<div class="floatleft"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SGGn1ldl.jpg)</div></div><br/>Natasha Drozdov (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2329869)<br/>AC: 13 (+3 Dex)<br/>HP: 8/18<br/>Conditions: Poisoned<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Natasha felt a little relieved to finally be away from the room she was currently in, feeling extremely vulnerable at the moment. The sight of leering men didn't help those feelings in the least, and with her arms occupied with hold herself aloft she had no ability to cover her ample breasts. At last though she was taken into another room for some level of privacy and a chance to recover. In her current state the only thing she could notice is that there'd be no escape out the window. Not unless she wanted to escape from life, and there's no way she'd choose that option...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha fails to notice anything further<br/>Perception roll of 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151179)</div></div><br/><br/>Natasha won't exactly start sobbing, but tears are definitely shed as she hugs close with Senfra, just letting out all the pent up anger and fear as it finally just crashes down on her. Natasha was stronger than she would have imagined herself, which is to say she didn't just completely fold after everything that had happened to her. But for the moment she needed to bend, lest she break. Eventually she recovers herself enough to allow Senfra to find her some other clothes. What she ends up is hardly an improvement, but...at least it covered up all her bits. She might find herself taking it off quite a lot, but this felt like she could reclaim a bit of her dignity at least. "Thank you Senfra...I know I need to be strong if I'm to survive. I've...made it this far at least." she says, trying to put up a brave front. "I'm glad I chose you to teach me about...all this stuff."<br/><hr/><br/>Natasha found herself with far less rest than she needed...Senfra was true to her word that she'd not get much time to rest. Had she been a little more coherent this would feel...unsustainable, but going down that line of thought would lead to the realization that all of them were probably easily replicable. It was a relief that she didn't have to service clients immediately, but that was cold comfort the first time she felt the sting of the whip against her pale skin. She was a moderately decent dancer, and could have managed much better had she recovered from the drug, but that didn't seem important to her...owners. Perhaps this test meant only those who could perform under pressure would be used. Still she didn't suffer the lash nearly as much as she feared...perhaps she impressed them in some tiny way. But people didn't come for the dancing, as her teacher demonstrated, and Natasha knew it would soon be her turn to try and please one of the clients...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Performance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha would be frustrated because she knows she could do better, once the drug wears off. At least the whip was spared a bit...<br/> Performace of 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151180)<br/> 2 Damage from the whip (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151184) </div></div><br/><br/>In contrast to the dancing test, her first time with clients post defloration was a nightmare. Before she had been so out of it that all she could manage was to lay back and take it. The expectations were much higher now, and Natasha consistently failed to meet them. It seemed to matter little though...if she didn't offer well enough, then the man she was paired with simply took. Again and again she was taken, her body given no respite from the lusts of the men. The whole thing was a painful haze as her body was plundered, the seed of multiple men spilled deep within her belly. It was one of the brutish men who used her mouth that finally was too much for her, her desperate attempts to breath while choking him down leading to abject failure...and unconsciousness. She might have not suffered permanent harm, but her ordeal was only barely better than a brutal rape. Even as she passed out she was given no respite, which she will certainly feel when she finally regained her wits...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Con save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha's inexperience makes her time with clients a brutal ordeal. Eventually being forced to deepthroat a huge cock is enough to make her pass out...<br/>Con Save of 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151181)[/url]<br/>Rough Sex Damage=8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151187)</div></div><br/><br/>Sticky, abused, and unconscious, Natasha was unaware that things were transpiring within her that would make her ordeals far worse. More than one man had slaked his lust upon her body, uncaring of what happened afterwards. But for a fertile young girl this was the worst situation to be in...and sure enough, inside of her egg was met with a swarm of sperm, one of which would eventually merge with the egg. Soon, poor Natasha would be carrying new life within, like it or not.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fertility</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.<br/>Pregnancy Roll=3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151186)<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/pPu6Kt8.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>