Trouble in Enferia's Prison

((This thread consists of an alternate timeline in which various characters are imprisoned and fitted with collars that make them unable to use their abilities. It's just Phantompen and I for now, but I see no reason why others couldn't join in. Ideally this is a big open-format type of role play in which whoever wants to have various storylines going on in the prison are welcome to do so. Holler if you have any ideas or questions for various humiliating scenarios...))

The light was dim and the air was damp in a singular two-bunk cell in the Enferia prison.  Notorious for its ability to hold dangerous criminals and magic users, very few people have confirmedly escaped from its labyrinthine dungeons.

Raine’s cell door clanged open suddenly and unceremoniously.  A pair of visored guards shoved her new cellmate into the room with her.  The dim torchlight, and her disheveled appearance couldn’t disguise her identity – Raine’s new cellmate was none other than the Grey Witch, Christie.

As the witch stood there on weak, wobbly legs in her sackcloth garment, Raine couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if they’d paired up any sooner.  Seeing the thick collar on Christie’s neck helped her to remember the extent of her own predicament.  She touched the uncomfortable binding on her neck.  As long as it was there, magic would be impossible.

Christie held out her hands for the guards to undo her manacles, and sat down tenderly on the cot, as if sore.  Eventually, she turned her face, frazzled hair all about her head, to regard Raine with a faint look of disbelief.

“Count yourselves lucky the rougher prisoner’s cells were full,” said one of the guards in a quiet, dangerous voice.  “Don’t get too comfortable here.”  The guards closed the cell door ominously and walked off.

“They got you as well, eh?” Christie said in a tired voice as she glanced at the sorceress.  “Almost makes me feel better about this whole mess,” she said with a smirk as she went to lay down.  Raine empathized as she watched the witch unconsciously tug at the ridiculous prison uniform – an itchy dull brown sack, effectively, with holes cut into it for sleeves.  Hadn’t she seen some prisoners with better clothing on the way through here?  She had a lot to learn about how this strange, nightmarish place really worked, although she suspected she wouldn’t like it…

"Got me? Nah, I'm here on vacation. Isn't it lovely?" Raine replied, snarky. "All the dingy oppression a girl could ask for."

She laid back on her own cot, a threadbare excuse for padding, and let out a weak chuckle. "No idea what law I even allegedly broke. How about you? Looks like the guards gave you the works."

Whatever Christie's response was, Raine nodded along. "Not a lot either of us can do about the situation. Not with these things on us. But it's not the loss of my magic I'm worried about. I heard some whispers when I was being led to the cell. You probably heard them too. Something about taking the 'new meat' to 'pay respects to the Queen.' And I don't think they meant Syndra. What about you?"

"I got a lovely welcoming party, yes," Christie said, shifting uncomfortably. "A lot of the guards were really just... overwhelmed to meet someone as famous as I, apparently. I imagine I'm going to get a lot of that down here..."

"The Queen you say?" Christie sat up slowly, running fingers through her hair. "Well, I'll need to be a presentable piece of meat if I'm to meet this Queen," she said with dry sarcasm. "Maybe it is the loss of magic we should be worried about. I've noticed I'm not exactly as... physically strong as I should be, down here... now that I've got this collar on."

The witch held up a bicep for emphasis and flexed it. She had a bit of tone and athleticism, to be sure. But Raine had heard of and perhaps seen her do some physical things a regular human wouldn't be able to do.

"Maybe we should just play nice...?" she half-mused, half-offered. "I, ah... was tricked. Syndra's personal assassin, she... well, she seduced me, frankly."

Christie rolled her eyes and sighed. "It's not much a story I feel like recounting at present. Suffice to say she put something in a drink of mine, and when I finally woke up it was too late. As for the crime there's any number of reasons why Syndra would've finally gone to such lengths to capture me. I guess we won't be fighting in the arena for our freedom, if they've thrown us all the way down here..."

Raine simply nodded along to Christie's explanations and thoughts. "Yeah. Guess the specifics really don't matter, huh? We're down here now, and whatever comes our way, well... we'll have to endure."

"At the very least we should try not to make any waves at first. Not until we get a better idea of how things work down here. Ways we might be able to get ahead, maybe even get some power of our own."

The duo were snapped out of their thoughts and conversation as the bars of their cell rattled. A guard, flanked by two prisoners, approached the cell door with a heavy ring of keys.

"Hey, newbies." said one prisoner, a dwarf with broad features and thick brown hair. "The Queen wants to see you. You should be honored, being taken before her so soon after your arrival. She must've taken a special interest."

"We're your escort. To make sure neither of you try backing out and hiding." said the other, a half-elf with the toned body of a professional athlete and white hair.

The guard stayed silent, merely opening the cell door and motioning for the pair inside to exit. It didn't seem as if they had much choice...

Christie gave Raine the briefest of uncertain looks, rolled her eyes at the requests as if she had a mind to tell them off, then put on a submissive look as she stood up.

"We are definitely honored," she said as evenly as she could, folding her arms. The pair of fellow prisoners approached the pair of them, taking each by the bicep and guiding them out of the cell. Christie gave Raine a disapproving look when no one could see their faces. The guard remained eerily silent.

The half-elf whistled. "I think the Queen is gonna like these two," she mused, tracing a finger across Christie's lips. The witch cringed reflexively. The dwarf took this cue to check out Raine's posterior, lifting the back of her hempen garment to look at her buttocks as she walked.

Wonderful, Christie thought as their escorts leered at them.

Raine could only blush and bite her tongue when she felt the back of her scant prison outfit lifted up by the dwarf. Suddenly self-conscious, she attempted to adjust her walking posture to keep her backside as modest as possible. All this earned her was a swift swat on the rear from the dwarf admiring her.

"Hey, no silly walks! Act normal, or I'll make sure the Queen knows you think you're clever." the dwarf threatened, prompting Raine to slip back into her normal gait.

The sorceress was painfully aware of the way her buttocks clenched and eased with every step, and she couldn't help letting out a small yelp of surprise when she felt the dwarf's strong fingers grasp one of her cheeks and ease it aside. Her "escort" was treating herself to a full view of one of Raine's most intimate spots, and the sorceress was effectively powerless to do anything!

Christie, meanwhile, was subjected to more tame touching. The half-elf seemed enamored with the witch's full lips, teasing them with her finger, occasionally slipping it between Christie's lips to enjoy a short moment of wet warmth.

The walk couldn't have taken more than a few minutes, but felt like an eternity before the duo were brought into the general populace room. There, sitting at the head of a long table, was what could only be the Queen. A powerfully built half-orc, with skin like beaten bronze and a long, braided ponytail, sat relaxed in a seat that looked like it once belonged to a relatively nice home. She was flanked on either side by other prisoners, the ones nearest her reclining on the floor beside her. Behind her seat stood a tall, bookish woman, who bent over to whisper in the Queen's ear as the pair was brought closer.

Waving off her advisor, the Queen stood.
"Well, look what we have here. The Grey Witch herself, and the Firecrotch Sorceress that butts heads with her in the arena." the Queen laughed, sending a ripple of laughter through the gathered crowd. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Wouldn't you say, Witch? Not so high and mighty now, down here in the dirt and grime with the rest of us."

Christie licked her lips clean of the taste of the half-elf's finger as they were ushered into the 'throne room' of the prison. Her heart jumped a little bit when she beheld the Queen. Ordinarily she wouldn't have been much intimidated by such circumstances. She uncomfortably tugged on her collar as she remembered her limitations...

"Greetings, Queen," Christie said, a touch awkwardly, with the best grin she could muster. "I am, ah... humbled by this occasion, sure," she said, meeting with some additional chuckles. "But I understand it's an honor to be in your presence. There's a lot I could offer you, once I get out of here. I'm sure most people would offer you money, or something like that. Needless to say, I can offer much more than money..." as Christie did her best to parley, she shot Raine a look as if to say 'it's worth a shot.'

"You sure can offer a lot more than money," the Queen began. "And I'm glad you know your place. Do you have any of that money with you right now?"

Christie's face darkened a bit, but she remained stoically silent.

"Some magic perhaps? Can you offer any of that?" the Queen continued.

"Well... perhaps. I mean... it would be quite worth it when we get out..." she began, tripping over her words and swallowing once to steady herself. The witch was terribly out of sorts without her magic, and she shut her eyes with dizziness for just a second.

The Queen sat back down, sighing and shaking her head as she made herself comfortable.

"You keep talking about what you can do when you get out. The future. A big, fat, maybe. That's not how things work down here, Witch. No, your offers for the future will be kept in mind, but what you should be doing is thinking of what you can do in the present. What you can offer while you're here. Because that? That's certainty. We can make sure you actually honor your word for that stuff."

The Queen looked past Christie and Raine and gave a nod. Four prisoners, two for each woman, stepped up behind each and grabbed their flimsy prison garb. The cheap fabric gave way easily under the pressure of four hands pulling in opposing directions, and the sound of tearing fabric preceded Christie and Raine standing completely naked before the Queen and her "court."

A new wave of laughter erupted throughout the room, this one more perverse than amused. The Queen licked her lips and leered at both women unashamed. Her smile was wide and menacing, filling both women with a growing sense of dread as it sank in how absolute this woman's control of the situation was. The Queen simply lifted a hand and the laughter died off.

"Very nice. Very, very nice." she purred. "I wouldn't mind accepting tribute from either of you. In fact..."

The Queen lifted her hips off her throne and grabbed the waist of her pants. A swift, strong motion put the garment down around her ankles, exposing her glistening sex, crowned by a thick bush of black hair. "Both of you get over here. Offer tribute to your new Queen."

If there was any hesitation shown by either woman, the Queen would frown, snarling. "If you're too good for such a thing, I can always just pick one. And let the other entertain the rest of the room."

The Grey Witch blanched a bit, and her head dropped slightly as the Queen gave her response. She wasn’t that surprised. Her heart raced a bit more though.

Her eyes darted from left to right as the other prisoners approached her. She cringed and drew her arms up as they set upon her garb, unceremoniously ripping it apart and leaving her utterly naked. Her arms crossed over her tits for the briefest of moments before dropping them to her sides resignedly, revealing her pert mounds and stiffening nipples. The witch did her best to look unflustered by her exposed bush or bare breasts, standing tall and affecting an expressionless face. The laughter rang in her ears and her face flushed red. She took a breath and fantasized about what she’d do to them all if she had her magic...

Christie’s heart jumped again as the Queen pulled her pants down. She found herself staring at her sex immediately, on display as it was. A glance around the room confirmed that she didn’t want to ‘pay homage’ to all of them, so she glanced at Raine once with sympathy in her eyes. She wanted to grab her hand reassuringly, tell her they’d get through it without much hassle... All she could give her was a subtle nod before she strode up to the orc woman confidently.

Christie stood in front of her for a moment with her hand on her cocked hip. She looked down, looking stony despite the running rabbit in her chest. The witch really had no power here. She swallowed once and lowered herself to one knee. Gesturing and waiting for Raine to come kneel next to her, Christie licked her lips once and placed a hand on the Queen’s thigh. Her back arched and the crowd was treated to a view of her round bottom sticking out as the Grey Witch buries her face in the Queen’s crotch. Her breath was hot and shallow as it wafted against her sex, and with eyes closed Christie dragged her tongue slowly up along her outer lips. Those thick pubes tickled her face as she took in her scent, timidly at first, before diving in fully to the dominant woman before her. Her writhing pink muscle snaked around inside of her, flicking up to caress and tease her clit between clapping her plump lips around the whole area and suckling gently. Slurping loudly (and lewdly), Christie pulled her face away with a wet ‘pop’ as her mouth disconnected from the Queen’s slit. She wiped her chin and brushed back some hair from in front of Raine’s lovely face as if to say “your turn, luv”.

"Mmmh, isn't this a sight, girls? The high and mighty Grey Witch, learning her place." the Queen jeered. Once more, the assembled crowd laughed, undercut somewhat by the pleased noises the Queen allowed herself to let out.

The powerful half-orc sighed when Christie pulled back, nodding to the redheaded sorceress. "Right, your turn, firecrotch. Let me see how you compare."

Raine approached the Queen's naked hips with more hesitation than Christie had initially shown, which only served to earn her a hand on the back of her head shoving her face into the Queen's snatch. A muffle yelp of surprise could be heard from between the Queen's powerful thighs before quickly being replaced by the lewd squelching sounds of Raine's tongue getting to work.

"Hm, the timid type are always fun." the Queen commented. "And typically so much more eager than they try to let on. Ngh, yeah, she's good..."

The Queen roughly yanked Raine's head back. The sorceress gasped for air, her face coated in the half-orcs arousal.

"There we go. Now at least you both look like you should." the Queen said. "Thing is... I can't tell which is better. I think I'll have you both at once. Get inventive, hm?"

Ahh... Christie sighed inwardly, doing her best to remain expressionless for the moment. A small, concerned glance at Raine crossed her features. Squashing it quickly, she turned a sultry grin and bedroom eyes up at the Queen as she rested a hand on her thigh. Her other hand rested on the back of Raine's neck, and she pulled the redheaded sorceress in for a sudden, firm kiss.

Raine felt Christie's tongue more resting at the entrance of her mouth, moving dispassionately. When she licked and sucked on the sorceress' lips, she did so more vigorously, making audible slurping noises and giving another eager grin towards their new 'Queen.' She let out a low moan as she ran her tongue up Raine's cheek, where the half-orc's juices still sat. Her breath came out as a quiet whisper in Raine's ear.

"They want a show..." she breathed along her neck while she pretended to nuzzle her. She continued, quietly muttering something like "...get it over with."

"Like this, my Queen?" she asked, aloud now, before gripping the back of Raine's head and pressing both of their faces, side by side, against the half-orc's crotch. With their lovely faces wedged between her firm legs, the Queen was forced to lift up one of her legs below the knee, letting her muscular ass hang off of her chair a little. Christie and Raine's tongue's met in the slick folds of the Queen's cunt, coating each other in saliva and additional fluids.

"Not bad," the Queen muttered gruffly, her eyelids getting heavy for a moment. "Still not sure who's face I like mashed up against my pussy more, though..."

A hand much bigger and stronger than Christie's replaced hers on the back of Raine's head, as the Queen guided her face firmly against her mound. She rubbed the redhead's face up and along her slit, slowly, until her thick dark pubes ground against her face. Just before the sorceress ran out of breath, she flicked her tongue wildly and was released by the Queen. She gasped and sputtered for breath, and heard the inmates around them all laughing and cheering, some expressing excitement over their potential 'turns'. As Raine was blinking and catching her breath, she saw Christie cringe as was pulled in for similar treatment. The witch's face darkened red as it disappeared into the half-orc's pussy lips and bush. Finally, Christie was released with a gasp.

The Queen sat with her thighs still spread, perhaps having reached some level of satisfaction. Christie blinked and gave Raine an uncertain look, and briefly glanced at the others who seemed to have inched closer.

"They seem a bit hot. Cool 'em off."

Christie cringed again when she saw someone with a bucket hoist it up. Prisoners at the ready with old wooden buckets of cold, questionable content splashed the two simultaneously from a few different angles. The breath left their lungs from the momentary shock as the mop water dribbled down and marred their picturesque curves. Their hair was sodden and hanging about their faces, and laughter rung in their ears.

"Better?" the Queen taunted, quirking a brow. "Nah, you still look all worked up from licking my pussy. Why don't you show them all how worked up you are, little bitches..? Get on all fours and raise those asses up..."

Christie's face indeed still burned red, her full lips pressed into an angry pout. She shivered and did her best to shake a bit of the dirty water off as she trembled down onto all fours. On her hands and knees, her thick curls dripping and plastered to her face, she looked at the Queen and waited.

"She said raise those ASSES!" one of the Queen's minions barked, stepping over sharply. The white-haired half-elf snatched a handful of Christie's hair and shoved her face down to the floor, forcing her to arch her back and drawing a single surprised cry from the witch. Christie suppressed her own whimpers, biting her lip as her cheek pushed against the stone. She was painfully aware that her toned thighs were spread enough to show off her pussy lips. As if reading Christie's mind, the half-elf snaked her free hand down Christie's crevice, teasing her peeking asshole, to slip two fingers inside of her. Making a slow 'V' with those fingers, the half-elf spread the Grey Witch's pink lips apart.

As Raine was about to get to her knees, the dwarf muttered to her in the din of jeers and laughter:

"You'd better just get down there and spread yourself open, missy, unless you want the same treatment..."