The Chainer The Rescue

The Chainer - The Rescue

Copyright 2024 by Otto26

With thanks to neuroparenthetical for his editing work and Elayne for her permission to rewrite our online roleplay as a story. This is the fifth chapter of The Chainer

Elise approached the door to the wizard's quarters with a metal tray balanced carefully on her hands. She was in a mood, partly because she was about to kill someone, but also because of the events of the past twenty minutes.

The kitchen staff were slaves. They wore iron collars rather than gold collars, which meant they were available to be used by The Chainer's subordinates. Two of those subordinates had been abusing a cook, the humans sandwiching the poor woman between them as they stood, one raping her vagina, the other her ass. The kitchen slaves were resentful of the relative privilege enjoyed by gold-collar slaves. Elise had been reduced to slapping and threatening them to get the compliance she'd needed. She felt the shame of it still - and, in a way, was glad that she did.

One shred of decency I haven't lost.

While gold-collar slaves might not have been available to outright rape, that didn't mean the slavers didn't feel free to grope her at every opportunity. Despite the bath she'd only just completed, she felt filthy. Her ass, her breasts, and her vagina had been pinched, slapped, and squeezed, and she'd been powerless to respond or even dodge them because the tray she carried was concealing the large knife she'd stolen from the kitchen. One drunken orc had painfully shoved a finger up her ass and drooled against her ear while he'd 'whispered.' She wasn't sure if his words had been threats, promises, or seductions, and she'd had to stand there and wait until he'd released her and stumbled on his way.

She checked the hallway to make sure it was empty, listening at least as much as she looked. She could hear the sound of screaming coming from behind the door. There was no way to tell who it might be without giving away the advantage she required. She set the metal tray on the floor, pulling the knife from beneath it. It was a big carving knife - decent steel with a wood handle. She wrapped the dish towel around her face, covering her mouth and nose. Picking up a small cheesecloth bundle and a ceramic jug, she stepped into the room, kicking the tray inside, and closed the door behind her.

Her eyes swept the room and found the patch of darkness she could not see into. "Time for you to get fucked," she said softly, and threw the ad-hoc sachet into the darkness. It came apart as it flew, and the pepper within - nearly all the kitchen had possessed - dispersed in a vague approximation of a cloud. Elise darted in after it, one eye closed, and heard a snarl that became a coughing sneeze as the warg moved to the side, out of the darkness and into her sight. She threw the ceramic jug at its face, so close that she could have held onto it and still hit the creature. The thin pottery jug broke, and the acid smell of vinegar cut through the stale sweat and incense that filled the room as the liquid ran into the creature's eyes.

Elise feinted and stepped to the side as the warg, two senses blinded, snapped at where she would have been. She slashed hard with the knife, knowing it would do little against the tough hide and matted fur that protected the beast, but still wanting to goad it. It howled and lunged hard for where it knew her to be. She pivoted to the side and let the teeth pass so close by that she could feel the heat of its breath on her naked flesh. She'd let the momentum of the slash continue and bring the knife up. She added to that momentum, her arm powering it down, her knees bending to put nearly her entire body weight into the stab that plunged into the creature's neck and passed through its throat. As it tried to pull away, she threw herself up and against it, supporting her entire body on the handle of the knife. The blade forced its way down, ripping open the creature's throat. It howled in agony, but only for a few moments.

Panting, Elise wiped her bloody hands on the creature's fur and stalked towards the opening to the next room. The curtain that was blocking her view hung limp and listless. The only sound that could still be heard from within was a muffled sobbing. Elise carefully stood to one side of the doorway and pushed the curtain open.

Anne was restrained as Elise had been: naked, on her back, arms and legs spread, her belly raised up above her head and feet. Her skin was still red and broken in places from the lash. The heavy rings in her nipples pulled her breasts back towards her face. Her entire body was shaking as she sobbed into a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.

Elise moved quickly through the doorway into a ready stance with her back to a wall. She scanned the room for Hogan, but couldn't see him anywhere. There was a cabinet against one wall with a door that swung loosely, suggesting the presence of a hidden passage.

"Gods damn him," she hissed. She was sure he'd sound the alarm.

She hurried over to Anne and tried to determine how to release her. "Anne. Anne! It's Elise. I've come to rescue you." Her eyes examined the pillar, searching for a mechanism, or a clue as to how to release the Princess. As she circled it, she noted that it had filled the Princess - both her sex and ass. Hissing frustration, she stopped and ungagged the Princess. "It's okay, Anne. No more pain. No more torture. I'll get you out of this and then get you away from here." She looked at the pillar and something raised the hairs on the back of her neck. She cast her eyes about the room again. "Anne, why aren't you opening your eyes?"

"Master told me to keep them closed," the Princess replied.

Something jabbed Elise in the ribs, hard. She gasped as painful pleasure washed through her body, and she fell to the floor. The sensation was akin to overstimulation of her clitoris, and her entire body felt that way. She tried to breathe, but couldn't; she tried to scream, but couldn't do that either.

"What made you think she was screaming with pain?" Hogan asked, appearing to step out of the air itself. He reached out with a rod in the shape of an oversized phallus and stroked her skin. The electric pleasure shook her again, and her vision blurred and darkened at the edges - not leastwise because she still couldn't breathe. Then the sensations stopped, and she gasped for air.

"Naughty bitch," the goblin remonstrated. "Naughty, naughty bitch. You've killed my pet. Yes. My pet."

He squatted down in front of her, and she willed her body to lunge at him - to bury the knife in his throat - but her body refused to obey her will, and the knife was laying on the floor next to her. Hogan brought the rod forward, holding it upright in front of her, inches from her face.

"Now I need a new pet," he said, his intent plain in his eyes.

The ivory tip of the rod brushed lightly against her lips, and she shook. The goblin slowly pressed the rod deeper into her mouth. Elise found herself sucking ardently at it and trying to take it deeper, even into her throat. She was whimpering as the pleasure ravaged her body again.

"Please, master!" Anne yelled. "Leave the slut! Use cunt! Cunt is a good cunt!"

The goblin giggled and pulled the rod away from Elise. Her head followed after, her mouth open as she tried to keep the contact. Meanwhile, Her mind tried to regain control of her body.

Hogan leaned in and licked her ear, his abnormally long tongue leaving a trail of saliva on her. "I will break you as I broke your Princess. Yes, cunt. You'll be nothing but..." Elise blinked as the words abruptly ended and the goblin fell over on his side. Behind him she could make out Ketnaro and his purple erection. A part of her focused in on his swollen flesh, and she leaned forward with wicked intention.

"Cunt begs you, master!" Anne screamed. "Please!"

"Filthy slave," Hogan groaned. He extended a hand; lightning arced along it, connected with the male slave, and racked his body with convulsions as it grounded through his feet. Elise felt the shock through her fingers and up into her arms. There was no pleasure intermixed with that pain. She hissed and drew back. Her mind seized on the new sensation and tightly embraced it, using it to cut through the wall of pleasure that had blocked it. She could move again.

Hogan cackled gleefully as Ketnaro's smoking body fell to the floor. He turned his eyes towards Elise just before she buried the knife in his chest. He reached weakly towards the wound with his hands, but Elise grabbed his wrists and pushed them apart, forcing them to the ground at his sides. The motion brought her eye to eye with her tormentor. She watched implacably as fear entered his eyes, and kept watching as life slowly left them.

She scuttled a little way across the floor to Ketnaro, but he was plainly dead. Even his cock was no longer erect. "Thank you," she said, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Master?" Anne cried, her eyes still tightly shut. "Master?" Elise looked over at the pillar. It appeared to her to be melting - losing all rigidity and turning into a thick liquid, which lowered the Princess's body towards the ground.

"Silence, cunt," Elise snapped. "Master has left. We are to clean ourselves and hasten to The Chainer's quarters to serve his pleasure."

The Princess opened her mouth and then closed it, remembering that she had not been given permission to speak.

Elise extricated Anne from the remains of the pillar and then washed them both. It would have been easier with Anne's eyes open, but Elise judged it better that she not see Hogan's body. So she managed until they were in the hallway and the door to Hogan's quarters was closed behind them.

"Open your eyes, slut," she snapped again, "and follow me closely."

"Yes, mistress," the Princess replied.

***

They had almost reached the door to The Chainer's quarters when Chugka appeared.

"Where's Verenestriel?" Elise asked.

"The guards wouldn't let him leave," Chugka explained. "I tried to explain The Chainer had sent for him, but they said they had explicit instructions."

"It's okay," Elise reassured the half-orc. "He'll be along." She wasn't sure that was true. Thinking back, she realized that Knife's constant emphasis on getting the Princess out of the fortress might have been built on the assumption that he wasn't going to be able to accompany her. Whether that meant he intended to escape later or didn't anticipate being able to escape at all was the question that suddenly tugged at her, hard. All her training and experience told her to ignore that tug. It was a close thing, and only because Elise took to cajoling herself.

I need to get her out. I'll yell at Knife later, because of course he'll be along. He doesn't need my help to escape.

"We can't wait around for him, though," she told Chugka. "We have to do this now, before Hogan is found. The armrest of his chair in the outer room is the mechanism that unlocks his escape tunnel in the wall behind it. Slide the armrest back and lift it. We'll go in the door, unlock the escape tunnel, and run through it. There will probably be some traps that can be set to prevent pursuit. Once we're out, I can signal for a rescue party."

Chugka looked very nervous, but nodded her understanding.

Anne was looking at the floor.

I can carry her if need be

.

"You're the best slave, Chugka," Elise said. "You lead us in. Anne will follow you in the middle. I'll be in the back."

In single file, they approached the door to The Chainer's quarters. Two orc guards lounged outside. Chugka drew their attention and molestation.

"Me and Kraggor asked The Chainer for you," the first said, blocking Chugka's passage and hefting a breast in his hand.

"We bounce you hard," the second said. He matched his actions to his words, bouncing Chugka forward with a thrust of his abdomen, slamming her belly against the first orc's.

"You a very lucky cunt, Chugka," the first leered. The second drew his free hand back and brought it forward to slap an ass cheek hard.

Chugka purred something in Orcish. The two stiffened and growled at her, but stepped aside to let them pass between their glares and into the quarters of The Chainer.

Elise pointed silently at the armrest on the chair while she quietly padded towards the opening to the other room to check on the orc within.

"Master!" Anne screamed, running past Elise and into the room beyond. "These sluts are trying to escape! Save your cunt!"

For a moment, Elise was literally stunned. Then the anger swelled in her, and she cursed herself for her lack of attention and forethought.

Stupid cow!

She glanced back and saw Chugka struggling with the armrest. There would be no help from that quarter, she realized. The half-orc was sweating with fear and desperate to escape, and Elise couldn't blame her one bit. On the wall beyond her, she saw her sword hanging in its scabbard. She dashed across the room to it and drew it. "I'll take care of The Chainer," she asserted, "You get the Princess out of here if you have to knock her out to do it."

She had no idea if Chugka would comply. She had no idea if Chugka had even heard her through the fog of fear that filled her eyes and sweated out of every pore of her body, or through the unceasing, fearful, whine she was making. She was nevertheless all Elise had to work with. She turned to the doorway and froze.

The Chainer stood there, naked but for an ornate, jeweled scepter he held in one hand. Behind him she could make out Anne, on her knees and clinging to one of his legs. Elise charged... but didn't. She couldn't move. She felt as though she was trapped in a dream and unable to break free from the paralysis.

His rod

, she remembered with an internal groan.

"I knew you were trouble," The Chainer rumbled. He kicked his leg free of Anne's grasp, heedless of the impact against her chest. Her squeal of pain was drowned out by the door to the room slamming open and the two orc guards tumbling inside.

"My stepson is behind this," The Chainer pronounced. "Go find him and bring him to me. Alive."

The guards grunted assent and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind them. The Chainer walked with unhurried deliberation to his seat and slapped Chugka with the back of his hand. It sent the woman sprawling to the floor and cleared the way for him to seat his bulk on the chair. His massive flesh hung between his legs, still limp, but intimidating regardless. Anne scrambled on all fours to press her body against his leg, her hands running up his thighs and reaching for his cock.

"I'm sad to see he's succeeded in corrupting one of my daughters," the orc said with mock sadness dripping from his words. "I thought you'd learned your place, Chugka. I'll have to make you an iron collar, now - send you to the stables."

"No, master! Please!"

"Too late to plead for my mercy, cunt." He turned his gaze to Elise. "And you. I thought you might be useful. My stepson clearly desires you above all else. I was hoping you'd draw him down to where he's supposed to be. But I should have let Shugguz fuck you to death in my hall and made him watch." He growled lightly. "Come to me, cunts."

"Fuck off," Elise said defiantly, but her body obeyed, dropping the sword from her grip and lowering itself to the floor to crawl on all fours to him. Chugka was doing the same, tears running down her face and falling upon the floor.

The Chainer spread his legs to allow them to gather between them. "I suppose I'll have to do the work myself. Worship my cock, cunts."

Elise gathered every ounce of her will, her hate, and even her fear, and tried to throw herself away from the vile orc. Instead, her hands rubbed up The Chainer's thighs and joined Chugka's in caressing the monstrous limp flesh of his cock. They lifted the weight of it in their hands and bent their heads forward to kiss and lick his warm member.

"May cunt please taste your cock, master?" Anne whined.

Elise heard the sound of flesh striking flesh and surmised that The Chainer had slapped the Princess. "Don't annoy me, cunt. Fetch a lash and take your revenge on these cunts. Quickly."

Elise took The Chainer into her mouth, trying to swallow him into her throat. She could feel him swelling within her, and it made her wet. She struggled with the realization, wondering if it was a result of the scepter, her body reacting to stimulus, or something in her character.

Chugka's hand pulled at her hair, forcing Elise to abandon the cock, and the half-orc greedily replaced her, burying the flesh in her mouth.

"Damnit," Elise swore.

The Chainer chuckled. "Patience, cunt. Patience. When my son arrives, I'll let him see your true nature, and then I'll make him watch as I fuck you to death. He'll cry and go mad because he loves you." He stroked her cheek, then bent forward a little to take a ring between two meaty fingers and twist, tormenting her nipple and causing her to gasp in pain.

She gasped again as coarse strands of rope slapped hard against her skin, then dragged across it, creating bloody welts that stretched across her entire ass.

"Don't try to steal cunt from master, you nasty cunt!" Anne yelled.

The Chainer laughed. "That's right, cunt. Punish them."

Chugka screamed and looked behind her. That created the opportunity Elise had been waiting for, and she replaced the half-orc on The Chainer's cock, lunging forward and trying to take him into her mouth. He had grown too big, however, so she laved his flesh with her tongue, from top to bottom and then back up, where she covered as much of his tip as she could with her mouth and teased his glans with her tongue.

Another slashing strike of the rope flogger made her body jump and drew a whimper of pain from her lungs. Beside her, Chugka gasped as she was struck, and her head bumped against Elise's as they both licked and sucked at The Chainer. Then his flesh pulled away from them, the Chainer grunting in surprise as he moved. His hand clawed at Elise's hair, pulling her up in front of him. She licked and kissed at him, but then he was scrambling away, and she felt limp and exhausted. She looked around and tried to see what was happening.

The Chainer was scrambling for the next room, and Anne was attacking Knife. Elise had no sooner registered that face than the half-orc threw the Princess roughly to the ground and stomped on her stomach. He was covered in blood and looked a little worse for wear, but seemed to be in decent shape. He'd acquired a tunic and weapons somewhere.

Missed her nec

k, Elise's brain automatically registered before she was able to shake off more of the fog.

Of course he didn't snap her neck; we're here to rescue her. He's just winded her to keep her out of the fight

.

Knife threw a knife through the doorway into the next room.

Now he's delaying. That wasn't a real throw, because that wasn't a throwing knife

.

"Get the Princess out," he growled. "I'll take care of him."

"Right," she muttered.

Right. The Princess. The mission. Get her out. He'll delay The Chainer and follow

. She felt herself becoming clearer - her mind, and her voice. "Got it." She stumbled over to the Princess and grabbed her hair, dragging her towards the wall. Chugka was already scrabbling at the armrest and lifting it.

Together, they pushed the door in the wall behind the chair open and dragged the Princess inside the cool, dusty tunnel beyond.

"There's going to be traps we can set," Elise called out to Chugka. "We need to stop at the first one and wait for Knife - for Verenestriel, I mean."

Chugka looked as though she wanted to drop the Princess and run,, but she nodded and kept pulling.