Hostages Galore

"Teheheheh, this is the perfect location to store you beautiful ladies while we perform some soul stealing. Ooh the very thought of it fills me with such glee." The monstrous Jester cackled as he pranced around the Renoa Forest, leaping and landing on the tips of his does in a mocking duplication of a ballerina. His slicked back white hair and white face housed a sinister smile with red lines painted over each of his eyes. A red and purple striped shirt with puffy sleeves bounced while fuzzy orbs attached to the end of long fabric tails at the bottom of his shirt.





Dhoulmagus decided to use the Renoa Forest as his base of operations due taboos and superstitions associated with the forest. Barely anybody in their right mind ever entered, making it the perfect locale for an insane jester that might be hellbent on stealing souls. Of course the ritual involved feeding women to predators in order to extract the most power, but that was par for the course for Galiavan. "It's a weird cycle to be sure, but eh? What can ya do? I wonder who's hungry tonight tehehehehehehe!" He cackled while stroking his long, wooden scepter in the middle of the night. "Not that kind of scepter mind you, but it's still long and hard teheh!"

Thanks to the power of The Scepter of Rhapthorne, he wielded a multitude of magical powers. It also granted a high measure of magical aptitude, but he was still far from being considered the most power magician in the lands. A lust for power drove him to capture powerful magic users or just victims with powerful essence that contained the potential for magic. He had already trapped several hostages within the pocket dimension of the scepter, an immensely useful place of darkness that sapped the mana of those trapped within. It was also a great place to store his lunch!

Some of the powers afforded to him were free form flight, very useful for travel and making a quick getaway. He was also able to summon doppelgangers that could also wield a limited selection of his magical powers. These doppelgangers were rather unique in that they possessed an actual physical presence though much less health than his original body, allowing him to cover multiple areas of the battlefield at once. Command of fire, wind, and lightning were at his disposal as well as limited telekinesis. His main usage of the latter power was lifting and hurling large objects for a quick attack, nothing fancy but it did get the job done.

His favorite ability of the scepter was the projection of hundreds of tendrils from the orb at the head that could simultaneously attack, defend, and restrain targets. He'd already had all kinds of fun with them in capturing his hostages, so many points to prod and ways they could touch them. "Ooh thinking about them again gets me all hot and bothered like it did you ladies!" Dhoulmagus whipped out his tongue and licked the center of his staff up to the head, savoring the taste of dark magic with sadistic glee.

The most dastardly ability granted to him by the scepter was one of the most modest yet most insidious. It could emit a disruptive wave of power from the Void that negated all magics in its path and temporarily disabled the spellcasting of anyone also affected. The disruption usually only lasted for a minute at most, but that was more than sufficient to then capture his targets with the swarm of tendrils. It had yet to fail him and was his trump card. Finally, he could summon creatures constructed of Void energy and command them, but they weren't particularly powerful and were mostly a parlor trick outside of rituals.

If he pressed his ear to the scepter's orb, he could even hear the struggles and laments of his hostages. "Ooh hoo that makes for a happy Jester! And one raging scepter!" Dhoulmagus cackled as he danced into the mist of Renoa Forest, carrying his ill-fated victims to their possible final fates....

There is a legend about these eerie woods...

Over three centuries ago, a wicked magician once set up his carnival in these woods... There is debate as to the reason for his actions. Some say he felt jilted from what is modern day Breland City's upper echelons and businesses. Others think it was in the pursuit of power. Most, think he was a damned, crazy fool. Well, I like to believe all three to be honest. These woods, the Renoa Forest with its glowing trees and otherworldly atmosphere is believed to be where the Great Tree Yggdrasil, the diety tree of all Elvish origin shed its blood when it was cut down by an ancient, Chaotic God... This magician either knew this, or at least felt the ancient power which seeped deep into the soil of these ancient, glowing woods... He lured the souls of men, women, children... all to this carnival, and sacrificed them to become an all powerful being. Some say he was successful, others say the TIRS shot him before the ritual could be finalized...



In either case... that man died to a bullet to the heart... But rather fittingly, for a heartless being who spent over 60 years of his life killing people in these woods, he did not die. He became... something more powerful. Still, a lesser form than he anticipated, he was capable of corrupting even the War Gods spirits and thus became the demonic parasite once feared as Reguis Malefront... After his apparent 'death' in the FINAL RAID after becoming the corrupted Sephiroth, War God of Domescadia who was then destroyed by a band of heroes, much of this tale was forgotten...

...But I now wonder, if the babbling loon who manage to capture me is aware of any of this.

Its been at least three or so days since I've been trapped in darkness. I sought out this 'Mad Jester' for aid in finding my father, but alas... I was foolish in trusting a clown.

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The glowing white trunks of the Renoan trees seemed to almost react to Dhoulmagus' arrival. Some dripped with the potent, poisonous sap which, unrefined, will kill a person by forcing them to bleed out of every orifice, their internal organs turning to stone then dust, before the bones melt- eventually leaving nothing but a husk of bloody flesh and hair amid the clothing the unfortunate human being or beast-kin was wearing. Its not a pretty way to go, and Millicent S. Stygthorne had seen its use on more than one occasion. When refined by the Leprechauns in their druidic ways, it becomes a powerful hallucinogen that could still just as likely kill those who partake of its milky substance. She could see this in glimpses, in spite of being trapped alongside the other women. She could see flashes of the trunks of trees, the dancing and prancing of this lunatic jester as he drew them closer and closer to the mouth of a cave...

She wished she told the escorts of the Stygian Prince where she had been heading, but she needed her distance when she met the dark Magician who may have seen her AWOL father, Professor Obadiah Stygthorne:



The man was a powerhouse, a legend and namesake in their native lands of the Magedom of Stygia, the main continent of power of the Stygian Empire. He was working with an otherworldly scientist known as 'Mr. G', a man she had never met. Then, one day he simply vanished. His vanishing disrupted the Empire, and thus she was sent out to find him... but she had her own reasons for doing so as well. She had chatted with this 'eccentric' magician whom had invited her upon hearing of her looking for the man called Prof. Obadiah Stygthorne. She had been taken to a seedy old theatre in an older part of the Leprechan end of Breland City by this man, Dhoulmagus. He treated her to wine, and did describe her father to a tee, and a little of what they had conversed, but before he would divulge more he said:

"If you wish to know the rest," as he thumbed back to a large velveted bed. "...you need to pass my test~!"

Millie refused his proposal, and things began to escalate. When her dark magic was unable to be used in combat, she turned to her whip- and in turn, he showed her his...

That was the last she could remember in the City, aside from a few times she felt the cool hand of this magician rubbing between her breasts, her crotch, her ass cheeks... All the while she could do naught but 'bear it' as he took her along with the rest of his 'collection'. Recognizing the Renoa Forest in the few glimpses during his lapses of concentration, she had a bad feeling welling in the depths of her stomach... She wasn't the only one who was worried either. The only other person who she 'sensed' in this void with her was what she presumed was a powerful being, either an elf, a fairy or potentially a nine tailed fox... she wasn't certain as she couldn't see them. She could sense the others trapped, but other than that they were naught but souls trapped within the tight confines of something dark and mysterious... Soon, her vision began to fade again as Dhoulmagus' concentration returned...

The mad jester skipped into the mouth of the open cave he had selected to conduct his dark ritual. It ran into the depths of the forest and was sequestered away into the side of a hill, hidden by natural camouflage. Vines hung from two white trees arching over the entrance, growing in such a way they were almost impossible to discern without prior knowledge or magical assistance.

Guided by the crimson light of his scepter, Dhoulmagus swaggered into the large domed chamber he had carved out to his liking. "Get ready ladies! It's almost show time!" He tapped the stone floor twice with his staff and ornate torches flared to life around the chamber. It was thirty feet tall and roughly twenty feet wide, rounded out to a perfect circle with magical spells. The orange light of the torches cast ominous shadows that danced behind Dhoulmagus, mirroring his twisted movements.

"Let's meet our first wave of lovely damsels!" The jester chortled with ill intent as shadows began to fall to the cold, hard ground. Five murky trails flowed like water out of the scepter and slithered to a random torch in the chamber, forming a dark circle from which rose the shapely forms of his hostages. The first was a brunette haired woman in native garb wearing a small halter top that barely contained her buxom chest. A short denim skirt was held up by a brown belt as she found herself bound to a wooden pole by the remnants of the shadow that deposited her. Her arms were bound above her head by the wrist and ankles below, a shadowy gag also muffling her cries of protest. Another tendril exuded from the pole and up into her open skirt, threatening to prod her while she was held captive.



The second was a beautiful blonde clad in a skintight catsuit that squeaked with her every movement. The shadows spat her out tied to a metal chair that forced her to spread her legs. Her suit was pulled back so tightly her labia were outlined in full detail along with the bottom of her plump ass. The zipper of her catsuit was also pulled down nearly to her navel, revealing a large bust that bounced with the slightest movement. She too was gagged but met Dhoulmagus with an icy stare even while a tendril began to snake its way from the bottom of the chair toward her pussy.



The third was Millicent herself, deposited onto the hard stone on her side. Her cloak kept her from touching the rock itself, but she was forced into a very awkward reverse hogtied position by the threads of Dhoulmagus' magic. She was adorned with the same gag as the other women and forced to stare directly at the evil jester that had captured her, eyes likely burrowing daggers into his skull. Her magic was completely nullified while within the confines of the chamber, powered by invisible runes that had been carved into every dimension of her prison. Dhoulmagus had already singled her out more than his other captives, forcing her to bear being groped and poked by tentacles while trapped within his staff. This continued even on Galiavan as she could feel the threads beginning to form on her body, a weak whimper all she could muster in protest.



The next was a stunning kitsune woman whose kimono had practically been ripped off and was wearing nothing beneath it. Eight tails brushed against the ground behind her as she was rent into a frogtie position by the shadowy threads, arms trapped behind her back and legs spread wide with knees bent in front of her. Her ears drooped from having her magic drained for so long, and she could barely even muster the strength to glare at her captor. Her large bust barely held up the top of her kimono, presenting a helpless figure that drove Dhoulmagus absolutely wild. She had been a difficult catch but was one he was particularly proud of.



The last was a gorgeous blonde clad in one piece lingerie and stockings that labored to house her massive curves. Her gloves were still in one piece and stopped halfway past her elbows. Long blonde hair brushed against the ground that flowed well to her plump ass. She was held in the same reverse hogtie position as Millicent, unwillingly watching the jester while he danced to the madness of his mind. Her countenance was one of terror and anxiety, wondering what was going to happen to them in this isolated cave.



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Dhoulmagus forced all of his hostages to watch the first sacrifice, a naked blonde woman that he had unceremoniously dumped in the center of the room. She was now digesting within a shadow construct of a snake. Its body compressed against her every curve as she was practically wearing it like a suit with nothing left to the imagination. "MMFFF!!! NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!" Her screams were muffled yet clearly audible as the snake's beady eyes blinked in pleasure, forked tongue tasting the air for the other delicious morsels lying around.



"Now I'll allow you all to get acquainted to before we continue Teheheheheh!" Dhoulmagus then directed the snake to slither toward each of the captives and crawl over their bodies so they could feel the hopeless endeavors of the first sacrifice.

BastionCon wrote:

The next was a stunning kitsune woman whose kimono had practically been ripped off and was wearing nothing beneath it. Eight tails brushed against the ground behind her as she was rent into a frogtie position by the shadowy threads, arms trapped behind her back and legs spread wide with knees bent in front of her. Her ears drooped from having her magic drained for so long, and she could barely even muster the strength to glare at her captor. Her large bust barely held up the top of her kimono, presenting a helpless figure that drove Dhoulmagus absolutely wild. She had been a difficult catch but was one he was particularly proud of.

Darkness was something the kitsune was used to. Even the hundreds of tentacles the tongue and mouth of a Beholder were a familiarity to the once proud Ahri. Ahri is a common name amongst her people, the Kitsune. Fox Spirits native to the Beijionese Lands, with the biggest colony of them on Ryunoshi Island in the Beiji-Scardia Islands. The kitsune felt the taut, slimy tentacles coiling around her inner thigh, between her breasts and around her slender neck, as a long, black eel-like appendage squirmed down her throat. Her large, golden eyes were clouded, hazy and empty- almost like a corpse; however, Ahri could only wish for death's sweet release. She had been with Dhoulmagus for... as long as she could remember now. She used to have a life in Ryunoshi, till he rolled into their illusion and he murdered her sisters. He spared her, if you call this endless servitude and being preyed upon to literally feed his insatiable lust and appetite 'sparing'. He was able to stand up against three 9-tailed foxes, and he murdered two of them before stealing away the third... He had sucked so many souls from her body, she lost a tail... a tail which could only appear after a 100 years of devotion to Inari, or consuming 1000 mortal souls! He was milking her like a dairy cow...

Soon Ahri was released from the darkness, her eyes assaulted by her new surroundings and thus let out soft moans of pleasure as she tried to avert her gaze from the sadistic and perverted glare of her 'master'. Her fangs dripped with saliva as she yawned open her mouth, leaning back her head and letting her sweaty, dark purple bangs drift over her golden eyes. She was 'frogtied':



...but unlike the others, was left ungagged. Dhoulmagus enjoyed her whimpering, her silky and sensual voice being one of the many things that saved her the night her siblings were killed by this madman! Her pale body, draped in the once glorious black and red silk kimono with a black wolf fur trim around the shoulders and with a gold silken obi sash and depictions of magatama across its once luxurious and sexy design was covered in several glowing red slash marks. they covered her feet, her thighs, her inner thighs, her breasts, her wrists, her neck and shoulders... all marks left by Dhoulmagus' whip! As said whip tightened around the practically naked Kit, she let out a sexy howl and cried out: "M-Massster~!"

Her sexy, silky smooth voice radiated throughout the cave as her legs twitched a little, the pelvic curtain of her kimono which already showed of her full hip shifted a little, revealing her shaven pussy briefly before the fabric flapped back over it! Her hands, especially her fingers, adorned with blood red claws, flexed tightly against the rock behind her, dragging deep trenches into its surface! She squinted her hollow, golden eyes, before opening them in the darkness; their gilded glow illuminating in the dim light as her tongue draped over her lower lip and saliva dripped down her tongue and her fangs... She looked across the room at the other women, now wondering if she was brought out to 'feed' on one of these poor women, or to be used for other forms of entertainment...

"Master... Dhoulmagus~ <3" Ahri's silky voice moaned out, trained to be an 'obedient pet' by the sadistic magus and jester, though there was a part deep down that still yearned for freedom and to be far removed from this evil, vile creature imitating the facsimile of a court jester... this being, wasn't human, it felt almost worse than a demon! Not that she'd voice such... not anymore...

BastionCon wrote:
The third was Millicent herself, deposited onto the hard stone on her side. Her cloak kept her from touching the rock itself, but she was forced into a very awkward reverse hogtied position by the threads of Dhoulmagus' magic. She was adorned with the same gag as the other women and forced to stare directly at the evil jester that had captured her, eyes likely burrowing daggers into his skull. Her magic was completely nullified while within the confines of the chamber, powered by invisible runes that had been carved into every dimension of her prison. Dhoulmagus had already singled her out more than his other captives, forcing her to bear being groped and poked by tentacles while trapped within his staff. This continued even on Galiavan as she could feel the threads beginning to form on her body, a weak whimper all she could muster in protest.
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Dhoulmagus forced all of his hostages to watch the first sacrifice, a naked blonde woman that he had unceremoniously dumped in the center of the room. She was now digesting within a shadow construct of a snake. Its body compressed against her every curve as she was practically wearing it like a suit with nothing left to the imagination. "MMFFF!!! NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!" Her screams were muffled yet clearly audible as the snake's beady eyes blinked in pleasure, forked tongue tasting the air for the other delicious morsels lying around.



"Now I'll allow you all to get acquainted to before we continue Teheheheheh!" Dhoulmagus then directed the snake to slither toward each of the captives and crawl over their bodies so they could feel the hopeless endeavors of the first sacrifice.

Millicent, deposited onto her side, winced as she glares her mismatched eyes at Dhoulmagus! The one green and one blue eye have a fire burning behind the irises but she winced as she felt the tendrils of the whip curling and fondling her huge breasts! She wanted to voice her opinion, but all she managed were muffled gasps as the gag in her mouth prevented her from even speaking unspeakable curses on the vile jester! She shivered as the threads continued to pull back, forcing muffled cries from the woman in black as her bondage worked hard on her curvaceous body, tightly pulling her up in a manner where she was forced to look at her fellow captives. She could only make out a handful at the moment... a blonde in a black suit, a spy maybe? A tanned women in leather clothing that reminded her of Gailden Gunslingers, a couple of other blondes, but one in a nightie of sorts caught her eye, and what she had expected before hand, a Kitsune! However, she noted a space amid her tails where a 9th had been but it was smaller, almost non-existent.

Who the hell are these people? What is he going to do to us?? Millie asked herself... not knowing that she'd soon find out...

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Millicent watched with large eyes as one of their number was reduced before them! The blue snake which looked far too cute and small to be able to ingest one of the busty blondes managed to do so within minutes! By the Infernus, he plans to feed us to his pet?? She thought, gulping as she listened to the bound Fox moan almost in pleasure from either her bindings, the sight of this snake devouring one of the captives, or maybe both...! She tried to kick her legs, but being bound only made her body wiggle, her black thigh boots scraping against the stone lured the snake as it slithered around her tummy, making Millie squint and produce a muffled scream from her gag! She looked down at it with wide eyes as the large swollen girth of the woman was pressed up against her! She blinked as she could make out the woman's terrified face through the scales, hear her voice calling for their aid, for someone to help her!! Get the hell off me!! She thought with despair, moaning through her gag while her struggles only forced unintended pleasure through her body!

Meanwhile...

Somewhere close by...

A slumbering young woman awakens...

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Lick Lick Lick~

"Hrmm..." moaned the young woman with a short ponytail. Her reddish pink hair swayed in the light breeze as she lay upon the inviting warmth of her fuzzy companion.

Lick Lick Lick~

"Hrmph.... Mother..." She moaned, sliding onto her side. She was curled up into a tight ball, this slender and nubile young creature. She was dreaming of her mother, a Leprechaun who was 'one with the trees' now, or so they say.

Lick Lick Lick~



Unable to remain asleep, the young beast tamer winked open her large green eyes. "Huhhn...?" She moaned weakly before stretching her arms wide and slowly turning to her companion, Terra. "Hey~" She giggled at the old Renoan Wolf, who was one of her first friends she ever met. The large crystal embedded in her forehead made the beast far more sentient than it had right to, able to read even Noa's scattered thoughts at times. She was also the one who lead her to the Bikini Mail affixed to her arm, the 'Fairy Gauntlet' which had the wings of a dragonfly off the bracer:



Made of a unique and rare Jade Diamonds, the gauntlet could react well to her thoughts, protecting her in a number of ways. It was also one of her tools to taming beasts, as the 'eye' on the gauntlet peered into the minds of animals and linked them with Noa's mind. Noa yawned as she stood up and shook off the late evening dew. "Huh... its still night?" She addressed the wolf, looking up at the skyless canopy amid the glowing trees. She could sense no other animals nearby... which was odd. The forest was known for its abundance of fauna, most of which man-eating and she usually got accosted by such beasts at least thrice a day on a slow evening, but she was only accosted by that Zuu hours ago... she couldn't sense anything other than Terra nearby. "Huhn... thats very odd, night is the time I hardly get much sleep..." she said aloud, stretching her back by leaning side to side before leaning forwards in a pose that would have been... highly attractive to watch from the sidelines:



"Wanna hunt for a late nite snack, Terra-bear~?" Noa hummed to her companion, before the wolf barked and yapped. To this, the half Fenira blinked. "...Interlopers? A funny looking 'clown'?" She blinked at this, cocking her head to the side as she stood up and had her arms behind her back, swaying side to side coyishly. "What is a 'clown' again, Terra?" She asked her wolf friend. Another bark and yip from the beast to which Noa nodded. "Ooooh, a Pufferpuffin in mating season! All puffed up and silly looking, and mostly filled with hot air! I got ya, I got ya~" She giggled with child-like glee. Noa didn't get around often. Considered too odd by her own Leprechaun brethren, she was left behind in the Renoa Forest when she took her Shillelagh trial; not that she needed such magic as Leprechaun magic when she had the power of her gauntlet entrusted to her by her mother!

"C'mon then, lets have a peek of this 'clown' before we get some late night fixin's, sound good?" Noa innocently chimed. The wolf growled. "Huhn? What you mean he's a 'bad' Clown? Like, bad at being funny? Huh... that's just sad then..." She says with open arms and shrugged her shoulders. The wolf somewhat 'sighed' before growling in lower tone. "YAY! I'll be quiet~" She hummed, and began following her wolf into the glowing underbrush~