Open Chronicles The Punishment Game

[Everleigh Ebersol]

“You know, Drastus,” Everleigh said, with a small frown, “You win this game, I’ll have Proctor Vernon unable to shit for a month. It’ll count for your favor though.” She did give the young man a small pat on the back, one of solidarity if anything.

Everleigh glanced at Kristen Pirian as she made the comment about her possibly having a thing for feet. Everleigh thought about it, there was a lot of feet stuff, but she couldn’t say she really got much enjoyment from actually seeing the punishments enacted. If anything, she got more enjoyment seeing people being repulsed by it and yet doing it anyway.

Everleigh couldn’t help but blush at the comment about her hair. She even looked down and didn’t even think about hitting Ella— even though it would have been fun to do so.

“DRASTUS: 14, LIZA: 13, KRISTEN: 13, ZAEL: 9.5, KALIX: 9.5, ELLA: 13.5, DELANEY 10. We’re about halfway done with this game, but Drastus, you’re in the lead right now.” Everleigh said with a smile. This was when the game was going to get really good.

Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir Kalix Eleanor Delaney Lennox

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Roll: 1 Points: 14/18

Well damn, Drastus ranked higher than the other guys in terms of feet smellyness. He wasn't too stunned about that, he smelled goddamn delicious.

Then he felt a sudden shift in temperature as his glove flicked free and he was exposed. Ella loved his third leg and he couldn't blame her either. He had zero doubts in his mind it was because he had the trifecta of exotica about it: hung low, it was pierced, and and it was tattooed to resemble an elephant. Bets were a bitch. And shiny metal and detailed ink it was now in the open. He didn't even move to cover it. He almost forgot to speak in Rupert puppet. Almost. "Hey Evie, if we approve, are we allowed to hit her with the part she mentioned?" He asked, grinning over at Ella.

Oh and a half nekkid Delaney got chased by a Proctor. Or so he heard, he didn't follow for that one. That hand lifted to talk in Rupert cosplahy once more. "Ooh, I already have the favor because it's going to stir a pot. Or several." He laughed.

His turn. He took the dice and rolled: 1. He loved raw onions... diced.. and he already drank raw eggs. Easy peasy. He would first take the onion and chew on it like an apple. It was slower than he liked, but he would chase each bite with a pull from his flask. Once he swallowed the last bit of onion he would take the egg and crack it on Ruperts skull before lifting it up over his mouth and opening it with one hand. Egg slurped down through the chute and he swallowed it before taking another pull from his flask. Liza was then handed the dice.

Everleigh Ebersol Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Eleanor

 

[Liza Newcastle]

A 20,000 word essay?! Penworth must be out of this mind. Besides, Liza already knew the differences between the boys and the girls and it honestly wasn't that thrilling. The initiates had seen each other naked enough times that it would surprise her if somebody didn't. Maybe she could even learn something from Edric over the week. Who knew?

Liza absorbed the blood on her face as she triumphantly returned to the game. She only half played attention as the other's took their turns. Though the reveal of Drastus' third leg did greatly pique her interest. Maybe male anatomy wasn't as boring as she had initially thought!

Right. Her turn again. Liza rolled the die and moved her piece. Rank the stinkiness of everybody's feet. Okay. Easy. Too easy... Her luck would surely run out sooner or later...

Liza went around the circle, doing ber best not to gag when she got to the boys. "Okay! Evie, Kristen, Delaney, Ella, Zael, Drastus, and Kalix!" Feeling quite proud of herself for not vomiting, Liza passed the die to Kristen.

Zael Castomir Everleigh Ebersol Eleanor Drastus Tal'deneshaar

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Roll: 1 / Trade-in Roll: 5 (White Token)​

So many Proctor-based punishments! It had most certainly taken the entire reservoir of courage Kristen had within her to perform hers, and she feared that such luck would as she had with Proctor Pallatrix would deftly elude her should she try again. Mayhap, though, she'd keep enough luck to roll past those horrid Proctor punishments.

Kristen visibly shrank when Ella shouted that she loved her height. She shrank and everybody saw it. Oh no! That meant she had to punch poor Ella (the precise verbiage of "get to punch" escaping her). Unsure and awkward, Kristen raised up a fist and bopped Ella on the top of the head--Zael for some reason finding that overly hilarious.

When Kristen turned around to go back to her spot, however, her eyes went into open rebellion. Something had rather much caught their interest, and drawn they were to the part of Drastus (and the part of all boys) which to Kristen remained the most mysterious. When she realized it, that she'd been staring for a second, two seconds, she gasped and covered her mouth with bunched fists and hurriedly shuffled over to her seat and sat down in a quite warm and quite bothered bundle.

Poor Delaney! Not as exposed as Drastus, but chased around the Academy grounds regardless! What was most perplexing of all was that the other Initiates who happened to spy this comical parade were completely indifferent to it, as it were somehow normal! As she'd thought previously, how ghastly, these Proctor-based punishments!

Drastus suffered the same raw food punishment as Kristen (but handled it as though he were partaking of a midnight snack), and Liza suffered the same foot-and-aroma punishment as well. Oh, how lovely, she placed second in Liza's ranking. Mayhap she should consult with Everleigh for Academy-viable health and beauty advice.

Her turn. Her roll. A one. And that--

A PROCTOR-BASED PUNISHMENT! AIONUS, WHY??

"I simply cannot be reduced to such a base act!" A sheepish glance to Kalix, "M-My apologies!"

She rolled again for a trade-in.

Kristen read it aloud: "Tell a Proctor you have lice and that you got it from B--"

She swooned. And fainted. Head thumping on the floor.

Zael, ever the smart ass, looked to Everleigh, "Does that count as her quittin?"

Everleigh Ebersol

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

Oh Kristen, what were the initiates supposed to do with you? Everleigh watched Kristen, a dark brow raised in interest. It was absolutely delicious, that mischevious gleam in her violet eyes and that wolfish smile showed everyone that this was why Everleigh had created such a game. It was called a punishment game for a reason, whether the punishment be physical abuse, proctor abuse, humiliation or subjecting oneself to something they found totally deplorable.

It was very similar to the many times she saw that look of utter deep and dark despair on her opponent’s face when she revealed her own hand and take all the chips for herself.

“You can only quit once you drink the mysterious liquid,” Everleigh chimed— yep, not even quitting was easy with her, and would it be? Quitters should be punished, always. Everleigh always admired perseverance after all. “I’ll wake her up and she can decide then what to do. The Bull one really isn’t bad.” Everleigh’s eyes glowed violet and she bit the inside of her thumb as she crawled over to Kristen. She held her thumb underneath Kristen’s nose so she could get a massive whiff of ammonia gas. The irritation would cause the youngest initiate in the room to involuntarily inhale, giving her brain that rush of oxygen needed so she’d wake up.

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Kristen awoke with a start.

"Huh? What? Where am I?"

But soon enough, her brief respite was over. Memory came back in like a flood, and Everleigh clearly explained Kristen's position. Perform the punishment concerning a Proctor, lice, and (she shuddered) Bull, or quit by partaking of the "mystery liquid."

While Kristen was adverse quite heavily to her trade-in punishment, the recent and terrible ordeal with the raw onion and egg certainly carried no appeal with regard to ingesting something which could be even more foul! The scales were definitely imbalanced in that regard.

A hand to her chest, one ragged inhalation and sigh later, and Kristen said, "I shall...tell a Proctor fallaciously of lice."

Proctor Penworth's reaction was sure to be understated, even if his corrective action for her tomfoolery was likely to be disproportionately severe (she need only ask Liza). Kristen knocked on Penworth's door and, similar to before, it opened just barely and he stuck his head out, looking more irritated this time around.

"Umm...Proctor Penworth? Might I trouble you for some assistance? I...I seem to have acquired lice from Initiate Bull, if you would h-have a look..." she said, heart thumping terribly in her chest. Never had she been adept at lying! Was this believable?? She squatted down some and fingers parted her hair for Penworth to have a look.

And Proctor Penworth, his flat tone at odds with the now extreme annoyance across his features, said, "Initiate Bull has no hair, Initiate Pirian."

He closed the door.

Opened it again and said, "One month's detention for you, Initiate Pirian. That should sort out your 'lice' problem."

And he curtly closed the door again.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Zael Castomir]

Roll: 5 (Red Token)​

What a show. Best in the Academy. Kalix took a phantom canine piss in front of Proctor Novgorodoff, Ella openly appreciated his physique, Delaney ran all around the Academy grounds in nothing but her undershorts and bouncing bra, Drastus was flying free as a bag of peanuts strapped to a kite, and Liza joined the Girl's Gang Crime Guild by rigging the feet-smelling in their favor with Kristen.

Oh yeah, and speaking of Kristen, she fucking fainted! Zael thought that only happened when the physical torture got too agonizing and you just couldn't take it anymore. No Proctor with a rod of ice to crack over your face to wake you up either, but Everleigh had it handled. And Kristen was still in the game--she must've said an extra prayer to whoever it was she worshipped.

Alright! His go. And it was a five. Damn, his last one was a five too.

"Sing instead of speaking for the rest of the game?" Zael thumped his chest with a fist and cleared his throat. "Well allow me."

He took in a breath.

And sang in a baritone, "♪ IF I roll ONE more five LET'S call that a Speedy~ Vance~ Special~~ ♪!"

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Kalix]

Kalix looked at Kristen and grinned. Who would’ve thought that a goodie two-shoes like Kristen would ever get detention! Actually, who would’ve thought she’d even play a game like this. When Kristen sat down, looking dejected and scared and whatever else she was probably feeling that Kalix didn’t care enough to name, he clapped.

“KP, you’re not as much as a wimp as I thought you were.” He said once he had stopped clapping and gave her a grin. He then of course laughed heartily at Zael singing and giving their buddy Vance that little jab. Kalix couldn’t relate, instead of being a rabbit like Vance, he liked to think of himself as a ox: strong and with a lot of stamina.

Whether that was actually true or not remained to be known.

Kalix picked up the dice and rolled, and received a three. Yeah another four points! And it was a good one too!

“This is a piece of cake!” He said, not fully reading the square. “Ladies first as they always say! Ella, your tits, because they’re the biggest in this room. Kristen, definitely your ti— uh, bust. Delaney, maybe… your legs? No, no, no, I know—your hair!” It was true, it was sorta white and silvery. If it was shorter then that would be right up Kalix’s alley. “Liza, your height, you’re the shortest chick I know. Everleigh your… well, your tits may have gotten bigger this year but I still rank your ass higher.” If it wasn’t clear to anyone by now, Kalix preferred things that involved size; and those things were things he ranked often with a lot of assurance based on his previous statements.

“Boys, you already know what I’m gonna say,” he had a massive grin as he looked at Zael and Drastus. What could Kalix’s favorite thing about the boys be? “Drastus your tats and those scars make you badass! Zael, buddy, your hands. You already know why.” He said with a wink. Kalix then handed the dice over to Ella, still clueless to the potential of him getting punched.

Eleanor Delaney Lennox Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian

 

[Eleanor]

Official Roll: 3
Token: Blue

Eleanor decided to not punch Kalix in his chest because she was alright with her tits being the best part. She took the die from Kalix with an air kiss in his direction. She rolled and prayed to whatever gods listened that it wouldn't be too terrible.

Three. One. Two. Three. "FUCK!" She shouted and rubbed her face before throwing the dice once more. Two. Her eyes went around the circle. Drastus. "Double fuck!" She emphasized with a growl.

She stood and walked over to Evie with a glower. She kneeled down in front of the very smug Initiate as she locked the collar around her neck and handed her the leash. Ella stood and went to hand the leash to her new master for the day.

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Justice. Sweet sweet Justice. She had torn the glove off, which had worked to his benefit, but now, he had some payback. He just grinned at took the leash with a swagger and a bravado that nobody alive could take from him. "Why, thank you, my dear. I think we should go for a walk, but you should be on all fours. After all, better view of your favorite part of me." He would add with a wink.

Popping to his feet, there was definitely some swaying on the front side and he would wrap the leash around his hand a few times so that when she was on all fours, she would feel that sweet asphyxiation.

And then he would strut around the circle, his property in tow. "Evie, this might need to last for twenty four hours, I got big plans for this leash." The swag, the sway+, he now understood why people were down with the slavery. He wasn't, but he could now really see the appeal.

That lap around the initiates would allow each of them to see the detail of his normally least exposed tattoo. Giant flappy looking ears.. a pair of eyes.. tusks.. and that swaying trunk? Once he had completed a full lap he would sit back in his seat and thankfully, she was already sitting next to him, so the chain didn't have to go too far.

Everything about this game was great. Someday, Ella might try to get some semblance of revenge. He didn't care, the thought excited him.

 

[Delaney Lennox]

Official Roll: 5
Token: Black

Ella's punishment definitely took the cake and Delaney definitely checked out Drast more than she should have. Drast was very proud of himself and his new pet while Ella looked like she was going to murder multiple people very soon.

Delaney was thankful for the annoying yet very easy task that she got on her next turn. After running from Magomo for gods knew how long, she was surprisingly tired and happy to be alive. She had made notes on how she could get rid of him though. Mental notes for her future murder.

The Queen of Shadows walked over to Evie and procured her chili pepper. She sighed heavily and stuck the damn thing...up...her...nose. She grumbled something about the smell and walked back to her seat with a huff. "How long do I have to keep this in my nose for?" She asked Evie.

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

Once again, Everleigh decided she needed to pat herself on the back. She was absolutely a genius, look at how much fun she was having! Kristen Pirian may not have realized it but she was actually starting to fit in with this rag-tag group. If only Everleigh could have dragged Tinker here. Well, even if she had he would have just quit. But wouldn’t it be nice to get all the outliers of the academy in one big old group together to play some games?

Everything was going smoothly, even with perhaps Ella wouldn’t hit Kalix, but Everleigh would, giving him a strong punch. A part of her could understand, after all, Kalix was at that age, wasn’t he? What else did boys think of? But he didn’t need to remind her that puberty happened later for her.

At least Ella being Fido for a day was excellent. This round? One of the best rounds yet. Everleigh couldn’t help but look smug. Look at her, humiliating Ella for a second time. And look at Drastus’— Everleigh turned her head down to her lap. Nope, nope, nope. She shouldn’t look so openly, at least.

“One round,” Everleigh said to Delaney, “when the die are back in your hands you can take it out.” She then cleared her throat. “Alright, so the current scores are DRASTUS: 18, LIZA: 15, KRISTEN: 13.5, ZAEL: 11.5, KALIX: 13.5, ELLA: 16.5, DELANEY 12.” She frowned. “Zael, you’re in last place. Drastus you’re in first. But don’t fret anyone, the majority of the blue squares are coming up and there’s still a few orange squares to land on, now let’s start round seven.”

Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir Kalix Eleanor Delaney Lennox

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Roll: 4 Points: 18/20

When Everleigh's gaze dropped during his pass, he may have done a little toss of the hips for some added swaying (possibly swinging). After all, this was a punishment game so someone was getting the shit end of every stick. He just hadn't really minded it. Yet.

Still in the lead. Perfect. And it was his roll too! Four. Well, pepper in the nose? That... is pretty damn lame. Everyone knew a full pepper in you mouth wasn't very spicy and he imagined the nose wouldn't be much so it was time to up the ante.

So, he would get the pepper and instead of shoving it whole up his nose, the mad ladd cut it in half. One half up each nostril. The seeds were the spicy part and Drast was a spicy boi.

AND BY THE GODS DID HE REGRET IT! Not that any of them would see that. He held that pain internally. There would be no pained face, no tears. Just that slow sensual burn in his nasal cavity that threatened to melt his brain. So.. he just smiled and took a sip from his flask. He did this. He would live with it.

Everleigh Ebersol Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Delaney Lennox Kalix Zael Castomir Eleanor

 

[Liza Newcastle]

A large prideful grin spread across Liza's face when Kalix complimented her for being short. The other girls might be taller, or have bigger boobs, but none of them were as small and cute as she thought she was. Well, excpet maybe Chas.

Liza took the die from Drastus, careful not to look down and rolled. Five... Okay. Gross but doable. Liza got one all fours and wrote her name on the floor with her tongue. Sitting back up, she spat a few times trying to get the take of dirt out of her mouth. The "punishments" she was getting were slowly becoming boring.

As she watched the others take their turns, a wicked thought forced its way to the forefront of Liza's mind. Call it boredom, call it... Curiosity. Whatever it was, it was as good excuse as many to create some fun. Two of the boys were in their underwear, and Drastus was on full display. What if she used her magic to... Yes!

With a smirk on her face, Liza laid her hands in her lap. She began with Kalix and with subtle movements, worked on redirecting his blood flow. Alternating between the three boys, she hoped if she was careful enough, they wouldnt even notice the thing growing between their legs. With any luck, all three would be standing at full attention in no time at all.

Everleigh Ebersol Delaney Lennox Zael Castomir Drastus Tal'deneshaar

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Roll: 6 (3) (White Token)​

What a rather forward challenge, that one. The one Ella had gotten and the one Kalix was dutifully engaged in right now. Well, as if the prior one--kill, kiss, marry, be intimate with--wasn't, she supposed. And there were probably even more forward challenges ahead. Oh! Kalix complimented her, um...yes, bust was a polite way to say it. After the last few harrowing punishments, this helped put a little smile, however shy, on her face. Despite her height, her chest did not exactly require much additional thread for any dresses she might wear to accommodate it. Certainly she was no Ella, and very likely she skipped along hand-in-hand with Liza in this regard. And now, in peculiar fashion, she was feeling a little bad for Delaney, that Kalix wouldn't have complimented her so! Oh but these were all midnight thoughts of a particularly licentious nature! She cast them out.

Poor Ella, though! What a mortifying punishment! Incredibly degrading, but she weathered the collar and the leash with an admirable resolve! Kristen's eyes, again curious and wandering in the way a sheltered and pampered girl's might well be, gravitated eventually to Drastus who was leading Ella around. Without quite thinking of it once she saw his tattoos, not really registering that they were upon his nethers, but paying closest attention to the design of them, she blurted something out. Loudly.

"IS THAT AN ELEPHANT!?"

The stories occupying her head of such fantastic creatures instantly evaporated when the room burst into uproarious laughter, Zael perhaps the loudest among them. Scholars could have studied the new shades of red exploding on Kristen's cheeks.

Two intrusive peppers and a wretched punishment for poor Liza later, it was Kristen's turn.

Three, which--

WHY? WHY DID THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?? She would think a punishment to be quite ghastly after seeing others endure it, and then she would land upon the very one which paled her skin and chilled her thoughts! Okay. Okay! This was fine. There weren't any Proctors involved. Just...shout it all and be done with it! Oh snickerdoodle, this was going to be so uncouth!

Kristen swallowed, straightened up considerably with a primness that would be at odds with what she was all about to say. She took in a deep breath...

And declared each as quickly as possible.

"Ella, your hair! Truly, you've a shade of red I find to be wonderfully alluring. 'Tis one of my House colors, after all, and I would fancy it well to be the hue of my own hair!"

Despite what Ella had said of her, Kristen left height out of it on a technicality. "Liza, your cheeks! Ella was right, when you smile they sometimes show these cute little dimples and I could die for how adorable they are!"

"Everleigh, I am afraid that I must concur with Kalix and say that you indeed have a nice--tush. Please forgive my scandalous eyes for scrutinizing that particular pair of pants you happen to be wearing today!"

"Delaney, your womanly bust is something to be admired for its exquisite shapeliness and superb roundness, and not even Kalix with his particular brand of magic could rob them of their youthful perkiness!" There, Delaney was sure to be delighted now!

Onto the boys. BLESSED AIONUS, HOLY SENTINEL, whatwashappeningoverthere!? A flash of memory of "the talk" with mother came pulverizing its way into the present. Push through, Kristen! Push through!

"Zael! Your arms, for if I were adrift at sea and had a choice between a buoy and your biceps I would without hesitation or second thought cling mightily to them!" He seemed to quite like that.

"Kalix! I have in recent times fallen into a fascination of your hands and what you might be able to do with them for reasons that are to me as mysterious as they are alluring!" At least she didn't blurt out the word rope.

"Drastus! I would be little more than a liar if I did not properly acknowledge my prior outburst and state that the part of you which forms the trunk of the elephant etched upon your skin has captured my intensely curious interest and how dare I be so uncouth in proclaiming such!"

Kristen slapped her hands over her face again, squirming uncomfortably with an overload of embarrassment. She was rocking side-to-side as if someone had flicked one of those weighted dolls with the rounded bottoms. She was a pendulum of sheepishness slicing left to right and back again.

"...is that all?" she half-whimpered through the shelter of her palms.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Zael Castomir]

Roll: 3 (Red Token)​

Zael agreed with Kalix on every point in his punishment. He lifted his hands up and cracked his knuckles while nibbling giddily on his bottom lip. Fuckin right, his hands. Oh, wait, the Delaney one. Not that he was wrong, but Zael would've said something different, yeah.

Damn though, if only Ella had gotten the strip to your underwear punishment too. Now that would've been a feast for the eyes as Drastus walked around his new "pet." Fuck, Zael didn't want to land on that square. NO WAIT! It didn't say he had to be a pet dog. He could be a pet honey badger. Hell yeah. Come on, dice, land me on that square! Daddy needs a big, fat, juicy one.

Son of a bitch. Alright, he loved the number three, of course, but now wasn't the time. Alright, what did he get?

"♪ Watch out noooowwwwhooowwwwah! Ya man Zael's gotta go pocket diiiiihiiiiivin ♪!"

For the added randomness of it all, Zael figured to just roll those dice again. Let them decide which pockets he'd be spelunking into. And he rolled a two. AH HA! Drastus! Big man with the big--

"♪ Pass me those pants and lemme see what you got theeeerrrre-hairrrrr-rah ♪!"

In Drastus's discarded pants he found a vial of something (unbeknownst to him, Basilisk's Kiss). Alright. Just the one thing.

"♪ Now watch the master lick this vial's glaaahasss and aaaahassss ♪!"

Zael ran his tongue all over the glass of the vial before turning his attention to the cork. He thumbed the cork loose and caught it and ran his tongue over the opening of the vial, a bit of the liquid inside smearing along his tongue. Zael coughed and sputtered as the strong concoction trickled from his tongue to his mouth and eventually was escorted down his throat with some saliva, an INTENSE alcoholic burn lighting the way down.

He corked the vial again and stuffed it back into the pants and tossed them aside again. Goddamn, what the hell was that? His eyes were watering a little bit.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Kalix]

Kalix wiggled a bit as he was sitting down. Dang, this sitting position was really making him uncomfortable. And what the fuck was making him horny this time?! Kalix could feel his most intimate of all intimate friends trying to get a little frisky. Was it because… he was looking at Drastus’ elephant? Was he… could he possibly be… gay?! Kalix blanched for a second, thinking it over. He did Get aroused when everyone spanked him. He frowned, thinking about it. But would he be a top or a bottom?

Definitely a top.

And if he was a top he wasn’t that gay! Sticking it in the butt didn’t really count, but taking it in the butt did. As Kristen shouted off her favorite part of everyone, he did feel his gaze drawn to what she had stated, grinning. Until his golden gaze fell down to his hands and he looked them over. He then looked at Kristen, grinning wildly, not caring if Delaney was giving him a death stare.

“Then let me show you.” Kalix said in a low tone. “It doesn’t need to be a mystery.” But then Zael’s singing cut through everything and the initiate’s attention focused elsewhere. He took the dice and roll. A six, so then three. One, two— oh shit, the same punishment as Ella. He rolled once again, hoping that, hey, if he was going to be a pet, he’d want it to be with one of the chicks. Maybe Kristen and then he could show her—

“Who’s four?” He said, frowning. “I’m five so—“ he looked over at Zael. “Oh shit, bro. Looks like you don’t need to come to my room tonight for your shirt back. I’m gonna be shacking up with you for a day.” Kalix said with an easy going grin. He then frowned. “But Ella has the collar—“

“Not a problem. I was saving this for Zael and I but… well, you’d look good in a collar too.” Everleigh said, heading over to lift up a board and box before procuring a black leather collar with a golden bell. In red thread was the name Mittens <3. She had a ball of red yarn in the other hand. “Your owner for the day will need to get you a leash but… I think he prefers cats.” She said as she fastened the collar around Kalix’s neck and tied some of the red yarn to it.

“Instead of being a cat can I like… be a panther?” Kalix asked, sitting down and then looking at Zael.

Zael Castomir Eleanor Delaney Lennox Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle

 

[Eleanor]

Official Roll: 1
Token: Blue

Ella glared at Drast throughout his entire little strut around the circle. She continued to glare at him as he sat down with that smug ass look on his face. She would pay him back for this.

Once it was her turn again, she rolled the dice and read her punishment. It was more irritating than anything. The redhead had long ago lost her boots and socks so she simply pulled her leash from Drast's hand and retrieved the honey from Evie. She stepped in with a disgusted look and then removed it a few seconds later.

Her walk back to her spot left one sticky foot print every other pace. Someone could enjoy stepping in it.

 

[Delaney Lennox]

Official Roll: 5 / Owner Roll: 1
Token: Black

The tendrils of black shadow had grown around Delaney as she had grown more irritated each round. It wasn't with the punishments she was receiving. It was from...Kristen...flirting...with...Kalix. She glared at him and pretty much everyone else at this point. She was extremely pissed off so when she rolled the dice and landed on the same square as Ella and Kalix, she contemplated quitting.

The only that stopped her was the fact that Delaney Lennox was not a quitter.

"I get to be someone's pet for the day..." She said with an exasperated sigh and then rolled again. One. "I get to be Evie's pet..."

Everleigh Ebersol

 

[Tarkas Verik]

Somewhere in Vel Anir....


Tarkas turned his head away from the book of romantic Orcish poetry, translated roughly into Elvish.

But deep down, he knew something was amiss. Not dangerous. Just something he wouldn't approve of. Probably something to do with Everleigh Ebersol. She made an impression on him.

But he felt it in his bones.

Those kids were up to no damn good.

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

“Mm,” Everleigh hummed out, looking at Delaney. How interesting, the dice really did seem to love her today. To be chosen to have one of the stronger initiates in the academy be her pet? Usually Everleigh would gobble that right up, but… there was more fun to be had. And Everleigh knew the perfect way to play it off. “There’s only one person in this room I’m interested in having be my pet, and, Del, while I’m sure you’d make a lovely pet, you’re not them.” She said sweetly enough, once again getting up. Dang, she didn’t have enough collars lying around— who would’ve thought that this was going to be such a popular square?

Iron chains were pulled out and by using some of the yarn that she he given Kalix earlier, Everleigh was able to take the strand of chains and tie it together, making a nice bow connecting the two ends when she wrapped it around Delaney’s swan neck.

“Kristen, I’m entrusting Delaney to you.” Everleigh looked over at the young noble man and flashed her that smug grin. Now she was being the incendiary one, but… “I’m technically the unbiased dealer, it’s not fair for me to take the fun out from the players, right?” There. She had her bases covered. “Think of it as my… gratitude for you appreciating one of my ass-ets. I’ll even help you find a leash for your pet later, won’t be too hard to find some rope laying around.” Everleigh sat back down.

“Here’s the scores so far: DRASTUS: 20, LIZA: 16, KRISTEN: 17.5, ZAEL: 12.5, KALIX: 16.5, ELLA: 20.5, DELANEY 15. My, my, look at that, now Ella is in the lead by only a half point!” Everleigh chimed. “Now let’s all prepare for round eight, shall we?” And the die was handed to Drastus.

Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir Kalix Eleanor Delaney Lennox

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Roll: 2 Points: 20/24

Ya know, maybe it was having Ella on a leash, maybe it was all the staring at his junk, or the booze, but the Elephant trunk looked like it was slowly getting ready to be playful. And it was about at that time, where Kristen, eyes glued to his third leg, said she like his trunk the most. His jaw dropped. He was far from offended but if he thought he'd ever heard those words coming from her lips, he never would have believed the day. In the standard Rupert cosplay "Well, ill be. Gonna have to work out some way for you to get a little more access." He replied with a grin.

He almost felt bad for Ella, almost. Actually, this was a pain game. And everyone was just paying their dues. Once she sat back down, he would take the leash back.

His turn. He snatched the die and rolled. Two. Huh. That one wouldn't be so bad. "Alright, gonna try to do this speedrun style." In Rupert cosplay, naturally.

He shot Evie with a finger gun. "Evers, everything purple you got, cuz its the best color."

Finger gun to Liza. "Uhhhh.." he couldn't decide, there was so little he actually liked. "Your.. hands. They're small, so perfect for Kalix."

Finger gun to Zael. "From past experience... that ass was firm and highly spankable."

Finger gun to Kristen. "Your eyes. I really like when ya look up at me." Totally wholesome. Kinda.

Finger gun to Kalix. "Hands as well, i think you and Liza could get down to some freaky hand shit."

He shifted to Ella, finger gun. "Your legs are amazing. Don't know what you do, but damn girl, keep it up. Also pretty sure the glare is causing this." He gestured to between his legs.

Final finger gun to Delaney. "Your voice. I could listen to it for days."

He then tossed the die to Liza. "Here ya go.." he would pause looking between the trunk and Liza.. "Touché."

Everleigh Ebersol Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir Kalix Eleanor Delaney Lennox

 

[Vance Calgrave]

"Where the fuck is everybody?" It was never this quiet. Where was Zael if he wasn't in the training yard yelling? Where were Kristen, or Delaney, or even Ella if they weren't... wherever those girls went after dinner? He couldn't hear Kalix being obnoxious, or Drastus being... Drastus.

He didn't think about Evie or Liza. He actively tried not to think about Evie. Liza... he often forgot about.

He was going to train in the yard until the light faded completely, but what was the point if no one could watch him do it? Yeah there were some younger initiates but they weren't worth his time. He doubted anyone graduating from this place after his year would be worth his time. He had long since given up trying to decide if he liked the new Republic or not, it didn't matter. What mattered was being the Strongest and the Fastest and the Best and making sure everyone knew that.

He finally heard noises from a particular room, noises that grew as he got closer. There were many voices, male and female, and some sounding quite excited (or maybe distressed?). He approached the door. Yep, those were definitely the voices of his colleagues. What the heck were they doing in there, all together, without him?

It was probably stupid, he didn't care at all... but he should probably see what was going on. He took a breath, grabbed the door handle, and shoved it open forcefully enough for it to bang against the wall.

The self-satisfied smirk he had prepared on his face vaporized at what he saw. Zael in underwear, Drastus in a glove. His eyes moved very quickly from that to Delaney in some sort of naked prisoner outfit?? Kristen... being Kristen. A small step of normalcy before he inevitably saw Kalix with another collar and o h n o c o v e r t h a t u p ok looking at... who was that now... oh yeah, Liza and finally... Ella.

They were dreadlord apprentices. They had suffered unspeakable horrors together. They had seen each other naked tons of times but not like this. He was filled with a strange mix of embarrassment, a weird fluttering feeling, and anger. Embarrassment from being caught so woefully off guard, a fluttering feeling from Ella in that collar (we'll unpack that later), and anger at too many feelings.

And there was Evie at the head of it all, looking as smug as anyone could be. A single arc ran between the two longest hairs on Vance's head, he said "Fuck all of you," and slammed the door shut on his way to bleach his eyes.

 

[Eleanor]

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Vance entered the room.

His face said it all. He looked right at her and she felt the look he was giving her. Part of her was smug because she knew he would want her to keep the collar for a later time but there was also anger.

"Fuck all of you."

"Vance..." She said as she tried to stand but was almost immediately stopped by the leash the Drast held.

The door slammed before she could say or do anything else. She felt sick to her stomach as she slowly sat back down and just stared at the door. She could only will him to come back.

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Drast had looked to the open doorway, trunk nearly in full salute. There was a guy there. He was angry, he thought, maybe he was aroused. Drast didn't know. Drast didn't even know who he was.

But boy, did buddy bust out the big guns before he showed them his back. At this point Drast just kinda looked around at everyone else. He did a quick count, thought there was still room enough. Guy could have joined.

Ella stood up, he didn't even think to let go of the chain, because he still didn't know who he was or what anyone in the room meant to him.

"Who the fuck was that guy?" Drast asked looking around, as it was now his turn to pull out the big guns. Apparently everyone knew him, which meant Drast probably should have paid more attention to names and faces.

It was an odd thing to feel bad for someone who was collared and you held the chain for. Also a powerful feeling. He did lean close though to Ella, his voice lowered so only she could hear. "Hey, you okay?" If she looked at him, she could tell he meant it. What more, he offered her his magic flask. Maybe it was a peace offering.

Eleanor