Getting Wretch to nurse off of her completely upset the mating schedule. Instead of ten minutes every hour, it was now an hour of passionate rutting followed by three to four hours of peace while Wretch recovered. This gave her time to really examine her cell. The ceiling mounted shackles could be adjusted by where the chains were set on wall hooks - but they were also locked in place on those hooks by sturdy padlocks. The overall dampness of the place also made it unlikely that a fire could be started with ancient, soggy straw and candles. As it was, Wretch had to take the candles to the door and hold them up to the spy slit to have them lit by a taper that the door guard poked through.
The soggy straw had another use though, as it seemed attractive to vermites. A little pile set in one corner was an effective lure, and also kept the critters in a convenient place. Eating them was still a challenge - certainly one worthy of Gorphat, given the horrible reaction Cerise had to them.
For the first half of the day she had her freedom of the cell, aside from the now less frequent rutting sessions. Wretch always slept afterwards, sometimes with labored breathing. He even missed a meal because of it. So when the spy slit opened again, the Skreek figured it was someone checking on why the food hadn't been touched.
"He's been trying doubly hard to knock me up," Nox calls towards the door and gestures toward the sleeping Wretch, pausing in her pacing and nervous fear. "It's taken a toll and he's resting. Don't blame him, blame me. He just wants to save me from the pit." Her hands still hurt a lot, though at least the fingers are back in their joints. She still can only flex them some, though, and the tips burn if she tries to grab anything.
"Great," the voice of bigger guard growls. "Go to the stock, put your hands on top with your back to the door," he orders.
"Fine," Nox calls back gruffly and goes to the stocks. She figures she'll behave for now, it's not like fighting will do much unless she unleashes the shadow. So, the rat takes a deep breath and heads to the stocks, then places her hands upon them, back to the door. Her heart is already pounding and her tail lashes. Even when you have incredible abilities, when you are forcing yourself to be normal, this comes with the fears of being normal.
The door opens, and the breeze nearly extinguishes the one guttering candle in the cell. But the big guard is quick, and grabs Nox's hands off the stock and pulls them sharply behind her back. There's a second guard, but he's unlocking the shackle-chains. "Not a squeak," the big gray guard warns, giving the rat's hands a twist in emphasis.
Nox's breath draws in with a hiss between her jaws which clench from the sudden pain in her hands from the pressure on existing wounds and her wrists. She glares at the guards, her nostrils flare, bit she doesn't make a squeak. "This won't be good. But ... you can endure, you are strong," the rat tells herself.
"You need a new attitude," the guard growls. Meanwhile his partner has let out the chains some, so that there's more play in how far the shackles can reach. That's when Nox finds herself spun about and then knocked back onto the floor hard enough to take her breath away.. but worse, she automatically tries to break the fall with her hands, which then scream in agony. The guard grabs her by the ankles then, and hoists them upwards.
"And you need to die," Nox thinks as she clutches her agonizing hands to her chest as she tries to catch her breath! Her tail lashes about, but ... she isn't fighting the guards as they hoist her legs up. "Time to hang me upside down," the rat thinks grimly. She is grateful she is normally a bat.
As expected, the shackles go onto her legs, just above the heel. They're tightened to fit without cutting off the blood.. but instead of hoisting her up to hang upside down, the second guard goes behind her and opens up the stocks. The big guard grabs Nox's throbbing hands and lifts her up by them. A few moments later and she finds herself 'hanging' from her wrists in the stocks and her ankles. Her head wasn't put through though. The nature of the chain attachments means that her legs are spread high and wide.
"Or ... they're going to rape me," Nox thinks as her ears fold back. This is ... uncomfortable, the strain on her already hurting hands make them hurt worse. It also puts tension on her back, and the pull on her feet isn't much better. At least her head isn't in the stocks this time.
The room gets brighter as another candle is lit.. this one fairly large and wide. The smaller guard holds it, then carefully brings it down between Nox's legs. Hot wax begins to drip onto her nethers.
Nox jerks and her tail lashes about! That wax hurts! It burns when it hits skin and hair, but at least that is brief as it cools and hardens fast enough. She's still glaring at them hen she can muster the strength to lift her head up to look at them. Still no squeaking, but she is breathing, short hissing breaths between her teeth.
The big one watches Nox's reaction while the other continues to carefully apply the wax to her labia. Once the first layer is down, it protects her from the heat of the following layers, which are applied a bit more liberally. It's almost a relief, until the guard moves up to repeat the process on her sensitive nipples.
Nox' teeth grit and she growls, though is is a quiet sort in-between hissing drags of breath. She then realizes they're going to probably rip the wax off ... and all the nearby fur. She knows how bad that can hurt from her time as Nicora. Her fingers and tows wiggle and splay, and her tail lashes.
Amelia says, "Settle down," the head guard commands, and painfully pinches one of Nox's ears. Once both nipples have been coated, the big guard wraps his hand around the Skreek's muzzle and yanks her head over to her left. The chain that threaded her nose and connected her ears is long gone, leaving the grommet empty.. but it's pretty clear that the candle-wielding bat is going to start dribbling hot wax into that next."
"What are they doing?" the skreek thinks, eyes wide and her ears are still back. To protect her nose she actually flares her nostrils to make the grommet more accessible.
It still burns. It also goes slower, since the guard has to stick one gloved finger into the opposite nostril to keep the wax from just going through. It builds up quite a plug, and Nox will be smelling candle wax for some time. Once a sufficient amount of wax is in place, the big guard pulls her snout so it's pointing towards the ceiling again, but doesn't loosen his grip. This is because the wax-dripper has to use his other hand to pull one of Nox's ears taught while also blocking the other side of those grommets. He not only fills the holes with wax, but builds up a bridge between them along the thin skin of the ear.
This makes Nox wince; that wax is hot. But, they're protecting her piercings. Why ... who knows, but it cannot be good. Right now it's best not to fight it and let them to it. That doesn't stop the pain, but does at least stop her growling.
The end of the growling seems to please the big one. He even grins. Then positions shift around so the candle can be used on the opposite ear. Only half of the original candle is left now.
And Nox holds still, looking straight upwards. She isn't even glaring; she's just trying to breathe slow, steady, and let them fill her piercings with wax for whatever reason. She also has to admit, the wax smells moderately better than her own urine, of which this chamber and she reeks of.
After the second ear is done, the smaller guard goes back to test the hardness of the first pouring, the wax crotch shield. "Hold her still," he tells the big one, then starts to carefully peal it off.. as if more concerned about ruining the wax mold than anything else. Of course a bit of fur is pulled off with the mold.
Nox's tail flicks and her toes splay ... but that's all she moves. "Ow, she thinks as the wax comes free, along with some fur. If she fought, it would be worse!
"If you struggle, we'll have to start all over," the big guard teases. The nipple molds come off easier, but the nose plug as to be worked out slowly and carefully to avoid tearing the piece that went through the grommet hole. The urge to sneeze is maddening.
It's also hard to hold your nostrils flared for some time as Nox finds out! She closes her eyes and starts counting backwards from ten in every language she knows as a distraction from all of this.
Finally the plug comes out! The ear ones are less awkward for the guard, since he can pull the ear off instead of prizing them out. Once he has the full set of molds, he heads for the door, which opens and closes, leaving just the big guard with Nox. He legs go of her muzzle, only to give one of her breasts a painful squeeze. "Having fun?" he asks. "You looked like you were enjoying it."
"A little," Nox ends up admitting with a grimace from the pain due to the grip on her chest. "What was that for?"
"Hmm, I don't like that answer," the guard says, and a leather-clad fist smashes into the side of Nox's mouth hard enough that she can taste blood.. and bits of broken tooth.
Nox's head surges to the side away from the hit. She starts coughing and gagging, then spitting our bits of tooth. Her head is ringing and it's a few moments before she can even use her tongue to see how bad of a hit she actually took.
Things are definitely swelling, it feels like three of her teeth are a bit short, and a fourth is missing altogether on that side. She soon feels gloved hands grabbing onto her hips, and then the guard starts to rape her. It's clearly not meant to be pleasurable - it's angry and the guard means to hurt her.
This is where Inala's blessing helps; it's hard to cause her pain with any sort of sex ... but Nox knows how to fake it. Given that she's bleeding from the side of her mouth as it is and there's swelling, a grimace is easy because that does hurt! She also times her breathing and whimpers to come in time with his hard thrusts so that the man thinks he's hurting her that way!
"That's more like it," the man says. "That's what I want to hear, not growls and hisses!" He keeps pushing harder, until there's slack in Nox's arms, but her legs are being stretched to their limits, with the shackles biting into her ankles painfully.
The whimpers and grunts continue! Some of it is faked, some of it isn't! Her ankles hurt, her hands hurt, and her face hurts! She draws on this to sound 'pitiful' for this guard.
The guard doesn't seem quite satisfied though. He starts thrusting very hard, causing the Skreek's head to actually thump into the stockade each time. "You can do better," he growls, and leans forward to bite one of Nox's breasts.
This ... well, Nox cries out because she assumes the man wants her to cry out! "Ow, dagh take this bastard!" Nox thinks, eyes winces shut in pain. Her mind roils with ideas about how as Alptraum she could torture this man, and the will it takes to keep the shadow in check is, straining! But, she keeps it in check, and for all intents and purposes sounds like a crying, whimpering, rat.
A hand grabs the back of Nox's head then, forcing her head forward. "Don't close your eyes on me!" the guard snarls, sounding like he's about to tear her throat out. "Look at me! Show me your eyes!"
Nox opens her eyes wide! That's the best way to show fear, really .... wide eyes! And there's some truth to it. she's held the shadow at bay; she is as vulnerable as any normal skreek and this ... monster has all the control.
The bat's angry eyes look deep into the Skreek's, as if searching for any flickers of defiance. Apparently he's satisfied, however, as he finishes almost explosively. After he gasps a few times, he finally lets go of Nox's head.
It feels so vile to let this monster release within her! It makes her feel sick. This is impressive since she has bedded demons before, and would prefer them over this Eeee! Her breathing is ragged, blood is dripping from her tattered jaw, and her head falls back limply.
The guard pulls out, pulls his pants up, and knocks at the door. The outside guard opens it and the cruel Eeee leaves, with the door slamming behind him. A few moments later, Nox can hear a rag being dunked into the water bucket. Then Wretch approaches and starts to wipe up the blood from her swollen jaw.
Nox jerks her head briefly away from the rag. Her eyes close and she takes a few breaths, then stops jerking her head. And since she's once more stuck in these chains, and has no idea when she will be released, the rat relieves herself. Partially to clean herself off a bit down below; her own urine is preferred to any of that vile creature's seed that may have leaked out. It leaves her lower area feeling wet and warm.
This becomes Wretch's next cleaning target. Soon Nox is wet and cool. Then the slave rinses out the rag, but leaves it twisted up. He uses this to clean out inside of Nox.
Nox .. doesn't mind this, as disturbing as it feels.
There's a bit more cleaning up to do, but eventually Wretch takes up his position between Nox's legs, and starts kneading and suckling on her breasts before rutting her. He doesn't seem to care that she's dangling painfully from her wrists and ankles and shoulders.
And she knows he can't remove them anyway. Doesn't really help ease the pain she's going to have when he really starts going at her again! As with the Eeee, and the previous times, there will be no peak or pleasure, just the degrading act of trying to be bred like some sort of livestock. "You only still have weeks of this," Nox thinks grimly as her head hangs.
It's almost possible to ignore the rutting Skreek after awhile, up until he reaches the end of his endurance about an hour later. For a moment, Nox actually has to bear Wretch's weight on her before he catches his breath and staggers back to his pile of soggy bedding.
And this leaves Nox oozing Wretch's fluids from between her legs as she hangs there. She takes several deep breaths to try and calm herself. Still herself. Remind herself that she can stop this any time; she is just enduring so that she can bring the operation to an end.
It's another hour or so of hanging.. it's difficult to tell time. The candle has guttered out, leaving her in darkness until the door opens and light comes in. An actual lantern this time! But the sound of scutes on stone is enough to tell Nox that it isn't one of the Eeee guards.
Nor does the chemical scent that assaults her nose. "So, the doctor deigns to gift me with her presence again," the skreek remarks a bit dryly from where she hangs. Her arms and legs hurt, the tingly sort of semi-numb kind of pain from the stresses placed on them. She rolls her head, trying to get a look at the doctor.
The red scales shimmer like wet blood in the lantern light. "Ssstill talkative," the Naga comments, and goes around the back of the stocks to check on Nox's hands. This involves pinching each finger for some reason.
"Ow, dagh take it, that hurts!" Nox barks as the naga squeezes her extremely sore fingertips. That feels so wrong without any claws being part of them.
"Pain iss a good sign," the doctor claims, as she works her way back around to the Skreek's side. She gives a cursory look over the bruising on her jaw and what's left of the black-eye bruise from the previous day. "You recover quickly," the serpent notes. "Your bowels have been in dissstresss though. Not ssurprising. Open your mouth."
Nox just glares at the naga. Intently. It seems like she's not going to open her mouth ... but eventually she does. The skreek just isn't giving her complete satisfaction.
Of course, the doctor grabs the upper and lower jaws and pulls Nox's mouth open to the point where it feels like her jaw is about to dislocate. The black tongue flicks in and out of the gaping space. "No permanent damage. Adrenaline scent.. but not asss much fear asss expected." She finally releases the Skreek's jaws.
"You sadistic, slithering, reeking, reptile," Nox growls at her when her jaws can finally close. As if they didn't hurt enough already, that yank made them hurt on both sides. The rat is glaring at the bloody-looking serpent again. Her heart is pounding and her tail lashing.
"Poor behavior," the doctor notes, and wraps the talons of one hand around Nox's throat and squeezes it shut.
Nox ggrks and gags! This causes the skreek to thrash a bit in the restraints!
The doctor keeps the strangle-hold until the thrashing stops.. which means Nox actually blacks out! When she comes to again, the doctor is gone, but a fresh candle is providing light.
Nox blinks slowly and looks around blearily. "How long was I out?" she wonders. She also tries to focus on her body and make sure it's the way it was when the doctor entered.
Everything still hurts, but there aren't any new sources of pain. The cell door opens again soon, and the two Eeee guards enter, carrying things.. but too low for Nox to be able to see around her body.
"Gods, now what?" Nox wonders as she rolls her tongue in her jaws, feeling the missing spots again. Her heartrate is already increasing with the guards being her, and not knowing what it is they may be carrying. It cannot be good, whatever it is.
The big guard comes up along Nox's side, while the other goes between her legs, and starts draping what feel like leather belts across her belly. The two halves of a wooden restraint collar are held up by the big guard though, festooned with attachment rings. "A gift, just for you," he says with a leer.
Nox' eyes open wide as she spots the wooden collar and feels the leather belting draped on her body. She wants to comment on how that's hardly a gift, but after earlier she figures silence is safer at this point. "I'm not worth of a gift," the rat claims instead, then swallows.
"Well, it's better to give than to receive, isn't it?" the cruel bat spits, then starts to attach the collar around Nox's neck. It's thick.. extending several inches out all around. It's pegged closed with a hammer. Meanwhile, the Skreek feels the belts being strapped to her lower body - around her waist and thighs, and between her legs. It becomes apparent that the straps have been fitted to actually latch onto her studs. The reason becomes clear as things are tightened in such a way that her sex is spread open - a sort of reverse chastity belt.
Well, the thick collar has one benefit, it keeps her head from flopping back so much. But, that's about the only benefit. As the peg sets, that's worse, meaning it isn't expected to come off any time soon. Her worries over that collar are quickly lost when she feels tugging down below. This causes her to grimace and her toes splay. Soon she feels very open and exposed down below, to the point she feels the cool air of the cell within parts that she shouldn't. "Dear Gods, this is worse," the skreek thinks as her tail lashes about beneath her and she's pulled open, to well, gaping is probably appropriate in description. "Open to all, ready to be used," the rat thinks, feeling sill again, powers or not, this is degrading.
Another harness is belted around her shoulders and across her chest. This one comes with a ratcheting piece as well, like the shackles, which can be tightened to control how much breath the Skreek can draw. Other loops are added to this, which wrap around breasts and squeeze them worse than any corset. Smaller wooden blocks with attached rings are then placed in her ears! Pegs are aligned to fit through the grommets there, and the pieces are squeezed together with some sort of vice. It's all rather involved.
"What are they doing to my ears?" Nox thinks, the rat actually feeling a level of panic that surprises even her. Those blocks are now affixed more or less permanent to her ears she fears and the weight is noticeable and uncomfortable. Then there's the harness, something to control breathing ... and the compression on her breasts, it's worse than when Nicora needs to be milked. Her tail flicks and her fingers and toes wiggle, about all she can move. She's actually afraid to say something.
A peg goes through her nose grommet as well, and a D-ring is fitted to it.
The peg pushed into nose causes the skreek to gasp; she wasn't expecting that either, and given the size it does restrict her from breathing through her nose a bit. Her eyes are wide and her breathing is rapid; the rat is actually afraid right now, her jaws parted as she has to breathe more through her mouth than before. She she wasn't smelling of adrenaline before, she is now.
Once the gear is all affixed, the smaller guard knocks on the door. "You're up, Rattlebone," he says through the opened door.
Nox blinks. "Rattlebone? Who is rattle bone?" the skreek wonders as she tries to calm herself.
There's a familiar rattle in reply, and the big diamondback Naga slithers into the cell.
"Dear Gods," Nox thinks. "Him!"
This time, Nox gets to see the fangs unfold. The Naga injects her in several places, as before - and his expression seems to be one of pleasure while he does it. Naga generally can't bite so often in succession, so Rattlebone must be carefully regulating how much venom goes into each bite, suggesting a medical background.
"Ow, ow, ow," Nox thinks as the bites come. She remembers this venom; it doesn't mute pain at all, it just makes it so that she cannot move on her own. "This is bad," the skreek things, trying hard to not panic at all; but she's certain tot he naga she reeks of fear.
After the injections are done, the Naga slithers off toward Wretch's corner, where the Skreek is huddles up. There are squeaks as he gets bitten, although there probably isn't any venom involved. Rattlebone just likes using his fangs.
As Nox feels parts of her body lose all muscle control, she ... feels bad for Wretch. That poor rat has been through so much. Probably worse than she's going through right now.
The two guards go about releasing Nox's feet, and just let them drop. This eventually puts her on her butt on the floor, with her arms bent painfully until they open the stocks to release them.
The big guard tests Nox's limbs, then nods to the other one. "She's ready, get the doctor," he tells him, and the shorter guard leaves to do just that, presumably.
The pain of her arms is not lost on her, even if her arms don't work. Nor is the unpleasant pulling and stretching of her labial straps going unnoticed, the flesh gets pulled in unpleasant ways. The pain is evident on her face gritted teeth, winced eyes, and even some whimpering. Her ears hang down due to the new block eights added to them; she can feel her ears against her head, almost touching her collar. "Going to the doctor?!?" the skreek thinks in panic.
"This part makes me a bit queasy," the big guard tells Nox. "But I gotta help hold you in place and all.." He doesn't seem all that disappointed about the prospect.
"That ... doesn't sound good," Nox thinks. Just what is the doctor planning?
It's several minutes before the doctor arrives, carrying a leather medical bag. She quietly sets it down on the floor and opens it, producing a bottle that smells strongly of alcohol. "We'll start with the left wrist," she tells the big guard, who dutifully grabs that hand and forearm to expose the bottom of the bare wrist. The doctor uses a clean cloth, and wipes down both the front and back with alcohol.
"Number Two, muzzle her so she doesn't bite her tongue," the doctor tells the smaller Eeee, who jerks as if suddenly waking up. He hurries to fetch the leather strap, and tells Nox to open her mouth.
This makes Nox blink. She cannot turn her head much thanks to that collar, but her eyes go to her wrist, and they're wide in horror. She draws in a deep breath and grits her teeth; not sure what the doctor plans, but cleaning some skin is never a good sign, and with this doctor even moreso. "Don't panic and shadow attack, don't panic," the rat thinks. Feeling of numb by the shock of everything, she just opens her mouth upon command.
The strap goes in, winds once around the Skreek's lower jaw, then up around the outside to be latched closed over the upper jaw. Number Two clearly doesn't want to be here for this, and quickly moves away once his task is completed.
"Gods, what are they going to do?!?" Nox's brain is screaming in panic.
The doctor is feeling both sides of Nox's wrist now, between her thumb and forefinger. "Ah, there.." she hisses, and reaches into the bag to pull out a rolled-up bundle. She unrolls it to reveal a series of silver spikes of varying lengths, but all disturbingly thick. There are other pieces as well, but they're smaller and harder to see. The Naga selects a spike, and then begins to slowly press it into Nox's wrist at the point she chose. And slowly in it goes, with surprisingly little blood. The Skreek can feel the doctor making minor course corrections to make sure it comes out on the other side in the right spot as well.
"Nnnngh, mrhrpoah!" Nox cries out in a pained muffle around that gag. It prevents her from screaming, which is making this worse. She can feel everything, and blood or not, this hurts bad. She can feel her wrist pulsating around the metal intruder that slowly makes its way through her wrist. The skreek's eyes are wide and bloodshot, and tears are welling in the corners.
It takes at least two minutes - but seems like an eternity - for the spike to pass through. After a little cleanup with alcohol (which burns now), a silver washer is added to the base of the spike that sticks out from the bottom of the wrist, and then a wider ironwood sleeve goes over the last half-inch of spike and is secured with screws in the side. A similar setup is done on the back of the wrist, but this time the sleeve has a sturdy ring attached as well.
It's probably good the skreek cannot thrash about as she would be. The poison stops muscles, but she feels all the pain and her wrist throbbing around the bar that goes completely through it. "Dear Gods, I cannot believe they are doing this!" the skreek thinks in horror. She keeps staring at that affixed 'control' ring on the bar.
Once the appliance is tightened, the big guard lets go of Nox's hand and tugs on the ring, making sure it will hold the weight.. this means lifting Nox half-way off the floor by it. "No new blood.." he reports.
No new blood is a good thing to hear, but not having a bar completely through her wrist would have been better! The rat is in panic, and her breathing is rapid. Her nostrils are even flaring at intervals around the peg and ring there, looking almost lapi-like in twitching.
Satisfied, the doctor moves on to the next wrist. And after that to the feet, where the spikes go through above the ankles, and get rings on both ends. "Roll her over," the devil-doctor instructs, and Nox is rolled onto her belly. Or more precisely onto her breasts, as the straps strangling them bite in further.
The insertion of each rod causes the skreek to cry out in intense pain each time, though her strapping muffles her quite effectively. Both wrists burn and ache, now do both angles. She thought it was done here and she almost starts to ease on her panic, until the doctor oders her over onto her breasts. Now those burn too, feeling like they're being strangled and ache ... and being unable to soothe them by moving to change the pressure, it's unrelenting. "Now what?!?! How is this not enough?" the rat thinks. She's looking at the floor, the collar preventing much head movement, and she cannot see anything that might be being prepared.
What she does feel is indication enough when the doctor grabs the scruff of her neck, pulling the loose skin tight. It's not as bad when a spike goes through that.. and this one feels curved. But the doctor keeps going further down her back. Even if they are just going under the skin like a 'regular' piercing, these spikes are big.. they must be eight inches long!
"RNnrrnnr!" Nox says, it might actually be a pleading of no and for the naga to stop. Each spike feels huge as it's inserted into her back, just under the skin. It's slow, and it feels like it'll be endless. She's in pain tot he point it's hard for her to even count how many are being placed. It just seems like one after the other.
It's actually only five of them in her back. These are then tested, as the big guard squats down over the Skreek and lifts her up by each of the skewers, which have rings at both ends (but just a single ring in the scruff of her neck, which isn't tested). Once that's done, there's a pause which brings a bit of hope.. until the doctor's cold hands grab Nox's tail.
"Dear Gods, not the tail. Spare the tail. Please spare the tail," The skreek pleads in her mind as tears run down her cheeks. Everyplace hurts. Any movement means she feels the shift of those bars within her body, telling her she is controlled, just an animal ... livestock for use.
Something is clamped around the tail about mid-length. It feels like a pipe. Something is down to seal it, and then screws are driven through the tail to secure it in place! Nox can feel them actually grind against the bones. And of course there is a ring on the clamp.
"Nnnnngh, mghththtp," pleads the skreek in agony. It hurts and she can feel the weight. The only good thing she can think is that it's only one bit attached to her tail. But only a small mercy given how long the pipe around her tail mid-section is; it severely limits her tail movement. Her days of tail lashing are probably over.
This indeed seems to be the end of the doctor's involvement, at least. She can be heard packing up her medical bag. "Do the usual tests," she says to the guards before slithering out.
"Curse you, you scaled beast. How can you do this to people!?" Nox' mind screams as her body continues its symphony of agony. She has never been so heavily pierced, and what the doctor put in does not look like it is intended to ever come out.
The Skreek feels the guards lifting her legs, crossing and folding them towards her back.. and continuing until her back is severely arched. There are clicking sounds, and a sudden tugging at the skewer over her shoulder blades. The guards let go.. and it's clear her feet have been connected to her back.. probably by carabiner clips, since her heels aren't digging into anything. Then her arms are pulled back so the wrists can be connected to her ankles. "What about her nose, we never had that one before?" Number Two asks, and the big guard (Number One, presumably) says, "Hand me that lanyard." And thus, the tail ring is connected to her nose, via a long leather cord that's threaded under her other limbs and over her head. "We'll do the ears later, I want her on her back for that," Number One says.
The whimpers and muffled cries that come from Nox are not faked. This hurts, and hurts bad. It's awkward, arching, even her head is arching back and forcing her lower jaw to hang open since it cannot go as far as the upper one can. The pull of her legs also stretch and pull the labial bands, which stretch her labia out and back a bit, looking strained and thinner. "Dear Gods, did other skreeks go through this?" Nox wonders in a haze of agony and pain, "How?!"
The rattle of chains comes next. The shackles are apparently removed and clips put in place, since they clip onto the 'inside' rings of Nox's ankles ( the outer ones already being clipped to her wrists and back). It takes some hoisting, but Nox soon finds herself off the floor, swinging back and forth a bit.
Just when Nox thought it couldn't get any worse, it does. Every part of her body has tension on it, painful tension. The bars are fresh and they pull inside throbbing flesh. It's all Nox can do to breathe and not pass out from the pain! This is incredibly worse than anything she has felt before.
The guards push, pull and check the bounds of movement and balance, then make adjustments as needed to fix and slack. The next phase, naturally, involves raping the Skreek. Number One is sadistic about it, unsurprisingly, while Two seems like he's trying to enjoy it. Even Number Three, the door guard, gets a turn.
And there is nothing the skreek can do about it. Her body is violated over and over until she's leaking disgustingly from her painfully stretched-open nethers. There's no pleasure of any form that she feels; everything is just pain. A haze of disjoint agony. She's probably even urinated during at least one of the 'conquests' due to all the pressure and pain, but she wouldn't be able to say when, or which.
It might have been on Number One, because he punches her in the face again.. but this time it's just in the eye that was already swollen. Eventually the guards leave, leaving Nox hanging there. Due to the awkwardness of the position, even Wretch has to go back to his hourly schedule. "They'll change the position tomorrow," he tells her, trying to be consoling.. but it also means she'll be hanging like this overnight.
"This is not much comfort," the skreek thinks. She cannot talk now, she just swings in agony, and has to cope with matings every hour. Perhaps her exhaustion will allow her to sleep through the night at some point, even with Wretch going at her. And there are so many days ahead, so, so many days. And this isn't even as bad as it can get, which is horrifying in its own right, it's just warmup for the real pit, where true agony is.
Sleep comes harder that expected, but after awhile Nox can't really tell the difference between dreams, waking and hallucinating. Every day brings with it a new contortion. Her ankles are tied to her ears one day, or to some other sensitive part - each one putting more strain on the reverse-chastity belt. Her hands are always immobilized in some manner, either attached to her collar or to the straps at her thighs or to her back. But it does help her develop the ability to inch-worm where she needs to go, when she's not being suspended. This helps catch vermites with her mouth, although eating them is not getting any easier or more pleasant. As a 'break', for one day she's suspended just by her wrists, and just high enough that her toes don't reach the ground. This so so the guards can take her from the front and behind at the same time. When Wretch isn't mating or feeding her, he has to clean her up. At the end of the first week, she's actually taken unclipped.. except for her wrists, which stay con
Snected to her collar. This is so the doctor can examine her again. This time she reaches up inside of the Skreek to probe her cervix. "Still not pregnant," the doctor notes a bit indifferently.
This makes Nox go up onto her toes. "You are a sick creature," the skreek manages out. Her voice is weak, but she's still trying to keep some of her fight, in spike of the humiliating control they have placed upon her. It's also disturbing that the bars have at least mostly stopped hurting, other than dull aches when they are put to use. Actually using her hands are also strange when she can, finger movements cause things to rub against the bar, which just feels odd. She isn't trying to pull away or off the serpent, though, merely comment.
The talking makes the doctor take a closer look at her jaw. "You've lost a few more teeth," she notes. "Did they fall out on their own, or jussst from being sstruck?" she asks. Number One does have a tendency to punch her, but it's become so routine the Skreek has lost count.
She's probably lost about a quarter of her teeth! Which means she probably isn't going to lose more to punching, since all the punchable places have been used up. "It isss an important indicator of health and stresss," the doctor claims. "And also of malnutrition. You may attempt to ssstarve yourself, but that will not be allowed."
"You're not going to win, no matter how much you hurt me," Nox tries to claim, while the naga's hand is still up inside her, her nethers still held nice and open by her leg and his straps. "I'm better and stronger than some snake like you."
"Win?" the doctor asks. "We are not in competition with one another, Nox. There is not winning or losing. You will ssserve me, one way or another, and when you are used up I will replace you."
"You can't use me up," Nox claims, trying to look like she's got some pride, even in her weakened and battered state. "I am not some livestock. You'll see."
The Naga pulls her arm out of the Skreek, and cocks her head slightly while wiping it clean. "You will wish that wasss not the case," she claims. "You must try harder to conceive. From now on, you will be tended 'round the clock. With enough activity, Skreek or other, you should ovulate."
"I am not some sort of breeding livestock," Nox says, weak but firm, "I am a person. I can talk. I feel, I am." As she shifts, her multitude of rings attached to bars jingle and clank; a sound she has grown all too used to. Behind her, her tail flicks; not much as the pipe in the center prevents some movement.
"Personhood does mean you are not livestock," the doctor claims as she prepares to leave. "I will inform the guards to be more tender with you."
"Then I will be allowed movement?" Nox asks, her turn for her head to tilt.
"Your legs can remain free, if you do not abuse the freedom," the doctor comments. "The guards may restrain you as they see fit though."
"Which means I will be fully restrained. They are as cold hearted and vile as you are," Nox says darkly, through tired. "Curse you, your family, and everything about you." Her breathing is, well, as much as her chest restraints are allowing. The skreek manages a glare at the doctor, and dreads the coming week.
Wretch tries. He nuzzles and coos and cuddles, rubs and massages. But that just seems to emphasize all the straps and implanted restraints. As for the guards.. Number Three is either the most naive, most trusting.. or most afraid of crossing the doctor. He also tries, but is awkward. He does nurse though, which eases some of the pressure on Nox's bound breasts. Number Two takes no chances, and makes sure the Skreek is muzzled and her legs are immobilized, usually by strapping them to Nox's ears. He doesn't linger, but just wants to get things over with. Number One.. he's still an evil bastard. He likes to bind her hands to her feet while she's kneeling, and takes her that way. And just to spite the doctor, perhaps, he uses the alternate entry most of the time. There are still periods of being immobilized in positions that make it impossible to rest.. but during those periods Nox is able to extend her senses better.. and begins to pick up the fleeting presences of the Sacred Horribs.
As the second week beings to run out, the Skreek knows where she is in relation to the horribs' search pattern.
"Thank Gods," Nox thinks when she starts sensing the horribs. She's in pain; she's always in pain. This time it's her backside that aches bad as Number One, well, has been over-using it. It doesn't have as much protection as her Inala blessed parts so. "Thank Gods," the Skreek thinks when she has an idea of where the horribs are. She can relay that quickly to Tulani in a brief moment of rest, should she get any. It may not be this week, though, not with how hard they are going at her. She barely sleeps and is dazed and groggy often.
Nox also finds, along with her usual aches and pains, that she's coughing more. The chest strap makes it more painful due to the congestion, but it must mean one or more of her vermite 'snacks' was dosed with the spores for Skreek Flu.
"Heh, I'm thankful for being sick. There's ... well, no, not a first," Nox thinks; she's almost always grateful for a Gorphat 'gift'. Couching makes her chest hurt, moving her legs at all makes her nethers hurt. She's never felt so exposed or so violated. This has been a week worse than she could have imagined. And as time goes by, it becomes worrisome that the feeling of those implanted restraints is almost 'normal'.
Nox also makes it a point now to cough on the guards, even if it means they'll hit her.
Number One is the most offended by the coughs. He starts to make sure that Nox is always facing away from him during his 'sessions' with her. One benefit of the collar and wrist bars: she can't be put in the stocks anymore. That doesn't stop the guard from hanging her upside down though. It never lasts for long, since the next guard has to let her down anyway. At the end of the week, the doctor returns. "Can you sstand up on your own?" she asks Nox.
It's a struggle and she's very wobbly, but out of sheer will, Nox manages to her feet. "Yes," the skreek growls, sounding tired as she wobbles from side to side. Her hands are, as always, firmly secured to her collar, rendering them mostly useless. She's had so little use of them for a while her clawless fingers curl lazily.
"Lie back down now," the Naga instructs. "And spread your legsss." Time for another diagnosti-grope.
It's a challenge to kneel back down, but she's had plenty of practice. It's laying on her back that's uncomfortable; it moves those large bars around in her back some. By now she's healed enough that it's not agonizing, just a dull discomfort. She has to sleep on her side when she can. The shifting also puts a lot of strain on her nethers as the straps stretch and pull in painful ways. But eventually, she manages to lower onto her back. There she spreads her legs for the naga, and the straps spread her very well-used opening wide for the serpent.
In goes the scaly hand. Claws and fingers poke about, but not for long. "You are not pregnant," the doctor says. "I cannot wassste more time on a futile effort. Wretch can keep trying for a few more dayss, but then I will move you."
And Nox's response to that is to urinate on the naga's arm. She can always claim it was because of the fear of being moved. Which might not be far from the truth, but she had always planned to be transferred to the pit anyway.
"Infantile," the doctor hisses, and cleans off her arm. "You can do without water for awhile. Wretch.. tell the guard when you are ready to return to Moggie."
Nox manages a weak, but defiant laugh. "Tick tick, your time grows short," the skreek claims. A comment that will probably just be passed off as insanity.
After the doctor has left, Wretch cleans up the mess again. "Do you want me to keep mating with you?" he asks, a bit sadly.
"You can if you wish to, Wretch. This is not your fault. I have faith that Mabb will see me through this, and so should you," Nox says weakly as she struggles to sit up. "You were the bright spot in this place, and if the next few days can bring you some enjoyment to be with me, then please. No straps would have been needed to make me open for you." Once she's up she even leans in and nuzzles his cheek gently. She even smiles her battered smile.
And so Wretch tries to make Nox feel better. Her hands are still bound, but at least she knows the Skreek isn't doing this because he was ordered to, or because he was trying to 'save her life' in an odd way. "I won't see you again after you're taken away, most likely," the man laments.
"Have faith in Mabb and you might," Nox replies to the skreek, "And have faith in me.". She then kisses the disfigured rat; gentle and loving. It's funny how this time, with all her embedded rings, bars, and the straps, Nox actually manages to finally enjoy the mating. She even manages a peak or two. They're weak, but they are there. Until the doctor comes for her, she plans to have as many of those weak moments as she can, to bolster herself for what is to come.
There's Skreek-cuddling afterwards, which makes for a bit of extra comfort - and the ability to actually get some sleep, and pass on her information.
The next day, Nox feels a slight burden lifted: Tulani knows where she is. She can feel the horribs patrolling nearby all the time now - since they can presumably 'see' the markers that Skreek Flu leaves on others - assuming any of them ever leave. But at least they won't easily escape. This leaves the Skreek herself to deal with the actual flu though. Wretch helps, but he has to leave to eat and drink, since Nox is on a doctor-ordered fast, including water. But one day Wretch leaves to eat.. and doesn't come back. Instead Number Two is posted in the cell to oversee the Skreek and make sure she doesn't try to kill herself.. or keel over from her illness. Which of course she does..
When the fever finally subsides, Nox finds herself on a cool stone slab in a dark room.. or large closet. She still has all of her new jewelry installed, and her hands are clipped to her collar, but she has no way of knowing how long she was in her fever-coma.
"Mmmmgh," Nox mutters from the cold slab upon she lies. The skreek tries to flex her legs, move her body, and if possible, sit up. It's disconcerting to have been out, especially when she has no idea how long. "How long was I out?" she wonders as she tries to test her body for movement. At least at this point her 'implants' don't hurt when they aren't in use.
Something has been added to her collar, she discovers when she moves: a bell. After struggling to sit up, the door to the room opens and a red Naga looks in. It isn't the doctor, but a smaller Naga with a slightly withered appearance, as if it were preparing to shed its skin. "Rat wake?" it asks.
"I'm awake," Nox answers as she blinks, trying to het her eyes to focus on the naga before her. She also coughs a bit at him; possibly to mark him, or just because she needs to cough.
At least the cough doesn't hurt now - the flu must be past the worse part. The young Naga just stares for a moment, then says, "Wait," and closes the door again. A few minutes later, it opens and the doctor is there. She slithers in and presses a cold palm to Nox's forehead. "Your fever has broken," she reports.
"Obviously," Nox remarks a bit sarcastically. She even flexes her fingers some, which then ache from days of non-use. "So glad you were so concerned about my health," she adds.
"I am a doctor," the doctor points out.. then abruptly slings the Skreek over her shoulder and carries her out into a larger room, where she just as abruptly deposits her into an empty bathtub.
This elicits a pained squeak from Nox! Being moved like that hurts. While her implants have generally healed and are part of her now, any harsh movement on them still hurt! And Gods, any sudden yanking on her nether-straps is a shocking king of pain.
Once she's gotten a chance to check her surroundings.. it does look a bit like a surgery. And Rattlebone is there, moving a big pot of water onto a hot stove. The doctor frowns at the leather straps now. "Those will need to be removed," she says. "They'll get in the way."
"In the way of what?" Nox asks warily and protectively closes her legs. "Well, good, some of this is coming off," she thinks, feeling at least somewhat relieved.
"In the way of the scalpel," the doctor replies, and seems reluctant to actually do it herself. "Why do the have to be so complicated."
This causes Nox' eyes to get huge. "A knife will be used on my nethers," the skreek blurts out in horror.
"Not.. exactly," the doctor says, and reaches into the tub to try and loosen some of the straps. She first manages to get the ones binding Nox's breasts off, followed by the chest strap - but that one she sets aside more carefully, likely planning to use it again. Things are more complicated from the waist down, and the Naga has some issues with legs. There is a lot of painful stud-tugging just from getting the thigh-bands off. The waist is easier, but when it comes to the reverse-chastity section, she gets frustrated and yanks it off with a quick motion. It feels like the studs are going to be ripped right out.. but the rings that were holding them release before that happens.
Nox can't really fight, but she sure squirms as the serpent struggles to unstrap all the leather harnessing. The chastity device, though, is the worst. With that gets yanked off it makes the skreek practically shriek in pain! "Dagh take you, you monster!" the rat squeals as her ringed back slams into the back of the tub painfully.
"Only if he paysss well," the doctor retorts. Then Rattlebone comes over and dumps the large pot of warm, soapy water onto Nox. He trades it for a scrub brush, and starts to work on the Skreek's feet, while the doctor actually lathers up her fur with her bare hands.
And with Nox's arms bound, she can't do much. Well, she could kick, but for now she doesn't. Even she knows she could use a bath by now. She smells just horrible. "Cleaning me up for clients, I guess," the skreek thinks darkly. It is nice to have all that strapping off, though. It's a rare moment to relax slightly.
The scrubbing is thorough - unfortunately. Because it includes her hands, and brings back some of the throbbing pain as a reminder of the fairly recent trauma.
"Ow ow ow, the Skreek thinks as her hands are worked over. She still has no claws and her fingertips are just sort of puffy balls of flesh. But, she bears it as getting a bathe is nice, so some pain can be ... dealth with.
Then comes the rinse, which isn't as warm as the first pot. Nox is helped to her feet, and a fluffy towel is carefully applied, so that it doesn't catch on anything. "You're ready enough," the doctor notes. "First appointment will be tomorrow, most likely." She turns to Rattlebone and says, "Send out the word to Madame G. I know she has been eager, and it's best to have her taken care of first."
"Madame G? My first 'client' is a woman?" Nox things, her head tilted as she considers the serpent. "Or, you could let me go before it is too late," the skreek claims, trying to still sound strong. Honestly, she's terrified. She has no idea what to expect.
"It's been too late for years," the doctor says. Her odd child just stares, not moving from his spot off in a corner of the room, where boxes and barrels have been stacked into a sort of fort. "I need to sterilize me equipment." She then hoists Nox out of the tub and carries her back to the closet or whatever it is. There's no offer of food, and it's probably been well over three days since Nox was given any water. "Do you pray to anything?" the Naga asks once depositing the Skreek back onto the slab.
"Of course. Mabb, the Goddess of all skreeks," Nox replies as she's set down hard onto the cold surface. She eyes the reptile critically, then has a short coughing bought; to mark the doctor herself.
"Try not to wear out your voice in prayer," the doctor advises. "You won't be given anything to drink until after your session, if you are lucky."
" ... Fine," Nox replies dryly and wiggles her fingers from where her arms are confined. At least with no water means she won't need to pee and get messy again. She looks like she wants tt say more, then Nox closes her jaw. She would turn her head, but the collar makes that prettymuch impossible.
The door slams shut and is latched from outside, leaving the room pitch black. Well, to sight. Nox can still 'see' the doctor as a glowing blob in the next room, and sense the orbiting horribs. Rattlebone is going to be leaving.. and if he's marked well enough from the coughing, Nox's big bug friends could follow him to Madame G.
Nox lays back, then onto her side. It's just too uncomfortable to lay on those rings and bars. And for the time being, she focuses on her senses around her, the people, who may come and go, and the general feel of each one, including the Doctor's son. That one actually elicits some feeling of pity in her, that he may not be well, or wanting to be part of this horror. He may be spared, depending on what she learns. The focusing will remain until she falls asleep; not much more she can do until her first appointment. Only the Gods know what that one will be.
There is definitely something off about the Naga boy's aura. And if he's older than Wretch, he should be a lot bigger. One of the horribs - likely Brutus - leaves the patrol pattern to follow after Rattlebone. As horrible as things are at the moment.. well, she's had a bath and feels clean, and things are moving towards uncovering the monsters behind all this. It's enough to let her sleep.
It isn't clear how long Nox has slept, but it hardly seems like any time at all before the door is opened and light intrudes on her stone nest. The doctor scoops her up before she's even shaken off the grogginess.
"Wha?" Nox says as she squirms on the Doctor's shoulders. Her hands are still secured to her collar, so it's not like she can do much. "What is going on?" the skreek asks as her senses start coming to and her eyes start to focus.
"Time to be useful," the doctor says. There are stairs.. they're going up one or more levels. They emerge into a hallway, and then into a room that is disturbingly white. The walls, floor and ceiling are covered in ceramic white tiles, and the lamps set in the walls seem to turn every surface into a glowing one. There's a table in the center of the room, atop some sort of apparatus, and Nox is deposited back onto it. The rings on her ankles are quickly secured to hooks on the edges of the table, which has a drain along it. "I cannot have Rattlebone tend to you for thisss," the doctor explains, and unhooks Nox's left wrist so it can be secured to the table instead. "But the more you squirm, the worse it will be.. however, the client likes the squirming."
Nox is looking around as much as her collar allows her to, extending all possible senses to learn about this place. The pure whiteness of the surroundings is ... unnerving to say the least, but she also isn't surprised by it. It's also when she sots the table that real fear starts to set in. A knot in her gut, terror for the unknown to come. Her left arm is stiff and doesn't move at first, but as the doctor pulls, her left arm moves without too much fighting from the skreek so that it can be secured to the table. "I need to identify this Madame G, to get an idea of the clients," she tells herself mentally, "So ... you have to allow this to happen." What this is, is unknown, but the table does not bode well, particularly the drains and the comment made by the doctor. Nox says nothing, she just looks at the doctor in terror.
Once the limbs are secured, the doctor produces a thick piece of leather, which goes into Nox's mouth. Ironically, it fits in just fine where the teeth are missing. The room reeks of antiseptic as well - although in this case it just means alcohol. Rattlebone appears, pushing a covered tray. "She's almost ready," the rattlesnake reports before leaving. Even the inside of the door is tiled, Nox can see. The doctor uncovers her tray, and puts on a surgical mask and gloves.
"This is bad," Nox thinks as she spots the tray and the 'implements'. She looks to them, then to the doctor, then to Rattlebone. "Strong heart, you can endure. Others have been here before and survived a while. You can too. You can endure." she tells herself in thought. Her heart, though, is pounding in her ears. The naga surely can smell the fear radiating off her by now.
Well, with the mask on the doctor's tongue can't flick out, so she might not be able to smell it. The door opens a short time later and an Eeee enters. She's wearing a surgical gown, mask, cap and gloves - the only identifiable thing about her is that she has light brown eyes that nearly match her fur.. and isn't exactly young. Those eyes smile when they look down on Nox. "She's almost pretty, for a rat. Such a wonderful pelt. And red hair.."
Nox cough-sneezes a little in the direction of this Eeee. "/Who are you?/" the skreek wonders. "Just what is it you seek here, from ... me?/" It's an answer she needs to know, but is also terrified to know. "/Steady, steady, you are strong,/" the rat thinks.
The doctor begins by producing as small razor. It's black.. obsidian glass, probably. Very expensive, and very sharp. She doesn't bother telling Nox not to move, and begins to shave a strip of fur on the left side of her abdomen, nearly at the side. The bared skin feels chilled, and the strip runs from the bottom of her ribs nearly to her hip.
This causes Nox to squirm and try to twist away from the razor. The restraints don't allow her to do much, though. Her breathing also increases, her nostrils flaring around that permanent d-ring and peg lodged in it. "Gods, steady, brace, something. You can endure. No shadow, keep control, keep control," the skreek thinks, her eyes wide. She's also now very much regretting putting herself in this position, but too late now.
The alcohol rub comes next, chilling the skin even further.. and then the obsidian scalpel is picked up. It looks too small in the Naga's hand - but her hand is very steady. This time she does tell Nox, "Do not move. Bite down instead," just before the point penetrates.. and penetrates deeply, cutting into the sheath of muscle itself.
Nox's jaws set hard and her eyes wince tight. She may not move, but she cannot be silent. There's a guttural sound rumbling from her chest to her jaws as the pain flares to life in her side. The leather muffles it some, but it seems to echo and rumble in this room. It hurts! Memories of each bar being shoved into her body comes back full force.
The blade is mercifully, extremely sharp. If this had to be done with a chitin blade, sawing through flesh like a steak knife, it would be far worse. And she's wet all along her side now, and feeling even more chilled. The incision is soon over with though, and the doctor calls for the speculums, plural - which Madame G hands over, like a trained nurse! These pry the incision open, providing an opening into the Skreek's guts. This is when the Naga and the Eeee trade places.
"Mmmmmmmmgh," Nox makes through the leather, a high-pitched whine of pain and. Her side burns and throbs where the tissue was split open. When the speculums come into play and stretch her side open, the pain intensifies. It's at this point she's thankful the thick collar she wears makes it so she cannot see what is happening. When the two now swap places, the skreek whimpers. What is this Eeee going to do to her, so spread and exposed on her side.
The answer is both simple and disturbing. A gloved hand enters Nox - gently, almost lovingly. Madame G feels around, breathing hard enough to make her mask dimple and flex like a diaphragm (which she's also touching.) Nox can feel her touching.. her liver, kidneys and eve her intestines. Why would her internal organs need a sense of touch, anyway? The Eeee woman is clearly experiencing something sexual from it all too.
Nox's nose is flaring and contracting like mad as she breathes hard through it, the sensations are disturbing and she cannot stop reflex, the skreek's body squirms, just some, what the restraints will allow. It's also painful in a way Nox has rarely felt; nothing from Gorphat has quite been like this. "What in Dagh's name is wrong with this woman?/" the skreek thinks in her periodic eye-wincing as she tries to endure this.
The squirming and panic-breathing cause another odd thing: her body cavity burps. And the inside of a Skreek is not something you generally want to smell. This causes Madame G, however, to shudder and moan - and there's a fear that she might clench her hand and tear something, but she still remains in control of that. After her moment, she begins to withdraw her hand. The doctor pushes down on Nox's abdomen from the right, probably to push out any trapped air as the hand is withdrawn.
Which, of course, hurts and causes Nox to squirm and whine as she bites down hard on that strip of leather again. Fingers and toes splay wide, then curl in as she tries to maintain herself; though by now tears are running down her cheeks. But ... at least it seems like this is over for now since the doctor seems to be taking back over.
The Eeee finishes pulling out her hand, the glove covered in goo. She then has to lean back against the wall due to shakiness. The doctor finishes her odd massage, and uses her tail to bring the surgical cart around. She applies something to the incision and holds it together for a few minutes, then starts stitching. It must have been some sort of Babelite surgical glue, hopefully.
Nox is familiar enough with goo to know some could probably be used for that. The skreek is still once more, save for her whimpering and soft crying. She's actually grateful for the leather in her mouth; being able to bite on it actually helped.
The Eeee pulls down her mask, giving Nox a good look at her face.. only to realize it's someone she doesn't recognize. Then the woman begins to lick her glove. The doctor ignores all of this, as she begins wrapping Nox's abdomen - which means lifting her up a bit, which hurts.. and trying to not get the bandage caught on her back rings, which is tricky. But the idea of sitting up, right now, is just out of the question.
This caues more pained hissing and whimpering from the skreek. Nevermind the restraints don't allow much, she physically cannot do it after having her side cut open. But, at least it does give Nox a chance to memorize the face of that woman. And perhaps, just perhaps, she could find her in dream some night.
Madame G is probably in her forties - it's hard to tell with Eeee, sometimes. There's a certain sharpness to her features as well. "That was wonderful, doctor," she says, still in a euphoric haze. "So rare. I have so few true pleasures anymore."
"Freak," Nox thinks, "Inflict pain on yourself if you like it so much, not others." Nicora, after all, enjoys pain given to her by Gorphat, but she she is much more wary of inflicting it on others. Right now, Nox is just trying to breathe, and that is painful and difficult.
The door opens, and Rattlebone waits outside to collect Madame G, who needs an arm to lean on. Once the door is closed, the doctor checks Nox's pupil dilation, and offers to take the leather bite-strap out of her mouth.
Nox's pupils are likely very dilated. Her jaw aches as it starts to part and release that thick leather bite-strap.
Once the strap is removed, the doctor asks, "Can you speak?"
"You are all freaks," Nox rasps out, weak, but still with a bit of fight in her.
"No," the doctor claims, peeling off her gloves. "Freaks are created by nature," she explains. "We are monsters. Oh, some might think themselvesss gods.. but monsterss is what we are. It iss an important distinction."
This makes Nox laugh, it's raspy and it makes her side hurt. "Tick tock, soon enough you will know real monsters," the skreek claims, possibly holding to to something in her faith?
"There are no monsters worse than us," the doctor says.. bitterly? "We chose to become monsters for our own selfish reasons. And once you become one, you can't go back, even if the original reason is long gone or came to nothing."
"Your child," Nox rasps as her eyes turn towards the serpent. She's struggling to speak as she says, "Though you think me just a dumb rat, I am not unaware of your child. He is sickly. This began for you to help him, I suspect. Understand I hate you, but ... your child I would weep for. He deserved better than you."
"He's a true freak," the doctor says. "Innocent of what he is. Have anything more to say? I'm going to put the strap back in before I leave. You can't be moved for a few hours at least, nor given any liquids. It's posssssible that your digesstive tract is shut down completely for now. You will have a day or two to recover before the next event."
"I don't see a freak, I see a child to be cared for," Nox remarks, her eyes still on the serpent. The skreek then sighs softly and opens her mouth for the leather strap to be put back in. So this is what she will be doing? Rich freaks feeling her guts? Lovely.
The strap is put back in place, and the doctor removes her mask and finally tastes the air. "This room will have to ssscrubbed down again," she laments, and pushes her instrument tray towards the door. "Get what rest you can," she advises just before leaving.
Nox didn't know when she had it good. She would prefer the harness straps and her reverse-chastity belt to this. How long will she be here? How long can she endure this? She has to identify those that fund it, otherwise it'll just start again somewhere else. This has to end ... and that means the rat has more suffering ahead. She lets her eyes close and she just focuses on breathing and extending her senses once more. It's a way to escape the pains of this body and find strength to continue on.