Isabelle opened her eyes.

[Opening eyes disabled]

What the fuck? She couldn't open her eyes? That was bullshit! Isabelle swore in disgust.

[Swearing in disgust disabled]

Seriously?! She couldn't swear in disgust? Who had allowed this? Isabelle decided she would reach around and grab them by their throat so that she could choke them to death.

[Movement disabled]

This was fucking ridiculous. Like, this was just getting pathetic now. This wasn't even a game anymore; it was just an exercise in frustration.

[Being frustrated disabled]

Somehow Isabelle actually felt the frustration leave her mind. And it was actually kind of nice. She felt... almost at peace. For one of the first times in Beaubinte, even.

[Feeling at peace disabled]

Now Isabelle just felt uneasy. And that was unpleasant.

"Well, well, well," hissed a feminine voice in her ear. "Look who we have here."

Isabelle would've sworn if she could've sworn, and she could've sworn that the lady who was hissing into her ear had actually licked and bit her earlobe a little bit. It almost sent some shivers down Isabelle's spine.

[Feeling shivers down your spine disabled]

Almost.

"How does it feel to have all of your movements, hell, almost all of your feelings disabled?" hissed another feminine voice in Isabelle's other ear. Then, that lady definitely licked up and down Isabelle's necl.

"Yea, how does it feel?" hissed the first voice, and she bit Isabelle's neck.

"Yes, tell us how it feels," hissed the second voice as she squeezed Isabelle's left ass cheek.

[Speaking enabled]

"There you go, you can talk," hissed the first voice as she ran her fingers over Isabelle's rock hard right nipple.

"Yes, tell us how it feels," hissed the second voice as she ran her fingers over Isabelle's not very rock hard right nipple and sighed in disappointment as she noticed that it was much softer than Isabelle's rock hard right nipple at that very moment.

"Stupid," said Isabelle. "I don't know what the hell you two are playing at, or what the fuck you think you're doing, but this all feels incredibly, mind numbingly stupid. So fucking stupid that I feel like my IQ just dropped a good ten points."

The ladies just giggled irritatingly. "We thought you'd be more excited to be awake."

"Oh really?" said Isabelle sarcastically, trying to hold back her anger. "You didn't just drug me after you put me and my party in some sort of anti-magic netting so that you could fuck my brain to death, did you?" She tried to roll her eyes, but it seemed that that was disabled.

They both chuckled. "Well, we wouldn't call it that exactly. You're our prisoner, so we do intend to use you."

[Disabling rolling eyes disabled]

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "I don't care how you're going to 'use' me; I am not happy about it. I mean, seriously? What's your damn game here?"

They both giggled. "You should be glad that you are finally able to talk. And you don't have any feelings, so don't feel too sorry for yourself about that."

"Why don't you two just go fuck yourselves. Together or seperately, whatever the fuck gets your rocks off, and just leave me the hell out of it?" Isabelle spat.

And she wasn't sure if she was angry or just plain scared at what they might've been thinking about. It felt like they were enjoying her disempowerment somehow. That they had planned it all along. Which... that seemed impossible. But it still didn't mean that it couldn't be true. Isabelle was just too tired to think straight anymore.

"We weren't really planning to let you go, dearie," hissed one of the girls.

"And we weren't planning on letting you go either," said the other.

How dumb were these stupid bitches, anyway? They'd just literally said the same thing twice as if it was two separate things! And how was Isabelle even supposed to feel about that shit? It made absolutely no sense, not to mention, the fact that these two stupid bitches had apparently known exactly what would happen when she'd woken up in their little netting-covered box room. Clearly, these whores were fucking mental. After all, they had used a bunch of skanks dressed as reindeer to kidnap her.

So much for this being some random act of a deranged lunatic, thought Isabelle. The fact that the woman she could hear now knew that this wasn't an attack by some random monster made it seem like this whole thing had been planned.

"Well, that's just great," muttered Isabelle under her breath. "This is just fucking great, a great situation that I'm in. Thanks for not only drugging me and locking me away, but also putting me into a box with some strange ladies that I can't feel, taste, see or smell, so that my entire world consists of the sensations of these two girls in my ear and ass!" She paused a moment to think of something wisecracking to retort back to them. "But hey, at least I got to have sex with a sexy Santa last night, right?"

She giggled. It was almost impossible not to do, even though it wasn't funny. But there was nothing to be done about it.

"Fuck you, you fucking cunt!" spat one of the ladies.

"Yea, fuck you, you fucking nymphomaniac!" said the other lady.

"I'm not a nymphomaniac," Isabelle replied matter-of-factly.

The two ladies giggle and laughed at that, like it was somehow a joke.

"We should let her open her eyes," said one of the ladies right into Isabelle's ear canal. Then, she dove her tongue so far into Isabelle's ear that she definitely dislodged a chunk or two of earwax.

"If you say so, dear," said the other lady as she licked Isabelle's neck like it was a lollipop.

[Opening eyes enabled]

But Isabelle didn't open her eyes.

"What the fuck?" said the first lady, spitting out some of Isabelle's earwax.

"Yea, what the fuck?" said the second lady, spitting out some of Isabelle's neck wax.

"Fuck you bitches, I'm not opening my fucking eyes," said Isabelle. "You might think you're going to have all this power over me now, but I've got you beat on every possible front. So just keep talking until you're so tired that you fall asleep."

They giggled again.

Isabelle had never felt more alone in her life than she did at that moment. It wasn't as if there was a crowd of people around her or anything like that. In fact, it was almost as though she was completely isolated from society, which was a very weird thought for someone who hadn't had contact with other people for quite some time. Isabelle wondered why her mind had conjured up such an odd image, because it was just too random to make sense, even after thinking about it for several hours.

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She'd never seen the inside of a cell before, either, other than that time that she'd gotten arrested in Thres of course, so it was really strange to realize that she was essentially a prisoner. She tried to imagine herself being a prisoner in any type of situation before this point in her life, and all she could really remember was a time when she'd been tied to a tree for most of a day during her high school's version of field-trips and some of the prettier girls had takne turns shoving their butts in her face. Oh, what a degrading memory.

Isabelle thought about the two bitches licking each other's pussy and assholes, because clearly those two women were horny for eachother and for whatever reason were projecting that horniness on her. The way that they were acting, Isabelle assumed that the licking probably meant that one of them had to be fucking the other one right at that moment, or at least doing some hand stuff, which didn't bother Isabelle as much as it would have normally. That sort of behavior made the women seem even more disgusting to her than they were already, though.

The idea that these two women would do something like that disgusted Isabelle more than anything else she could imagine. In fact, the thought of being licked by these ladies was just so disgusting that she had to laugh at the absurdity of it all, because there wasn't really any point in resisting in that scenario. Even if she tried to resist, they might not stop until they either got tired or she gave up. And, even though she couldn't actually see the two women in question, she imagined that their pussies would probably look quite a bit worse than they did, and that gave her some solace. If she just waited until their lips and butts got gross enough for her to want to avoid them, then that was all she would need to do.

"Well, well," said one of the bitches with a sigh as she probably licked her own cunt or something in an amazing feat of contortion, "look who's up and around."

The bitch giggled. She knew very well that Isabelle refused to look at her, and now she thought it was funny.

"You know what?" said Isabelle.

"No," hissed one of the vile slags. "I don't know what, why don't you tell me?"

Maybe Isabelle could use some shadow magic on these fools. Was she in anti-magic netting right now? Did her system know if she was?

[Clarification: No]

That was bullshit!

[Clarification: However, you could attempt to make a wis+int check to see if you can determine whether you're in anti-magic netting right now.]

That was fair enough. Isabelle thought, 'Make a wis+int check to determine whether I'm in anti-magic netting.'

[Making wis+int checks disabled]

"Foolish player!" hissed one of the wretched fiends who identified with the assumed gender assigned under their two x chromosomes. "Did you really think we'd let you make wis+int checks right now?"

"Yea," said the other one, "What, do you think we're stupid or something?"

"Oh my God," said Isabelle. "This is so humiliating. I can't even make wis+int checks!"

The two women surrounding her laughed and cackled.

And those laughs and cackles sounded very familiar. So familiar, that Isabelle almost wanted to open her eyes. Almost.

So she did.

And what she saw, made her gasp so loud that Isabelle almost asphyxiated.

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"And left! And turn! And flex those glutes!" said Shiach as she laid on her back and performed crunches in front of the slew of women in red leather bikinis who were also dressed like reindeer.

"Ow!" said all of the ladies, as flexing their glutes made their butt plugs hurt. Still, they followed along with Shiach's instructions.

"Now we're going to do twenty bicycle kicks. This'll really get your core working hard to burn some calories."

The ladies obeyed, moaning and sighing as they sweated with effort.

"Okay!" shouted Shiach. "Now let's do some jumping jacks!"

Shiach began to jump up and down and then spun around as if she was doing a dance that involved lots of spins and flips. She continued to do this for what felt like hours, though she was pretty sure it had only been fifteen seconds, as she made sure to incorporate everything she could about fitness into this particular exercise routine.

It was all about building muscle memory here, she thought to herself, as well as burning fat and working out your cardiovascular system. The goal wasn't necessarily to get these ladies fit in any sort of specific way, but rather just to work them into a sweat. The ladies' bodies were already quite lean, because they were in no need of losing weight and had more muscles on their bones than fat, but there was always room for improvement, even when you were a phoenixborn like Shiach, and she made sure these ladies knew it.

So the ladies did a lot of push-ups, sit ups and jumping jacks until they were sweating enough that Shiach knew it was time to take a break.

"Everybody take five!" said Shiach. She exhaled and torn her fuzzy pink headband off, using it to wipe all the sweat from her brow and face.

"Hey, mistress Shiach?" sighed one of the ladies, her breasts heaving with athleticism and her face rosy with aspiration. "Um, I'm feeling really sore. Is it okay if we do some more exercises?"

"What are you talking about, bitch?!" snarled Shiach.

The lady gasped in alarm and tried to hide under one of the gym mats on the floor.

"No, no, Mistress Shiach," the lady stammered. "I meant, like, is it okay if we do a little bit more of your training? Like, you know, to make our muscles even stronger?"

Shiach smiled in the most menacing way possible, and her face contorted into something truly horrifying.

"Of course you can!" she hissed, making sure that the other ladies in the room heard her words and knew that she would happily torture this one if she ever disobeyed her again.

She gestured for the lady to approach the bar and begin performing pull-ups.

"Faster!" said Shiach.

The lady complied.

"Tense your core!"

The lady complied.

"Flex those glutes!"

The lady complied.

"PUSH!"

The lady did as she was told and began to lift herself up off of the floor. She lifted herself so far that Shiach thought her arms might snap or her anus might just suck that reindeer-themed butt plug right on into her lower intestine..

"And now lower yourself back down," said Shiach. "That's great! Keep going!"

She then instructed the lady to do twenty squats, which made her thighs ache like hell. The lady did not complain though and performed her exercise as instructed.

Then Shiach had the lady sit down on the mat and perform another set of crunches before she stood up again and went through a series of jumping jacks. This time around Shiach didn't allow any breaks between exercises and made sure that each one lasted several minutes instead of just a few seconds. By the end of the hour the lady had been through the paces so many times that she was ready to collapse.

"Alright, alright," said Shiach. "Take a breather."

The lady exhaled as her head dropped to her chest and she took in several long gulps of air. "Thank you, mistress."

"You don't have to call me mistress," said Shiach. She set a talon-hand on the lady's warm, sweaty shoulder. "In fact, if anything, why don't you call me coach?"

"Okay, coach mistress," said the lady. "But, um, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," said Shiach with a wide smile. "Anything."

"Have you, um, have you heard of breath mints?" said the lady. "I don't mean it in a bad way, I, I just, when you talk, it smells like rotting sardines, and that's just, like, I'm just curious if you use something to make your breath smell better."

"Well…" began Shiach, "It's not like I need breath mints because of my breath, but I do know about them. They're good for keeping your mouth fresh, but if you think that they'll help you in other areas, I suppose we could give them a try."

"Oh my God!" said the lady, clapping her hands. "Yes! Please!"

"Now go get some," said Shiach. "And when you've got them, eat twenty and report back to me so I can see if you feel better about how your breath smells."

"But mistress--"

"Coach!" Shiach corrected.

"But coach mistress, breath mints have calories!" said the lady. "And I'm trying to lose five pounds! Which is why we all agreed to do a class with you instead of imprisoning you! But also I wasn't talking about my breath, I was talking about your breath!"

Shiach's eyes glazed over as she farted three times in rapid succession. Then she took another long whiff of her own ass odor.

"Okay," said Shiach. She gestured towards the gym's doorway. "Get going!"

The lady ran off in the direction Shiach indicated.

"I'll be right there," said Shiach, "if you need me."

The lady didn't respond and disappeared into the locker room. Shiach watched her for a moment before returning her focus to her work-out.

It was time to get serious now. Time to get serious about killing these ladies and putting their corpses in a freezer in her basement. And once they were dead, she would make sure that each one had an excellent view of the world beyond death. A view so great that they might even be inspired to try to reach it again, if only to prove just how good a life they'd led up until their death.

Shiach thought about the process of killing the rest of her classmates with her bare hands and then by using her body weight to push their bodies into various objects so she could watch them splat all over the floor or the wall, or worse, the ceiling. That was the plan for her first victim after the lady finished with her breath mints, which was probably the most disgusting thing that she had ever heard of, but what she wouldn't give for that kind of stench right now.

Shiach began doing sit ups with her knees pressed up against her chest, which put pressure on her lower back like crazy. But she ignored the pain because she was focused on other things, namely getting the ladies in her class as far from consciousness as possible. It might take hours to kill each and every one of them. But she was going to do it, one by one…and if she needed to, she could always go ahead and finish the rest with her bare hands.

But for now, it was time to get rid of this headache. And Shiach knew that she could make herself forget all of the terrible things she was planning with the help of some of her favorite mind-altering herbs and plants. She wasn't looking forward to it, but it was necessary if she wanted to move on to more important things. Shiach walked over to one of the ladies. The one that kept scratching her arms.

"Hey, lady," said Shiach. "Want to go to the bathroom together?"

"Oh, sure, I really need to powder my nose," said the lady. Then, suddenly, her eyes went wide and blank, and she posed in a deer-like fashion. "I mean, I really need to take a reindeer-sized piss."

"No idea what the fuck that means," said Shiach. "But I might be into it. Anyway, fuck it, let's go."

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"Oh my gods, that coke was to die for," said Shiach as she leaned over on the toilet and patted the lady on the ass. "I feel like I could fuck the faces off of twenty gods."

"Me too," said the reindeer-lady. "I feel like I could fly across the sky driven in a sleigh by an enormous fat man, I mean."

"Oh, that makes sense," said Shiach. "By the way, what happened to Isabelle?"

"Oh my gods, you mean you don't know?" said the reindeer-lady as she shoved her reindeer butt plug back into her butthole.

"No, I don't," said Shiach. "Please tell me."

The reindeer-lady took a deep breath, inhaled a long line of coke off of the side of another reindeer lady's ass, and started to explain.