Aloy could feel something hard being inserted into her mouth. It felt faint and distant, but it was enough to pull her from her sleep. As her senses returned, she was awakened even more by a constriction around and against her skull. Something tightening. Her muscles were still weak and her eyelids still heavy, but she could feel much more now, and she felt similar constrictions all over her arms, feet and body. She felt toasty, as though she were bathing in sunlight. Her feet were sore. She was standing. But how? She had been asleep.
"A shaman's sedative slipped into your food. That's all it took for a nobody like me to take down the great Nora Seeker." Aloy blinked her eyes open and, with effort, lifted her eyes to meet the gaze of a Carja woman. She was dressed in commoner's clothes and kept a blank, emotionless expression on her face. Aloy had no idea who this woman was. She tried to ask her name, but all that came out was, "hmm nh mmn?"
Adrenaline began pumping through Aloy's body, bringing her wide awake upon the realization that she was securely bound and gagged (and very thoroughly at that). She could barely move a muscle, and it was clear that she had been tied to some sort of pole.
The woman spoke again: "Don't speak. I didn't bring you here for a conversation." Her voice was so soft. It gave the impression of calmness. A sort of cool confidence that taunted Aloy to no end. "I brought you here to die, and to first understand why." She moved closer to Aloy. Close enough to bring their faces inches from each other. "Do you know who I am?" Aloy's nostrils flared and she swung her head forward. The headbutt didn't connect though, and her captor didn't even flinch. Aloy was left utterly infuriated as that smug bitch spoke up again. "No? Well, I'm not surprised. You've probably made too many enemies to keep track of, left too many bodies in your wake to remember them all. Well, all you need to know is that one of those poor, countless victims of yours had a vindictive wife." The words struck Aloy like the tail of a thunderjaw. She had saved the world from forces more powerful than any man, hunted legendary machines, and even been briefly worshipped for her accomplishments. And yet, she had been bested by a nobody with a grudge. Aloy hadn't planned on living forever, but to meet her end like this was not how she'd prefer to go out. This was just humiliating. Her enraged thoughts were cut short by a familiar rhythmic beeping that sent chills down her spine. It resonated through her skull, and she quickly realized that it was coming from the hard device in her mouth. It was a beacon. A signal calling out to every killer machine that could hear, drawing them straight to her. Aloy glared at the woman and saw the beacon's remote in her hand. She casually tossed it aside and spoke again. "There's a nest of glinthawks to the north. It is most likely that they'll reach you first. If not, then perhaps the shell-walkers will find you along their usual route. Maybe even a watcher. Even on the off-chance that nothing hears the beacon, the sun itself shall claim you soon. One way or another... I am satisfied. Revenge such as this is all I could ever ask for." She stared Aloy down for a moment longer before turning and walking away. "Goodbye, Aloy."
Aloy strained against her ropes for all she was worth, but there was no give in them, and she couldn't feel a knot anywhere near her hands. This nameless widow had avoided the mistake every enemy before her had made. She had left Aloy with no hope of escape. She had no tools to use, and there was no way she could free herself before the machines arrived.
"MMN GRRGMM MMPH!" Aloy hurled every curse she could at that bitch who dared turn her back on her. It was worthless, but it was all she could do, and she was desperate to do something. Still, hope was not completely lost. The sun was high in the sky, and that meant that Aloy had been out for some time. She was supposed to meet Talana at the Lodge that morning. She would most likely turn to Erend with questions. If they suspected that something had happened to Aloy, then they would have begun searching hours ago. The widow was right. Aloy had made many enemies. However, she had also made plenty of friends. Talana was a skilled tracker, and Erend knew how to haul ass. If anyone could find her in time, it would be them. Aloy hated being a damsel in distress, but there was nothing she could do now.
She looked up at the sun. The god of the Carja. Religion and superstition had brought nothing but pointless misery to Aloy, but if there was ever a time to pray... it was now.
Tags: bondage, bdsm, peril, rope bondage, panel gag, gagging, video games
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Story by shenanigans2 |
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Artwork by Everton Sousa |
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