Quinn's Bondage Assortment

  The War Queens invasion had been a failure. She had not expected the southern forces to have been so organised and disciplined. They had only managed to raid a few towns before being confronted by the main force, her own troops had not been disciplined enough to not engage them The battle was short, a headlong assault had been repelled and retreat cut off as it fell apart. Ending with the Queen and a large portion of her army captured. Dragged to the capital those she had sort to terrorise now parading her like a trophy. They took her out of the group, followed by a number of her warriors, each one well built and attractive as they were taken to the arena. She tried to struggle against the guards, but it was far too late to get free now. A vial is pressed to her lips as she is forced to drink the contents, burning as it goes down her throat. The effects are near immediate, her and her companions start to feel groggy and uncoordinated. The attendants waste no time in stripping the...

  They had been travelling for days through hostile territory, there had been very little here. The odd abandoned castle and town, but really nothing substantial. Even so it had all been empty, they had not seen anyone since the invasion started.  The army had split it two, in the hopes of finding the enemy and forcing a decisive battle. A scout had just arrived, having failed to find the other half of their forces. It had been like they had just vanished. Ulphia had been marching her troops for days, following the last command she was given. Night was falling, but the scouts had found a place for them to set up camp not too far ahead. They had just passed through a narrow valley, a good place for an ambush, but with no sighting of the enemy it had been passed through cautiously, but there was no real surprise when they passed through it successfully, the army collectively sighing with relief. The army was in three parts. Up front were the cavalry, mostly medium to heavily arm...

  Nova panted heavily, she had finally gotten the upper hand on her opponent. Obsidian was trying to pull herself to her feet, but the battle had been hard and the fight was out of her as a Dominion enforcement team arrived. Nova had intended to be gone before them, but Obsidian had put up one hell of a fight.  Orb drones were already scanning the area, neon light coating the area as they started to catalogue and record. A hovership thrummed into place above them with a pair of suppressor frames dropped onto the rooftop near her, they should be able to take care of Obsidian now she was weakened.  To her surprise they instantly raised weapons to her, seeing the laser dots appear on her outfit as she half raised her hands. “Meta Human, comply, submit to arrest and restraint, compliance is mandatory, restraint is mandatory” the robot barks at her as she raises her hands unsure what has gotten into them. “Hey come on, you want Obsidian not me, this is all some big mix up” she...

 Varka slipped into Selenyra room, her tall leather boots echoing on the stone floor as much as she may try and keep quiet. She was a tall woman with deep red hair cropped short, her body was musclebound and scarred, she carried herself  with confidence as she strode over to the chair Selenyra was sitting in, trying and failing to be quiet as she moved.  Selenyra moves her book out of the way as Varka slides onto her lap, legs dangling over the arm of the chair. Selenyra was much smaller than her lover, but not to a normal person. She wraps an arm around her as Varka leans into her. She whispers into her ear “what is wrong my Trousse?” Varka squirms a little, the name always seemed, so humiliating. She sighed and tried to nuzzle closer into Selenyra, she always made her feel submissive for reasons she never figured out. Selenyra’s voice was firmer this time, “Tell me”. Varka hated telling her things, she just wanted to forget it. She quietly starts to explain, Selenyra li...

  They slowly moved deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine ruins under the castle. They had been going for hours, trying to map out a path. They had found a few useful things here and there. Lilixia lets an orb of light hover over her hand, its light playing off of her charcoal grey skin and illuminating the rough stone walls ahead of her. Next was the Druid Elunë, her hand idly tracing over the rough cut stone blocks as she walked closely behind Lilixia. She was dressed in a variety of furrs draped over her copper-colored skin. Her obsidian black hair hung in a loose braid as her bare feet gracefully guided over the stone floor.  Velistra followed next, a charming and seductive Dhampir. She was dressed in well fitting leathers as she scans each new area meticulously for any items of use. Her short blond pixie cut and enthralling green eyes always luring people in before she flashes her fangs at them. Then came Draska, a fierson human warrior, muscle bound and deadly. Her lon...

  You had managed to get a meeting with the asylum director, turning up the charm had gotten you pretty far, yet the mention of your missing friend had clearly made him quite defensive. You are at the very least on the right track, even if the meeting was pretty much a bust now.  Before you can stand up, an arm wraps around you, firmly pinning your body to the chair. A sweet smelling cloth is forced over your mouth and nose as you struggle all you can. Feeling groggy as your body starts to succumb to the drugs, the director watches you with a content smile. Soon you slip into helpless unconsciousness. You try rolling over, feeling confused as you can't quite move properly, your eyes eventually flutter open. You are surprised with the sight of your friend, but in a worse situation than you had hoped. Lying on her side, tightly buckled into a straitjacket, a gag blocks her mouth, you can see a sturdy metal collar around her throat. She seems oddly docile, eyes glazed over as she...