Consciousness returned only slowly to Anissa, and was not altogether welcome.  Her entire body ached, but her hands and ankles throbbed worse than the rest.  She shifted, or tried to, as she woke only to feel hard metal dig into the skin of her limbs.  She knew something was wrong, but full awareness refused to come.  In her hazy-half-dream she could feel it all though.  A man inside of her... when had been the last?<br/><br/>Anissa groaned as she lifted her head, as vision slowly returned to reveal the dim room.  A door slammed, she was alone.  She forced her aching neck to turn her head.  She had been defeated.  She had been used.  She could feel the proof of that dribbling from her abused sex.  This was why she didn't fight...  Could she escape?  She tried to will herself to change, to return to the form of the Red Queen, but nothing came.  Her powers were useless as long as she was bound.  She tried to fight back panic, tried to calm herself to focus and think rationally as she told those she taught.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pregnancy<br/>At 2019-05-13 21:39:44, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136406)<br/>Threat Report<br/>At 2019-05-13 21:40:23, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136407)<br/>At 2019-05-13 21:40:30, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136408)</div></div><br/><br/>Anissa shivered as the water splashed on her nude body.  She was a prime specimen, a woman at the height of her beauty.  She had full sweeping curves and, even manacled, abused, and hanging in mid-air looked ready to be used as a model for a statue.<br/><br/>She blinked at the men, terrified as she recognized them.  She couldn't beat one of them, how could she hope to escape three of them?  She felt his strong hand grip her throat and hoped, for a brief moment, than he would end it.  It would be almost preferably to what they surely planned to do to her.  But, no, she was not so lucky.  His hand shifted to her full breast, impressive in both size and resistance to gravity.  It wasn't fake, he could tell that much by squeezing it.  She whimpered as his fingers dug deep into the soft globe.  She'd never liked pain....<br/><br/>"Anissa."  She finally gasped out in answer.  "Anissa Burke."  It wasn't much of an admission, he could figure that much out fairly easily she figured.<br/><br/>