<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VjfvTWw.png)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25 / 40<strong>AC:</strong>14<strong>CMD:</strong>20<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>5 / 6<strong>Arrows:</strong>54<strong>Posts:</strong>28<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Guardhouse, Captain Eingeschworen's Room --> Halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xara, Guardsman<hr/><em>Elf-slut</em>.<br/><br/>Again and again the words were poured into her ear.  She didn't flinch, not on the outside, but the words struck her all the same.<em>Halfblood</em>,<em>impure</em>,<em>bastard</em>,<em>pervert</em>,<em>seducer</em>,<em>inferior</em>... her name came up less with each passing moment.  They reminded her of other people, colder times, when she hadn't been able to understand why the few friends she had didn't want to associate with her anymore.  She'd already internalized them decades ago, had thrown herself into her studies and duties to try and create a reputation built on her merits and deeds instead of her heritage ... it hadn't been easy.  She'd been held against standards set by beings a century her senior, but slowly, diligently she'd carved a place for herself in the world.  Now that her service record had been tossed aside, and her association with the Academy rescinded though, these words were still waiting for her with their cruel barbs.<br/><br/>While Xara cut her over and over with those cold words, it wasn't exactly the same.  Her touch was gentle, caring as she inspected her wrists.  Her tone lacked malice, cooing, purring intimately in her ear as she teased her, or at worst instructing and promising.  "<em>Cute bastard-girl</em>", "<em>my little elf-slut</em>", her impure bloodline was "bewitching".  It was almost affectionate, like being an elf-slut was not a bad thing at all ... so long as she was<em>hers</em>.  So long as she knew her place.  Her insides tensed at that thought, squeezing around nothing as a soft, shuddering breath escaped through her nose.<br/><br/>There was one particular moment though, when she'd leaned in close, one finger pressing the gag back until it made her jaw sore and crowded her tongue to the back of her mouth where she'd looked at the brightness in her eyes and that confident smile as she watched Taris struggle with the gag in her mouth.  She was<em>enjoying</em>this.  At it's core, this was still fun for the two of them, not a punishment for whatever indiscretions her guilty conscience could conjure up.  She couldn't suppress her instincts, her<em>awareness</em>of her vulnerability still kicked her senses into overdrive ... but that little black coil of<em>fear</em>loosened up, just a bit.<br/><br/>"<em>Mmn!</em>" as if to emphasize the point, Xara's hand came low and took a firm hold of her rump, a possessive grab that rose the bound Taris up off her her heels, her eyes going wide with surprise for a moment.  She squirmed slightly under the intensity of the gaze that was drinking her in, focused as it was at the space where her legs met, where rope and the cloth of her panties were the only thing protecting her modesty.<br/><br/>But it seemed that the moment of truth had arrived, Xara drawing her golden hair back and out of the way, the slight tug against her scalp drawing another small murmur at the gag as the soft cloth was drawn over her eyes.  She kept her eyes opened under the blindfold at first, uncertain if her eyes would be able to make out anything through the mesh of the cloth and what little peaks of light might creep under the edges of the blindfold, trying to game the system in her own small way.  It availed her nothing, however.  The cloth was soft to the touch, yes, but the thread count was too dense for her to make out anything of the dimly lit guardhouse interior through it.  More telling, no hints of light peeked in from where her nose lifted the cloth, leaving her senses closed off and in darkness.  Turning her head slightly as if seeking something, she was confident that she wouldn't be able to see a light source even if she looked directly at it ... it seemed the Captain had had occasion to experiment with blindfolds before.  Letting out a soft huff through her nose, she closed her eyes, thinking that focusing on the senses she still had would serve better than trying to strain against the blindfold.<br/><br/>She lifted her chin slightly, listening to the sounds of the room, the light scuffing of hard soles on the stone floor, the rustle of items being shifted within the confines of the the drawer.  She could almost guess the number of steps Xara would need to take back to her in the stillness of the Captain's chamber, until she felt something attached to the collar in front of her.  The light brush of leather ran over the swell of her exposed breasts, a deliberate action unless she missed her guess.  Xara<em>wanted</em>her to know what was happening as the leash was drawn tight.  At first, she bowed at the shoulders, leaning with the leash instead of being drawn along, but the insistent tug soon shrank her choices down to "walk" or "fall on her face".  She stumbled into the first step, having let herself overextend, but a hand was there on her shoulder to steady her.  To protect her.<br/><br/>The first step had been hesitant, but the next was heavy and full of dread.  She hadn't lost her bearings yet, and knew she was approaching the door to the chamber.  Certainly enough, she heard the heavy clack of the door bolt being thrown open, and she swallowed visibly behind her gag.  The door swung open with a low creak, and Taris whimpered lowly, what would follow next seeming all too clear.  The cold air caught in the hallway stroked its way over her exposed curves, contrasting against the heat of her body and tightening her nipples to hard points at the peaks of her breast.<br/><br/>"Hmm--" Taris made a low, uncertain hum against the back of her gag, the taste of rubber sticking to her tongue as she tried to work hers around in her mouth.  Apparently she wasn't wholly convinced of the effectiveness of her "disguise" ... how many mixed breed girls with a hole in their shoulder could a Captain expect to meet in an evening?  Perhaps if she hadn't eaten with them, with her face covered and her hair drawn back she might believe it.  But then, they already knew how much her opinion mattered in the moment.<br/><br/>An arm clad in steel pulled her in close, pressing her heated flesh up close to the fitted metal plates of the Captain's armor.  Her body fit closely up against Xara's armored figure, blindly looking up into her face she duskily warned her to keep close, sensual promise poisoning every word of the warning Taris already knew all too well.  Her gorge rose in the back of her throat,<em>she was really going to <strong>do</strong> this!?</em>, but mutely she nodded her comprehension.  It was the only acknowledgement she was allowed as a sharp tug of the leash drew her out of the room.<br/><br/>The hallways of the guardhouse were a special kind of hell.  Taris's heart slammed full force in her chest, adrenaline making her skin tingle as though someone were running a low electric current through her body from the crown of her head down to the tips of her toes.  The jingle of mail moving along with its wearer, the faint clatter of fitted plates shifting and jostling together as her keeper walked, both were magnified as they echoed off of the unyielding stone walls that had been built as much for intimidation as defense.  Her ears strained desperately to catch sounds in the halls ... and they found them.  The Guardhouse didn't sleep, people returning from or setting out for night patrols spoke closer to the main chamber and Taris could barely hear snatches of conversation in the distance.  Any one of them might<em>see</em>her, as good as naked and being paraded through their base with a collar around her neck that made her as good as fair game.  She felt the way her body moved with each step, the sway of her chest in the open air as her shoulders counter-balanced her hips, the way her backside jiggled with each hurried step.  Chill clung to the soles of her feet and curled along her legs, whatever heat might've come from the flickering sconces rising rather than filling the broad halls.  The pace was quick, but Xara's hand guided her, ensuring she didn't trip over the uneven stonework of the floor.<br/><br/>And then it happened.<br/><br/>"Captain! a voice called down the hall.  Taris's back stiffened, her heart leaping up into her throat as her fears actually manifested.  She wanted nothing more but to dart foward, to hide or to run, but the hand resting on her backside squeezed and brought her up short.  She turned her head towards the voice of the guardsman, short panicky breaths punctuating the conversation that happened around her.  Her head jerked back towards Xara with a plaintive "Mph!?" as the Captain asked about the right of conquest.  It was<em>almost</em>as quick as when her head jerked back towards the guard as he mentioned breaking her in, a slightly frantic "Mn!?!?" greeting his answer.<br/><br/>"Hn~~" her teeth dug into the ball that gagged her as rough, decidedly male hands cupped her heavy breasts and exploratively squeezed them, testing their heft.  She could feel callouses on his hands that she recognized from sword practice, roughly dragging over the plaint flesh of her chest, a low whimper squeaking out from behind her gag.  She didn't pull back from him though, not with Xara's arm behind her, hand reassuringly resting on her rump.  That didn't, however, keep her from flushing bright red, the heat creeping down her neck before the man decided he was satisfied with his inspection.  Slumping slightly in her bonds.  She could<em>swear</em>she recognized tha man's voice ... was such a transparent lie<em>really</em>enough to hide her identity, or was he simply unwilling to gainsay his superior officer?<br/><br/>Practically, did it matter?<br/><br/>The firm tug of her leash prompted her to begin moving forward again, and she cast a blind glance back towards the retreating sound of the guardsmans boots down the floor.  The man must've been only<em>barely</em>out of sight when Xara's lips found her ear again, the sudden attack nearly robbing her legs of strength even as it made her eyelids flutter behind her mask.  She felt the hot breath against her shoulder, and she<em>knew</em>Xara had enjoyed watching the guardsman manhandle her while she was powerless to resist.  Because she was<em>hers</em>, she was free to flaunt her little elf-slut, to push her and enjoy the naked envy of her subordinate.  Xara's voice gently teased her further with the possibility, planting the seed with her gentle word in her ear.<br/><br/>Then, all at once, she pressed her hand down the front of the only garment she had left.  Taris had jumped slightly at the suddenness of it, her shoulders banging back against the Captain's breast plate as a high pitched "<em>Hhn!</em>" of surprise pressed against the back of her gag.  She twisted slightly back against her as those fingers slid down over her hairless mons towards their goal, some adjustment of the harness needed for her to get under the snug fit of the rope that had dug in and parted her lips.  Already, she was absolutely sodden to the touch, a musky dampness having soaked into cotton panties that stuck stubbornly to her skin.  She was hot and slick to the touch, her lower lips parting effortless to the prodding of Xara's questing fingers, it almost felt like her folds were sucking against those probing digits, reluctant to let them go away.  Another shiver ran up through Taris's spine, creating a shuddering, desperate little breath to escape her.<br/><br/>Her warning was likely good advice, but Taris was barely able to follow it, her heart still thrumming away at the near miss in the hallway.<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  <del>Magic Missile</del>, <del>Ray of Enfeeblement</del>, <del>Expeditious Retreat</del>, Obscuring Mist, Weaponwand<br/>2nd Level:  Force Sword, <del>Scorching Ray</del>, <del>Mirror Image</del></div></div>