Arcane Enforcer's Pet Chapter 6 - Erosion

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"Please, I'm sorry! Take it out!" Zelia screamed.

Zelia’s voice trembled as she cried out, her words a desperate plea for mercy. "I can’t… I can’t… take it…" Her body tensed under Caitlyn’s unyielding grip, her knees grinding against the cold, unforgiving floor. The vastaya’s tail flicked erratically behind her, a sign of her pain and inner turmoil as the strap-on pressed slowly into her ass.

Gods, she was stupid. She had gotten too used to being able to vent her outrage and anger at Vi... it wasn't anything exceptional for her to call the Enforcer a bitch, and a treacherous dog. She just hadn't ever considered how Caitlyn would react to her lover being treated that way... not with good grace, as it turned out! "I didn't mean it! I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry!"

Caitlyn’s voice was calm, almost clinical, as she spoke. "You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth," she said, her tone cutting through Zelia’s cries like a blade. "We all know who the real bitch is here." With each word, she tightened her grip as her fingers ran through the hacked-off remnants of Zelia's hair, forcing her head back just enough to leave her vulnerable but not enough to grant her any control over the situation. Zelia’s hands clawed at the rough concrete beneath her, nails scraping against the uneven surface as she tried to find some semblance of balance and failed over and over again.

The strap-on pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, its relentless advance leaving no room for escape. Her body parted for it despite the resistance it clearly wanted to put up, Caitlyn’s strength beating the pained fluttering of her asshole. This wasn’t just sex—it was domination, pure and simple.

Caitlyn’s hand tightened on her head again, pulling her head back further. "This is what happens when you disrespect us," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Remember that next time you think about opening your mouth." Zelia could only whimper in response, her body surrendering to the inevitable as the strap-on sank deeper into her virgin hole.

“I should have guessed you'd have this tight of an ass,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice smooth and teasing, though there was a hint of something darker underneath it. She adjusted her grip on Zelia, tugging harder, forcing her even further back, until it felt like her spine might snap. “You’re not making any part of this easy for any of us, are you?

Zelia gritted her teeth, doing her best not to scream despite the burning pressure inside her. The humiliation of it all still stung, especially knowing that Vi was watching from across the room, her arms crossed over her chest with an expression that could only be described as smug amusement.

Caitlyn’s bare chest gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, her toned muscles flexing as her tugging made the Vastaya's neck and back arch unwillingly. Caitlyn’s black sweatpants clung low on her hips, the fabric taut over her powerful thighs as she shifted her weight forward, using the leverage to push the thick strap-on deeper into Zelia’s asshole.

Each inch of intrusion was slow, forcing Zelia’s body to stretch in ways that left her trembling and breathless. Her body strained against the stretch, her fingers clawing at the cold floor as she fought to find some semblance of control. But there was none to be found—not here, not now. Caitlyn’s dominance was absolute, her movements calculated and unyielding.

Zelia’s golden eyes flicked up, catching a glimpse of Caitlyn’s smirk as the woman leaned closer, her breath warm against Zelia’s ear. “You really think you can get away with disrespecting us like that?” Caitlyn murmured, her voice dripping with mocking satisfaction.

Caitlyn’s free hand slid down to rest on Zelia’s hip, her touch firm but controlled, guiding her movements with almost surgical precision and efficiency. “You’re going to learn your lesson today,” Caitlyn said, her tone calm yet laced with menace. “And maybe next time, you’ll think twice before mouthing off.”

Zelia’s only response was a choked whimper.

“You’re so tight,” Caitlyn taunted. “It’s almost like you’ve never been used before. I would have thought a little slut as eager as you would have been taking it up as the ass every day. How does it feel, little thief? Are you enjoying being stretched open like this?”

Zelia bit her lip, trying to suppress the cry that threatened to escape her lips. The pressure inside her was unbearable, each movement of the strap-on sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She felt utterly stuffed, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She felt almost as full as she had when Vi had fist-fucked her.

Caitlyn gave another sharp tug on Zelia’s hair and skull, using her grip to pull her further onto the strap-on. Zelia’s body shuddered as she was forced to accommodate the full length, her asshole aching and burning from the invasion. She could feel every ridge and curve of the dildo as it pressed against her insides, leaving her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

Across the room, Vi continued watching with her satisfied grin, her arms still crossed over her chest. Zelia couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment at the expression of amusement on her face, but she knew better than to say anything. Not now, not when she was at Caitlyn’s mercy.

Caitlyn’s hips surged forward, driving the thick strap-on fully into Zelia’s asshole with a force that made the vastaya cry out. The sudden fullness was overwhelming, her muscles clenching uncontrollably around the intruder. But before she could catch her breath, Caitlyn began to move, pulling the dildo slowly back out, teasing the edge of oblivion, only to thrust it rapidly back in with a brutal snap.

Zelia’s body jolted with each impact, her breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Caitlyn’s grip on her hair was unyielding, yanking on it with every thrust, ensuring Zelia remained firmly in place. “Hold still, bitch,” Caitlyn growled, her voice a low hiss against Zelia’s ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The rhythm of Caitlyn’s assault quickened, the slow, deliberate strokes giving way to a rapid pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Zelia’s cries of pain mingled with involuntary moans of pleasure, her body betraying her as it began to respond to the relentless onslaught. The sound echoed off the cold walls of the room, a pathetic symphony of submission.

Caitlyn leaned in closer, her breath hot against Zelia’s neck. “You like this, don’t you?” she said with a confident smirk. “You love being used like this. That's why you haven't given me back my mother's key yet, right? Because you're afraid that if you do, we'll stop treating you like the little whore you are. It's ok... you can admit it.”

Zelia scratched at the ground in her pain, the rough concrete beneath her digging into her palms.

Caitlyn’s relentless pace continued, yanking the vastaya’s head back with each thrust. Zelia’s body shook, her asshole stretched and burning as Caitlyn’s strap-on pounded into her. The pain was sharp, but there was an undeniable thrill in it, a twisted sense of submission that made her feel both humiliated and aroused. "Please!" she shouted despite herself. "Please... just take it out!"

“You want it out? Then you need to prove you’re a team player,” Caitlyn growled, her voice low and commanding. “We don’t take disrespect lightly, and we sure as hell don’t let little thieves off the hook so easily. You want this to be done, then you’re going to earn it.”

Zelia’s breath hitched as Caitlyn pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look up. Vi was stripping out of her clothing, leaving it in a messy pile at her ankles. Then the muscular Enforcer settled onto her knees, completely naked. Her toned, athletic body gleamed under the dim light, her skin smooth and flawless. Zelia couldn’t help but notice the subtle curve of Vi’s hips, the way her muscles flexed as she adjusted her position. Her touseled red hair framed her face as she spread her legs wide, exposing herself without hesitation.

Zelia’s eyes were drawn to the two small piercings in Vi’s labia—delicate silver rings that caught the light as they swayed slightly with her movements. The sight sent a jolt of arousal through her, mingling with the ache in her ass as Caitlyn continued to fuck her. Vi’s expression was one of smug satisfaction, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Zelia squirm under Caitlyn’s control.

Without warning, Caitlyn grabbed Zelia by the rough remnants of her hair and shoved her forward, forcing her face down between Vi’s legs. Zelia’s nose brushed against Vi’s wet folds, the scent of her arousal overwhelming. Caitlyn’s hand shoved forward, pushing her skull firmly into place. “Lick her,” Caitlyn commanded, her voice sharp and beyond doubt. “Apologize. Show her what you showed me earlier."

Zelia hesitated for only a moment before obeying, her tongue darting out to taste Vi’s slick heat. The sensation was electric, her arousal spiking as she began to lap at Vi’s folds, focusing on the piercings that teased her tongue. Meanwhile, Caitlyn’s thrusts never slowed, the strap-on continuing to pound into Zelia’s asshole with relentless force. Zelia’s body shuddered under the dual assault, trying desperately to focus on pleasuring Vi while enduring Caitlyn’s punishing rhythm.

The scent of Vi's arousal filled Zelia's nostrils, overpowering the smell of fear and humiliation coming from her own body as Zelia dragged her tongue along Vi's slick folds, desperately trying to please the Enforcer… just as she had with Caitlyn, not long ago.

The air was heavy with the scent of sex, a heady mix of arousal and desperation… humiliation burned through her as Zelia tried to appease her captor, but it was eclipsed by the frantic need to gain some shred of mercy from her captors. Vi's arousal filled her nostrils, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat and the metallic hint of blood from Zelia's abused hair. She probed and swirled her tongue, seeking out Vi's most sensitive spots, trying to coax sounds of pleasure from the imposing woman. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, driving Zelia to continue her desperate attempts to earn mercy.

Behind her, Caitlyn ruthlessly pounded into Zelia's abused asshole with the strap-on, each brutal thrust jarring Zelia forward and burying her face deeper between Vi's muscular thighs. "That's it, put that tongue to work, criminal," Vi mocked, her voice hitching just a little with pleasure as she smirked down at the vastaya girl. “Keep up that licking if you want us to take it easy on you.”

Caitlyn’s laugh was musical. "Oh, I wouldn't count on that,” she growled slightly, a stern undertone of her voice. This one needs to be thoroughly broken in and taught her place." She emphasized her point with a particularly vicious snap of her hips.

Tears of despair and humiliation pricked at Zelia's eyes but she blinked them back furiously. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. Survival was the only thing that mattered now. Maybe if she made Vi come hard enough and proved eager and obedient enough, Caitlyn would stop being so angry at her and show her some leniency. The sting of Caitlyn's words only hurt more as she thought about how degradingit was that she was so desperate for the hated Kiramman woman to forgive her.

As Zelia continued to pleasure Vi with her tongue, Caitlyn's thrusts became even more forceful, driving Zelia's face harder into Vi's wet heat. Vi moaned above her, encouraging Zelia to keep going as she reached down and tangled her fingers in Zelia's hair, using it as leverage as she ground herself against the Vastaya's mouth. Vi’s taste was overwhelming, a rich, sharp flavor and scent filling her mouth and nose.

Zelia intensified her efforts, swirling her tongue around one of Vi's piercings and sucking on it gently. The Enforcer let out a throaty moan , and Zelia knew she was onto something. She kept playing with the piercings between flicks of her tongue and gentle sucks until Vi was panting above her, lost in pleasure.

Vi suddenly clamped her thighs tight around Zelia's head, trapping her in place. Instinctively, the vastaya tried to pull back, but her head was snagged in place, held motionless. "Ah ah ah, no trying to pull away now,” the red-haired Enforcer taunted. “You're going to keep that tongue busy until I'm fully satisfied."

The muscular cage of Vi's legs cut off Zelia's air, making her head spin with lightheadedness. She struggled to breathe through her nose, sucking in quick desperate inhales of Vi's intimate musk.

The need for oxygen spurred Zelia to lash her tongue wildly, licking and probing Vi's dripping sex with renewed vigor. Each thrust from Caitlyn shoved her harder against Vi's heat. There would be no escape from the prison of the Enforcers' bodies, not with her jostling between them like a plaything.

Zelia's vision swam as she struggled to keep up with Vi's growing demands. Caitlyn's thrusts were relentless, driving her face harder and harder into Vi’s cunt and her mind started spinning from the lack of air… but she couldn't stop now. Vi's moans grew louder and more urgent, and the promise of release kept Zelia desperately flicking and delving with her tongue. The Enforcer pulled at Zelia's hair, urging her on as she rode out waves of pleasure. Zelia could feel Caitlyn's hand move down to join Vi’s in pulling at her hair, adding to the pressure that kept her head anchcored between the Enforcer’s legs.

Zelia’s consciousness began to fade as she struggled for air and fought against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "Fuck, that's good," Vi groaned. "The dumb little puppy is finally learning her place, isn’t she?”

"She certainly is," Caitlyn purred. "I do so love educating a woman in the proper way to serve.”

“Hey!” Vi laughed. “I wasn’t that bad was I?”

Hot tears tracked down Zelia's cheeks as she tried to tune them out… but the raw dismissal cut into her anyway. They were talking like she wasn’t even there. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus only on the desperate swirl and press of her tongue, praying it would be enough to satisfy them… enough that they would let her breathe again.

As her vision began to darken, spots dancing before her eyes, Zelia felt herself slipping. She could no longer hold off the suffocating grip of unconsciousness. Summoning the last of her strength, she pushed and slapped at Vi's thighs, attempting to signal her desperation.

Vi, however, only grinned down at her prey, her blue eyes cold and unforgiving. "Oh, so you want more air, do you? Fine," she growled, relaxing her thighs just a little bit. "I suppose you've earned a bit of a break…”

Struggling against the tight grip of suffocation, Zelia's chest heaved with a desperate need for oxygen. Her lungs burned, starved of the life-giving breath she craved, making each gasp a battle against the oppressive weight crushing down on her. "No," she finally managed to wheeze out, her voice emerging in ragged bursts, each syllable a hard-fought victory over the suffocating darkness that threatened to engulf her. "I... need air..."

Vi laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. "If you want it, you'll have to earn it," she purred, squeezing her thighs together again,ike a vice around Zelia’s neck. "Prove your worth, little thief."

Desperation and fear spurred Zelia to new depths of debasement. She hadn’t thought about the key, her money, or her freedom for several minutes now… all her motivation was completely focused on earning the right to breathe again. She plunged her tongue even deeper inside Vi's soaking wet pussy, desperately lapping at her hidden depths as if her very life depended on it. Caitlyn's thrusts drove her face into the muscled folds of Vi's sex so that even her nose was soaked in juices, but Zelia no longer cared about the humiliation or the pain. All that mattered was air. Sweet, sweet air.

Her tongue worked feverishly, probing and licking with frenzied intensity. Behind her, Caitlyn maintained her merciless assault.

Caitlyn's grip on Zelia tightened, her fingers digging into the soft fur of the vastaya's tail. She yanked it roughly, using it as leverage to drive the strap-on even deeper into Zelia's abused asshole. Her other hand gripped Zelia's hip bruisingly hard, pulling the trembling woman back onto each brutal thrust.

Each savage thrust sent shockwaves of pain and unwanted pleasure coursing through Zelia's body. The unrelenting penetration stretched her abused hole to its limits. Every bump on the artificial phallus stood out to her as clearly as tall buildings rising out of the fissure, the friction setting her nerves aflame… and each thrust also seemed to force more of her precious air out of her body as she grunted. Air that she couldn’t get back. The cock in her ass was smothering her just as much as the thighs wrapped around her face and neck.

Zelia's body trembled with pain and exhaustion, each breath a struggle as she fought against suffocation. Finally, just as she felt her consciousness slipping away, Zelia tasted the sought-after reward: Vi's wet release flooding her tongue. Desperate for air and mercy, Zelia savored the musky, salty taste as a rush of hot, sticky liquid filled her mouth, and the vastaya swallowed greedily,. choking for air as Vi climaxed with a guttural cry. As Vi's thighs tightened around her, Zelia managed to gulp in a single, desperate breath before being pinned down even more thoroughly, the muscular Enforcer riding out her pleasure against her captive face as she was trapped and at the mercy of her orgasm.

As she started to fade, what remained of Zelia’s defiance faltered. She raised her hands, desperate to push against Vi's unforgiving thighs and free her suffocating face from the woman's musky folds. Vi, however, grabbed her wrists, holding them firmly in her strong hands. Zelia's futile squirming only seemed to fuel Vi's amusement as she continued to tease and dominate the vastaya's mouth, grinding her pussy over the helpless girl’s face.

"Is this what you wanted, saying such rude things?” Caitlyn said with an aristocratic, sneering tone. “To be put beneath the boot? Gasping for air?" Caitlyn mercilessly thrust her strap-on deeper into Zelia's ass, her cold, unyielding eyes boring into the Vastaya's submissive form. She held her there, relishing in her powerlessness, until Vi's thighs relaxed, and Zelia was finally, finally allowed to surface. She gasped for much-needed air, dazed, not even caring that her face streaked with tears and the results of Vi’s pleasure.

Caitlyn grabbed Zelia's chin, interrupting her pained gasping as she forced the thief’s gaze to meet her steely gaze. "Are you sorry now?" she demanded, her voice all business. Shamefully, her icy, authoritative tone speared Zelia between the legs, adding another white-hot lance of shame.

Face flushed, Zelia could only nod. "I-I'm sorry," she managed to stammer, her pride in tatters. "I... I didn’t mean it. Please, forgive me, Sheriff."

"It's not me you need to apologize to," Caitlyn said, her words as cold as ice. She gestured with her head towards Vi. "I’m not the one you were the rude bitch to. She is.”

Blinking away tears of humiliation, Zelia raised her golden eyes to meet Vi's piercing blue ones. The red-haired woman stared down at her with a look of mild amusement. "Go on," Caitlyn challenged, still gently rocking. "Do you have something to say?"

Moments ago, Zelia would have rather died than utter these words, but her pride had fled long ago. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean... to be rude. I'm... I'm just a stupid bitch... and I don't know... know any better..." she stuttered, her words anguished, ears lowered.

Vi's lips twitched in a cruel smirk, the closest thing to a smile she could muster. "Apology accepted, whore." She stepped back, wiping her cum-stained hand on Zelia's cheek. “Now… let’s get back to letting you earn something to eat. I’m sure we can think of something…”

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Darkness. Silence. The chill of the basement seeped into Zelia's bones as she knelt, bound and helpless. Tears and dirt now marred her once-glamorous vastayan features, her regal poise reduced to a quivering mess. The darkness was all-encompassing, swallowing Zelia whole. The only light came from a narrow band beneath the door, casting dim shadows that only her vastaya eyes let her see through. She couldn’t even make out the bindings on her thighs, as tightly wrapped as they were in black silk that seemed to meld with the darkness itself. They cut into her flesh despite their deceptive softness… even after the metal cuffs and ropes had been left behind, she was no less helpless, no less bound.

That same darkness that hid her bindings seemed to envelop the vastaya, suffocating her in its inky embrace. In the silence, the only sound that could be heard was the pounding of Zelia's heart, the rapid beat echoing in her ears. Zelia was shivering, unable to staunch the cold that seemed to crawl up her knees through the stone floor and into the rest of her body. The silk bindings around her arms and legs were tight and unforgiving, keeping her knees from unfolding and her hands behind her back… where she had been for hours now.

The vibrations started again without warning. Zelia bit back a moan, her golden eyes fluttering closed as the dual sensations assaulted her most sensitive areas. She was seated on a pair of meticulously crafted false cocks, one impaling her cunt, the other her asshole, and their girth stretched her holes to their limits. The intricate design not only provided intense physical stimulation but also effectively locked her in place, amplifying the overwhelming blend of pleasure and discomfort that coursed through her body.

"Please..." she whimpered… though no one was there to hear.

Her mind raced, recalling how Vi had looked as she'd activated the strange device beneath her. The Enforcer's rough hands had been so sure, so confident as she'd attached wires and flipped switches. Zelia had panicked as Vi had moved around the device, attaching the electrodes to it. She’d thought Vi was going to electrocute her again. Zelia had never encountered something that could vibrate like what she was on now… the cocks inside her moved like an air vent in a store, shaking rapidly back and forth. Zelia's fingers twitched anxiously, her knuckles white from clenching them so tightly. The silk bindings dug into her skin as she jerked against them again and again, leaving red marks and deep grooves. She could feel the vibrations from the machine coursing through her body, making her muscles tense and her skin erupt with raised hairs.

She had thought the electricity might kill her. She had been relieved when the pain didn’t come. Several hours later, however, Zelia bitterly thought that she might have preferred the pain.

Zelia's body trembled as she felt the intense vibrations of the false cocks inside her. The coldness of the stone floor beneath her bare knees only added to her discomfort. As the false cocks inside her continued to vibrate, the intensity built with each passing moment. Zelia felt herself being dragged closer and closer to the edge of pleasure, her muscles tensing and her breathing quickening in anticipation as her walls spasmed. But just as she was about to reach her peak, the vibrations abruptly ceased, leaving her gasping for air and frustrated at the sudden halt of stimulation. The tension in her body remained, causing her muscles to ache and her skin to tingle with unfulfilled desire.

The first time that happened, she had been left panting heavily. The second time, she had moaned. The third, she had bit her lip. The fourth time, she had started screaming. "Stop this!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the empty room. “I can't take it anymore! Enough of this!”

She hoped someone would come… but no one did. Zelia hung her head, fighting back tears of humiliation and desperation. Keeping these dicks vibrating inside of her took a lot less energy than shocking her did… she had no idea how long the generator would last, and she certainly couldn’t sleep. She had completely lost track of time after the tenth or eleventh time she had been edged to the brink of orgasm, and that must have been at least a hundred times ago by now. How long had she been down here? Days? Weeks? Time lost all meaning in this hellish cycle of denial.

The silence stretched on, broken only by her ragged breathing. Then, without warning, the relentless buzzing began anew.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her hips bucking. She writhed against her bonds, helpless to escape the torturous pleasure.

"Let me cum! You can have whatever you want, just let me cum!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from hours of pleading for mercy to nothing but air

As if in answer, the vibrations increased in intensity. The cocks inside her felt larger than life, stretching her beyond her limits, thrumming against every nerve along her walls, teasing her with release. Her body trembled, muscles contracting in preparation for the climax that was so close...

... yet so far away.

With a whimper, Zelia slumped forward, her head resting against her chest as she panted. Sweat soaked the shortened remnants of her once-blue hair, and she shivered uncontrollably in the cool cellar air.

She couldn’t take any more of this, she thought, her mind fuzzy with exhaustion and arousal. She would be willing to do anything to cum, willing to tell them anything they want to know. She had already agreed to so many other things. What was one more?

Even if it was the key.

A distant part of her recoiled at the thought… the humiliating misery of it. Those deeper thoughts, however, were drowned out by the steady hum of the vibrating cocks. Her lip quivered as she raised her head, golden eyes desperately scanning the darkness for any sign of her tormentors… but no one was there.

"Please!" she begged, her voice hoarse and unrecognizable. "I'll tell you what you want to know... just let me cum... I can't take it anymore... please..."

Just when she thought she was finally going to fall over the edge, the vastaya grinding against the dildos with strength she didn’t know she still had, the vibrations stopped again, and Zelia screamed in raw frustration. "No!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the damp basement walls. “Please! Please! Just let… let me… let…”

She collapsed\, sobbing uncontrollably. The fur of Zelia’s tail was matted and damp with sweat, her eyes wild and pleading as she sagged as far as her bonds would let her go onto the cold, hard ground of the cell. This basement seemed even smaller now, and the darkness seemed to close in, suffocating her. Zelia's mouth tasted dry and bitter, a constant reminder of her fear and desperation. Her throat was raw from screaming and begging, her tongue heavy with exhaustion. Zelia's body trembled, and her muscles ached from the strain of being unable to move for hours. She curled into herself as much as she could on her knees, trying to find some source of comfort in the unyielding darkness. In that moment, she realizes how much she has come to depend on the captors… as cruel as they could be. Now, in their absence, her helplessness was deafening.

And as she lay there, sobbing and shaking, she heard it. Slow, measured footsteps, like the ticking of a finely tuned timepiece, reverberated off the damp basement walls, growing louder with clockwork precision. Then the door opened, and she saw Caitlyn in the dim light as she stepped through the door, carrying a plate of food. The smell of warmth and sustenance filled the room, and just the scent made Zelia's empty stomach growl desperately… she was so mindlessly horny that she hadn’t even realized how hungry she had gotten.

As she crossed the room, Caitlyn's eye glittered with cold, harsh amusement as she approached the sweat-soaked vastaya thief. “Well, Zelia," Caitlyn said, her voice devoid of emotion, “I see you're... enjoying yourself. Are you having a nice stay?"

Desperation etched into her features, Zelia shook her head, her eyes wide with unshed tears. "No... no more. I can’t... please..." she pleaded, her voice cracking. “Please…”

Caitlyn set the plate down on a nearby stool, then picked up a small, sharp-looking knife and idly played with it, catching the dim light of the room’s sole, flickering bulb. "I’m afraid I can’t quite hear you, dear. What was that?" she asked, feigning concern.

"Please!" Zelia’s voice was louder now, steadier despite her shaking form. "I need to cum! I’ve had enough. Just... just let me cum already, you bitch! You can’t do this…"

Caitlyn’s expression didn’t change, but Vi could see a flicker of interest in the Enforcer’s one remaining eye. Slowly, Caitlyn brought her knife down to the meat on the plate and started cutting through it. "I’m glad you’re slowly coming to your senses,” Caitlyn said, her tone heavy with sarcasm. "It’s about time for a little... reward, don’t you think?"

Caitlyn stabbed a piece of meat with the knife, the blade piercing through the tender flesh with ease. She lifted it slowly, bringing the morsel to Zelia's mouth. "Open up," Caitlyn commanded, her voice gentle but solid and demanding.

Zelia's teary gaze was fixed on the small piece of meat on the knife's blade, her eyes watching as Caitlyn slowly brought it closer to her lips. The aroma of cooked meat wafted towards Zelia, its scent making her mouth water and her stomach growl. It was a welcome change from the musty, stagnant air of the room. Zelia paused for a second… then obeyed, parting her lips. The coolness of the knife against Zelia's lips was a sharp contrast to the warmth of her body as its sharp edge grazed her lower lip, a constant reminder of her captivity and the fragile balance of power between her and Caitlyn. Her teeth grazed the blade as she licked the food from the sharp blade. She could feel the metal’s unyielding sharpness, a silent warning to be careful. The flickering light from the door behind them cast shadows on their faces, highlighting the desperation in Zelia's eyes and the cold, haughty superiority in Caitlyn's expression.

Gently, Caitlyn pushed the knife forward, allowing Zelia to use her tongue and lips to pull the food from the blade. The taste of the meat was rich and savory, a welcome relief after hours of torment and hunger. Zelia chewed slowly, savoring the reprieve as Caitlyn began cutting another piece. This time, she fed it to Zelia in the same manner, the knife grazing her lips before delivering its payload. Zelia wept softly, tears streaming down her face as Caitlyn continued to feed her piece by piece. Each bite was a humiliating reminder of her helplessness, but she ate nonetheless, her body desperate for sustenance.

Eventually, the last of the meat on the plate was gone. Caitlyn set her knife aside and began picking up smaller bits of the vegetables with her fingers… an odd look for such dainty, noble hands. She brought them up to her palm, arranging them neatly as if presenting a delicacy. "Eat," Caitlyn said simply, holding her hand out toward Zelia and holding it before her face.

The vastaya girl found the gesture unbearably degrading, but her hunger overruled her pride. She leaned forward, her bound form straining against the silk bindings, and gently licked the food from Caitlyn’s palm. Her tongue brushed against the Enforcer’s skin, eliciting a faint twitch of Caitlyn’s fingers. Zelia swallowed each bit, her humiliation growing with every movement, until finally, there was nothing left.

Once the plate was empty, Caitlyn leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against Zelia's lips. Without a word, she pushed her index finger into Zelia's mouth, forcing the vastaya to lick it clean. Zelia’s cheeks flushed with humiliation, but she obeyed. The vastaya’s dexterous tongue swirled around Caitlyn's finger, tasting the remnants of the meal - a bittersweet combination of tender meat and leeks, with a hint of spicy seasoning that lingered on Caitlyn's skin. As Zelia's tongue danced against Caitlyn's finger, she could feel the contrast between her skin and the hard edges of her fingernails… and she felt the texture of rough calluses on her fingers.

That surprised Zelia. These fingers looked so delicate and dainty… but they weren’t. Probably toughened from years and years of practicing with her rifle. The Sheriff inserted each finger one by one, watching with cold detachment as Zelia dutifully cleaned them, her golden eyes downcast in shame.

When her hand was finally clean, Caitlyn pulled out a small, neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket and used it to wipe Zelia’s mouth, removing stray bits of food or saliva. Then, without ceremony, she dropped the cloth onto the cold stone floor at Zelia’s side. Gripping Zelia’s chin with surprising strength, Caitlyn tilted the vastaya’s head upward, her piercing gaze locking onto Zelia’s tear-streaked face.

“What are you willing to give up to cum, Zelia?” Caitlyn asked, her voice sharp and unyielding. “I know what I want. I want my moth-” Caitlyn shook her head. “I want my key back.”

Zelia's heart dropped like a lead weight, her entire being consumed by a suffocating despair. The key, the one thing she had to protect at all costs… she could feel it slipping from her grasp. A tidal wave of hopelessness crashed over her, threatening to drown her in defeat, and every fiber of her being screamed for her to give in and end this endless torment. The thought of surrendering the key filled her with self-loathing, but the words caught in her throat, choking her until all that could escape was a pitiful and broken whimper. She hated herself for feeling so weak and helpless in the face of such overwhelming odds.

But she said nothing.

Caitlyn smirked, clearly reading the internal struggle written across Zelia’s face. “You’ll give it up soon enough,” she said confidently, releasing Zelia’s chin and standing upright. “We’ll see how desperate you get.” With one last glance at the defeated thief, Caitlyn turned on her heel and left the room, the door clicking shut behind her, plunging Zelia back into the suffocating darkness.

And the vibrators buzzed on.

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Time lost all meaning as Zelia remained bound in the oppressive darkness, her world reduced to the relentless buzzing of the vibrators inside her. Hours blended into days, each moment an eternity of torturous pleasure that never reached its peak. The cold stone beneath her knees had long since numbed her legs, yet the vibrations continued to assault her most sensitive areas without mercy.

Her tail was completely limp against the floor, damp with sweat and probably her juices that seemed to get everywhere. The silk bindings, which had seemed so soft at first, now chafed painfully against her skin, leaving angry red marks wherever they touched. Her muscles screamed in agony from being held in the same position for so long, yet she could not move, could not escape the relentless stimulation.

Zelia's mind wandered in and out of lucidity. Sometimes, she thought she was going insane. The vastaya no longer had a clue how long she’d been here since Caitlyn had left. Then the creaking of the heavy door pierced the darkness, sending a jolt through Zelia's overstimulated body. Her golden eyes, once sharp and defiant, glazed over with desperate need. The vastaya's fur-covered ears twitched, straining to catch any sound, any hint of relief.

"Please," Zelia whimpered, her voice raw from thousands of frustrated cries. "I can't... I need..." Her thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm, unable to form coherent sentences. “T-too… too… m-m-much…”

She didn’t know who she was talking to, who had come down. It didn’t even occur to her to wonder until a figure emerged from the shadows around the door, the dim light catching on red hair and a familiar smirk. The Enforcer's presence barely registered in Zelia's lust-addled mind as Vi stepped forward. "Look at you," the woman’s voice cut through the haze. "Not so defiant now, are you, little thief?"

Zelia's tail flicked weakly, her body trembling. "Anything," she gasped. "I'll do anything. C-cum… Just let me... please..."

Vi stepped closer, her blue eyes sweeping over Zelia's bound form. "Anything? That's a dangerous promise for someone like you, girl."

Zelia's mind raced, a tiny part of her screaming caution… But the overwhelming need drowned out all reason. She had never imagined a desperation like this could exist. Food, water, freedom – all meaningless compared to the ache consuming her.

"You seem much more... obedient now," Vi observed, circling Zelia like a predator. "Ready to play nice?"

"Yes," Zelia breathed, shame and desire warring within her. "Whatever you want. I'll be good. Just... please..."

Vi's laughter echoed in the dim room. "Oh, little vastaya. We're just getting started." The Enforcer stepped forward, holding her hand in front of Zelia’s face… showing her what she was holding. Zelia blinked, struggling to focus her vision. A needle? And... rings? They glinted in the low light. "Still willing to do anything?" Vi asked, her tone deceptively casual.

A flicker of panic cut through Zelia's haze. The key. Was Vi going to demand it? She… she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to say no. If she did and Vi just turned around and started leaving, Zelia thought she might just scream after her everything she wanted to know. Thankfully, the Enforcer's next words banished that fear. "Here's the deal, little thief. You beg me to put these pretty rings in your tits… and I'll let you cum. Simple as that."

Zelia's ears twitched, her mind reeling. Piercings? Like Vi's? She should be appalled, should refuse... but the promise of release was so tempting that she didn’t even think about that. "Please," Zelia heard herself say, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Please, Vi. Give me the piercings. Make me... make me like you."

Vi's grin widened. "Good girl," she purred, setting the implements aside on the floor. “I’m going to remember you said that.” The Enforcer’s strong hands grasped Zelia, surprisingly gentle as they lifted her. She whimpered as the vibrators slid free, her body clenching desperately around them. The wet sound as they came loose made her flush with embarrassment.

Zelia's body trembled, and her face twisted in discomfort as the vibrators were slowly extracted from her. A whimper escaped from Zelia's lips, her voice strained with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her fists were clenched against the sensation, white-knuckled and shaking against the sensations. As the objects were removed, a blush crept up her cheeks, conveying her shame and humiliation. The slick sound of them moving against her inner walls made her face burn with embarrassment. It was a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the room, intensifying Zelia's sense of shame and vulnerability, and the wetness glistening on the vibrators further revealed the amount of arousal she had been trapped in.

"Shh," Vi soothed, laying Zelia on her back. "We're not done yet."

Zelia stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding, hearing the rustle of clothing as Vi removed hers. Then Vi's weight settled over Zelia, warm thighs pressing against her cheeks. The Enforcer's scent enveloped her, musky and intoxicating. Zelia felt Vi's wet heat against her lips, the slick folds of her sex brushing tantalizingly close.

Zelia's tongue darted out, tasting Vi's arousal. The flavor was sharp and tangy, with an underlying sweetness that made Zelia moan. She lapped eagerly at Vi's pussy, her skilled tongue exploring every fold and crevice. Vi's wetness coated Zelia's lips and chin as she worked, drinking in the Enforcer's essence. Zelia's tongue worked its way deeper into Vi's slick folds, exploring every crevice with an eagerness that surprised even herself. The vastaya's mind was clouded with a haze of lust, her thoughts scattered and unfocused. It took several moments for a startling realization to pierce through the fog - Vi had never commanded her to lick. Zelia's body had simply started pleasuring the Enforcer of its own accord as if conditioned to obey.

Vi's fingers suddenly grasped Zelia's nipple, twisting it sharply and sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to her core. A muffled whimper escaped the vastaya's lips, vibrating against Vi's sensitive flesh. The Eenforcer toyed with Zelia's breast, kneading the soft mound and tugging at the hardened peak. Each rough caress sent another wave of need crashing through Zelia's body.

Vi's slick folds stifled Zelia's screams as a searing white-hot pain shot through her breast. She writhed in agony, her tongue spasms only adding to the pleasure of the Enforcer who held her captive. Her nipple was pierced with a needle, causing waves of intense pain to radiate through her body. As the initial shock subsided, a deep and throbbing ache took its place, making Zelia whimper like a wounded animal. But her cries were muffled and swallowed by Vi's dripping sex, completely at the mercy of her captor's desires.

The sharp pain slowly subsided into a dull ache, and Zelia found herself panting against Vi's wetness. Her mind was still reeling from the intense sensations that had consumed her body. She could feel the ring and Vi pushed it through the new hole in her nipple, widening it, adding new stabs of only slightly less sharp pain. "Fuck," Vi breathed, her fingers still pinching and kneading Zelia's sensitive breast. "You're so responsive."

She let out a muffled whimper, the pitiful sound swallowed by Vi's dripping sex. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as Vi tugged on the ring, sending another wave of pain through her body. “You’re also forgetful,” she chided, and the Enforcer’s strong thighs tightened around Zelia's head as deft fingers toyed with her newly punctured nipple, rolling the captive bud and tugging at the freshly inserted ring. "You don’t get to have second thoughts, pet," Vi purred, grinding against Zelia's face. "It’s too late for that. If you’re going to be a little whore, then be a good little whore and keep focused. Now get that tongue back to work before I change my mind about letting you cum."

Zelia keened deep in her throat but obediently resumed lapping at Vi's folds, pushing her tongue as deep as she could reach. The vastaya squirmed, panting against Vi's core, realizing with a sinking feeling what was coming next as Vi's attention shifted to her other breast. Her tail lashed in apprehension as Vi pinched and pulled at her other nipple.

A blinding, white-hot agony exploded through Zelia's chest as the needle pierced her skin for the second time. She let out a guttural scream, but at the same instant, Vi's palm cracked across her dripping sex. The combination of sensations, piercing pain and sudden pleasure, sent Zelia hurtling over the edge into a mind-shattering climax. A strangled scream tore from Zelia's throat, her tongue vibrating against Vi's slick flesh as agony lanced through her breast. It felt like molten metal searing into her nipple, the mix of sensations so intense it stole her breath.

Her entire body convulsed, trapped between Vi's smothering thighs as she rode the waves of orgasm. Each tremor was accompanied by throbbing anguish from her abused breasts, the line between pleasure and pain blurring until Zelia couldn't tell them apart… each sensation amplifying the other until the vastaya thief thought she might shatter from the intensity. All she could do was shudder and scream into Vi's cunt as her deprived body finally got its release after so long. Her body convulsed helplessly as the climax crashed through her, back arching off the concrete floor. There was no gentleness, no reprieve - only Vi wringing every last tremor from her oversensitized nerves. As the world faded to black around the edges, Zelia wondered hazily if this was what going mad felt like… The overwhelming intensity made the dark threaten to swallow her, and Zelia teetered on the brink of unconsciousness for gods knew how long before she slowly floated back down to reality. It felt like she had been taken to another world and brought back with just a touch and a flick of Vi's wrist.

By the time she had regained her senses, Vi had already installed the second ring and was casually toying with her now adorned chest. The smoldering ache in her nipples had faded, but it was still there. The burning heat between her legs, on the other hand, had only intensified… completely undiminished by her recent release.

Vi squeezed her thighs again, the muscles like iron bands around her head. "Looks like my vastaya has gone lazy on me again." A sharp tug on one of the rings sent white-hot agony lancing through her breast and straight to her core, eliciting a strangled moan from her parched lips. "I expect better focus from you… understand?"

Zelia's body trembled as she whimpered her acquiescence. With an effort of will, the vastaya forced her eyes open and resumed her ministrations on Vi's drenched center. The Enforcer's taste was now etched into her memory, salt and metal and the unmistakable tang of her arousal. It coated her tongue, invading her senses and fueling the fire within her… she was determined to make her tormentor cum as quickly as possible. Her tongue moved with purpose, seeking out every sensitive spot and teasing them relentlessly. Just give her one orgasm, she told herself desperately. Just make her release... and then maybe, just maybe, Vi would let her find release, too.

Vi's hands roamed Zelia's trembling body, exploring every inch of her except for the one place that ached most for attention. This denial was cruel torture, but Zelia gritted her teeth and endured. She was a survivor, a fighter, damn it. She could endure this as well. The anticipation and need built up within her like a raging inferno, threatening to consume her whole being. But she held on, determined to please Vi and earn her own pleasure in return.

Vi's breathing hitched and her hips moved with greater urgency, signaling she was close. With renewed determination, Zelia redoubled her efforts, lapping at her clit with abandon, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly.

Vi's thighs clamped around her head, squeezing tighter, harder. "That's it, kitten," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "Show me how much you want it."

Zelia could feel it as Vi grew more and more turned on... her pussy was wetter, and hotter, and the muscular enforcer's thighs squeezed harder. Zelia had trouble breathing, but she didn’t care right now… she needed to cum more than she needed to breathe. She lapped at Vi's cunt frantically, trying to caress every inch of her with her tongue and lips and breath. Then Vi moaned and shifted her weight and suddenly Zelia could feel Vi's tongue on her pussy. Zelia screamed into Vi's cunt as she came on Vi's tongue. She thrashed around, jerking, but Vi's thighs kept her in place as she cried out, reminding her not to stop licking. Vi didn't stop licking, either... Zelia's orgasm shocks hadn't even stopped by the time Vi's tongue made her cum again, and again, and again...

Zurya whimpered, the sound muffled by Vi's wet heat. She doubled her efforts, her tongue flicking against the sensitive bud between her folds, desperate to please her captor. The more she gave in to the depravity, the closer she came to release.

"Oh, fuck, yes... just like that," Vi moaned, her nails digging into Zelia's scalp. "You are… showing… me… you really can be… a quick learner... make me cum, you little bitch!"

That was all the encouragement Zelia needed. She channeled every ounce of her frustration, her humiliation, and her insatiable lust into her actions. Her tongue flicked and swirled in a frenzy, working it in and out of Vi's soaking wet pussy as if she were fucking her with it.

The enforcer's thighs trembled, and Zelia knew she was close. If only she could make Vi cum – maybe then she'd be rewarded with her own climax.

Vi's muscles tensed, her body quivering on the edge of release. Suddenly, she shifted her weight, repositioning herself. Zelia felt Vi's hot breath ghosting over her aching sex. The vastaya barely had time to process what was happening before Vi's tongue swiped a long, torturous line up her dripping folds… and a single touch was all that she needed.

Zelia screamed into Vi's cunt, her entire body convulsing as she came instantly and violently. The Enforcer's skilled tongue felt almost like one of the alligator clips against her overstimulated body. She thrashed wildly, desperate to escape the overwhelming sensations, but Vi's powerful thighs held her head firmly in place.

"Don't you dare stop," Vi growled, the vibrations of her words reverberating through Zelia's core. Vi's legs squeezed her face like a vice, her entire body tensing up. " There it is... nnggh... I'm cumming!"

Whimpering, Zelia forced herself to keep licking and sucking at Vi's sex even as waves of pleasure threatened to drown her. Vi showed no mercy, her tongue delving deep into Zelia's quivering channel before focusing on her swollen, hypersensitive clit. Before the shocks of her first orgasm had even subsided, Zelia felt another erupting from her. She keened desperately, her hips bucking against Vi's face as a second climax crashed over her. Her vision went white and her body arched off the floor.

Still, Vi didn't relent. Her tongue continued its merciless assault on Zelia's hypersensitive flesh, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure. The vastaya's body quaked uncontrollably, her muscles clenching and unclenching in rapid succession as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her. Each flick of Vi's skilled tongue against her swollen clit sent jolts of electricity coursing through her nerves, making her toes curl and her tail thrash wildly.

Zelia's mind splintered, coherent thought impossible as she was consumed by pure sensation. The flood of Vi's arousal coated her tongue, filling her mouth with an intoxicating flavor as Vi's hips ground against her face. The Enforcer’s thighs trembled around Zelia's head as she rode out her orgasm, her pussy clenching rhythmically as she gushed into Zelia's eager mouth. The vastaya lapped desperately at the flood of wetness, drinking in Vi's release even as her own body convulsed with yet another orgasm.

Zelia's world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of sensation, her body wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure. Each climax bled into the next until she lost all sense of where one ended and another began. Her nerves sang with electricity, every touch amplified beyond reason. Vi's tongue was relentless, drawing out each orgasm to its fullest before plunging her into the next.

Much as it had while she was being denied, time lost all meaning again now that she was being fulfilled. Zelia's mind fractured under the onslaught of ecstasy. Her vision swam, reality blurring at the edges. She tasted Vi on her tongue and breathed her in with every gasping breath. The Enforcer's scent, her essence, seemed to permeate Zelia's very being. Coherent thought became impossible. Zelia's existence narrowed to pure sensation - the exquisite torture between her legs, the flood of arousal coating her tongue, the burning ache in her newly pierced nipples. Her body no longer felt like her own, instead a conduit for pleasure beyond sanity. Zelia's throat was raw from screaming, her voice reduced to hoarse whimpers and strangled cries. Still, the orgasms kept coming, each one more intense than the last. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, her limbs twitching and jerking of their own accord.

Just when Zelia thought she might shatter completely, Vi finally pulled away. The bright-haired Enforcer rose slowly, her muscular form glistening with a sheen of sweat in the dim light. As she stood, rivulets of their combined arousal trickled down her inner thighs, catching the faint illumination and giving her skin an almost ethereal glow. Her chest heaved with exertion, the rise and fall hypnotic as she caught her breath.

Zelia lay motionless on the cold floor, her body a canvas of sensation. Every nerve ending seemed to pulse with residual pleasure, aftershocks of her countless orgasms rippling through her in waves. Her golden eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing as her mind reeled under the intensity of what had just transpired. Her tongue, still coated with her captor’s essence, moved of its own accord, sliding over her swollen lips to savor the lingering taste - tangy, musky, and undeniably Vi.

Surprisingly gently, Vi knelt beside Zelia and began to undo the silk bindings. Her calloused fingers worked deftly, loosening knot after knot. As each limb was freed, Zelia could feel the blood rushing back, bringing a tingling sensation that only added to the overwhelming cacophony of feeling coursing through her body. The silk slithered away from her skin, leaving reddened and indented skin in its wake - a stark contrast to Zelia's pale, sunless complexion. These temporary marks told the story of her captivity, each one a reminder of her helplessness… but now it was being removed.

As soon as she was fully untied, Zelia slowly curled into a ball, her body trembling with aftershocks. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as Vi's fingers gently combed through her hair. The vastaya's eyes fluttered closed, drinking in the unexpected tenderness of the touch. Then, she noticed something odd - her hair felt different, longer than she remembered.

Zelia's golden eyes opened in confusion, and she caught sight of a few strands falling over her shoulder. Her once-vibrant blue hair had grown out significantly, now a shaggy mop covering her head. The roots showed her natural color, a stark contrast to the faded azure of the rest. A chill ran down her spine as the realization hit her - how long had she been here for her hair to grow this much? It had to be weeks, perhaps even months… they had all blurred together in an endless cycle. The thought made her shudder, but she remained silent, too exhausted and overwhelmed to voice her fears.

Vi's strong hands continued their gentle ministrations, massaging Zelia's scalp and working out the knots that had formed in her lengthening locks. The Enforcer's touch was soothing, a staggering difference to the roughness she had shown earlier. Zelia found herself leaning into it, her body responding instinctively to the comfort offered. Vi's hands continued working through Zelia's tangled hair with surprising care. The vastaya's eyes fluttered closed, her body instinctively relaxing into the soothing touch. The contrast between this tenderness and the brutal intensity of their earlier encounter left Zelia's mind reeling, unable to fully process the shift.

As Vi's fingers worked, Zelia became acutely aware of every sensation - the cool stone beneath her aching body, the lingering throb in her newly pierced nipples, the faint scent of sweat and arousal that clung to her skin. Her fur-covered ears twitched weakly, catching the soft sound of Vi's steady breathing and the distant hum of machinery that seemed to permeate the very walls of this underground chamber.

Time stretched on, elastic and uncertain. Zelia drifted in and out of awareness, her exhausted mind struggling to stay coherent. She could feel the Enforcer's presence beside her, a solid warmth that anchored her to reality. The vastaya's limp and bedraggled tail curled instinctively around her body as if seeking comfort.

Vi gradually slowed, her fingers trailing through Zelia's tangled locks one final time before withdrawing, leaving Zelia's scalp tingling from the absence. The vastaya's eyes remained closed, and her body still trembled with aftershocks of pleasure and exertion. The Enforcer stood, her movements fluid and smooth despite everything. She heard the rustle of fabric as Vi gathered in her clothing, followed by the soft padding of bare feet on cold stone.

The heavy door creaked open, its hinges groaning in protest. A waft of cooler air from the corridor beyond ghosted over Zelia's exposed skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. She shivered, curling tighter into herself, her tail wrapping instinctively around her legs for warmth.

"Not bad, little thief," Vi's voice drifted from the doorway, a hint of something unreadable in her tone. "Rest now. We’ll start again tomorrow.”

The door closed with a resounding thud, the sound echoing in the now-silent room. For several long moments, Zelia remained motionless, her ears twitching as she strained to hear any sign of Vi's return or the approach of another captor. But there was nothing – only the faint drip of water from somewhere in the darkness.

She was alone… and for the first time since her capture, she was unbound. The absence of the silk restraints felt strange, almost unsettling. Her limbs, accustomed to confinement, tingled with newfound freedom. She flexed her fingers experimentally, marveling at the simple act of movement without resistance.

Vi hadn’t even asked about the key.

A part of her mind was shocked by this. An even larger part whispered that she should take advantage of this unprecedented freedom. She should explore the room, search for weaknesses or potential escape routes, and maybe even attempt to flee while her captors were absent.

But right now, she just wanted to lay here and rest. She can... look... later...

Zelia was asleep before that thought finished.

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