"Sshhh, keep your voice down" Verialyn immediately hushed her. The last thing she needed right now was for their chat to be interrupted by two wolf men barging in.
"But why can't you heal yourself? I thought that spell of yours works without gestures?"
"Somehow they took my magic powers. I am all helpless." Phyliss whispered and turned around, afraid of the wolfmen busting in.
"What will they do with us? And our gold and clothes? Even if we could escape...what could we do?"
Verialyn paused for a moment. She had sensed there was something special in the wolf men's blood, even more so when she had taken that first drink from Gron. Now she got a better idea. So they were able to suppress their victim's spellcasting abilities with a mere touch?
Better check something then... One of her hands closed around the leg of the table Phylis was tied to, and she managed to lift the whole table - occupant included - without problems a few inches before putting it down again gently. So her gut feelings had been correct in noticing nothing.
"Seems they did not affect me. Maybe it's because I am no magician and my stuff works differently?"
"Eeeek" the gorgon was a little startled as she was lifted up and her snakes swirled around, while her breasts bounced hard on the table. She almost feared to crash to the ground.
"Maybe...the wolfman started some ritual with me...very eerie."
"Oh, what did he do?" Verialyn could not suppress a smile despite the dire situation "Did it involve stuffing something long and hard into your various orifices?"
"Yes, most of it... but also some chanting or kind of...putting me on an altar. I thought he would sacrifice me. Maybe he will nexttime?!" phyliss shivered.
Indeed it was. But not only out of fear for Phyliss fate. Verialyn had hoped to stay a bit longer, since it would take a total of three drinks for her to fully absorb what the wolf men's blood had to offer. So she would no tmind staying for two more days.
"So I take it you want to escape?"
A bit silly, that question, she had to admit herself.
"Well, yes, but they can kill me easy if we try. He wasn't even harmed by my poisonous snakes! I am just a mortal now..." She looked back to the door, feeling frightened and nervous, her snakes wiggling.
"But we have no clothes, no money and our slaves probably sold everything by now and are off with our gold!"
"Verkul maybe, but I am not sure Quomor would play along..." Verialyn replied distracted, before returning to the matter at hand.
"If we stay, they will likely continue to use us in their depraved ways, and eventually sell us to some slavers. One of them hinted in that direction I think. But we won't outrun them, that's for sure."
"So what will we do, then?" Phlyiss wasn't aware that she sounded and looked frightened, as she was. She had been in troble and dangerous situations many times before, but she always relied on her powers. No she was really stripped off for the first time.
"I could try to lock them in their own cage upstairs. I don't think they know all that is to be known about me yet. Or we could hope that your new best friend does not really intend to kill you, and wait for a better opportunity?"
"Ohhh...I don't know...but where would we get clothes and money?" Phyliss checked her bondage again. "Two nude girls, one with snakehair, waling into the city... impossible!"
"We had to find some...." Phyliss changed her position a little, as leaning with her arms tied behind her back hurt her breasts that were squeezed on the rough table.
"Ouuuouchhh!" as she moved and flexed her muscles, a sharp burning pain shot through her abused ass.
"Ohhh, my ass hurts so bad... I don't know what to do about that!". She looked at her friend, she would probably not understand, as she was only deflorated once in there.
Birds fluttered and flew from the roof as the wildlife in the area fled or hid. There was an eerie quiet outside where only the wind dared to speak.
A knock of stones pressed together and something heavy was put down.
Worf chuckled. "Did you hear her?" his voice was low enough that mundane or mortal ears would not hear him. "That salve is perfect for mild healing but as an antiseptic it will sting all night."
"Look, I am telling you the other is dangerous." Gron hissed.
"Maybe, maybe, but she is also wary, which means she knows fear." Worf was nonchalant and full of confidence.
"If you are correct they are hiding here or else awaiting something, in which case they cannot afford to be wounded fighting us. I want two more days, then we will see and perhaps do as you suggest. Enough wine I think, a hung boar?"
Gron grunted and trudged moodily away again, following the silent Worf. Their long shadows passed briefly over the shutters.
Verialyn was not aware of her firend's miscounting, and so naturally saw no neeed to correct her.
"Pity, the only way of helping you I know would eventually turn you into a mindless thrall..." She began to think about this, before adding "You haven't learned anything about any healing ointments or such they ... darn, here they come..."
Verialyn had not failed to notice the brief flickering of the light shining through the cracks in the window shutters, and drawn her conclusions. And swift and silent as a shadow herself she was up the stairs.
Verialyn's light step took her swiftly away, but after a moment the shadows passed away from the door and Gron's trudging step faded towards the river.
"Uhhh...V..." Phyliss shut her mouth just as she heard the door. She would not want to alarm the wolfmen. so she leaned over on the table, staring at the wall, as there was nothing else she could do.
Verialyn rushed inside the cage, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
When nothing did, and noone entered the large room below for several minutes she sidled back carefully and peeked around the corner to once again watch the lonely gorgon tied to the table.
"I don't know!" whispered the gorgon back. She lifted her upper body again, and turned her head to look to the door. Should she dare to work on her bondage? She could have asked Verialyn to open it, but they would probably just run into the wolfmen and she would stand no chance.
Verialyn once again came down a few more steps of the stairs, almost back to ground level now, but spooked by the previous episode she was even more cautious, and ready to dart at a moments notice.
"So, what do you want to do now. Try to run, or stay for a bit." Almost as an afterthought she added "How did you like what the wolf guy did to you so far?"
"uhhh, no..don't run... it is to risky." Phyliss looked nervously over her shoulder. "They could be here any minute, and they can track us down easily." She didn't answer the last question as she did not really now herself. The sex with the wolfman had been painful and frightening... still, as she thought about it now, very rough and exciting as well. Did she like it? No, but... the gorgon blushed, and felt a short tickle between her legs as she thought of the huge cock. She tried to pull her legs together instinctively, but was stopped by the bondage.
"Well ..." Verialyn continued " ... we can't stay here forever, either. So if we can not outrun them we will have to take them out for good. How about you use one of the table legs as a club and hit your suitor over the head with it?"
The suggestion was not entirely serious, and Verialyn knew very well that in case of an escape attempt most of the fighting would fall to her in this case.
Phyliss pulled at the table. She was quite sure she would get out of the bondage, if she had a bit of time, but the crude table was so solid that she could not rip of a leg. And even if she had a club, without her magic shields, her petrification power or her poisonous snakes there was no way for her to overpower these monsters.
"No.... I think I have to stand the abuse once more... for his night... and if I make it, we must try later..." she whinced.