Compromised

The hand that rested on her chest remained fixed, while the other went for her neck. There, a claw found its way under the balaclava and it became very clear what he was after. Even if she wasn't fond of the action, a face reveal to a member of a blind species was hardly the worst outcome in a completely incapacitated situation.

Ghar seemed to notice her slowly relaxing state and sped up the removal, whipping it off without much warning. His free hand swept over her face, 'seeing' what he could of the features she hid, briefly noting the existence of her hair. From what Ketna could tell of his actions, he didn't seem to recognize anything from what he felt of her face, which meant the only thing she was concerned about, the very reason she hid her features in the first place, wouldn't be a problem.

"That's it? That's all you have to hide?" The hand from Ketna's chest lifted, only to join the other in confirming what he felt of her face. "You sighted creatures and your vanity." He scoffed, before removing his hands from her.

Kenta wasn't entirely sure if his disappointment stemmed from his being underwhelmed by what she was hiding or that she had relaxed in the process of unveiling her.

"Never forget, you lost." He hissed his proclamation of victory close to her, likely a last ditch effort to cause her more anxiety, to mask his own disappointment.

It didn't have nearly the demoralizing effect he may have hoped for.

His hands drifted back to her chest, where he took attention of the torn attire, taking hold of what was left of the top of the suit and ripping it from her chest. From there he continued tearing and stripping cloth from her body, until she was as bare as he was. Free from her attire, Ghar lifted her from the mat to hold her limp body close to his chest wrapping his arms around her to practically smother her. This wasn't a gesture of closeness, instead it was to envelope her bare skin against his own, to coat her in a new layer of mucus to keep her incapacitated. He had no intention for Ketna to regain control as he used her.

Again she was dropped back onto the mat, it was really the only barest courtesy that he provided her head any support on the way back down. The shoulder where his tusks had dug in stung as it hit the ground but there wasn't much she could do to alleviate it. Once Ketna was on the ground again, Ghar returned to the space between her legs. Taking hold of her thighs, he lifted them up and back against her chest. Once he had settled the placement of her legs, Ketna felt something ribbed and familiar gliding over top her lips below, she didn't have to see it to know what it was.

"Any pathetic weakling could have their way with you like this, but you would like that would you not." Ghar chuckled. "I could arrange that, leave you prone for any to take."

Ketna couldn't help but think about it as Ghar presented the scenario to her. Were Ghar a more compassionate partner, she almost would want to pursue that very scenario in reality, in certain conditions. For now, the prospect of the possibility kept playing in her head, adding to what Ghar was doing to her.

After a few passes between her legs, Ghar shifted his position over her, holding her legs firm against her while he guided his dick inside her. Between his mucus and her schlick, his penetration was an easy glide. Despite the anxiety from before, Ketna felt satisfied to be penetrated again.

"Even now you still suck me in so tightly," Ghar chuckled leaning down over her. His dick was still snaking its way in as he drew his head close to hers. "Your body knows what it is meant for."

Even with the lingering apprehension Ghar might still attempt to 'bend the rules', Ketna found herself deeply aroused by the way Ghar addressed her, 'used' her. That she was also in a state where she could be used.

"You may be skilled in your craft but we both know you truly meant to be my play-thing."

Even if he was saying for himself to assert his dominance, all his claims only served to ramp up her state, and she was grateful for it. It made his thumb that slid over her clit once more, even more sharp than the last time. Again as the power of the sensation shot through her, her body remained still.

"Your body will serve me for as long as I please."

All his talk, all her open helplessness, found her on the cusp of climax. While her body didn't move, inside the build up was ramping up quickly. Ghar began to slowly work his dick back and forth inside her, complementing the external stimulation. The only involuntary movement that managed to happen was the tensing of her inner muscles as she found herself close. Ghar sucked in air between his teeth as he felt her flutter against his dick.

"Yes, that's it pet." His praise almost seemed earnest.

Whether or not it was, mattered little, as it was the encouragement that sent chills through her and finally tipped her over into shuddering against Ghar's dick.

Ghar thrust his hip to her's, keeping her in place and himself inside her to make use of her contractions while making audible groans at the pleasure he was receiving from her. Ghar's thumb never left her clit, slow and gentle circles smoothed by both their fluids kept Ketna shuddering against him. Every sharp tinge of pleasure ran through her and the only tension that she could feel was her own vaginal muscles clenching against Ghar's fattening dick inside her. She was kept on a high through each climax, one never stopping, only riding into the next crescendo, and still none of her body moved.

After three uninterrupted surges of pleasure, Ghar finally removed his thumb from her apex, giving her time to cool down from the most intense form of stimulation. But she wasn't left alone entirely, as her contractions against Ghar's dick had coaxed it to it's full erection and he sought to make use of that. Bracing himself against her hip, he pulled back then slammed his dick back in, raking it against her insides. While the pressure inside while she came before was pleasant, she missed the feeling of friction that often accompanied it. But she couldn't moan her satisfaction, even if she wished to express how much she wanted it. Luckily for her, Ghar only continued to get more aggressive in his thrusts.

Shifting their position every so slightly, Ghar tilted Ketna's hips even further forward, pressing her knees to her shoulders, causing her hips to life off the mat. From there he slammed down into her. Still sensitive from the waves of orgasm just before, Ketna could feel the familiar pressure rising again, and wanted nothing more than to be drawn into it again.

Wordlessly, Ghar's thumb slipped between them and caressed her most sensitive place once again, the combination of pleasurable glide and Ghar's internal pounding set her off into another orgasm at the touch. She could have sworn she felt a leg twitch for a brief second, the reaction was so strong. She heard Ghar grunt at her renewed clenching.

"Gooood pet." Ghar's voice had become more strained and raspy.

Like before, Ghar never ceased his touch, and Ketna found herself in a reprise of the high she had before. Only this time the grinding inside her in her heightened state longer and stronger. It was no longer a heat that drew from singular points of contact but one that drew from a space that blurred everything together.

Ketna was no longer sure how many times the rush of climax passed through her. She was lost in that space where she was nothing and feeling the most intense points of contact, drowning out everything else around her. The combined element of a body didn't tense or squirm with each new wave of pleasure, only seemed to help keep her in this state. In a way, it was the most comfortable high she has been in.

It wasn't until she felt the raking of her claspers against her inner walls that her state changed at all. It didn't quite remove her from her high, but it did ground her, remind her of where she was and who she was with. Now close to his own climax, Ghar removed the hand between them and planted both hands on her thighs, securely holding them against her shoulders. He thrust down into her with aggressive force, making use of the tremors still running through Ketna's body that did not require his direct attention.

The barbs inside her clung to her walls making some effort to hold them both in place. With that, Ghar finally arrived at his own plateau, practically hissing his satisfaction as he came. He held himself stiff against her in the first few moments of filling her, then fell into a more relaxed state, laying his body heavily over top of her. He held her close until his own shuddering passed, it wasn't until the claspers withdrew that he roused again.

"What a good little toy you are." He spoke almost softly, pulling his torso away but keeping his head close. "I look forward to our next encounter." Ghar almost seemed to hiss while the vibrancy of his colors faded.

Ghar sat himself up fully, stretching a moment just before his posture change, switching from the previously aggressive body language, to one of more visible distress. Ketna couldn't exactly see it, but she could feel it between her legs. He leaned over her once more, for a wholly different purpose.

The hand belonged to the same body but the touch was so different. It gently cradled her face, then to her neck to check her pulse. She heard his heavy breath of relief to find her heart still kept a slow, steady pace, but wasn't weak. Once confirmed she was alive, Hart gingerly lifted her from the ground, making care to support her head while cradling her in his arms.

"I am so sorry about Ghar.." He apologized softly before he set off out of the room. "We shall deal with him later." Hart's voice shifted ever so slightly, from worry to disdain, which Ketna suspected drew from Lee specifically.

Hart and Lee's presence were the best offset to Ghar. Truthfully, she wouldn't have put up with nearly as much as she had, were it not for them. Typically she didn't really 'need' aftercare, she could manage herself well enough. But this time she was desperate for it. Hart's snug clutching of her against his chest was a welcome substitute for her inability to snuggle in on her own.

She wasn't quite sure where she was being taken, until they passed the threshold of a white tiled room. He sat himself down, somewhere, still cradling her in one arm to free up the other. When she heard the familiar sounds of a facet and running water, she knew exactly what Hart was trying to do. As the water filled the tub, Hart hoisted her along with himself into it, maneuvering the both of them such that he was sat in the tub and she cradled between his legs, back leaning against his chest.

"We will get you cleaned off, then retrieve something to aid you if need be."

HartLee bushed a thumb across Ketna's jaw in gentle reassurance, a gesture that was very welcome.

As the water filled the tub, Hart got to work wetting a cloth and using it to wipe down the mucus that coated her. His actions were firm but considerate, just enough pressure to force the film off her skin, but not enough to be rough. A repetitive process of wiping down a given area then wetting the cloth again to remove the mucus that accumulated on it. Being viscous as it was, it took a few passes to clear it off completely.

Despite being sexually manhandled by Ghar earlier, being washed by another person while being so malleable was almost embarrassing. She had never felt this helpless in an exceptionally long time, nothing had come close to rendering her this incapacitated short of loss of consciousness. And there were very few she had trusted with that helplessness.

The more HartLee cleaned her off, the less she was being actively poisoned and the fog began to lift. But even then it still took some time for her to regain command of her muscles. She made idle attempts to twitch fingers and toes as HartLee continued down her body. It wasn't too dissimilar from the feeling of waking the body after sleep, but significantly more sluggish. By the time he had reached her hips and legs, she managed an intentional groan to test her vocal control before she spoke.

"Ffuuuck" was the first word she managed to slur out after having been unable to form any words at all for so long. It seemed appropriate.

"You can move again?" Hart sounded both surprised and relieved to see Ketna respond so quickly.

"Yeah" her response was still slow and lacked strong annunciation. Still leaning against HartLee she twisted her torso slightly, gauging other forms of movement but without being disruptive to what her caretaker was doing. She squinted and blinked a few times, her sight was still blurry but focus was beginning to return. "I process toxins... " her voice still slurred slightly as she attempted to navigate around words.. "Rather quickly.."

HartLee didn't stop his task, still wiping her down her back and over her hips. Ketna permitted herself to be pliable, for now, while getting a feel for her range of movement using her arms.

She groaned, "I feel like hell, though." A weak hand rubbed her bare face. About now she realized her body felt unusually warm, considering her immune system was fighting this off the entire time, it would be unsurprising that she was running a fever. "Is this what being sick feels like.." She muttered out loud to herself.

"You.. Have never been sick?" HartLee seemed caught off guard enough to pause in his task to ask the question.

"Not in any significant way." she didn't need to elaborate more than that.

Luckily, HartLee didn't inquire further.

Ketna stretched her torso, down to her hips, then to her legs attempting to work out the sluggishness that still gripped her.

"I think I'm good to continue this on my own now."

She reached out to grab the cloth out of HartLee's hand but he moved it out of her reach in the same moment. Her reflexes still had not recovered enough to compensate.

"No you will not." HartLee was firm, almost aggressive in his words, something that was almost uncharacteristic for either of them.

Ketna held her arm there for a moment, contemplating a protest, then dropped it in defeat. Upon feeling Ketna's body relent, HartLee returned to his task. Though now, there wasn't much left. Her legs had not been coated in the same way her core had, though there was ample cum to clean from between her legs, which he cleaned off with as considerately as he had the rest.

Once finished, he leaned over, draining the tub of the now very murky water. Though instead of leading either of them out of the tub, he held Ketna to him to ensure she wouldn't get up on her own, then when the tub was completely drained, stopped it up and began filling it with new hot water, again. Ketna wasn't sure for what purpose, when HartLee stood from the bath.

"Stay." The command was firm, "We will return shortly." The rest of the sentence was addressed in a more gentle tone than the previous command.

Maybe it was the unusually weakened position she was in, but being commanded like that gave Ketna an unexpected rush of arousal. It was absurd how much a simple word managed to give her such a response.

After she watched her companion leave she turned her attention to the bathroom around her. She couldn't help but make mental comparisons in her head to both Vazaroust's and Hart's choices in toiletry arrangement and access. They were wholly different species of course but them both being blind caused her to want to find the similarities regardless. The mental exercise gave her something to keep her mind on while also testing how much of her control over her eyesight and focus had returned. It was when water began to reach her mid-chest, did her attention return to her immediate surroundings.

Suspecting that there was enough water for whatever it was Lee, she suspected it was Lee, had told her to stay for, she shut off the faucet once again. Just as she found herself curious where or what HartLee had been away for, she heard their footsteps down the hall. When their frame appeared through the door she caught the sight of a water bottle in his hand. Now she was very much aware of how parched she had been.

Once close enough, HartLee extended the hand with the bottle, offering it to her. "For you, now that you are well enough to hold anything."

"Oh thank god." Ketna exclaimed as she gladly accepted the bottle from them, sparing no time in removing the cap and chugging a sizable portion of it.

As Ketna downed the contents of the bottle, HartLee grabbed what looked to be a vinyl pillow from the cabinet before he returned to his original position behind her in the bath. This time he settled in with the pillow behind him, relaxing against the back of the bath, submerging himself in the water. With its contents consumed, Ketna sat the empty bottle outside the tub and addressed her companion with a question that she had been holding since he left.

"You told me to stay but for what reason? You already got the gunk off."

"To ensure you are clean of it. And to relax." As if to emphasize the point, HartLee pulled Ketna in to lean her against their chest.

"Fair enough." Ketna didn't object, permitting herself to be guided once more.

Now that the potential 'danger' had passed, they could have a more personal conversation.

"How are you both holding up?" Ketna brought up, first.

"Us?" HartLee seemed surprised that she asked.

"Yes. You're the ones that have to deal with the bruises I put on Ghar, not to mention the fallout of his actions."

"Sore, but that is what the hot water is for." HartLee gave a trill-like laugh. Then the bemusement halted and his tone shifting to something much more somber. "We wish to apologize again for Gharioch's breach of privacy. We were unaware of his intent, but we were already unable to restrict his actions as it was."

"Oh that-" she paused and waved an arm, forgetting he couldn't see it, but the sound of water's movement likely indicated it to him anyway. "That's fine. It wouldn't have been my first choice but it's not.. Really a problem. Not here, at least." She hesitated on any explanation, she didn't even want to allude to why she was so militant about keeping her features hidden in the first place. "I don't even like covering my face everywhere."

"If you do not enjoy hiding your features, then why do you?" HartLee's tone gave an impression of surprise.

Ketna grew quiet, rolling around in her head how she was going to explain it, without giving too much information.

"Necessity." She responded flatly. "I don't cover my features because I want to. It's because I have to. But I'm afraid I can't tell you why that is."

"Will that change?" They seemed to accept the explanation well enough.

Ketna grew quiet again, her first instinct was to say no, but she gave it more thought. Time changes all things, and given time, there was a chance that what was certain might not be so certain.

"Maybe." Was all she could answer in earnest.

HartLee did not inquire further than that, likely reading Ketna's standoffish tone about the subject to mean she wouldn't answer much more in the first place. But he did not remain quiet long, as he had an inquiry of a different nature

"We know the stability of your wellbeing is not in question, but we need to know, how are you feeling elsewise?" There was a hint of caution, maybe even apprehension in their voice, trying to allude to something else specifically but hesitant to ask out-right.

Ketna knew what it was they were attempting to ask, and it was something she had to ask herself. How was she feeling, anyway? Annoyed, maybe some mixed feelings about her own helplessness and the amount of tactical consideration she'd have to take into account were there some unforeseen combat situation with the same effect on her body. But that was not what happened and shouldn't be part of her assessment of the events that played out.