I’ve fallen in love with my warlock character and I’ve been building upon her with the goal of making her a truly evil, dominant and terrible woman for people to enjoy. 8Bit was happy to lend their lovely OC Llyrae to be her first official victim and pet. The Baroness has become quite a favorite in my discord community with people throwing their OCs at her feet for future appearances. So expect to see more of this emerald eyed dominant beauty in the months ahead.
For now, have a Happy New Year! <3
Llyrae let out a muffled grunt of discomfort as the Man’ari dumped her from her shoulder down to the ground with very little care. With her arms chained behind her back there was little else for her to do but meet the ground entirely. It was a brief kiss of the dirt however, as the Man’ari tugged her upright to her knees by a tuft of her hair.
“The sewer rat, fresh from my chambers. As you requested my Baroness.”
Tormentor Y’maara announced, her grey-blue palm running through Llyrae’s ginger hair affectionately before giving it a firm tug once more.
“I trust you pumped her for all the information she had?”
Penelope questioned, swirling her wine glass as a small ashen furred kitten nuzzled against her thigh, a soft purr emanating from it.
“The filthy little spy put up a fight for the first few days, but she broke as all who come before me do. I’ve prepared a parchment of all she spoke of to be brought to you shortly my Baroness.” The Tormentor acknowledged, she held her hand on Llyrae’s head and pressed it against her thigh, peering down at the clearly exhausted and abused spy.
“A shame I was not present to see it. I would ask you to demonstrate for me if I did not have a pressing need of you elsewhere, Y’maara.”
The Baroness remarked, she turned her attention fully to the Man’ari and got to business. “I have a new arrival for you to break. A Warden the guardians around my home ambushed. I wish to know why the Wardens are sniffing around my estate in Duskwood. See it done.” She commanded, waving her hand for the Man’ari to take her leave.
The Tormentor acknowledged it with a deep bow. “Your will, my hands. Baroness.” She spoke respectfully, nudging the poor Llyrae forward while flashing her a parting wink. Her heavy hoofed eight foot form taking it’s leave towards it’s next victim.
Penelope watched the red-head, her emerald piercing gaze merely sizing the woman in silent judgement as she wore her gentle smug look. She could tell the silent staring was making the woman uncomfortable and she enjoyed the uncertainty it forced upon her.
Llyrae wasn’t sure where to look, she tried to keep her eyes cast downward but they would raise to see the woman still staring at her with that damned smug look. She dare not speak before the mistress did, lest she incur further punishments and horrors.
Finally, the Baroness broke the silence.
“When I release you from this place you will return to Dalaran where you will continue your duties and operate as my mole within that silly little organization.” Penelope spoke, her words formed like commands.
”W-what is to stop me telling them everything? They… would come at you with all their might.” Llyrae spoke up, her words shaky and lacking gravitas however.
The Baroness smiled that smug smile again, her fingers running through the fur of her fel-tainted cat as she eyed the spy.
”Their might pales before my own, little rat. I would tear that floating city from the sky and see you all to your doom if you disobeyed me. Not before I retrieved you and your boytoy to watch it happen of course.”
Llyrae’s eyes widened at that threat. There was no hint of posturing or bluff in her words, she delivered them with too much confidence and an aura of promise that assured she would indeed go to such extremes to remove the Uncrowned thorn from her side.
”Saran is a pretty boy.” The Baroness continued, seeing that her words had landed. “Do you think he’ll cry for you? For mommy? As I sear the flesh from his bones.” She smirked, her twisted words yet again finding their mark with the captured spy. She spoke of things that not even the Uncrowned knew about Llyrae - her words while troubling were clearly meant to back up her previous threat and they had the desired effect.
Llyrae trembled a little, a deep uncomfortable fear settling in the pit of her stomach. This woman was not to be trifled with and she would not see the Uncrowned or Saran to a horrific fate from her disobedience. If her service would keep an act of mass death from occuring then there was nothing to be considered, she would do as the Baroness commanded.
”I understand. I will serve you as you command, Baroness.” Llyrae spoke respectfully, bowing her head as deep as it could go. She was unsure if her words were what the awful woman wanted to hear but she hoped it was.
The Baroness peered down at her with pride and smugness, her emerald eyes appeared to flare up a brighter green for a moment. She raised her wine glass and sipped from it, she set it back down again and
Llyrae’s eyes followed the glass, it was alcohol but by the titans she longed for both food and drink, mere scraps and limited water had been all she had consumed in Y’maara’s chambers. The Baroness noticed her gaze upon it.
“Ah, you thirst do you?” Penelope asked, patting her leg. A gesture she often did to kneeling slaves to make them approach her. Like one would when commanding an animal to come to master.
Llyrae’s arms were bound behind her back so she could only pathetically shuffle forward on her knees in front of Penelope.
“Open your mouth, slave.” The Baroness commanded.
Llyrae did as commanded yet she had not expected the Baroness’ cruelty and desire to humiliate to deepen more than it alreadyhad. Even in acts of small mercy.
Penelope lifted her leg, resting the toe end of her long leather boots in Llyrae’s mouth. She then lifted her glass of wine and gently poured it down the front of her leather boot. Much of it found it’s way to the ground but a steady stream of it followed the curve of Penelope’s boot into waiting mouth of her slave.
Llyrae whimpered a little, the taste of the boot lessening the taste of the wine as it kept her jaw gently open. Her big brown eyes raising to meet the cold and cruel emerald ones that peered down at her with satisfaction.
The Baroness wore that awful smug smile of hers again. “Ah the sweet sight of submission. I shall not tire of seeing the moment when vaunted strength gives way to true weakness.” Penelope remarked. She removed her boot from Llyrae’s mouth and tapped her cheek with it. “In time you will long for my touch and the mere thought of my boot in your mouth will leave your thighs wet. Little rat.” she continued.
Llyrae had already felt something strange as she drank the wine from her mistress’s boot. Almost like a switch had flipped inside her that she never knew was there. That shameful humiliating act was strangely liberating in the moment.
Though she dismissed it as Penelope’s foul magics and control over her. Llyrae had not yet realized just how deep the Baroness had planted the seeds of her submission and service within her.