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POV: You are a Priest of the CoF and you were captured by Alitheans

Timestamp
Autumn, Era XXVI
Location
Temple of Sinful Delights (Sliucha's Crib)
Content Warnings
NSFW (very very likely UPDATE: IT IS VERY NSFW)
Exactly.
Sending letters here directly, when the point of delivery may have relevance to the Church, without thinking of the possible consequences if such letters were ever intercepted, was indeed dumb.

And Demon had not even thought about it. Heck, he promised letters to Queen yet never asked for a mailing address! Cunning creatures demons, but not really bright sometimes (and lacking worldly knowledge perhaps). And Toy was... Toy. Not entirely stupid of course, but not a genius either. More like overly carefree, that the only 'adulting' stuff he did was... adult stuff.

Which then leaves Priest. The unloved one. Of course calling him an intellectual may be questionable (or else why would he end in this mess?), but he is wielding the Power of the Mind, using such to not only even out the playing field against the tag-team of Demon and Toy, but was once again one step ahead. And it is he that was bringing up this conversation, this 'request' per se, with astute foresight?

"Very well," Priest nodded at the suggestion of a private mailbox. This is a good step. Was it secure enough? He could further encrypt the letters, and provide the Mistress the decoder, a method used by the Inquisition itself as he suspected so when he apprenticed for his mentor back in his acolyte days. But by sharing such information, would he not be exposing some of the Church's methods to the likes of Sliucha?

Hmm. But he was already betraying Church secrets to her assuming he still obeyed the initial command to provide her information despite being banished from the Temple. So may as well do so, as a sincere gesture of his willingness to cooperate. And that his recent lashing out had been an honest accidental mistake, not done out of malicious intent.

"The Church have their own in-house pigeons and messengers. The latter is out of question for sure, but I could try to reroute a pigeon to the private address. And for added security, I will encrypt the letter and provide you the decryption methods."

"Though, if I do have news that is urgent or of high importance, it may be best that I meet you still? That is, if you do not mind to do so.... since..."
he continued to cast his eyes downward, still naked and on his knees in a submissive pose, unable to look at her in the face or even finish his sentence.
 
Pigeons?

"We'll need to make a slight change if it's a pigeon," Phoebe mused. "After all, there's a big difference between just putting a letter in a mailbox, and having to properly receive a pigeon. Are you saying that you'll never want to use mail?"

If so, then no need even for a mailbox. She wasn't sure how reliable pigeons were as a means of communication, having never used anything like it - couldn't something just eat the bird? - but if that was the 'preferred' method, then fine. Whatever worked. It wasn't as if she was expecting all that much from Iori anyway.

Encryption? Useful. If they were going that far, normal mail felt like it'd be just fine.

What about an emergency?

"Have Toy enter the Temple if necessary," Phoebe decided. "We will make the arrangements from there."
 
Normal pigeons were probably not reliable, no. Homing pigeons? Used extensively especially in war. Much better than the poor messenger boy having to scramble over geography before getting an arrow to the knee. The Church of Faith definitely had a good network of such, to connect all their branches over the empire but those birds would be trained only to home in to Church posts. Can he override one and make it fly to her instead? He could try?

The big problem with pigeons other than being targeted by specialized hawks, especially trained for interception purposes, as well as other unfortunate natural accidents, is that they only carry limited messages in the little cannisters attached to their feet. Long and saucy love letters, blogs, maps, ten pages of Herald worthy political bickering, and mom's apple pie is not going to fit. So still need the mail for that.

"An alternative suggestion as per your request Mistress," Priest answer in deference. "Maintain the private mail. And make available any alternatives. Perhaps I can send the first pigeon, if I am successful in rerouting it, to Ziel Aerca's pigeon post? Before establishing a better contact point for the bird." Diversify! Do not put all eggs in one basket. In case, if it ever became so dramatic that he was compromised and his methods of communication was monitored. It may never come to that, but it's always good to have... backdoors. Priest specialty.

Priest winched at being told only Toy enters the Temple. He did not trust Toy to know how to take critical matters seriously. But was there no hope for him at all, to ever be allowed back in the Mistress's good graces? Could he never be forgiven, ever?

"Another suggestion would be... Voice of Thought..." he was very hesitant to even mention this, as he did not think the Mistress was keen in engaging any form of Mystic type communication with him, considering the history of their confrontation. But it was an alternative? They could have imbues to activate the spell between only the two of them, though he imagined it would be limited in uses, with certain security measures to ensure it could only be activated when both parties agrees to a call. She won't want him calling her willy-nilly, and he in turn.
 
"Very well." They'd use a mixture of pigeons and mail and see what worked. Iori was the one who was going to have to send it, after all, so he needed to make up his mind. Once he knew what he wanted, they could make the arrangements on the receiving side on how to receive it.

"I have already made my decision," Phoebe noted flatly at Iori's next suggestion. Why was he providing more suggestions when the decision was made? And of the suggestions to make, why go with such a terrible one?
 
The curt response silenced Priest, who knew there and then, even without requiring any actual words, where his place was. That is down there, on his knees, head down in absolute submission. To speak, only when spoken to. To look at the Mistress only when allowed to. To fully accept whatever that was about to be done to him, no matter how humiliating or intense it would be. In fact, he should be grateful for any attention granted to his useless existence.

Like having Tiberium mount and wreck his bitch-mare ass like the cocksleeve and cum dump he is, while the Mistress immortalized the very act in her unholy device?

For was that not what is truly left of Priest? A pathetic shell of his former self. Who could not even experience pleasure without being used and abused.

Speaking which...

The deal with the Vox.
And there was still that 'second request'.

Sadly unlike Demon and Toy, who could openly express themselves to the Mistress, Priest was caught between conditioned submissiveness and the fear of taking the Mistress's time any longer than he deserved. He decided then. And if the Mistress wanted him punished, he would gladly endure so.

"Mistress, please do not... do not reveal what was captured. I swear, in Alithea's name, I will keep silent."

And here it is finally, the official response from him in regards to the act of blackmail. As come to think of it, he had not provided any clear feedback prior. Understandably so, when in the process of being filled up by such length and girth, it was difficult to retain any semblance of cognition? Even going so far as to accidentally lashed out at her.

"And I hope... I beg for your... forgiveness... please... "

There was no need for detailed elaboration. Second request, was for a final second chance.

Even if she still would not lift the ban from the Temple immediately, perhaps in the future? When he had sufficiently proven he was worthy of redemption? If only to be able to leave the Temple, knowing there was still light at the end of the hole he dug himself in?
 
"If you stay silent, then nobody will know," Phoebe noted simply, once again. It was, after all, rather counterproductive to the purpose of blackmail to show it to others for no reason. It was something that was supposed to hang over Priest. If he yapped, then the conditions for the blackmail being released would be met. If he didn't, then he got to enjoy the blackmail not being released.

That was how blackmail worked.

It wasn't as if Priest's swearing in the name of anything was reliable. There wasn't any credit to his name at the moment. Nothing he said would be believed. It didn't matter in the slightest. The blackmail was there to serve as leverage, nothing more.

As for forgiveness?

"Forgiveness is earned, not begged for," came the quick, curt response. Did that mean that his request was denied? Or was his request fulfilled?

He wasn't forgiven. But perhaps there was a chance...

...if he went out and worked for it. It was all up to Iori now.

"Will that be all?"
 
So Demon had requested for Queen's well-being to be taken well care of (this was pretty redundant but it was a token gesture and reassurance on his part). And of that of his future puppy to be taken under the wings of the Temple. Again, it was reassurance. Just in case the Mistress felt a lack of sympathy for his bloodline because of Priest and decided to toss the baby out, or neglect the kid as some lowly pariah undeserving of a spot among the Temple's elite. But the Mistress was surely not such a heartless bitch was she? Bitch perhaps, yes. Certainly not cruel, except when in the bed and only to fulfil certain types of fetishes?

And drugs!

Toy had requested to be able to return to the Temple and his wish was granted. Very straight forward this.

And sex toys! Very kinky ones too!

Priest had requested for a way to establish a secure method of communication with the Temple, for the purpose of sending intel back. This may not sound like a request actually, but more a thoughtful foresight from Priest?

And forgiveness.
"Forgiveness is earned, not begged for."

He could not find fault in the Mistress's logic. Though it was curt and no further context was provided. Would that indeed meant if he indeed kept his word and stayed silent, even if the likes of the Inquisition or the Keepers were to finally have him captured and interrogated under torture. And if he carried out the task as originally discussed, she would finally forgive him one day? Was this the light at the end of the tunnel? A glimmer of hope?

It was not like he was in any position to argue or make demands, and so he accepted what was merely provided.

Will that be all then?

Priest nodded his head. And waited for the signal to be allowed to dress up and finally leave officially. Maybe go through his saddlebags and backpack one more, just to be sure everything was there. Hopefully the Mistress was kind enough to offer more provisions and some coins? Just enough to cover Victoriam's stabling cost. Don't forget the additional items! Drugs. Toys. Urm... private mailing address.
 
Should the son suffer for the sins of the father?

Maybe that too was another reason for Iori to work earnestly. Not only to clear his own name and seek forgiveness, but also for the sake of any sons or daughters he might have sired at the Temple as well. (Did Priest and Toy consider Demon's children to be their own, and vice versa among them?) (Not to say that Sliucha would have treated any of them poorly anyway, mind. But, no reason for Iori to know that. He should work hard!)

Iori would be dismissed, although told that he would need to wait a while for the additional requested supplies to be loaded onto Victoriam. He had already been given a fair amount of amenities, toiletries, and other basic essentials to ensure he could travel - maybe not comfortably, but at least not having to wipe with leaves or anything, you know? Some amount of coin, and then the drugs and toys that had been requested, and handed a slip with the mailing address to use. One for his pigeons, the other just a normal mailbox if it didn't work out.

And then he'd be told when he'd been given everything, so that he could move out whenever he was ready.
 
By the time all was done, Priest stood there decked fully in his holy garments, something that he had not worn in a very long time (if not counting any priest-kink sessions that involved him wearing some form of clergy related attire). The white robes hugged his broad shoulders. The symbol of the Sacred Three, the Golden Triance stitched out from rich gold threads, shimmered in the light. The Church of Faith's coat of arms were emblazoned on the left breast. Beneath, was the tight fitting black cassock with matching black trousers, outlining his lean body.

Around his waist was the cincture and its Celibacy Knots. Tucked within was also those prayer beads. They looked very out of place knowing where those beads have gone, and what manner of depravity Priest had experienced within these walls. But it was the way he carried himself in those clothes that made him looked... exactly like a priest of the Church of Faith. Pious and proud, commanding reverence and authority. One would have never known how big a butt slut he was in those clothes. A striking dichotomy it was as he stood there within the Temple's halls with its lewd ambience.

But the most conspicuous had to be his weapons, especially the longsword, Anathema, slung by his hip. That weapon had been a danger to the Temple, that the Alitheans had to not only remove weapons from Priest, but put him in restraints consistently, the original purpose was lost over time. Whips and chains was just something associated with Priest at this point. Would it not be a danger to arm him back like this?

Priest did not appear to have any interest to take advantage of his newly earned freedom, despite the earlier sword swinging to merely test his muscle memory, as he drew out the blade from the scabbard upon return. Again, perhaps he really was sincere with his admission of mistake and desire for redemption. Or after the latest beat down he was vividly reminded not to try anything funny for now.

He had just stowed the address and the drugs, some were contraband but he ignored them. It was the toys that made him uncomfortable. Did Toy really wanted that many? And that dildo was just too big, he was having difficulty stuffing it into his saddlebag, without its tip peeking through.

Victoriam, the Church bred horse, released a very excited whinny as Priest saddled up, getting into the stirrups and swinging a leg over. Even his companion was happy to be moving after staying in the Temple stables for so long. And if there's one person excited to return to the Church, it would actually be Victoriam.

"Farewell Mistress, and take care," Priest gave the final and official farewell, then dug his heels in to ride out of the Temple, and into the distance.
 
OOC:
2 Experience in Skill/s Relevant to the Plot Awarded to Sliucha.
2 Experience in Skill/s Relevant to the Plot Awarded to Iori.
1 Material Point Awarded to Iori & Sliucha.

Sliucha has received 1 Alchemy/Necromancy Reagent - an Incubus Finger.
Sliucha has received 1 ridiculously fast horse that is able to travel between northern Carmelyan and Aelyria Prime in the span of an hour. Yes, this was a thing. :-|

Cheers, Maddyn
 
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