<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>AC</strong>15, touch 15, flat-footed 10 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 4/4 lv.2: 2/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Studied Target: Orc guard 1</div><div class="spoiler_body">+1 on bluff, perception, sense motive, survival, atk and damage rolls against target, increase DC's against target by 1.</div></div><br/>Bluff roll to lie about being dehydrated Bluff: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148769)+15=30<br/>Apperance roll to tempt guards with body: Appearance: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148770)+16=30<br/><hr/><br/>It was not just her body and senses, but her very soul that felt clouded by this haze of evil energy. She could not make contact with Iomedae, her thoughts and words did not reach her, and so for the first time in her life she felt truly alone. Of course in truth Victoria was never alone in this place. The wardens made sure that she had constant company to visit with. For the past month Victoria had been subjected to constant rape at the hands of local mages, students of the arcane college. It was punishment the head warden no doubt found incredibly clever and amusing, subjecting a Custodes of Sephira to the sexual whims of the very magic users she used to hunt, and she imagined he must still be patting himself on the back for it even weeks later. Her life had devolved into a constant barrage of cocks and pussies, her body used for both entertainment and the venting of frustrations and anger.<br/><br/>The worst part wasn't the rape itself, not really, but the fact that her body had been twisted and altered to actually<em>enjoy</em>it. No matter how pathetic one of the student's desperate, virginal thrustings were, no matter how harshly they slapped and choked her, no matter how many turns they took humiliating her, Victoria's body would be rocked by unbelievable orgasms, leaving her shaking with heretical pleasure. It was all because of those augmentations, dark experiments conducted on her body to shape her to their liking. She had been branded with some kind of curse seal (https://i.imgur.com/Bj4PtqC.jpg), right over her womb. It had hurt at first, but now only throbbed with a constant dull, aching need. Worse there was a number emblazoned on the center of the mark that rose with every cock that erupted inside her, a running tally of how many men she had pleased...and by now it was well into the hundreds. It had gotten to the point where she could barely stomach looking at it, and so she always averted her gaze.<br/><br/>Ever since then her body had been remolded for sex. Not just her intense orgasms, but even her brain seemed to be rewired. She had sworn a vow, to serve those fellow worshipers of Iomedae no matter what the request. It was supposed to be the Sororitas Custodes' way of paying back the goddess for the powers she bestowed to them, by bringing protection and comfort to her people. However the warden's cruel magic had twisted that vow, used his magic to enforce it upon her very soul, so now she was quite literally incapable of refusing even the most perverse demand, no matter who it was who gave it. The brand had also conditioned her holes to be more suitable for her new purpose in life. No matter how many times she was fucked, or how large the insertion, her pussy was never left gaping or permanently stretched, even as it oozed out a waterfall of the students' seed. Her holes would accommodate any shape, always fitting around them like a glove, tight as a virgin yet wet as a whore. It was one of the reasons they never seemed to tire of using her.<br/><br/>When Victoria fled the church she had started to question things, scrutinize Mother Saphira's teachings. Those mages in her village, yes they were heretics who used forbidden magic, but they had been using it to help people right? So was it truly so wrong to use magic? Perhaps it was not so inherently evil after all. The past month, however, had completely stomped out that budding tolerance, as Victoria had been subjected to exactly the kind of cruel perversion and immoral decadence that Sephira had always warned would come if wizards and sorcerers were left free to practice their heresy. These mages were nothing but animals, magic stripping away any sense of morality as they were free to play God with their rituals and incantations. A fire was building inside her, fueled by hatred and righteous indignation. It was the one sliver of clarity she could hold onto, even as the warden's torments whittled away at her willpower and sanity. No matter how close she got to breaking, no matter how much she just wanted to give in and embrace the sin and smut around her...she held onto that hatred, that resolve to kill every last mage in this Gods forsaken hell hole.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She just needed an opening, and she believed that today might be the day it appeared. She had just finished her most recent session with the students, her body still trembling and her legs not yet stable enough to walk, and so one of the orc guards had callously hefted her over his shoulder to bring her back to her cell. This was her daily routine, and there was precious little divergence from it. Every day her two guards took her from her cell, the guests had their fun with her, and the same guards brought her back. Not once had the guards forced themselves on her, despite constantly having access to her defenseless body. She wondered if it was due to a lack of interest, or if they were under some orders not to. Victoria was willing to bet on the later, and if that was so then perhaps they could be convinced to bend the rules.<br/><br/>She waited until they were almost back to her cell before speaking up, intentionally making her voice sound weak and raspy, "Hey..." she muttered weakly, "can...can you help me?" she added, trying to fish for their attention, "The students refused to let me drink today...I'm so thirsty..." she lied, something she had sworn to never do in a past life, though now it came quite naturally to her. After learning about her ioun stone the wardens hadn't bothered to feed her, knowing she could subsist just off of water. And once they realized that her thirst could also be quenched by the "water" provided by the students, they even stopped giving her regular water rations, a clever way to cut on expenses. Of course the students were eager to keep her well hydrated, and today had been no different, but she did her best to sound to the contrary, "could you please give me something to<em>drink</em>?" she asked, "you know in all this time, neither of you have tried to use me once...are you really not interested in my body...?" she asked, doing her best to wriggle in the orc's grasp, not to try and escape but to rub her naked body against him enticingly.