The Vampire of Naggaroth

by MA7

A fan request story. Ynarana Mekrath the dark elf "Gwendil" (lesbian) moved from the city of Clar Karond to a quiet plantation to escape homophobic persecution and join a small secret dark elf lesbian community, desiring a quiet life with her fellow lesbians in peace. But then everything changed when a vampire came to stalk her quiet plantation. (Set in 6th ed before GW ruined WF)

27. Chapter 27

Chapter 27(Von)

Sethelel Cirar was nervous and angry that afternoon, as she discreetly peered through a doorway at the new visitors from House Movavul. Huddled around Sethelel were all of the other Night Shift Gwendils in a big group, all of them just as nervous as Sethelel was.

Sethelel and Night Shift had barely slept, too nervous, and had only been able to relax enough to sleep at all after getting a discreet message from Ynarana delivered by three of the ducklings, telling them that they had not been named and that the House Movavul interrogators didn't care at all about Gwendils.

Even with this assurance the Gwendils were extremely agitated and afraid, a sorceress now knew that some number of Gwendils existed on the plantation!

Some of the Gwendils were already talking about leaving the plantation to find sanctuary at a different plantation, and everyone without exception was on edge and afraid.

The room they were spying on was a magnificent sitting room, containing over 40 House Movavul dark riders and one absurdly gorgeous highly underdressed sorceress, as well as Lordling Runor and Sethelel's poor bound naked girlfriend Ynarana. The Gwendils were all looking only at Ynarana and the sorceress.

Ynarana was completely naked in public yet again, and to add insult to injury she had her arms very securely bound behind her back so that she was completely helpless!, Ynarana's naked body was viciously bruised on her upper abdomen, her bare feet were filthy, and her eyes were red and swollen from obvious excessive crying!

Sethelel felt cold fury just seeing her own girlfriend in this abused state, and only fear stayed her hands from immediately trying to rescue or avenge Ynarana.

Ynarana stood beside the sorceress, smiling at her and talking happily as if they were dear friends and nothing was wrong, and Ynarana's complete calmness and lack of embarrassment was deeply unsettling.

The sorceress Ynarana was talking to was wearing what might as well be nothing at all, and was sexually attractive to the point of near absurdity, easily second place only to Vladana herself out of all the women Sethelel had ever seen this close. Had Sethelel not been so afraid for her own safety, and so angry about Ynarana's abusive treatment, then she would be lusting over the sorceress right now.

Sethelel was not capable of feeling lust over anything but Vladana's naked body right now, she was too angry and too afraid. This sorceress had apparently tortured poor Ynarana for hours, making poor Ynarana's miserable existence even more unpleasant, and Sethelel felt only cold hatred for the sorceress, no matter how beautiful she might be.

Ynarana randomly turned her gaze and saw Sethelel. Their eyes locked together and Ynarana subtly smiled with pure love for Sethelel.

Sethelel dropped her gaze instantly as the sorceress followed Ynarana's gaze!

Sethelel and the Night Shift Gwendils retreated from the doorway, moving to regroup in another room. The sorceress did not follow them, and they cautiously crept out onto a veranda to observe the sitting room subtly through tiny gaps in the heavy window shutters, slightly irritating some day shift Gwendils sitting in the way that were climbed over the top of.

Sethelel caught sight of Ynarana and the sorceress again, they were still standing together as they had been before. Sethelel watched them very closely.

Nirsa cleared her throat warningly, and Sethelel suddenly noticed that she was currently straddling Nirsa's muscular lap to peak through the shutters, so engrossed earlier that she hadn't even thought about it.

"Ynarana is being abused yet again, I need to check on her", Sethelel whispered seriously to Nirsa, climbing sideways to instead straddle the armrests between Nirsa and Elrana's pushed-together chairs.

Nirsa gave a warning growl at Sethelel's extremely close proximity to Elrana.

"I'm not trying to steal your best friend, I am worried about my own best friend", Sethelel said seriously in code.

"I understand that, but stop straddling us!", Nirsa quietly protested.

The other night shift Gwendils had deliberately avoided Nirsa and Elrana to gaze through other shutters, straddling the laps and armrests of less hostile Gwendils. Sethelel sighed and moved to evict one of these other Night Shiff Gwendils so that she could spy through the shutters.

Ynarana and the sorceress were still where they had been when Sethelel regained her view. Nothing particularly exciting was happening.

It was late afternoon but still hours before sunset, they were too agitated to get much sleep anyway so they might as well be up and spying like this.

Dark elf men on duty in the plantation grounds were chuckling at the very obvious way the Gwendils were spying on the guests, and Sethelel and the others reluctantly stopped climbing over the top of sitting day shift Gwendils to see. They needed to be more discreet…

Sethelel tried nonchalantly walking past an open veranda doorway that led into the sitting room, subtly looking in at Ynarana as she walked past the doorway.

Ynarana was giggling and laughing, talking to the sorceress and smiling happily. It looked extremely weird seeing her happy and laughing with her eyes so red and swollen.

Sethelel walked a few paces down the veranda. Sethelel waited a few moments, and then walked back past the door again, discreetly looking at Ynarana again as she walked past.

Ynarana still looked blissfully happy, her abused naked body still bound defenceless with ropes with her arms tied behind her back. Her long straight black hair was hanging freely down her back and over her shoulders, with a few strands of her hair annoying her by covering her face, the bound Ynarana unable to use her hands to brush the hair out of her face.

Sethelel walked a few paces and stopped again, and wondered how long she should wait before passing the doorway again without looking too suspicious.

Other Gwendils took it in turns to nonchalantly walk past the doorway to subtly spy on the room as Sethelel had, and the veranda was a bustle of movement as Gwendils strode innocently back and forth, ensuring that Ynarana was being watched at all times.

Too many Gwendils were doing this, it wasn't subtle enough, and some of the visitor dark riders were looking at them as Sethelel herself passed the door again…

Lordling Runor suddenly appeared in the doorway, looking irritated and slightly indignant!

The Night Shift Gwendils all shyly curtsied subserviently to their Lordling, meekly gathering closely in front of him on the veranda so that he could quietly rebuke them.

"Is there a reason why you are spying and eavesdropping on my guests like this?", Lordling Runor asked sternly.

"They are interesting to look at, there is a sorceress in there", Methi said in her most adorable voice.

The other Night Shift Gwendils all nodded in agreement with Methi.

"I'm sure you find the guests interesting, but that doesn't excuse rudeness from you low borns. The middle born dark riders and the esteemed sorceress don't want to be gawked at and spied on by low borns", Lordling Runor explained condescendingly.

The Night Shift Gwendils all hung their heads submissively and nodded with stinging pride as they were "put in their place" by Lordling Runor. The classist snob!

Sethelel and her Gwendil comrades disbursed after Lordling Runor finished lecturing them, and bitterly regrouped in a deserted mess room to whisper bitterly among themselves for a while.

They needed to know if they were indeed safe staying on this plantation, they needed to talk to Ynarana at the very least, and needed to watch the sorceress very carefully to make sure she was indeed disinterested in the presence of Gwendils.

"We need to talk to Torvines", Sethelel whispered bitterly.

The other Gwendils reluctantly agreed.

The Night Shift Gwendils returned briefly to Lordling Runor's bedroom, and collected scarves, carrying the scarves rolled up in their arms and leaving again.

They headed outside and walked straight to Torvines' soundproof house. It wasn't locked and the door was even open for daytime ventilation, so they all simply entered inside.

Skritch the skaven slave was chained to his huge rock inside, and he looked comically excited to see Sethelel leading so many women inside.

"All these elf-breeders for me?", Skritch asked excitedly.

"No", Sethelel said simply, not having the patience to deal with this right now.

Skritch sniffed anxiously at the air and suddenly got excited.

"My breeder!, I smell her!", Skritch squeaked in delight, pointing excitedly at Methi.

Methi shifted slightly at this recognition, and wrapped her face with her scarf to hide her face.

The other Gwendils belatedly also covered their faces, not having any real plan in their agitation.

Sethelel left the house to go find Torvines, and saw him riding off in the distance with a patrol of dark riders.

Sethelel waved her arms around until Torvines and his dark riders noticed, and she waited patiently for the riders to thunder towards her.

"Yes Sethelel?", Torvines asked her in a calm tone from on horseback.

"I need to talk to you in private please, inside", Sethelel said unhappily.

The dark riders chuckled and exchanged glances, but Torvines dismissed them with a gesture, dismounted and tied up his horse, and silently followed Sethelel inside his own house.

"Oh…", Torvines said quietly when he saw the massive group of crossbow armed women with their faces covered by scarves.

Sethelel closed the door and barred it shut, and Torvines nervously greeted the Gwendils politely with a dashing bow of his head.

"What did Ynarana tell that sorceress?", Sethelel demanded simply.

"Surprisingly little. I warned my cousin Naso the sorceress that Ynarana and I would be murdered if any names were revealed. She doesn't even know YOUR name Sethelel", Torvines explained quickly.

"She knows that Gwendils are present on the plantation?", Sethelel demanded.

"Yes, but not how many. Even I didn't know just how many of you existed, she was told that a small nest of Gwendils exist, and that Ynarana is one of them. She didn't care about you at all, she is only interested in Ynarana. She even reassured Ynarana that heaps of sorceresses are Gwendils when Ynarana got scared", Torvines stammered urgently.

"She didn't care?", Sethelel pressed mercilessly.

"She didn't care at all. Bound brides are protected by our House, Gwendil bound brides are shielded from the law to protect them. Exposing all of you would expose Ynarana too, it would be deeply embarrassing for House Movavul and a bound bride would risk beheading. House Movavul is happy to let this matter rest without any embarrassing revelations", Torvines insisted fearfully.

The many armed Gwendils subtly changed their expressions and postures to become marginally less hostile.

"It would be a massive scandal if your community on this plantation was exposed!, Lordling Runor would likely look into it and learn about Ynarana!, I want to protect my wife, and protect ALL of you!", Torvines implored the crowd.

"Naso understands the need for discretion in this matter, it is simply not in anyone's interests to draw any attention to this. Ynarana is not the first House Movavul bound bride to be a Gwendil, we always cover it up to protect the bound bride and our House reputation", Torvines promised adamantly.

The Gwendils murmured inaudibly among themselves, getting more relaxed.

"I swear this to be true on my honour, House Movavul will hush this whole matter up as a matter of prudence. Provided that you don't kill any House Movavul members of course…", Torvines promised with a warning at the end.

Sethelel and the other Gwendils just looked at him in silence.

"I am completely your friend and ally. I have watched Ynarana and Sethelel have sex on my bed, and I warmly encourage them to do so, I completely accept Gwendils", Torvines implored.

"You have certainly been accomodating… You want to fuck us", Sethelel more correctly outlined Torvines' position.

"Is that a terrible thing to want to explore my wife's Gwendil nature with her?, I think that few husbands in Naggaroth would be as understanding and supportive as I have been", Torvines defended himself.

"You want to fuck me in threesomes with Ynarana, you desire Gwendil orgies in your bed as you fuck us", Sethelel insisted accusingly.

"Yes I do desire that, so what?, Ynarana would certainly enjoy that too. I am willing to earn this privilege", Torvines admitted bluntly.

"Will we be SAFE though?", one of the scarfed Gwendils hissed urgently.

"You absolutely will be, I will tell anyone who is suspicious that you are only having sex with me. I will dismiss as nonsense any accusations levelled against you. This house is soundproof, you can play in complete privacy", Torvines offered.

"You are taking sexual advantage of us", another Gwendil accused.

"It can be a mutually beneficial experience, I can provide you with something you want in exchange", Torvines offered in a haggling tone.

"We want silence and safety for a start", Sethelel warned.

"I give you those things free of charge, but what else will persuade you?", Torvines replied.

"We are scared half to death for our heads and you haggle sex with us?!, You are exploiting us!", one of the Gwendils protested, sounding upset.

"I am not forcing you to do anything, I will protect you all anyway, even if NONE of you have sex with me and Ynarana. I am simply offering you the free invitation to join Ynarana and I, I am willing to make it worthwhile for any who agree", Torvines soothed.

"I am Ynarana's girlfriend, I must be present or else it will be Ynarana cheating on me and being unfaithful!, You need to convince ME first and foremost to even allow this!", Sethelel warned harshly.

"Name your price", Torvines offered.

"I want Ynarana to be treated better, I want her to be allowed to wear shoes and clothes, I want to have free access to Ynarana without having to constantly ask you for permission to see my own girlfriend. I want guaranteed rights to Ynarana that you won't simply take away on a whim. And that's just for starters", Sethelel demanded.

"I can offer you all of those except for the promise that Ynarana will be allowed to wear clothes and shoes", Torvines said apologetically.

"Even just that black sex dress would be an enormous improvement!", Sethelel complained.

"I could offer her a loincloth at most", Torvines offered.

"It deeply distresses me to see my own girlfriend being so cruelly treated all the time. I want her to be clothed and wearing shoes, it's not unreasonable", Sethelel protested.

"Ynarana is, thanks to that sadistic Gwendil, publicly viewed as a self mutilating bound bride. Self mutilating bound brides are not shown a shred of mercy, I can offer her a loincloth if I am prepared to look cravenly indulgent, but I can NOT allow Ynarana to cover her breasts or wear shoes, tradition absolutely demands this harsh deprivation", Torvines explained apologetically.

"I don't want to offend you, but I am forced to treat Ynarana harshly thanks to what that Gwendil did to her, to protect you all from exposure. I will be ridiculed by my dark riders and will be seen as dishonouring the traditions of my House if I don't treat Ynarana the part of a self mutilating bound bride", Torvines elaborated unhappily.

Sethelel glared angrily at Torvines.

"Self mutilating bound brides are completely humiliated in punishment, if the weather is safely warm enough they are forced to bare their bodies and especially their breasts to the public, they are not allowed to wear any sort of shoes so that walking is painful and unpleasant and dirty. For many days at least they are punished like this to publicly shame them to the world", Torvines insisted unhappily.

"The first day that I can clothe her again without looking dishonourably weak, I will let her wear clothes and shoes again", Torvines promised.

"Is there nothing more than a loincloth that she can wear?", Sethelel complained.

"She can wear bride binding gloves, jewellery, a waist belt, maybe some decorations, and she may carry a bag, but she must be exposed in shame and bare breasted at all times. The rules are designed to punish this type of behaviour and shame the perpetrator", Torvines said apologetically.

"This doesn't make me want to agree to have sex with you, and I can GUARANTEE you that no other Gwendil will agree to have sex with Ynarana and you without my permission. I am Ynarana's GIRLFRIEND, I alone get the privilege of deciding which Gwendils can have sex with Ynarana without it being considered cheating on me, I am the gatekeeper in this!", Sethelel warned severely.

Torvines flinched at these words and became even more respectful towards Sethelel, transparently desperately hungry to satisfy his unholy urges for the pleasures of Gwendil flesh!

"I will give you whatever you want if it is within my power, but I cannot break the traditions of my House. I can pay you money even, a lot of money if you wish, I can give you favourable treatment, what do you want?", Torvines begged her!

Sethelel cocked her head, greed at war with her disgust, she could profit greatly…

Sethelel instead suddenly got a diabolical idea and grinned evilly, making Torvines flinch nervously.

"I have recently wanted to try REVERSE bride binding, with a man tied down to the bed…", Sethelel said cruelly.

Torvines flinched violently.

"I will give you a taste of what you do to Ynarana", Sethelel pressed cruelly.

"I, well…", Torvines fumbled fearfully.

"I think that I could agree to let Ynarana have Gwendil orgies with you, if you agree to let me bind you as much as I like. For the duration of the sex you will be like a bound bride to me, you will submit to me and obey my orders, and I will be allowed to punish you in any way that doesn't permanently damage or kill you", Sethelel demanded gleefully.

Torvines blanched pale white at this offer.

"I think that almost every woman present would be more than happy to have an orgy with you if you agree to this", Sethelel added cruelly.

Every Gwendil in the entire room enthusiastically nodded in unison in cruel delight at the thought of torturing Torvines.

Torvines looked all around fearfully at the nodding Gwendils.

"I am willing to negotiate a bit more…", Torvines offered nervously.

"What's to negotiate?, You will be a bound husband to me, to us all, we will then gladly have sex with you and Ynarana, these are my terms", Sethelel said gleefully.

"I cannot be defenceless around my bound bride, she might kill me", Torvines protested.

"We can make sure you are safe from being killed, we can bind Ynarana as well", Sethelel soothed sadistically.

"I, erm, when and for how long?, I am on duty for most of the day, you work the night shift Sethelel, the timing might be a problem", Torvines stammered, strangely not outright refusing.

"I'm sure that we can work out the timing this afternoon between the two shifts, we have at least an hour of time between the end of your shift and the start of sunset, an hour is plenty of time to tickle you until you wet the bed", Sethelel teased cruelly.

Torvines flinched, his face going grey with fear.

"I, erm, could it just be normal sex without reverse bride binding?", Torvines asked hopefully.

Sethelel and every other Gwendil in the room shook their heads in refusal. This selfish, woman-hurting swine, who thought that a moment of terror for their lives was a good time to try to manipulate them for sex, this man was going to suffer for his callous hubris!

"I don't think I will enjoy that", Torvines said very hesitantly.

"If you want your delicious Gwendil orgy, this is the ONLY way you will get it. Take the offer or leave it", Sethelel chuckled cruelly.

Torvines paused at this, his face grey with fear.

"Does it have to be like this EVERY time?, Could I agree to endure this one time, and then the next time we have sex with me unbound?", Torvines negotiated, having apparently no shame at all!

"If you earn it, REALLY earn it, then maybe I will let you out, as a treat to my well behaved bound husband", Sethelel chuckled sadistically.

"I, I will have to think about this, maybe we can negotiate a bit more too?", Torvines fumbled nervously.

"What's to negotiate. If you want this then you will let me be the boss of the sex, I will make sure that you get your penis nice and wet with Gwendil vaginas, but you are going to submit to me. If you TRULY earn it I will untie you and let you play with the Gwendils freely, but even then you will submit to me as though you were a bound bride and I am your husband", Sethelel taunted mercilessly.

"I, I don't want to refuse but I don't want to agree either, not to these terms", Torvines stammered, grey with fear.

"If it's good enough for Ynarana it's good enough for you", Sethelel growled vindictively.

"This really isn't necessary", Torvines begged, still too horny to refuse.

"I will make sure you have enough fun to keep you coming crawling back for more, but I am still going to punish you. I want you to keep coming back for more for YEARS to come", Sethelel purred provocatively but vindictively.

"Years?", Torvines asked fearfully.

"Perhaps centuries", Sethelel grinned sadistically.

Torvines flinched back in horror.

"We will forgive you if you agree to this", one of the other Gwendils hissed, hiding her voice.

"Forgive me?", Torvines asked nervously.

"We have a score to settle with you", another Gwendil hissed.

"You do?", Torvines asked anxiously.

"We have MANY scores to settle with you, and now you will pay us back what you owe us in suffering", yet another Gwendil hissed.

"I, I don't want to die", Torvines slightly whimpered.

"We won't KILL you, your parents would have your House hunt us down if you died. But we will punish you, oh how much we will punish you!", Sethelel promised vindictively.

"This will earn our trust, we will accept you as our "ally" if you agree to let us get our revenge on you in full", one of the Gwendils hissed.

"You will trust me if I agree to this?", Torvines asked hopefully.

All of the Gwendils nodded.

"We will let you see our faces and know our names, we will accept you, IF you let us punish you", another Gwendil hissed.

"Just as we punished Ynarana, and just as the one who scratched up Ynarana was punished, we also must punish you. That is how we forgive people", another Gwendil hissed.

"You are not going to have me be fucked by a skaven are you!?", Torvines asked horrified.

The Gwendils all burst out laughing.

"No, we ourselves will punish you", another Gwendil hissed magnanimously in a cruel giggle.

"What will you do to me?", Torvines asked nervously.

"Everything you have ever done to Ynarana in bride binding", one Gwendil hissed.

"We will force feed you our period blood", another Gwendil hissed.

"We will piss in your mouth", yet another hissed.

"We will beat you black and blue with bruises", yet another Gwendil hissed.

"We will tickle you until you beg us to stop, but we won't stop, we won't stop until LONG after you can't endure any more", Sethelel added vindictively.

Torvines gazed around at all the Gwendils in horror.

"It will be a very fun revenge", Sethelel said nastily.

"That doesn't sound like group sex", Torvines gently protested like a shameless self centred swine.

"We will have sex with you and with Ynarana and with each other the entire time. I will punish you to tears with your penis deep inside me", Sethelel promised sadistically.

"Will it be worth the suffering?", Torvines asked uncertainly, still thinking only of himself.

"Once you have paid the FULL price of our revenge and have been forgiven, I SUPPOSE I will be nice to you and let you have fun. In time we will be close friends", Sethelel taunted cruelly.

"It won't be reverse bride binding anymore?", Torvines asked hopefully.

"Oh no, you will STILL be my bound husband, you will STILL have to submit to me during sex, but I suppose I will be slightly nicer to you once my revenge is satisfied", Sethelel purred mercilessly.

"I will not submit to you in public, I can't", Torvines warned, apparently so desperately horny for Gwendils that he still wasn't trying to refuse Sethelel's sadistic offer!

"Of course not in public, only when we have sex. Unlike my poor Ynarana, YOU get to CHOOSE when you want sex, (much as you don't deserve it), if being my bound husband gets too much for you then you can choose to limit or cancel your access to the Gwendil group sex", Sethelel offered sardonically.

"I, I can try it once and then change my mind?", Torvines asked hopefully, shamelessly selfish.

"You will lose our trust and our goodwill if you don't let us at least get our revenge on you for many many days. If you want to be accepted by us as a "friend and ally" then you WILL let us have our revenge as much as WE want. But after the revenge is FULLY satisfied you are free to decide not to have any more sex with us", Sethelel warned.

"If you truly love Ynarana at all then you will do this, it would mean so much to her if you did this for her", Sethelel said seriously.

"Ynarana?, I do love her, of course I do. But I have serious reservations about this for her sake as well. I am trying to tame her into a fully seasoned bound bride, I need to be dominant over her to tame her. Having me be submissive would be very confusing for her, it would undermine my authority over her", Torvines complained seriously.

"You can still be "dominant" over her the other 23 hours of the day, I think that she will understand", Sethelel dismissed his concerns contemptuously.

"I must remain dominant over her even during that hour, this will undermine her progress otherwise", Torvines complained.

"Ynarana will just be punished alongside you anyway, she still has twelve days worth of hours of punishment left", one of the Gwendils suggested.

Torvines stiffened protectively at this.

"We have all learned our lesson over this debacle, we won't leave so much as a scratch on her this time", a Gwendil promised.

"Where will the one who scratched her vagina be?", Torvines demanded.

"I will be too busy punishing YOU to even touch Ynarana", Methi hissed sadistically, her voice hidden.

"I don't want that woman to touch me", Torvines warned sternly.

"I will decide who touches my bound husband", Sethelel said smugly, laughing at his arrogant presumption.

"I don't want her to touch me, she will mutilate me!", Torvines demanded.

"If she does anything like that, I will have her fucked by Skritch again", Sethelel promised.

Methi shifted nervously, glancing at Skritch who was currently pulling uselessly on his rock trying to go to Methi.

"I, I am nervous", Torvines admitted, as though he had every right to fuck all the Gwendils and they were somehow being unreasonable denying him some Khaine given right.

"YOU are nervous!, WE face possible beheading today, you haven't even soothed all of our fears yet!", one of the Gwendils hissed hatefully.

"You are safe, I already told you that Naso and House Movavul have decided to hush this up and tell no one. This is over and you are completely safe", Torvines promised impatiently.

"Some of us are considering leaving the plantation just to be safe. The ONLY thing that is motivating us to stay is the chance to torture you!", the Gwendil hissed back hatefully.

"I, why do you have such malice for me?", Torvines asked in an injured tone.

The entire room jeered and laughed at him.

"You let me be GANG RAPED, you had Nirsa put with the pigs, you spent almost this entire conversation negotiating how you are going to FUCK us instead of COMFORTING us in our time of need!, Do you have any IDEA how much we HATE you!", Sethelel screamed at Torvines.

"I, I apologise", Torvines stammered in dismay.

"You clearly only see us as walking vaginas to fuck, you don't care about us at all beyond the sexual pleasure we can give you. We are going to be MERCILESS to you!", another Gwendil shouted, barely hiding her voice.

Torvines stammered unintelligibly at these words.

"I, I am having second thoughts about this agreement", Torvines eventually stammered.

"If you truly don't care at all about Gwendils then go run away out of this room right now, but don't expect any goodwill from us ever again. If you give a skaven's shit about us, let alone about Ynarana, then you will stay and face our wrath", Sethelel warned Torvines gravely.

"I, I don't want to be despised by you fine ladies, I won't run", Torvines said, finally doing something slightly heroic.

Sethelel and the others all stared hard at him in silence.

"I don't want any of you to leave the plantation, I don't want Ynarana to be a hated pariah with no friends, I don't want you to hate me forever more", Torvines continued.

"Good, we will punish you for an hour this afternoon when your day shift ends", Sethelel said with the faintest ghost of respect.

"And every afternoon for the foreseeable future", another Gwendil hissed vindictively.

"An hour each afternoon until WE decide to forgive you", Sethelel added sternly.

"I, I accept…", Torvines agreed nervously.

"Oh bound husband, I am going to enjoy you for the rest of our lives", Sethelel said vindictively.

Torvines gulped nervously.

"Every time you make Ynarana cry, I will make YOU cry, for each and every bruise I will put a matching bruise on you", Sethelel said gleefully in triumph.

"I shall redouble my efforts to treat Ynarana as kindly as possible", Torvines offered fearfully.

"That would certainly be wise", Sethelel purred.

"I, I hope that I will learn to enjoy this new relationship with you Sethelel", Torvines said hopefully.

"Only if you are very masochistic", Sethelel said coldly.

Torvines fell silent, looking anxious.

"This new "relationship" is going to hurt you much MUCH more than it hurts me", Sethelel chuckled cruelly…

***…

"What is wrong with you Torvines?, You look like you have seen a ghost", Naso mused a little later that afternoon in the luxurious sitting room.

Ynarana peered at Torvines, and had to agree that he did indeed look pale and rather spooked.

Torvines looked around to make sure no one else was in earshot, and froze when he looked over at one of the shuttered windows.

Ynarana followed his gaze and saw a few female faces unsubtly squinting in through the gaps in the shutters.

"Ynarana's… Friends, do not look happy", Naso mused very quietly.

Ynarana excused herself and walked out onto the veranda, still naked with her hands tied behind her back, to talk to the Gwendils who were looking through the shutters.

"Sethelel?", Ynarana said in happy surprise, seeing her girlfriend among the Gwendils on the veranda.

Sethelel was as pretty as ever, wearing faded grey female trousers and a matching grey female long sleeve top, with her cheap and nasty scale mail vest worn over her top. She had boots and a sword belt, and she had a repeater crossbow slung over her shoulder on a strap, with a few spare ammunition clips hooked to her sword belt alongside a tiny dagger and a little pouch of odds and ends.

Sethelel looked Ynarana's naked body up and down, and frowned at Ynarana's bruises, nudity, restrained arms and lack of shoes.

Sethelel greeted Ynarana with a smile nevertheless, and walked up to Ynarana, greeting her with a hug for a few moments.

Ynarana smiled blissfully in Sethelel's presence, so deeply in love with her. Ynarana felt love more and more strongly as more and more of her pride died, giving all of her existing relationships a new sweetness and intensity of love.

Ynarana basked in the glorious feeling of just being in Sethelel's presence, her face beaming with happiness.

"I am happy to see you", Ynarana carefully understated, but her tone containing the full intensity of her warm joyous feelings.

Sethelel smiled, seemingly infected by the blazing happy warmth Ynarana was radiating in her direction. Her posture relaxed, and happiness crept into her eyes.

Ynarana just grinned happily, not saying much but letting her joy radiate out of her onto Sethelel.

"You look so happy", Sethelel said tenderly, reflecting back some of Ynarana's infectious warmth.

"I feel so happy, just so so happy, and all the happier for seeing you", Ynarana said back gayly.

Sethelel looked around for a seat on the chair filled slightly crowded veranda, and ushered Ynarana to sit down next to her in a free pair of wooden chairs a short distance down the veranda among other seated Gwendils.

Ynarana happily sat, and tried to get comfortable with her hands behind her back.

"Why are you bound like that?", Sethelel asked quietly in an unhappy tone.

"I threatened to punch Naso the Sorceress this morning", Ynarana chuckled happily, her smile going all the way up to her eyes.

Sethelel laughed, and patted Ynarana's bound arms.

"I don't mind being bound, the mood I am in is too happy to be bothered by anything", Ynarana said happily.

"Why are you so happy?", Sethelel asked fondly.

"I am a bound bride, I just get happier all the time. Naso the Sorceress spent hours breaking my pride with humiliation, I feel wonderful afterwards", Ynarana explained happily.

Sethelel frowned at this, looking at Ynarana with protective concern that was very sweet.

"I am starting to feel like Safafi, everything is just so wonderful in my heart. The more I am broken down with punishments and humiliation, the more joy I feel. Today I begged Torvines to be stricter with me than ever, I want more", Ynarana said joyously.

"You did?, You actually asked him to be so horrible to you?", Sethelel asked, sounding upset and strangely guilty.

"Yes, I begged him to be absolutely merciless with me to let me feel more of this joy as quickly as possible", Ynarana explained blissfully.

"Oh, I feel bad for yelling at him earlier to be nicer to you", Sethelel whispered awkwardly.

"That is so sweet of you", Ynarana laughed happily, not at all offended.

"I fear that he WILL listen to me though", Sethelel whispered awkwardly.

"I'm sure it will not matter. Your motives were pure", Ynarana reassured happily.

Torvines chose this moment to walk out onto the veranda, and Ynarana smiled beamingly at her husband.

Torvines was barely looking at Ynarana, instead looking at Sethelel with a surprising amount of fear.

Ynarana looked in confusion from Torvines to Sethelel, something was strange.

Torvines seemed to force himself with great effort to walk over to the pair past all the other Gwendils on the veranda, looking pale and fearful. The Gwendils all followed him with their gazes as he passed, in a way that was almost predatory?

Torvines stood in front of the seated Ynarana and Sethelel, standing in surprising silence without even greeting them?

Sethelel put her lips to Ynarana's ear and whispered, "I agreed to threesomes and group sex with you and Torvines, on the condition that it be reverse bride binding…"

Ynarana blinked in surprise at these words, looking curiously at Torvines. Torvines shifted in slight embarrassment under Ynarana's curious gaze.

"I promised to treat him the way he treats you, I promised him that every time he makes you cry, I would make him cry. I promised him bruise for bruise", Sethelel whispered awkwardly.

Ynarana tutted in slight annoyance.

"I really wish you had at least asked me first before hand", Ynarana said aloud slightly annoyed. Torvines looked strangely hopeful and even relieved at Ynarana's words, as though he expected Ynarana to somehow rescue him?

"Not just me, the whole of night shift want to do things to him, and Torvines agreed", Sethelel whispered softly in her ear.

Ynarana gazed at Torvines protectively, not wanting him to be hurt.

"That is too much, just you could be fun but not all those others", Ynarana complained aloud, getting deeply concerned now. Torvines looked even more hopeful, but also disappointed, he seemed to be slightly incorrectly trying to guess what Sethelel had whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry Ynarana, but the decision is final", Sethelel said audibly so that Torvines could hear it.

"Do you actually want… That thing?", Ynarana asked Torvines in code.

"What thing?", Torvines asked quietly.

"The thing that might be… Unpleasant, for you", Ynarana said very quietly and hesitantly.

"Oh…", Torvines said, understanding.

"I am reluctantly in favour", Torvines said very quietly.

"Then I accept your decision", Ynarana said with bound bride submission to her husband, and tried (unsuccessfully) to stop fretting about it.

Other night shift Gwendils were sitting all around them in easy earshot of this conversation, and they grinned nastily but said nothing.

Ynarana peered at the grinning nasty women, finding their attitudes distasteful.

Torvines followed Ynarana's gaze, and the Gwendils fearlessly kept the unkind grins on their faces!

Torvines quickly looked away to hide the obvious fact that he had just discovered the identities of some Gwendils, and Sethelel grinned at him with surprising glee...

"Don't be too mean", Ynarana said quietly so that both Sethelel and Torvines and the nearest Gwendils could hear her.

The Gwendils in earshot snorted with amusement, causing Torvines to shift fearfully. This was unprecedented how unsubtle they were all being!

"Not even trying to be subtle?", Ynarana said rhetorically to the air.

The Gwendils in earshot froze cautiously out of long habit, and Torvines paled slightly.

"He has some idea of the number now, though only vaguely. Subtlety is of less use now", Sethelel said just loudly enough for the other Gwendils to hear.

"He does?", Ynarana asked curiously.

The Gwendils in earshot all shrugged in unison, making Torvines flinch.

"These crossbow bolt heads are too sharp, the blacksmith really shouldn't sharpen them so much, it's like a razor blade", Hoho Negulloth from night shift said loudly, sitting literally right in the chair beside Ynarana.

Torvines froze, Hoho was nonchalantly fiddling with her repeater crossbow on her lap.

"I, erm, maybe talk to the blacksmith about not sharpening them so much?", Torvines replied extremely fearfully.

"I don't know, on second thought you never know when you might need such a razor sharp crossbow bolt head. Just think what would happen if this hit someone in the guts", Hoho replied suggestively.

Torvines tensed.

"That is true, archer whose name I have never learned", Torvines replied extremely carefully.

"Just the other day you told me what a pleasure it was to speak to me in person, instead of through Sethelel. We had a lovely chat about the importance of being kind to all women. You have forgotten me already?", Hoho mused nonchalantly, looking Torvines right in the eyes.

"I, erm, hello. I hardly recognise you without the scarf", Torvines said very cautiously, deeply on edge.

"We will be seeing each other for at least an hour every afternoon for possibly forever and ever, no point wearing scarves anymore", Hoho said with a slightly predatory grin.

"I, well, I suppose you have a point", Torvines replied extremely politely with obvious fear.

"My name is Hoho Negulloth by the way", Hoho added slightly mockingly.

"I know…", Torvines replied quietly.

Hoho laughed at his response.

Ynarana gazed at Hoho slightly fearfully, (as Torvines gazed at her much MUCH more fearfully).

Hoho was a low born cosmetic makers' daughter, born in a low born family that manufactured dark elf cosmetic products for a living in Clar Karond, and her face was heavily painted with various homemade cosmetics of her own making to enhance her beauty.

The vast sex and brothel industries in Naggaroth had an insatiable demand for cosmetics to paint the faces of whores and sex slaves, not to mention the endless demand for cosmetics by vain women with money, and this demand had spawned an entire industry devoted to creating and supplying cosmetics. Hoho's Negulloth family was just one of many low born families employed in this industry, and she knew her family's craft of making cosmetics extremely well.

Hoho was a luscious creature with her painted face, not unusually busty for an elf woman, physically about the dark elf average in all regards, but with a very striking face when it was covered in cosmetics like this, with her long black hair carefully styled to supplement her excessive cosmetics. Her eyes were lined strikingly with some black charcoal dust containing substance that drew attention to her eyes, and the skin around her eyes was further expertly shadowed with some other eye shadowing cosmetic to enhance her eyes even more.

The rest of her face was finely painted with various light pigments of some powder she had concocted from things found around the plantation, enhancing her natural beauty greatly, and her lips in particular were very heavily painted in a striking dark red colour that drew especial attention to her mouth. The resulting face from so much cosmetics was very pretty indeed.

Hoho smiled at Torvines with her dark red painted lips, her cosmetic covered face subtly cruel.

"I have a random question, completely changing the subject. Are the testicles of a man truly as painful as it is rumoured they are?", Hoho asked with an edge of cruelty in her voice.

Torvines blanched pale white at the question and held his armoured crotch protectively in open mouthed horror.

Ynarana tutted unhappily at this cruelty to her husband.

"What happens if they are hit with some sort of stick, that would really hurt wouldn't it?", Hoho pressed mercilessly.

"Not with a stick…", Torvines murmured in raw horror.

"It's just a question, I'm just really curious", Hoho said playfully.

"You are being horrid, don't say such things!", Ynarana complained protectively.

"It's just a hypothetical question", Hoho defended mischievously.

Other Gwendils on the veranda were smirking and giggling, and many visibly balled one hand into a fist and then slapped their fist with their other hand, imitating testicles being hit.

Torvines was going grey and getting ever more alarmed as more and more Gwendils slapped their own fist.

Ynarana was getting upset now, desiring to protect her husband, and she looked expectantly at Sethelel.

"Not too much, just a bit", Sethelel soothed.

"Speak for yourself", Hoho said to Sethelel, Hoho slapping her own fist enthusiastically.

Torvines seemed to be getting lightheaded from being so grey skinned, and he sat down queasily in an empty chair on the other side of Hoho.

Hoho deliberately held out her fist so that it was clearly in the corner of Torvines' vision, and started playfully softly slapping her fist so that he could see it.

The entire veranda burst out laughing at Hoho's action, and Sethelel patted Ynarana's upper back soothingly to calm her down.

Torvines deliberately ignored Hoho, and seemed to be breathing deeply to calm himself down. Hoho then put her painted mouth to his ear and whispered something.

Torvines suddenly stood up and ran to the veranda railing, bending over the railing to vomit on the ground below!, The Gwendils all giggled uncontrollably.

Ynarana stood up and went to her husband, nuzzling her bound body against his back to try to comfort him.

"What did she say?", Ynarana asked Torvines quietly.

"I'm not repeating it", Torvines replied simply, composing himself with effort.

Several low born male dark elves from the plantation grounds were approaching now to assist Torvines, not having understood the Gwendil conversation but having seen Torvines vomiting.

"I'm fine, just an upset stomach", Torvines lied, composing himself.

The male dark elves respectfully left Torvines alone when he waved them away with a gesture, and they instead noticed the dark elf women.

Some of the Gwendils who had moments ago been psychologically tormenting Torvines suddenly found themselves being hit on by the dark elf men.

"How are you my dear Hoho, you are looking so pretty today as always", one of the low born dark elf men named Garnek Nurarat the slave driver greeted happily and slightly huskily.

Hoho looked subtly harassed but didn't resist too much as she was relentlessly romantically pestered by Garnek, suddenly forced to pretend she wasn't a Gwendil but merely a very coy and shy "normal" woman.

Hoho cried out softly in dismay as Garnek brazenly put his chainmail sleeved arm down the neck hole of her top and scale mail to handle her breasts!

Hoho looked embarrassed and deeply dismayed as Garnek shamelessly fondled her breasts with his hand under her clothes, but she offered no physical resistance beyond the most gentle and halfhearted tugging on his arm to pull his hand out of there. Garnek chuckled amusedly at her gentle resistance and apparent coyness, and was merely encouraged to sexually assault Hoho even more, obviously intent on fucking her.

Hoho wasn't the only Gwendil being brazenly sexually assaulted, with many Gwendils on the veranda now in very serious sexual peril, and even Sethelel looked harassed as she was pulled out of her chair to her feet and had the cheek of her bottom grabbed through her trousers!, Only Ynarana the bound bride was spared from the unwanted sexual advances.

Torvines turned and watched silently as his female tormentors were in danger of being raped, fear of exposure as Gwendils preventing them from offering too much resistance.

Hoho's eyeliner framed eyes were now crossed to look in dismay at Garnek's erect penis brazenly poking the tip of her painted nose!, The penis then moved and the (rather sweaty) testicles were instead resting on her dismayed painted face!

Hoho subtly glared at Torvines bitterly as she was sexually assaulted in this humiliating way, as did many of the other Gwendils who had been psychologically tormenting him before.

Sethelel unhappily fled to Torvines' side when one of the men pulled down her pants from behind and tried to bugger her!, Torvines immediately put a possessive arm around Sethelel, and the man trying to impregnate her anus backed off immediately in respect to Torvines.

Hoho herself had the raw cheek to also run to Torvines' side for protection when Garnek tried to force her to put his gross sweaty testicles in her painted mouth!, Torvines just looked at her coldly, mercilessly making no move to protect her from being raped as Garnek approached to grab her!

Sethelel gave Torvines an unsubtle nudge with her hips, and he reluctantly put his arm possessively around Hoho as well, pulling her in close to him and even covering her partially with his dark rider cloak in a display of ownership. Garnek who was enthusiastically trying to testicle rape Hoho's mouth looked at Torvines in stunned disbelief.

"Um, excuse me Chief Herald Torvines, Hoho there is my girl", Garnek requested anxiously, respectfully putting away his penis as he spoke to Torvines.

"Is this man your boyfriend?", Torvines asked Hoho.

Hoho shook her head, her heavily painted face openly looking deeply embarrassed by this entire humiliating situation.

"She says she's not your girl", Torvines said simply.

"Hoho is just very very coy, I have been playing this game with her for a long time, she always says "no no", but she doesn't mean it", Garnek insisted.

"Playing games with her is not the same as being her boyfriend with a claim of ownership on her, that makes her fair game. I was actually already in the middle of chatting up Hoho when I got sick, she already said that she wanted to have sex with me when a turn of my stomach interrupted our conversation. You are technically the one who is stealing her from me right now", Torvines insisted politely.

"But you said nothing until now, you just stood and watched me play with her. You hardly seem to be jealous or bothered", Garnek politely complained.

"Hoho wasn't objecting at first, I figured that she was choosing you over me and I graciously accepted her choice. But now she seems to have decided to choose me after all, so I claim her", Torvines replied with chivalrous haughtiness.

"But, but you are already married to Ynarana, and you are claiming Sethelel as well it seems?", Garnek politely but unhappily complained.

"I am organising group sex this afternoon, Sethelel and Hoho have already agreed to join, I am offering and hoping that other women will join too, I had intended to approach every woman on the veranda to invite them. It's a bit rude to just demand to steal Hoho when she has already agreed to go home with me this afternoon", Torvines said semi-truthfully.

"That's a bit greedy taking so many women", Garnek respectfully complained.

"The privilege of rank I am afraid. The higher ranking you are, the more women want to sleep with you. Lordling Runor gets the biggest group sexes but as Chief Herald I get the second biggest", Torvines apologised haughtily.

Some other sexually harassed looking night shift Gwendils loudly announced that they were joining Torvines in group sex also, running over to Torvines, and a growing group of women stood around Torvines for protection from rape and sexual harassment.

Garnek and the other low born dark elf men unhappily moved to the few remaining Gwendils on the veranda who were actually (reluctantly) willing to have sex with them.

Elrana Vorkoth was literally a prostitute, and would eagerly have sex with any man who paid her enough money, but the men spurned her because they didn't want to have to pay any money for sex. Nirsa Kegrogat of course was the official girlfriend of Gugath Lokoveth, (and wasn't viewed as particularly attractive by the men anyway), so Nirsa was left alone by the men. A suspiciously large number of the day shift Gwendils seemed to have quietly left the veranda during all of this confusion to escape the men, limiting the options for the men even more.

What was left on the veranda was an extremely dismayed looking squadron of barely-old-enough day shift ducklings, who were too young and silly to quietly escape earlier when they could, and were too scared of Torvines to seek the shelter he provided!

The men eagerly approached the frightened group of late-adolescent dark elf girls, like hungry sharks cornering a school of terrified fish, and Ynarana didn't have the heart to watch the fate of these poor Gwendil youngsters!

The low born dark elf men soon left the veranda, dragging all of the deeply dismayed day shift ducklings off to an empty barn to fuck them, leaving the night shift Gwendils on this part of the veranda more or less unraped thanks to Torvines protecting them.

Torvines looked down smugly at the Gwendils he had just rescued, obviously feeling like a hero. (Not counting what happened to the ducklings).

Hoho looked up at Torvines, raised her hands slightly and slapped her fist over and over again!

Torvines' smug smile collapsed, replaced with horror and betrayal. The other Gwendils also slapped their fists!

"You bunch of ingrates!, I just rescued you!", Torvines quietly hissed in betrayal.

"Yes, and for that we won't add EVEN MORE blows of the stick to your testicles in punishment. But you still have a long list of past actions in need of revenge", Hoho softly and quietly explained in a barely audible whisper.

"But, but…", Torvines whimpered, going grey again.

"For every act of kindness to women, you spare yourself ADDITIONAL hits of the stick to the testicles, and for every time you FAIL to protect or be kind to women, your poor testicles get MORE hits", Hoho whispered mercilessly.

Torvines just stared at her in horror.

"The sooner you are perfectly kind to women, the sooner we will be finished with beating your testicles", Hoho whispered sternly.

"Don't damage my husband, I need a lot more babies", Ynarana complained.

"We will be very careful not to break them as we beat them for days and days and days", Hoho soothed cruelly.

Torvines groaned in despair.

***…

Sethelel and the rest of Night Shift grinned diabolically as they finished tying the naked Torvines down to his own bed, for their first ever "group sex" with the horny misogynistic swine.

"Hello bound husband!", the entire naked night shift said gleefully in unison.

"Don't hurt him", Ynarana complained from where she stood beside the bed, her arms still tied behind her back so she could do nothing to stop anyone.

Hoho and a number of other Gwendils knelt on the bed around Torvines and held up carefully blunted sticks threateningly, and drew back their sticks to strike.

A perfectly timed chorus of WHACKS struck Torvines in the testicles in rapid succession one after the other, as perfectly choreographed sticks struck with the grace that only elves possessed.

Torvines screamed in agony, thrashing desperately in his bonds as the graceful stick strikes hit his testicles in perfectly timed never ending rapid fire. Sethelel grinned in satisfied delight watching this awful man being punished like this.

"Stop hurting him!", Ynarana bitterly protested, but was ignored.

Sethelel walked over to her beloved Ynarana, and kissed at her lips. Ynarana distractedly returned some of the kisses, but was too busy shouting at Gwendils to leave Torvines alone to kiss Sethelel properly.

Other Gwendils who were not torturing Torvines began to surround Ynarana, reaching out for her body with their hands to punish her as her own excessive punishment sentence was still owing, and Ynarana began to flinch and laugh as she was tickled in various places.

Ynarana was soon in a fit of laughter as her stomach was squeezed, and was soon laying down on the floor laughing hysterically, as Gwendils tickled her body all over and a few started to erotically lick her in various places.

The cosmetic painted Hoho was already straddling Torvines, her entire luscious body powdered and painted in pleasing erotic shades that she had put on especially for this group sex, making her look especially alluring. Hoho was currently guiding Torvines' half-limp penis inside her vagina with slight difficulty, as the graceful stick strikes continued to hit his testicles with perfect accuracy underneath her powdered bum.

Sethelel suddenly noticed that Methi was unlocking Skritch from his heavy rock, what the hell was she doing?!

"Skritch!, Skritch what are you doing!", Methi was protesting a moment later as, (predictably), the tiny little skaven enthusiastically pounced on her trying to fuck her. Sethelel laughed nastily at Methi suffering for her own stupidity.

Ynarana was moaning as much as laughing now as she was licked all over while being tickled, and Sethelel romantically sat on Ynarana's moaning laughing face, feeling the pleasure of Ynarana distractedly trying to lick Sethelel down below. Oh Khaine that felt good!

Hoho seemed to have somehow managed to get Torvines actually hard now, and was straddling him rhythmically as he moaned in horrific agony.

"Skritch!, Skritch what are you doing to me?", Methi was still exclaiming, but strangely only in halfhearted protest, and Methi was now willingly laid down on the floor with her legs spread accomodatingly as Skritch fucked her!?

Methi was an absolute freak!, Her face was twisted in obvious disgust and revulsion, she clearly wasn't enjoying herself and was physically repelled by the revolting little skaven slave, but she was still not actually resisting him in any way despite being far stronger than the tiny creature!

Some unoccupied Gwendils went to Methi's aid and moved to pull Skritch off her, but Methi shooed the Gwendils away, telling the Gwendils that she WANTED Skritch to fuck her!

Sethelel looked away in disgust, Methi was disgusting!

Sethelel turned her attention back to having sex with Ynarana.

Ynarana's vagina was currently being licked by two different Gwendils at the same time, as Sethelel sat on Ynarana's face. An orgy was taking shape around Ynarana and Sethelel, and Sethelel groaned in pleasure as a pair of Gwendils started sucking her nipples.

Sethelel basked in her intense pleasure, Ynarana's hysterically laughing mouth distractedly licking and kissing Sethelel's vagina, a pair of Gwendils squeezing Ynarana's stomach mercilessly to keep her laughing uncontrollably.

Loud male weeping suddenly drew Sethelel's distracted attention to the bed.

Torvines was in tears now from the never ending rapid fire swats to his testicles, and a pair of Gwendils on either side of him were smugly licking the tears off his face as Hoho straddled him more energetically.

"Can I come?", Ynarana laughed hopefully into Sethelel's vagina, drawing Sethelel's attention again.

"You may come freely Ynarana, as many times as you like for the entire group sex", Sethelel said tenderly.

Ynarana groaned in gratitude and was soon screaming in multiple orgasms through her tormented laughter.

Sethelel felt herself start to climax, and she groaned loudly in pleasure as she orgasmed powerfully, just a single glorious long orgasm without multiples.

Sethelel got off Ynarana's face, instantly replaced by Asta Dekkuthar who eagerly straddled Ynarana's damp laughing face, and Sethelel stood up to inspect everything.

The candle clock showed that they still had plenty of time. The room was not too badly untidied, (ok maybe a little bit), and the Gwendils were divided in two groups between Ynarana on the floor and Torvines on the bed, (with Methi and Skritch forming a separate weird couple of their own). The majority of the orgy was on the floor around Ynarana, and the majority of night shift had yet to touch Ynarana or Torvines at all.

"You are a weird woman Methi", Sethelel said as Methi groaned in disgusted nausea from the rat, (Sethelel and the rest of the orgy deliberately no where near Methi and Skritch).

Skritch was fucking Methi in a hyperactive frenzy, filling her up with revolting rat come!, It was disgusting, Methi obviously wasn't enjoying it, but she was forcing herself to continue!, What madness had come over Methi to willingly do this?!

Skritch squeaked shrilly in pleasure one last time, and pulled out of Methi, squeaking that he was empty and clutching his empty testicles in pain.

"Excellent Skritch, that's just what I wanted", Methi said with cruel mischief, and stood up, vagina visibly overflowing and dripping with gross green tinged rat sperm!

Methi composed herself from her earlier disgust and sauntered sadistically right up to Torvines, straddling Torvines' head and sitting her rat come filled vagina right down on his mouth!

Torvines roared in horror and revulsion, and Methi laughed with gleeful sadism!

"Thanks for filling me up with your sperm Skritch!", Methi yelled extremely loudly in thanks, making Torvines scream with renewed horror.

Sethelel burst out laughing, as did every other Gwendil who saw this, Methi was absolutely diabolical!

Torvines was struggling violently, trying to keep Skritch's semen out of his screaming mouth by twisting his head away, but a pair of sadistic Gwendils grabbed his head tightly and cruelly forced his mouth back into contact with Methi's rat semen filled vagina!

Sethelel laughed so much that she slightly wet herself!

Oh Khaine this was hilarious!

"Hurry up and climax, I'm a Gwendil you know and this is getting REALLY boring!", Hoho loudly protested to Torvines when he completely failed to climax thanks to Methi.

Hoho got bored a moment later and simply got off Torvines' surprisingly erect penis, returning to hitting his testicles with a stick. Sethelel shrugged and climbed on the penis just to be nice when no one else rushed to take it, and she groaned in slight discomfort as the huge yucky thing stretched her deep inside.

The endless stick blows to Torvines' testicles were so well aimed that they didn't so much as graze Sethelel, and she unenthusiastically gyrated up and down on the penis in sexual disinterest as Torvines screamed into Methi's oozing vagina. Sethelel was a Gwendil and this wasn't fun, she was almost dry.

Methi was gleefully rubbing and grinding her vile skaven fluids into Torvines' screaming open mouth with a blissful sadistic smile on her face, and Sethelel couldn't help laughing anew at this hilarious diabolical mischief.

"That's about as much as his testicles can take without causing damage", Hoho mused sadistically a few minutes later, and all of the stick blows suddenly stopped.

Torvines seemed to be weeping with relief under Methi's oozing vagina, thinking that his torture was over.

Sethelel reached down to the spot on Torvines' stomach that he was so fond of squeezing on Ynarana's stomach, and she began to energetically squeeze.

Torvines roared with laughter and started to thrash in his ropes, and Sethelel grinned vindictively and just kept squeezing.

Ynarana was still laughing and moaning loudly under a pile of Gwendils, and the orgy was really taking off.

Skritch was suddenly climbing on the bed and wrestling with Methi trying to fuck her again, apparently recovered to go again!, Sethelel and the other Gwendils recoiled in disgust.

Methi willingly moved slightly and leaned back with her legs spread, ass slightly sideways over Torvines' forehead so that Skritch could fuck her from an angle so that he wouldn't accidentally kick Sethelel with his feet!

Sethelel was still impaled on Torvines' penis, forcing her to remain far too close for comfort to Methi getting rat fucked!

Torvines' eyes looked up in horror as Skritch's rat penis entered Methi right over his face!

"No Sethelel, please stop the skaven, I can't endure such foulness any longer!", Torvines begged her in nausea.

"Yeah it's pretty gross. No more skaven come to Torvines' mouth Methi, and stop letting Skritch fuck you right on top of Torvines", Sethelel said indulgently.

Methi protested unhappily, but repositioned to the floor to keep fucking Skritch, still determined to get herself refilled with rat come for reasons Sethelel couldn't fathom.

Torvines looked up at Sethelel straddling his penis, and he groaned in grateful relief. Sethelel had stopped tickling him in all the confusion with Skritch on the bed, and she did not resume, at least not for the moment.

Sethelel indulgently gyrated on his penis, and he groaned in pleasure, she had no sexual desire for Torvines at all and was struggling to stay wet enough to even keep it comfortable for him. Torvines himself at least looked like he was enjoying the sex, but he was also spitting in disgust to get the skaven come out of his mouth and he looked like he was in a lot of pain from his testicles earlier.

Hoho and the other stick Gwendils suddenly fell upon Torvines tickling him all over, and he roared with laughter and thrashed in his ropes.

Sethelel grinned down at Torvines and helped squeeze his stomach again, making him laugh and convulse as she rode him.

Torvines was laughing and tormented, but he was also getting hard from all the naked Gwendils touching him, and especially getting hard from Sethelel riding him. Sethelel felt him grow absolutely huge and rock hard inside her.

"You have to ask for permission to climax bound husband", Sethelel warned him meanly.

"Can I please come?", Torvines begged hopefully.

"Nope", Sethelel said diabolically.

Torvines groaned in dismay, and kept laughing hard as the Gwendils tickled him.

Sethelel kept energetically riding him, jiggling her breasts to excite him, and Torvines stayed rock hard and got increasingly dismayed.

Hoho began to erotically lick Torvines' nipple to provoke his lust, and the other naked Gwendils followed suit, licking him all over as they tickled him.

Skritch squeaked loudly in orgasm, loudly informing Methi that he had climaxed to the point of emptiness, and Torvines was even more tormented by the knowledge that Skritch could come when Torvines couldn't.

"Can I please climax?", Torvines groaned hopefully.

"No chance, Skritch gets to come but you have to keep holding it!", Sethelel laughed cruelly.

Torvines moaned in frustrated misery and continued to hold his orgasm back as Sethelel and the others provoked his lust as savagely as possible.

Torvines' torment was extremely funny and entertaining, but having sex with him was utterly boring for Sethelel the Gwendil, and she was getting really bored as it went on.

"You can come", Sethelel said when she got so bored that it was intolerable, completely disinterested in all men and not herself climaxing at all.

"Thank you!", Torvines exclaimed in comically extreme relief.

Torvines groaned intensely in orgasmic pleasure and relief, and Sethelel felt his sperm fill her.

Sethelel climbed off Torvines, relieved to get off his gross penis finally, and Methi immediately climbed on Torvines' half floppy penis in Sethelel's place, Skritch's sperm oozing out of her to cover Torvines' penis!

"No not the rat come woman!", Torvines roared in revulsion.

"Sethelel only said I couldn't put it on your mouth, now you get to be lubricated with the rat come of another "man"!, I will make you come in me and mix your sperm with Skritch's!", Methi taunted diabolically, slipping Torvines' penis fully inside her oozing hole.

Sethelel and the other Gwendils burst out laughing at Torvines' predicament.

"I am the one who scratched up Ynarana by the way", Methi said tauntingly, Torvines fully inside her.

"You!, I HATE you!", Torvines shouted at her wrathfully.

"That's very rude bound husband!, I think you need extra punishment!", Methi scolded severely, squeezing his stomach with maniacal enthusiasm.

Torvines was bound fast and could do exactly nothing to stop Methi, laughing angrily as she tickled him mercilessly, his penis forced to remain inside her and enveloped with vile skaven semen. Sethelel found it hilarious.

Sethelel left Torvines to his fate, and instead retrieved the hysterically laughing bound Ynarana from the middle of the orgy, pulling her to her feet away from her tormentors and kissing her passionately.

"No, I don't like you!", Ynarana protested!

Sethelel was shocked and offended!

"I don't like ANY of you sick, evil IDIOTS!", Ynarana screamed at the entire room.

"What has come over you?", Sethelel exclaimed at Ynarana.

"My husband was being force fed RAT SEMEN!", Ynarana shouted at Sethelel indignantly.

"It was funny, it won't hurt him", Sethelel reassured.

"You don't know that!, Skaven are chaos creatures tainted with WARPSTONE!, Do you have any idea what the ingested tainted meat of such a creature can do to an elf?!", Ynarana raged hysterically.

Sethelel paused at this extremely reasonable objection. Methi also got suddenly alarmed and ran off to the bathing area to thoroughly clean herself out with copious water.

"I WARNED you that letting Methi get fucked by Skritch was dangerous!, You didn't even ask me first before you locked me out of my own home for an entire day and possibly gave Methi warpstone poisoning!, Why are you so irresponsible!", Ynarana shouted at Sethelel!

"I'm not all that irresponsible", Sethelel defended herself.

"I myself have been VAGINALLY MUTILATED by Methi when you were supposed to watch out for my safety!, That is irresponsibility on your part!, And now you have put my husband in danger of being POISONED!", Ynarana exclaimed severely!

"I, I'm sorry Ynarana, I'm really sorry. You are right, I failed you twice. You, you may punish me in some way to get me back", Sethelel said guiltily, offering Ynarana revenge to forgive her.

"I accept your apology, but I don't need revenge. I LOVE you, why would I ever want to hurt you in vengeance?!", Ynarana replied, sounding almost offended by Sethelel's offer of revenge.

"It's your relationship and your choice I guess Ynarana, but getting some revenge might help your relationship a lot", Hoho suggested respectfully.

Other Gwendils nodded in agreement with Hoho's common sense advice.

"I don't want you to hold a grudge against me Ynarana, I plan to stay with you forever as girlfriend and girlfriend, I don't want a grudge driving a wedge between us. Please get your revenge on me now when the grudge is small so that you can forgive me", Sethelel said tenderly and soothingly.

"I don't need revenge to forgive you, I need to TALK to you about the issues most certainly, but I don't need revenge. Getting revenge on you would be distressing and offensive to me, the mere thought of deliberately hurting you is OFFENSIVE to me!, I am a bound bride, I don't think like I used to anymore, I don't want to hurt ANYONE, least of all someone I love!", Ynarana implored emphatically.

The entire room had stopped by this point, with the entire orgy halted entirely. Everyone was gawking at Ynarana incredulously.

"You have changed too much Ynarana", several Gwendils quietly opined unhappily in unison.

"You are very sweet Ynarana, very very sweet. But you need to be sensible. Sethelel is right, you need to get your revenge and forgive her properly if you have a grievance, for the sake of your relationship. None of us want to see you and Sethelel break up over this", Asta Dekkuthar encouraged soothingly.

"We are NOT going to break up over this!, What are you talking about?, Just because I don't want to torture my own girlfriend for a lack of responsibility doesn't mean I want to break up with her!", Ynarana exclaimed in shock.

"It's your relationship not ours, but forgiveness is very important", Asta insisted.

"I DO forgive, I forgive ALL of you again and again and again without all this extreme vengeance for fucking everything!, I am not the one who has a problem forgiving people, it is the REST of you who can't forgive anything at all without vengeance and torture!", Ynarana shouted at everyone accusingly.

"I'm sick of it!, I'm sick of all of you!, I love you so stupidly much Sethelel, but I am SO angry with you right now!, I'm not even angry right now about you being irresponsible, I am angry that you think I want to torture you in vengeance!", Ynarana exclaimed.

"And the rest of you, I submit to the most horrific punishments from the rest of you for things that were not even my fault!, I didn't even tell anyone that I am a Gwendil before they already knew. Safafi and Tovonnith are just so damn intuitive that they figured it out without me saying it!, NONE of you would have fared any better!, If any other one of you had been in my place, Torvines' parents would have likewise figured it out and you would be being punished unfairly just as I am now!", Ynarana angrily lectured the room.

"Needing punishments just to forgive people is just nasty and unhelpful to anyone, I'm sick of all of this vindictive idiocy!", Ynarana shouted in upset.

"I have had enough of all of this vengeance, I want it to stop already. We as a community need to find a better way of forgiving people", Ynarana continued her strange rant.

"We are not yet finished punishing you and especially not Torvines", one of the Gwendils irritably pointed out.

"I don't care, just get over it. Getting revenge isn't going to achieve anything, it's just a waste of time that could be spent on anything else!, I'm sick of me and the fucking vampire being the only women around here who are not vindictive maniacs!", Ynarana snapped.

"Vindictive maniacs?!, I was GANG RAPED Ynarana, how DARE you tell me that I don't get vengeance!", Sethelel snarled in deeply hurt upset.

"Torvines didn't rape you, it was the dark riders. And I CARRIED you through all of that. It hurt me too, I was traumatised that night too and I was raped by Torvines as you were gang raped. I shared in your pain. Torturing Torvines is not going to heal your heart, you might feel some vindictive satisfaction but that won't heal the pain of that night. Torturing my husband in front of me is just going to traumatise your girlfriend who loves you", Ynarana said passionately.

"This is traumatising you?", Sethelel asked, feeling a stab of guilt.

"Yes this is traumatising me. I am finally TRULY happy for the first time in my life, as a bound bride, and all of you then more or less invade my home and torture the man who is actually helping me!, I have the biggest grievance against Torvines of anyone, this man has bound me and as good as enslaved me, I have been beaten, completely humiliated, tormented and fucked incessantly!, If ANYONE has earned the right to torture Torvines then it's me, but I don't want to torture him at all. If you love me and care about me then you will stop this", Ynarana pleaded.

Sethelel wrapped her arms around Ynarana and hugged her tightly, feeling guilt and deep love for Ynarana. Ynarana certainly had had a rotten time, no one else among the Gwendils on the plantation had suffered as much as Ynarana had. Ynarana must surely be traumatised and Sethelel didn't want to add to this trauma even more by upsetting her.

Ynarana snuggled against Sethelel in the tight hug, and Sethelel hugged her soothingly, feeling much of her own hurt being soothed as she cuddled Ynarana tightly and intimately.

"Make up all you like, the rest of us have a long score to settle with this man", one of the Gwendils warned Sethelel.

"What the hell for?!, What is that even going to achieve?, You are just wasting an hour each day making things even worse. How about we instead communicate, say sorry and figure out how we are going to fix these problems?", Ynarana complained.

The Gwendils all looked at Ynarana slightly incredulously.

"This vengeance is achieving nothing, it's not solving the problems in Naggaroth by torturing my husband for the rest of his life, spend the hour each day enjoying yourself instead", Ynarana suggested.

"We ARE enjoying ourselves torturing him", Methi retorted.

"We can take a break from vengeance for the moment at least, we have an hour every day forever like this with Torvines so time is not urgent", Sethelel allowed with a sigh, indulging Ynarana before this argument got any worse.

Sethelel hesitantly untied Ynarana's arms.

Ynarana hugged Sethelel tightly the moment she was untied, gave Sethelel a loving kiss, and then went immediately to untie Torvines. The Gwendils complained a bit but didn't stop her, and Torvines was soon standing up untied and naked, and raced off to the bathing area beside Methi to wash the skaven sperm off himself, (clutching his testicles in pain as he did so).

"Thank you Sethelel. I don't hate any of you, not even after this. I just want our community to stop all of these vendettas and vengeance debts. I think that you should all ask Vladana for advice or something on this matter if you see her, she can probably help in this", Ynarana said seriously.

Torvines chuckled slightly incredulously at the suggestion, sitting naked on the floor of the bathing area beside Methi nursing his battered testicles gingerly.

"Ask the vampire?, She would kill them", Torvines chuckled incredulously.

None of the Gwendils laughed.

"Wait… Does the vampire just have friendly discussions with you through the arrow slits of the towers or something?", Torvines asked in curious wonder.

"She stops for a chat sometimes, she gives us advice and gossip", Sethelel carefully bent the truth.

"Really?", Torvines asked in surprise.

"Don't tell anyone, especially not Lordling Runor", Sethelel warned gravely.

"Tell him what exactly, that you harmlessly chat through the arrow slits about gossip with a vampire who hasn't attacked anyone on this plantation recently?", Torvines shrugged.

"She would start breaking into the slave houses again if we were not there to chat to her. She likes to chat about things", Sethelel warned.

"Why did she suddenly stop attacking the slave houses after you and Ynarana got bitten in that tower?", Torvines asked curiously.

"Because we talked to her at the end of that debacle when both she and us were completely exhausted. We just lay on the floor for a while and talked about stuff. She didn't want to kill us after that", Sethelel said carefully, "technically" not actually lying.

"She saw you as people after that?", Torvines suggested.

"Yes, I suppose so. She gives a lot of advice, helps to settle disputes. She was deeply offended when Ynarana was punished those two night shifts, she called us sick", Hoho reminisced.

"She also wanted to rescue Safafi from Tovonnith that night she was being tickled for hours, she got really upset thinking that Safafi was being abused", Sethelel chuckled at the memory.

"It was adorable", Methi opined with a smile.

"She is always worrying about Ynarana too, worrying if she is safe. She doesn't understand bride binding, she thinks it's abuse", Sethelel said fondly.

The entire room was calm now, the Gwendils finding the mere memory of their beloved pet vampire very soothing. (Skritch was sitting curled forward on the floor and calmly licking his own penis clean like a rat, his sexual stamina spent for now).

"She was surprisingly friendly in the corn before dawn on harvest day, she had a surprisingly civil conversation with me and Ynarana", Torvines reminisced.

"She is lovely once you get to know her. Most nights she comes briefly to visit. So long as she doesn't attack the slave houses we are happy not to shoot her", Sethelel technically told the truth.

"Lordling Runor wouldn't like to learn that", Torvines chuckled.

"Lordling Runor would like it even less if the slave houses were broken into. We keep the vampire from attacking by being friendly with her. We need night shift, it's the only privacy we have to have sex, now that we can't go outside at night to party in the watch towers", Sethelel retorted.

"You used those parties to have sex?", Torvines asked curiously.

"Sex, privacy, a place to talk, just some peace and sanity", Sethelel sighed.

"You and your dark riders were a constant pain in the ass gate crashing the parties to fuck us, it was extremely irritating", Hoho added unhappily, sitting on the bed with a group of other Gwendils.

Ynarana and Sethelel both nodded, as did everyone else in the room (except Skritch).

"But didn't the other women, the ones who aren't Gwendils, didn't they notice what you were doing?", Torvines asked curiously.

The room went deathly silent at this dangerous question.

"Wait… You mean… There are none?", Torvines asked very quietly.

"There are plenty who are not like us", Sethelel lied belatedly.

"Yes, plenty…", Torvines said nervously, obviously aware that Sethelel was lying!

"If you talk you die!", Sethelel warned Torvines gravely.

"Every woman on this plantation?", Torvines seemed unable to help himself from saying!

The Gwendils all glared at him icily.

Sethelel put her palm to her forehead in stressed despair. The rest of the Gwendils in day shift were not going to like this!

Who was going to be the one to take the blame and punishment for exposing the whole of day shift?!, Please Khaine don't let the blame for this fall on Sethelel herself!

"That's so unusual that all would be Gwendils in the one plantation. What are the chances?", Torvines mused in wonder, unable to help himself from pushing this even further.

"The chances are higher than you would think in a horrible workplace like this. The sexual abuse on this plantation is so bad that no "normal" woman would stay here. The pay is terrible and we get raped all the time, you have to be desperate to stay here", Sethelel said bitterly in despair.

The other Gwendils all bitterly nodded softly in agreement at Sethelel's assessment of the working conditions of this plantation.

"You are all in such desperate and dire circumstances?", Torvines asked in curious compassion.

"We face having our heads chopped off, most of us barely escaped Clar Karond with our lives. We are scared and desperate and poor as shit young low borns with no savings at all before we fled here. We hide here to survive, BARELY survive!", Sethelel snapped angrily and bitterly.

"But you all look so happy usually", Torvines said in surprise.

"We are happy because we have each other, and because we are safe here. We are able to just live our lives in peace in this place. That is precious to us", Hoho explained honestly.

"That is why you were so harsh with Ynarana, because she threatened this safe refuge?", Torvines noted rhetorically.

"We are completely desperate and cornered, we can't afford to be exposed. Ynarana has caused us no end of anxiety", Methi said bitterly.

"And you Methi caused Ynarana and I no end of problems either. I almost got killed because of you", Torvines replied coldly.

"You should never have pursued Ynarana in the first place Torvines. You, in secret a member of a bride binding House, preying on an utterly desperate lowest born Gwendil to deceive and force her into becoming a bound bride!, It was despicable!", Hoho said disgustedly.

"Ynarana just wanted to be left alone, she was too scared to resist you and you just raped her for months on end at the parties. She was terrified of you", Sethelel added disgustedly.

"Yes, I was. But I am happy now", Ynarana admitted calmly, standing beside Sethelel now.

"I didn't know I was raping her at the time, I thought she liked me but was just very coy. I just liked Ynarana and I fell in love with her. She is a lowest born tanner's daughter but I thought so much of Ynarana that I MARRIED her regardless!, That is not the same as just preying on her for simple sex", Torvines defended himself.

"In that regard it was sweet and a nice gesture, we didn't hate you for proposing to her. I myself was initially deeply impressed with you for not caring that she was lowest born when you proposed to Ynarana, it was really romantic and lovely. But when SAFAFI, (not you), disclosed that you practice bride binding DAYS before the wedding we ALL lost extreme amounts of respect for you!", Hoho informed Torvines disgustedly.

"It was despicable", Sethelel added.

"You are not a gentleman to women, you think you are, but you are not. And now that we finally have you in our power we are going to make you pay for it", Hoho warned coldly, flexing her stick in her hands.

"Please no more of that, I am willing to change my behaviour now", Torvines begged, clutching his testicles protectively.

"Your punishment has only just begun. We will teach you sternly to be kinder to women", Hoho warned mercilessly.

"I said I was sorry about Nirsa", Torvines begged.

"Did you even apologise to her in person?", Sethelel asked coldly.

"No, I don't want to go near Gugath's property, he would not appreciate me talking to her", Torvines defended foolishly.

"She is not Gugath's "property", she is his girlfriend", Hoho snapped.

"Did Gugath force her into a relationship and rape her, as you say I did to Ynarana?", Torvines asked with chivalrous anger.

"No, Nirsa deliberately sought out a boyfriend, to protect herself from suspicion of being a Gwendil", Ynarana said unexpectedly.

"I suppose that Nirsa is a bit obvious. Why doesn't she grow her hair long and dress like a woman and stop lifting all those anvils and things?", Torvines asked insensitively.

"Because she doesn't WANT to. She wants to be the sort of Gwendil that she is and live her life as her true self. Gugath is the price for her choice", Hoho replied sternly.

"Why is she such close friends with Elrana who is so feminine and nothing like her?, Wouldn't she be friends with other less feminine women?, I wonder what they even have in common as such close friends?", Torvines wondered obliviously.

"Nirsa's GIRLFRIEND Elrana", Hoho corrected.

"Even Elrana is a Gwendil?", Torvines asked in wonder.

"There is no way in hell she would be here if she wasn't, that irritatingly beautiful woman would be married up in class with lots of children back in Clar Karond by now if she wasn't a Gwendil, she could do SO much better than this place otherwise", Sethelel said unhappily.

"Being a Gwendil can bring even the most beautiful so low and desperate in life?", Torvines asked.

"The headman's axe can drive even the Elrana's of Naggaroth to flee for their lives. Our sexual orientation is a curse that has ruined our entire lives", Sethelel said miserably.

Ynarana gave Sethelel a sympathetic cuddle, slightly soothing her with the warm touch of the gesture.

"You came here to seek a fortune in your princely salary, and live in ease and comfort with respect and high pay. We came here to this place that rapes us for fear of our heads back home, and we have to suck Lordling Runor's wrinkly old penis just to earn any real money. We share a plantation but live in two different worlds", Hoho bitterly informed Torvines, her beautifully painted face a mask of bitter painful despair.

"I can give you all some money to improve your prospects, so that you at least can build up your savings", Torvines offered generously.

"That would be greatly appreciated, especially for those who want to return home to Clar Karond eventually. Housing is very expensive when your family has disowned you", Hoho said a touch more warmly.

"Your families have disowned all of you?", Torvines asked sadly.

"As good as", almost every Gwendil said in unison, all nodding bitterly.

"My parents only resumed talking to me when I got engaged to you. I was dead to them", Ynarana told Torvines slightly sadly.

"If we can save up enough here, then we can individually return and buy our own homes back in Clar Karond. We can have some true privacy in a home that we alone own, the passing of time also helps to cool the damage to our reputations, people forget or dismiss rumours after enough years without further incidents. Older Gwendils in their own homes are less likely to be discovered than very young Gwendils who still live with their parents", Hoho said with resolve.

"I will do what I can to help, do not feel that you are helpless", Torvines said generously.

"What a generous bound husband we have, who let us be poor right until we fucked him", Methi quipped sardonically.

"I have much to learn, I can't be blamed for not helping things I knew nothing about", Torvines defended himself.

"We are not blaming you for ignorance, we are only blaming you for your cruelty and your callous behaviour and attitude to women in the past. We beat your testicles for hurting us in instances where it did not take a genius to know that women were suffering", Hoho warned Torvines, flexing her stick sternly.

Torvines clutched himself defensively between the legs where he sat on the floor, looking afraid.

"I already told you that I want you to stop, I don't want you to hurt my husband", Ynarana protested.

"We will stop in time, but it hasn't even been an hour. The only reason we all trust Torvines enough to talk to him like this is because he is under our power to hurt. We have SO little power usually, it's nice to finally have a man that we can just beat the shit out of", Hoho soothed Ynarana.

"I enjoy talking to you fine ladies and getting to know you, I just wish it didn't involve hitting my testicles and reverse bride binding", Torvines complained politely. Ynarana nodded in agreement with Torvines.

"We will lose all trust in you if you try to escape our power now. You are earning our trust more and more the longer you stay under our power", Hoho warned.

"It also gives me peace of mind about Ynarana. If you hurt her then I can now hurt you. It lets me trust you more", Sethelel added honestly.

"I cannot do this every single afternoon, and not always for an hour at any rate. People will get suspicious if I keep leaving to go home early with the whole of night shift", Torvines warned seriously.

"Just tell them that you are fucking us, we will tell everyone ourselves that we are having sex with you. The men will only congratulate you and encourage you to be with us", Hoho dismissed his concerns.

"Some days I will not even be here, for example I will be returning to Clar Karond in winter with Ynarana to present her to my entire House as my new wife. I will be gone for days", Torvines insisted.

"Well obviously if you are not here then you can't be punished by us, common sense exceptions go without saying", Hoho chuckled incredulously.

"Some afternoons I will be busy in fellowship with friends, no matter what you say about just telling them I have group sex with you ladies, and some afternoons friends will genuinely wish to visit me in my home. Please be flexible in which afternoons we can do this, life can get in the way of schedules sometimes", Torvines insisted.

"I want to be informed every time in advance and I don't want you to do this too often. Tell your friends that you have to give up group sex with us to accommodate them, they will become more understanding", Sethelel ordered firmly.

"They will want to come over and join", Torvines replied.

"We will be more than happy to tell them no", Sethelel dismissed.

"My House members are already here and are going to get surprised and offended if I spurn them every afternoon. Today I used the excuse of celebrating my exoneration to explain why I was going home early with so many ladies without it being considered rudeness. I can't keep using the same excuse if it takes a few days for them to leave", Torvines warned seriously.

Sethelel and the Gwendils flinched at the reminder of the presence of the sorceress and dark riders who knew the Gwendils existed.

"They might get suspicious?", Sethelel asked nervously.

"They might indeed. My cousin Naso the Sorceress is no fool, she will suspect something is amiss if I keep doing this for however many days she stays here", Torvines warned.

Sethelel and the other Gwendils exchanged nervous glances.

"We will just have to postpone our fun with you", Hoho conceded unhappily.

"Some caution for a few days won't hurt, we have the rest of our lives to punish our bound husband", Methi added wisely.

Other Gwendils spoke at the same time to agree with this policy, all afraid of the sorceress.

"Speaking of postponing things, that candle clock is getting close to sunset, this might be a good time to end this gathering?", Torvines added suggestively.

Every Gwendil in the room looked over at the candle clock. It was less than ten minutes to go until full sunset.

The Gwendils all immediately started to find their clothes and get dressed in a bustle of activity, they were out of time.

Sethelel unhappily got dressed, and then rushed back to kiss Ynarana passionately while she still could.

The door was already opened now and Gwendils were filing out to go to the watch towers while the light remained, not so much scared of Vladana as they were scared of someone in the plantation house watching out a shuttered window. Lordling Runor would be beyond angry if he got word that the towers were not manned before the sun fully set!

Sethelel was the last to leave. Ynarana and Torvines' home was a pigsty of mess from the orgy, the bedsheets were stained with Hoho's full body cosmetics, some period blood and Skritch's semen stained both the floor and the bedding, it was a mess. Skritch was already trying to clean up some of this mess, looking fearfully at Torvines, the aftermath was almost comical.

Torvines looked extremely worse for wear, sitting on the floor clutching his badly bruised testicles, his naked body was wet from washing himself completely clean of Skritch's sperm but he still had some of Hoho's cosmetics staining his skin in places.

Ynarana at least looked fine, suffering nothing worse than excessive tickling which was her day to day fate as a bound bride anyway, so she showed no physical change. Ynarana's eyes were no longer red from crying and she simply looked tired and a little stressed from the orgy and subsequent argument.

"Good night Sethelel… Thank you for punishing me", Torvines said awkwardly.

Sethelel looked at him curiously.

"A bound… Husband, must always say thank you for punishments to his dominant "wife", Torvines explained shyly.

"Well, what a good bound husband you are then. Good night Torvines", Sethelel chuckled.

Sethelel gave Ynarana a parting kiss and left the house. Ynarana closed the door behind Sethelel, locking her outside in the last crimson light of late sunset.

Sethelel rushed off to the nearest watch tower and entered, closing the tower door behind her.

Sethelel saw Hoho Negulloth and Tititi Taurathut tending the newly lit fire on the ground floor of the watch tower, this pair randomly given fire keeping duties for this tower.

"That went… I hesitate to say "well", but it could have been a bigger disaster than it was", Hoho remarked in greeting.

Tititi snorted in amusement but said nothing.

"Trust Methi to cause problems yet again", Sethelel sighed in reply.

"I don't think that Skritch's seed will really poison Torvines, malnourished skaven slaves like Skritch are not let anywhere near warpstone in their burrows from what I hear", Hoho reassured.

"I hope so, Ynarana will complain if Torvines mutates in some way", Sethelel said, trying not to giggle at the thought.

"Methi would have been poisoned already if it was dangerous, I think it's safe", Hoho chuckled.

"Fucking Methi, this is getting to be a habit with her. I am giving serious thoughts to not inviting her next time", Sethelel sighed.

Hoho and Tititi began to strip naked, and Sethelel joined them, taking off her clothes and putting them neatly to one side.

"I don't blame you if you don't invite Methi", Tititi added her voice to the conversation.

"Poor Skritch would be heartbroken though", Hoho quipped.

Sethelel and Tititi snorted with laughter.

"Seeing that man being force fed rat semen was one of the most entertaining moments of my entire life, it was fantastic", Hoho chuckled.

"It was hilarious, but Ynarana got really upset. Methi caused a lot of problems to my relationship harmony with Ynarana, yet again", Sethelel said seriously.

"If it is best for your relationship with your girlfriend then don't invite Methi. You get to choose who attends the orgy, Ynarana and you and Torvines are the ones in your weird love triangle after all", Hoho advised seriously.

"Literally a love triangle now, Torvines is taking his "relationship" with me super seriously. Am I his girlfriend now?", Sethelel mused.

"You are his "wife" now", Hoho corrected in amusement.

"How will I ever explain this to Safafi?", Sethelel lamented with a sigh.

Hoho and Tititi snorted.

"I want to beat his testicles next time, but I know that Ynarana will be upset if I do", Sethelel slightly changed the subject.

"It was the best fun, I had such a great time beating them for ages. I highly recommend it", Hoho encouraged happily.

"It looked really fun", Sethelel said slightly jealously.

"The only possible way it could have been better is if it was Garnek's testicles I was beating with a stick, I cannot over express just how SATISFYING it was to finally just beat a man like that", Hoho said with feeling.

"I think I will have to blindfold both Ynarana and Torvines first, then they won't know it's me", Sethelel suggested naughtily.

"Torvines is your bound husband, you don't have to hide the fact that you are beating him with a stick. Torvines doesn't even hesitate to beat Ynarana and tickle her half to death. Stop being nice and treat Torvines the way he treats Ynarana, beat his testicles black and blue", Hoho encouraged.

"You are right, why am I even hesitating?, Ynarana will get over it and Torvines deserves it", Sethelel replied with resolve.

"I can't wait to see you with a stick next time, I can't wait to help you beat him until he shits the bed!", Hoho encouraged gleefully.

Sethelel grinned, this was going to be fun.

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