The Thrall (Part 2)

Vex arched her back as she clenched around her Master's thick cock. Feeling his eyes burning into her, she lifted herself up and slowly brought herself back down, savoring every inch. "Fuck, Master," she gasped. "I can't believe how good you feel."

Her Mistress laughed from behind her. "A good little cocksucker and a good little whore, too. Thank you, Percival. You really were too kind."

Vex glanced over her shoulder and watched the chained figure struggle vainly at his bonds, glaring at her Mistress. She merely chuckled and finished loosening her dress, before slipping out of it. Naked, she stuck a foot into the chained figure's lap and grinned. "Hard, are we? Tut tut, what a depraved boy you are. Whatever would your father think?"

Her Master's voice cracked like a whip against Vex's mind. "Look at me!"

She obeyed, the chained figure forgotten in an instant. Gazing down into her Master's crimson eyes, she continued to slowly ride his cock as pleasure seeped through her bloodstream. It felt like she was floating, sinking deeper and deeper into those eyes until they were all she could see.

"Faster."

"Yes, Master," Vex gasped as she began to bounce on him. His eyelids fluttered, and she glowed with pride at the thought that she was bringing her Master pleasure. "Do you like my tight body, Master?" she moaned, bringing his hands to her tits. "Do you like how I feel, clenching around your cock? I want to make you feel good, Master."

"Then you should really stop talking and focus on fucking, my dear," said the honeyed voice of her Mistress. Vex felt delicate hands brush a few stray locks of hair behind her ear.

"Agreed. Faster," her Master commanded again.

"Yes, Master," Vex panted. Placing her hands on his chest, she started driving her hips down at a rate that drove the breath from her lungs. Her Master sighed with pleasure, and his fingers dug into the perky flesh of her breasts. Sweat began to coat her body, plastering her raven hair to her head and making her skin glisten in the light of the chandelier. As she rode him, her Mistress traced her finger up his pale chest before straddling it, facing Vex.

"Hm ... You are very pretty," Delilah said as she leaned forward and began stroking Vex's sweat-glossed thighs. Lingering close, she planted a light, chaste kiss on her lips and pulled back with a smirk. Then, watching the half-elf intently, she took hold of her hand and guided it to the apex of her legs.

Vex felt a slick wetness coat her fingertips. Still pounding herself onto her Master's cool shaft, she gently explored her Mistress's wet folds. She moaned, and Vex felt a hand tangle itself in her hair before pulling her into another kiss, deeper and hungrier than the last. She slowed atop his cock to reciprocate by parting her lips and extending her tongue. As they kissed, she slid a single finger into her wetness and felt Delilah moan and press against her.

"Faster," came the frustrated grunt of her Master, and Vex felt his claws dig into the soft flesh of her ass. They pierced her skin, and pain shot through her and -

Vex felt as though she had stood up from a hot bath into a chill wind. The comforting fog that had filled her mind, unnoticed until now, was stripped away. She could think clearly again.

She knew who she was: Vex'halia, sister of Vax'ildan and member of Vox Machina. She knew who the white-haired prisoner was: Percival De Rollo, the heir to Whitestone, where he was currently being held captive. And she knew who his captors were: Sylas and Delilah Briarwood, who she was currently riding the cock of and fingering, respectively.

Vex fought the urge to gag. She knew she only had one chance. Whatever Sylas had done to her, he could do it again, and then she would be useless to her friends. But only if she was discovered. If she pretended that she was still a **** to his will, maybe there would be an opening ...

"Yes, Master," Vex panted between making out with Delilah. Hoping her hesitation would be mistaken for teasing, she started to slowly slide her finger in and out of her pussy.

And as she did so, she resumed riding Sylas as hard as she could. His cool cock, which had felt like heaven itself mere moments ago, suddenly felt uncomfortable inside her. It was too big, driving the breath from her lungs and making her face turn red, and the strange coldness made her skin crawl. Nonetheless, she **** herself down on it over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the stone walls.

Delilah's hand slid around to the back of her neck and guided her to her lips. Vex moaned into the kiss, hoping it was convincing, as she slid another finger inside her pussy. "Mm," Delilah hummed, breaking the kiss and pulling Vex downwards. Taking the hint, Vex trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, before beginning to lightly suck her pert nipples. "That's it, whore," she whispered softly. "That's it."

Just wait, bitch, Vex thought as anger swelled in her stomach. Still, she took a nipple between her teeth and gently teased it, and Delilah gasped in appreciation and pulled her closer. Her tight, wet walls clenched around Vex's fingers. At the same time, Vex felt one of Sylas's hands leave her ass and instead begin to massage his wife's free breast, eliciting a moan.

Vex lost track of time. Her entire focus was on servicing the Briarwoods and keeping herself from crying out in rage. Her legs burned from the rapid pace, but she **** herself to keep going as sweat began to run down her body in rivulets. The stench of sex filled her nostrils. Finally, Delilah's sickly sweet voice broke the silence.

"Darling? I want her between my legs." Gripping Vex's wrist, she raised herself off her fingers with a wet schlick.

"Stop," Sylas commanded. His voice no longer bit into her mind, and by contrast sounded strangely weak now. Vex almost didn't react, but quickly caught herself and slowed atop his cock, grateful for the reprieve. Her legs ached.

Without a word, Sylas lifted her up and set her down on the stone floor, before switching positions with his wife so that Delilah was propped up against the armrest with her legs spread wide. Obediently, Vex crawled towards her and stroked her captor's thighs. Meanwhile, she felt Sylas's cold hands grasp her hips as he lined himself up again. His cool head pressed against her entrance. Vex trembled, waiting for him to thrust into her again.

"Get to work," Sylas commanded. A sharp smack on Vex's ass emphasised his point.

Skin crawling with disgust, Vex stretched out her tongue and licked at the wet folds of Delilah Briarwood. The taste was not entirely unpleasant, but the act itself made Vex want to gag. Keep your enemies closer definitely did not mean this close. Instead, she **** herself to press her face deep into her captor's pussy and work her tongue for all it was worth.

"Mmm, gods she's good," Delilah gasped, clenching her thighs around Vex's head. Vex moaned in response and hoped it was convincing. "And she likes it," Delilah laughed. "I think your would-be paramour might be dining at another table, Percival."

"You enjoy torturing him," Sylas smirked. Seemingly as an afterthought, he pushed his hips forward, and Vex moaned as gratefully as she could as he entered her yet again.

"Mmhmm, of course I do dear!" Delilah had a wild look in her eyes. "Look at his face, it's like his heart is being ripped out!" She ran her fingers through Vex's sweaty hair and held her closer. "It's delicious."

The thought of Percy watching her be used like this made her hands itch for her bow. Gods, what wouldn't I give to strangle you right now, Vex thought. All she could do, though, was to continue to service the bitch while her husband pounded her from behind like an animal. Or a whore.

She had to wait for the right opportunity.

The minutes passed agonizingly slowly, marked only by the occasional slap of Sylas's hand on her ass. Her tongue was sore, her pussy more so, and soon her moans became real as the aches caught up to her. Finally though, Delilah arched her back and tensed, her hands grasping Vex's head to her.

"Fuck, darling, I'm close," she moaned. "Fuck her, darling! I want us to come together."

Sylas's thrusts became harder, faster, and Vex cried out as his cock began to reach parts of her pussy that hadn't been touched in years. It took all her strength to keep her tongue working away at Delilah's folds. A sharp crack on her ass made her quiver.

"Come," Sylas commanded.

Panic swirled in her stomach. She was nowhere near orgasm - and she hadn't been since she had awoken from whatever trance he had put her in. Still, it wouldn't be the first time she faked an orgasm; just the most important.

"Yes, Master," she cried out between lapping at Delilah's pussy. She pretended to tremble and quiver, twitching her legs and pushing her hips back to take all of his cock. That alone wouldn't sell it, though. She clenched her pussy erratically, doing her level best to simulate what it felt like when she came. Her walls clamped down on his cock, and she heard him groan.

"Mm ... So tight," he grunted, grasping her hips and pounding her haphazardly. His cock buried itself over and over inside her, knocking the breath from her lungs.

Nonetheless, she kept to her task. Her tongue ached as she frantically swirled it around Delilah's clit. Just come already, bitch, she cursed. The nightmare was almost over, if only she could make her -

"Fuck, yesss," Delilah hissed, her legs twitching as she grabbed the back of Vex's head and kept her clamped in place like a vice. She fought not to gag. "I'm coming!"

At the same moment, Sylas pulled out of her pussy, and Vex inwardly sighed with relief. A moment later, cool drops of liquid landed on her back as he groaned.

Delilah giggled. The sound sounded eerie in the vast stone hall. "Did you enjoy our new pet, darling?"

Vex jerked as a hand smacked her ass. "Did you?" Sylas replied.

Delilah nodded, a satisfied smile spreading over her face. "Come here, darling." She opened her arms invitingly to her husband.

"Move," he commanded. Vex scrambled off the chaise longue at once. "Keep watch while we sleep."

Vex's heart leapt, a glimmer of hope sparking in her chest. "Yes, Master."

Sylas nodded, and pulled a blanket from under the chair, then swept it over them. There was an agonising wait as they shuffled and fidgeted, until finally, the sounds of heavy breathing began to fill the chamber.

Vex didn't dare move, still naked in the vast stone hall. Not until she was certain.

Delilah began to snore, and the intermingling of her snores with Sylas's heavy rumbling reverberated off the walls. Vex waited. And waited.

At least an hour had passed by the time Vex finally dared to move. She looked at Percy, chained to the wall. His head was on his chest, his mouth gritted tight even in sleep. She crept over and lifted his head gently. Behind his glasses, his eyes flashed with a cold fire, expecting some new torment.

"It's okay, darling," she whispered. Percy narrowed his eyes, then she saw relief blossom in his pupils. She gave him a smile, then crept over to the pile of trinkets next to the throne and pulled out an earring.

"Vax?" she whispered into the earring. "Jenga."