TS - Day 08 - Bisanthium.

[Darth Vegeta]

He resisted irritated. He didn't like the direction this was going to.
In normal circumstances a horde of beautiful women trying to undress him would have been flattering if not embarassing on top but seeing how insane the mistress was or seemed to be... he felt far from pleased.
The most beautiful bar the Mistress herself was this Andrea woman, she seemed a strongwilled woman.
He was going over his options to get out but found none yet.
Pulled down by the mass of maidens, he was stripped naked.
One of the youngest handmaidens ran her soft hands over the scars on his chest.
"This one has been wounded a few times in battle" she looked at him and than looked back "My lady he has a very severe and fresh wound" she said. "It hasn't healed entirely yet... perhaps after you are done with him we could 'tend' to the wound?" she asked.

 

[cassandra1]

The noblewoman took a closer look at the wound. It was already partially healed so it could not have been inflicted by her handmaidens. "Why wait any longer? Get the bandages and tend to it now." she said to three of the women, and they left quickly. Shawn then slid her hand over Valerios' right shoulder, arm, stomach and down to his manhood.

"I like what I see." she gently held on to it, stroking the sides with her fingertips. The three ladies returned with rolls of bandages, unsure of how many would be needed if Valerios had more wounds elsewhere on his battle hardened body. From behind him, Andrea whispered into his ear, "We will now tie you to the table there." She showed him a wooden table on the other side of the cell, with ropes attached to each corner. The cuffs were removed from his wrists, but two more handmaidens restrained his arms to make sure he did not fight back. "Walk to the table and lie down on it."

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: my apologies for not replying. For some reason i stopped getting a notification for this thread... Oo;

IC:

The handmaidens giggled. Apparently some of them were not accustomed to seeing naked young men. Valerios was not that old. Though some of the handmaidens were a lot younger than him. Their leader though was at least 5 years older though. He got up. "I'm starting to get irritated by life" he muttered "Is there somebody on the planet not bent on killing, torturing or mayming me" he said. He obeyed but remained tall and proud. The leader of the women stepped forth and personally locked him down. She seemed 'eager'. She looked at him.
"Much much better than the fat noblemen or the withered dumb mercs... a nice mix in between." she noted. She looked at her mistress "I'm starting to become jealous of you my lady" she chuckled. She ran her hand over his stomach.
"Only but off fat is here" she rubbed his stomach a bit, taking in the soft teasing sensation of the black hairs around his navel. He wiggled a bit in response. It didn't tickle it had felt nice but it had surprised him.
"Probably from an excess use of wine... bad wine" she chuckled. One of the few indulgences Legionnaries got. And seeing he had been a Centurion he had gotten a lot more off it.
She took a step back. "Do you require any 'tools' or special... 'elements' my lady?" she asked. One of the handmaidens rose up, ready to get what was needed. Meanwhile some of the handmaidens had begun to tend to his main wound, another was washing a scratch. He had some bruises but those were already fading.

 

[cassandra1]

Ooc: What about Valerios' wound? It has to be taken care of first before doing anything else.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: thought they did it but you didn't mention it as you seemed to move 'forth' after they brought the bandages. Anyway your call.

 

[cassandra1]

Ooc: I thought you want to write that part yourself. They moved on and tied him to the table but he is still not bandaged.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: There edited my post 🙂

 

[cassandra1]

"Oh Valerios, we don't intend to kill, torture or maim you." Shawn said when she heard him muttering, "We do however expect you to escape from this cell as quickly as you can. To encourage you to do that, I created a little device..." She called out to the handmaiden who stood up, "Bring me the feather wheels."

The woman nodded and walked out, returning soon afterwards with a wooden contraption consisting of two wheels mounted on an axle that was turned using a handle, placed on top of two stout wooden legs. Long white feathers lined the outer rim of the wheels, which were designed to stroke the feet of whoever was tied to the table. The handmaidens positioned the contraption such that the feathers barely touched Valerios' soles, but they had not started turning the wheels yet.

Shawn placed her fingers around Valerios' manhood once again. Bending down, she took it into her mouth very slowly before gently pulling it out. "Do you like this?" she asked.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Valerios blushed. "I belong to someone else" he said sourly.
"I will play your game for now. But I will try to escape at the first opportunity" he said.
To be honest where he loved Rachel for her warmth and kind soothing presence he was aroused by the sheer presence of this woman. And he was not sure why. She had a strange seductive beauty.
One of the handmaidens brought a smaller wheel and placed it between his legs in a slot build for it than stepped back in case her mistress wished to 'amuse herself' some more.

 

[cassandra1]

The third wheel, slightly smaller than the two at Valerios' feet, was turned with a flick of the noblewoman's fingers. If he was not hardened by what she just did using her mouth, this might tease him into it. "You're talking about that woman named Rachel, aren't you? Your heart belongs to her." Shawn said while continuously turning the wheel that gently tickled Valerios between the legs, "If you are interested to know, I am not hoping to earn your affections, though that would be a nice bonus. I too belong to someone else."

Andrea sat on the edge of the table next to Valerios' torso, running a hand over his manhood. "There is no substitude for one of these, right? Lady Shawn has needs that even I cannot provide, which is another reason why she hopes to find a male bodyguard." With Shawn still turning the crotch wheel, Andrea grabbed the handle and turned the wheels that would tickle Valerios' soles. "Preferably a ticklish man, because they are so amusing. Are you ticklish, Valerios?"

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Valerios arched a bit surprised. The tickling felt... unusual against his gender. It was a subtle caress but effective nonetheless.
There was no use denying so he answered "Yes" he surpressed his laughter.
Andre could see his feet twitch somewhat while his gender began to react... .

 

[cassandra1]

All three wheels were turned a little faster. The women wanted to see just how ticklish Valerios was. As much as he tried to hold it in, they expected him to squeal at some point. The feathers on the two wheels repeatedly brushed against Valerios' soles, starting from the heels going up near the toes, while the third wheel ran its feathers from the base of Valerios' member to the top.

Both Shawn and Andrea were pleased with his reactions. "My, you are certainly... bigger than the other prisoners." Shawn commented, "Is there any way I can convince you to forget about Rachel and use that manhood on me?"

 

[Darth Vegeta]

He didn't answer. He might say something totally stupid. Or improper. Or lacking in selfcontrol. He started to squirm a bit and a low noise started to rise from his mouth as he tried to surprise his laughter. Small chuckles came from him.
God his feet were ticklish. Than again he had already found that out when imprisoned a few days ago.
His gender started to harden immensely. But he knew there would be no release unless 'they' allowed it.

 

[cassandra1]

"Well?" Shawn spun the wheels at Valerios' feet even faster, as if torturing him for a reply. Leaving a handmaiden to turn the wheels, she climbed onto the table and mounted his stomach, her butt just barely touching his gender. "I want an answer, Valerios."

 

[Darth Vegeta]

"How does one forget 'honor' or 'love'?" he let out quickly, before clenching his teeth again. God it was so... so frustratingly torturous. The rhytmic return of the sensations running again and again over his soles. The gorgeous presence of the Tower's Lady was not improving his predicament. He felt like jumping her on the spot... .

 

[cassandra1]

Evidently, he wanted to obey the mistress but was bound by something, perhaps his love for Rachel. That could easily be arranged; there were very few men who were unwilling to leave their wives or lovers to be with the buxom redhead residing in the tower. All Valerios needed was a little more coaxing... but maybe that could wait until after he had passed the test. Why waste time seducing someone who might not survive the traps aftewards?

Shawn leaned down closer to Valerios' face. "Seems like you need more time to decide. Very well, we will untie you now. When we leave you alone, your first objective is to escape from this cell, whether by brute force or cunning. Then make your way up the tower. I will be waiting for you at the top, make sure you have a good answer by then." The wheels stopped turning and the handmaidens untied Valerios from the table.

One of the women brought in a sack containing his weapons and armor. Dropping it on the cell floor, the handmaidens followed their mistress out of the dungeons, locking the door behind them.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Valerios quickly changed outfits as they left, he rubbed himself for a second, shifting uncomfortably. Finally the erection subsided and he got back to normal comfort.
At least his wound had been well tended to it. It had stopped aching.
Now he just had to find a way out. He studied the door intently...

 

[cassandra1]

Ooc: A note to Kalamos or anyone else reading this: I'm still here and this thread is not dead. Darth and I are just having a discussion about what happens next.

 

[cassandra1]

After a while, footsteps can be heard. A slender female guard carrying a tray walks into the dungeon, a longsword strapped to the left side of her hip and the keys to each cell hanging on the right. She stopped in front of Valerios' cell and showed him the tray where there was a roasted lamb's leg and a bowl of water. A nice meal for a prisoner who would soon need all the strength he could get.

"Feeding time." she said, motioning to Valerios that he moved to the back of the cell. The door was opened, and the tray placed on the floor.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Valerios obeyed at first but as soon as her gaze shifted to the floor. He rushed forth, kicking her in the face. Hit back, he didn't allow her any time to react, slamming her head against the bars of the cell.
"I do not enjoy hitting women... but i fear i had no other choice" he said. She was alive but knocked out, placing her on the table, cuffed down, he quickly gobbled up the food and headed off.

Following the stairs, he went up, level after level until arriving at an end. Now he had to pass through this floor to reach the stairs at the other side.
Slowly... he advanced. Cautious that guards may pop up or traps might activate.
As this was a game he wasn't entirely sure off the rules perhaps security wouldn't 'actively' look for him. Who knew? But he wasn't going to take any risks.
He would have gone down towards the exit but that had been barred... . There was only a way 'up'.

 

[cassandra1]

The seemingly ordinary passage was long and quiet, perhaps too quiet. At first, there was nothing between the stairs that Valerios just climbed up and the stairs he was now walking towards. Burning torches hung on the walls, providing a little light in an otherwise pitch dark passageway.

Up ahead, a soft "woosh" sound could be heard, like something big swinging constantly through the air. A log, almost long enough to cover the entire width of the passage, suspended from the ceiling by chains and covered with bloodied spikes. There were five of them swinging like pendulums throughout this floor, at speeds that were neither too fast nor too slow. An agile person could jump over them, but timing was critical as he might hop over one but impale himself on top of the next log. From the looks of it, there were no guards to add to the difficulty of the challenge.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Valerios frowned, moving forth carefully.
He watched the sequence. "This is so... stereotypical" he watched the logs move "But deadly" he sighed. 5... so he'd have to move fast. Waiting and darting at the right time.
He began to count... . Taking in the time it would take to get across.
Finally... he began.
"4-3-2-1..." he jumped. "4-3-2-1" he jumped. "4-3-2-1" he jumped but a spike scratched his back a bit. Thank god for his armour.
He only just kept balance.
"4-3-2-1" and he jumped to the other side.
Seeing the 'sting' he felt on his back... there was little doubt that he'd been scratched a bit.
He moved forth to the next levels, taking the circular stairs to the next level.
Passing armours, decorations and torches, he passed through a beautiful room before entering a larger one... .
He looked around... .

 

[cassandra1]

Unlike the previous room, this one was filled with crashing sounds. The sounds of brick walls sliding in and out, as well as sections of the ceiling and floor dropping and rising, designed to crush anyone who stood in their way. The entire room was covered in a combination of crushing walls, ceilings and floors, effectively creating a small maze. At the opposite end of the room was the staircase to the next floor, but a row of fast moving walls in front of it would discourage a person from running straight towards it.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Valerios frowned "A maze" he said. Slowly he advanced. Moving forth, avoiding being crushed by a popping up wall.
It was hard as the route changed frequently. Luckily it was a localized maze nonetheless he frequently had to change routes, at times forced by the changing routes to end up at the beginning again. It took him ages to realize the pattern, observing it.
Finally he managed to wait near the end of the maze for the rotation to allow an entrance to appear through which he quickly ran. Behind him immediately the maze reformed... changing as it had before. He frowned. How much time had gone by?
He wondered on this as he continued to follow the route, moving up. Yet again he arrived at a floor. He sighed. "Let us see what this shall bring me" he opened the huge doors and looked inside... .

 

[cassandra1]

Right next to the doors where Valerios entered, there was a metal ladder leading up to a platform. A long rope is stretched from the top of this platform to another platform on the opposite end of the rectangular room, an obvious sign that it was meant to be climbed across.

A large group of lions and tigers roamed around the room, and most of them had already noticed Valerios. The only way to escape from them was to climb the ladder and use the rope. It would have to be done quickly, as there was no wall or pit separating the animals from their prey.