Total Party Wipe

"Wake up."

Brienne squirmed against the prodding foot, swatting it away. It wasn't her turn to keep watch.

"Wake up, Brienne. Kyla is missing."

One of Brienne's bright violet eyes popped open. The sorceress stirred, sitting up in her bedroll and grinding her fist into the other socket. "Huh?"

Sune -- the trio's leader -- stood over her, eyes scanning the darkness. She had her sword drawn and ready. "Kyla is gone," she repeated.

The young sorceress proceeded to shove both fists into her eyes. "Maybe she's, ah, relieving herself--"

"She's gone." Something in Sune's tone broached no argument. Her sword grip tightened.

Brienne sighed. The young sorceress peeled herself out of her bedroll with considerable reluctance, rising to her feet. She straightened her robes and stretched her arms over her head. "Okay. I'm up. Let's find her."

Starting from the center of the camp, they traced out a slow spiral and combed the surrounding forest. Brienne summoned a wisp of light to illuminate their surroundings. It didn't take long for the mote of magic to cast its glow upon a tree trunk marked with multiple tiny gashes -- evidence of Kyla's favorite nightly activity.

"Well, she didn't leave her knives behind," Brienne offered.

"Or someone was smart enough to take them."

Brienne resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She sent the glowing mote forward, continuing the search.

Several steps past the tree, something reflected the light back to her. Brienne paused, crouched -- and felt her blood freeze.

"...Sune."

Sune, still inspecting the knife marks, turned her head. "What?"

Brienne turned and lifted her palm, opening it. She held a single brightly feathered dart.

Kyla was their tracker, but Brienne had a few tricks of her own.

She knew how to speak with animals. Typically, this was of limited use; your average squirrel had pressing matters to attend to, and would never waste their time with humanoids. But after a little coaxing (and nut-based bribery), she secured a lead. The squirrel could barely remember the previous five minutes, nevermind what happened hours before -- but it did recall nearly being stepped upon by some giant, heavy thing. The thing had been heading west.

Sune took the lead. She trudged through the trees, leaving the road behind -- cutting her way through the brush when necessary. Brienne followed, her light wisp casting its glow ahead in search for more clues.

The morning sun rose up against their backs. Brienne dismissed the mote as blades of light overshadowed what little illumination it provided.

"We'll find her," Brienne said, doing her best to hide the tremble in her voice.

"I know."

Kyla groaned and lifted her head. Her nightmare had been strange and savage; visions of pain, humiliation, and pleasure so deeply entangled that she could not tell them apart. She stretched back and tried to move--

"...mmppmh..."

--only to realize that the nightmare was real.

A jolt of pain rushed up her arms. Both were pinned behind her, tied at the wrists and elbows. They were bound so tight that her shoulders ached, her chest forced forward. Her legs were bound at the ankles; a wad of fabric was forced deep into her mouth, held in place by a strap wrapped around her head. She had been blindfolded.

Whatever she was laying atop of was soft. A bed? It felt like fur. There were also a number of scents in the air -- freshly roasted meat, spices, burnt lavender, lye -- and something else. Dark and musty, with a honeyed undertone. She couldn't place it, but it made her shiver.

She shifted again. Immediately, she felt an enormous hand descend upon her breast. Squeezing it. She whimpered, squirming and trying to pull away -- but her body responded.

Her nipple grew dense underneath the leathery grip of that palm. As it slid a thumb up and around the tip of her dark nipple, she suppressed another shudder -- and a moan. What was wrong with her...?!

"Mmpmmhph! Mmph!"

"Shhh..." That voice. The voice from her nightmares -- the voice that had seized her, stripped her, used her. All while whispering tender sweet nothings in her ear. She hated it. She loathed it. She refused to be comforted by it. The very idea was--

"Shhh..." A sharp little smack against her nethers disrupted the thought, replacing it with a bolt of raw humiliation and pleasure. She whined. Nearly mewled.

"Mmph... mmph!"

It was the drug, she told herself. This horrible pleasure-inducing drug. Whatever had been in the dart; whatever had been soaking that cloth. If it wasn't for that, she wouldn't be struggling with this strange, perverse pleasure, this mind-fogging need--

smk!

That's all it took. Another slap of that massive palm. Another bolt of humiliation, of pain, of pleasure. Once again, her mind rolled back into that dark, empty room. She groaned and shook her head. No, she wouldn't, she wouldn't be treated like-- like some animal, some pet--

smk. smk. smk...

"...m-mmph...!"

With each successive blow, Kyla spasmed. With each strike, she felt her mind descending into an increasingly primal state. All he had done was tie her up and slap her cunt while cooing at her -- and her psyche was reeling, straining at the seams.

"Good girl. Shhh..."

smk. smk. smk...

Under the blindfold, Kyla's eyes rolled back. Her body pulsed in time with each slap. She groaned -- and felt herself slipping.

"...mmhh... mmmm..."

Please,

she begged in silence.

Someone... save me. I can't -- I can't hold out against--

smk. smk. smk...

Sune and Brienne had searched for the better half of the evening. What few signs they found -- a broken branch here, a few heavy footsteps there -- were left days ago. Kyla's kidnapper had covered their tracks well, but had failed to account for the every day paths they took to hunt game and gather supplies. It was those paths that led the two here.

The cottage was easy to miss. Tucked away in the heart of the woods, it was hidden behind a large mound that obstructed its view from the east. The small ramshackle home was built from the gutted remains of a wagon -- raised atop an ancient stone ruin. Granite blocks jutted up from the soil like jagged teeth from a broken jaw.

They approached the cottage carefully: Sune with her sword drawn, Brienne with a spell at the ready. Both could hear a sound in the distance -- a slow, repeated creaking.

Brienne's heart hammered in her ears. She was terrified of what they might find.

Sune kicked the door open. Inside was a comfortable living space -- a fur bed, a cast-iron wood stove, and even a pantry stocked with supplies.

The creaking continued.

It wasn't coming from inside, Brienne realized. She looked to Sune -- both of them understood at once. It was coming from behind the cottage.

They darted around the structure and came upon what they had initially missed: Behind the cottage was a thick wooden trunk thrust down into a stone pivot. The trunk was lined with long pegs along its upper ridge. When pushed, these pegs could rotate the trunk with a slow, steady creak.

Kyla had been bound to one of the pegs. Her arms were secured into a tight sleeve of leather, thrusting her bare breasts forward. Her mouth was gagged with a bit attached to a leather hood over her head -- it covered the upper half of her face, effectively blinding her. Her hips were bare and glistening with sweat. A plug had been forced between her cheeks, attached to a crop of hair that gave her a 'tail' of sorts. She also had been fitted with a leather thong that contained a subtle bulge at the front -- some sort of humming pebble. Vibrating, stimulating the bound huntress with each and every step.

And that was what struck Brienne the hardest: She was walking. No -- she was strutting.

There was something perversely, inexplicably elegant about the way she moved. Each step swayed her toned hips, like two cogs in a machine trying to outdo one another. Kyla lifted her arched foot in a deliberate gesture, twisting her buttocks to one side -- then reversed it. The trunk creaked and turned, forcing her path to curve into a circle. Blind, helpless, and overstimulated, their former companion was strutting like some pretty little show-pony -- threads of drool dribbling atop of her heaving breasts. Soft little animal noises -- almost like whimpering coos -- escaped her gagged lips.

Brienne could not move. She could not look away. The sight was horrifying, heart-breaking, terrifying, and -- something else. Something that frightened her; something she dared not name. Her friend had always been so full of wit and brilliance. To see her reduced to this, made into an obedient, whimpering animal -- it was --

"Stay here," Sune whispered. Brienne was grateful. She did not know if she could even command her feet to move.

The paladin approached the huntress slowly, sword raised. "Kyla," she called out. Kyla's slow strut stopped -- her head turned to the side. Toward the sound of Sune's voice.

"Don't move," Sune told her. The girl whimpered and shifted, stomping her foot -- as if to communicate anxiety.

She'd been only held captive for a day, at most... What had happened to her? Brienne suppressed a shiver.

Sune set her sword aside and drew out a knife. She cut the binds that attached Kyla to the peg -- then began work on her armbinder. As she did, Kyla stomped again, making a muffled agitated noise.

"Mmph.... Mmnh!"

The armbinder was giving Sune trouble. Frowning, she reached to cut through the strap that held the bit in Kyla's mouth. She pulled it free -- threads of saliva stretched out from the girl's lips, sinking and snapping beneath their own weight. A wisp of steam escaped Kyla's panting mouth -- right before she whimpered with a voice that trembled in need: "...tr-trap..."

thwk! thwk!

Sune turned just in time. The dart struck her brigandine vest; it failed to penetrate the plates woven together under its studded padding. Her sword was plucked up in an instant.

Brienne turned a moment later. There he was -- Kyla's kidnapper. A looming green-skinned brute -- an urog. Brienne didn't know any of them even existed, anymore. He had been hidden atop of the cottage's roof. Brienne felt a flush of shocked heat at the realization that he was naked -- the massive beast had been watching Kyla's progress while stroking himself.

That's when she noticed a sharp pinch behind her. Her hand fumbled at her back. Her fingers brushed across the feathered edge of a dart. He had thrown two -- Sune had avoided hers. Brienne hadn't.

A flash of heat hit Brienne's body. She felt weak, dizzy, hot -- warm blood rushed to the tips of her ears. She raised her hands, intent on casting a spell.

The urog sprang down from above. His feet struck the earth, and the earth shook. Brienne felt the vibration of impact rattle up through her bones. She stumbled back, stammering -- sparks of light sputtered from her fingertips.

Sune lunged. Her sword burned bright, cutting a fiery swathe of radiance through the air. Though the blade did not connect with the urog, the heat did. He was forced back, an enormous arm lifting to shield his eyes.

In the same instant, his knee rushed forward, connecting with Sune's stomach. The interlocking plates failed to absorb the bulk of the blow. Sune fell back into a crouch -- her sword slammed into the ground, anchoring her in place. She wheezed, struggling to recover.

The urog did not waste this moment. He lunged forward again -- this time for Brienne. The sorceress cried out with shock as she felt his massive fist curling into her copper curls. The same blow that had knocked back Sune now drove into Brienne's belly -- she felt every last molecule of air rush out of her at once. Her eyes crossed. Her body crumbled.

The urog lifted her over his shoulder as if she was a mere sack of potatoes. Her chest fell upon his back, her robe-clad rump in the air. She heard Sune snarl.

Brienne tried to fight, but she still hadn't recovered from that initial blow. The urog's grip on her back was like steel -- and her whole body was still throbbing from whatever he had coated the dart with. She felt him turn and run. Her legs weakly kicked as she was carried off like a brand new prize.

Somewhere in the distance, Sune struggled to follow in breathless pursuit.