Adventure: Bandit Fortress!

Christie shivered and pressed her backside against the cool wall, taking care to keep both hands firmly mashed over her exquisite breasts. A hint of dark blond hair still showed from between her thighs as she kept her legs crossed, looking more than a little awkward as she stood there.

"My, it is chilly. Say, perhaps I'll share some interesting information with you, good rogue, if you'll lend me something to keep warm?" She grinned sweetly at Velatha, teeth all pearly white.

"I'm not necessarily ready to give you all the... details of my relationship with Syndra, but I might be coerced."

"Eh, I'm not sure my clothes would fit you, Grey Witch." Velatha said, though she didn't mention that she didn't exactly want to deprive herself of the view. There was also the fact that handing over her top would leave her with only her bra above the waist. Still, that was more than Christie had.

After a moment of thought (influenced by that incredible smile of Christie's), Velatha huffed. "You're lucky you're hot..." the rogue said as she grasped the hem of her top, pulling the garment off and tossing it over to the naked blonde.

"And you're even luckier that I want to hear what you're willing to say." Velatha added, unbuckling and dropping her leather pants. Quickly stepping out of the armor, Velatha stripped off her black pants and passed them over. Once that was done, the rogue quickly pulled her leather pants back up. Her bra was now exposed, but at least she still had her leg armor.

"So there you go, a full outfit." Velatha said, giving Christie an expectant look.

((Just so we're clear, which articles did she give her? Also, I'll be busy tonight but should be able to post late later on or tomorrow, also a night))

((Velatha handed over the top and pants she wore under her armor, leaving her with her underwear and leather pants. Christie now has a full outfit.))

((In any case, we're another point for posting. Assuming Jamie accompanied Jacqueline, the two are in a hallway with three locked doors and an unknown room at the very end of the hallway.))

((Aye, sorry, wasn't sure if it was me that was holding up posts. I kinda assumed Velatha and Christie were gonna keep interacting simultaneous to the others exploring the fortress. I'll probably keep doing just that in no particular order...)

((It's a bit of a weird spot, I'll admit. With the group split and not exactly on a linear path, it can be hard to tell when there's a GM post and when it's appropriate to post again. I'll have to look into a way to make it an easier distinction to make.))

((Seeing how it's been a while without any activity from Big Mara, I'm going to go ahead and post now.))

Jacqueline walked down the corridor slowly and silently, most interested in the room at the end of the hall. Reaching said room, Jacqueline took a deep breath, and after checking to make sure her invisibility magic held, stepped inside.

((Right right. Fair enough. Also, sorry for the late reply, this weekend has been a busy one for me.))

The room at the end of the hall was fairly well lit past the bend. It didn't take more than a second for Jacqueline to deduce that the room was a dungeon, the walls lined with iron barred cells. Between the cells, pressed up against a wall, was a slightly raised platform with a table. Upon the table were a number of tools and toys meant for pleasure, and the musky scent hanging in the air suggested they saw frequent use.

Most of the cells were empty, their doors ajar and interiors quiet. However, the occupied cells were another story. A number of women, all stark naked whispered to each other, huddled up in small groups.

"I'm not going up on that stage again. I'm tired of humiliating myself for them!" one said.

"Rescue's gotta be coming. Right? I mean the city can't ignore bandits like this forever!" said another.

"City don't care about us. They won't do anything until we got some lordling's daughter locked up with us, and Cerise is too smart to do that." another chided.

The conversation seemed to follow similar tones in every group. It would appear Jacqueline had found the captives the bandits had been taking in their raids. Beyond that, it seemed that these captives were being used as free entertainment for the bandits, putting on "shows" on the makeshift stage.

Though it embarrassed her to be seen topless in front of so many people, even if they were naked, Jacqueline knew she had to help these people. Blushing and covering her large bust with both hands, the thief dropped her invisibility and addressed the captives, albeit somewhat shyly.

"Hello, I'm part of a group of heroines sent to deal with these bandits, and I suppose we're going to rescue you now. We've already dealt with Cerise and every other bandit we've found, so the coast should be clear for an escape. But, just to be sure, I suggest that you all follow me to the rest of group, and we figure out some sort of plan."

Assuming that the women would indeed follow her, Jacqueline planned to explain the situation to her acquaintances and persuade them to help her escort the captives back to the city.

The women seemed frightened, nervous, unsure of the truth in Jacqueline's words. Carefully, one of them stepped forward, a healthy figured young woman with her golden hair in a thick braid.

"We'll stay right here. We're good girls and would never think of running away from Cerise. You can tell her so!" the girl stated, her voice wavering. "We learned our lesson after the last test. We won't go anywhere!"

The other women nodded, seemingly under the same impressions as the one that had spoken. They huddled back from the cell doors, none of them wanting to show any urge or desire to escape. While they might have wanted to believe Jacqueline's words, they were too scared to simply accept them at face value.

Jacqueline was disappointed that the captives wouldn't follow her yet. She decided that she would just need to bring them proof of Cerise's downfall.

The thief walked back to the room in which the bandits were being held and tried to explain the situation to her comrades.

"So, I found the merchants these bandits have captured, but they won't leave until they're sure Cerise won't recapture them. I suggest we show these women that Cerise isn't an issue any more, and then we get out of here."

((I'm going to go ahead and wait a bit before posting here to give Mara and Cerin some time to contribute. Hope the delay isn't a problem.))

Christie had to uncover herself for what felt like a very long few seconds as she shimmied into the outfit Velatha lent to her. Surprisingly, everything managed to fit, although it took a bit of effort for her to squeeze the top down over her firm breasts and to tug up the pants over her round bottom. In the end it must've seemed like she was putting on a little show; at first she didn't think to turn away as she managed to get the top over her bouncing tits, but as soon as she did she turned and bent over to pull the pants up her long legs and wiggle her ass into them.

Turning with a blush on her face and that sheepish grin, she addressed Velatha. "Thanks... and the truth is, I really don't remember," the phrase was enigmatic, but she said it very evenly and meaningfully, as if to say 'that's all you get, and it should be enough.'

Before Velatha could say "thats it?!" Christie looked up as Jacqueline returned and beamed. She was more or less dressed now, and she immediately grinned at the thief's words.

"So, they're not convinced that we're here to help them..? They must be terrified, to not leap at the chance to escape. No doubt Cerise has been thoroughly... cruel to them. Sounds like this is our chance to exact a bit of adventurer-style justice," she said with a slow grin. Her eyes danced, almost wickedly. "My favorite kind of justice, really," she mused, walking over to Cerise and standing her up. Taking a moment to make sure her bonds were holding well, and briefly regarding the other brigands, she looked at her fellow adventurers.

"I don't know about you girls, but my mind is brimming with ideas," she chuckled, giving Cerise a single swat on the bum so hard that the clapping noise echoed throughout the halls. "Looks like you might need your little 'friend' there sooner than we thought," Christie taunted, gesturing to the phallic object they'd tossed to Cerise earlier. "Go on, pick it up, and let's go..." Christie began, well aware that Cerise had no hands available with which to pick it up.

((sorry about the delay, all, had a very busy weekend/Monday myself.))

While Velatha appreciated the little show Christie put on while squeezing herself into the elf's clothing, she was decidedly not pleased with Christie's answer.

"So Her Majesty is that forgettable, huh? Guess she's all show and no flavor." the rogue said, trying to mitigate her disappointment.

When Jacqueline and Jamie returned to explain the situation with the prisoners, Velatha adopted the same grin as Christie, nodding as the witch suggested they all had a few ideas of their own. She might have been out a story and had her bra on display, but she could take her mind off that with some good old fashioned karmic retribution.

Cerise, meanwhile, was shocked and indignant at Christie's order.

"You can't be serious! There's no way in hell I'm letting you parade me in front of my prisoners like this! Even more, one of YOU lot can pick that thing up and shove it up your own- AAAH!" Cerise shouted, cut off by a shriek of pain as Velatha gave one of the bandit leader's nipples a sharp pinch and tug.

"Keep talking like that and I'll do worse." the elf threatened.

Knowing she had no way to back up her threats, Cerise glowered and slowly fell to her knees. Displaying a decent amount of balance and core strength, the bandit leader bent forward and carefully closed her mouth around the toy, blushing in shame at the lewd nature of her display. With a firm grip on the phallic object, Cerise slowly rose back to her feet, cheeks red and eyes angry. She held the toy in her mouth sideways, much like one would a knife or a dog with a stick.

"I feel we just need to get the captives out of here, but I'm not opposed to having fun with Cerise. Oh, mon cher," Jacqueline's tone became more condescending as she regarded Cerise's grip. "It seems Mademoiselle has forgotten how to use this." The thief then walked over to Cerise and proceeded to orient the object into a, shall we say, more 'practical' position.

"Shall we be off, then?"