Eris had always been a bitch, with her sister no doubt seeing the brunt of many of her outbursts... but she had been manageable. It often came in short bursts of bitchiness... needing to get her way in certain situations, snapping at people who, for reasons beyond their control, couldn't do something for her... and any number of smaller, countless small influences that could trigger a bout of the young woman's bitchness. However ever since their experience in the lab, where four garments had leaped from their hooks and attacked them, the curious group of four young women out on a 'hike' that Eris herself had insisted on and had called the more cautious amongst them cowards when they hesitated the enter the lab in the first place... but ever since, Eris had been a while new level of Bitch.<br/><br/>Her Godrobe had leaped at her, specifically, two demonic claws grasping and clawing at her flesh, pulling itself over her body. Those same two claws now held her breasts tight, supporting and displaying them as two massive jutting orbs held out from her body. Ample in size even before the Godrobe's enchantments, now it seemed only a matter of fact that they appeared larger than they had ever been. The rest of her body has certainly changed as well, supernatural strength beyond her wildest dreams was held within her, evident when she had hurled a massive bolder that had been blocking the wagon upon which she now sat, whipping and spurring on one of her friends... '...stupid cunt cant even walk the wagon straight...' had been her thought in the moment as they had neared town.<br/><br/>But amongst the other treasures of the lab had been items she had only dreamed of or seen in the lewd books she had purchased from traveling merchants. Impliments of bondage and dominance, all now so comfortable to her in the aftermath of her Godrobe's bonding. She knew each item, their function and how to best use them to torment others... or even bring them to heights no mind could conceive. She knew then, looking to the Godrobe adorning her body in a partially shattered lab mirror, that this was her true self... born to dominate the world, to impose true order of mind and body to those around her. The world would tremble at her rise to power... she only needed to claim it.<br/><br/>"Muu-teck-ee..." the name was etched above the hook where her Godrobe had hung... in the aftermath she could read the wicked-looking runes that the word had been carved with. The demonic word for 'Unstoppable', she somehow knew. How fitting, she thought as she had helped muscle their struggling friend into the confines of the wagon they had found. She was Unstoppable, after all. They had lashed Marie to the wagon partially as a joke, at Eris' insistence of course that it would be funny, but when they had found her able to pull the monstrously sized wagon, seemingly a former possession of some law-enforcement group, they knew they could actually carry back so much more with her pulling... and so they left her there, Eris happy taking the cruel duty of 'encouraging' Marie onwards.<br/><br/>With the massive black blade strapped to her back, Eris now looked a wild and intimidating sight. She was filled with demonic and infernal power, practically radiating it around her. No matter who stood against her, they could feel their hearts and wills falter with just her gaze, and the townfolk she passed were no exception. She enjoyed parading Maria through town, lashing her ass to encourage her onwards, her other hand holding tight to the reigns that bounced with each clop of her friend's high steps. She found herself enjoying every mark she left, every lash she gave, every depraved neigh she could elicit from her new pony... yes, she was going to have so much fun with her new life. But something inside her felt... vacant.<br/><br/>She felt so empowered, free to do as she wished... but there was an emptiness, a hunger, inside of her that she felt compelled to seek. Passion, desires... the screams of release... the shrieks of pain and terror... it was all she could do to keep herself composed as they circled the town. Her eyes passing over each inn and tavern as they passed, wondering which they would conquer and make their own. It seemed almost inevitable that she would eventually come to pass guardsmen after guardsmen, but finding none towards the sea, where even the air itself felt darker and more comfortable, that she would steer Marie towards the south eastern section of town... with little guardsmen and a market area for slaves... it seemed a good place to show off Marie to her 'fellow' slave owners, as well as find a place to rest for the evening.