Guilty x Creatures : Dark Elf Arc : Chapter 3
Chapter 3 : Midday
Anton smirked to himself as he checked in on his prisoners. The two dark elves stayed silent as they sat quivering in their bondage but judging by their labored breathing they both appeared to be at least somewhat conscious. With their bodies slumped forwards and their heads hanging low neither of them appeared to have noticed his little check in.
Both of the dark elves were "Dressed" the exact same way, which was barely at all. A wide leather belt was buckled strictly around each of their waists. To these were clipped short chains that were attached to leather cuffs around their ankles. Smaller belts were buckled around their thighs and shins, between their knees and hips, these kept their legs bent and took away their ability to walk upright. Their arms were locked in tight, stringent box-tie style leather armbinders, that kept them folded away behind their backs. These were held in place by thin leather harnesses that wrapped around their shoulders and upper bodies as well as their bare breasts.
Wrapped around their heads were rather cruel looking head-harnesses, that crisscrossed their faces as well as wrapped tightly around their foreheads, beneath their eyes and under their chins. These harnesses were made up of thin leather straps and were attached to, as well as held in place via metal clips, wide diamond shaped, rubber-coated plate masks that covered the dark elves lower faces by curving under their chins, spreading out over their cheeks and then curving up over the bridge of their noses. These plates fit snugly against their skin and gave the dark elves an almost ninja-like look.
Attached to the inside of the plates were a large bulbous gag that filled their mouths completely. These gags were made of a harden rubber material that was just soft enough that they could be bitten and molded to the jaws that they had been wedged between. With the straps of the head-harnesses forcing the dark elves to bite down on the gags, their tongues were kept crushed against the bottom of their mouths. This prevented speech and caused over time horribly painful cramps and aches in their jaws. Three small holes dotted along each of the top edges of the plates allowed the dark elves to breath through their covered noses.
Although their tight bondage gear was clearly uncomfortable. None of it was constrictive enough to cut off any of their circulation. So for the moment the only real hardship that the two dark elves faced were the sybian machines that they had unfortunately found themselves strapped down to.
The sybians the dark elves had chosen for their dungeon were very expensive, heavily-weighted models that came equipped with a number of controllable timers. And had currently been set to run with a nearly constant low level of intensity that would be interrupted by random increases in power. These random events would each be different in their duration and intensity as well as the length of time in between. Although set at random, the timing between the events would never be shorter than fifteen minutes or longer than three hours. In this way the dark elves were kept in a state of endless arousal and then plagued by instances of intense sexual stimulation that they had no way of either predicting or escaping from. With their bent legs strapped to the sides of these randomized sybians and their shoulder harnesses locked to chains clipped to metal ringlets set into the wall behind them, both of the dark elves were simply but effectively trapped in a pleasurable Hell.
Anton had found it difficult to resist the urge to make things so much worse for them. As it sits the dark elves had no bondage around their exposed breasts. No clamps on their nipples, clitorises, vulva lips, or ears. They wore no blindfolds and he had decided not to put anything around their necks as that was something that would come later and with much more fanfare. Even their lower holes were shown some mercy as even though they were strapped to the sybians, only moderately sized dildos had been shoved inside them and they had nothing in their rectums.
Anton mused for a moment longer as he watched the two quivering forms. Satisfied with his check in, and deciding that a few more hours should do them some good, he silently left them to continue their punishment.
As he turned to leave he was startled by a thin ink-black tendril that hung in the air just above his head. A tiny, glowing yellow eye at the very tip of the tendril blinked at him before the thin shape suddenly disappeared backwards as if it were sucked out of the room.
Anton smirked again as he left the dungeon and made his way back upstairs. As he entered the kitchen his eyes fell on a gallon sized, glass canning jar that was sitting on the table with it's lid at it's side. The large jar was filled with a swirling, black, jelly-like mass. Thin streaks of dim plasma-like white and purple lights would flicker eerily in and out of sight as the mass moved aimlessly about in the jar.
"Well, I see you're starting to get some feeling back into your cells" said Anton as he spoke to the jar "Are you able to reform yourself yet?"
A glob of the black jelly oozed out over the mouth of the jar and began to rise up into the air as if it were the stalk of a plant. A bulge at the end of the stalk split in two horizontally as it reached head height. The top half of the bulge fanned out becoming thin, silk-like hair that kept the black color it had started with, while the bottom half lightened in color until it became a soft, deep shade of purple. The purple bulge hung low as if it were about to break away from the rest of the mass before snapping back upwards and taking the shape of a humanoid face. The face was feminine in its structure and despite it's otherworldly qualities was quite lovely on the eyes. Its high cheek bones, and the soft angles of it's chin and nostril-less nose gave it a youthful but sage-like appearance.
As Anton watched in silence, four thin slits appeared and split open into four large almond-shaped eyes. The faces eyes were rather eerie looking as they each had two pupil-less perfect circles that could move independently of each other. These "Irises" were a glowing yellow in color and were surrounded by solid black sclera.
The face blinked a few times as it focused all four of it's eyes and eight of it's irises on Anton and gave him a thin smile.
"Yes, it should not be too much longer before I am back to full motion" claimed the face in a soft tone.
The face's voice was, surprisingly, far more melodic than it's appearance would have suggested, and had a rather odd cadence to it that gave it an eerie almost echo-like effect.
"Good to hear" grinned Anton as he nodded absently "So, did you like what you saw downstairs?"
The faces features immediately scrunched up into a vicious looking scowl.
"Those two are not in nearly enough pain for my liking!" hissed the face "But its certainly a good start!"
"Really!?" questioned Anton as he leaned back in surprise "So you really don't have any issues with what I'm doing to them!? You have no problem with this at all!?"
"No" stated the face in a blunt, emotionless tone "Not at all. I wouldn't even care if you killed them"
"...Okay, well, this is an interesting sight!" teased Anton as he tilted his head to the side "It's not often that you get to see a Shoggoth become emotional enough to actually show some anger!"
The shoggoth blushed a luminescent shade of blue as she looked away from him.
"Well they certainly deserve it!" she exclaimed around an unhappy grimace "Those beastly creatures!"
"Oh, I'm sure they do!" declared Anton with a smile "Putting their poor maid in a jar and then sticking her in the freezer! That's definitely a "Beastly" thing to do!"
