<strong>Tagging:</strong>Chains<br/><br/>Chains, there were many that bound her when she suffered the imprisonment at hands of the satyr. Shackled to a totem at the center of the ravine built village, she was one of the many poor adventurers who, by the whim of the horned King, were spared the fate of transformation. They were good enough as they were to serve as objects of sexual relief. Days were endless breeding with futa and female swarming her openings, suffocating the drow in bestial arousal cursed to tenfold desperation by Gaia's influence. Nights, they were the same. The satyr needed relief between their revelry and ritual.<br/><br/>A few others shared her peril, however none of them had the experience that Chains had. She'd been here before, bound in nearly the exact same situation years before.<br/><br/>Someone did eventually make a mistake. A gentle soul who'd once been a drow before turning into a dark furred satyr took such a liking to Chains. The curvy short-stack adored her like she was a pet, sometimes grumbled when others used her like a cheap slut. Mistake was a gift she gave the rogue, a little straw trinket to remember her by. Unfolded, it could be fashioned into a makeshift thieve's tool. Between the fucks Chains managed to detach her shackles from the pole, to sneak out of the village.<br/><br/>Abandoned by her party, there were no options left than to run. Through the jungle night she fled beast and monster, approached a lift site. Something attacked her on the way in the darkest pit of the forest. It wrestled her, tumbled her downhill, seemed to cling to her like an ooze, kissing her body, searching for something. And then it was gone.<br/><br/>What came out of the Anus was a naked futa drow, utterly defeated. The metal bindings satyrs had clasped on her limbs and neck were dark as the night, clinging to skin. Broken links hung from her wrists, clinked behind her heels the long black chains dragged after her arms, coiling, moving like tendrils. A ring of that black metal hung around the base of her cock. All of them pulsed with strange magical life-force, a parasitic thing from the depths of the Anus.<br/><br/>Chains was quickly restrained by the guards atop the Wall, quarantined. A wizard inspected her thoroughly, but found nothing apart from the strange organism that had taken hold of her bindings, become part of them. Rigorous testing proved it to have a limited will, and a want for only one thing - to bind, whether that be Chains herself or another. In the end she was let go, but on on heavy terms and with a cost...<br/><br/><strong>Chains, nothing comes out of the Anus unscathed, and for you there was a cost for freedom. Describe it.</strong><br/><br/><em>OOC: Living shackles (reach, bondage, dangerous, cursed, 1 weight). These black metal bindings seem to be welded shut around Chain's wrists and base of her cock. From both arms hang roughly 2 to 15-ft of smooth links that writhe and move by themselves. The chains can elongate and retract at will. However, if Chains does not use them to bind or torment someone else by nightfall they'll turn on her.</em><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>* * *</strong></div><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chains, mentioning: Anahita, Thogstein, and Sparrow<br/><br/><em>Wall of Purity, Fall, weeks after the first plunge into Anus.</em>That first dive into the Anus could not have gone worse. Chains was left with only a cursed item. Thus far she's managed to scrounge up some simple if skimpy clothes, a dagger, one ration, and two coins - not a lot - not enough to adventure with. The taverns of Wall of Purity are however pits of opportunity nearly as endless as the pit they surround. It's known that an adventurer down on their luck could easily find a party there, even if all they've got are the clothes they wear.<br/><br/>Entering the Dragon Bones, Chains saw the mighty bony chandelier hang from the ceiling, dominating the revelry beneath it. On the ground floor a lady-boy bard danced in skimpy silks, attracted the attention of a rather large looking pink skinned barbarian with breasts that put melons to shame. There was a man boasting of his recent success in the Anus with a crowd at least as large. In one corner, in a cage pit, a dwarf and orc herms measured each other in a sweaty wrestle whilst their companions shouted bets. An octo-girl  (https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/d4fb3bf7-4bea-40c1-8062-a79c2d1a05a1/db2mllx-335965de-18b9-4251-b084-82edc1802cfc.jpg/v1/fill/w_1024,h_683,q_75,strp/fa__marine_guard_bartender_by_dinmoney_db2mllx-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NjgzIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZDRmYjNiZjctNGJlYS00MGMxLTgwNjItYTc5YzJkMWEwNWExXC9kYjJtbGx4LTMzNTk2NWRlLTE4YjktNDI1MS1iMDg0LTgyZWRjMTgwMmNmYy5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTAyNCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.oN7BMmYTKU4NSedgkC82eRn1mGftPvkqKB2Isus1dQA)clearly cursed by the Anus swam through the crowds, holding trays and bottles in the innumerable tentacles of her hair.<br/><br/>As she entered a blond young nobleman running from upstairs bumped into Chains, apologized profusely, and hurried to the bar-counter. Looking up to the balcony level she could see what he was fleeing, or rather head. Sounds of moans, muffled by the ambient babble. Up there, something really lewd was going on. Couple steps upward and her eyes would immediately focus on two familiar figures: Sparrow and Anahita sitting in a shielded cubicle with two strangers.<br/><br/>One, the big muscular barbarian had her thighs around Anahita's head. The other, fluffy moth, nuzzled Sparrow as if they were newlywed, except in this marriage the husband was clipping a leash on the wife. Moth cocked her head, looked at Chains. "Another stranger," she said to Sparrow.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, it's been a while, but you re-unite. The item to summon a nobleman still sits on your table, though it might not be as attention grabbing as the drow now approaching. </strong>