Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

As she pinnedcher mouth shut, she saw the Feaster approach her, the first if them dropping their robes, exposing a gnarled, boney body. It's cock was a dark gray flesh, strange, with bulbous segments along its shaft. It jumped forward, cramming its cock into her pussy. The one clutching berries grabbed her cheeks, starting to prying g and worn hits fingers inti her mouth to jerk it open at the same times.
 
Of course, the one with the berries would find it’s task much easier as her mouth opened to emit the noise of pain as the one between her legs drove into her, spreading her slit open mercilessly, as she could do little but shift helplessly under its attention as more of the paralytic berries were forced into her, to lock her on the table without need of restraints.
 
Her mouth was stuffed full of berries, the forcing and crushing them inti her and forcing them down her throat as she felt herself getting mercilessly violated, the aliens not gentle with her in the slightest, taking her like she was a tool. Others moved in, two graphing at her hands, as limo as they were to wrap around their cocks.
 
The berries soon choked off the sound of her voice as they were stuffed into her throat, her limp hands twitching around the cocks they were brought to, as she wanted to do nothing more than try to rip them off, her lower body spiking with pain after every thrust it was given by the one between her legs.
 
As she was rutted inti the table, she felt the Feaster on top of her swelling inside her, starting to cum inside of her as the rest coated her in their seed. The fourth grabbed her head, cramming its length inti her helpless jaws. They poured liqueur on her body, their long tingurs lapping it off, and biting her shallowly.
 
She grunted and struggled as much as her paralyzed body would allow, shifting slightly but really unable to do more than lay there accepting what was happening as booze was splashed over her to 'enhance' her tastes, their sharp teeth easily piercing her flesh even with their shallow attentions, her blood mixing with the liqueur as it trickled across her.
 
They chose ther bites carefully. Marking rather than eating. Their teeth so sharp it was like a glancing slash of a razor. As the first group ahead finished the next came, two setting up to ram into her pussy and ass at the same time. The cock in her mouth mingling the taste of berries with cum shortly after. The Feast was picking up, a new entertainment on the tables. The gem was tossed aside, thumping across the ground in the discards on the floor. The servants stealing it away while they cleaned.
 
She could only make the faintest whimpers of pain as the teeth sliced her open to let her blood trickle out from the marks, the gem falling away unnoticed by her as she was the new centrepiece of the feast, her only active thought wondering what would happen to her when the feasters were done fucking her, if she'd be left there for the next feast, or if she'd become an after fun snack.
 
As she pondered her fate, that she would be left for the next mass to play with. Or these horrid monsters would just eat her afterwards, seed and spilling inside her and on her by the team load, she saw a roasting spit getting dragged in by the servants. A large metal rod with a sharpened head. Would they spike it through her? Would she die? Would she feel them roasting her? Would it be peice by peice if she didn't play well. The Feasters snapped black metal shackles to her wrists and her ankles, and her neck with ring like loops along the links.
 
She wanted to scream, wanted to beg Mala to save her as her eyes filled with fear upon sighting the spit, the sound of each shackle snapping closed intensifying the dread she felt as she could do nothing but lay there twitching, trapped in her own body as she waited to feel the sharp end of the rod begin to pierce her, or worse, the heat of the fire beneath her as she was cooked. Perhaps that was better than being eaten alive, in a way, if she expired from that, rather than the feasters tearing her apart.
 
The as slthe Servant sharpened the spits rod, the next gang of Feasters came upon her, she felt different hands, dragging sand flipping her over, her face inches away from a knife she couldn't ever touch as hershackled body was clipped onto chains and she was dragged to the Skewer.
Chained to the Skewer shaft and hoisted onto the spit, but it wasn't lit. No. It wasn't her execution yet. It was her rack to keep her despaired body out of the way and turn her into a center peice for amusements now. But atleast she could see Mala walking the room, examining everything it seemed as he was searching the antidote out.

Ofcourse he had the answer, but he didn't need to tell her that yet. He was letting the Feasters show her the levels of physical detail abd neural mapping Aelfen technology used for such intense and dire circumstances.
 
She hung limply from the spit, whimpering in pain as the chains dangled her in the uncomfortable position, her eyes following Mala around the room as he seemed unsure as to what the antidote was, the berry and cum mixture finally falling from between her lips to fall unceremoniously to the floor, her mind just happy the abuse was over for the time being, even if the way she'd been hung was agony on her limp form.
 
As she was hung at the painful angle, Mala approached her limp form, the pain in her body still fresh as the Aelfen leaned forward, running a finger along her blood that was leaking off her bites. "Are you going to surrender?" He said inti her ear. "Or shall we keep playing? I won't judge if you do..." He said as he swirled a drink between his finger delicately, a crystal wine glass of that yellow liqueur.
 
"I don't speak slackjaw" He said simply as he lifted the drink,, cradling it up to her abd angling her head backwards so she didn't spill it or choke. As she was forced to drink, she felt her paralysis bleeding away slowly, most of there effects leaving her as the spirit hit her stomach.
 
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She grunted as he poured the liquid down her throat, swallowing it and gasping softly as feeling began to return to her body, along with the pain of being suspended "Ah... fuck... get me down already!" She grunted, turning her head to glare at him, the attempt to intimidate rendered somewhat pointless by her state as a tied up prize.
 
"That's better...we are on good terms after all." Hevsaidvas he reached tobthe rungs that held her up, straining her body. He dragged a finger along hltje chains and grabbed them, the elf twisting slowly, subtle yet superior strength snapping the chains to free her. Though he let the remains hang off her cuffs and collar...it looked fitting to his eye.
 
She grunted as she was released, falling almost onto her face as the chains suspending her arms were broken to allow her freedom, her eyes flicking up towards him in a moment of anger that he'd let her drop like that, before she composed herself and began to stand, the broken links clinking as they dangled from her wrists, ankles and neck, combining with her nudity to cement the image in his minds eye of his new Se to be. Well, assuming she continued to get every choice wrong.
 
He smirked under the mask, the glare in her eyes making his haughty air almost seem smugger. "You've lost the jewel. You must find it." He said as the Feasters seemed to be eying her now, their appetites for food soaked, but now she was a whole different entertainment.

(XD I just imagine that while they are gaming Miria just looks at her schedule and goes "Ah it's my time to get more if masters seed...unzips his pants don't mind if I doooo")
 
She bit her lip as he spoke of the jewel, turning to look at the room and then pausing as the collection of Feasters eyed her "The... Jewel... fuck, where..." She muttered, glancing at the table in the hope it had landed there, before turning to survey the room as a whole "Where did it..."
 
As she ran across the room, the feasters catching onto her movements, she felt on of them suddenly grab at her chains in her arms and her neck, pulling her backwards. A pair of them moved around her, grabbing onto her body wrapping the chains inti their fists.
 
She yelped in pain as she was suddenly yanked backwards, her hands moving to try and grab at the collar around her neck before they were dragged away by the shackles around them, the pair of Feasters who moved around her finding it easy enough to manipulate her position by dragging them around in concert with the other, to minimise any resistance she could otherwise offer as they used their free hands to feel her up.
 
She squealed as her legs were lifted up, leaving her suspended in the grip of the creatures, each hand easily finding her curves and making her squirm around, attempting not to moan as they discovered her weak points, giving Mala a wonderful view of exactly where to strike later, whilst the poor girl was unable to stop them.
 

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