468: The Pits
“My Goddess!!” Bob suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Oh, goodie, he’s awake again,” Felicia said with annoyed resignation to the repeating cycle. “Listen up, traitorous, love-struck, delusional bastard, either you shut up or you go to sleep again.”
“But our babies!!” Bob thrashed in the mud and shit as he tried to understand what was happening and why his cock was not inside his Goddess. “Where is my Goddess!? Did she already deliver our first children!? Then I must put more inside her! Even a hundred is not enough! I will keep pumping her womb until she gives birth to a whole legion! An army! We will bring forth an army to cleanse this world of demons and rule together as husband and wife—”
THWACK!
A burly naked man slammed Bob’s head against a stone wall and Bob slumped back down into the cesspool he awoke in.
“Finally!” Felicia breathed a sigh of relief. “Michael, make sure his head is above the shit and get back here! Sooner or later, I’ll put that scum under me.”
Michael, one of the three surviving eunuchs did as commanded with lifeless eyes and rested Bob’s head against the very same large stone block that he smacked it into just moments before. Several dried blood stains on that stone block indicated that this was far from the first time that Bob’s head forcefully interacted with the stone.
Having done as instructed, Michael trod back to Felicia through the thick, nauseating pool of shit and piss. In his temporary absence, Zack pulled double duty in supporting the makeshift wooden platform above his head on which Felicia rested to keep as much distance from the retched stench as possible.
“Honestly what does he even see in her?” Felicia wondered as she laid back down on her platform, made softer with a layer of kilts. “As if we don’t have plenty of big-breasted bimbos in the Guild! To think that his obsession would persist even under the effects of the Taint. That cockroach was more skilled than I gave her credit for. At least in the art of tricking simpletons. You writing all that down, dead men walking!?”
Felicia shouted to the guards above them. They were out of sight, but they were there, beyond the barred opening that Felicia stared through without looking at anything in particular. The gaps between the thick metal bars couldn’t have been more than ten inches square, too small for even her tiny body to get through.
It annoyed Felicia to no end just how quickly she got used to staring at the same spot, her only source of light in this deep, dark, revolting cesspool. Spacious enough to hold gladiatorial battles—something that Felicia considered as punishment for her traitors. Or at least as some form of entertainment. Her two eunuchs already had their fight beat out of them and the fourteen other men and women she was put with together in this particular ‘pit’ fared not much better.
Felicia thought through possible means of escape for some time. Not like there was anything else to do. Even if she did get all the nearby guards into view and wiped them out in a single move, (which already was unlikely) the metal bars were thick enough to delay her escape long enough for backup to arrive and shoot them all like fish in a barrel.
And of Felicia’s former fire mages, she was left with the two weakest ones and a third one gone completely mad. All that they’d accomplish is pouring hot metal on their heads just in time for more guards to arrive and finish the job.
No, Felicia comforted herself with fantasies of the many ways that every single one of that whore-slut-captain’s Purple Capes would suffer after she was freed. Death would be too good for you lot, Felicia thought and managed a smile.
I’ll personally make you drink your fill of the shit you dropped me into! Felicia continued to fantasize. As for that cunt, Flavna… Maybe I’ll introduce her to Odo Proudcock? He’s probably the only man alive with a cock longer than that stick up her ass. Clearly, that blue-haired boyfriend of hers has no cock or skill to speak of that she ended up so addicted to fucking her ass with a broomstick every night that she no longer even bothers to pull it out!
“Hey, dead men walking!” Felicia called out to the guards up above. “I have here literal proof of the vile magics that caused the entire massacre! Are you sure your heads will be spared for ignoring this and keeping us locked up instead of hunting down the real criminal?”
“The ‘real criminal’ you say?” a female voice answered Felicia. “Do tell!”