"If what you say is true, Oxyi... then we all need to leave immediately! We're completely outnumbered by those creatures and they're pushing their way deeper into the town with every passing night." There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd within the hall. "Your friend was right; you need to leave, too. See if you can find some mercs to come and help you rescue him if you must, but as it stands now, there is no way we have any possibility of solving this ourselves." The vice-mayor flicked his fingers, and the few remaining council guards began to pack their goods up around the town hall.
Earlier that morning Oxyi had managed to call an emergency meeting and, more importantly, convince everyone left of the danger they were in. The footage she'd taken on her camera clearly showed the thousands of monochrome figures shambling through the forest after her and Diego, and then, the appearance of the much larger alien creatures. Abject shock ran through the sparser than usual crowd as they watched the footage with horror, of Oxyi and Diego running through the pitch black forest, the creatures coming at them at every angle. They couldn't help but imagine themselves, if they'd been in the same situation...
"Vice-mayor! Vince... I can't leave him behind... I don't know what to do. We can't just... we have guns! In the armoury, in shops down on Fifth, there's still a few hundred of us left! We can mount a resistance and push back, I know it!" Oxyi pleaded to the council, glassy eyed and shaking slightly under the weight of her gear. The vice-mayor shook his head and gave Oxyi a sorrowful look.
"Oxyi... This isn't a fight we can win. Most of the people here aren't combat trained - they were the first to be taken... I'm sorry about your friend, I really am, but I can't ask the remaining people to risk their hides to mount a rescue operation for a stranger." He turned off the display showing Oxyi's camera feed and gently placed the tape in her hands. "You should take this and go to the Prion Eighth station." He paused for a second, then pulled a small metal card out of his pocket and passed it to Oxyi. "Use whatever is left in the city's funds to buy yourself a force. I can't imagine there's much left after all the repair work we did this summer but... it's something." He patted her gently on the shoulder, and left the room with his remaining guards to pack up.
She took the card and placed it in her pocket, stifling back tears. Behind her, the crowd were making their own preparations to leave, quickly, rushing back home to gather their belongings and take whatever could be sold, and formulating plans for where they'd live now. She didn't blame them, but she couldn't stifle the fury, the injustice building in her chest. Her hands balled up into fists. She pushed through the crowd and made her way back out onto the deserted street. There was nothing further to gain here, but there was no way Oxyi was abandoning ship quite yet.
*
Shackled and bound, the cells were filled with the tinny, rattling, disruptive ambiance of a hundred pairs of shackles and chains, every prisoner adding to the metallic cacophony as they rattled and shook their limbs. It was an unpleasant sound, like a droning background conversation that's too loud and disruptive. It was nigh impossible to hold a thought around them, and yet... Yet when she entered the room, you could hear water dripping down the walls with perfect clarity.
Moltezz's quarters were far larger than that of her cohorts, by her own self-declared needs and her demands. She'd had massive prison cells built into the room, full of Marks for her choosing. She was a queen of filth and desire after all -- choice was an absolute must. The décor alternated between tortuous and bare when it came to the cells, and brilliantly lavish, with richly decorated walls and fixings when it came to areas that Moltezz liked to hang around in. In the centre of her chamber was her throne of sin and sex, surrounded by instruments of pleasure and a litany of restraining devices. A massive red flag was hung against the back wall that looked like it was ever so slightly smouldering.
She strutted through her prison pen, but this time she wasn't here to pick someone, rather she was here to drop off one of her favourites. The fox had proven to be really quite good at escaping his cell and Moltezz quite enjoyed their game of cat and mouse, catching him and taking him to her personal chambers afterwards, and making a meal of his body.
Trent would be lying if he said it didn't feel good, but that really wasn't the point; he wasn't going to spend the rest of his days being this alien's cock-sleeve, and that was that. But his determination to escape just fuelled the filthy queen more, and more attention was the last thing he needed while he was scoping the place out for an escape.
She carried him to the centre of the room and with grace and power, she lifted him off her shoulder and quickly restrained him, securing the metal bands around his wrists and ankles. She pulled off his gag, and spoke.
"Awh, Trent... You did such a brave thing back there. Giving yourself up willingly to tell me about that attempt on Diego's life." She softly touched his cheek and ran a finger down his chin. Her touch was frighteningly warm, and the gesture made Trent's fur stand on end. "It's unlikely Seeth will reward you for all your hard work, and I really am sorry about that... I will, though..." She winked slyly at him, slowly falling onto her knees before him, resting at slightly above eye level with the fox, who began to blush. "Your queen always rewards loyalty..." She leaned in close to him, breath hot on his fur, her mouth just grazing his ear and sending pleasant tingles through his entire upper body... when she pulled away. "But later." She stood, laughing to herself as she saw her influence, his aching arousal on full display. The other prisoners remained deathly silent as she laughed, but continued to watch intently, as though their lives depended on it.
"You stay there now, Trent. I promise I'll make you feel amazing later, if you can stand my heat. Tsk, what am I saying? I know you can." She gestured dismissively at the prisoners, all of whom were watching her every movement with obsessive detail. "The rest of you, take note! Loyalty to your queen will be rewarded! But for now, I have a man to break in."
*
Diego was still drowsy but finally awake, the pleasure of the previous three days was beginning to fade and sense was returning to him. As absolutely lovely as Seeth was, he was becoming increasingly aware of what she was attempting to do to him. Her charms were incredibly difficult to resist with a clear mind, never-mind a sexually engaged one.
Currently nestled between her unbelievable breasts, they cuddled rather sweetly together, but it did make Diego wonder what exactly was in store for him, as they'd been relaxing together now for about an hour or so. She gently played with his hair and ears, gliding her soft fingers over his skin with care and attention, actively feeling his features in a sensual, enjoyable fashion. Had this been anywhere but a mysterious dungeon, this would have been heaven once again. A soft sigh from behind him brought Diego out of his thoughts.
"You... okay, Seeth? Not getting bored of me already?"
"NO! No. Nothing like that. Don't be silly. I just- I have a lot going through my head right now." Her hand ran down his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "My cohorts have been very interested in you."
"Oh yeah?" He wasn't sure if he was excited or terrified at the thought. "What does that mean for me?"
"It means I'll be taking you to meet Moltezz very soon. She informed me that someone was -" Seeth paused for a brief moment, pondering something rather deeply. "- in my chambers... and I owe her for that. So we're going to see her, and Plasia too, and I'll introduce you."
"What about if I just want to stay with you?" He whined, a smirk on his face. He twisted to try and gauge her reaction. He was trying to work out what level of control the two of them had, over each-other, and compared to the others. Diego couldn't see her expression, however; Seeth's breasts made sure of that, but his words made her quite euphoric. A massive smile erupted over her face, but she shook herself out of it and, realising she'd been quiet for a few seconds in appreciation, tried to speak.
"Yo - I mean... Yea- I just - W-What do you mean?"
"I mean, what if I would prefer to stay with you tonight?"
"T-Tonight?" Her own heart thumped loudly in her chest, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Diego felt her tone shift slightly then, she still sounded happy, but there was something else; she sounded thoughtful. "That's very cute of you, Diego, and I promise it'll be just us most of the time, but I owe Moltezz. It'll be fun, I can assure you." At least, I hope it will be... She nibbled on his ear and he blushed bright red, her hands feeling across his chest and muscles.
Too soon, the time came where Diego was blindfolded again gently and lifted into Seeth's arms as they made their way through the dungeon. He was at war with himself once again, stuck between knowing that she was obviously trying to prevent his escape, and absolutely loving every second of attention from her - which was strange. He was usually better than this... Appeasing both sides of the argument however, he knew he was in no position to mount an escape attempt yet, and still desperately needed more information. Seeth wouldn't spill a word on what was going on here, and she was very careful not to reveal anything to him, but this place reeked of something dark and dangerous, no matter her attempts to conceal it.
Eventually, they reached their destination and he was placed onto his front, strapped down onto what he assumed to be a table, and left awfully exposed. This might have panicked him, if not for Seeth's constant whispering into his ear, reassuring him he was safe, and to trust her. His ears pricked as he tried to get a sense of his surroundings, listening out for any noises in the background around him, but it was so difficult to remain focused with her silky voice calming him. He could hear something though, the clinking of metal chains dragging against each other... shackles, he was absolutely sure of it.
