The wall restraints aren't meant to be too uncomfortable. Willow's arms hang low enough for her elbows to bend, but far enough apart that she couldn't reach her wrists with her teeth to undo the leather cuffs. For a shorter being the story might be different, however. After securing her, Sackcloth gathers the messy bed cover and heads out, leaving just the not-particularly-dry straw behind. The unicorn knows the door isn't going to remain shut for long though.
"Oh sure, make it so I can't clap my hands in harmony," Willow remarks a bit dryly, still playing up the whole annoyed prisoner. Granted, it's not much to act when you are an annoyed prisoner. "So, the spies are the small ones, and they don't know they're spies. Complicates things, but just means we have to knock them out at some point. That just leaves, er ... drat, I've lost count," she thinks.
The next person to enter at least reminds Willow of Mr. Velvet. Mr. Sprocket is a much more mature Cervani - he's got a 6-point rack and is bigger than Mr. Bright.. and has clearly been talking to those who came before him. He's ready to rut, and comes right up to Willow and kisses her.
Willow goes gurglmppththth in the most dignified way possible! "Good lord, has this man never been taught how to treat a lady?!" she wonders, eyes wide! She ends up arching up against the wall and sliding her back up it a little, along with lifting one hoof and making it scrabble on the wall.
The buck's response is to nibble on Willow's neck while grabbing her rump.. and squeezing. He certainly hasn't said anything or introduced himself - Willow can only assume he's the other Cervani that Velvet mentioned.
Willow grabs onto the straps connected to the cuffs that hold her hands. The nibbling makes her make other sounds and more arching. "Who are you?" she finally manages to ask, once her lips aren't locked up. The butt-grab makes her voice waver from lower to high pretty quickly, though.
The buck does let go of her butt for a moment, but only so he can get his arms under legs, so that her knees fold over his elbows. Then he's grabbing again, now that she's holding on to the straps to help support her weight. "Sprocket," the man confirms in a deep voice, and then he's inside of Willow. He's definitely bigger than Mr. Bright, if not up there with the Rhians.
Willow cries out in surprise and shock, having not expected that! She squirms trying to get, well, comfortable, while whimpering. "How long have you been stuck here?" she gasps out, trying to distract him as she tries to very slowly deploy the shadow into the man to examine him. Given his size, it'll be a slow crawl up that thing.
"Too long," the man grunts and starts to back up, pulling Willow with him until her arms are nearly stretched to their fullest. Then he starts thrusting slow and hard, bouncing her up each time. "Seems like years," he says.. or at least long enough for his Chronotopian accent to have softened, unless he'd already been away from his homeland for some time before being.. recruited.
"You don't have much of an accent for a Chronotopian," Willow notes, letting her own accent, Sylvanian, become a bit stronger ... to see how he reacts. Inside, her slow 'worm' of shadow is still inching its way up, and slowly diffusing, to examine the man in more detail.
At least his groin doesn't seem to have a history of damage. "It wears down with.. unf.. time," he admits, and then turns his head to look at Willow with just his left eye. "You.. from over the mountains. Northern Shore? Sylvania?" he asks, his own accent creeping back. Whatever he may think of Sylvanians, it isn't affecting his ardor any - he's still building up more steam as he goes.
"Many places, but most currently Draco County, Sylvania," Willow claims, "Ambassador." She pushes the shadow slowly further, so she can slowly examine more of him. "How did you get stuck here?"
"You serve the witch," the buck notes, without any real judgment in his tone, despite Chronotopia's mistrust of all forms of magic. "I'm.. I was.. a failed Landsknecht," he grunts. He doesn't seem to have noticed the shadow at least.. and so far he's healthy. "Mercenary. Still am, I.. think," he says.
"I serve the Countess," Willow corrects, not unkindly. "What do you mean you think? do you not know what you are?" she has to ask; looking for any signs he was really a Rhain, given his size.
"Haven't been paid," he notes, before really shaking Willow up and down in a flurry of thrusts. "Just.. keep an eye on Raiders.." he grunts.
"What do you remember, then? No one here is paid as far as I'm aware," Willow stammers out as she bounces like mad for a few moments!
Willow finds her arms going slack again as she's pushed back against the wall, but higher than if she were just standing. "Police," he says, rutting upwards again and nose-to-nose with Willow. "Policeman for.. something," he seems to struggle to remember. "Captain? Warehouses. Food.. ja, food shipments. At the ground-port.."
With the shadow getting almost to his neck, there still hasn't been any obvious sign of physical trauma, but his memory issues are suggestive of brain trauma or tampering.
"You don't have to tell it to me, but ... do you remember your actual name?" Willow asks. "Some ... do not. That's scary." She then arches and ends up shuddering a few times as the actions on her body, plus the shadow feedback, overwhelms her for a few moments. She forces herself to focus and not lose sight of her examination goal ... and keeps slowly moving the shadow forward.
"Mine name," Sprocket repeats, using more Chronotopian words now. "Sprocket.. from Great Gear.. ah, joke. Failed knight, so Sprocket, that's what I was called," he mutters, and knits his brow. "Something.. Juh-.. no, Kar-.. nein.." The more he tries to remember, the harder he ruts. But so far he's not pressing Willow hard against the wall, otherwise her back would be getting rubbed bare on the stone.
"Another that cannot remember. That's worrisome," Willow gasps out. "I am sorry that all of you have suffered somehow. I hope that I do not meet the same fate." Then she's quiet for a bit, as things are really distracting now and making her clench. She tries harder to focus on the shadow and reach his ... brain, to see if it feels off somehow. "Have you ever met the .. ooooh!" she finally tries to ask. "Doctor?"
"Of course," Sprocket says, right before another flurry. Having her breasts bounce up and down isn't exactly comfortable.. but when they're rubbing against the buck's chest while doing so isn't too bad. There's.. a scar.. on the back of the man's skull. Nothing easily sensed from the brain matter that would have impacted though, so it could be old injury that he's recovered from.. aside from memory issues.
"Did he ... work on you?" Willow gasps our and arches. This would all feel rather nice, except her chest hurts a bit! She waits a bit to see if he'll answer, and if not, she'll get him to nurse! That will solve the bounce.
"Not sure," the man admits, and then kisses Willow again.. maybe to stop the confusing questions, or maybe because he likes to kiss her.
Willow mmmphs! She didn't expect that, so she can't get him to nurse right now. But at least it allows her to distract him a little more while she finishes examining him for any other injury signs.
A little further probing finds some damage to neck vertebra, but that could be from antler-grappling. If he was training to be a Landsknecht, there's no way to know for sure when some of the damage could have happened. He does break the kiss though, and pulls Willow away from the wall again so he can dip down to nurse without pausing in his rut.
Willow goes yeep! as she goes back! She gives up on her probing at this point and just lets him nurse and rut ... as she ponders. Was his neck actually broken? Is he another man 'saved from death'? Just not enough to tell.
After tugging and suckling for a minute, the rutting suddenly stops.. and the buck starts to pull out before finishing!
Willow squeaks! "What are you doing?!" she demands to know. She was starting to enjoy that!
At least the shadow was mostly withdrawn, so there isn't an incriminating strand still attached when he pulls out. The big buck then sets Willow's hooves on the ground as he moves between her and the wall.
Willow stares at him for as long as she can, but she can only twist so much. "What are you doing?" she asks the Cervani rather nervously now.
This time Sprocket's hands fall on Willow's hips as he lifts her up. He's back inside of her in an instant, but the position is awkward. The unicorn is leaned forward with her arms pulling back from the restraints, and her feet are off the ground once more. The buck's grip then shifts to her thighs, using them like handles as he starts rutting again. If only she could have been turned around to face the wall for this!
Willow finds herself leaning forward, and very uncomfortably at that! "This hurts you know!" she complains, her voice pitch going up and doen as she goes, well, up and down! She guesses he wants the wild rut experience, but she's not in a great position for it! Still, she grits her teeth and 'holds on', so to speak by trying to keep her arms from bending too far and popping something.
There's another little oddity; Sprocket is rubbing his antlers along Willow's horn as he goes. But with the complaint about pain, he shifts again. This time he's leaning back against the wall, so that the mare is sort-of riding in his lap.. if at a bit of an angle, while he holds onto her breasts. It relieves some of the strain on her arms at least, but the bouncing is back.
The bouncing is better than the arm strain at least, and complaints change to a little more moaning and shivering. The horn rubbing is ... odd, though. Then she suddenly wonders ... maybe he's the bedmate of Mr. Bright and he does this to him. This conjures up all sorts of odd mental images!
The Aeonian probably is a bit more feminine.. or androgynous.. in comparison to the broad-chested buck. But.. Cervani does don't have horns to rub on, so the behavior is either unique or just a weird urge. The squeezing and bouncing is causing milk to wet Willow's breasts though between the hard fingers. At least things are back on track to a satisfying conclusion though!
Willow shifts here and there to find good balance between bounce and arms so that she can actually enjoy it ... and so she focuses on just that! She also uses the shadow again down below to encourage him by increasing things he feels down there, making things feel tingly and special; like many might think a unicorn would be! Eventually, she does have to ask, "So, uhm ... do you and Mr. Bright do this...? I ask because of the horn rubbing..."
"No," the buck answers, and perhaps due to the extra stimulation below stops rubbing in order to lick Willow's horn.. just before he starts to erupt into her.
This causes poor Willow to cry out suddenly! She's not sure he was being truthful, but she doesn't really care at the moment, either. She's just sort of lost in the sudden wave of bliss that rolls through her!
Mr. Sprocket makes a deep bleating sort of sound, and momentarily ruts even harder to get it all out, as it were. But afterwards his breathing is a bit labored.
Willow eventually goes limp and sort of hang-sits there, gasping. "Good Gods," she mutters. "I didn't know Cervani were this big, or ... filling."
"No diplomacy with Chronotopia then," the buck notes. He lifts her up to extricate himself, but does come back around in front to kiss Willow again while kneading her breasts.
"Most Chronotopians do not like Sylvanians," Willow points out. "So not many official channels are open"
"Aeonians are exceptions," Sprocket declares, and finally smiles to Willow. "I will suggest to Mr. Sackcloth that you not be restrained."
"It is unlikely I will be released, but, thank you," Willow says and smiles back. "And why Aeonians? Simply because we are rare?"
As the Cervani turns to leave, he says, "Because we would want to please you." And then he's gone.
Leaving Willow to ask, "Why?" to the empty room.
"Hmm?" comes a voice from the door, which is open a crack. It has a purring quality to it.
"Nothing. Who is there?" Willow calls back.
The door opens a bit more, and a golden eye and some orange fur are visible. "Depends.. What's going on here?" the voice replies.
"Nothing at the moment. Sprocket just left after, er, his visit," Willow replies and peers at the door, trying to sense this person.
It's definitely someone big, and.. a carnivore. So most likely one of the Raiders or their support staff. This is cleared up though when the figure sort of quietly sidles into the room and closes the door behind him. It's the tiger, Mr. Stripe. And he's wearing clothes, so probably wasn't on Willow's dance card. He looks her up and down before approaching her.
Willow looks at him a bit oddly. "What's going on, Mr. Stripe?" Willow inquires, curious. "How come you're here?"
"Curiosity," the cat notes, stopping just out of kicking range. "You smell like milk. And your chest is wet," he points out.
"Well, yes, that happens when people are nursed on," Willow points out. "Are you afraid of me, or something?" she asks.
"You're a magical beast," the tiger claims, whiskers twitching. "So they've got you chained up, and are coming in and nursing on you?" he asks. "Screwing you too, I suppose.."
"A beast, am I?" Willow asls, nonplussed at that. "And yes, they're screwing me too." She's finding this a little suspicious; why would he even care? Is he an agent?
"Want me to set you loose?" Stripe asks, still not approaching closer.
"I wouldn't mind, but why would you?" Willow asks, suspicious.
"Maybe you'll give me something for it?" Stripe suggests with a grin.
Willow's brow arches a little. "Do I look like I have anything to give?" she counters.
"Yessss?" the tiger suggests. "Could you bob up and down a bit?"
Willow squints and looks at the tiger. "You're weird," she says, then relents and actually does bob up and down for a little bit.
"Oooo," the man says, and risks coming closer. "You won't kick me or spear me, right?" he asks.
"I'm not going to get my horn all bloody, no," Willow says. "And no, I won't kick you, either."
With that out of the way, Stripe hops forward and starts playing with Willow's breasts. "These are really nice," he notes. "Anyone tell you that before?"
"Now and then," Willow claims, her head tilting. "Have you not seen breasts up close before? Mine aren't anything more special than many other women."
Stripe shakes his head, acting a bit like an adolescent. "Nope!" he admits, and keeps one hand on them while using the other to undo the buckles on Willow's wrist restraints.
"Er, how old are you?" Willow finally asks, finding his actions in stark contrast to his appearance.
"Pretty old!" Stripe claims, and once Willow is free he lifts her up until her horn scrapes the ceiling, just so he can lick at her nipple.
Willow has to duck her head! "How old is pretty old?" she asks, "I, for example, am somewhere around a thousand years old..."
"That's really old," the tiger says, lowering Willow a bit and licking his lips. "Is that why your hair is white?"
"No, we are just very long lived. We do not age physically," Willow notes as she peers at Mr. Stripe. "So, do you want to ride the Aeonian too?" she asks a bit bluntly.
"You're too small," the man laughs, and sets Willow over on the edge of the table. "Unless you use magic?" he asks, but doesn't seem to be serious. He does go back to licking though. He's got a rough tongue.
"I am quite capable of handling a Rhain, and you aren't bigger than they are," Willow points out.
The tiger stops licking to look at Willow again. "You can carry a Rhian on your back?" he asks skeptically.
Willow stares at the tiger, then laughs. "Wow, you must be a child. I was asking if you wanted to, as you put it, screw me," she explains.
"Ohhh," the man claims. "I.. dunno.." he admits. "I might get in trouble."
"Why would you get in trouble?" Willow asks.
"Because I shouldn't be in this part of the base," he says. "I just wondered why the Cervani guy was naked and stuff when I saw him come out of here. He's usually near the sortie area watching us." But he does push Willow back towards the top of the table.
Willow goes back onto the table top. "If you aren't supposed to be here, why are you in this part of the base in the first place to even see the Cervani come out?" Willow asks.
"Curiosity," Mr. Stripe admits while he gets his pants down. "He's usually there to keep us from going in, but he wasn't this time.. so I thought that meant it might be alright." He looms over Willow, and squeezes into her rather forcefully.
Willow squeaks at the squeeze! Gasping afterward, she says, "I ... suppose that makes sense. So, how did you get stuck in this base, anyway? Kidnapped like I was?"
"Stuck?" The word seems to confuse Stripe for a moment, maybe making him think she means that he's stuck in her. "Oh.. Mr. Razor brought me," he says, and then pins Willow's arms to her side by laying his own against them so he can grab onto her shoulders from the sides. He growls and starts.. well.. pounding into her. The table legs squeak as they scrape back and forth against the floor. Stripe is not gentle.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Willow thinks, one eye getting a bit wider than the other as she grimaces! While she struggles to try and probe him with the shadow, she stammers out a question of, "Oh, so you know his brother too, then, Stitch?" If she had toes, they'd be splayed and wiggling right now.
"Yah," Stripe growls, his pupils widening. Not all Khattas have slit pupils, apparently. It's hard to get the probe in place, since things just aren't smooth and there's a lot of jouncing about. His face is really close now, jaws opened to show big teeth, and his black lips pulling back as he pants.
Willow is actually getting a little nervous, as somewhat prey instincts are reacting to such big teeth that close! She focuses more on trying to get some sort of kenning link with him, but with her eyes on those large teeth ... she might not manage it!
It gets worse when the teeth move out of her line of sight, but she can feel them against her throat. It's a very tense moment, until the tiger suddenly goes limp and just lays atop her motionless. "Damnitall," a harsh Vartan voice says. "Gonna bust my knuckles on this thick skull someday."
Willow lets out a surprised shriek and immediately stops anything to do with the shadow! "What happened, what happened?" she babbles out.
"Hold yerself," the voice says, and the tiger is pulled off of (and out of) Willow. She then notices some spots of blood on your shoulders where Stripe's claws broke the skin. "What happened?" Razor mimics. "You nearly lost yer throat, is what happened. Did you get him all worked up, or did he jump you?"
"Well, I offered to let him mount me, but that's all. Does he usually kill?" Willow asks, wide-eyed. "The other tiger wasn't like that."
"Stripe is messed up," Razor claims, and taps on the side of his own head. "He gets crazy when excited, then.. turns into someone that couldn't have done it. He's mental, right?" the Vartan says.
"Why is he messed up? What happened to him?" Willow asks, eyes still wide and her body shaking now.
Razor just looks down at her. He's bigger than Stripe. "Happened to 'im? Maybe nothing. People don't need reasons to go wrong, sometimes it just happens. Stripe went wrong in a very specific way though, which is easy enough to manage by keeping 'im away from girls."
"He kills girls?" Willow asks next as she steadies her breathing, and closes her eyes to help with that.
"Well.. that was a side effect, yes," Razor says, and looks around the room now, spotting the restraints. "He let you out of those?" he asks, using his thumb to point to the leather straps that are still swinging slightly against the wall.
Willow nods. "Yes, he did," she agrees as she slowly sits up and rubs her shoulders where she was clawed. "Why?
"You're going back into them," Razor says, and gestures impatiently for Willow to get to her feet.
Willow gets up. "Why?" she asks, "I'm no threat to you."
"Threat to me?" Razor asks, and points to the still unconscious tiger. "You're a threat to him," he claims, and pushes on Willow's back.. thinking that she was restrained facing the wall. "Sackcloth will have him killed if he finds out he was in here with you. And he'll ask me to do it."
Willow grumbles and heads back to the wall, but turns around and faces outward. "I wasn't facing the wall," she remarks a bit dryly. "And how am I a threat to him? He was the one going to kill me, remember."
"Because you tried to seduce him," Razor says, and holds up Willow's right wrist to strap it back in. "You didn't know what would happen, and the Stripe you were luring in also didn't know it would happen. So.. who is guilty or innocent? So best for everyone if it just didn't happen, eh?"
"Seduce him? Hardly," Willow scoffs. "But fine, no point in arguing it."
With both wrists secured again, Razor leans in and puts his talon against the wall next to Willow's head. "So.. going to seduce me? What's goin' on here?"
"No, I'm not going to seduce you. Sackcloth thought it would be good for some staff to nurse on me for vitamins and the like. Some also decided to bed me. That's all there is to it," Willow retorts, looking Razor right back in the eyes.
"Eh?" the Vartan asks, looking skeptical. He grabs one of Willow's breasts and squeezes to confirm things. "Aeonians can't get pregnant, how can you give milk?"
"Ever seen a black Aeonian before?" Willow inquires a bit haughtily after wincing from the squeeze.. "We're special."
"Hmmm," the Vartan goes, still seeming skeptical. He then reaches down and feels her between her legs.
Willow goes up a bit and squeaks! "What?" she blurts out. "You don't go groping a lady."
"You aren't afraid, just like on the airship," Razor points out. "Just like Bright. Too.. jaded, is it? Did Stripe scare you?"
"I'm old. I've lived through the Necromancer Wars," Willow points out. "It's hard to get scared, except in specific circumstances. He didn't scare me at the time, more just nervous."
"And do I scare you?" Razor asks, and snaps his beak a finger-width away from Willow's nose.
"No." Willow answers and holds her head high while looking at him from her right eye. "I know you can't risk hurting me."
The back of Razor's talon brushes Willow's cheek. "Well.. I suppose my men don't need vitamins." He then reaches down to undo his belt.
"Nor do they need to stick their things in me," Willow replies, left ear twitching. "Mr. Stitch already did that, anyway. And enjoyed it entirely too much."
"Too much?" Razor asks, and lifts Willow before pushing up into her. "I'd like to see why. And because you don't like me."
Willow grits her teeth and snarls a little as things stretch rather uncomfortably. "I don't like any of you raiders. Uncouth, and dumb," she says rather flatly. "And all messed up in the head."
"You think I'm messed up in the head?" Razor says, his huge eyes looking right into Willow's as he takes her. "The Raiders are expendable. Especially to your horny stallion. But I'm not."
"Why not? I can't imagine you're any less expendable that Mr. Stitch is," Willow counters and looks at the Vartan right back.
"Is Bright going to lead the Raiders then without me?" Razor says, and wraps a talon around Willow slender neck.. but doesn't squeeze. "Train the new fodder to die on command? Bring him back his precious data? He and I are the only ones who matter here. And my brother, of course."
"If he is your brother," Willow says, keeping her eyes steady and locked onto his. "And not some fool you've convinced that he is. No one here seems to remember much, except for Mr. Bright, you, and me." While she's talking, she starts trying to sneak in the shadow to examine this one in more detail now too.
"You Aeonians don't have families, do ya?" Razor says with obvious distaste. "Don't have to have a shared parent to be brothers. Vartans build their families where they can, outside of the aeries." The flesh at the edges of his beak twitch up in a Vartan smile. "You and I, both Exiles. Every Vartan you'll meet is one." Things.. don't feel right to the shadow. Confused.
"I've lived for an eon," Willow says, "Seen many come and go. Friends die, those I supposed I loved, die. Memories die and fade. I've seen more wars than you can even dream of, and more death and destruction than you could fathom. I walk in eternity; your kind are fleeting embers, flickering phantoms that will be only a moment in my lifetime. So, of course we do not have connections to others as you would understand it." She slows the shadow down while she speaks, trying to make more sense of why it feels confused.
It's almost a texture sense, using the metaphor of the shadow as a tongue. The flavor is right, but the texture isn't. Razor is a Vartan, doesn't have any taste of Life Magic.. but at the same time he can't be a normal Vartan. The changes feel like.. multiple Vartans. A chimera.
Willow's ears twitch, slowly as she peers at Razor as if she were looking into his soul. Now she's also trying to feel his aura to go with the shadow 'taste'. "And you ... you are more than you seem. Curse my fading memory .. where have I felt this before...?"
"Felt what?" the man asks. His aura is.. a bit dark, but that suits his personality and association with death. There are slight discolorations though, similar to the very subtle 'striping' that some females have due to natural chimeric qualities - but those don't show up in Vartans or reptilian species generally, being mammalian features.
"Someone who is the sum of many," Willow replies vaguely. "You are not normal."
"I'm exceptional," the Vartan claims, and starts pumping harder and deeper. With no traces of magical manipulation, Razor is probably a fetal chimera - twins that merged together in the womb. Or possibly triplets, but that would be very rare for Vartans - unless this is the usual outcome of such extreme fertility. So Razor is his own brother (and maybe a sister too).
Alptraum winces and actually growls a bit at the pain from the vartan's movement. "Why do you work for this 'Doctor'?" she asks as she squirms from the pain "I doubt it is because of Stitch."
"Maybe I like what I do," the brutish man claims, and actually moves even harder at the signs of discomfort.
Behind him, Stripe sits up and yawns, as if he just woke up from a nap. If gets tangled in his pants, and takes a moment to finish pulling them up before staggering out of the room.
"So you simply like being evil and cruel to everyone. Bet you'd throw your brother to his death if it suited you," Willow hisses out between clenched teeth.
"If I did.." Razor says, leaning in to whisper into Willow's ear, "I'd just get the Doctor to bring him back again." Then he does squeeze Willow's throat enough to make talking difficult.
Willow coughs and sputters as she is choked ... and instead just glares at the man!
She's kept that way until Razor finishes, and he even squeezes tighter at the last moment.. maybe trying to force an orgasm out of the unicorn. He then leaves her against the wall as he pulls his pants back up. It could also have been a ploy to keep her disoriented until he was out of kicking range though.
Willow goes limp and sags, gasping for breath as the Vartan finishes dressing. "Well, I didn't learn anything useful from him, other than he's not a slave. He has no reason to be here other than he wants to be. What an evil bastard," she thinks. "Cruelty will be your downfall," she manages out and lifts her head.
At the door, Razor turns to look back at Willow. "You make the same false assumptions as Mr. Bright, you know. Those may or may not be your downfall, though." And then he leaves without further comment.
"Hmph. And what false assumptions are those, I wonder," Willow mutters to herself. "It probably doesn't matter, I'll kill that one personally when the time comes."