Suikoden - Taint of Power

Author's Note: I want to say thank you to both NinjaGaijin and ninesenshi for their support, and for the other few out there who have told me they too care for underappreciated characters. I do want to dive into Windy more in the future as I think she needs further detailing to make her more than just some evil bitch, and I have a few ways I can pull the suggested history of my first chapter into future events. With ninesenshi's encouragement, I maintained some elements that felt natural for the premise of a woman held prisoner in such an environment.

"Good morning Odessa! I hope you slept well."

"You know damn well I didn't." Her fierce eyes pounded with the bottled frustration of a week's misuse. The soreness of her legs had faded to nothing in the two days since Windy's command gave out, her stance secured by a higher power than she could overturn.

The undergrowth of vines wrapped around her petite sex, forced wide as her nether lips could stretch by the invasion. Its roots buried within feet of cement blocks that composed the sewer's architecture. Her vain struggles to break herself from the plant's iron-hard grip made her butt jiggle within its green-tendriled decor, the word 'ho' appearing emblazoned across both cheeks by the design of both runes placed upon them. All this hid behind the sewer fog generated by Odessa's flawed Hazy Rune, a sight contentedly hidden from Windy's eyes to leave its naughtiest bits to her much more pleasant imagination.

"Aww, I thought you would appreciate all the fun you had with that plant. Wouldn't you agree that its slimy green hue complements your nasty mop of red hair?"

"What you're doing to me is unethical!"

"Is it unethical to put a fish in water? You should thank me for finding a suitably uncouth creature for your uncouth loins."

"How can you say such things?! This goes beyond cruel and unusual punishment -- Agh!" Odessa yelped as a vine swiftly snapped at her ass.

"Ohoho, you upset it. That poor plant works so hard to please you, and you respond to its affection with insults. Could the rune work faster on women of uncultured stock?"

"Prisoners of war have rights too."

"You're not a prisoner of war, you're my sewer flower. I've taken great care to give you everything you need to flourish. Dirt, water, and just enough sunlight." She looked to the tiny slits where rays of light peeked through, illuminating the grimy environs well enough to see its drab design. A simple setting for a simple creature, and as she assessed Odessa's needs, she turned her attentions back to the task at hand. "... But oh, you need nutrients as well, do you not?"

Paired with the Court Magician's sadistic glee, light burst on Odessa's pale face as a portal opened before her. As with all of Windy's recent teleports, a shape rose up and took slow form into something more recognizable. A hand, a head, a foot. They all took greater definition as the light dulled, revealing orange hair and blank like-color eyes, the man's features falsely suggesting dark delight. He was a puppet on strings, she could see that plainly as he raised a hand and waved.

"Hi, I'm Ted. You must be Odessa."

Her eyes bulged, revelation stinging harder than the red swat on her rump. She knew the name, she heard it often enough from Tir during their brief travel together.

"You monster! What have you done to him?" Odessa spoke sharply. Her keeper's perverse arousal at their meeting poured out in the prolonged strain of her seductive voice, but more than that, it hinted to her observant mind of something deeper and more sinister behind this moment.

"I told you, I used the last of my Conqueror Runes on a 300 year old boy. Weren't you a little curious who that boy was?"

"I know I've wondered about you," Ted said. "Lady Windy told me you met with my good friend Tir. How is he? Did you trick him into joining you in the sewers and fuck his brains out like any old whore?"

"Now Ted, there's no need for vulgar words. I would hate to see you sink to her level," Windy smiled to her prisoner. "You'll have to excuse him, his old tie to the Soul Eater rune seems to be influencing my control over him. I'm afraid I can't take him to see Tir just yet, but he's such a dreadful virgin and I thought you could help him fix that."

"I'm stronger of heart than I look, Windy. If you think that forcing me to have sex with him will break me to your will, you're sorely -- RRAAGH!"

Her squirms failed to do anything more than drive the invading phallus deeper, malicious hands pawing at her breasts. She should have steeled herself for the unexpected, vulnerable as she was to such dirty tricks. The man's voice oozed his wicked perversion into her ears, the stain of its sound running so deep that her body wretched more violently than it had in all the past week's slow befouling.

"Why hello, you are most certainly a feisty one. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Commander Kraze."

"You mean the disgusting pervert from NNGH!" Odessa's eyes clamped shut and a breathy groan escaped at the rough thrust between her jiggling cheeks.

"It's not smart to insult a man with his manhood inside your nice, round rump. Not smart at all. Besides, you have no right to call me disgusting. Women as filthy and malodorous as you hardly count as proper mates. However, perhaps you can persuade me..."

Kraze's hand wandered from her left tit to her side, a ripple of goosebumps following its trail. A snide cupping over the rune appearing as an 'h' brought the telltale shiver that he loved so well. His fingers played past the vines to touch the lightest trace of her bush, untamed in contrast from its usual neat and classy trim. Her opening remained within reach, his digits inching closer to her depths spread wide by the accommodating plant-beast that held her bound...

"Stop at once," Windy commanded. "That space is reserved."

"You can't mean that little brat," Kraze sneered at the bitch's puppet.

"I wouldn't dare force such an extreme punishment on him. No, Ted will serve a much different purpose. Are you prepared?"

"At your command, mistress," Ted said.

"Very well. Ted, show the failed leader what awaits her undignified mouth."

She hated herself for it, but Odessa gasped at the sudden sight as Ted lowered his pants. A sharp pulse twinged her loins, and she licked her lips. In that sharp, distinct moment, she inhaled and felt her heart pound as the noxious scent of the sewers mingled in her nose with the overpowering musk of her sudden arousal. He brought it closer, large though limp, and she panted with fever when its tip tapped the outskirts of her waiting lips. Out of want, her tongue reached out where her hand could not, and she mewled in despair at Ted's slight retreat as the corruption rune's power began to wane.

"I want... I want... oooOOOH," her eyes rolled back as her logical mind reasserted itself, "...freedom!"

"Aww, I hoped I wouldn't have to waste a command," Windy pouted as one hand journeyed lower, the other settled on the beat of her heart against her breast. "At least your reaction shows promise. Soon you will beg for the taste of a man's flesh."

"I refuse to give in! Ted, you can fight it too. Don't let that witch control you," Odessa's rebellious spirit soared on the momentum churning from her short flirt with the dark rune's power. She poured herself into the plea, a call to Ted's better self to rise up and reclaim his life. A slight change in his eyes gave her hope for him, and she eagerly waited for him to turn on his puppeteer.

To this, Windy traced a fingernail along the inside of her warm redness. "Ted, would you be so kind as to give her a good slap for me?"

He acted without restraint, rearing back. His hand prepared to deal the harsh blow...

"Oh, how could I forget? Ted, hold for a moment," Windy added. "Odessa, this is a command for the rune I attached to that unsavory little hole between your legs. Bend forward and wrap your lips around my puppet's offer. Once you've made him suitably hard, you will have a choice."

Her fight with her body's acts failed as surely as her trial as a resistance leader, a duty passed on to one of a more fitting background. She chose to be a woman in her last moments with authority, and she paid with her life for that choice... or so she thought, that price exchanged for one much greater. Pain seared through her ass as Kraze forced himself deeper still, yet she winced more at his hand on her lower back than the cheek-splitter as she bent forward. She felt his hand trace its way higher, the vines between legs and hands straining as she moved into proper position.

"Oho, what's this?" Kraze spoke, and soon Odessa's unwashed mess of red hair moved aside from the man's efforts to reveal a hidden mark between her shoulder blades. "Is that a Jongleur Rune?"

"You spoiled the surprise," Windy said. "It needs a little tap to get it started. Ted, if you may."

"A Jongleur Rune?" Odessa puzzled, recalling its purpose. An answer to her question came when an involuntary open-mouthed stretch to take in Ted's member gained his response of a side-turn. She watched as it rushed forth, its force bashing against her cheek. Face reddened by the cock-shaming, she reeled and heard the first subtle notes hum from the newly revealed rune. Everything suddenly clicked into place when the high, upbeat tempo drifted on the air further than the fog that draped her sex.

"Ah, I can feel energy coursing through me already," Kraze cackled and thrust, enlivened by the song and Odessa's stifled groan. "I could last all day with this kind of motivation."

Much as she wanted to show some vocal resistance, Odessa found her voice subdued by the jump to wrap her lips around Ted's growing erection. His stiffness pressed further back toward her throat, stretched by inches by the song's mood. Through no effort of hers, she soon had the whole thickness of Ted's member inside her mouth. Her nose buried to his hair at the base, some small part of her offering silent thankful prayer for this escape from the awful stench she came to know so well. Breathing in the man's fragrance, her body waited for Windy's next command.

"She's ready and waiting, mistress," Ted said.

"Good," Windy sauntered closer to the spectacle, taking perfect view as she spoke. "As you know, Odessa, I aim to nurture every flower in my garden to its full potential. Some bloom best on the highest levels of Gregminster Palace, surrounded by light and love. Others, sad as it may sound, thrive in the darkest, foulest pits known to man. You, my sewer flower, have a choice. I order you to provide Ted with oral stimulation, like a parasite feeding off the blood of its host, and swallow every drop of his seed. A growing flower needs nutrients, no?"

Odessa glared hot daggers at the heartless witch, her current rage fueled by the swaying pitch in tone that spoke of Windy's self-satisfaction.

"However, if you so choose, you can bite down on his thick... hard...," Windy fanned her chest, staring with rapt intrigue at that to which she referred, "vulnerable shaft. One painful tense of the teeth. That's all you need to end this treatment and prove you want freedom from this prison. A woman of class would never allow a member of royalty to witness her engage in these vulgar acts if she had a choice, yes?"

Cued by the pause, Odessa's head bobbed back. Her tongue licked along the underside, and she knew in an instant the kind of predatory sense her body took from the command. It was primal, and basic, the attitude that nobles denied they had so keenly yet each contained within them as a long-forgotten instinct of primitive man. She had chosen to be a woman, in her last moments with Tir and Flik, and she could feel its full weight on her mind as she dove forward with all the passion her lips and tongue could carry. Hunger for cock and Ted's white, oozing semen kicked in, and another hard plunge of Kraze's member inside her exposed anus rapidly forced her head forward in response.

"Ohoho, you seem to be enjoying this more than I thought you could. My dear Odessa, are you a liar?"

Windy's taunt, rather than shame her, helped her mind to fight the overwhelming urges. Her thoughts rampantly ran through the moral crisis. The threat of an automatic bite to Ted's member loomed with each of Kraze's strokes, anguish prodding her for expression. Her eyes fluttered and back arched at a smack to its lower end, reminding her of the opposite men using her from back to front. She could see through Windy's ploy, a game of sadistic tease.

Kindness and good will motivated her desire to protect innocents, those people brought low by the likes of Windy and Kraze. Ted, poor Ted, obeyed his master's orders, a sliver of himself certainly clamoring to reject the Conqueror Rune that gave such total control. Ted differed from the two who mistreated her by their own will, every harsh word laced with Windy's wishes for him. Self-sacrifice governed her reaction to those in Ted's state, spurning selfish needs for the well-being of even one innocent. They were pawns played against each other toward dual defeat, made painstakingly clear as Ted spoke to her amid his oral assault.

"Don't feel bad. Go on, bite down. I need to be punished for keeping the Soul Eater rune from Lady Windy. That's why she brought me here and told me to offer my seed to a disgusting ho."

Her mind screamed, "I am not a disgusting ho!" Yet she couldn't deny the effect of sewer life on her body.

Each day made her a little more filthy, and neither the water nor rune on her backside brought relief. A slimy, gross feel to her skin had settled in the days following her travel down the rapid stream and imprisonment in a standing, spread-legged stance. Every second left her feeling as though she freely offered a glimpse and use of her most intimate secrets, the plant's green goo occasionally dripping from between the folds of her splayed sex. The constant perk of her nipples left indignance as it showed the plant's effect on her, while the Hazy Rune's dark mists joined in coating her with myriad scents.

Music flowed off her as surely as her aura of taint, filtered through notes composed by the movements of her body. Every twist, turn and pitch became part of the melody, bringing Ted and Kraze to a berserked state at the same time that it quickened her pace. The next insult meant to goad her into harming Ted only left sorrow for his plight.

"How did Tir ever keep from gagging every time he looked your way? Were your followers so desperate that they were willing to settle on a wench like you?"

"Vermin flock to the sewers, isn't that right Odessa? It's only natural to choose the worst of the lot as their leader," Windy peered into Odessa's eyes, the defiance found therein bringing Windy to new heights of pleasure. "Ohoho, are you upset? You know what to do if you want me to see you differently. Do it, he won't need it when I'm done with him."

Her certainty cemented at Windy's eager call. She allowed her head to rise and fall into Ted's manhood. The taste, the smell, the texture all wrapped themselves into her thoughts. Lingering traces of disgust began to fade out, restraint from acceptance of the act held firm only by Windy's will and the vague memory of her earlier staunch refusal of its lovable qualities. A like response washed over her at Kraze's furious pounding, beginning to savor the caress of its rough skin against the inside of her ass. The rune on her pussy fed off this moment, its power slowly growing in its own right. Then, the unthinkable happened.

She seized up as her legs quivered like jelly under the barreling rush of orgasm. Her juices came out tinted green by the plant's inner coating, all of her movements freezing to help her cope with a swarm of passions. Purple-black light glowed from her sex through the fog, dimming as her body began to calm from the height of delight.

And what greeted her, when her wits regathered, was a combined 'reward' for her usage. Ted's seed burst from his member, rushing out from the back of her throat to the back of her teeth. Her efforts became strained and slow, with added spurts making up for every ounce she swallowed. Meanwhile, Kraze braced her hips in his hands as his white, hot strands splattered into her deep recesses. The pull out of both brought wipes that smeared leftovers to her face and back, hair left unused by its built-up grime.

She looked up at the unfortunate boy, semen dribbling from her chin and down the back of her leg, taken by surprise as the plant's vines grew to pry that opening wide as well. With the men backing away and the loss of the Jongleur Rune's song, all sounds and smells of the sewers came back into perfect clarity. The corruption rune's light dimmed, returning to the black appearance of an ordinary tattoo.

Windy sighed, "How disappointing. All that time and you didn't take the chance I gave you. I suppose this means you really are fit for this dreadful prison."

The last gobs of white passed down to clear her gummed throat and Odessa spoke, firm and direct. "You wanted me to act like you would and hurt another victim of your cruelty. I refuse to give in to brainwashing."

"Oh really?" Windy smirked. "Let's see how you react when I say the word... semen."

"Mmmm..." Odessa's eyes glazed over, her pungent lust rising to her senses with the fog. Body heat brought out the worst of her week's treatment, and it was with the rough whipping of the plant on her pale butt cheeks that she broke from her haze of delight. "Wait... ugh, this is repulsive."

"A fitting match for you, my sewer flower," Windy said with a smile and lilt. "I've given you the proper nutrients, now I must return to Gregminster Palace. I'm meeting with the mayor of Lenankamp. A woman of such importance as myself must look presentable, you understand."

"I understand perfectly," Odessa scowled, cum dripping off her lips.

"Good, I feared that the rites of culture and etiquette might be beyond your comprehension. But before that," Windy paused as Kraze left via portal, their privacy assured, "I need some pleasure for myself. Isn't that right, Ted?"

"Yes, mistress. May I take a bath first?" he asked.

"Knowing where you have been, I demand it." A wave of her hand sent Ted on his way, Windy pacing closer. A splatter of semen-spit from Odessa to her cheek came off with a wipe of her handkerchief. "How crude. I simply must teach you how to behave around your master. Enjoy yourself until my return."

And so Windy sank, leaving Odessa to the too-familiar sights and smells of her prison.