[Toxigen]

Neriak Third Gate, Nexii's Quarters

The female drow tapped her White Dragonscale Boots on the floor by the bed. Nexii had been waiting several hours for Sirken to return to Neriak. A single knock on the door brought the tapping to an end.

"You're late." She stated as he arrived at the doorway. She watched him gasp for air, nearly out of breath.

"I had a lot of petitions to answer-" The green-gold plated GM replied.

"Silence! I don't want to hear your excuses. That's what Menden and Braknar are for. Also, I caught you streaming again today! Meanwhile I've been here alone all day, with nothing to do. Ever since these quakes, all I do is sit around idle six days a week." The priestess ranted and flamed.

"We could do what we always do." Sirken shrugged with his trademark indifference.
"Fine then. Talk dirty to me." Nexii relented. The evil cleric had a twisted grin on her face that belied her true nature. As a follower of Innoruuk, she loved to rustle others. Sirken was no exception to her torments.

"Fuck me Miss Nexii. Your warm healing makes me so hot." Sirken began to disrobe, taking off his plate armor piece by piece. But to his dismay, he saw Nexii sitting on the bed, refusing to do the same. He felt disappointment when she nodded her head sideways at him in disapproval.

"No, not that kind of dirty. Speak evil things to me." She had brandished a whip in her hand, which she toyed with. She allowed the server admin to take the next step.
"I instituted a new raid rule today. Two, actually." Sirken replied.

Almost instantly, Nexii felt a tingle running down from her spine and to her nether regions. She loved it when he imposed his will on the populace. Secretly she longed for this sort of power herself, but none of the responsibility that came with it.
"Oh? T-t-tell me more." Nexii felt flustered at Sirken's announcement.

"No more Amulet of Necropotence in Temple of Veeshan, and no more leaving corpses around." Sirken replied. "I came up with it on the fly, what do you think?"
"Mmm, that's so hot. All those players who spent 300k platinum on AoNs won't be allowed to show it off. The price will crash too. And players will be paranoid to leave any corpses around. I'm sure a few will accidentally loot and lose their experience." The thought of other raiders suffering aroused Nexii. Her dark toned cheeks turned flush and red.

Sirken picked up on this, and sat on the bed next to Nexii. He leaned against her and
whispered in her ear: "I'm not even going to document these new raid rules."
Nexii breathed out heavily. The lust she felt was clear as her D-cup breasts rose and fell. Nothing was better than the thought of new players being completely lost to the Kafkaesque set of rules that Sirken had devised. She imagined lengthy Teamspeak conversations and future punishments, and other sadistic outcomes as her eyelids flickered. It took her a moment to compose herself.

"You've been a bad GM and you deserve to be punished severely."
Before Sirken could use his powers to put her down like Getsome, she had him pinned and handcuffed face-down on the bed. She strapped a black strapon around her waist and lubed it up. The size of the strapon put almost any dark elf's to shame, being 12 inches in length.

"You're going to take this for me. I had it made in the likeness of Rogean. I'm sure you'll enjoy that fact in some way." Nexii stated. She grabbed Sirken around the waist and then shoved the whole length in one powerful thrust to start.
"Hnnn! You can't do this! I'm the server admin!" Sirken protested as his dark asshole was reamed, over and over.

"Please. Or what? You'll ban me? It's 2017, no one believes males in power any more. It's my word and the cuck's against yours." She knew Sadiki would be watching from somewhere, as he always managed to do. His voyeurism was an impressive skill if only his literary prowess could someday match it.

Sirken moaned as he was worked over. Try as he might, he was powerless for once and had to take it. He figured that in some odd way, his relationship with Nexii wasn't all that different from the rest of the server. An endless power struggle. He flopped face-down onto the bed and gave less resistance.

"Good boy. Now say it." Nexii glowered, and grinned. The command was more humiliating than the act that she'd put him through.

Sirken whimpered. The Rogean-shaped dildo was bringing him closer each time it pounded against his prostate. He brought himself to reply.

"I...I concede Nexii." He wailed, right as he came on the bed in a torrent of pent-up dark elf seed.

"Yes, and you'll concede the next two orgasms. And now, you'll serve your suspension." Nexii fastened restraints to each of his limbs, each of which in turn were affixed to the ceiling. She pulled on a chain which elevated him into the air above the bed. A gag brought his complaints to an end as she finished her explanation.
"I think I'll double your suspension time above the bed. Since you made such a mess of this encounter and were more whiny than usual." Nexii stated.

Another knock at the door was heard, as if on cue. It was a massive ogre, nearly naked aside from a towel-sized loincloth that hid what he was packing. Feeling his innate GM power she knew it could only be Cylock.

"Mmm, hey there big boy. Care to show me why they call you 'The Brute'?” The cleric grinned as she felt up his impressive sized body. Her fun had just started for the night.