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Re: An Unforseen Storm (ranger and thetwo)
Ashley awoke, and quickly fought through the pain. She tried to look up, to see where her friends and allies were, and felt her bonds. That almost certainly meant that they had lost. Or at least allowed her to be taken captive. The best plan - the only plan that occurred to her - was to pretend she was still asleep, while she tried to silently see more details of her circumstance. But before sight, touch. She could feel her gun still in its holster at her hip. That was a positive, though it required freeing her hands before it was much use. And while there was pain all over her body, as best she could tell she hadn't been raped. All positive so far.
But before she could crack her eyes and take a look around the room, though, her captor spoke, breaking her illusion that she could feign continued unconsciousness. "She's waking up! And it looks like the other one is too. They're the last of their group left, lets let them join the party!"
Fuck. Ashley snapped her eyes open, giving up the deception. The room was small and apparently organic, as were her bonds. Or at least her bonds were organic - it took no great imagination to see what those tendrils might be used for, and some of them were more then large enough that Ashley suddenly wished she could shut off her imagination. At least they didn't seem to be leaking the foul slime over her skin. So despite her active imagination (somehow she doubted the 'party' the creature spoke of involved dancing or music or alcohol) she was only minimally aroused.
Her captor was... strange. That was the only word. Not terrifying, except in the power she held over the nude and bound women. Too alien to be properly sexy. And covered in the aphrodisiac slime of the invaders, but thankfully not yet in contact with the captured women, leaving their minds free for the moment. She spoke again, questioning. "Welcome back to the land of the living, natives. Are you prepared to be shown the error of your ways?"
There were two possible answers, to Ashley's mind: play along or fight back. Both almost certainly ended with her being raped inside a minute, so there would be no playing along. She turned her head to Chole. "What do you think she means? My bet is on 'better armor and attack the flying one first'." Meanwhile she fought against her bonds with all her strength, hoping it wasn't entirely futile.
Ashley awoke, and quickly fought through the pain. She tried to look up, to see where her friends and allies were, and felt her bonds. That almost certainly meant that they had lost. Or at least allowed her to be taken captive. The best plan - the only plan that occurred to her - was to pretend she was still asleep, while she tried to silently see more details of her circumstance. But before sight, touch. She could feel her gun still in its holster at her hip. That was a positive, though it required freeing her hands before it was much use. And while there was pain all over her body, as best she could tell she hadn't been raped. All positive so far.
But before she could crack her eyes and take a look around the room, though, her captor spoke, breaking her illusion that she could feign continued unconsciousness. "She's waking up! And it looks like the other one is too. They're the last of their group left, lets let them join the party!"
Fuck. Ashley snapped her eyes open, giving up the deception. The room was small and apparently organic, as were her bonds. Or at least her bonds were organic - it took no great imagination to see what those tendrils might be used for, and some of them were more then large enough that Ashley suddenly wished she could shut off her imagination. At least they didn't seem to be leaking the foul slime over her skin. So despite her active imagination (somehow she doubted the 'party' the creature spoke of involved dancing or music or alcohol) she was only minimally aroused.
Her captor was... strange. That was the only word. Not terrifying, except in the power she held over the nude and bound women. Too alien to be properly sexy. And covered in the aphrodisiac slime of the invaders, but thankfully not yet in contact with the captured women, leaving their minds free for the moment. She spoke again, questioning. "Welcome back to the land of the living, natives. Are you prepared to be shown the error of your ways?"
There were two possible answers, to Ashley's mind: play along or fight back. Both almost certainly ended with her being raped inside a minute, so there would be no playing along. She turned her head to Chole. "What do you think she means? My bet is on 'better armor and attack the flying one first'." Meanwhile she fought against her bonds with all her strength, hoping it wasn't entirely futile.
I'll go ahead and spend my EXP on... maximize spell! No more freaking 1's for damage!
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