Onward to the final event

"Very good, very good" the sound of a confident masculine voice echoed through the dungeon, freeing it of a silence that had been rather strange after the rampant sounds of fucking just minutes before. The Bravos were in various states of disarray, bodies and minds exhausted and abused. They had already endured far too much...

"I'm glad you gentlemen were careful with the merchandise. It would have been unfortunate if any of them were broken already." The agents that lingered near the cages fell backwards, adjusting clothing and righting themselves. Robin recognized the voice of the man well enough. It was Lord Highwater, a monster of a man and her target in coming here tonight. And yet... somehow she couldn't manage to muster any anger toward him.

"Truthfully, it's almost disappointing how trivial it was to stop you all." Lord Highwater finally stepped into view, a man of average height, but with a harsh demeanor and confidence to his presence that more than made up for it. Still swathed in the shadows of the dungeon's weak lighting, he loomed over Fuu his eyes finding hers with a cold, cruel confidence that promised to never offer mercy. "Most assassins at least bother to come armed." his mouth twisted in wicked jest.

From her place on the ground, Fuu tried to stare up at him and meet his gaze. A pause hung in the air while she strained against her own soreness and exhaustion, fighting just to give him some small flicked of doubt. But... she just couldn't. Everything was too much, the demons ravaging her and then the agents again afterwords... Fuu's head rolled over, cheek resting on the cold stone floor.

Lord Highwater, Spymaster of Lady Dieudonne's manor, and perpetrator of countless crimes turned his head and shrugged. "No matter. The Lady could always do with some more entertainment, especially on a night like tonight." Highwater clasped his hands behind his back as he strode off back into the shadows from whence he had come. "Pretty them up. And make sure they're lively for my Lady's guests."

The sound of metal clicking against metal followed, as guards turned keys in the cell doors and flooded into them. Rough hands gripped each of the Bravos and Robin pulling them upright to be readied for their next ordeal.

A mage stepped toward Emmaline, his hands glowing softly as cleaning and rejuvenating magic washed over her. She found she could think clearly again just in time to find a man slipping sparse clothing onto her, a dancers outfit of the most risque variety with only tassels to cover her nipples and fully exposed underwear that was nearly as see-through as glass, complete with a tiny tiara top her head. Emmaline struggled to move as the mage produced a quill of some enchanted variety and began to write just below her collarbone. She looked down to see the words "Beaumanoire Whore" written across her chest.

Nearby, Robin was swarmed as well, she was likewise cleaned up before a rabbit mask was **** onto her head. Several men pinned her to the ground while one came up to spread her cheeks wide and **** a butt-plug into her ass, leaving her with a small, fluffy tail. Her legs were tied together with copious amounts of chain and her arms were bound behind her back as well.

The rest of the Bravos weren't granted quite as much special treatment, merely cleaned up and restored to some decent level of health so that they would be fully aware and responsive through their oncoming torment. Fuu was affixed with an open-mouth gag to stop her from speaking, and the lot of them were blindfolded to finish it off. In the new total darkness, each of them could feel careful hands rubbing some sort of paste against their bodies, around their nipples and outer folds, especially.

As they were lifted and carried out of their cells, the paste began to take effect. The women's restored minds were torn out of focus once more as an aphrodisiac powerful enough to be highly illegal in most of the civilized world surged through them. They passed out of the dungeons and back into the castle proper, writhing in helpless arousal as they awaited their fate.