The dim underbelly of Ravnica's Tenth District pulsed with the low thrum of distant Rakdos drums and the acrid tang of spilled oil and sweat, the air thick with the glow of flickering mana-lamps casting jagged shadows across crumbling stone walls. Nissa and Chandra stood pressed close in the narrow alley, their bodies still humming with the residual heat of battle-healed wounds, when the two Dimir agents materialized from the gloom like whispers made flesh. "This war left you scarred, but scars are just old chains," one murmured, his voice smooth as velvet over razors, eyes glinting with hypnotic blue sigils. "Let us free you—shed the old selves, embrace the fire and the wild as true rebels." Chandra's red eyes flared with defiant spark, her fingers tightening around Nissa's wrist, while Nissa's earth-toned skin flushed at the promise of liberation; both nodded in unison, the agreement blooming hot and willing between them like a shared secret.

The agents guided them deeper into a hidden sanctum veiled by illusion, where needles hummed and dyes swirled in cauldrons of alchemical ink. Chandra went first, her fiery mane sheared into a towering crimson mohawk, the sides shaved clean to reveal swirling new tattoos of thorny flames and anarchy runes erupting across her back and thighs in vivid oranges and blacks, her nipples pierced with silver studs that caught the light as her leather vest was fitted tight. Nissa followed, her soft green locks transformed into a long, spiky mohawk with shaved sides, ear and nose rings glinting amid fresh piercings, her arms and chest inked with twisted thorny vines and skulls that pulsed with nature's defiant edge. Each pierce and tattoo etched not just flesh but a new bond, the women's gazes locking in raw intensity—their secret love now forged in this punk rebellion, hearts racing as the agents praised their bold surrender.

As the final chains and boots were laced, Chandra pulled Nissa close, their transformed bodies brushing with electric charge, the air heavy with the scent of fresh ink and heated skin. "We're free now," Chandra breathed against her lover's lips, dominance flickering in her eyes even as Nissa yielded with a soft shiver. The agents faded into shadow, leaving the pair to step out reborn, their identities solidifying in the night's electric pulse.

They emerged from the alley's gloom into the Tenth District's thrumming heart, where neon sigils bled across wet cobblestones and the crowd's roar swallowed every secret. Chandra's towering crimson mohawk sliced through the night like a blade, her leather vest gaping to flash the anarchy runes and flame tattoos rippling over her shoulders with each swaggering step; silver nipple studs glinted beneath the open laces, catching stray light as she looped an arm possessively around Nissa's waist. Nissa's spiky green mohawk with its shaved sides caught the wind, thorns and skulls inked across her chest peeking through fishnets, her spiked jacket creaking as she leaned into the touch, green eyes downcast yet burning with the fresh weight of submission. The air reeked of oil, sweat, and roasted meat from vendor stalls, but beneath it all hummed the sharp tang of their new ink, still raw and alive against their skin.

Chandra's voice cut low and commanding as they wove through the throng, her free hand grazing the chain at Nissa's hip with a deliberate tug that made the elf's breath hitch. "Eyes up, pet—let them see what we've become." The words carried an edge of something darker, a private hunger already coiling between them, and Nissa felt it spark hot in her core, her thighs pressing together under ripped pants as the memory of the needles' sting mingled with the promise of later surrender. They paused at a Rakdos fire-pit where performers juggled chains, Chandra's red eyes raking over the crowd with bold challenge while her fingers traced the thorny vine tattoo on Nissa's wrist, pressing just hard enough to remind her who held the reins in the shadows. Nissa's pulse raced, the public mask of equal defiance cracking at the edges; she straightened with a fierce nod, yet the subtle yield in her stance whispered of addiction already forming—the need to drop to her knees once the lights dimmed, to feel Chandra's dominance unravel her completely.

The night's pulse quickened around them, drumbeats vibrating through their boots as they claimed space at the edge of a chanting circle, tattoos on full display like battle standards. Chandra's hand slipped lower, gripping Nissa's ass through the leather with a possessive squeeze that drew a soft gasp, the contact electric and laced with the heat of their transformed bond. Nissa's breath came shallow, her body alive with the dual thrill of visibility and restraint, the kinky edge already tugging at her thoughts—visions of piercings tugged during stolen moments, the sting of Chandra's commands blending with the city's wild energy. Together they stood unbroken, dominant in the crowd's gaze, yet the undercurrent of their private fire burned hotter, drawing them deeper into the night's embrace.

the city's wild energy. Chandra's grip tightened on Nissa's ass, fingers digging into the leather to part her cheeks just enough that the elf felt the cool night air tease her exposed skin through the rips in her pants, her cunt already slick and throbbing with the first stirrings of that fresh addiction. Nissa's thighs clenched involuntarily, pussy lips swelling and parting against the fishnet seams, a hot trickle of wetness soaking through as Chandra leaned in close, mohawk brushing the side of her face like a flame's edge. "Feel that, pet? Your greedy cunt's dripping already, just from me claiming you out here where anyone could see." The words landed low and filthy, and Nissa bit back a moan, green eyes flicking up to meet the crowd's stares while her nipples stiffened against the jacket's spikes, the piercings tugging with every shaky breath.

They pushed deeper into the throng, mohawks cutting proud silhouettes against the neon bleed—Chandra's crimson spike towering and defiant, Nissa's green spikes catching the light like venomous thorns. Tattoos flashed openly as Chandra spun Nissa around for a rough kiss, her tongue plunging in deep while one hand yanked the leather vest aside to thumb a pierced nipple, rolling the silver stud until Nissa's back arched, cunt clenching around nothing and leaking more arousal down her inner thigh. The public display drew whistles from nearby Rakdos revelers, but Chandra only smirked, her red eyes burning with command as she ground her thigh between Nissa's legs, forcing the submissive elf to ride it subtly, the friction dragging over her swollen clit and sending sparks of need shooting through her core. Nissa yielded with a soft whimper, her own hands fisting at her sides instead of reaching out, the addiction blooming hotter—the need to drop and suck Chandra's fingers clean of her own juices, to beg for the stretch of penetration right there amid the drums.

Drumbeats pulsed up through their boots as they claimed a shadowed alcove near the fire-pit, Chandra's palm sliding down to cup Nissa's cunt through the torn fabric, pressing hard against the soaked heat. "Look at you, leaking like a slut for your mistress in front of all these eyes," Chandra growled against her ear, two fingers tracing the outline of her pussy lips before slipping inside the waistband to stroke her bare folds, gathering the slick and smearing it upward over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Nissa's breath hitched into a ragged gasp, her body trembling with the dual thrill of visibility and restraint, thighs parting wider on instinct while her mohawk brushed Chandra's shoulder, the shaved sides prickling with sweat. The kinky hunger surged, visions flashing of later—Chandra's cock-thick strap buried balls-deep in her ass, or perhaps more once they reached the dungeon—yet here in public she only nodded fiercely, the dominant mask holding even as her cunt fluttered and dripped onto Chandra's invading fingers.

The night thickened around them, oil-slick air heavy with sweat and roasting meat as Chandra withdrew her hand only to lift the glistening digits to Nissa's lips, forcing her to suck them clean in plain view. Nissa's tongue swirled obediently over the tangy sweetness of her own arousal, cheeks flushing beneath the piercings while her free hand traced the anarchy runes on Chandra's exposed shoulder, the touch submissive yet proud for the onlookers. "Good girl," Chandra purred, voice laced with sadistic promise, her own nipples hardening visibly against the studded vest as she watched Nissa's throat work. The addiction whispered louder now, Nissa's mind drifting to the sting of clamps on her tits, the slap of flesh, the way Chandra would stretch her holes wide and leave her gaping and cum-slicked, all while the city's pulse urged them onward toward the club's glowing entrance.

They moved as one toward the Rakdos nightclub's pulsing maw, the bass vibrating their bones and the scent of leather and incense drawing them in, Chandra's arm still locked possessively around Nissa's waist. Tattoos and mohawks turned heads as they passed, the couple's public dominance a shield over the private fire—Nissa's cunt aching empty and needy, Chandra's steps carrying the command of one who knew exactly how she'd soon wreck her lover's body. The undercurrent burned, promising the night's deeper embrace where submission would fully unravel.

The pulsing bass of the Rakdos nightclub thrummed through Chandra's boots as she shoved Nissa ahead of her through the sweating crowd, fingers digging hard into the elf's fishnet-clad ass. Neon strobes in violent reds and purples slashed across their mohawks, lighting up Chandra's fiery red spikes and Nissa's bright green ones like twin beacons of rebellion, while their tattoos—flames and anarchy symbols on Chandra's back, thorny vines twisting into skulls on Nissa's chest—glistened with sweat under the low-cut leather. "Look at this pathetic slut," Chandra snarled loud enough for the nearby tables to hear, yanking Nissa's jacket open to expose pierced nipples already stiff from the chill and the crowd's stares. She pinched one hard, twisting until Nissa whimpered, her cunt visibly dampening the crotch of her ripped pants as juices started to soak through. "Beg for it, greenie. Tell everyone how your dripping pussy needs a real cock to stretch it open."

The attention hit like sparks on dry tinder—heads turned, murmurs rippled, and Krag's massive frame emerged from the shadows first, his black mohawk gleaming under the lights as he adjusted the leather harness straining over his broad chest. Thorne followed close, chains clinking against his ritual-tattooed skin, eyes locked on Nissa's exposed tits and the way Chandra's hand was already sliding down to palm her sub's ass cheek, spreading it to flash the tight pucker beneath the fishnets. Nissa moaned openly, pressing back into the touch, her green eyes half-lidded with submissive hunger as Chandra's fingers traced lower, rubbing rough circles over her swollen clit through the fabric until wet, obscene sounds cut through the music. "Fuck, mistress... my cunt's throbbing for you, for anyone you let use it," Nissa gasped, voice cracking as Chandra shoved two fingers inside her without warning, pumping slow and deep to make her walls clench and drip.

Krag's hand clamped onto Chandra's shoulder, pulling her into a rough kiss that tasted of smoke and iron, while Thorne circled behind Nissa to grind his hardening dick against her fishnet-covered thigh. "Private dungeon's open," Krag growled, voice thick with sadistic promise, his free hand already palming Chandra's vest to tweak a pierced nipple. The group surged forward through the writhing bodies, neon still painting their forms as Chandra kept her fingers buried knuckle-deep in Nissa's pulsing cunt, thrusting with deliberate force that made the elf's knees buckle and fresh arousal trickle down her thighs. Every step toward the dungeon door dragged out the public display—wet squelches from Nissa's stretched hole, Chandra's filthy whispers of how she'd watch these men ruin them both, the growing bulges in Krag and Thorne's pants promising the brutal pounding to come.

The dungeon door slammed shut behind them with a heavy thud, sealing the four in a haze of red lantern light and the thick scent of leather, sweat, and arousal. Chandra shoved Nissa down onto the padded bench in the center of the room, yanking her ripped pants the rest of the way off to expose her glistening cunt, the lips puffy and parted around Chandra's still-buried fingers. "Spread those thighs wider, slut," Chandra growled, twisting her wrist to grind her knuckles against Nissa's inner walls while her thumb circled the elf's swollen clit. Nissa's back arched, her green mohawk splaying across the bench as she moaned loud and desperate, fresh slick coating Chandra's hand and dripping onto the floor in sticky strands. Chandra leaned in, biting down on one of Nissa's pierced nipples and tugging the metal ring with her teeth until Nissa cried out, her hips bucking up to chase the rough penetration.

Chandra pulled her fingers free with a wet pop, strings of arousal stretching between them, then reached for the thick double-ended dildo strapped to the nearby rack. She coated it in Nissa's own juices before pressing the flared head against her entrance, forcing it in inch by relentless inch. Nissa's cunt stretched obscenely around the intrusion, the ridges dragging against her sensitive flesh as Chandra worked it deeper, twisting and thrusting until the toy bottomed out against her cervix. "Take it all, greenie—feel how your greedy hole swallows this cock like it was made for it," Chandra snarled, her own pierced nipples brushing against Nissa's chest as she climbed over her. She started pumping the dildo in a brutal rhythm, each thrust making Nissa's walls clench and flutter, her thighs trembling while more arousal gushed out around the shaft to coat her ass and the bench beneath.

Nissa came hard on the first orgasm, her body locking up as her cunt spasmed and squirted around the toy, the wet sounds echoing off the stone walls while she babbled filthy pleas for more. Chandra didn't stop, instead flipping Nissa onto her stomach and reinserting the dildo at a new angle, pounding upward to hammer her g-spot with every stroke. Sweat slicked their tattooed skin—Chandra's flame designs rippling with each flex of muscle, Nissa's thorny vines glistening as her ass cheeks jiggled from the force. Chandra reached around to pinch and twist Nissa's clit, her other hand fisting the elf's green mohawk to yank her head back. "Cum again, you pierced little whore—show me how that pussy squirts for its mistress." Nissa shattered a second time, then a third, her screams turning raw as multiple climaxes ripped through her, each one leaving her cunt pulsing and dripping heavier streams of cum down her legs.

Chandra pulled the soaked dildo free and replaced it with her own fist, sinking four fingers deep before tucking her thumb and pushing her whole hand inside Nissa's stretched hole. The elf's walls rippled and clamped around the intrusion, her belly bulging slightly with the fullness as Chandra fisted her slow and deliberate, grinding her knuckles against every sensitive spot. Nissa sobbed in ecstasy, her fishnet stockings torn further by Chandra's free hand clawing at her thighs, fresh piercings in her ears and nose catching the light with every shake of her head. "Mistress, please—ruin my cunt, fill me until I can't think," she gasped, pushing back to take the fist even deeper while her own fingers clawed at Chandra's leather vest.

The two men finally stepped fully into the scene, Krag shedding his harness to free his thick cock, already leaking precum, while Thorne's chains rattled as he stroked his own hardening length. Chandra looked up with a wicked grin, her hand still buried wrist-deep in Nissa's dripping pussy, and nodded toward the bench. "Watch how she takes it first—then you can both fuck her raw while I sit on her face."

Krag stepped forward first, his muscular frame looming over the bench as he gripped the base of his thick cock, the veined shaft pulsing with a bead of precum that he smeared across the flared head before pressing it against Nissa's stretched cunt lips, still wrapped tight around Chandra's buried fist. "Open wider for me, green slut," he growled, his demonic tattoos flexing as he angled himself to push the blunt tip right alongside Chandra's wrist, forcing Nissa's already gaping hole to stretch even more obscenely around the dual intrusion. The elf whimpered and bucked, her fishnet-clad thighs quivering as the combined girth filled her beyond capacity, the wet squelch of her juices mixing with the slap of flesh while Chandra slowly withdrew her hand just enough to let Krag's cock sink in deeper, his balls resting heavy against Nissa's ass as he bottomed out with a savage thrust that made her pierced tits bounce and her mohawk whip side to side. Thorne moved in from the other side, rattling his chains as he climbed onto the bench and straddled Nissa's face, his own rigid dick slapping against her cheek before he shoved it past her parted lips, the salty taste of his precum flooding her tongue as she gagged and sucked instinctively, her green eyes watering while he gripped her spiked leather collar and started fucking her throat in shallow, relentless strokes.

Chandra climbed up to straddle Nissa's chest, peeling off her studded vest to let her own pierced nipples brush the elf's sweat-slick skin as she ground her dripping pussy down onto Nissa's face right beside Thorne's thrusting cock. "Lick me while you choke on that dick, you filthy whore," Chandra demanded, her voice husky with command as she rocked her hips, smearing her slick folds across Nissa's nose and mouth, the musky aroma of her arousal blending with the dungeon's leather and sweat. Nissa's tongue darted out desperately, lapping at Chandra's swollen clit even as Thorne's balls slapped her chin and Krag hammered into her cunt from below, his thick cock pounding against her cervix with bruising force that sent ripples through her belly and fresh gushes of squirt erupting around his shaft to soak the bench. The wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed louder—Krag's heavy grunts mixing with Thorne's chains clinking and Nissa's muffled moans vibrating around the cock in her throat—while Chandra reached back to spread her own ass cheeks, inviting Thorne's free hand to finger her puckered hole as the group synchronized their movements into a brutal, shared rhythm.

Krag's hands clamped onto Nissa's hips, his piercings glinting as he pulled her down onto his cock harder, twisting her body slightly so Thorne could yank his dick free from her mouth and reposition to slam into her now-vacant throat from a new angle, the elf's spit coating his length in shiny strands that dripped onto her tattooed chest. Chandra leaned forward, her flame tattoos rippling as she seized Krag's mohawk and pulled him into a rough kiss, their tongues battling while her free hand reached down to rub Nissa's exposed

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