Yasha finds herself in a cave. Tied up. Gagged. Captured. The repetitive sound of water dripping from the rocky ceiling slowly driving her crazy. Fjord is to her right and Jester, left. She’s leaning against the cold, damp rock formation. She feels the anger and wrath of the Stormlord inside her. Her veins are pumping with fury... and something else. Guilt? Embarrassment? Humiliation? She’s not quite sure, but she feels useless and a bit spineless. She let them take the three of them. She’s stronger than most people she’s encountered, yet these men, they made her feel weak.
She glances through the cave, sending silent glares to the cloaked men keeping watch. The muffled sounds of men, women and children whimpering and crying echoes off the cavern walls. Yasha can hear the cleric’s sniffling. She can’t help but feel partly to blame. She can barely make out the shape of a bruise where one of them had slapped her. She averts her gaze, not being able to look at the poor tiefling any longer. As she turns her head, she notices Fjord’s staring at her. His eyes are firm, but they also reveal the fear hiding underneath the surface. He gives her a reassuring look. Yasha wonders what he would’ve said if he could talk. She wants to hear his words so badly. Truth be told, she’s a little scared herself. But the only solace she gets is the look he gives her with his cat-like eyes.
A hooded figure takes a few steps towards the three of them. Yasha feels her muscles involuntarily tense up. She fights the urge, not wanting to give the figure any satisfaction. But apparently she didn’t fight hard enough, because the man chuckles as he approaches. Jester scooches away from him, towards Yasha. “Shhh, ‘ey there darling, it’s okay. You look so pretty, I just wanna take a peak at ya’...” He speaks out as he removes the hood and crouches down. He reaches his hand towards Jester and cups her chin. The Aasimar senses the heat emanating from Fjord. Yasha doesn’t even need to look at him to know that he is furious. Jester leans backwards to free her chin from his grasp, but he clenches his fingers around her face tightly. “‘Ey, ‘ey, no need to be shy sweetheart.” He says in a hushed tone. Yasha tries to move closer to protect Jester, but all of the ropes have her legs tangled and restrained. “Don’t worry.” He half-whispers with a smirk as he removes the gag from her. A look of relief, immediately followed by a look of confusion washes over the blue tiefling’s face. Just as she starts to speak up, he cuts her off with a finger on her lips: “Shhh... I’m not going to hurt ya’. I promise, I’ll be gentle.” He smiles. Yasha feels sick to her bones. Her fists clench. Jester’s face turns into a grimace of panic and fear, as he puts a hand over her mouth and pushes her freckled shoulders backwards and down onto the stone floor. Jester’s muffled cries for help makes Yasha’s stomach drop. Suddenly Fjord throws himself into the man, despite his hands and feet being bound. Jester looks up at him to find that his eyes are indeed too filled with tears. With a single blow to the back of his green head dealt by the blunt end of dagger, Fjord falls unconscious. Jester shrieks in fear and worry: “Fjord?!” She tries sitting up so she can get better look, but a firm and horrifyingly calm hand pushes her down again. “Ah-ah! I am not done with you yet.” The man whispers as he pulls Jester closer to him. “Yasha!” She cries her name out hoarsely in desperation. And the barbarian’s heart shatters into a million pieces. She needs to save Jester. The taller woman leans back against the walls and uses her tied legs to kick him in the face. She hears something in his face break. Just as she’s about to celebrate, an arm wraps around her throat and yanks her off of the ground. She gasps for air through the rag. “Bitch!” A voice rings out as the now two men share a knowing look. Suddenly Yasha gets thrown face-first into the wall. Her face goes numb as notices the blood pouring down from her nose. As she is lying on her stomach she glances at the unconscious Fjord and the crying Jester. The man, who’s face she broke, stands up and yanks her black and white hair back, forcing her to look at him. “Oh, so you want some too? That could be arranged.” Yasha attempts to growl at him. “Or should I perhaps fuck the little one first?” He hums into her ear. His warm breath on her ear sends involuntary shivers and goose bumps through her body. She tries to control her breath. She can’t let him hurt Jester. She has to protect her. She has failed at protecting people in her past one too many times. So she shakes her head, slowly. “That’s what I thought.” He smiles as he puts the gag back on Jester, leaving Yasha to her last seconds of peace. The second man winks at the first: “Guess I’ll leave you to it.” As he leaves with a little chuckle, Yasha hears an empathic sob from the now gagged blue girl. He starts walking towards the pale woman, removing her gag. Yasha knows what’s coming. She wants to scream, yet finds herself silent. Not by a spell, but something far greater; loosing hope. Her heart beats faster and faster. All she can hear is her blood pumping in her ears, and then... silence. She lets her head fall onto the stone cold floor. She tries to stay strong, as he places himself on top of her back. She feels the tears welling up in her eyes. For Jester. This for Jester. Sadly that is the only hope Yasha can think of. She tries to close her eyes. Maybe if she just pretends she’s somewhere else, she won’t feel it. But she feels the heat of his body against hers. His weight keeping her down. She sees the blurry outline of Jester through her own tears. She tastes the blood running from her nose, down onto the wet and cold ground. She smells her own fear and the alcohol of his breath, as he whispers in her ear. She can’t even make out the words. She is hearing them, but they make no sense. Just a pile of meaningless words. She feels the pain as he pushes himself into her. She hears his grunts and groans. She feels him cum inside of her. Everything seems so distant, yet all too close. She wishes she was anywhere but here. She feels, so, so broken. Blows and kicks can break you, but not like this. Nothing can break you like this.
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Re: Yasha - manipulation, bondage (tw: noncon)
Date: 2018-07-09 09:11 am (UTC)By justacritter
!Warning!: Non-con
Yasha finds herself in a cave. Tied up. Gagged. Captured. The repetitive sound of water dripping from the rocky ceiling slowly driving her crazy. Fjord is to her right and Jester, left. She’s leaning against the cold, damp rock formation. She feels the anger and wrath of the Stormlord inside her. Her veins are pumping with fury... and something else. Guilt? Embarrassment? Humiliation? She’s not quite sure, but she feels useless and a bit spineless. She let them take the three of them. She’s stronger than most people she’s encountered, yet these men, they made her feel weak.
She glances through the cave, sending silent glares to the cloaked men keeping watch.
The muffled sounds of men, women and children whimpering and crying echoes off the cavern walls. Yasha can hear the cleric’s sniffling. She can’t help but feel partly to blame. She can barely make out the shape of a bruise where one of them had slapped her. She averts her gaze, not being able to look at the poor tiefling any longer. As she turns her head, she notices Fjord’s staring at her. His eyes are firm, but they also reveal the fear hiding underneath the surface. He gives her a reassuring look. Yasha wonders what he would’ve said if he could talk. She wants to hear his words so badly. Truth be told, she’s a little scared herself. But the only solace she gets is the look he gives her with his cat-like eyes.
A hooded figure takes a few steps towards the three of them. Yasha feels her muscles involuntarily tense up. She fights the urge, not wanting to give the figure any satisfaction. But apparently she didn’t fight hard enough, because the man chuckles as he approaches. Jester scooches away from him, towards Yasha.
“Shhh, ‘ey there darling, it’s okay. You look so pretty, I just wanna take a peak at ya’...” He speaks out as he removes the hood and crouches down. He reaches his hand towards Jester and cups her chin.
The Aasimar senses the heat emanating from Fjord. Yasha doesn’t even need to look at him to know that he is furious.
Jester leans backwards to free her chin from his grasp, but he clenches his fingers around her face tightly.
“‘Ey, ‘ey, no need to be shy sweetheart.” He says in a hushed tone. Yasha tries to move closer to protect Jester, but all of the ropes have her legs tangled and restrained.
“Don’t worry.” He half-whispers with a smirk as he removes the gag from her. A look of relief, immediately followed by a look of confusion washes over the blue tiefling’s face. Just as she starts to speak up, he cuts her off with a finger on her lips: “Shhh... I’m not going to hurt ya’. I promise, I’ll be gentle.” He smiles. Yasha feels sick to her bones. Her fists clench. Jester’s face turns into a grimace of panic and fear, as he puts a hand over her mouth and pushes her freckled shoulders backwards and down onto the stone floor.
Jester’s muffled cries for help makes Yasha’s stomach drop. Suddenly Fjord throws himself into the man, despite his hands and feet being bound. Jester looks up at him to find that his eyes are indeed too filled with tears. With a single blow to the back of his green head dealt by the blunt end of dagger, Fjord falls unconscious. Jester shrieks in fear and worry: “Fjord?!” She tries sitting up so she can get better look, but a firm and horrifyingly calm hand pushes her down again. “Ah-ah! I am not done with you yet.” The man whispers as he pulls Jester closer to him.
“Yasha!” She cries her name out hoarsely in desperation. And the barbarian’s heart shatters into a million pieces. She needs to save Jester. The taller woman leans back against the walls and uses her tied legs to kick him in the face. She hears something in his face break. Just as she’s about to celebrate, an arm wraps around her throat and yanks her off of the ground. She gasps for air through the rag. “Bitch!” A voice rings out as the now two men share a knowing look. Suddenly Yasha gets thrown face-first into the wall. Her face goes numb as notices the blood pouring down from her nose. As she is lying on her stomach she glances at the unconscious Fjord and the crying Jester. The man, who’s face she broke, stands up and yanks her black and white hair back, forcing her to look at him.
“Oh, so you want some too? That could be arranged.” Yasha attempts to growl at him. “Or should I perhaps fuck the little one first?” He hums into her ear. His warm breath on her ear sends involuntary shivers and goose bumps through her body. She tries to control her breath. She can’t let him hurt Jester. She has to protect her. She has failed at protecting people in her past one too many times. So she shakes her head, slowly.
“That’s what I thought.” He smiles as he puts the gag back on Jester, leaving Yasha to her last seconds of peace.
The second man winks at the first: “Guess I’ll leave you to it.” As he leaves with a little chuckle, Yasha hears an empathic sob from the now gagged blue girl. He starts walking towards the pale woman, removing her gag.
Yasha knows what’s coming. She wants to scream, yet finds herself silent. Not by a spell, but something far greater; loosing hope.
Her heart beats faster and faster. All she can hear is her blood pumping in her ears, and then... silence. She lets her head fall onto the stone cold floor. She tries to stay strong, as he places himself on top of her back. She feels the tears welling up in her eyes.
For Jester. This for Jester. Sadly that is the only hope Yasha can think of.
She tries to close her eyes. Maybe if she just pretends she’s somewhere else, she won’t feel it. But she feels the heat of his body against hers. His weight keeping her down. She sees the blurry outline of Jester through her own tears. She tastes the blood running from her nose, down onto the wet and cold ground. She smells her own fear and the alcohol of his breath, as he whispers in her ear. She can’t even make out the words. She is hearing them, but they make no sense. Just a pile of meaningless words.
She feels the pain as he pushes himself into her. She hears his grunts and groans. She feels him cum inside of her.
Everything seems so distant, yet all too close.
She wishes she was anywhere but here. She feels, so, so broken. Blows and kicks can break you, but not like this. Nothing can break you like this.