Racio chuckles as she glares at him, turning and taking a few steps towards her. "Oh, I am terribly sorry about keeping you in the dark about the true nature of your performance. We only get to show one audience that true, genuine shock, and we have to make the most of it. Although, I must say, this is one of the few times I've been just as surprised. That song of yours has quite an effect on sexual species. I didn't realize you'd be such a liability to us."

He grins, patting her on the cheek. "Fortunately, there should be an easy solution. You'll be wearing this gag during performances from now on. If you promise to behave, I'll have it removed the rest of the time. But I caution you: Don't mistake my mercy for vulnerability. Are we clear?"

Lorielle's hatred is still visible in her eyes, even as she nods at Racio.

When the gag is removed, she will also hold our her wrists, hoping that he will undo the cuffs as well.

Either way, she has questions she wants answered. "If I'm such a liability, why not let me go? You must have known about a Faerie's song from Isara, yes? Did you do this to her as well? What happened to her? Did you kill her?"

She asks her questions quickly, partly afraid that he will put the gag back on her - but wanting.. needing answers. The venom in her voice should tell Racio that while she has said she will behave, that he probably should not allow himself to be alone with her - EVER.

Racio looks at her, confused. "Isara..."

"The last Faerie we obtained, sir," Shir-Si explained from the other side of the room.

"Ah, yes. Right. Well, she did have powers like yours, but they were far less... effective. In truth, I'm starting to believe the secret was in her body. It seems to me she was never gripped with such ecstasy as you. You truly have a talent for show business." He grins, pushing his finger under her chin and lifting her face.

Lorielle jerks back from Racio's touch. "Did You Kill Her?" she asks again with steel and venom in her voice. The pride of her royal blood giving her strength to face her csptor and tormenter.

"Of course not, my dear," he says, with horror that doesn't come off as entirely sincere. "A dead faerie has no value. Well, not as much as a live one, anyhow. Once she'd served her purpose, some slavers made us quite a generous offer for her. Of course, we got quite a lot of use out of her before that happened."

"Which brings us to you. You're going to bring me a lot of money, one way or another. All I need you to do is go out on stage," he said, stroking her hair, "and let the audience see your natural, pretty self being raped again and again. Our audiences love that authentic look of despair and violation. If you can't do that, well..." he glanced over at the girl Shir-Si had bent over. "There are other ways you can serve our business."

Lorielle glares at Racio as he describes Isara's fate -- still it is mildly reassuring to her that the other faerie was not killed. It means that he is less likely to kill Lorielle out of hand. Of course - it doesn't mean he won't. Still he sees her as a product more than a liability - and for now that is all she can hope for.

Her hatred doesn't diminish as he describes what he expects from her. "Fine.. let me go.." she says holding out her still cuffed wrists again. "And I'll do your damn show." she practically spits at him.

Of course all of her venom is only to hide the thrill that runs through her at the though -- she had NEVER climaxed so violently or so often as she did that night. As much as she would deny it to her dying breath, her body clearly looks forward to another encounter. Her nipples have already stiffened visibly and darkened with blood, and moisture is already starting to bedew the folds of her sex, clinging to her intimate regions before slowly trickling down her legs. Mentally, she is disgusted by her body's reaction - but she can't deny to herself that she is reacting to the idea.

Racio clearly sees the signs of her body's arousal, although his expression doesn't betray any excitement about it. His countenance simply grows darker and more wicked as he takes a step towards her. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and cups her crotch, his fingers tracing her moist folds firmly.

"Oh, I believe that you will," he assures her, as one of his fingers pushes inside her. "However, I can't let you walk around free. Preferential treatment is no way to manage a team. What would the other girls think? A slave is a slave, after all. And it isn't rape unless it's against your will, is it?"

Lorielle gasps with revulsion when Racio grabs her sex and slides a finger inside her. A rush of her honey quickly soaks his fingers even as she mabages to extricate herself from his penetration. "Don't touch me!" she shrieks, even as she tries to ignore the emptiness left in her pussy and the glistening moisture coating his fingers.

Racio smirks and steps back, retrieving a handkerchief with his clean hand and wiping her cream off his fingers. "Take her back to her cage," he tells the two men behind her. "And if you fuck her on the way, make sure to gag her." He turns back towards Shir-Si and the woman she had bound up, paying no more attention to Lorielle as two strong hands grip her arms and begin leading her from the room.

Lorielle is speechless with rage and hatred as Racio tells the guards to take her back to the cage. She stares after him as he turns away to head over to the bound woman and Shir-Si.

That is until the two men grab her arms. "I can walk." she tells them indignantly as she tries to pull her arms free of their grip. She doesn't struggle, just tries to shrug them off. She isn't prepared to make trouble ... yet.. but she still has her pride, and she will make every attempt to keep it (and to make others respect it and her).

The guards release her, but lead her from the room. The door shuts behind her with a clang, an electronic lock latching as it closes. The guards lead her on, one in front and one behind. Though bipedal, the men are inhuman, looking like a cross between lizardmen and fishmen, with green, course scales, and ridges on their skulls that make their heads seem triangular. They're barely dressed in a revealing "armor" that leaves bare their large, rippling muscles.

They don't make it even down an entire hallway before the guard behind Lorielle grabs her shoulders. Turning her around, he pins her back against the wall, while the other guard approaches her with a ball gag.

Lorielle shudders in a mix of conscious revulsion and subconscious arousal as she takes note of the guards.. of their rough scaly skin.. their revealing armor.. and on some level the powerful rippling muscles moving underneath that powerful, textured skin.

When the first one grabs her and pins her to the wall, she shrieks in panic - attempting to yell for help. Of course that only makes it easier for the second guard to shove the ball into her mouth and fasten the gag around her. In seconds, she is completely at their mercy - if they have any.

Judging by their expressions, mercy isn't something the guards have any interest in. As the second guard finishes securing her gag, the one who pushed her against the wall undoes the clasps of his armor. His meager clothing falls to the floor, and a massive cock springs up from his crotch, already fully erect. Clearly, he'd been anticipating raping the Faerie in the hall for some time. The scaly alien is already lining his cock up with her entrance as he reaches up a large, rough hand and squeezes her breast.

Lorielle continues to struggle against the guard, as he moves a hand to grab her breast, it gives frees one of her arms to try and push at the lizardman's chest. Futilely of course. As he lines his cock up with her pussy, she tries to kick at him.. pound his chest with her fist, and squirm under the remaining grip to try and both get free and to deny him his desired goal.

The eager expression on the second beast waiting lets her know that this isn't going to end with just the first guard either. And even as she struggles, somehow - the idea that the other creature is watching.. waiting for his chance to fuck her.. sends flutters through her vagina and womb. She flushes with heat as her breasts are roughly groped and squeezed and soon the sounds coming from the gag are more like sobs of pleasure, then protests or pleas for mercy.

The hulking alien doesn't even flinch at her strikes, as they bounce off his well-built muscles. He ignores her struggles as he grabs her leg, lifting it to the side and exposing her ready pussy to his cock. He sneers as he hears the noises starting to come from her mouth. Her hardening nipple pokes at his hand, and he takes it as an invitation.

Her penetration doesn't come slow or gentle. The musclebound male drives his rod into her quaking folds with eagerness, immediately embedding his rod deep inside her. He groans as he begins to thrust, pushing her up against the wall with each forceful shove of his cock inside her.