There are long stretched hazy semi-awareness, mainly when the larvae have rested enough to start pumping out the happy-fuzzy-juice. This can last for a few hours, and make Nicora's discomfort fade into the background, as if happening to someone else. And there'd be more discomfort, if not for the resin armor covering her back and rear, otherwise the non-stop humping by Brutus would have abraded away the exposed skin. Assuming it still is Brutus - Nicora can't turn her head to look back, only 'down' and 'even more down' to check on her on her condition.
Once the euphoria fades and reality intrudes, Nicora can't help but make a progress check. Her belly is still hanging low and incredibly distended - if not for the hanging supports and 'elastic' ones around the belly, her lower spine would probably be warped. But the effects of gravity are countered as best they can be. The belly teats (she doesn't want to think of them as udders) are swollen and look.. greener than usual. And beyond them, back towards the entry to the lair, she has an upside-down view of a very horrified look Penance, who seems uncertain if she should come in further or run away.
"This isn't going to happen to you. Not this ... bad, anyway," Nicora claims quickly from her unpleasant position, "Gorphat is just testing me as she often does. What do you need, Child?"
"Mm..mmmm..." Penance whines, biting her lip, before managing to say, "You.. have to.. uh.. give me my duties, High Priestess. Is.. there anything you need?"
"There is a lot of things I need," Nicora thinks, but doesn't say. "Well, first you need to prepare yourself to be bred. The queen is ... excited to lay soon," she says. "And once that has completed and you have brooded, you will be a full Yodhgorphat."
Penance is watching Brutus go at it on Nicora's back. "I may need more practice first," she notes.
"I cannot imagine much more. It is not like the bugs are large in that way," Nicora points out.
"And after the.. birthing.. uh.. will I go back to normal?" Penance asks.
"I do not see why not," Nicora claims, though she honestly doesn't know. "Are you too weak for this? Wanting to give up?"
"I can't give up," Penance says. "That would be.. like death, in Gorphat's eyes, wouldn't it? Life is struggle."
"To an extent I suppose. It may /look/ horrible, but it actually feels very nice,/" Nicora claims ... which is half true after all. When the larvae are pumping out hormones she feels quite nice indeed!
"The Queen looks different," Penance notes. The Queen does look different. Aside from the glowing green parts, she seems to be molting.
Nicora lifts her head to try and get another look at the queen. "Is that a problem?" Nicora asks.
The Queen looks a bit asymmetrical, since not every part is molting at the same time. "I just wasn't sure she was supposed to do that, High Priestess," Penance says. "I haven't seen the Drones do it."
"Well, she is special," Nicora claims. She doesn't really know why she is doing that, either, outside of maybe 'milk effects'. The queen has been feeding off her, after all; just not through her belly teats which seem to just be getting larger and more swollen each hour.
"What are my tasks for the day, High Priestess," Penance asks, perhaps hoping to move on to a less disturbing topic.
"Rub my belly teats, please," Nicora instructs, "And after that, check with the hospice to see if they need your assistance. After that, prepare yourself to be bred. I want you beneath the queen within the next couple of days, eggs laid, and you properly plugged to incubate."
Penance steps forward and tentatively pokes one of the swollen teats. It immediately oozes something green and slimy that isn't milk (even though, technically, that is also green and slimy). "Are they infected?" Penance asks. At least she doesn't gag at the smell.
"That is for you to determine," Nicora claims. "Consider it a test."
"Well, the swelling is clearly from inflammation, and not due to.. not being milked, I suppose.." Penance says. She pokes a few more times, and squeezes to see what comes out of the egg-sized organs. "There's something inside," she concludes.
"What is inside?" Nicora inquires as she trains her head to try and look around her large breasts.
"Something squishy?" Penance hazards. She moves around to get some light behind them. "Maybe filaments or worms or.. hair.."
"In all of them?" Nicora has to ask. "Gorphat, what have you done to me?" she wonders.
Given what came out before, they could be tentacles.
"It does not sound like they are infected, just ... very full," Nicora says, trying to sound unconcerned while inside she's trying not to scream.
Finally Penance rubs them as requested. It causes some irritation, as if the skin is stretched too thin.
Nicora winces, but otherwise expresses no discomfort. She must endure after all.
"You might benefit from some lotion," Penance advises.
"Then fetch some to apply," Nicora instructs. "Or ... dip your fingers in me and use my lubrication as lotion."
"Uh.." Penance goes at the suggestion, since that area is currently occupied by a thrusting Drone. Instead, she squeezes Nicora's secondary pair of breasts, and uses some of the milk as a lotion - which one of the uses it gets put to in the hospital tents anyway, as a disinfectant.
"Ugh, whenever anyone does that I feel like a sow," Nicora thinks as she's milked like a common farm animal. Well, in concept; she looks nothing like one! "I suppose that works too," she concedes.
"Since the Queen isn't moving, should I send in Otto to milk you?" Penance asks.
"Mmmm, possibly not. The queen seems to enjoy it. Can you see if you can wake her?" Nicora requests.
Penance very carefully prods the Queen, which causes the prodded piece of chitin to fall off and revealing soft, green (and pulsating) flesh. "Umm... I think she's occupied," the girl claims.
Nicora sighs. "Then I suppose you should fetch Otto," she concedes.
A few minutes later, the big Skreek arrives, walking a bit funny while carrying his buckets.. and then pausing to assess the situation. It's not like when Nicora was on her hands and knees.. she's suspended a good four feet off the floor. "How are you today, High Priestess?" he asks cheerfully.
"Oh, I am doing quite fine. I am serving Gorphat and being gifted with the blessing of being a brooder," Nicora claims. She cannot shrug as it it doesn't bother her, but she she would never claim it did anyway; it would mean she is failing at enduring.
Otto places the buckets on the floor, and has to work from the sides. He uses both hands per breast, since he has to aim a bit without being able to see all that clearly.. And there aren't any handy stools for him. It's can't be all that good for his back as he kneads and squeezes and shakes, the milk making a hollow sound when it hits the buckets. There's probably some splashing as well - a lot more force is involved this time.
And ... Nicora doesn't complain. It hurts, and boy does she want to, but no, she doesn't complain. She endures and tries to focus on the pleasurable sensations from Brutus and her 'cargo' to distract herself. "Why do I do this stupidity?" she does wonder, though.
The big Skreek grunts a bit. He's clearly still recovering from his bout with Nikky, and no doubt has a lot of strained muscles in his back and groin, so hunching over isn't helping. He also doesn't complain, but does apologize for the mess whenever he doesn't get the aim right and something else gets squirted.
"Yodhgorphat are used to mess and producing mess, do not concern yourself with it," Nicora insists whenever the rat apologizes. "And do not worry that I am empty; just reducing pressure is enough."
"Yes, High Priestess," Otto says. Once he's done both sides of the uppers, he eyes the inflamed lower quartet and uncertainly asks, "Do you need the lower ones milked?"
Given the contents ... "No, you may pass on those. They have special duties right now," Nicora states.
"Can I bring you anything to eat or drink?" the man asks as he collects the buckets.
"No, the horribs are tending to that duty," Nicora claims. Which is prettymuch true after all; those bugs are determined that she survive to breed for them, after all.
Otto bows and leaves, the buckets clattering a bit due to his gait. Without the other distractions Brutus puts on a burst of effort, breaking from his steady metronome. This causes pleasure (and pain) to ripple through Nicora, which the larvae respond to with more squirming and euphoria-juice to send the Eeee into that greenish haze state of mind again. It seems that things are happening though, but.. just don't matter. They're outside of her, fleeting impressions.
When the haze lifts.. some things are still the same. The position, for one - stretched out, hanging.. but instead of resin and other substances, the smell of leather pervades. And their is a huge wooden frame instead of cave walls. And most differently - it is Pierce that is hanging and semi-bound.
What's more, all of Pierce's jewelry is in place, as Hortense's cadre of does proves by attaching little glass bells to each ring on his underside, including his nose and scrotum, and even ones with little pinching clips to his nipples.
And given Pierce can't talk, all he can do is look around to get a feeling for his ... situation. He also half-expects the demented cat would muzzle him even thiough he can't speak because she's evil like that. "What the heck is ... ow! she doing? Why?" he thinks; those clips hurt!
Of course the leather crop tucks up under the cheetah's chin, guiding him to looking forward. And yes, Hortense looks a bit crazy, especially the way she grins. She's wearing a leather corset that's so tight it creaks when she moves.. and gloves and boots and a collar, but her loins and breasts are bare. "Ah, you're lucid!" she says. "I've created a new game, and you are the one to help me perfect it! Isn't that wonderful? I call it Silence."
Pierce growls, then snorts at Hortense! It doesn't take words for the feline to convey he isn't pleased, after all! "Silence? With all these bells? Hah, like that's possible," he thinks. The feline then tries to roll his head and bite the crop!
"Oooo, chomping at the bit I see!" Hortense says with a grin. "I haven't even told you the rules yet. The girls are still setting up the final piece." The does wheel a device of some sort past. It's made of spinning wheels and cloth and glass tubes.. and what look like wires. They're off behind him though before he can get a really good look.
Pierce's ears splay out as he gnaws on the crop. "Why are you doing this to me? I don't belong to you!" he signs in restrained frustration.
"Because, it was ordained," Hortense claims. "Probably by Gorphat.. it's hard to tell when the visions come."
"Or you just want to own me," Pierce signs as he grumbles.
One of the does lifts up Pierce's tail then, and inserts something. It feels cold and round, and there must be stick or similar attached that the doe uses to move it around. "Are you sure this is the right depth?" the Lapi whispers to another one. "It worked on Jacoba there.."
Pierce barks, going crosseyed! Whatever it was, was sure smooth enough that it slid in easy ... but egad, it isn't like this body is used to such things; it has only happened once before. The feline then proceeds to squirm and try to expel whatever was just inserted!
"Nonono," Hortense chides, and holds Pierce's face in her cleavage. "Don't struggle, you might hurt yourself," she claims. "Just give me a few more minutes to finish setting up, hmmm? I promise you will enjoy some of it."
"Mmmrph," goes Pierce; but it does get him to stop squirming and give the does more time to make sure whatever it is they're inserting is properly secured. He does try to bite her, regardless.
"There'll be time for biting later.. and be careful not to bite down on the bell," Hortense notes. A second cold sphere is pressed up behind Pierce's funpouch, and then whatever armature they're connected too is tightened up. There's also a 'vroo vroo vroo' sound as the weird machine is cranked up. At least the orbs warm up quickly - which means they may actually be metallic.
Pierce grunts and twitches again. He tries to look down and around at the does. He also signs, "Why are you doing this to me? I've been nice!"
"Because we like you!" the nearest doe (that understands sign) tells Pierce, and kisses his cheek. "We're going to be very nice to you.."
"By sticking things into me!?" Pierce has to sign as he frowns.
The doe then hands a box to Hortense. It has a red button on it, and wires leading back to the machine. "Isn't this neat? I call it the Joy Buzzer!" the Khatta says. "All you have to do is not jingle the bells. If you jingle them, I use the buzzer."
Pierce's eyes narrow. "This does not sound fun, or enjoyable ... at all" the feline thinks glumly. His only glimmer of hope is that he doesn't actually live on the sky island and thus Hortense cannot actually get her claws on him.
"You may begin," Hortense instructs her minions. And Pierce finds himself being kissed and licked and nuzzled in sensitive places. Two does also stand in front of him and begin to dance sensuously - with one another.
"I'll give you a grace period for.. warming up," Hortense says from the side.
Pierce's ears twitch a bit, and try as he might, he cannot help that certain parts do get aroused by both the touching and what he's seeing! Of course he has a simple solution for part of it; he closes his eyes.
That doesn't help with the does manipulating him down below. The dancers compensate by nuzzling and kissing his face and the sides of his muzzle (the bell dangling from the nose-ring makes the lips a bit off-limits). His face is also getting a massage by soft squishy fluffy bits, and there's the scent to contend with as well.
"Ugh, she's rubbing that part of her anatomy on me, the smell is ... grr," Pierce thinks in frustration. He tries to think of unpleasant things and lots of cold water! He can at least wiggle his hands and toes safely!
Someone has a very firm grip on him, now that's fully aroused.. and then there's warmth and moisture.. so he's inside at least one end of a doe.. and from the wiggly nature it's likely a mouth. The ones at his head are doing their best to try to get him to lick his lips it seems.. or lick something. It's not easy to breath just through his nose as things start to get more intense.
In spite of himself and what he knows he shouldn't do ... he licks, and tries to lick whatever it is that's so close to his mouth. The scent gives away what it probably is; unfortunately! At his other end, the encasement of certain body parts makes the feline's body buck reflexively.
There are several tinkles, and the doe down below pulls away just in time, as Hortense presses the button. Immediately, it feels as if the distance between those two spheres contracts, followed by a convulsively intense release. There's a lot of force behind it.
Pierce barks! painfully as his whole body shudders from the sudden and intense sensation. "Good gods, that was like a labor contraction!" the feline thinks.
"Hmm, five minutes," Hortense says, and the 'vroo vroo vroo' sound returns as the buzzer is recharged. "If you can last seven minutes, I'll let you take me as roughly as I know you want to," she leans down to whisper in Pierce's ear.
"And knowing you, that'll never happen," Pierce thinks as he grumbles. He flicks his ear so that it pafs against her nose.
The clock is reset once the bells quiet again, and the does go back to work. This time though, one of the ones at Pierce's head 'cheats' by turning the nose ring up so the bell rests on top of the feline's nose.. and then he feels the nipple against his lips.
So ... at least the feline can nurse on the doe, which he does! Of course this means he's even more distracted, so he doesn't try to stop himself when his body bucks again thanks to the does working all over him.
The buzzer buzzes again. There wasn't much to pump out so soon after the last time, but that doesn't stop the muscles from trying. It is in keeping with Gorphat though - pleasure at a painful price. "Six minutes," Hortense declares. 'vroo vroo vroo' goes the machine.
And Pierce is wincing in pain at this point. "Ow," the battered feline thinks. His response is to growl at Hortense, loudly.
As the third round of Silence begins, the does are a bit bolder in their cheating. This time the one on piston duty cups Pierce with her paw - immobilizing the bells. And kneading him a bit at the same time. Another is tickling his nipples, and likewise keeping the bells there immobilized. Hortense doesn't seem to notice any of this, but she's at the tail end checking that the machine isn't suffering any.
The doe being suckled starts producing milk as well.. and warm milk does have some calming effects on felines.
And of course Pierce ends up losing track of time again ... so at some point the poor feline's body bucks again from all the torture. All he can think at that moment is, "Crap."
And this time.. nothing goes tinkle. The does ease up a little, but not a lot. Just enough that the teasing is a bit tortuous itself.
"I hate all of them!" Pierce thinks as his poor body is further tortured! Even without the buzzer it's almost as bad. What did he ever due to deserve this?
Finally, one of the does allows a bell to tinkle. BZZZT! This time.. it's more pleasant than painful. As if it's transcended the pain.. or else the nerves are just overly sensitive now. "Ten minutes!?" Hortense says. "Impossible! Aargh, maybe this game won't work.. or else I'll have to modify the timeouts.. still.." With an air of dejection, Hortense says, "Let him down.."
The Joy Buzzer is removed, and then does work on freeing Pierce's ankles first.
And everything feels stiff as his legs are lowered first, toes at least soon touching the floor. Pierce's ears are splayed flat and his eyes are rather narrow. "What one calls a game others call torture. This is probably how Yodhinala interrogated people," he thinks grimly.
The does helpfully try to massage away the stiffness, of course.. except for one that tends to Hortense, attaching some odd leather wrist and ankle cuffs to her, and a new neck collar. These additions have alternating rings and clips on them. And Pierce notices now that her corset likewise has lots of rings that are probably more than just decorative.
Oh, if Hortense thinks she's going to have fun, Pierce will likely disabuse her of that notion. It is particularly obvious when Pierce signs to a doe to bring some ice as well as a wax candle, and a kettle of hot water.
While the requested items are being fetch, Hortense poses in front of Pierce. "How do you like it?" she says of her outfit. "I had it custom made! With all the clips and rings, whomever wears it can be locked into almost any position!"
Pierce crosses his arms and sniffs. He then turns his back to her. Feline time out is a potent thing, indeed.
"Hey!" Hortense hisses. "You're supposed to be looking at me! Wanting me! Angry at me! Don't tell me you prefer the docile does to a fine feline frolic!"
Pierce lifts up his right hand and opens and closes his fingers and thumbs in a 'blah blah blah' sort of mime. The real way to annoy a cat; ignore them.
Hortense growls and comes around in front of Pierce, and aggressively jiggles at him. "Come on! Restrain me! Throw me on the ground and get even for the Joy Buzzer! Don't I deserve to be punished?" At that last bit all of the remaining does nod in unison while grinning.
Pierce just arches his brow. The feline smirks and turns around again so that his back is to her. He's delaying, of course, for the doe to return with the things he requested, after all. Plus, to frustrate her; she deserves it.
"Grrr!" Hortense growls.. and bites Pierce on the butt!
Pierce barks and jumps! Pierce then spins about and shoves Hortense down onto the ground and wrestles with her! Granted, he is stronger than she is, so with a lot of fighting and tussling he manages to force her arms behind her back where he secures them! The cat's legs are next; and this involves a lot of rolling around on the floor until he pushes her legs up to the point he can secure her knees to that weird collar! The overall effect is ... she's left rather exposed.
"Hahaha!" the Khatta cackles - sounding disturbingly similar to Nikky. "I've got you right where I want you now!" she claims.
Pierce signs to the does, "Want to play a game of cards?" He's still waiting on the doe, of course.
The errand-doe finally returns at a run, carrying a box of candles in various colors. Behind her and out of breath is Jupani woman in blue robes, carrying a small water barrel on her back. "Is.. is this is?" she gasps.
"Is this what? I wanted ice and hot water," Pierce signs to the jupani.
The Jupani takes a good look at Pierce, and her ears blush. "So.. that's what you get when you take the term 'stud' literally I suppose.. Oh, ice and hot water.. right.. coming up!" the woman say, sets down the barrel.. and produces some chalk to start drawing a magic circle on the floor outside the dais.
Pierce sits on Hortense while he waits for the mage to do whatever it is mages do. While there, he bounces a bit and grins toothily down at Hortense. "Bad kitty," he signs.
The candle-doe offers up her selection to Pierce. There are black candles, white candles, purple candles, red candles and candles cut into the shapes of flowers and anatomical shapes.
And Pierce picks ... one that will be the most dribbly! He also then lights it and waits with it precariously tipped so that hot wax will fall right on a very exposed and sensitive area on Hortense, and with her legs secure, she can't do anything about it.
"Oooo, the dripping wax torture!" Hortense coos. "But you're supposed to start with the nipples, you know. More teasing anticipation that way!" There's a lot of chanting off to the side from the Water Mage.. who is turned away from the excitement to do her work. The other does come to offer Pierce the belled nipple clamps that were using on him, just in case he might want them..
Pierce's response to Hortense commenting on his work is ... that he rips the wax off! Nicora knows how bad that feels, and now Hortense does too! It's after that when he applies those clamps and squeezes them tight!
The yowl is genuine, and there's squirming as well. The clamp-and-ring system has a little give of course, but not enough to matter. "That hurt in the not-fun way!" Hortense complains.
"Do want us to get the milking machine?" one of the giggling does asks Pierce.
Pierce shakes his head no. Now that things are exposed, it's back to dropping hot wax on skin, which is a lot more sensitive. He does it so lazily, too, while he waits on the mage.
The chanting pauses for a moment, and the mage calls out, "Did you need the ice in any particular shape?" She seems to have forgotten that Pierce can't call back to her.. but then, there are plenty of does for that.
Pierce considers that, then shrugs a bit! "A rod shape would be fine," he signs.
The request is relayed to the mage, and the chanting continues.. but not for very long. Making ice and heating water are pretty basic spells, so soon there is a bowl of steaming hot water on Pierce's left, and another filled with candle-sized ice-rods on his right.
And Pierce delicately takes the rod and starts pressing it here and there to all exposed skin, even Hrotense's nose!
Amelia this results in sneezing and shivers. "You have to move it around a bit.. get a melt layer going so it lingers..." she advises.
Pierce snorts at this desire to dictate his behavior ... and so he sticks the ice rod into the poor cat!
That elicits a loud yowl that echoes! "Now you're getting the idea!" Hortense claims.. and boy does that rod melt fast..
Pierce twirls it around, withdraws, then uses it to chill every bit of exposed skin there is. It's only seconds after that, that hot water is applied to the cold areas. It's uncomfortable to wash cold hands in warm water, so...
"AHHH!" Hortense screams. Skin visibly stiffens under the shock. "Whoa.. gotta remember that one.. I think.. maybe not.."
And of course the cold returns to the now warm skin. It's this little torture that continues for a bit; cold, then hot, cold, then hot, over and over, with the last bit of cold created by putting the rod right back inside and letting it melt completely.
"I'm going numb," Hortense complains. "Aren't you going to tickle me?"
No, Pierce is going to climb on top of her. Hot water isn't the only thing that is hot, after all, anatomical parts can be too, and he proves it! And it just might be worse right now, given how felines tend to be built! Only after that does be proceed to tickle her sides!
"Ah!" the Khatta gasps, and the tickling keeps from taking in a full breath (which may be why she asked for it, as lack of oxygen can enhance other sensations). "Hahaha! Stop! No! Don't! Stop! Wiggle around more! Ahhh!"
"I should have put a muzzle on her," Pierce thinks as he only tickles her more! And of course when she tells him to don't stop, he does. In other words, he does everything he can to drive her to frustration!
After she catches her breath, Hortense changes tactics. "I've had enough now," she claims. "You don't have to revenge-sex me anymore or tickle more whatever! You can let me go.."
"Okay," Pierce signs, and completely stops. He even climbs off of her.
"No! That was reverse psychology!" Hortense whines. "You can't really let me get away with what I did to you, right?"
"I don't know, I seem to be tormenting you quite well right now. I have you begging," Pierce points out in sign.
"But I'm not having fun!" Hortense yells. "You're supposed to do what I want you to do.. to me.."
"I am? Why?" Pierce asks in sign and grinning.
"Because that's the whole point," Hortense claims. "Getting people to do what I want because I know how to hit all the proper pressure points! They're supposed to enjoy it! To give up control.. without really giving up control at all!"
Pierce rolls his eyes, sits down, and tickles Hortense's nose! He also grins again and waggles his eyebrows.
"And because you find me sexy?" Hortense tries, and licks her nose. "Because I'm cute and crazy and command a harem of bunnies?"
"See? I have you begging still," Pierce points out. The tickling stops and ... back comes the dribbly wax to torment her again!
"Oooo! Do you want me to beg some more?" Hortense asks, wiggling around again now that the hot wax is back.
And Pierce answers by not answering. Instead, he resumes a very slow and torturous torment of the feline as hot wax, ice, hot water ... and later even a pepper-laced cream are brought into play. He's methodical ... and so very quiet too. Before he even bothers climbing back onto her to finish things out, he's got the trussed up kitty squealing like mad.
"I'm gonna be crying for days," Hortense claims - probably from the pepper-cream, but it could be a general compliment. She tries to participate, despite being trussed up, but there isn't much to be done beyond vocalizing.
Yes, yes she will, because it goes from torments in one position, to torments in many, with the does helping pose her so she can't escape. The poses are ... creative to say the least! Some effective, some downright silly, but hey, it does test out the flexibility of all the odd restraints on her! It's only towards the end once she's blindfolded ... and there is several minutes where it appears, and feels, like Pierce is going to shave her bald does he finally relent and actively try to push the poor feline over the cliffside he kept taking her up to and backing off at the last second to frustrate her.
The final yowl is almost painful to hear. And when the woman finally catches her breath again, she contorts as best she can to give Pierce a kiss. "Wow. That was so.. so.. Did-A-Chick.." And with that, the euphoric green haze falls over Pierce, meaning Nicora will be the one to wake up again.. eventually. In the haze, things don't seem to matter so much.
"/Ah, Dagh take it, I don't want to wake up back in that horrible room,/" Pierce/Nicora thinks as the 'dream' breaks apart. Sometimes fantasy is just so much better than actual life.