RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-07-2017, 11:44 PM
Nyctitus stirred groggily. His tentacles were bound by thick rings at their bases to the wall behind him, preventing him from moving very far. He clacked his beak in disapproval, and hissed when he saw Vocifer restrained next to him.
"You," the kraken growled, "This is your fault. You tiny little bitch. At the nearest possible opportunity, I am going to eat you."
"VOCIFER WELCOMES YOU TO TRY, YOU OVERGROWN HORS D'OEUVRE."
Nyctitus snarled and attempted to lunge at the dragon-man, but was cut short by the chains rattling his prosthesis dangerously. He flushed a darker blue as Vocifer laughed at his expense.
In the midst of this- as other prisoners rattled their chains and likewise attempted escape- a narrow door in the cupola's side opened and a jumpsuited succubus strolled through, lewdly stroking a long golden whip. It was quite clear that she was likewise a prisoner, if one deputized to handle the instruments laid out in the torture chamber's center. She cooed as she pivoted on a spined foot very much like a six-inch heel, casting an eager eye over the restrained inmates.
"Why, hello," the succubus said demurely, batting inch-long lashes. Her jumpsuit, though it covered her from neck to ankle, managed to strain obscenely against her curves as she moved. A thin tail with a heart-shaped tip whipped around her legs. "My name is Tittifer, and I'll be your server for tonight. Any requests?"
The Butterflies clustered at the dome's top howled down the names of various instruments and positions. The succubus smiled and stretched out her whip, ready to get to work.
1. Nyctitus and Vocifer are at the mercy of the torture-succubus. Oh no!
2. Nyctitus is looking for any way out possible, and is completely ready to throw someone under the bus.
"You," the kraken growled, "This is your fault. You tiny little bitch. At the nearest possible opportunity, I am going to eat you."
"VOCIFER WELCOMES YOU TO TRY, YOU OVERGROWN HORS D'OEUVRE."
Nyctitus snarled and attempted to lunge at the dragon-man, but was cut short by the chains rattling his prosthesis dangerously. He flushed a darker blue as Vocifer laughed at his expense.
In the midst of this- as other prisoners rattled their chains and likewise attempted escape- a narrow door in the cupola's side opened and a jumpsuited succubus strolled through, lewdly stroking a long golden whip. It was quite clear that she was likewise a prisoner, if one deputized to handle the instruments laid out in the torture chamber's center. She cooed as she pivoted on a spined foot very much like a six-inch heel, casting an eager eye over the restrained inmates.
"Why, hello," the succubus said demurely, batting inch-long lashes. Her jumpsuit, though it covered her from neck to ankle, managed to strain obscenely against her curves as she moved. A thin tail with a heart-shaped tip whipped around her legs. "My name is Tittifer, and I'll be your server for tonight. Any requests?"
The Butterflies clustered at the dome's top howled down the names of various instruments and positions. The succubus smiled and stretched out her whip, ready to get to work.
1. Nyctitus and Vocifer are at the mercy of the torture-succubus. Oh no!
2. Nyctitus is looking for any way out possible, and is completely ready to throw someone under the bus.