Ah ah aaah, no running!

M'neisa lay on her side, wincing in pain at graze along the ground. Her hands were bound in front of her, by a short chain between her enchanted bracers. She rolled onto her front and rose to her knees. Looking up she spotted the two pairs of hands hovering above her, the roe's were twisted oddly until she realised that it was folding its arms and the miqo's hands were shaking a claw tipped finger at her. They were making it clear she couldnt run far.

She shivered in fear, the past times she lost they had groped her and then dropped her to try again, what would they do this time? She sniffled. "Im sorry, i wont do it again, please just let me try again from the start, i wont run again!"

The miqo hand gave one last finger wag and gestured to her and the roegadyn hands. The roe hands reached for her bound wrists and siezed the chain between them, they pulled her up to her feet and held the chain above her head. Her tube top was still pulled down under her breasts which allowed the miqote hands to reach for her bare chest and begin groping and kneading the soft flesh. His claws dug in slightly and he took the time to pinch her nipples between the claws, drawing pained whimpers from her lips. The roegadyns spare hand came down to massage her ass, his massive hand able to completely encompass one cheek and squeeze.

M'neisa gasped at the attention, rolling her head back between her raised arms as the miqote hands explored every inch of her chest. The roe hand at her ass slipped up and wedged itself under the waistband of her shorts, groping her ass directly and running a thumb over the base of her tail. She shivered and moaned out before the miqote hands slid a thumb into her mouth and pressed her tongue flat. She began to drool around the digit and felt the other clawed hand slide down her belly. She bucked her hips back away from the clawed hand, but the giants hand held her fast and pushed her hips forward from inside her shorts.

The clawed hand slid down the front of her shorts on the outside, brushing over her covered mound and drawing a muffled gasp around the thumb in her mouth. It drew one claw up from the gap between her thighs to the buttons that held the shorts closed. It curled one claw around the top button and tugged sharply, slicing the button clean from her bottoms, and the waistband relaxed, allowing the roegadyn hand down the back of the shorts to push two fingers between her cheeks and under, rubbing her from the bottom up.

She squealed again and shuddered at the attention, bucking her hips forward to rub herself on the giants fingers. At last the hand travelled back under and out of her shorts, dragging its wet fingers along her on the way out. The giant hand holding her arms up by the chain tugged to draw her attention forward again. It brought the wet fingered hand around to her face and shook a finger at her again, before snapping its fingers, signalling the bracers to break the chain once more.

She dropped to her knees, one hand reaching down to dive into her shorts. The giant hand grasped her wrist again, pulling it from her shorts and pulling her to her feet. M'neisa noticed that the clawed hands seemed to have dissapeared and she had been returned to the first fight again. Her eyes stung with tears and her breath was a ragged pant. Looking at the empty space between the hands she gave a pleading look.

"I have to leave at some point! I have duties, and i have to be at the guild tomorrow morning!" She shouted at the invisible roegadyn, while tugging her tube top back into place. "I cant beat you now, these shorts will get in the way and im too tired after the battle earlier." She sank back to her knees and started to cry. She flinched as one hand cupped her chin and angled it up into the empty space where the spirits body should be. She saw its hands deliberately move to mimic one joining their wrists behind their back. She frowned, concerned at what it suggested but tried it. She groaned as she felt the chain of the bracers snap together again, binding her hands behind her.

To her surprise a large dark cloak materialised around her, hanging from her shoulders like a mantle, cinched closed at the front and reaching her mid thigh in length. The roe hands before her clapped but held up one finger, before dissapearing. She wondered for a moment if it was all over, however she jumped as she felt the familiar giant hands ghost over her belly under the cloak before both came up to grasp her chest, then she understood. She could keep her modesty, and be offered a stay from the trial, but she would pay for that time with her body.