingled with the ones Lune was following. Her keen half-elven eyes picked out a sentry guarding the entrance with more close by, watching in all direction. Clearly, the recent battle had put them on guard. The ‘landwhales’ were ponderous and primitive, but they were not stupid. Probably smarter than Elora.<br/><br/>There was no way to tell if the gnome, or any other survivor, was around from outside, though. She had to get closer… dangerously close.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lune ⚒ Hide = 5+7 = 12<br/>Lizardman Sentry ⚒ Spot = 18+0 = 18<br/> -&gt; Lune is spotted trying to sneak into the cave entrance<br/><br/>Lune initiative 8+4=12<br/>Lizardman initiative 17+0=17<br/><br/>Lizardman (net)↗ Lune = entangled<br/></div></div>Just as Lune was about to pass behind him, the Lizardman gave an angry, trumpeting shout. The skin folds on his neck stood erect, giving him an impressive ‘collar’ around his neck. Lune tried to bolt and she managed to get away a few feet before she suddenly felt something heavy land on her back. She cried out and tried to duck out under the thrown net, but the weights were already wrapping around her arms and legs.<br/><br/>She tried frantically to get free, but the net was all tangled around her and there were little barbs woven into it that hooked into her clothes and itself, frustrating her efforts long enough for her to become hopelessly surrounded with angry lizardfolk.<br/>