Part 5
Chapter 22: After the Orgasm
Ellie lay curled up by the wall to the garden allowing her body to recover from the orgasm she’d just given herself. It had felt wonderful, a truly earth-shattering experience that had easily eclipsed the pleasure she’d taken from being chained up and used by the half-orcs the day before. She thought she should be exhausted from the intensity but the dwindling pleasure in her body simply made her want more. She could, she realised, give pleasure to herself but her body told her she wanted something else, someone else. It was hard to tell but she thought the intensity of the sexual climax had probably as much to do with XPs as the need that had built up inside her; the quickening too had perhaps played a part. Honey’s body had clearly responded to what the redhead had done to her and it was, therefore, Honey that had the desire to hammer on the gate beside her and beg to be let back in.
She wondered briefly if sexual fetishes were hereditary; could it be that she, Ellie, had inherited a submissive tendency from her mother?
She tried to drive the thought from her mind as, unsteadily, she climbed to her feet; naked still save the elf-silk shoulder briefs. Her body was dusty, grimy; especially between her legs where the sand and dust had stuck to her damp skin. Oddly, this made her smile, reminding her that the redhead’s juices still crusted on her face.
‘I must look a mess,’ she said to herself, a steadying hand on the wall beside her.
She looked again at the busy street crossing the end of the deserted road in which she stood and walked towards it.
The Cleric was still there but, presumably as she was clothed he ignored her when she cranked the handle of the pump over the trough, took a long drink and began to wash herself down. Then, she looked around herself. The market was busier than it had been earlier, blue robed Merchants, armoured Warriors, robed Mages, a man dressed In colourful silks with a lute on his back who must have been a Bard and others moved among the stalls.
She really needed to practice her Thief skills. She really needed to go back to the tavern with more than a pair of silk shoulder briefs to her name. She hoped Battle Babe wouldn’t complain too much about the loss of her dagger.
She watched a Merchant, similar to the one she’d successfully robbed that morning; like her first victim, he had a fat purse on show on his belt. She was about to follow him, aware that she was far from blending in, when she noticed a man in rather new looking leather armour approach him and bump into him. That the armoured man was robbing him was obvious but the Merchant didn’t seem to notice.
Ellie shrugged. She couldn’t be the only Thief, she supposed. She looked around for another victim.
There was another Merchant just the same and suddenly, there was a shifty looking man in a padded doublet.
Looking around she saw others. The market was clearly a training ground for thieves. If she wanted to practice, she was going to have to compete for a target and, as she looked around more, she began to wonder if it was really worth it. The Merchant that morning had carried no more than a few copper pieces, not even enough to buy the peasant dress; she’d had to throw the Kristal’s robe into the Bargain.
Trying to rob the Warrior had been a mistake but there must be others out there who would be vulnerable to her skills. There had to be a formula at work, attempt too much and she’d most likely fail but there must be an optimal point, a balance of probabilities that would work in her favour. This was, after all, Ellie’s area of expertise: maths and statistics.
A very rich looking Merchant passed her, probably too high a Level.
Perhaps she should try for revenge on the Cleric; too much of a risk.
Then she spotted a Mage standing beside a fruit stall. He might be distracted and probably wouldn’t be too attuned to his surroundings; Mages surely liked to distance themselves from mundane worldly concerns as they studied their magical tomes. Smiling, she walked towards him, standing close and peering at the piles of fresh fruit on the stall. Then, sidling up to him, she slipped a hand into the pocket of his robe feeling for his purse.
‘I was just looking for a juicy pear,’ a voice said, ‘and I find I’m spoiled for choice.’
She looked up, pulling her hand back along with a small felt bag, realising suddenly that it was the Mage from the night before.
‘Caliban.’ She forced a smile. ‘We meet again.’
‘Seductress.’ He inclined his head, his eyes dropping to her breasts. ‘An unexpected pleasure.’
‘Indeed.’ Ellie felt trapped. She had his purse in her hand but she’d nowhere to hide it.
The thought of probabilities leapt into her mind again; he clearly fancied her.
‘It really is good to see you again,’ she said, her voice dropping, ‘soooo nice to have a friend in a strange place don’t you think.’
She saw his look of suspicion; his gaze came up to her eyes but then he looked down again at her breasts.
‘Perhaps I could tempt you to a couple of melons.’ Ellie pushed out her chest.
‘I am 4th Level, you know,’ he said calmly, clearly realising what she was up to.
‘That’s no reason to miss out on a bit of fun.’ She stepped toward him, on impulse, picking up a plump peach and, after rubbing it on her breasts, bit into it, letting the juice run down her chin and holding it so it dripped onto her breasts.
‘Tempting.’ He looked at her with the kind of expression she’d hoped for.
‘Oi!’ The fruit seller shouted, interrupting the moment and breaking any chance of a successful Seduction.
Ellie turned to glare at her. She was pretty, her face thin, elfin but not elven; her dark hair short; her breasts small and neat under a tight leather halter top.
‘I hope you’re going to pay for that.’
Ellie smiled. ‘I’ll give you a kiss for it if you’re lucky.’ Her voice came out deep, husky, seductive.
‘Ok.’ The trader’s eyes widened, then she looked down smiling shyly and Ellie stepped around the stall, a tingle between her legs that was mostly related to the XPs she’d just received.
The stallholder kissed well, firm lips; surprisingly eager and Ellie thought she might get used to kissing girls, here at least.
‘Can I offer you anything else?’ the trader asked, her body still pressed against Ellie’s.
‘Maybe later,’ Ellie said, ‘my boyfriend is waiting.’
She glanced at Caliban who had been watching them and saw his look of surprise.
‘Come along, dear.’ She walked around the stall and took the Mage’s arm. ‘I recall you were going to buy me a drink.’
‘Why are we in a hurry?’ he asked as she walked quickly.
‘I’ve just robbed her.’
‘You’ve…?!’ he chuckled.
‘Shhh!’ she hissed, ‘Seductresses get Thief skills at Level 1. I’m here to practice.’
‘I see,’ he smiled.
He walked slowly, she noticed almost as if it was an effort to put one foot in front of the other.
‘Wait.’ She pulled him to a stop and turned to look at the wares of a leather goods stall feeling the urge to finger the restraints that lay before her. There were some bags hanging along the back.
‘And now you are going to spend your ill-gotten gains?’
‘As you may have noticed, I don’t have any pockets.’ She was holding the trader’s coins in one hand and Caliban’s purse in the other.
‘It never does to over extend yourself,’ he said.
‘Yeah! Whatever.’
‘Perhaps you should return my purse in my pocket,’ he suggested.
She spun around to look at him.
‘It would give you a free hand.’ He laughed again. ’I told you, I’m 4th Level. I’ve been around and you’re not the first Thief to try their luck.'
He held out his hand.
Ellie rolled her eyes and handed him his purse.
‘Thank you.’ He smiled. ‘Shall we go for that drink?’
‘I think I probably need one.’
Ellie chose a satchel; it seemed to fit with her persona and as the stallholder demonstrated a studded leather collar to a pretty elf Warrior, she hoisted it over her shoulder, settled the strap between her breasts and followed him towards a market stall where two chained slave girls, a Kristal and a dark haired Jewell served them leather mugs of ale.
‘How did you know…’ he asked, ‘that the stall holder was…interested in girls.’
It was Ellie’s turn to be all knowing. ’A girl knows these things.’
It had, Ellie thought, been obvious.
‘Though not so obvious last night?’ he said.
‘What?’
‘Felix. It clearly wasn’t obvious to you that he and our Thief are an item. It’s why he wasn’t interested in you.’
‘Oh.’ She smiled and took a drink. ‘I have levelled up since then.’
‘You will notice that as you progress things become…clearer. The AI is designed to show you things that your character might notice. Otherwise it would take a long time to progress in your chosen class.’
‘I saw it today when I came into the square this afternoon; targets…’
They took a drink together.
Chapter 23: Frank Exchanges
‘So why did you choose to be a Seductress?’
‘I was going to be a Mage,’ she said, ‘but when my stats came up Seductress flashed up as a suggestion and... Well, it kind of looked like an opportunity. I mean what’s the point of coming into VR if you don’t push the boundaries.’
‘And you didn’t think manipulating matter and energy was exciting enough?’ He chuckled again. His laugh was rich and deep and, now that he seemed more relaxed around her, very genuine.
‘This is pretty good too.’ She gestured to her body. ‘My real body doesn’t look anything like this and, at the moment, I’m quite enjoying the attention…mostly.’ She paused and laughed herself. ‘And the sex is pretty good.’
He laughed again. ‘I’m sure it is.’ His eyes roved over her body again.
They took another drink.
‘And you?’ Ellie asked leaning forward, the alcohol starting its work on her brain. ‘Do you share Felix’s tastes?’
Caliban frowned and leaned back. ‘What do you think?’
‘You’ve been ogling my tits since we met so I’m guessing you’re a card carrying red blooded male.’
‘Perhaps.’
‘Perhaps?’ She looked at him. ‘You’re a Mage, a wizard who learns spells, not a Sorcerer. That makes you someone who likes attention to detail. You wanted to do magic and you enjoy spell casting. You’re a higher level than the rest of your party which is unusual because magic users progress more slowly so that means you’ve joined their party to give it some magical support.’
She saw him begin to smile.
‘You clearly find me attractive and want to have sex with me but unlike every other character I’ve met in this world so far, you haven’t used your superior skills to tie me up and have your wicked way with me.’
‘And what do you conclude from that?’
‘That you struggle with human interaction.’ She looked at him. ‘That you’re shy or maybe you don’t get out much.’
‘Perhaps I’m a lesbian who likes well endowed young girls.’
‘I don’t think so.’ She studied him.
He was handsome, probably, she thought, made more so by his manner, and by voice.
‘Caliban!’ She said suddenly, realisation dawning. ‘Not Prospero. The way you walk is odd. You’re…’ She fumbled for the right word but before it came, something caught her attention. She held up a hand, standing quickly, feeling the effects of the alcohol and building on it.
The woman coming towards her had to be a Slaver, a rich one too judging by her clothing and jewellery and by the beauty of the slave who trailed behind her on a leash; the woman’s avatar had to be a custom; flame red hair, and striking blue eyes; her skin was fair, almost milk white, her body slim, toned, breasts firm, large though not as big as Honey’s. She wore a blue silk bustier trimmed with gold that fitted tightly across her breasts, fine enough to reveal her firm nipples and a cage skirt over shiny blue knee boots; there was a heavy gold torc around her neck and earrings of lapis lazuli and gold dangling from her ears. He slave was just as exquisite, blue skinned, not custom but a rare ‘Lapiz’; she had a middle eastern look, Arabic or north African; dark blue hair a wide nose with a ring hanging from the septum by which she was lead; her lips were full, sensuous; pouting like her gold ringed nipples; another gold ring glinted in her sex; she was restrained with her arms behind her back, a tight leather sheath, shiny blue leather with gold buckles and walked in toe boots, her ankles hobbled by a short chain.
‘How dare you.’ Ellie shouted looking at Caliban.
She staggered towards the woman forcing her to stop in front of her.
‘Do you know what he did, sister.’ Ellie said, pointing accusingly at Caliban.
‘Out of my way!’ The slaver demanded.
‘I’ll tell you what he did.’ Ellie leaned toward her slurring her words and slid an arm around her. ‘I’ll whisper it to you.’
‘He…’ She clung to the Slaver pointing at Caliban who was rising from his seat.
‘Leave me alone,’ the Slaver said. ‘I have Business to attend to.’
‘Honey…’ Caliban said, ‘perhaps you’ve had a little too much ale.’ He took a step towards her.
‘Leave me alone.’ Ellie stepped away pulling the woman with her as if trying to keep her between herself and the Mage.
The woman turned trying to shake Ellie off. ‘What have you done, Mage?’ Her hand went to her dagger and Caliban held up his hands. ‘Will you get off me!’ She demanded of Ellie.
‘Fine!’ Ellie stepped away. ‘If you don’t want to help me.’
‘Whatever trouble you are in, your Business is your own,’ the woman said, straightening and turning to her slave. ‘Come.’ She jerked on the leash to the Lapis’ nose ring and the slavegirl followed her.
Ellie returned to her seat.
‘You just robbed her didn’t you?’ Caliban said quietly, ‘wasn’t that a risk?’
Ellie grinned. ‘What’s the point of being here if you don’t take risks.’ She said looking at him. ‘Anyway, we were talking about you.’
‘Perhaps I’d rather talk about you,’ he said.
‘Do you mean you’d rather fuck me?’ she challenged him.
She saw his expression change, he looked hurt.
‘Sorry,’ she said quickly, ‘but I can see it in your eyes. Despite the avatars we choose I don’t think we can’t hide our true nature completely. Is that a character trait or can everyone do it?’ She may have been faking drunkenness before but the ale was making her more outspoken and had certainly contributed to her robbery. ‘Back there…’ She waved her hands towards the side street into which she’d emerged from the walled garden. ‘Back there, I was…well, I was using my abilities and I realised I knew what…I was expected to do and I think that was because I had some insight that the woman who was…well doing what she was doing to me was actually a man with a female avatar.’
She paused.
‘So why haven’t I asked you for sex?’ he asked.
‘You still harbour a fear of rejection, you're cautious, caring.’
‘Perhaps I’m just Lawful Good.’
‘You didn’t turn me in when I took your purse. You are pretty Lawful though. And moral. And over cautious.’
‘And you are clearly quite reckless.’
‘You’re judgemental too!’ she said, ‘I think that’s really why you haven’t acted. You see me as a whore and that’s a line you won’t cross, not even here in Fantasia X. It’s in the name too; Caliban, Prospero’s crippled servant. You haven’t quite escaped it.’
‘You are a lot more interesting than I expected,’ Caliban said, his deep voice carrying his appreciation of her talents.
‘Thank you,’ she smiled at him genuinely.
‘Mages observe too,’ he said, smiling back. ‘We’re rarely directly involved in combat, we stand, we watch, we intervene at the right moment.’ He nodded to her. ‘I have to confess, I misjudged you last night.’
‘So shall we go back to the Tavern for some rampant make-up sex?’
He looked back at her seriously. ‘Because you pity me?’
‘No!’ Ellie was genuinely shocked, ‘because I like you,’ she grinned. ‘Besides, Seductresses get XPs for having sex.’
‘So your offer is a selfish one?’
Ellie rolled her eyes. ‘I’ll wear these.’ She held up the Slaver’s earrings.
‘They are very beautiful.’ He smiled. ‘As are you.’
There was a slight flush in his cheeks.
Ellie smiled, genuinely. ’So…sex?’ She lifted the ale and emptied the mug then started to rise.
‘No.’
‘I could Seduce you.’ Ellie sat again.
‘I doubt it. I am Level 4 remember and it didn’t work before,’ he said. ‘Besides, you’ve used your Seduction today. On that stallholder.’
‘I still have my Persuasion,’ she said then looked away. Goldie had just appeared in the square, the setting sun lighting her as if she were moving on a stage, the effect of her presence was just as it had been the night before in the bar, a sudden silence in the square, heads turning, eyes watching her.
Today the blonde Seductress was dressed in what Ellie thought of as late thirties steam-punk chic, the revival of an earlier movement that her mother had talked about; a tight tan corset over a low cut red dress with a frilled sleeves; the skirt of the dress was asymmetrical allowing a flash of thigh on the right above thigh-high leather boots with five inch heels; once again, her hair was artfully piled on her head, held in place by gold combs and pins though a fascinator clung to the side of her tresses and its feather bobbed as she walked. She carried a sword stick and Ellie could see a dagger tucked into a garter around her thigh. The combination was somehow elegant and edgy, the bodice of the dress displaying a cleavage that, though smaller than Honey's, was enticing and the corset providing a gentle curve to her waist that emphasised both the bosom and her bottom.
‘Honey?’ Caliban said but his voice seemed distant.
‘I’ll catch you later.’ Ellie stood realising as she rose that the ale had been strong or perhaps it was related to her otherwise empty stomach. She swayed slightly then lurched off towards the other Seductress.
Amanda and Luci stood side by side on the beach. Somehow Luci had not gotten around to untying Amanda’s wrists and she completed the afternoon’s training with her hands tied behind her back.
‘They’re beautiful here if you catch them from the right spot.’ Luci said. It was sunset, the sky darkening, as red and orange fire danced at the horizon.
‘What?’ Amanda looked around. She’d been staring at it too wondering how long it was since she’d simply sat and watched a sunset. ‘Yes, beautiful.’ She’d also been thinking how nice it would be to lie on the sand beside Luci and watch it some more. Perhaps one thing might lead to another in such a beautiful setting. She shook her head and gathered her thoughts. ’I suppose it’s time to swim back?’ she said rather sadly, sorry that her day with Luci had come to an end. ‘But as much as I like being like this you will have to untie me.’
‘I wasn’t planning to go back yet.’
Amanda smiled to herself.
‘You have forfeits to pay.’
‘Forfeits?’ Amanda was surprised.
‘Well, I have spent the day giving you my undivided attention.’
‘Isn’t that your job?’
‘Perhaps,’ Luci said, ‘but I also rescued you from the spiders.’
‘True.’ Amanda felt a rush of anxiety at the thought.
‘And it is customary here to give a tip for a service well rendered,’ Luci said with a smile, ‘and quite frankly you’ve been ogling my body all day and are clearly totally hot for me.’
‘I…’ Amanda started to protest.
‘You said yourself, you enjoy being tied up,’ Luci said, ‘you’re gagging for it.’ She pointed an amusing finger. ‘Your nipples are standing out like bullets and I smell your pussy from here.’
Amanda stared at her wide-eyed then blushed furiously.
‘So be a good little sub and get down on your knees.’
‘And if I refuse?’ Amanda took a step forward.
‘Your hands are tied and I like rough sex.’
‘Do you expect this of all your students?’
‘Pretty much.’
Amanda looked at her. The desire to drop to her knees and give Luci pleasure even if she wasn’t the real Luciana Luscious was almost overwhelming but somehow she couldn’t end this afternoon by passively dropping to her knees and giving this woman a good tongue lashing like every Adventuress before her.
Ducking her shoulder Amanda lunged forward catching Luci by surprise and knocking her backwards; rushing forward, she was on her again tripping her and sending them tumbling in a tangle of legs as she pulled frantically at her bonds. For a moment, Luci lay winded with Amanda on top of her.
‘Maybe it’s not me that’s going down,’ Amanda said, ‘maybe it’s you that’s going to lick my pussy.’ She wriggled working her way up Luci’s body pulling on her bonds, certain she could break free, if only she could pull off another Feat of Strength.
‘Well.’ Luci gasped. ‘I didn’t expect that.’
‘Almost worthy of an Adventuress?’
‘Almost.’ Luci laughed. ‘Except you’ve forgotten one thing.’
‘What?’
‘The ‘Feat of Strength’ only works once per day at Level 1.’
Amanda sighed. ‘I tried.’
‘You certainly did.’ Luci rolled her over, pinning her down. ‘And now you’ve got an extra forfeit which means I’m going to spank you.’
‘You’re punishing me for showing initiative?’ Amanda said.
Luci’s face was close to hers and he could feel the other’s breath. For a moment she thought, hoped Luci might kiss her.
‘No I’m spanking you as a reward for your initiative and because it’s obvious you want it,’ Luci said, turning her over and pulling her across her knees as she knelt in the sand.
Luci’s hand fell on her bottom with a slap and Amanda wriggled in delight.
‘I hope it’s going to be better than that.’ Amanda was panting with excitement, her heart thumping. Luci had been right, Amanda really wanted to be spanked.
Luci struck her again, harder, the sound of the slap loud in the quiet of the evening.
‘Much better.’
Chapter 24: The Brothel
As she crossed the square, Ellie was confronted by another Merchant; one of the slow moving ones with an obvious purse. Behind him she spotted a young woman in a leather doublet. It was obvious to her that the woman was a Thief and was about to rob the Merchant and she watched the woman deliberately bumped into him, noticing her hand close around the purse and lift it. The Thief stopped as the Merchant walked off brushing down his robes. Ellie took her chance.
Stepping up behind the Thief she drew the woman’s dagger and, holding the Thief’s arm pushed the point of the dagger against her side.
‘Hand it over,’ she said quietly.
The woman started to object.
‘Don’t make me call the watch, Thief!’ she hissed quietly,‘unless you like the idea of a night in the pillory.’
The Thief sighed and passed Ellie the purse. ‘You’ll pay for this,’ she hissed angrily.
‘No, I won’t,’ Ellie said, her voice perfectly reasonable. ‘Why don’t you just find another victim.’
‘Ok,’ the Thief shrugged. ‘I’ll find another victim.’ She walked away.
Ellie felt the tingle of Experience from the theft and the Persuasion as she slid the purse and the dagger into her satchel.
She watched Goldie for some time, moving among the stalls of the market . She noticed some time at the leather stall where Ellie had stolen her new satchel. The sun was disappearing behind the buildings of HomeTown as the blonde Seductress left the square, setting off down a side street. Ellie began to follow but as she did so glanced round and saw Caliban. She was surprised to see he was talking to Battle Babe. She frowned then followed Goldie past a tavern, a seedier one by the look of it than the one on the square or the one where the Party were staying, the sort of place that would have even more dark corners and secret meetings than the Saucy Adventuress. The clientele outside, mostly leaning against the wall drinking their ale and smoking pipes, looked as if they had been up to no good or, more likely, were preparing for a night of being up to no good. She felt eyes watching her, measuring her, perhaps for a collar and manacles, perhaps looking to drag her into an alley for more than just a robbery. She thought of the Warrior who she had tried to rob in the morning and the revenge he had extracted on her, reliving the taste of him in her mouth and grimacing even as she told herself it didn’t matter and this wasn’t real, just a game, a break from reality.
She looked up to see Goldie turn to the side, disappearing into an alleyway and looked around quickly before following her.
And there it was, a doorway, a red lantern burning beside it and, over the door a tinted sign, a rose with its exaggerated thorns and a drop of blood turning to a heart shape, the gif the game used to represent Seductresses. An Amber stood outside, the redheaded slave model, dressed in a chastity belt and a slave collar. Ambers certainly were more voluptuous than the slender Kristals and buxom Jewells. The slave was chained to the doorway, her arms were cuffed above her head. She was wearing a chastity belt.
‘I hope you’ve been a good girl.’ Goldie toyed with the Amber’s right nipple.
‘Of course, Mistress,’ the slave purred. ‘There are six clients inside. If you unchain me I could go and see to their needs.’
‘I recall you’re being punished.’ Goldie pinched the girl’s nipple.
‘It’s not fair, Mistress,’ the redhead pouted. ‘Kristal started it.’
‘And Kristal’s being punished too.’ Goldie’s other hand tapped the chastity belt. ‘You can keep this on for the next week if you like.’
‘No, please, Mistress,’ the Amber’s distress sounded genuine. ‘I’ve only had three nipple orgasms all day.’ She dropped her voice. ‘I really need to cum properly, Mistress, please.’
‘Another hour on the door.’ Goldie said. ‘And I’ll let you spread your legs for your Wizard friend.’
‘He’s a Mage, Mistress.’
‘And there you go again, letting your mouth get you into trouble.’
‘Sorry, Mistress,’ the Amber looked down, her voice contrite.
‘And you can come out of the shadows.’ Goldie said loudly, turning suddenly towards the spot where Ellie stood.
Unwillingly, Ellie took a step forward as the Persuasion gripped her.
‘You’re running a brothel.’ Ellie whispered.
‘What else would a Seductress invest her money in.’
‘How did you…’
‘Know you were following me.’ A smile played on those perfect red lips. ‘Dressed like that?’
Ellie looked down at her avatar, her body that just screamed ‘look at me’ in the tiny white shoulder briefs of elf-silk, the shiny pink boots.
‘Oh, yeah…’ She felt embarrassed.
‘You’ll get better at following people undetected as you progress. Which reminds me, you have been a little overt in your actions today.’
‘I was told to practice.’
‘Indeed. I’m just saying that such overt…performances might bring consequences.’
‘Oh.’
‘But then if you’re going to be a successful Seductress, being ostentatious isn’t a bad thing.’ The woman smiled beautifully, her face, her eyes and her lips contriving to create a moment of almost sublime beauty and Ellie felt a strong desire to please her. ‘Shall we go inside and discuss it in comfort?’ the woman said.
Goldie gave the Amber’s breast one final squeeze and stepped past her into the brothel.
Ellie followed, unable to resist raising a hand to squeeze the Amber’s breast too, as the slave watched her lasciviously.
Beyond the door was a dim passageway with a tiled floor and stone walls; curtains hung along each side at regular intervals. As they entered, Ellie was struck by the smell of warm bodies and sex hidden behind a floral scent.
‘Amber’s been doing a good job.’ Goldie said, removing her cloak and hanging it on an old fashioned coat stand. ‘We’re nearly full.
‘Good afternoon, Mistress.’ Another slave, a buxom dark haired Jewell wearing nothing but a collar and ankle high black leather toe boots emerged from behind the first curtain. She carried, Ellie saw, a riding crop. Elle noticed immediately that the slave’s nipples were erect and her chest flushed.
‘I take it your buxom blonde friend returned from her adventures?’ Goldie asked the Jewell.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘She might be a friend but make sure you charge her fully for your services.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ The Jewell slipped back through the curtain and Goldie held it aside with her sword stick to peer into the room beyond. Ellie glimpsed a small square chamber with timber walls and a bare earth floor. In the centre of the room, a woman, the Jewell’s blonde friend no doubt, balanced in an odd half standing, half squatting posture. Her body reminded Ellie of the avatar her mother had chosen with broad shoulders and an athletic profile; this one’s breasts even larger than the two extra sizes Ellie had given her mother for their adventure. Ellie’s immediate impression was that this woman’s character was that of an Adventuress like her mother’s; it seemed to radiate determination; her stance, legs trembling and lips drawn tightly back around the large ball gag in her mouth although perhaps any woman put in this predicament might be forced to show some determination. The costume wasn’t the tan skins and leather her mother had chosen; but the tight red bodice that was probably best described as a corset made of what looked like PVC that pinched her waist and lifted her large heavy breasts and the thigh high black patent leather boots that shouldn’t have suited any other class save a Seductress. Above the corset, the woman wore a black patent leather bra that was essentially two triangles of straps that outlined her breasts; her thong was similar, a belt around the waist and two straps that disappeared in a V between her thighs.
Her predicament was obvious and, Ellie thought with a tingle that had nothing to do with Experience, quite delicious. The blonde’s arms were stretched out to the sides, loops of rope around her wrists and her ankles were held about three feet apart by a spreader bar locked in place with steel cuffs. The ball gag was mounted on a harness that was chained to the ceiling above her and there was a chain clipped to a genital piercing attached to the floor ensuring she was unable to rise from her squatting stance. She was balanced over an angled steel pole which clearly entered her anus and was obviously part of the reason she could not move. Her predicament was completed by weights hanging on strings over a bar in front of her which were clipped to her nipple rings. As she watched, Ellie saw the Jewell duck under one of the ropes tied to the woman’s wrists and walk behind her then strike her on the buttocks with her crop, the sound of the leather striking the woman’s bottom loud in the small room. A bead of saliva ran down the blonde’s chin and dripped onto her breasts and her legs quivered.
‘Bloody Adventuresses.’ Goldie said letting the curtain fall back. ‘So demanding and this one always demands personal services from my Jewell,’ the Seductress shrugged. ‘Still, it pays the rent and if she wants to go off risking life and limb to find treasure that she spends in my brothel then I’m not complaining.’
Before the next alcove was a Kristal, chained almost identically to the Amber on the door with her hands above her head. As often seemed to be the case with Kristals she was partially clothed, black knickers and stockings and, in this case, opera gloves. She had clamps on her nipples which were attached to the ends of a steel bit gag.
‘This is the one that was playing with my Amber,’ Goldie informed Ellie. ‘To be fair it wasn’t Amber’s fault…she was in bondage and they are programmed to respond to a pussy or pretty much anything else put in front of their mouths.’ Goldie teased the helpless blonde’s nipples. ‘We have similar coding too, you and I.’ She looked at Ellie. ‘Have you noticed yet that you can’t stop yourself when given the opportunity for sex. I don’t know if you're gay or straight or whatever in the real but I bet you’ve looked at both sexes since you’ve been here. Maybe you’re bi anyway.’ She squeezed the Kristal’s breast. ‘All standard slave models have crazy libidos settings too and, obviously, most of them are coded to enjoy bondage too. I assume you’ve felt the need to be tied.’
Ellie opened her mouth to speak but Goldie continued.
‘I can see you have.’
‘How…?’
‘BDSM is the commonest kink among us.’ Goldie said. ‘The original coders were men with a bondage fetish. It pervades Fantasia X. It's mostly concentrated in Thoth but there’s plenty here in HomeTown. At lower levels you’ll find you’re drawn to submission but as you get to a higher level, domination can surface.’ She winked. ‘Though not always.’
Ellie recalled the Adventuress she’d just seen. ‘Is it just Seductresses?’
‘No.’ Goldie said, still enjoying the bounty of the chained Kristal. ‘Adventuresses too, most of them are rampantly submissive, that's why most of them end up as slaves every few trips. Then, of course, there’s the desires players bring with them. Don’t try to resist it either. And certainly don’t resist the desire for sex or you’ll wind up sucking off orcs in the town square.’
Ellie felt herself blush remembering the encounter in the dungeon and the almost overwhelming desire to go down on the second guard which she’d managed to overcome by the hand job she’d given him instead.
‘It could be worse,’ Goldie said, clearly reading her expression and discerning something about its cause. ‘There are some Seductresses into other stuff; necrophilia for example, bestiality.’ Ellie made a disgusted face. ‘It’s not as bad as it sounds if you regard pet and pony girls as beasts and surely you’ve seen movies about hot vampires. Most of us that go down that path will end up undead, libido vampires mostly but if a zombie ever tries to hump your leg rather than bite your throat she was probably once one of us once.’ Goldie gave a little shiver. ‘Anyway, around Level 6 you’ll find yourself wanting to explore some of them. It’s a little like choosing your subclasses, no pun intended. Until then it’s mostly submission; you’ll feel the urge to go down and you’ll be rewarded for it too, if not with undying thanks from whomever you’ve pleasured, then with Experience.’
‘I’ve already felt it,’ Ellie said.
‘Actually, I’m pretty sure submission is hidden away in the code of all female characters and the men who take female avatars.’ Goldie continued.
Ellie pointed to the cubicle where the Jewell was tormenting the blonde. ‘Do you think she’s a man in the real?’
‘Yes, probably, and being able to figure that out is part of the way Seductresses are able to use their Seduction effectively. The effect is partly a random thing that the AI imposes on your target but there are more variables at work. If you can spot the hook it's more likely that your Seduction of the Persuasion will catch. Just now, you were intrigued by what I was up to, persuading you to step forward was easy, you wanted to do it really.’
Chapter 25: Goldie’s Business
There was a bouncer stationed at the end of the passageway, some sort of Warrior or other fighting man in leather armour. He was quite handsome with dark hair and chiselled features; Ellie saw his gaze roam over her body and a smile spread across his lips as he lifted the curtain aside for them. Goldie nodded to him as she stepped past leading Ellie into what appeared to be an office furnished with a desk covered in papers and a wheeled chair. There was a chest behind the desk chained to the floor.
‘Well done for escaping Tabatha by the way.’ Goldie said, depositing her sword stick on the desk and removing her fascinator. ‘It was either a lucky roll of the dice or you’re way more capable of agreeing a Bargain than any Level 1 Seductress should be.’
‘Tabatha?’
‘The redheaded Merchant with the pet elf and a penchant for bondage.’
‘You know about that?’
‘We talk,’ Goldie said with a shrug.
‘Is she...’ Ellie wondered if she should ask, ‘a man too?’
‘Probably.’ Goldie shrugged again. ’She’s a bit unimaginative. Once they’ve sublimed it all becomes a bit more completed.’
‘She used these…things inside me,’ Ellie said. ‘Intimate things.’
‘Wands of Desire?’ Goldie said. ‘Front and back?’
‘Yes. She said something about the ‘Artificer’s toys’.’
Goldie smiled. ‘This whole place works on sex and Seductresses have it in spades. There are a number of magical devices that capture our ‘essence’. It’s a tradable commodity.’
‘She was using me for…?’
‘You didn’t orgasm, did you?’
Ellie recalled being sure she was going to and in this world it seemed almost impossible that she hadn’t. ‘No.’
‘Essence of Seductress,’ Goldie said. ‘The wands collect it and can be used later as a sexual stimulant.’
‘Does anyone around here need extra stimulation?’
Goldie laughed, shaking her head, her blonde ringlets dancing. ‘They enrich the experience. They’re often used on new slaves; Players, I mean who’ve been captured.’
Ellie remembered the elf’s comments about her mistress having already exceeded the terms of the Bargain. ‘I should have bargained for more than this.’ She pulled the shoulder strap of her thong. ‘Wait, Tabatha had a slave. A girl in a…display case.’
‘That was one of your predecessors. Tabatha has quite a business using her to charge peoples’ wands.’
‘My predecessor?’
‘She’s a Level 3 Seductress. Not that she gets much chance to use her seductions kept chained and gagged like that. Tabatha plugs her regularly to use her arousal.’
Ellie felt a flush of fear. ‘That must be terrible.’
‘I don’t know.’ Goldie shrugged. ‘Being kept in a Box of Delights is some people’s idea of heaven; the constant arousal and intense restraint…’
‘She didn’t look as if she was enjoying it,’ Ellie said, ‘and if she’s always plugged, she won’t be able to... No!’ Ellie shivered. ‘How long has she been in it?’
‘About two years now.’ Goldie said. ‘Tabatha can be a sadist, which explains Gygax, of course. Elf bodies are pretty tough. You can pretty much assume any elf you meet is a serious masochist.’
‘I’ll bear that in mind.’ Ellie said.
‘And you need to be careful. Like I say, Essence of Seductress is a tradable commodity and there are enough unscrupulous characters around who’d have no qualms about doing a similar thing to you.’
Ellie shivered again, wrapping her arms around her huge breasts.
‘Stay close to your party and you’ll be fine.’ Goldie smiled at her. ‘Beebee may look intimidating but she’s one of the best Party Leaders in the game. She’ll go to the ends of the earth to protect you.’
Ellie nodded seriously then looked at Goldie as a thought struck her. ’Why are there two wands?’ Surely not everyone’s into anal round here.’
Goldie smiled. ‘Most Artificers are men, just like most of the programmers. Why let a girl enjoy a magic wand in her pussy when you can make her stuff something else in her arse too. They’ll tell you it's something about magical dipoles but I don’t believe a word of it. And, of course, it means men can use them.’
Ellie nodded. ’And the nipple clamps? They were…surprisingly nice.’
‘You did have quite a time of it didn’t you.’ Goldie said.
‘That’s part of the coding. If submission is the default setting for female characters it’s not surprising your body gets a kick out of nipple clamps. You’ll find you enjoy a little pain too; not excessive but a firm spanking will probably do it for you. It’s something you’ll have to get used to.’
Ellie couldn’t resist lifting a hand to her nipple. The clamps had felt nice even though they pinched. She couldn’t stop herself pinching it and then dropped her hand as she saw Goldie look at her.
She was about to mention that in some ways she’d enjoyed the whipping too. In fact she now realised that thinking of the experience was making her body respond.
‘You’re feeling it already,’ Goldie said. 'The quickening can be hard to resist.’ She laughed. ‘It’s no different to what other characters feel. Thieves like to steal things, Warriors like to fight, magic users like to cast spells. We Seductresses enjoy sex.’
The Seductress opened a cupboard and inside Ellie was startled to see a hooded, helpless man.
The man was strapped and locked into a pillory type arrangement a little like that in the market square but more compact, his hands held up by his head and his ankles held apart by stocks. There was a large ball gag in his mouth. He had weighted clamps on his nipples and balls and his cock was stiffly erect and drooling. Goldie tapped the weights on his nipples making them swing and the man whimpered.
‘Enjoying yourself, Charles?’ Goldie said.
‘Mmmnghh,’ the man nodded slightly.
‘Good boy.’ Goldie reached down and gave his cock a squeeze then worked it gently making the man pant and squirm then whimper in frustration when she let go. ‘Do you want to cum?’ she asked, flicking his cock.
The man nodded again.
‘Why don’t you take over down here?’ Goldie said, turning to Ellie.
‘Me?’
You do know how to pleasure a man too?’
‘Of course.’ Ellie dropped to her knees.
‘No,’ Goldie gave her a look of horror. ‘See, that’s the coding working on you. You can’t resist going down.’
Ellie blushed.
‘Use your hands. Save the good stuff for when you really need it. Here,’ Goldie said, taking Ellie’s hand. ‘Hold him like this.’
Ellie squeezed.
‘Not too tight, not yet, anyway. Work him like this. Gently, we don’t want a mess on the carpet.’
The man, Charles, squirmed.
‘So Charles, what do you think of my new apprentice?’
‘Mmmnn.’ Charles nodded, drooling round his gag.
‘Better give him a squeeze,’ Goldie said, ’he’s about ready to pop.’
Ellie did and the man groaned in frustration.
‘How long has it been, Charles? Two days, three?’
‘Vr,’ the man said, probably meaning ‘four’.
‘Your balls must be aching.’
‘Mmmnn.’
Give them a good squeeze too.’ Goldie directed Ellie’s other hand onto them. They felt big and heavy although that might have been the weights swinging from them. ‘No, harder. Make him squirm.’
‘Unnggh.’
‘Harder.’
‘Ngggghnn.’
‘Make him beg.’
‘Unnsghgghh.’
‘She’s good isn’t she?’
Ellie released the man’s balls and resumed her teasing. ’Should I let him cum…’
‘Aphrodite’s dripping cunt,’ Goldie exclaimed, ‘we’ve barely started.’ The Seductress reached up into her hair and pulled out one of the gold combs, shaking her head as some of her blonde curls cascaded down. The comb had four rings and Ellie watched as the blonde slipped her fingers into them then she drew back her hand and drove the knuckleduster into Charles’ belly. The man whimpered into his gag, winded as the wooden pillory creaked as it prevented him from doubling over.
‘Got to be mean to keep ‘em keen,’ Goldie said, ’and I find a little cruelty helps to keep my Dark Seductress in check.’
The man shuddered gasping for breath round the huge gag.
‘Should I let him cum now?’ Ellie was startled by the brutality and felt an odd desire to make amends for it by giving the helpless man the release he so clearly desired.
‘After I’ve had a chance to show you round…’ Goldie said. ‘Charles won’t mind, will you darling?’ She picked up a weight from the desk and added to those swinging from his balls.
‘It’s amazing what people will ask me to do to them.’ Goldie said as they stepped back out into the passageway. ‘Which reminds me, I’ll have to let the slaves out soon or call in one of the bar staff, I can’t leave my Jewell to do everything.’
As she spoke, the Jewell appeared from one of the alcoves with a naked woman beside her crawling on all fours, a choke leash around her neck. She was gagged and had clearly been whipped. She wore a kind of chastity belt that held a tail protruding from her anus, there was something bulging from her sex too.
‘Why don’t you pet her?’ Goldie said.
Ellie looked surprised but bent to pat the woman’s head and she rubbed herself against Ellie’s boots.
‘The belt lets me train her,’ Goldie explained. ‘Say the right word and she’ll be in agony, say another and she’ll cum. It’s why I keep her gagged. It’s also why Jewell here is going to chain her up in the bar. Depending on the words that are set she’ll have a night of ecstasy or agony.’
The Jewell lead the girl away and Goldie lifted the curtain to the next alcove. Inside two women stood facing each other, both were naked and both were stretched up on tiptoe with their hands chained above their heads. One was a brunette with fair skin and the other had an Asian appearance with dark skin and dark hair. The two women’s mouths were pressed together. Both girls were blindfolded but they both seemed aware Ellie and Goldie had entered, stilling and Ellie realised that they had been rubbing their bodies together as well as kissing. Their lips parted and Ellie saw that their tongues were both pierced and joined by a short chain, their nasal rings were also linked as were their nipples, all pierced. Ellie guessed their sexes were probably joined too. Goldie took a whip from a selection hanging on the wall and passed another the Ellie.
‘You take Anya and I’ll take Mary.’ Goldie said, stepping behind the fair skinned brunette.
Ellie felt a little awkward.
‘Don’t be shy,’ Goldie said. ‘They love it.’ She brought her whip down on the brunette’s bottom and the girl gave a short cry, the movement of her body reciprocated in her fellow captive. Ellie saw the two kiss again.
Goldie looked at her expectantly and she drew back the whip.
‘Don’t hold back,’ Goldie urged.
Ellie struck.
‘Harder.’
Ellie struck again this time producing a response in the dark skinned girl and subsequently her lover. It also produced a response in Ellie, that increasingly familiar tingle of Experience.
Goldie struck Mary again and Ellie followed suit with Anya.
The response was the same and she felt herself beginning to flush with excitement. She struck again and then a fourth time, harder this time, her body feeling the rush of arousal that was more than just the accrual of XPs.
‘A nice feeling isn’t it?’ Goldie said, letting rip several strokes on Mary’s bottom.
It was. Ellie struck again too and suddenly realised her other hand was inside the tiny silk thong. She struck again, her fingers playing with her wet sex.
‘That will do.’ Goldie took the whip from her hands and Ellie felt a sudden realisation of what she had been doing. Anya’s bottom and some of her back was decorated in an intersecting pattern of raised red welts. ‘We don’t want to cause actual Damage.’
‘Sorry.’ Ellie was panting and flushed.
‘Don’t be. As you get more experienced, you’ll get better at controlling it. It can be quite fun actually.’ Goldie put the whips down and left Mary and Anya to their enforced French kissing.
‘Just one more thing to show you then let’s get a drink in the bar.’ Goldie said. ‘I have a little business proposition for you.’
Inside the last alcove was a woman in a cage chained on her knees not unlike Tabatha’s captive Seductress in the Cabinet of Delights but this captive sat astride some sort of platform that was clearly vibrating and teasing her. As a result, she seemed entirely happy with her lot, jerking in her bonds and whimpering into her gag as she climaxed repeatedly.
‘This is how they work.’ Goldie said squatting before the helpless girl. ‘She’s enjoying the Wands of Delight.’ The Seductress slid her hand through the bars of the cage and teased the woman’s right nipple then pulled it hard making her cry out into the large black ball gag in her mouth as she climaxed again.
‘Come on. Let’s get that drink.’
Chapter 26: The Proposition
‘My clients, as you’ve probably gathered, are almost exclusively women.’ Goldie said. ‘Charles is the exception. I like to provide a place where women can go and relax. If they want sex they can get it, if they don’t, then they don’t get pestered.’
She lifted aside a curtain and led Ellie into a bar-room. The room was full of women. The only man was the barman who looked exactly like the innkeeper of the Saucy Adventuress even down to the apron he was wearing. Although in this case it was just an apron. The women at the tables were a mix of characters, at least two Parties; Warriors, magic users, Adventuresses, Thieves, Clerics. In one corner, a raven-haired Sorceress sat with a red-headed barmaid on her lap and in another corner, two shifty-looking women in leather sat, looking shifty.
‘We’ve become important enough to be populated by NPCs.’ Goldie said, nodding towards this latter pair.
Goldie led her past a barely dressed Enchantress whose wispy dress appeared to be made out of elf silk and hid none of her slightly buxom form. She sat astride the lap of a muscular Warrior in a mail vest that was only a little more substantial than Val’s and leather briefs.
The barman, apparently the only man in the room, welcomed them with an affected camp accent.
‘Evening Goldie.’ He was polishing a glass in the way that all barmen everywhere are supposed to do. ‘The usual?’
Goldie nodded.
‘And for you, Miss?’ The barman looked at Ellie. He was, Ellie thought, probably the first man or even the first person who’d looked at her eyes and not her breasts.
‘Er?’
‘My friend will have the same.’
‘Very good, Ma’am.’ He turned away and picked up a bottle and some glasses. Ellie averted her eyes quickly and Goldie led her to a table.
‘It’s all about confidence,’ Goldie said. ‘Anticipating the situation. If you have an answer ready it looks as if you are in control. People will follow you.’
Ellie looked around at the others in the bar. They all seemed to fit in together as if they had a role. In her Party she carried the lantern and didn’t do a very good job of that. She certainly couldn’t see herself leading anyone.
‘You have to use your assets to your advantage,’ Goldie said.
Ellie looked down at her ‘assets’.
‘Not just those assets although they will undoubtedly help,’ Goldie said then paused as the barman deposited two tall glasses with a swirling multi-coloured liquid inside that was topped by a little cocktail umbrella.
Ellie focussed on it to ensure she didn’t catch another back view of the portly barman.
‘It’s all about image,’ Goldie continued. ‘Out there I’m the sophisticated business-woman. In here I can afford to relax.’
Ellie looked at the striking blonde with her perfect make up and elegant clothing.
‘I think I might have got this wrong,’ she said.
‘You make your bed, you lie in it.’ Goldie took a sip of her drink. ‘But I’m guessing you’re a fair bit younger than me. We all have our own ideas of what’s important, our own tastes. There’s a lot of mileage in a body like that and you’re clearly smart. You’ll be ok. In Fantasia X, your stats will help; to become a Seductress you must have a high Charisma and I’m guessing you got in with Dexterity too.’
‘Thanks.’ Ellie took a sip of her drink. It was sweet and fruity and probably very strong.
‘Your welcome.’
Ellie regarded her over the top of her glass, a frown creasing her brow.
‘Why are you telling me all this?’
‘You’re a fellow Seductress. I felt you needed a little help,’ she winked. ‘Besides, Beebbe might be a great party leader but I’ll wager she knows fuck all about Seductresses.’
‘You’re not just planning to drug me, put me in chains and sell me into slavery or stick me in one of those cabinets and use me to power magical sex toys?’
‘I said you were smart.’
Ellie put her drink down.
‘Relax.’ Goldie said. ‘If I wanted you in chains, I’d have you in a slave crate and on the way to Thoth by now,’ she grinned. ‘And yes, I did think about it. It would certainly make sound business sense. But I like your ambition. There aren’t many who’d have made that Bargain with Tabatha and all that stuff in the training ground was fabulous. There aren’t many first level characters who could relieve a Level 8 Slaver of her favourite earrings.’
Ellie looked at her in surprise.
‘I have my sources.’ Goldie winked. ‘No, putting you into slavery would be a waste. Besides, I was thinking of making use of your talents. I was hoping we could strike a Bargain.’
‘Oh, yes.’ Ellie couldn’t hide the wave of excitement that welled inside her.
‘You’ll be off on your quest soon.’
‘How do you…?’
Goldie sighed.
‘Everybody here is going on a quest,’ she said with a smile. ’I also know that you’ll be going to the Slave City of Thoth.’
Ellie opened her mouth but quickly shut it.
‘I wondered if you might do something for me.’
‘Like a side quest?’
Goldie gave a slightly deprecating smile. ‘Something like that. I want…you to transact some business for me in Thoth.’
‘And why aren’t you going?’ Ellie was immediately on her guard, partly her own common sense but Honey’s senses were also warning her to be careful.
‘I chose Commerce as my skill at Level 3. I really didn’t want to do any killing and magic doesn’t interest me. Seduction, Persuasion and Bargaining are much more fun.’
‘So you’re happy for me to get killed.’
‘I don’t think that will happen.’ Goldie said with a rueful smile. ‘But if it does I’ll just have to find another courier.’
‘Thanks.’
‘You’re welcome.’ Goldie raised her glass, eyeing the last mouthful of coloured liquid. ‘Like I say Beebee knows her stuff. She’ll keep you safe.’ She took a sip. ‘Think it over and if you want to take me up on the offer, come and see me before you leave.’ She drained her glass. ‘Anyway, we shouldn’t keep Charles waiting.’
Charles was, as expected, exactly where they had left him, still helpless and clamped, his cock still stiff and drooling.
‘Go on then,’ Goldie said, ‘you know you want to.’
She did. It wasn’t just the way Goldie had treated him, it was a need within her to please him, the quickening.
‘No hands this time.’
Ellie looked at the other woman.
‘I can cuff you if that would make it easier.’ Goldie winked. ‘I know what you’re thinking.’
‘I think I’ll be fine.’ Ellie slid her hands behind her back and dropped to her knees.
Ellie von Trapp might never have done this before but she and Honey had done it once and Honey seemed to know exactly what to do. She leaned forward and took the stiff shaft between her lips, running them gently up and down its length. Ellie would never have dreamed of doing this to a man she’d never met before, a man whose face she couldn’t even see but then she’d barely given a thought to what she did with he half-orcs and she felt her body start to tingle with Experience, a warmth in her loins and a spark of pleasure in her breasts.
‘Hands.’ Goldie said but Honey’s hands weren’t going to the man’s cock, they were going to her breasts, hefting them. Her fingers were playing with her own nipples and she took Charles’ cock increasingly deeply into her throat.
Above her head, Charles whimpered in pleasure.
She stopped for a moment when she felt her chin brush what must have been his balls almost gagging for a moment before Honey re-exerted control over her and she relaxed, taking his cock deep into her throat. She felt his cock twitch and the thrill of the XPs rose to a crescendo as Charles approached orgasm; Ellie felt herself cum even as she forced the cock even deeper into her throat, her chin knocking hard against his balls setting the weights swinging and then his hot cum was pumping into her mouth.
Ellie backed off, the salty liquid dripping from her lips.
‘Bravo!’ Goldie clapped her hands. ‘You’re a natural.’
Honey couldn’t resist the urge to swallow.
‘Such a good girl,’ Goldie said, ‘but don’t stay down there, it’s wasted on him.’
Ellie stood, wiping her mouth and Goldie passed her a cup of wine.
‘Thanks.’
Goldie poured herself a cup and held it up. ‘Cheers.’
They drank together.
‘Why is Charles the exception?’ Ellie asked after a moment.
‘I’m rather fond of him,’ Goldie said idly toying with one of the helpless man’s nipple weights. ‘It seems cruel to put him with the others.’
‘The others?’
‘I keep the other men in the basement.’ Goldie said. ‘Some of my clients are real sadists and love to take it out on a man in chains.’
Amanda lay gasping. The spanking has been more intense than anything she’d experienced. She’d just been spanked by Luciana Luscious and was so hot with desire, she’d probably have agreed to anything. It was clear Luci was just as turned on.
‘I hope you’re not going to stop at that,’ Amanda said, her bottom burning.
‘What is it that you want?’
Amanda looked up. The question seemed unnecessary. ‘I want to be fucked senseless.’
‘Alright.’ Luci took a length of cord and used it to bind Amanda’s ankles, crossing them first so her knees were spread.
‘Worried you can’t handle me,’ Amanda said, lying back and spreading her knees as wide as she was able..
Luci ignored her and took another thong, flipping her over and tying her into a hogtie. Amanda struggled but the bondage was complete.
‘Don’t you fucking dare leave me like this.’
Luci stood over her and Amanda struggled, rolling over onto her back again in the sand.
‘Do you know what a Gamomorph is?’ Luci asked.
Amanda glared up at her. ‘What do you think?’
‘It means I can do this.’ Luci concentrated for a moment and Amanda felt a tingle of something that was probably magic. Then, above her, she could see the outline of Luci’s body changing, her shoulders broadening, her breasts seeming to shrink, her hips expanding.
‘What the…’
Above her, Luci was growing a penis.
‘Fuck me!’
‘That’s exactly what I plan to do.’ Luci’s hair was still long and her face almost unchanged, perhaps a little broader and a more thick-set but her body was that of a man, muscular and toned and, it was very clear that she was a man in all senses of the word; physically at least and the most important part of him was erect and clearly very big.
Amanda lay watching as Luci dropped to her…his…their knees and took hold of her body.
‘Fuck me!’ Amanda gasped again.
‘Well.’ Luci grinned. ‘If you insist.’
Amanda felt him slip inside her, just the tip at first, then more and, seemingly more. He felt huge and long and…Artemis fucking cunt…he was filling her.
‘Oh, fuck.’ Amanda climaxed without meaning to. Val might have punished her for this but Luci seemed pleased.
‘Just the one.’
‘Give me a moment.’ Amanda gasped looking into his blue eyes. She had never…it felt like forever since…she enjoyed pussy and sex toys but... ‘Oh fuck.’ She climaxed again. ‘Don’t stop.’
He didn’t.
Orgasms seemed to explode in Amanda’s body…Amazonne’s body but Amanda rode them just as she was ridden. The huge cock sliding in and out of her, seeming to make her cum with every thrust.
‘Fuck…fuck…fuck…’ It was probably some sort of trick. In her mind Amanda knew her body couldn’t sustain this, an Illusion perhaps.
Then she felt him cum inside her and she screamed with satisfaction, pleasure burning through her body, another orgasm overwhelming her.