Post by Mercy on Jun 7, 2014 11:48:37 GMT -5
As she opened her eyes the first things she became aware of was the all encompassing pain in her skull, and the thickened sensation of her mouth. Gingerly, she prodded her heavy tongue here and there but found nothing amiss save for a tenderness along her gums, lips, the inside of her cheek, and a heady copper taste mixed in with her saliva. Her eye slowly came into focus and she was gifted with the view of a mostly bare room - naked walls, no windows, a closed door, some trash, an empty table – and the realization that one eye was swollen almost shut. Attempting to shift her posture into something more comfortable revealed that she was fixed to a chair that probably belonged with the table – an irrelevant detail – with rope, her arms tied behind her and around the chairs back. Wriggling her fingers revealed a slight numbing sensation but her blood had not been constricted, and pulling at her arms informed her that while she was tightly constrained there was some restricted movement. The rope was cheap and rough, and as she moved her wrists against it she felt there was a strong chance it was a simple laid rope, probably reused countless times by a stingy individual. Flexing her limbs brought the same degree of information: her ankles tied to the chairs own legs, tilting her head brought no visual information as she was slumped uncomfortably in the chair itself.
Taking in a slow breath, she attempted to settle her mind as she flexed and relaxed her wrists, casting her eyes about the room and sending her thoughts back. The pain in her skull flared brightly and she grimaced, unable to break through the vague fog over her mind and bring back her memories. No matter. She should concern herself with the here and now. Choosing to examine the door, she set her eyes on it and attempted to bore through it though truly she possessed no such skill. However it did allow her to calm her raging thoughts and focus on her ears, filtering away the sound of her breathing and the beating of her heart, gathering up the nuances in the air and discovering a muted discussion taking place on the other side. She could not make out words from the heavy buzzing but she discerned their gender – male, more than one at least – and was unable to place a name or face to either voice. It gave her something to concentrate on, tightening and relaxing her muscles as she stared at the door and waited for the moment it would open.
Laughter came from behind the door.
Her wrists loosened.
Breathing in deep, she relaxed every fibre of her being but tightly squeezed the thumb and little finger of one hand together. A sharp pain bloomed and her breath quickened as the rope constricted tightly against her hand threatening to dislocate the joints, her body moving excruciatingly slow as she wriggled and tugged the extremity, sweat beginning to roll down her skin and her heartbeat accelerating as the agony reached its peak: and then swiftly abated. Her hand was free. The rope hanging loose against her other wrist as her fingers twitched spasmodically. She only had a brief respite, pushing her feet against the floor to straighten her posture momentarily as she brought her arms around to her front with her shoulders groaning in protest. Leaning over, she was careful not to tip herself as her head swam dizzyingly and her more agile hand picked at the ropes knots to loosen first one foot and then the other, rolling her limbs slightly to encourage the blood flow and regain her full range of sensation.
“...check on the uppity bint. Probably not even...”
The voice grew clearer the closer to the door it got, those words her only warning before the structure was pushed open and its owner blocked the gap. By that point however, she had resumed her slumped posture with her arms held carefully behind her back, the rope gathered about her wrist and kept in place with a fingertip: her head lolling on her chest.
“See? What I tell you...”
She heard heavy footsteps coming closer, a hand suddenly gripping her chin and yanking her head up. Her eye opened involuntarily, and she saw the human male leering down at her greedily. Another spike of pain shot through her head as she tried to recall where she had seen him before .. his face was round and unpleasant, stubble bristling across his chin and what may have been a food stain on his cheek. She couldn't place him, as far as she was concerned he was a complete stranger. His free hand reached out and pushed fingers against her eye before pinching her cheek, laughing when the pain flared and she winced.
“Shame we had to rough her up. Still. Not bad looking for an elf, specially a darkie. Think we might have some time to play before handing her over, s'long as she's still in good nick.”
He looked over his shoulder at whom she presumed was his partner, a short skinny male who appeared to be quite interested in the proposal. At least, until the first man made shooing motions with his hand before reaching down and grabbing her breast, squeezing roughly.
“Yeah, won't leave another mark on you and they'll take you just fine. Too bad elves aren't blessed with massive titties, but everyone talks about just how tight you are and that's what counts in the end ...”
She endured his ramblings, looking off to one side with trembling lips as if ashamed of his words, afraid of his actions: but from the corner of her good eye she was waiting for the moment when his partner would turn and leave. He was reluctant, watching the big man grope and fondle the trussed up drow with impunity but as his partner began tugging at her shirt buttons he grudgingly stepped back through the door and closed it behind him. Good. She turned her attention to the human ineffectually pawing at her body, her stomach churning with each grab of his hands, his tongue leaving his mouth to lick at fattened lips in anticipation of the feast that awaited him. For an ever so brief moment she almost felt sorry for him .. but then he tried pulling at her belt buckle.
It happened all to quickly.
The rope slipped free from her wrists as she pulled her arms from around her body, fingers hooked into claws that were dug deep into his eye sockets almost up to the second knuckle as he dribbled over her body: the man standing stock still for a moment with his hands at her waist as if in disbelief before his chest expanded wide with the intake of a breath that soon fell against the palm of her hand to muffle the scream. She gripped his head tightly, a leg rising to drive a knee deep into his scrotum to disable him further, his voice soon choking in his throat as his body crumpled to the floor as the wind was ripped from his sails. A little shaky on her legs, she slipped off the chair and quickly searched his wriggling strained body and came up with a small knife. Gritting her teeth, she dragged the edge across his throat and moved to one side to avoid the resulting spray of blood; standing over him as her chest rose and fell with her panting, eyes trained on his face for the longest possible time to make sure he was dead.
Satisfied, she wiped the goo from her fingers and turned her attention to the door. She still had this bastards wretched kith to deal with.
Taking in a slow breath, she attempted to settle her mind as she flexed and relaxed her wrists, casting her eyes about the room and sending her thoughts back. The pain in her skull flared brightly and she grimaced, unable to break through the vague fog over her mind and bring back her memories. No matter. She should concern herself with the here and now. Choosing to examine the door, she set her eyes on it and attempted to bore through it though truly she possessed no such skill. However it did allow her to calm her raging thoughts and focus on her ears, filtering away the sound of her breathing and the beating of her heart, gathering up the nuances in the air and discovering a muted discussion taking place on the other side. She could not make out words from the heavy buzzing but she discerned their gender – male, more than one at least – and was unable to place a name or face to either voice. It gave her something to concentrate on, tightening and relaxing her muscles as she stared at the door and waited for the moment it would open.
Laughter came from behind the door.
Her wrists loosened.
Breathing in deep, she relaxed every fibre of her being but tightly squeezed the thumb and little finger of one hand together. A sharp pain bloomed and her breath quickened as the rope constricted tightly against her hand threatening to dislocate the joints, her body moving excruciatingly slow as she wriggled and tugged the extremity, sweat beginning to roll down her skin and her heartbeat accelerating as the agony reached its peak: and then swiftly abated. Her hand was free. The rope hanging loose against her other wrist as her fingers twitched spasmodically. She only had a brief respite, pushing her feet against the floor to straighten her posture momentarily as she brought her arms around to her front with her shoulders groaning in protest. Leaning over, she was careful not to tip herself as her head swam dizzyingly and her more agile hand picked at the ropes knots to loosen first one foot and then the other, rolling her limbs slightly to encourage the blood flow and regain her full range of sensation.
“...check on the uppity bint. Probably not even...”
The voice grew clearer the closer to the door it got, those words her only warning before the structure was pushed open and its owner blocked the gap. By that point however, she had resumed her slumped posture with her arms held carefully behind her back, the rope gathered about her wrist and kept in place with a fingertip: her head lolling on her chest.
“See? What I tell you...”
She heard heavy footsteps coming closer, a hand suddenly gripping her chin and yanking her head up. Her eye opened involuntarily, and she saw the human male leering down at her greedily. Another spike of pain shot through her head as she tried to recall where she had seen him before .. his face was round and unpleasant, stubble bristling across his chin and what may have been a food stain on his cheek. She couldn't place him, as far as she was concerned he was a complete stranger. His free hand reached out and pushed fingers against her eye before pinching her cheek, laughing when the pain flared and she winced.
“Shame we had to rough her up. Still. Not bad looking for an elf, specially a darkie. Think we might have some time to play before handing her over, s'long as she's still in good nick.”
He looked over his shoulder at whom she presumed was his partner, a short skinny male who appeared to be quite interested in the proposal. At least, until the first man made shooing motions with his hand before reaching down and grabbing her breast, squeezing roughly.
“Yeah, won't leave another mark on you and they'll take you just fine. Too bad elves aren't blessed with massive titties, but everyone talks about just how tight you are and that's what counts in the end ...”
She endured his ramblings, looking off to one side with trembling lips as if ashamed of his words, afraid of his actions: but from the corner of her good eye she was waiting for the moment when his partner would turn and leave. He was reluctant, watching the big man grope and fondle the trussed up drow with impunity but as his partner began tugging at her shirt buttons he grudgingly stepped back through the door and closed it behind him. Good. She turned her attention to the human ineffectually pawing at her body, her stomach churning with each grab of his hands, his tongue leaving his mouth to lick at fattened lips in anticipation of the feast that awaited him. For an ever so brief moment she almost felt sorry for him .. but then he tried pulling at her belt buckle.
It happened all to quickly.
The rope slipped free from her wrists as she pulled her arms from around her body, fingers hooked into claws that were dug deep into his eye sockets almost up to the second knuckle as he dribbled over her body: the man standing stock still for a moment with his hands at her waist as if in disbelief before his chest expanded wide with the intake of a breath that soon fell against the palm of her hand to muffle the scream. She gripped his head tightly, a leg rising to drive a knee deep into his scrotum to disable him further, his voice soon choking in his throat as his body crumpled to the floor as the wind was ripped from his sails. A little shaky on her legs, she slipped off the chair and quickly searched his wriggling strained body and came up with a small knife. Gritting her teeth, she dragged the edge across his throat and moved to one side to avoid the resulting spray of blood; standing over him as her chest rose and fell with her panting, eyes trained on his face for the longest possible time to make sure he was dead.
Satisfied, she wiped the goo from her fingers and turned her attention to the door. She still had this bastards wretched kith to deal with.
