for Vhal

[zashikiasobi]

"So. The much vaunted Warrior of Light, reduced to this."

Somewhere, far to the west, a viera warrior fought the Garlean crown prince, and the viera lost. Defeated and rendered unconscious, she was taken by Imperial forces to Doma, the domain of Yotsuyu goe Brutus. At first, it was thought she would be studied, analyzed to understand her glorious Echo, but no matter how much she was tortured, no matter the threats that were made, she did not break. Eventually, Zenos lost interest, and Vhal was thrown in the deepest dungeon in Doma, there to be forgotten.

Except, fate wouldn't be so kind to her as to let her waste away to death. After being granted permission from the prince, or more accurately, being given his complete apathy on the idea, Yotsuyu was given permission to do as she pleased with the Warrior of Light. She went to the dungeon as swiftly as she could after, flanked by guards to either side, to stand at Vhal's cell. The viera was naked, as she had been for weeks after her imprisonment, and attached to the dingy wall by shackles around her ankles.

"Wake her." One of her guards stepped to the side and picked up a bucket while the other unlocked Vhal's cell. Moments later, freezing cold water was splashed on her body while Yotsuyu looked on, a small smile on her face that failed to give away just how excited she really was.

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One of the viera's long black ears twitched, almost like she was focusing on the unfamiliar voice, but she was still in a twilight between consciousness and nothingness. At least, she was until the splash of icy water had her gasping awake and scrambling away from the source of the discomfort.

Vhal found herself blinking at the trio, two faceless guards and a woman she didn't recognize.

"I thought you all had given up already," She muttered defiantly. Honestly, as the days, or maybe it had been weeks, had passed with no visitors, she'd begun to suspect they would simply let her rot in the dark cell. Part of her held out hope for a rescue but another part, the part she tried to push far back in her mind and keep quiet, that part had already come to terms with her inevitable, looming fate, her death. Not in some great, triumphant battle, but here... sitting in filth and darkness.

"Who are you? Zenos can no longer be bothered to interrogate me himself?"

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So, there was still fight in her yet. No surrender to nihilism, no begging for mercy, only disdain for her captors. Yotsuyu could not have hoped for, nor did she expect, any less from the living legend herself. Even being trapped in a filthy hole like this, without a stitch on her, she still had the strength to calmly spit venom at the people she considered her enemies.

"Lord Zenos has decided to hand custody of you over to me." She took a toke off her long pipe and blew the smoke toward Vhal before continuing. "I am Yotsuyu goe Brutus, perhaps you have heard of me?" A shrug. "Or not. It does not matter. From this day forward, you are my property, and I will use you as I please."

It never failed to give her a thrill, saying that. It was nearly the same speech she had been given by her own owner, many years ago, and turning his foul words into her own weapon gave Yotsuyu a high like none other.

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She fought to keep still, to hide the little trembles and shivers both from the cold water on her bare skin and the way she was being looked at. Like... well, like property. Just as Yotsuyu had just said.

The name wasn't entirely familiar but it wasn't unfamiliar either. Vhal had heard it, whispered fearfully as if saying it any louder might bring the woman's ire down on them.

"Use me?" Her voice still held a confrontational edge. Perhaps if she sounded confident, she'd begin to believe it herself. "You expect me to work for you? Serve you?"

She scoffed softly at the idea, unaware of how naively wrong her assumption was.

[zashikiasobi]

Ah, still defiant! Perhaps she hadn't heard of her, or believed that she still had any cards left to play in the situation save capitulation. As much as Yotsuyu enjoyed being obeyed with absolute deference, there was something sweet about taking a strong standing reed and slowly, little by little, bending it until it broke.

"Perhaps a demonstration of my expectations is in order." She snapped her fingers and pointed to both of her guards. "You two. Unbuckle your pants and lower your smallclothes. You." She pointed to Vhal. "You will provide them pleasure with your mouth."

If Vhal felt startled by this order, that was nothing compared to her guards. The roegadyn female and hyur male shared a sidelong glance, but wordlessly did as they were told, exposing a bald, greenskinned cunt and tanned, semi-erect cock, respectively.

"I will give you the honor of choosing which you will service first." She did not give her the option of neither. If Vhal was wise, she would not try to pick it.

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It felt like the air in the room had suddenly rushed out when she questioned what Yotsuyu's plan for her was. Maybe it was the guards' body language or some imperceptible change in her captor's expression but she suddenly felt very much like she'd made a mistake.

The snap of Yotsuyu's fingers made her start and she hated herself for it. She heard every work Yotsuyu said but it was as if she was speaking another language at first, muffled, like her mind simply wouldn't accept the words. Her face felt hot, radiating, her heart thundering in her ears.

"...no..." Her voice was so small, so helpless. Eyes wide, she looked from the guards, carefully not looking down to where they'd dropped their pants, to Yotsuyu as if she expected this to all be some sick, twisted joke. Mouth impossibly dry suddenly, she took a shaky half-step back.

"You can't mean that. You can't," All her confidence was gone as she bordered on pleading.

[zashikiasobi]

Now, there it was. There was the fear she craved. Yotsuyu's smile, to this point existing with what could be called a touch of warmth, twisted along with the rest of her face into a visage of pure malice. She had limits, she could be pushed, she could break.

"I do not recall offering you the choice to say no." She took another long drag off her pipe, eyes remaining locked on the cowering viera as she did. "You will lick, suck, slurp, and swallow them. This is not a suggestion, nor is it a request. It is... inevitable."

Looking back over her shoulder to her guards, they remained impassive to either side, faces concealed in their imperial masks. All the better, it dehumanized them. Made them all the more humiliating to please.

"I will give you one more chance to do as you are told. If you refuse again, we will leave." She gave her a few seconds to let that sink in, perhaps to give her a spark of hope. "We will return tomorrow morning. You will be given neither food nor water in the interim. Should you refuse again, we will return the next day, and so on, until you do as you are told or..."

She didn't need to finish that sentence.

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Her stomach turned at the description and she took another step back, head swimming. This couldn't be happening. She'd fought psuedogods and this was her fate?

"I refuse," Her voice sounded empty, lost.

As promised, the trio left without much fanfare and the next day, despite starting to feel weak, she refused again.

The morning of the following day, the three returned again. She heard them coming, unable to truly sleep, and she caught herself thinking how lucky she was that they'd come early because she wasn't sure if she could endure the clawing thirst she felt. Lucky! The thought disgusted her.

As before, the guards were ordered to present themselves. This morning, instead of refusing, she quietly stepped closer to stand in front of the male guard before sinking slowly to her knees.

Despite feeling light headed, she could still feel the thud of her heart pulsing in her ears, her face burning with shame. Gingerly, she put a hand on the guard's cock, which had seemed to come to attention when she'd sunk down in front of him. She chanced a quick glance upward but saw nothing, just a helmet. Glancing over to Yotsuyu as if hoping there would be some last minute change, her shoulders sunk as it became obvious that she really would have to do this.

She started with a few lackluster licks, but refused to show any other signs of discomfort, steadily working her way up to teasing her dry lips around the head of the guard's now bobbing cock. Every so often, she stole quick glances toward her 'mistress' which were little more than glares.

[zashikiasobi]

Three days. For three days, the woman held out, undoubtedly in misery beyond description. The thirst had to be unspeakable, the hunger nearly as bad, and by that third day, the thought of perishing in that lonely cell, to have her body thrown into a ditch and forgotten, must have been overwhelming on her mind. That, Yotsuyu assumed, was why she finally cracked. On that third day she came with her offer, had both her guards expose themselves, and waited for the Warrior of Light to concede, her patience was finally rewarded.

"That's it, now. Good girl." She praised her like a master praised their pet dog when it finally learned a trick. Smiling wide, she watched as those dry lips opened and took the man's flagging prick between them, her tongue undoubtedly feeling like sand as she finally blew him. So great was her pleasure at seeing this, she even forgave the viera's use of her hand in getting him off. It would have been better to see her use her mouth only, but, well... dry as she was, they'd be there all day.

"Isn't this better?" She took a long drag on her pipe, then blew it right toward her captive. The female guard stood impassively beside her, an almost comical sight with her drawers on the ground, while the male occasionally grunted as his cock stiffened in Vhal's mouth. "And just think, as soon as he comes, you'll finally get something to drink. Won't that be nice, now? Finally getting something wet in that dry mouth of yours?"

She didn't really expect an answer. The look on Vhal's face would be more than enough.

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Vhal squeezes her eyes shut when Yotsuyu praises her. Three days of solitude, hunger and thirst and this is what makes her feel like she's crumbling. She just wants some water. The praise feels like a flicker of hope and a reminder how of how much easier things will be for her if she just does as she's told.

It works. She doubles her efforts as best as she can, even hearing a whimpering hum come from her own mouth eventually, a wordless plea to the faceless soldier. Please just come.

When she opens her eyes again, it's to look toward Yotsuyu. She can't plead with the guard, so she ends up looking pleadingly at Yotsuyu instead. Another soft whimper escapes her when her 'reward', the thing to quench her thirst, is mentioned. The guards cock makes a lewd noise as she lets it slip from her mouth.

"Please," Her voice is hoarse, "I... I just need a drink and then..."

She falters, hating the words that stick in her throat, "-then I'll do whatever you want to... to these two. Just a little water."

If her mouth had felt dry before, it now felt tacky and impossibly thick from licking along the guard's cock.

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"Hmph." Her elation at the series of events takes a downturn, but Yotsuyu can't be too surprised. Blowing someone was wet work, doing it with a mouth that hadn't had moisture in days was probably torture for the both of them. She didn't genuinely care in the least about either of their comfort, but making Vhal make her guards come, that was the goal here. She'd need to bend on this... and luckily, the Viera gave her an out.

"I'll take that deal. You will receive one cup of water. In exchange, you will not be finishing him off with your mouth. Instead, you will begin on her-"

She gestured to the roegadyn with her thumb, and then, that cruel smile returned. Vhal couldn't have expected Yotsuyu to give an inch, not without demanding a pound of flesh for her trouble, and she very well may have regretted asking for this mercy before long.

"-while he fucks you from behind. Anally."

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She breaths a soft sigh of relief, already fantasizing about how good the cup of water will feel. It's almost enough to elevate her above everything else going on around her.

The high comes crashing down when Yotsuyu tells her what she has to agree to. She's never... never like that, and she has to fight the rising despair in the pit of her stomach.

Water. Survival. She just needs to survive. Squeezing her eyes shut, she nods.

"I... I agree," Her voice trembles, feeling sick and anxious.

Survive. Just survive.