(Note - Some names further used for Black may not match those established later on by Venita down the line)
Shara would stand tauntingly over the prostrate form of Giselle. Smoky tendrils floating up to wrap around the defeated Rook's wrists, elbows, knees, and feet, fully restraining her. Whimpering loudly and gasping, Giselle could only groan, "Destroyed.. My ass." That cock that had split her round bum wide.
Sharla would gesture with her hand, "Silence ****." Another shadowy tendril would spike out, driving hard into Giselle's butt, splitting it wide while others would go out, turning into hands and moving to beat her ass over like a bongo drum.
The White Queen, powerful and protective of all the women the saintly, angelic woman would walk forwards. Translucent gown shimmering, almost see through as she would take steps along the board. "They will pay. They will not hurt any more of you." To the cheers of the King and a roar of the rest of the women on the White Side.
And to the jaunting howls over of the Slavers across the board heckling her back and crying out as to what they would do to her and every woman.
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