Bhaal Demands- Part 1

She set out that morning with a small entourage. At first she felt like going out on her own, but Viconia knew that the way to Neverwinter was a perilous one and that it was better to be safe then the plaything of a clan of ogres. The party consisted of three other priestesses and ten warriors, or Knight’s of Night as the Lord of Murder had dubbed them. At their head was Shar Teel, one of the few human warriors, save for Kain, which she ever actually feared. How Kain ever managed to put up with Shar Teel, Jaheria, and herself badgering him up and down the Sword Coast in the days before Amn, Viconia would never know. Though if her memory served her right, after the attempted assassination, she wasn’t welcome in the group no more, Shar Teel had been seriously wounded and left to heal in Baldur‘s Gate with Angelo, and Jaheria just couldn’t do all the nagging by herself.

Viconia hadn’t been all too fond of Jaheria and most of those she had adventured with, but the Lord of Murder seemed obsessed with knowing every little detail of his old friends and their activities. Most were dead set against his reign as Lord of Murder thought he still wanted to know how they were doing. So lesser agents risked their lives to tell of how Jaheria and Minsc had started an offshoot of the Harper’s that was focused on stemming the power of the new church, even Aerie got involved in the attempt to unravel the fabric of the Lord of Murder. Others were merely impassive to it, not embracing it neither denying it. Nalia and Valygar had headed to Amn and were set on righting the wrongs of that nation. Yet, Viconia suspected that they to would be set against the Lord of Murder, if they could find the time between righting wrongs and keeping their romance secret.

Fools all of them, Viconia’s dislike of them seemed to grow daily. Each had accepted his gifts for them, each had held onto them to this day, and each was no doubt thankful for their gifts. Viconia stopped the parties trek so the could rest and she could calm down. They where almost out of the Cloakwood Forest where the great, ‘Temple of Cloaks and Daggers’, was being built.

Viconia hadn’t come up with the name, rather it was thought up by Imoen who only came up the stupidest names to prove the point that the Lord of Murder put more stock in her opinion then in Viconia’s. Viconia had wanted to call it, ‘Temple of Tears’, a much better name by all accounts, but the fool of a god sided with Imoen like he always did. If Imoen had actually been there at the time, Viconia would have shown her how to use a whip the right way.

Viconia’s mind painted the picture of Imoen nude, gagged and tied. Having been bent over a nearby table, she was ready to be punished. In her mind’s eye, Viconia’s bullwhip crashed repeatedly against the exposed rear with only a muffled protest from Imoen. Then Viconia then began to use her tongue and lick each red mark on Imoen’s bottom just before ramming the whip’s handle straight into Imoen’s ready cunt. Imoen would squeal like a stuck pig, but the gag would smother it all. In and out the handle would go till Imoen would stop protesting and start to moan, all the while the Lord of Murder would watch as Viconia turned his darling sister into a common whore.
Vic beg began to notice things change as her fantasy world blinked black.

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Viconia was still ramming the handle of a whip into someone, but it was a drow male. He looked like a servant back at her home. Viconia turned to see her mother sitting where the Lord of Murder had been, though she had a less grand throne. She was enjoying the spectacle of seeing Viconia sodomize the uppity servant who had dared make eye contact with the matron mother.

Viconia laughed out right as the servant began to plead a little. At first, when it had just been the beating, he had been a tough man, but being treated like a pleasure slave with the handle of the whip was just too much for his little male body to stand. Soon Viconia’s mother signalled it to end, so Viconia stepped back, leaving the end of the whip in the slave.

“If you think of removing or covering it anytime today, I’ll castrate very slowly”, Viconia announced coldly as the servant walked out.

“Ha hah ha, he looks just like a lizard mount”, laughed Ranqal, another one of Viconia’s sisters.

“Oh Viconia, it is good to have you back from Arach-Tinilith. As a high priestess no less”, as if almost on cue, the matron gazed at her daughters, none of whom had attained that honour.

The five heads of her whip seemed to come to life at this moment and danced a little. Viconia bowed low to her mother and then patted the snaked on the head. It had been a tough choice between using her gift from Lolth and a regular whip, but she opted for the normal whip saying that the use of her goddess-given weapon on such slim was next to sacrilege.

“Now Viconia come with me into private”, the matron beckoned, “ I have a plan that shall bring great power to our house.

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“Wake up Vicky, it’s time to go”, a rough shake snapped Viconia straight out of the memory. Shar Teel gazed at her long and hard and then slapped her across the face.
"You stupid half-breed, I’m awake”, Viconia responded, as she stood straight up. Viconia was immediately flanked by the two priestesses she had brought with her. Shar Teel growled silently, but decided to take out her anger on one of her incompetent males later when they stopped to make camp for the night.