Part 11
Chapter 50: Reckoning
‘So, what happens now?’ the Merchant said. She was still staring at Battle Babe.
Amanda glanced around, the others were all busy searching bodies and cleaning weapons. She thought she should probably go and release Ellie but she was curious about the Merchant. There was clearly something going on here that she didn’t understand, an old score being settled perhaps.
There were, she gathered, some unwritten rules around Party loyalty but this felt wrong and she didn’t want to be a part of it. There was something else too, something more than her own conscience as if the game was telling her this was wrong too. Even the tingle of Experience she’d felt from hitting the man in the leg had felt different somehow.
Battle Babe gestured for the woman to climb down from the wagon and she obeyed. She was quite pretty, her red hair worn loose, her skin pale; she was full figured, curvaceous; the blue gown pushed up her large breasts while accentuating the curve of her waist and flare of her hips.
‘Turn around,’ Battle Babe said when the woman stood before her.
The Merchant obeyed and Amanda saw a flash of steel as Battle Babe drew her dagger.
‘No!’ Amanda’s swords were out of their scabbards before she even knew what she was doing and everyone turned to look at her. She was too far away to intervene but even as she sprang forward, she saw Battle Babe simply use the dagger to slice through the laces at the back of the woman’s dress. The Warrior glared angrily at Amanda before peeling the dress apart and then tearing it off the woman’s body to reveal a lacy white bra, tight corset, full lacy knickers and white stockings.
‘Tie her,’ Battle Babe said to Amanda.
Amanda almost refused but the expression on the party leader’s face and her own misjudgment of the Warrior’s intent made her capitulate. She looked around, seeing a length of rope on the seat of the wagon, took it and pulled the woman’s wrists behind her back to tie them.
‘Leash her too.’
‘What are you going to do with her?’ Amanda asked, taking more rope and knotting it around the woman’s neck.
‘Sell her.’ Battle Babe looked at the voluptuous redhead with a smile. ‘Unless you can think of anything else to do with her.’
‘I can.’ Val stood before her and slipped a hand into the woman’s bra, scooping out a large heavy breast. ‘Nice.’ The blonde squeezed the heavy flesh then ran her thumb over the large nipple.
‘How dare you!’ The redhead took a step forward but Amanda still held her leash.
‘Feisty!’ Val grinned then she spun the captive round and delivered a firm slap to the woman’s ample buttocks.
‘Val!’ Amanda protested.
‘What?’ The Viking said. ‘You know I like a nice pair of tits.’ She smiled. ‘Nice ass too!.’ She looked at Amanda. ‘Though yours isn’t bad either.’
‘I really...' Amanda started to protest, still unsure about her role in this and now more unsettled by her lover’s apparent willingness to fondle any woman in sight including Ellie…or maybe Honey. Whatever she called herself, whatever she looked like, she was still Amanda’s daughter.
‘I can pay you well,’ the woman said, apparently recovering her composure and looking at Amanda. It was clear she was trying to master her fear.
‘Not going to happen.’ Battle Babe stepped forward drawing her dagger to cut away the woman’s bra then her knickers. Then she pushed the knickers into the woman’s mouth and tied them there. ‘Time to move out.’
‘Shouldn’t we take a look in the wagon?’ Val asked.
‘It's bulk goods,’ Battle Babe said but you might want to look under the seat.
Val climbed up and lifted the seat then reached in and pulled out a steel banded chest that was attached by a chain.
‘How can we get this open?’
‘I can try to pick the lock,’ Amanda offered.
‘No need.’ Battle Babe pushed the Merchant back against the wagon and slid her fingers between the woman’s legs. The redhead tried to struggle but she was bound and at least a head shorter than the warrior. A moment later the Battle Babe held up a key as the woman’s blue eyes blazed at her with impotent fury. The Warrior passed the key to Val who unlocked the chest.
‘Looks hopeful.’ Val extracted a leather purse that looked heavy. Opening the lacing, she pulled out a small handful of gold pieces.
‘We can share that later,’ Battle Babe said. ‘Now, let’s get moving. I want to be in Thoth by tomorrow evening.’
‘Miss me?’
Ellie glared up at Val and grunted into her gag. She was still in the impossible hogtie, her heels pressed against her elbows, which were tightly bound together behind her back holding her wrists in an extreme reverse prayer tie. Her bound breasts were aching too, only this wasn’t entirely unwelcome. In fact the bondage seemed to be having a similar effect on her whole body, the tension ratcheting up the needs within her, leaving her as taut with desire on the inside as the ropes that bound her, as her helpless contorted body.
Val crouched beside her and pinched her right nipple.
‘Mnngg.’
‘So responsive.’
‘Nnngg.’ Ellie shook her head the fraction her bondage allowed her. She knew this was wrong but her desire, her need was overwhelming. She so needed to cum.
‘I know you want it.’ Val stretched the nipple. ‘Shall we take a look at your pussy?’ She rolled Ellie onto her side, something Ellie had absolutely no power to resist and, cutting the rope around her thighs parted them as far as her other bonds allowed, before leaning in to look at the helpless girl’s pussy with the crotch rope still buried deep inside. ‘I’d say that was proof enough.’ Her fingers raked over Ellie's drooling sex.
‘Unnngh.’
The touch made Ellie even more aware of her need.
‘You know, if I had my way, I’d keep you like this. Perhaps we could play a few games together later.’ Val’s fingers wiped the wetness of her sex over Ellie’s nipples. ‘But for now I’m going to have to let you go.’ She rolled Ellie back onto her belly and released the hogtie.
‘Nnngkk.’ Ellie’s body sprung straight.
Val untied Ellie’s legs but left her breasts bound in the harness. Then she tightened the crotch rope.
‘That should keep you amused.’
‘Nnnnggh.’ Much as she tried to deny it, the sensation was exquisite.
‘Quite the little bondage slut.’ Val said. ‘Almost as hot for it as your slutty mum.’
‘Mnnpg.’ Ellie tried to protest.
‘Up you come.’
Ellie had little choice but to stand as Val pulled on the rope around her neck.
‘Val, are you ok back there?’ It was Amanda’s voice.
‘Yeah, fine,’ Val called back and Ellie could hear the edge in her voice. Then she played briefly with Ellie’s nipples. ‘If I had time, I’d make you go down on me.’
‘Unnghh.’ Ellie shook her head but inside a voice that wasn’t Honey’s told her that, if Val commended, she’d probably do it because it might just lead to her being able to cum.
‘Think about it.’ Val toyed with Ellie’s right nipple. ‘If you do it for me, I might just help you to do it for you. Must be maddening walking with that crotch rope.’ She grinned sadistically and turned to lead Ellie out from behind the rock.
‘Is that absolutely necessary?’ Amanda asked Val as they set off gesturing towards her daughter. ‘Couldn’t you just tie her hands?’ She was still seething at the way Val had openly groped the Merchant in front of her.
‘I like to practice my skills.’ Val said. ‘I’m a Viking, we rape and pillage.’ She looked meaningfully at Amanda. ‘And take slaves.
‘Does it have to be on my daughter?’
‘She’s an avatar,’ Val said, irritation clear in her voice. ‘I don’t know why you don’t get it Am. We’re just playing roles.’ She glanced across at Ellie. ‘And she’s a Seductress, it's her job to be a slut.’
There were three of them in bondage now and in various states of undress; Ellie naked save for her boots in the rope harness and reverse prayer tie, the Merchant in her corset stocking and kitten heeled boots and Maiko stripped to her chastity belt and walking with the other two, her hands bound as a punishment for her lapse after the combat.
Bu-Shi-Doll led the party and Battle Babe brought up the rear.
‘I think I was hoping you might be using the ropes on me,’ Amanda said tersely.
‘I’m happy to tie you up too,’ Val said. ‘Perhaps I’ll stake you both out later.’ Val slapped her bottom. ‘I like what you’ve done with the outfit by the way.’
Amanda rolled her eyes and dropped back to walk beside Battle Babe.
‘So what is this ‘Slave City of Thoth’?’
‘It’s in the name.’ The big Warrior said. ‘It’s where the hard core S&M crowd hang out.’
‘Is that really what people come here for?’ Amanda asked. ‘Sex?’
‘Mostly, I guess. That and the violence You picked Fantasia X.’
Amanda frowned.
‘It’s the centre of the slave trade and then there’s the Gordian Palace.’
‘Gordian Palace?’
‘It’s kind of a museum these days.’
‘A sex museum?’
‘Yeah BDSM stuff.’ The big Warrior glanced at her. ‘You’ll love it.’
There was a moment’s silence.
‘So,’ Amanda said, ‘The Merchant. That wasn’t a chance encounter.’
Battle Babe shrugged and Amanda sensed she was uncomfortable.
‘Are you going to tell me what’s going on?’
The warrior glanced at her again. ‘No.’
‘So are we now some sort of private army here to do your bidding?’
‘It’s not really like that,’ Battle Babe said irritably.
‘That’s what it feels like.’ Amanda said then stepped a few paces ahead to walk on her own.
Ellie collapsed to her knees the moment they stopped for the night. It wasn’t the walking that had exhausted her, even in the tight rope harness with her breasts bound and the insistent crotch rope brutally tormenting her sex or even the fact that she’d been forced to walk with the huge gag in her mouth that made her drool constantly on her breasts; it was the need inside her. The ‘curse of the Seductress’ was very definitely a real thing and something she had grown used to with surprising ease; now, deprived of the ability to climax, her needs were building to a crescendo…had built to a crescendo and she could think of little else. How long was it? Two days? She thought of the Seductress in the Cabinet of Delights and shuddered.
The bondage, she knew now, was adding to her needs, not just the crotch rope or the breast bondage but the sheer fact of being restrained. Goldie had warned her it would. Somewhere inside her, she knew that she had succumbed to the coding, the incessant nudge of probability that gently worked to ensure that Seductresses embraced submission and bondage.
The simple fact was that being tied up, being treated like this was turning her on.
She sensed someone behind her and felt fingers undoing her gag and then the huge ball was eased out of her mouth.
‘Unnhh.’ Ellie groaned with the pain in her jaw.
‘Here.’ Amanda held a water bottle to her daughter’s lips and allowed her to drink.
‘Than you,’ she gasped after swallowing the first mouthful then coughed violently.
‘We should untie you.’
‘No, mum, it’s ok,’ she said. ‘I’m fine.’
‘You can’t stay like that for the rest of the trip.’ Amanda raised her voice. ‘Beeb. Can’t we at least untie her for a while.’
‘Not until tomorrow.’ Battle Babe’s reply sounded distracted and Ellie saw that she was leading the captured Merchant away from the camp.
Katana Girl was kneeling off to one side, still naked save her chastity belt, her wrists still bound. Despite the last few hours walking in bondage, her dark hair was almost as beautifully coiffed as usual and she knelt with her back straight, elegant as always. She was looking towards Ellie and, when Ellie winked at her she grinned. Then Bu-Shi-Doll stood between them with four stakes in her hand.
‘Let’s get your boots off.’ Amanda said.
‘Thanks mum.’
‘Are you ok?’ Amanda asked. ‘Being…’
‘Tied up like this?’ Ellie laughed. ‘I can definitely see why you get off on it.’
Amanda’s eyes narrowed.
‘Though, it’s not as if I have any choice with you and dad both being leading lights in the S&M scene. It must be in my genes.’
Amanda frowned. ‘I’m not sure I should have told you that.’
‘Secret’s out now, mum.’
‘Please don’t say anything to Lucius.’
‘My lips are sealed,’ Ellie said. ‘Though next time I want something, I might just remind you.’
Amanda went pale and, for a brief moment, Ellie wondered if she could use a Persuasion on her mother, maybe even a Bargain. She could easily persuade her to untie her to take her somewhere and play with her... She stopped the thought before it fully took shape.
‘You should make a fire, Am.’ Val said, appearing beside them.
Amanda looked up at the Valkyrie.
‘I’m just making sure Ellie’s ok.’
‘Make a fire,’ Val said. ‘I can sort her out.’
‘Can’t you…?’ Amanda stopped.
‘Mum, it’s ok.’ Ellie said.
‘But…’
‘GO.’ Honey’s voice left no room for argument.
‘Ok.’ Amanda stood and walked away leaving Ellie kneeling and bound and headed off into the trees.
‘Which means I get the pleasure of staking you out.’ Val said, her voice silky.
The blonde was, Ellie saw, holding four stakes.
Val led Ellie a little away from the camp.
‘This should do.’ The Viking began to untie Ellie’s hands.
‘Aren’t you worried I’ll try to escape?’
‘Not very likely.’
‘What if I try to Persuade you to let me go?’
‘I think I can resist that.’
‘You’re very sure of yourself,’ Ellie said.
‘I have every reason to be.’ Val pulled the last of the ropes from Ellie’s arms and shoulders.
Ellie stretched her arms then bent forward, lifting her arms over her back resisting the desperate urge to slip her hands between her legs.
‘Do I get to keep the crotch rope?’
‘If you’re a good girl.’
‘And if I’m not?’ Ellie turned towards the blonde aware of the woman’s gaze on her. ‘I can easily Seduce you,’ she thought.
‘We all know what happens to naughty girls.’
‘Yes, we do, don’t we.’ Ellie dropped to her knees and picked up the stakes then began to hammer them in, aware of the blonde’s gaze on her naked body. It was easy to know how to kneel, how to move, how to flirt silently with that luscious body or Honey’s…her body.
When she’d finished, she knelt in the centre of the square. ‘I’m ready when you are,’ she said with a pout. ‘Mistress.’
She saw Val’s smile.
‘So what happens to good girls?’
‘They get their just desserts.’ Ellie purred then lay back spreading her arms and legs to allow Val to bind her.
‘You’re very dominant.’ Ellie had just been flirting but now put the full power of Seduction into her voice.
‘Am I now?’ Val began to begin to bind her right wrist.
‘Strong.’ Ellie looked at her bound wrist. ‘I bet you’d think nothing of taking advantage of a helpless girl and using her body to satisfy your own desires.’
Val secured Ellie’s other wrist.
‘A helpless girl like me.’
Val began to tie her ankles.
‘I mean there’s nothing I can do to resist you. You could do anything to me. You could play with my breasts... I know you like a girl with big breasts.’ She saw Val still, and felt the Seduction catch. ‘You want to touch them, don’t you…handle them…my lovely big breasts and my sensitive nipples. Do you want to suck them? Maybe you want to bite them…run your tongue over them…’
She saw Val move towards her, reeled in, a hungry expression in her eyes, saw her mouth close over her right nipple and take it firmly between her teeth.
‘Then when you’ve done that you can run your tongue over my hot dripping pussy.’
Val looked up and Ellie felt the hook slip as the Seduction failed.
Fuck! Ellie berated herself. Too much, too soon. And then, what the fuck am I doing seducing my mother’s girlfriend?
‘You really are a naughty girl aren't you?’ Val said. That predatory look was still in her eyes but now she was in full control.
Ellie could do nothing as the blonde kneaded her huge breasts before pinching the nipples hard then crawled over her planting her knees on either side of Ellie’s head.
‘Lick it bitch!’ Val lowered her sex over Ellie’s mouth.
Chapter 51: Punishment
‘What the fuck?’ It was Amanda’s voice.
Ellie heard the sound of blades being drawn.
Val stood and Ellie gasped in air as the woman’s pussy was lifted from her face. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Val standing above her, her pussy still glistening and wet where Ellie’s tongue had a moment ago been inside it.
‘Mand!’ Val held out her hand.
‘What are you doing to my daughter?’
‘Mand, she’s not...' Val started to protest.
‘Don’t give me that shit.’ Amanda’s twin blades were levelled at the blonde.
‘I’m unarmed.’ Val raised her hands.
‘And that means I shouldn’t take advantage of you?’ Amanda scowled. ‘Like you just did with her?’
‘Mum…’
‘Stay out of this, Honey.’ Amanda advanced and Val stepped backwards.
‘Amazonne, Stop!’ Bu-Shi-Doll was there, katana drawn, levelled at Amanda. ‘We do not draw on Party!’
‘She was...' Amanda seemed so angry or disgusted that she was barely able to get her words out. ‘My daughter.’
‘What’s happening?’ Battle Babe appeared. It was the first time Ellie had seen the party leader without her armour or indeed in any other way but in total control, yet the woman was bare breasted and breathless though she still wore her boots and her leather skirt; she also carried her axe.
‘Adventuress draw on Viking.’ Bu-Shi-Doll said.
Battle Babe took in the situation then looked at Amanda. ‘Put the swords away.’
‘But...' Amanda stood her ground.
Battle Babe took a step towards her. ‘Now.’
Amanda lowered her swords and resheathed them.
‘I let it go earlier but not this time.’ Battle Babe said, her voice icy. ‘Stake her out.’
‘No!’ Amanda protested.
‘You draw on a Party member, you get staked out,’ Battle Babe said.
‘But…’
‘Shut it, Amazonne.’
‘Are you ok, Honey?’
‘I’m fine, mum.’
‘At least we get to spend some time together.’ Amanda forced a laugh.
‘Yeah, I guess so.’
Mother and daughter lay side by side, both naked and spread-eagle between four stakes.
‘I am going to kill her when I get out of this.’
‘Relax, mum. She’s just... I’m fine.’ Ellie laughed. ‘Besides, you know how we both like being tied up.’
‘But she shouldn’t be... Not with you.’ The upset in Amanda’s voice was clear and Ellie regretted her attempt at humour.
‘If I told you I Seduced her would it help?’
‘Did you?’ Amanda turned her head to look at her daughter.
‘Well…’
‘Did you use a Seduction on her?’ Amanda’s voice was tight.
‘Yes,’ Ellie said after a moment.
‘Why?’
‘I’m...' Ellie struggled for the words. It was not the sort of conversation she wanted to have with her mother even under these somewhat bizarre circumstances. ‘I’m a Seductress and Seductresses have…needs.’
‘You needed to get laid?’
‘Yes.’ Ellie said, staring up at the sky to avoid looking at her mother. ‘The vampire poison stops me climaxing. You’ve no idea how horny I am right now.’
‘I’m not sure I want to know.’ But even as she said it, Amanda remembered the needs that had arisen when she’d used the Wand of Desire.
There was silence for a few moments.
‘So, are you into girls?’ Amanda asked.
Beside her, Ellie stilled. ’Are you asking Ellie or Honey?’
‘Both of you.’
‘Honey definitely is,’ Ellie said. ‘Honey is into everything.’
‘Oh,’ Amanda said. ‘And Ellie?’
‘I don’t know yet.’ Ellie looked towards her mother.
‘Oh.’ Amanda lay silent for a few moments. ‘So, if you seduced her, why were you eating her pussy?’
‘It was...' Ellie tried to think of an explanation.
Ellie opened her eyes and saw Cordelia standing above her. There was something different about the vampiress, she was paler and had fair hair; her eyes were blue. She was wrapped in a black cloak and looked, Ellie thought, like a real vampire. Cordelia smiled, baring fangs which were bloody.
‘Welcome back.’
Ellie looked around. They were underground in something that looked very much like a tomb or catacomb. She tried to move but when she lifted her arm she heard the clank of chain and realised she was shackled to a table, arms and legs spread. She was wearing something akin to the white shift Battle Babe had dressed her in to tempt the male libido vampire, only this one was lacier and more voluminous, more like a nightdress.
‘We never finished what we started,’ Cordelia said. Her mouth and lips were bright red and her tongue was…normal.
Ellie felt a pang of disappointment.
‘Are you going to…?’ Ellie asked, looking up at her shackled wrists.
‘Feast on you?’ Cordelia smiled. ‘Oh, yes.’ She ran her tongue across her fangs.
‘Does that mean I’ll become one of you?’
‘Of course.’ Cordelia ripped open the dress baring Ellie’s breasts and looked down at them hungrily then she took them in her hands and began to squeeze them.
‘Your hands are cold.’ Ellie shivered.
‘I’m a vampire.’ Cordelia bent and licked Ellie’s left nipple.
Ellie arched up with pleasure, gasping. ’Do I get any...’ She gasped as the Vampire gently bit her nipple. ‘Last requests?’
‘I might be inclined to grant one.’ Cordelia smiled and kissed her on the lips then stood and shrugged off her cloak. ‘I had grown rather fond of you.’ She was dressed in a black leather bodice, tight on her slim body, the bare skin of her arms and neck as pale as her face. She wore black leather knickers too and thigh high boots. Ellie watched as the vampire unlaced the bodice exposing her small pale breasts with bright red nipples then slid out of her knickers. ‘I’m sure you like a girl in boots,’ she said with a saucy smile then, effortlessly, she was up on the table or, Ellie thought, perhaps it was an altar.
‘You know you’re a very naughty girl,’ the vampire said, kneeling beside her.’ Running off like that.’ She smiled and licked her fangs. ‘And we all know what happens to naughty girls.’
‘Yes.’ Ellie said, breathless now. ‘I have been very naughty.’
Cordelia straddled her, tossing her dark hair and then bent to kiss her, crouching over her like a raptor with prey.
‘You like it like this, don’t you,’ the vampire said, ‘being helpless.’
‘Yes.’ Ellie squirmed. ‘Please.’ She turned her head knowing that she was presenting her neck to the Vampire.
‘So eager.’ The girl’s tongue raked the side of her neck.
‘Yes.’
‘So what was this last request?’
‘Please let me cum.’
‘It’ll be a pleasure.’ Cordelia crawled backwards and lowered her face between Ellie’s legs.
Ellie was screaming. She wasn’t sure if it was the orgasm or the bite. The orgasm had been intense, the vampire’s tongue raking over her pussy, cool and utterly stimulating; she had squirmed and screamed and begged and finally, jerking violently at the shackles confining her had cum more intensely than she had even thought possible.
Above her, Cordelia smiled and winked. ‘Give my regards to your mother.’ Then she vanished.
‘Honey?!’
Ellie turned, beside her, Amanda was struggling violently between the stakes spread-eagling her clearly awakened and disturbed by her daughter’s screams.
‘Honey?’
She looked up to see Battle Babe standing over her.
‘I’m ok,’ she gasped. ‘Just a dream.’ Then she smiled. ‘But it’s probably a good thing I’m staked out like this.’ The spot on her neck where Cordelia had bitten her felt hot.
It was dawn and there was a slight breeze, Ellie felt the chill of the night air on her body and realised she was cold.
‘Could somebody untie me?’
Chapter 52: The Slave City of Thoth
They encountered more travellers as the day progressed. Merchants in wagons that were considerably less well guarded than the one they’d attacked, a few groups of adventurers and a coffle of slaves, a mix of bodies; mostly Jewells and Kristals, a few Ambers even a Lapiz. The slaves were all chained, the wrists of the girl in front cuffed behind her and chained to the collar of the girl next in line; despite their status, they all seemed quite content with their lot, strutting elegantly, one even winked at Ellie as she passed.
Battle Babe hadn’t insisted on her being tied and she’d donned the corset and stockings for want of any other clothing even though it left her breasts and pussy bare. Although she’d managed an orgasm overnight, her desire was not completely satisfied and as she’d walked she’d felt her need growing again. She was sure the libido vampire venom was still in her system; she could feel it and, at one point, when they’d stopped for a break and some food in the middle of the day she’d slipped her fingers between her legs finding that, while her body responded, she had not been able to achieve orgasm.
She’d walked most of the way beside Maiko who was no longer bound but seemed rather subdued after her day of humiliating bondage. The only one left in bondage was the redheaded Merchant who had been naked, bound and gagged when Ellie had woken and had stayed that way throughout the day.
In the late morning they had caught their first glimpse of the Slave City of Thoth, standing out on the horizon. The woodland of the day before had given way to scrubland and this had gradually given way to desert; the city sat in an oasis at the edge of the vast sea of sand. As they approached, they saw a caravan of slaves leaving the city, not the dozen or so they’d passed earlier in the day but hundreds, coffled and led by men on foot and riding camels.
‘The slave route leads out across the desert.’ Val said. She and Amanda had spent most of the day trying to avoid each other, something for which Ellie felt more than a little responsible. It had led to an awkward silence for most of the march but despite her best efforts to devise a solution, Ellie had not been able to come up with one and, while it was true she had attempted to seduce Val in her desperation, she knew it had largely been Val who had been taking advantage of her. The blonde had even approached her at one stage.
‘How’s the itch?’ The Viking had asked.
More sure of herself than she’d been the night before, Ellie had glared at her. ‘Nothing I can’t handle.’
After this, the blonde had dropped back to speak to Amanda but the Adventuress had pointedly ignored her and the Viking had taken up a place at the rear of the party alongside Battle Babe.
There was a caravanserai outside the walls of Thoth and most of the space around the oasis on which it was situated was taken up by a slave caravan that appeared even larger than the one they'd seen leave earlier in the day. There were more Merchants with wagons and several dozen parties of adventurers camped around it. Shortly after they arrived and set up their camp, a traveling circus came down the road. It was, Ellie thought, a circus in the old style, coloured wagons pulled by what she thought were horses but on closer inspection turned out to be centaurs, female ones, harnessed and bridled, their arms bound behind their backs. One of the wagons was pulled by four two legged ponies, all woman, elves, Ellie saw, harnessed similarly, bitted and bridled and bound. The wagons proclaimed ‘Whiskers World of Wonders’, one purporting to contain a mermaid and another a cyclops, all females as far as Ellie could tell.
The owner of the caravanserai, a portly Merchant in flowing silk robes that very much seemed to be appropriate attire for the desert directed them to the other side of the encampment and the tired looking centaurs and elven ponies were whipped into motion, drawing the heavy wagons behind them.
‘Honey,’ Battle Babe said as they sat together. ‘Thoth sounds like your domain. I want you to plan this one.’
‘Me?’ Ellie was surprised.
‘I can do it,’ Val said.
‘No.’ Battle Babe turned to the Viking. ‘It’s Ellie’s turn.’ Then she turned her gaze back to Ellie. ‘You’re first task will be getting us in. They don’t like adventurers and we don’t have a pass.’
‘Ok.’ Ellie nodded, pleased to be given something to distract her from the needs building inside her body. ‘Can I borrow your manual?’
‘I’m not supposed to lend it out. You know that.’
‘Oh, just for little old Honey.’ Ellie fluttered her eyelashes.
‘I’ve told you not to try that Seduction shit on me.’ BB said, pulling back in horror.
‘You can’t be that hard hearted.’ Ellie pouted.
‘I have my weaknesses,’ BB said with a slight smile. ‘But scrawny white girls aren’t one of them.’
‘Go on, Beeb.’ Ellie leant forward adopting one of Honey’s poses, breasts pushed out. 'You’re as excited about this Golden quest as I am.’ It wasn’t entirely true. The rest of the party seemed way more excited than Ellie, herself. ‘You know that if we succeed you’ll have the bragging rights of the year.’
Battle Babe regarded her shrewdly and Ellie thought she sensed a degree of wariness in the Warrior’s expression.
‘Alright, but don’t tell anyone.’ The Warrior reached into her pack and pulled out the book, passing it to Ellie. ‘You get an hour. I have business to attend to.’
Ellie grinned. ‘Thanks, Beeb.’
The big Warrior stood and walked to where the captured Merchant was lying on her side still bound and gagged. ‘Come on Queenie.’ She took up the woman’s rope leash.
Ellie watched them go, recalling how the pair had disappeared into the woods where they had been camping and then how Battle Babe had returned topless and out of sorts when Amanda had drawn on Val.
When Battle Babe returned a little over an hour later she was alone.
Ellie looked up from the Manual to see the big Warrior standing over her.
‘Well?’ The woman said expectantly.
‘Where’s your Merchant friend?’
‘No friend of mine,’ Battle Babe said with surprising force. ‘I sold her.’
‘But she was part of my plan,’ Ellie said.
‘Then you’re going to have to improvise.’ Battle Babe said tersely before turning to address the camp. ‘Ok folks,’ the Warrior announced, ‘our Seductress is about to give us her plan.’
‘Thanks Beeb.’ Ellie stood in front of them feeling suddenly nervous.
‘We need to get the third part of the wand and we know it’s in Thoth somewhere.’
‘Tell us something we don’t know,’ Val said with a sigh.
Ellie glared at her.
‘I have a contact in Thoth who I think might be able to help us.’
‘Yeah, right.’ Val snorted.
‘Let the girl speak,’ Battle Babe said, moving to stand behind the Viking.
‘Like I say, I have a contact…’ Ellie continued, ‘but our first problem is getting in. Thoth is a popular city and we’re not booked. It’s unlikely we’ll get in for a few days unless we have a good reason.’
They all looked at her.
‘Which brings me to the first step of my plan.’ Ellie looked at each in turn. ‘I need a couple of volunteers to be my slaves.’
They continued to regard her.
‘Ok, I’m going to pick one,’ Ellie said. ‘Amazonne.’
‘Me? Now come on Ellie…’ Amanda protested.
‘Honey!’ Ellie corrected.
‘Ok. Honey,’ Amanda said defensively. ‘I really don’t think it’s a good idea, me being your slave.’
‘You‘re a submissive,’ Ellie said matter of factly.
‘Honey!’ Amanda looked around her cheeks colouring.
‘Oh, come on mum, they all know,’ Ellie said. ‘You still have rope burns on your wrist.’
Amanda slid her hands behind her back looking even more submissive. ‘Hey, wait, those are from being staked out.’
Ellie simply smiled at her.
‘Alright,’ Amanda sighed. ‘What do I have to do?’
‘Nothing special,’ Ellie replied, ‘just get tied up and I’ll lead you into the city.’ She grinned. ‘I’m sure you won’t mind that.’ She winked.
‘Ok.’ Amanda blushed a little more and looked at the ground.
‘Good.’ Ellie forced a smile. ‘And Maiko will be the other one.’
‘No!’ Bu-Shi-Doll stepped forward. ‘I no allow it.’
Ellie had expected this. ‘It’s just to get us in. We set her free when we get past the guard on the gate. Anyway, I’m going to need her to get the artefact.’
‘Grandma, please.’ Maiko turned to Bu-Shi-Doll. ‘I want help Ellie.’
The older Japanese considered for a moment then nodded. ‘Very well.’
Maiko looked at Ellie expectantly. ‘Does that mean my chastity belt comes off?’
‘No!’ Bu-Shi-Doll said abruptly. ‘Absolutely not.’
‘Ellie shook her head. ‘Sorry, Maiko, that won’t be necessary.’
Maiko sagged, deflated.
‘We’ll need to get an early start,’ Ellie continued. ‘There’s always a long line to get into the city and when we’re in we’ll need to find the Traveller’s Inn. If my contact doesn't know the location of the artefact we’ll find it there.’
‘And how are we going to pay for lodging?’ BB asked skeptically. ‘You know they use Krowns in Thoth; they’re very protective of their trade. The Gold Pieces we have might go some way to paying for things but only on the black market.’
‘I have a plan.’
‘And are you going to share that plan with us?’ Val said.
‘Need to know basis,’ Ellie shot back at her.
BB’s face cracked into a smile. ‘It had better be a good one. I can get a room anywhere but you’re in for a miserable couple of nights if it doesn’t come off.’
Ellie looked at her and winked. ‘It’s a good one.’
‘Is there anything else you need to tell us?’ BB asked, ‘or is the rest need to know too?’
‘That’ll do for tonight,’ Ellie said. ‘Now someone had better stake me out to stop me getting myself into any trouble.’ She smiled as she said it, wondering if she might have another nocturnal visit from Cordelia.
Chapter 53: The Caravanserai
Having turned her back on Val’s advances, Amanda lay awake listening to the sounds of the caravanserai, the exotic music and the sound of strange languages. It brought back memories of festivals she’d attended with Lucius - local at first and then, as she accepted the lifestyle, more widespread. The most exotic in her mind had been Summer Breeze in Dinkhelsbuhl in Germany. They’d combined this first trip to Europe with a tour of France and the Netherlands. She smiled as she recalled her incredulity at seeing the red light district of Amsterdam; stunned at the naked commercialism of sex and of the freedom to smoke dope in the cafes.
Eventually, she submitted to the inevitable, pulling on her boots and creeping out into the darkness to explore the camp; the spirit of the Adventuress or, perhaps, the call of her younger self. Drawn by the sound of cadence of the voices and swirling music she approached the slave caravan she gathered was due to depart for the south For a Level 2 Adventuress, it was easy to slip past the dark clad, scimitar wielding guards and skirt the slave coffles where naked women lay chained and helpless awaiting the long trek to the cities of the south where they would be sold into a life of bondage and sexual submission.
A previous Amanda might have considered rescuing them or trying to release them but as she passed them she could see them pressed together, bodies entwined, heads between thighs and she recognised the sounds they made; moans of desire and, in some cases sexual frustration amid the click of chains; their scent filled the air, pungent against the other smells of the camp, the unmistakable odour of female arousal.
She willed herself not to be drawn to their envious plights and, as she passed them, felt a chill that made her look round fearing she was being watched. Dropping to a crouch in the shadows, she peered carefully into the darkness but saw and heard nothing to suggest pursuit. Even so, she steered herself away from the slave coffles, stepping over a Kristal and a Jewell who seemed to be chained in such a way they had no choice but to lie with their mouths pressed to each other’s pussies and slipped into the darkness beyond.
As she approached the central fires around which the men sat, she could see, illuminated by the flames, a figure moving in time with the music; that it was a woman was in no doubt from the sensuous movements of her body, the gyrations of her hips and, as Amanda crept nearer, the long lustrous black hair and the slim form with its gently curving lines: the swell of breasts, a slim waist and slender legs. She recognised the figure as a Jasmine; the programme’s stock Middle Eastern slave girl and her mind filled in the huge dark eyes, the prominent nose, and sensuous lips.
This one was performing the Dance of the Seven Veils or something of that ilk and was clearly some way into the routine; Amanda watched as the girl cast off the silk covering her breasts revealing dark prominent nipples. There was a gasp from the crowd and Amanda was drawn in by the spectacle. The silk covering her breasts was the penultimate ‘veil’; a diaphanous cloth hanging immodestly around her waist was the only clothing remaining to her.
Just as she had when she passed the slaves, Amanda felt an envy for her, wishing she could be there dancing in that circle of firelight, the focus of attention of all these men as the flames illuminated her semi naked body. Without thinking her hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her sex wet and swollen.
‘Greetings, Adventuress.’
Amanda spun round to see a figure, a man, dressed in the blue and gold robes of a Slaver and a desert turban.
‘I...' Amanda removed her hand from her sex, glad of the darkness to cover her blushes.
‘May I be of service?’
She could see dark eyes and rugged handsome face, weathered from the desert heat.
‘Er…’
‘It is not often my presence strikes a woman dumb.’ He said with a rich chuckle. ‘Especially one so comely.’
She saw him smile.
‘Saad Al-Saladin.’ He bowed formally, his fingers performing a ritual Salam.
‘I’m Amazonne.’ Amanda bowed slightly awkwardly.
His eyes removed across her body.
‘So I see.’ His voice still carried humour. ‘And you are, I also see, interested in the dancing of our slaves.’
‘She’s very...' Amanda sought the right word and ended uncomfortably with ‘comely.’
Saad laughed, extending his hand. ‘Come. Let us join the festivities.’ He took her hand and led her towards the fires. ‘When a caravan sets out from Thoth it is tradition that we celebrate with such force that the whole desert is filled with joy.’
He guided her though seated figures dressed like him; most were men but she thought she saw a few women among them also dressed in Slavers’ robes.
‘Here.’ He guided her to a low table surrounded by cushions at the edge of the sandy area in which the Jasmine, now devoid of all her veils, continued to dance seductively. Although many continued to watch the dancer, Amanda realised a number of eyes followed her. Seeing them watching, she dropped quickly to her knees.
Saad sat cross-legged beside her. He was, Amanda realised now, extremely handsome.
‘You do not have to kneel for me, Amazonne, you are not my slave and...' His dark eyes shone. ‘If you were my slave, I would have beaten you for placing your knees together.’
‘Oh.’ Amanda parted her knees slightly without thinking. ‘It’s just that I lost my...' She leant in and lowered her voice. ‘…lost my knickers swimming.’
He grinned at her. ‘I have heard of that trick.’ He barked a laugh. ‘In the desert, it is the quicksand that takes a woman’s clothing. She may be recovered but her garments are forever lost.’ He paused with a knowing look in his eye. ‘And only one thing can come of a naked girl in the desert.’
‘Sunburn?’ Amanda said, trying to match his tone. It was a long time since she’d flirted like this, certainly with a man.
He chuckled again. ’I was going to say that she would be enslaved by the next man...' he looked at her meaningfully, ‘or woman, she encounters.’
A man who Amanda took to be a servant or perhaps a waiter in white robes appeared depositing warm fragranced towels before them and Saad exchanged words with him in a language Amanda did not understand. The waiter departed.
‘And you, Amazonne,’ he said. ‘Do you not fear that here in a camp of Slavers a woman of your beauty will not be enslaved in an instant.’
Amanda tried to control her blushes, centering herself. ‘I’m an Adventuress,’ she said quickly. ‘What is life without a little risk?’
‘Well said.’ Saad clapped his hands together, taking up the towel and wiping his face and hands.
Amanda copied him, using the towel to wipe the fine sand from her breasts and pulling down the top of her hastily mended dress as she did so. The manoeuvre was not lost on Saad.
‘You are here alone?’ he asked.
‘That depends on whether you plan to enslave me?’ She placed the towel back in the bowl.
He smiled. ‘You are the one with the power tonight, Warrior Princess; all who see you tonight will fall at your feet and worship you.’
Amanda felt herself blushing furiously and was relieved that the waiter returned with a tray.
‘Did you not think to ask me what I wanted to drink?’ she asked Saad pointedly as the waiter set down a blue porcelain pot with gold inlay and two tiny matching cups.
‘We are Muslims,’ he said, gesturing around himself, ‘even in Fantasia we do not drink.’
Beside the table the waiter placed a smouldering hookah pipe.
‘But you do smoke.’
‘Only the finest hasheesh.’ Saad poured two cups of steaming tea and, still smiling, pushed one across the table to Amanda.
Amanda picked up the cup, leaning forward to display her cleavage and letting her knees creep a little wider. ‘And what do you drink to?’
‘To beauty…to adventure…to profit.’
Amanda frowned.
‘I am a Slaver and that is a form of Merchant.’ He shrugged. ‘Profit must be part of my goal and beauty brings a slaver profit and, as you said, what is life without a little risk?’
Amanda raised her cup inhaling the flowery fragrance and sipping the hot, sweet liquid.
‘And what does an Amazon Princess drink to?’
For a moment, Amanda was baffled by the question. What did she aspire to? To getting through another day…to paying the bills…to watching over Ellie…
The music stopped and she looked over to see the Jasmine lying back with her legs folded under her at the knees as if offering herself to the assembled throng; sand coating her naked body as her chest rose and fell with the exertion of her dance.
Amanda lifted her cup. ‘To unexpected encounters…good and bad…and to interesting times.’
‘May we both live in interesting times...' Saad laughed. ‘In Fantasia at least.’
They drank more tea as a Slaver strode out into the sand and cuffed the Jasmine’s wrists before clipping a leash to her collar and leading her away.
Saad offered her the pipe and she took it with a smile as an Amber took the Jasmine’s place. The Amber was Amanda’s build, voluptuous, big breasted and had a shock of wild tousled red hair; she wore only two silks, white interwoven with gold thread, one across her breasts and the other like a short skirt about her hips although the silk concealed nothing of the lush bounty that lay beneath.
Amanda smiled imagining herself out there, her body moving to the rhythm of the exotic music, recalling a party on a beach in the Balearics where she had removed her shoes and then her bikini and danced naked not caring…
She took the pipe and inhaled deeply, an old, familiar sensation washing over her; this wasn’t just hasheesh, there was heroin too. She smiled beatifically and exhaled.
The Amber was belly dancing as wild music filled the air, her body shaking, breasts bouncing, hips gyrating wildly, the silk of her skirt rising and falling.
‘You begin to understand the beauty of the desert…of a Slaver’s life!’ Saad said expansively, exhaling from a long draw.
‘Perhaps I was understanding the life of a slave.’ She countered, her head swimming delightfully as the music filled her. She reached up and fiddled with the straps around her breasts allowing them more freedom. ‘Are your slaves all ‘standard models’?’
‘Not all but it is hard to be a slave without the…conditioning of the ‘standard models’ as you call them.’
‘Really?’ She gave him the benefit of her large brown eyes. ‘All that tight bondage.’ She emphasised the word ‘tight’. ‘The constant demands for sex…’
‘It takes its toll on those who are not conditioned,’ he told her. ‘The great Gord devoted much of his efforts to developing ways in which a woman might be conditioned. If you are visiting the city, you should attempt to see the palace and the Room of Machines.’
‘If I get that far.’ She drew in the pipe again, inhaling deeply, feeling the drug fill her, push its way to the very limits of her body, fingertips, toes, nipples...
‘And why might you not?’
‘I am a lone woman in a camp of slavers.’ She stood slightly unsteadily, loosening her top and freeing her breasts completely as she strode towards the fires where the Amber was being led away collared and naked now, the silks held in her owner’s hand.
As she walked, Amanda cast off the tattered remains of her dress, letting them fall into the sand and snatched the Amber’s silks from the startled slaver, holding them aloft triumphantly like streamers. There was a moment’s silence, a moment when a hundred pairs of eyes, perhaps two hundred, regarded her with surprise and…disapproval…expectation. For a moment she faltered, considering running into the night but she continued, still holding the silks between her fists; then, in the expectant silence extended her foot, straightening her leg, still, displaying her body with its full breasts and gentle curves…its slim ankles.
One of the musicians began to play and she circled her hips, hands still raised then turned bending forward showing the curves of her body. The other musicians joined the first, a slow sensuous rhythm that allowed her to move sinuously, sexually; she was more voluptuous now than when she’d shed her bikini on that beach but she remembered instantly the thrill and excitement of dancing naked. She may not have been a great dancer but she had been good and now she was an Adventuress with no cares and a Dexterity that meant she was, for her, unbelievably agile and flexible.
Chapter 54: The Adventuress Tamed
As she neared the end of her dance, Amanda knew that every eye on the camp was on her naked salaciousness and her body throbbed with the pleasure of it; that she was gaining Experience helped the feeling of satisfaction and the drugs relieved any fear but far more she danced because it made the men look at her and, no matter how much her rational mind told her how wrong this was she could not help herself just as she could not help herself that night in the Balearics when she had danced for Lucius. Thus she leapt and spun and cavorted, flaunting her body to the cheering, encouraging crowd, teasing herself with the silks and at times using them to entwine her wrists as if she was bound.
She ended the dance with a swirl of silks, dropping to her knees before Saad, not as the Jasmine had done but still with her thighs spread blatantly, her breasts heaving.
For a moment, for just a moment, her resolve faltered, fear gripping her, not a fear that he would take her but that he might not.
He bound her quickly and efficiently, snatching up the silks and pinning her wrists behind her back and then crossing and binding her ankles then he lifted her over his shoulder and strode from the fire.
He carried her between two lines of slaves and she found herself hoping that he would fasten her to the end of the coffle. However, he walked on, ducking as he opened the flap of a tent and carried her inside, depositing her on a soft rug. In a moment he had lit a lantern and she could see the sumptuous surroundings of the silken tent; blankets and cushions forming a bed with a net draped above it; a table and a camp chair; a hookah pipe, a chest…and a small cage from which she could see two pale eyes regarding her.
‘Do you so desire to be a slave?’ he asked.
Amanda struggled to her knees, parting them and kneeling with her head bowed.
‘Yes, Master.’
‘Perhaps I will take you.’
She looked up hopefully and, suddenly, a little afraid; watched him stand and walk to the cage; unlock it. The slave who crawled out had dark skin, almost black rendering her a shadow in the dim light of the lantern; yet her body or, at least parts of it, glistened as it moved and Amanda realised the girl wore chains; a high shiny collar around her neck, rings around her breasts and her nipples, arms folded behind her back, wrists chained to the back of her collar; there was a steel belt locked around her waist and more cuffs around her thighs and ankles; all the cuffs were linked with shiny steel chains; her ankles locked together. The girl came to kneel in front of her and Amanda could see the she was gagged, a steel bar between her teeth that formed part of a cage that enclosed her head, steel bands across her forehead and cheeks; her nose was pierced and chains ran from the ring hanging below it to her nipple rings, more ran down to a ring in her sex.
All the bonds were tight, dimpling the girl’s flesh and Amanda could see no locks as if the shackles were fastened permanently in place; Amanda felt herself tremble at the intensity of the bondage, watching as Saad stood and unclipped the girl’s gag.
‘This and her plug are the only parts that can be removed,’ he explained. ‘Shackle a girl and then allow her to grow into them; feed her, enlarge her breasts; the bonds thus forge her body just as the process of discipline forges her mind.’
Amanda looked at the girl, her flawless dark skin overlain by steel cuffs and chains, so intimately and permanently attached; the girl looked back her irises dark, intense against the whites of her eyes; as if she stared from a prison cell.
‘Pleasure each other.’
Amanda looked at him. She had expected Saad to command her to pleasure him in his tent. When she looked back the girl knelt directly in front of her, her face barely inches from Amanda’s and in a moment, their lips touched. The strange scent and taste of the slave girl filled her mouth and she was aware of the chains running across the girl’s face and the hardness of the rings in her nipples. A thrill ran through her, to find herself performing again even if more intimately and her courage and her desire surged. The slavegirl seemed eager too; hungry for the intimacy; her tongue thrusting into Amanda’s mouth, her body pressing urgently forward with the click of chain despite her restraints.
In a few moments, the slavegirl’s mouth had moved to Amanda’s nipple, teasing it with her tongue and nibbling at it with her teeth; then she lifted her head, pushing out her breasts so that Amanda could take the dark pierced nipples into her own mouth, suckling at them as the rings and chains clicked against her teeth. As well as a ring piercing the nipple, there was a steel collar around the base of each of the girl’s nipples just as there were rings round the bases of her huge breasts; both were tight, pinching the flesh where her breasts had been enlarged once these bonds had been fitted. Amanda pulled at the ring on the base of the slave’s nipple with her teeth but it would not move.
The girl gasped.
‘Will she be punished if I make her cum?’ Amanda peeked at the form of Saad watching her.
‘You will not succeed.’
Amanda felt the slave girl stiffen for a moment and took the opportunity to lower her head taking the chain from the girl’s belt that ran to her clitoris in her teeth and pulling gently even as she pushed with her shoulder forcing the girl back, making her present her sex, arching back so that she lay with her belly up and her knees spread. There was a ring in her clitoris and a dozen in each of her labia, all linked intricately with chains, some to her belt and some to her thigh cuffs so that as she parted her thighs her labia were also pulled apart. The two rings at the rear of each labia were linked to a large ring that clearly protruded from the girl’s anus and beyond were more chains that presumably ran up to the back of the belt.
The flesh of the girl’s thighs was soft, a layer of fat over the firm muscle beneath so that the steel of the thigh cuffs dimpled the flesh and Amanda understood how she had been chained and then fed to make her fit her bonds.
‘It does not matter to you that she will be punished.’ Saad asked as Amanda pushed her tongue into the slavegirl’s sex aware of the way the chains moved across the dark, fleshy labia and pink membranes, pulling and teasing them.
‘I hope you will punish us both, Master.’ Amanda said before running her tongue over the multiply pierced labia making the slave cry out and then begin to writhe and squirm as Amanda probed her already dripping pussy.
It was clear it would not be long before the slave climaxed.
‘Enough!’
The girl’s whimper was almost enough to make Amanda disobey.
Amanda watched as Saad guided the slave girl back to her knees using one of the chains between her nose ring and her nipple; then he knelt behind her, his body against her back, his fingers running delicately over her skin, following the intricate pattern of chains, teasing the ringed nipples and then following the chains down the huge breasts to the rings at their bases.
‘Training a slave is one of the skills of a Slaver,’ he said. ‘Knowing the right tools to use and how to use them. The great Gord, of course, wrote the manual on slavery. The girl’s bonds are infused with magic,’ he said, his fingers gently squeezing the taut flesh. ‘She is constantly aroused but not permitted to climax unless I command it.’
Amanda looked at him wondering why anyone would submit to such a torment.
‘It is not as bad as you imagine,’ Saad said. ‘Not for a female slave at least although they soon come to value the joy of sexual climax and are most eager to reach it given the opportunity.’
Amanda remembered the Wand of Desire and how it had made her feel, wondering what it might be like to wear something that stimulated constantly but to have no means to climax.
‘I hope Ellie finds a cure soon,’ she thought to herself.
Saad’s right hand slid along the chains from the girls’ belt and down to the ring between her legs.
‘Would you like to cum, Fana?’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘How long has it been?’
‘Seven months, Master.’ There was a slight quiver in the girl’s voice.
It was clear that the manner in which Saad was stroking her chains was having a profound effect on the girl, at least as much as when Amanda had been teasing her with her tongue and lips.
‘The chains have been individualised.’ Saad continued. ‘They respond to my presence. When I am near, her pleasure grows; when I touch them it increases further.’
He pushed the gag back between the slave’s teeth and Amanda heard it click into place.
‘I make it a rule not to permit her to climax unless she is gagged and usually only permit it when I penetrate her. I find it keeps her most obedient and eager to please.’
Fana’s eyes sought Amanda’s, wide and white, the need in them clear.
Then Saad commanded her back to her cage.
Saad locked Fana’s cage then walked to the cushioned silk bed, parting the net.
‘Come here!’
Amanda crawled through aware that the caged slave was watching her.
‘I like Fana to watch when I take a woman,’ he said, pulling off his Slaver’s robes to reveal a heavily muscled body. ‘She will see your pleasure and hear your cries and be yet more eager to please me.’
‘What makes you think I will cry out.’ Amanda knelt, looking up at him coyly. The fog of the drug was wearing off but this was now intensifying her desire for him to take her.
He smiled down at her. ‘What makes you think you won’t.’
His cock was straining at the silk of his trousers in front of her and she leaned forward, taking the drawstring in her teeth to undo them before puling them down to allow him to spring fully erect.
He was huge and Amanda wondered if this was something male players paid extra for, like women all seemed to want larger breasts.
‘How may I please you, Master?’ She asked.
‘Does an Adventuress need to ask?’
She leaned forward again and took him in her mouth, looking up at him as she did so to find him watching her. His cock filled her mouth and, even as she took him the half way she could manage easily, she wanted him inside her, hoping that if she teased him well, he would take her by the hair and throw her onto the bed. However, he simply stood with his hands behind his head allowing her to pleasure him. She leaned forwards a little further, forcing herself to take him more deeply into her throat.
It wasn’t the first time Amanda von Trapp had given head and she was well versed in the technique, however, even as she used her tongue and lips she could feel more - the skills of the Adventuress given opportunity to consolidate themselves. She tried not to think how Ellie might have experienced a similar sensation even as the thrill of Experience added to her excitement.
There was a slight cry from Saad and she looked up to see him trembling.
Easing back to gently kiss the tip of his cock.
‘You really are so eager to be enslaved?’ he asked, his voice unsteady.
‘Do I please you, Master?’ Amanda kept the tone in her voice innocent.
‘If you were my slave, I would whip you for insolence.’
‘If I was your slave, you wouldn’t need to.’ Amanda shuddered with excitement. It would be a shame to leave her party, especially when she was going to be playing a slave in Thoth but being taken as a real slave by the caravan would be an adventure in itself and she was, after all, an Adventuress.
She rose up on her knees and used her breasts to tease his drooling cock, touching it with each of her nipples before kissing it and then licking his balls. Then she took him deep in her mouth again using her own skills and those that the game seemed to be providing to tease Saad further knowing somehow that she was close to breaking his resolve.
He cried out again and then she felt his fist in her hair as he hurled her to the bed, parting her legs and burying his cock inside her with such force that she cried out even as she arched her hips up to take his huge shaft as deep inside her as it would go.
That was what she wanted. The resolution not to cry out left her and she found herself babbling. ‘Fuck me, Master. Fuck your slave, fuck her and make her cum. Fuck…fuck…fuck…’
She screamed as she climaxed even as she felt him cum inside her, her huge cock bucking and spurting its hot seed in a way that made her climax even more intense.