Author's Note: Oops! I forgot to update the story here, life got busy, I'm so sorry. I hope you enjoy this update all the same. The characters in this story are inspired by my various tabletop game characters and campaigns. This chapter contains magical bondage, whipping, rough anal sex, and all the Tecryd powertripping. Enjoy!
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"I'm not going in there! It's been days and he's still going at it!"
"It doesn't matter. We gotta get him clean."
"He will
kill
us!"
"Hey, you want to go tell Lord Tecryd that you are too scared to go in there and clean up a restrained half orc, be my guest!"
"Fine! Fine!"
The door opened and Braizra growled, pulling off the broken chains on his wrist and putting up his fists. He didn't need a weapon to fuck up these assholes. It was only the damn door in the way of his escape, and well, one of these hobgoblins probably had a key.
One of the hobgoblins threw the bucket of hot, sudsy water into his eyes. Braizra shouted in shock and pain, gods did that sting! He shielded his eyes as another bucket of water rushed over him, and a scrub brush began rubbing against his chest.
That was enough! Braizra grabbed the brush and pulled it from the hobgoblin's hand, she yelped and tried to grab for it- her mistake. Braizra impaled the handle through her eye, her companion yelped and dodging behind the door, slamming it shut.
Damn. Didn't get out in time. Oh well. Braizra dropped the corpse and sat back on the bench, staring at the bucket of water they'd left behind.
"If you wanted me to scrub up before I break your bitch of a 'master'," He used finger quotes, "In half, just fucking ask!"
With that, Braizra grabbed the cloth and began cleaning himself up.
It'd been a long few days, but he was holding up. Little tired from constantly trying to break the door and the lack of nutrients in the slime they gave him, but he was holding up. He missed his friends though. Especially Ecra and Herra. Oh man, he'd kill for a plate of Herra's cooking right now. Warm steak, carrots, maybe some potatoes or whatever other roots she could find. That would be delicious.
His stomach made a pitiful sound and he cut off that line of thinking. Right. Probably more sludge for dinner. Thinking it'll weaken him. Hah! It would take a lot more than poor diet to take down a warrior. He cleaned up the best he could, sighing with relief. Half orc, maybe, but half human too and half humans wanted to be clean sometimes.
Well, back to charging the door. Braizra kicked the hobgoblin corpse under his sleeping bench before he prepped for another charge. The latches had to be weakened by now. A few more times, maybe even this time ought to do it.
He almost collided with the door when it opened. With a shout, Braizra ran on through, colliding with the stone wall and hitting the ground.
Ow.
A familiar dark face came into view and Braizra growled.
"Tecryd."
Tecryd chuckled and knelt by Braizra's fallen body. "Hello again, half orc. It's been a while. How you feeling? Tired?" He asked.
Braizra responded by swinging for Tecryd's face. Tecryd neatly dodged out the way with a sigh. "Clearly not tired enough. Good gods, did you even sleep?!" He looked briefly impressed.
"Maybe once in a while." Braizra cracked his knuckles, feeling rage slowly seep through his body. Tecryd might have the power of a god now, but even on the drow's best day he couldn't be stronger than Braizra. "You know, seeing your face makes me feel a little better, Tecryd."
"And why is that?"
"Because I have really,
really
wanted to punch it."
With a shout, Braizra charged, aiming his fist for that face. Keeping a half orc trapped for days on a meager diet of gruel, what did he expect to happen once he let him out?
Tecryd was barely staying ahead, dodging swings with a hairsbreadth of space. A couple times Braizra actually had grabbed a strand of his ridiculously long hair, it barely slipping out of his grasp. Oh man, was this fun. Grinning, Braizra chased Tecryd through his own castle while the drow attempted to calm him down.
"Now, Braizra! This doesn't have to be like this-"
"Where the fuck are my friends, Tecryd?" Braizra even began whistling a little tune as he chased Tecryd.
"Be reasonable, Braizra!" Tecryd spun around and began running backwards. "We can sit and talk it out!"
"Hmmmm..." Braizra even seemed to pause to consider it. "Nah. I think it'll feel better to hit you."
Tecryd yelped as he ducked another swing before he bolted into a room and shut the door behind him. Really. Locking yourself in a room. With probably nonmagical latches. Braizra shook his head and cracked his knuckles. So much for being a god. With a solid punch, the door went down and Braizra strode in, expecting to find a cowering drow. "Come on out, you son of a bitch! I need to break your back again!"
Braizra realized a moment too late that he didn't see Tecryd.
Magic binds shot out from the walls, and with a shout Braizra was lifted into the air, both arms and legs restrained.
"Damn it! Enough with your bullshit, Tecryd! Let me go!"
A dark chuckle and Tecryd reappeared, crossing his arms and with that stupid smile on his face that made Braizra want to punch him. Granted, Braizra always wanted to punch him. But that just made it worse.
"Too stupid to be a human, too weak to be an orc. Now that's our Braizra." Tecryd twirled his finger and Braizra found himself hanging upside down, completely helpless.
"You
bastard
!"
Braizra struggled against the magical bonds, only for them to creep further on his arms and keep him still. Tecryd walked up, cocking his head to the side. "Are you going to talk to me like that when I hold your life in my hands?"
"Fuck you!"
"Ah ah ah, be nice..."
A black bond of magic tied itself over Braizra's head, forming a quite effective muzzle as it slipped into his mouth. The half orc screamed and swore, trying to break free but finding it to be actually useless. Damn it. Damn. It.
Tecryd waited for Braizra to slowly calm before he said, "Are you finished?"
That only started it up again, Braizra swearing violently in Orc and telling him exactly what he'd do to him and his corpse once he got loose. Tecryd remained quiet until Braizra paused to attempt to take a breath, it was hard to breathe with the gag in place.
"You know, I really only caught about every third word, but I am truly impressed by how dark your imagination is."
This almost started him up again but Tecryd kicked him harshly over the head. "That's
enough
! You're a brute, I get it. I let you ramble on this long, don't take that as a kindness."
Kindness? Hah! Braizra snorted, looking away and still continuing to grumble.
"Oh, quit being an infant. You really are a bit of a problem, aren't you? Not enough discipline, always running off and doing your own thing. If you'd had just an inkling, an
inkling
of common sense, you would've known better than to just barge through the door and expect nothing bad to happen. Didn't you even think of the fact I was leading you into a trap?"
Oh. Braizra felt his heart sink. That was a dumb choice. He'd been so close though! Was that all an illusion? Tecryd sneered as he gave Braizra's head another kick. "Of course you didn't. Your skull's so thick, you don't even know what I have planned for you. The proud half orc, son of a chieftain, warrior almost as good as your average orc...
almost
. I think you need to be knocked down a peg, don't you agree?"
Braizra tried to say something that along the lines of 'have fun trying', but the gag muffled it to sound like nonsense. Tecryd sighed before he snapped his fingers. Braizra yelled as he was dragged over to the bed, spreadeagled on the mattress.
What the fuck!? Braizra shouted in alarm as his struggles renewed, unable to budge even as much as an inch as Tecryd strolled over, tutting his tongue. "Put it together yet, whelp?" Braizra magicked a whip made of the same substance as Braizra's bindings. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Tecryd stroked one of the many tails, looking delighted with his new toy. "I've spent the last several days playing with my new abilities. Learning what I can craft... I think we'll start with this."
Braizra was thrown up against the wall and strapped in place, forcing him to stare into a mirror. His tusks nearly cracked the glass, he barely managed to avoid hitting his face in time. He could see Tecryd behind him, stroking the whip slowly.
A drop of sweat trickled down Braizra's neck. He had to be joking. He had to be fucking with him.
With a rip of his shirt, Braizra's skin was now exposed, Tecryd purring at the sight. "You might be a bit odd looking, but your strength!" He rested one of his hands slowly upon Braizra's back, like he would a horse that would spook. And Braizra did spook, screaming threats through his gag as he attempted to buck Tecryd's hand
off of him
. This didn't seem to deter Tecryd, he slowly slipped his hand down, down just below the small of his back. "If you ignore the tusks, I think it's easy to say you're quite a prize."
"I like my tusks!" Braizra attempted to say through the gag. Tecryd chuckled and lightly patted his ass.
"I know, I know. Now let's see if we can tame you a little."
If he really thinks beating me me will make me behave...
Braizra's thought was sharply cut off as the whip smacked into his back.
And Braizra
bled
.
He could feel it trickling down the wound, and then he felt the pain. He bit down on the gag and attempted to pull himself up and away from the whip, only for the pain to ripple through his back and into his arms. His arms briefly shook before he collapsed, nearly pulling them from their sockets.
Holy shit. He made him bleed.
"Worked just I hoped it would," Tecryd said with a chuckle, pulling back the whip. "Now, for all the grief you've caused me... I think thirty strikes will be enough. And since I'm feeling generous, that first one counts as one of the thirty." The gag dissipated from Braizra's mouth and the half orc cracked his jaw. "Now, please count them, Braizra."
"Go fuck yourself."
The whip bit into his flesh again and Braizra didn't have the gag to bite down on this time. He shouted as the pain ripped through him again. Fucking... what was this thing
made
of?!
"Braizra. Start counting."
"Fuck. You!"
