Post by maycair on Feb 7, 2023 7:15:07 GMT
How many times had Maycair been in this position? Well only twice but still that was more than enough to be frustrating within it’s own right. Slavers just really found that blue skinned women must have been a commodity. Maybe it was because she was a demon, for Maycair it was starting to seem like a bit of an insult? Did they think she couldn’t escape? The only reason she hadn’t was because there were others there, others who didn’t deserve this cruel treatment. She would wonder why she chose to do this? She was afraid of rejection but each time she felt as if she had to do something. To take some sort of stance against injustice, so here she was. Chained, in a truck going down a dead desert road.
The sun was high, beating down on the backs of those crowded in. Besides May, there was 10 others, back to back, side to side. Most were human, a couple beastmen and another demon besides Maycair. All of them were significantly larger than she was. Bound in special chains to limit their strength, with two guards following behind them on motorcycles and another in the front. It seemed they wished to run a tight ship, but that only meant so much when someone was hiding their real strength.
“Hey I really need to pee, can we stop?” Maycair would ask rather abruptly. It didn’t mean much, but it was time she got their attention. “I SAID I GOTTA PEE CAN WE STOP!” Maycair roared now, pushing past the crowd she walked up to the back truck window. Her foot stomped into the glass, shaking the truck until it would break. It would caus chaos amongst the other slaves, they would wonder what the hell she was doing. The driver shouted at her “Oh you’re gonna get a whooping for that!” He slammed the truck’s breaks, causing the passengers to be jostled around,
The antagonized guard would hop out, a short portly pig of a man. He waddled around, just before he would get there, once Maycair was certain the whole convoy was stopped she would strike. “You know, I think now, I just wanna go for a ride, how bout I decide where we go though?” She would joke, the guard beginning to climb up. Before he could properly foot himself the blue demoness would jump upward, slamming down into the truck bed with all of her might. It would cause the vehicle to flip, launching the all into the air like an overaggressive see-saw.
Time would slow for most of them, the slaves like petals in the wind. May would fly around, swopping them up and allowing the slavers to fall. Setting them down she would break their chains. “You’re gonna regret that!” one of the motor cycle guards would say charging towards her. May would roll, jumping up to headbutt the man in his stomach. There was three more, she had more foes but her side had more allies. Or atleast it did, as all the prisoners seem to have ran away. She couldn’t blame them, it just meant she was gonna have to dance a little bit longer.
“Alright, why don’t you all come at once, I know I can take ya.” she would antagonize them, causing two to come from behind and one from the front. Maycair would draw forth her strength casting isolation reaper to slice through them, just short of a fatal blow. “Well I guess I wont be making any new friends today. Atleast this went better than my last attempt.” The hybrid would say to herself, looking at the wreckage she caused. Maybe she could do the right thing, but was it only when she was inconvenienced?
WC: 627
The sun was high, beating down on the backs of those crowded in. Besides May, there was 10 others, back to back, side to side. Most were human, a couple beastmen and another demon besides Maycair. All of them were significantly larger than she was. Bound in special chains to limit their strength, with two guards following behind them on motorcycles and another in the front. It seemed they wished to run a tight ship, but that only meant so much when someone was hiding their real strength.
“Hey I really need to pee, can we stop?” Maycair would ask rather abruptly. It didn’t mean much, but it was time she got their attention. “I SAID I GOTTA PEE CAN WE STOP!” Maycair roared now, pushing past the crowd she walked up to the back truck window. Her foot stomped into the glass, shaking the truck until it would break. It would caus chaos amongst the other slaves, they would wonder what the hell she was doing. The driver shouted at her “Oh you’re gonna get a whooping for that!” He slammed the truck’s breaks, causing the passengers to be jostled around,
The antagonized guard would hop out, a short portly pig of a man. He waddled around, just before he would get there, once Maycair was certain the whole convoy was stopped she would strike. “You know, I think now, I just wanna go for a ride, how bout I decide where we go though?” She would joke, the guard beginning to climb up. Before he could properly foot himself the blue demoness would jump upward, slamming down into the truck bed with all of her might. It would cause the vehicle to flip, launching the all into the air like an overaggressive see-saw.
Time would slow for most of them, the slaves like petals in the wind. May would fly around, swopping them up and allowing the slavers to fall. Setting them down she would break their chains. “You’re gonna regret that!” one of the motor cycle guards would say charging towards her. May would roll, jumping up to headbutt the man in his stomach. There was three more, she had more foes but her side had more allies. Or atleast it did, as all the prisoners seem to have ran away. She couldn’t blame them, it just meant she was gonna have to dance a little bit longer.
“Alright, why don’t you all come at once, I know I can take ya.” she would antagonize them, causing two to come from behind and one from the front. Maycair would draw forth her strength casting isolation reaper to slice through them, just short of a fatal blow. “Well I guess I wont be making any new friends today. Atleast this went better than my last attempt.” The hybrid would say to herself, looking at the wreckage she caused. Maybe she could do the right thing, but was it only when she was inconvenienced?
WC: 627