“Mighty Bane, Lord of Justice, may thy wrath be ever so swift. I came to you reluctantly but I am beginning to see the truth in your teachings. Today, I learned that leadership doesn’t have to be a<em>burden</em>as I once believed. I am grateful for your lesson, oh Lord of Justice, as is Elora for mine.” Deon stroked the paladin’s body as she lay by his side in the cave where they had found shelter for the night. Her hands were tightly tied behind her back with silk rope and a piece of cloth was wrapped around her head to serve as a blindfold. As an elf, she was never truly asleep but right now she was pretty close: utterly spent and exhausted, physically and emotionally. There was no sign that she was able to process the words of Deon’s prayer, though she reacted by squirming a little more into his hand when he touched her. Little droplets of wax were all over her naked body and her ass had been spanked a bright, even red. Her tight little rear hole – and her long, elegant ears – were still glistening with the<em>oil of sweet torment</em>that Deon had again used on her to make her more ‘receptive’ for his future plans. Her cheeks still kept a little of the blush he had produced and the tears on them were slowly drying in the residual warmth of Elora’s lust and shame. A little rivulet of their juices, mixed together, was seeping out from between the folds of her pussy. “By your will, there is an order in the world: those who lead and those who follow. And it is just and right and best for everyone, even if it might not seem that way to the cursory glance of the unitiated. In your name, I will be a good leader, a strong leader, and I will<em>make</em>the ones you give over to me<strong><em>obey</em></strong>. But tonight, I am troubled, O Lawful Lord of the Night. The girl we sent out to scout our enemy’s position, Lune, has not returned. Remember when I first gave myself over to you; we made a pact, you and I, Lord Bane. I would forswear Him, your enemy, whose name I shall not speak in your presence, and you would grant me the power to save and protect these girls. You have kept to our bargain and so have I. But again, I fear that I require your assistance to do so. So, in the name of the Law, I beseech ye, Lord Bane: Grant me the power to speak your justice, grant me the power to smite thine enemies and grant me the power to give aid and shelter to those who obey your commands – and mine.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Lune is still out there. Make breakfast and then gear up! We move once the sun drives away the fog!” Deon told Elora and she stirred in his blanket. He had mostly released her after finishing his prayer, reducing her bondage to having her hands tied comfortably in front of her. As part of her ‘training’, Deon wanted to accustom Elora to being restrained, but without the pain and discomfort that a more effective tie would inflict on her during the night. “And before I forget.” He added and handed her a small book that he had used for notes during their journey after untying her hands. The used pages had been cleanly cut out with a knife and the new first page said:<em>‘Discipline Journal, Elora Androssi’</em>. The elf winced a little as he obviously meant to follow through with last night’s promise that she had made under coercion and with her head clouded with lust but he just tussled her hair as if to say: ‘good girl’… with the firm little tug he gave her right ear adding ‘<em>be</em>a good girl!’.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Deon ‘takes 10’ on a heal check for everyone.<br/>Updated status and HP on the status page<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Breakfast was quick and quiet. The scout had not returned and everyone knew what that meant: something had happened. And everyone but Beatrice was worried about the half elf. But even the witch had to prepare for battle. Deon came to her right after breakfast while Elora was quietly and efficiently putting on her full plate and Misty was sharpening her axe.<br/><br/>“Time for you to show your worth. Here is your spellbook.” Deon said and placed the heavy, leatherbound tome in front of Beatrice. Eagerly, the witch’s hand shot out to caress the pages but Deon smacked her on the back of her fingers. “Now, let’s not get all excited and don’t get any ideas! You may study your book, but you will cast spells only when and how I direct you to. And to make sure of that…” the priest said and nestled with the heavy witch’s collar around Beatrice’s neck. “Open up!” He instructed her and the firm, unyielding mouthpiece of the gag pressed against her lips.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The going was slow. The vines the lizardmen had used for Lune’s cage proved to be rather tough. As the morning broke, the lizardmen’s activity increased. They were coming out of their cave in numbers, still a bit lethargic from the cold of the night and proceeded outside to sun themselves.<em>Cold blooded</em>, Lune noted. She should have guessed! Approaching the camp in the evening when it was still warm outside and the lizardfolk were active hadn’t been the best time for her ill-fated scouting expedition.<br/><br/>It was already late morning when a group of lizardmen approached Lune in her cage. The half-elf quickly hid the thief’s tool she had been using to chip away at the vines that held her cage together. The lizardmen opened the cage and pulled her out. A pair of stout warriors flanked her, holding on to her arms while a group of decorated lizardfolk proceeded to strip Lune of her clothes. She struggled a bit but it was to no avail. A beautiful and intricate pattern was painted on her naked skin with earthy colours and her hair was combed and braided, with wild flowers woven into it. When what appeared to be a lizardmen shaman or priest seemed satisfied with the work, a tiny loincloth was tied around her waist. It was made from lily white silk and the ‘string’ was a thin golden chain, both clearly not of lizardfolk origin. Lune didn’t really have time to appreciate the beauty of her new outfit, though, because as soon as the preparations were complete, she was dragged off to a different area of the cave. It was a big cave dome with a big stone monolith in the centre.  Light shone down from an opening in the ceiling, creating a single bright spot in the otherwise dimly lit cave. The lizardmen at Lune’s sides muscled her up to the standing stone. Just then, she noticed the pair of primitive but stout shackles that protruded from the stone and her hands were bound to the left and right of her head, keeping her in a standing position. Then the lizardmen left. When they came back, they had the one-legged gnome with them. He was placed at her feet on a bed of very large leaves and similarly chained to the stone. He was decorated like Lune with intricate lines of earthy paints. His leg wound still looked rather bad but he seemed to be a bit more… conscious now. Perhaps they had given him some healing.<br/><br/>When the lizardmen had left again, Lune gently nudged the gnome with her foot and he slowly raised his head to look up at her. “What’s going to happen to us?” She asked.<br/>“My draconic is a bit rusty and these lizardfolk speak an accent I am not really familiar with. But I know a bit about their gods and customs. From what I have gathered, the tribe has suffered great loss at the hands of your… friends. They will pray to Semuanya to grant them many more sons and daughters to replace those whom you have slain. When noon is here and the sunlit spot fully illuminates the stone you are chained to, Semuanya will accept you as his<em>bride</em>. Then your womb will be cut open and your blood will flow along that little trench you see on the floor, right down to the spawning pool where the females will lay their eggs while the males compete for the right to fertilize them. And when they are done… well… then they will cook you and eat you.”<br/><br/>“What about you?” Lune asked.<br/><br/>“They consider me a poor sacrifice. I’m too… mangy. I figure, I will be<em>snacks</em>or something…”<br/><br/>“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Lune said and twisted in her bonds. The lizardfolk had taken her bra, not only exposing her small breasts but also leaving her without her tools. The only one she had managed to save was the one she had hidden in the palm of her hand when they had taken her to the sacrificial spot. “Stupid lock is too fucking<strong>big</strong>.” Lune cursed as she fumbled around with her pick. The lock was simple enough, but the tool was made for more delicate locks and she was afraid that she would break off her pick if she applied too much force.<br/><br/>“Just… drop your tool into my hand.” The gnome said. “I know my way around locks and keys.” Lune looked down at him questioningly. Could she trust this stranger with her only means of escape?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Leave the horses. They won’t do us any good in the swamp.” Deon said as the party departed. “We know which tracks Lune followed. Hopefully, we will find her wherever they lead. They got us by surprise last time. But this time, we have a surprise for them of our own.” The priest said and pushed Beatrice forward a bit. He had the witch on a leash, with her hands tied behind her back and a gag firmly lodged in her mouth. But she had completed her spell preparations and was ready to cast once free of her bonds. The additional spellpower would overwhelm whatever the lizardmen could throw at them… at least, that was his hope.<br/>