<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Orc%20Slaves/Tristan_dRagen_Crop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hall of Reflections<br/><strong>With:</strong>Devil<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Hurt Knee (-1 Con, effect: -1fort, -2max hp), Hp: 7/10, Mage armor (+4ac), Spider venomed (-4str), Light spell (ongoing), Exhausted (-6 Str/Dex until 1h of solid rest)<br/><br/>Knowing she was gaining power beyond her understanding, even sex felt good. Not good, but degrading, painful and wrong, like it had been when orcs raped, but this time she was the winning side. She gained powers to squish her enemies. She knew it was her place to suffer, as it was only way she could bear this. As the devil shot its jiszm inside of her, her mind exploded. She welt used and fulfilled at the same time. Whores could never feel what she felt. Money ment nothing compared to this. Her mind coping the feelings from her previous rape, making connections to her emotions. Shame and pain were good, humiliation and rape were to be expected. In her mind, she knew this was the right things to feel.<br/><br/>She could not even protect herself, when the devil rammed its cock into her mouth, her teeths grinning against the shaft as she was too weak even to open her mouth to lessen the pain in her jaw. She was too exhausted to move an muscle, she just laid there, as an ragdoll, molested by an devil. The further abuse only strengthen her mental state, her own slavemind. The poison and the brutal rape made her comatose but accepting for further abuse from the devil.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Another absurd rollcoming up.. atleast this time, noone could have made it</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60250 = 10 (Fail) &gt; Exhausted </div></div>