Norrathian Erotica part 3

[Nexii]

Episode 22: Retribution

"Tell me, what is pleasure without pain?" Nexii asked. She traced her fingers up Sirken's toned chest and back down. She could feel his apprehension from each flinch. His anticipation by the look in his eyes. Most of all she could feel his heart thumping through her fingertips. It pleased her to know that her threat of reprisal was being taken seriously.

"And what is vengeance without cause?" Sirken dared, his own hands twitching on the spidersilk sheets. It was his half-hearted protest against her promise. While his mind was telling him to beware, he couldn't deny that his body wanted to give in to her games. Although the risk was great he felt the rewards of playing along were usually greater. So for the moment he figured it best to play along.

"Oh, so you think you're innocent? No one is, not even me." Nexii crawled in ever closer on the bed. She exhaled hot air on his neck while interlocking her fingers with his. "I'm sure you've committed some sins I can coax out. With the proper encouragement..." Nexii whispered sweetly in his ear, the opposite of her true intentions.

"The date was good wasn't it? Mostly good?" Sirken argued for leniency, like so many players tended to after receiving a suspension.

"Shhh. Up on the cross, xi'hum." Her lips met his forehead while her breasts pressed up against his chest. She then turned her knight about and shackled him facing the cross by means of four attached leather cuffs. "I'll be right back." She whispered into his ear, while holding her body against his backside. Her fingers traced down, and then away. She then sneakily sauntered over to Sirken's belongings.

"Hey! That stuff's GM only! You can't...!"

But the cleric had already found it. The transponder which could teleport her to any place in Norrath. Oh, to not have to beg guild porters or even worse, those grubby <Dial a Port> commoners!

"GM Island." Nexii said, pressing the emerald amulet and which took her there in a brilliant flash.

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Five minutes later, Nexii re-appeared.

"Told you I wouldn't be long. We're going to do a little roleplay..." She grinned. In her hand she now possessed a whip, which she cracked in the air.

Sirken could see enough of what she had out of the corner of his eye behind him. His spine felt cold as a chill ran up and down it. "No, you couldn't have stolen..that thing."

"Mhmm. It's Daddy Rogean's disruptor bull whip." She admired the craftwork that Nilbog had put into it. The handle and wrist loop was of fine black leather, but this wasn't what stood out. It was the glowing green Matrix code which flowed all the way from the thong to the fall of the long whip. An ominous tendril which could easily sear through GM invulnerability.

"But...but!"

"Quiet, worm! I'm your Daddy now!" Nexii lashed out, and cracked the whip right against Sirkens ass.

"Ahhhhh!" He yelled out, the whip causing more pain than actual damage. But definitely intense pain as his limbs tensed up.

"Say it!" Again she lashed out, this time getting his other ass cheek with all of it.

"Ahhhhh! Stop Daddy Rogean! I'll be a good boy." Sirken relented. He breathed in and out hard, for the whip really was something else.

"You WILL answer every petition. You WILL serve because you need to submit!" Nexii cackled, and brought the whip down from above across Sirken's back. A doleful shriek was heard in response. She then draped it across his shoulders, which caused him to shake and drool. Even the mere touch of the chaotic code seemed to cause untold agony.

"I'm...I'm sorry I disappointed you Daddy. I won't ask for any more raid rotations!" Sirken wailed. His eyes were streaked with watery tears, and his body twitching from the suffering.

"AHA!" Nexii jumped up in glee at the revelation. "There we have it, you gave in much too easily. This is exactly why we don't have nice little raiding guilds like <Rustle> or <Core> any longer. <Venerate>, <Divinity>, <Anonymous>, <Infernus>!" She spat on his neck, feeling a bit of disdain at his weakness. Would it have been so hard for him to press the issue?

"N...nice?" Sirken deliriously questioned. Even in his pussy-whipped state the concept of niceness was lost on him. It just wasn't something a follower of Innoruuk was to understand.

"Fair enough. We are meant to suffer and hate aren't we? Together, in some sick way?" Nexii put the whip down. It seemed pointless to continue the torture. For a moment she felt it was pointless to continue at all, but a dark part of her loved all of this. The pain, the pleasure, the rush of victory and the agony of crushing defeat.

She unshackled the GM and laid him out on his back on her bed. This time she took a drink of Neriak Red for herself.