<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C9-CE08XcAAqKMd.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Chains (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13591820#msg13591820)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Anahita, Thogstein, and Sparrow<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>a ragged cloak that hangs from her shoulders, a belt of rope with a dagger, and those black black chains around wrists and cock<br/>HP: 15/15       XP: 0/7<br/><hr/><br/>There was a time when Chains would have hated the torture of the satyr.  There was a time when she would think herself above such creatures.  In time, that hatred and grandosity passed.  By the end of it, her laughter could be heard when it wasn’t blocked by pussy, cock, or ass.  And her shouting, “You can’t chain me forever!”<br/><br/>The guards and the wizard were beneath her.  They examined her, checked her, grabbed some feels, thought themselves better, but they weren’t Chains.  The last thing she said before she left was a whisper to the wizard as her hand grabbed fully onto his robe-covered dick, “It’ll bind you too in time.  It’ll bind us all, the anus.”<br/><br/>Whatever concern this may have… raised, it wasn’t enough to keep her.<br/><br/>So she sauntered into the Dragon Bones, dressed in nothing but a ragged cloth cloak, hanging over her shoulders and sinched by a rope at her waist.  Other than that, she is revealed, the cloak barring nearly her entire front, full perky breasts thrust forward, half-hardened cock free but for a manacled ring, long smooth legs and bare feet, and of course the chains.  They drag on the floor behind her, snaking and moving, trying to pull tight at any she passes.<br/><br/>Chains is handsy and so are her chains.  When she enters throngs of people, she places her hands at vague, graceful angles, touching stomachs and backs and breast and backside, her chains raising up to thigh level as she goes.  The poor octo-girl gets a firm goose of her ass as she passes until she is bumped by the nobleman.<br/><br/>Chains turns, watching him with her head a bit to the side before shaking it.  She’s not there for him.<br/><br/>Another couple steps up and she stands, bare before her fellow adventurers.  “Not so much a stranger,” she murmers out in a hoarse voice, like silk on top of moving chains, “but stranger since we last met.”  She bites her lip looking between Anahita and Sparrow before practically purring out, “I’m glad you’re alive.”  As the drow moves to sit next to Thogstein, the table will surely see that the view has left her fully hardened, straining her cock against the manacle ring.<br/><br/>“I’m Chains,” she explains with a hesitant smile to the barbarian before glancing down at Anahita, “I used to travel with her and our dear sweet Sparrow.”  She reaches a hand toward him with a suddenly beatific smile on her face.  “And I’m so… so… so glad you’re alive.”<br/>