Loading...“Let the game begin!” the Gamemaster shouted.
The girl opened her eyes and looked quickly from side to side. One of the warlocks took this as a cue to let out a spontaneous:
“Welcome to the feast princess.” Followed by a mocking laugh.
The girl was quick to join up on that track.
“Fiends! You may have succeeded in luring me here, but no matter what you had planned, what you will get is your end!” She didn’t pause for further theatrics before she began the chant of a basic quick demolition spell while pointing one arm towards the one that had spoken.
“Fire of Truth, Fire of Anger Righteous, burn my enemy by the force of my will.” She did not falter and neither did the Gamemaster, he needed less than a second after this cast to look at his roll and say:
“Complete hit. Warlock Yenok’s basic protection is now at 15%.”
Immediately after this proclamation the warlock closest to Yenok’s right side started a channeled protection spellcast on his exposed ally, the warlock to Yenok’s left began a support chanting.
At the same time the three warlocks behind the girl began attacking her, the Princess of Light, with a combination of shadow, darkness and greed spells. Yenok himself began a chant to rebuild his basic protection.
The girl considered trying to take the weakened Warlock Yenok out of the game, but decided against it. Instead she chose to chant herself extra shielding, to avoid a risk of her powers being tainted and weakened.
For a less experienced gamemaster so many different chants performed at once would have been hard to keep track of, but this one was experienced. He began his rolls before chants ended, so he could give results immediately after successful pronunciations.
This evening’s roleplay was not made for beginners, so there was no room for mispronunciations in the chants, even the slightest flaw would result in an unsuccessful cast and a temporary decrease in total magical power of that player. During tonight’s game, rolls on faulty chants were unnecessary.
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(Earlier that day)
The Gamemaster had spent most of the day at the convention, mainly watching spontaneous public roleplays and various planned competitions. He wanted good players to try his new game-setup experiment, but three of the seven guys he had hoped to do it with had not been available, so his interest in the player activities wasn’t just entertainment, he needed to find three experienced players.
He invited two different guys after seeing them performing skillfully in competitions.
When he scouted for the last and seventh guy he noticed a girl wearing a Princess of Light costume.
She was fully covered in a bright blue cape, or so it appeared when she stood still. The Princess of Light capes had no openings at the arms. Whenever she needed to use her hands what she wore underneath would be revealed through the opening in her cape, created by her arms reaching out.
Under the cape she wore a metal ornamented top and a very short, metal ornamented bottom, on her feet she wore sandals. All in all, the inner part of her costume didn’t cover much more skin than a regular bikini would have.
The Gamemaster saw the girl reach for a drink and take a sip, revealing the sight of her skimpy inner costume for a few seconds. After that quick glimpse of her bare belly and legs he sincerely wished there had been no tables, so people would have had to hold their drinks in one hand all the time.
Some guy who wasn’t even wearing a costume was busy chatting up the girl, apparently trying to impress her with his vast expertise in matters of roleplaying. The Gamemaster recognized him as a player who wasn’t even able to chant for magical shielding, that made him speculate that the girl probably wasn’t sufficiently skilled to participate in his planned roleplay.
Having seen, however, what the girl wore under the cape the Gamemaster decide to risk blowing the evening’s game just to get a chance to watch her without that cape for a while. He didn’t think he would have trouble explaining that for a real life performance, she ought to take the cape off. He could think of several good arguments to that end, especially that she ought to be able to move her arms freely while speaking her spellcasts, for a more dramatic effect.
The Gamemaster moved in and introduced himself.
He was a little surprised by how easy it was to convince the girl to join his evening roleplay.
What he didn’t realize was that after she had been chatted up by a clueless, albeit arrogant beginner for quite a while it was an overwhelming change for her to be approached by a respected, charming and experienced, not to mention award winning, player.
To ensure continued success he was careful not to mention that he had initially planned a Prince of Light for the game, not a Princess.
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(back at the game)
The Gamemaster was quite satisfied with the visual effect of the roleplay as well as the gaming room.
Most of the lighting in the room was from normal electric light, but the lit candleholders along the walls gave a medieval impression that made the scenery more magical.
The gaming room was windowless and rather large. There would have been plenty room for spectators, but the Gamemaster had not invited onlookers, only he and the seven players were present.
He had designed the storyline for this game himself. A battle between one ‘Force of Good’ player and six ‘Force of Evil’ players.
Games with many more players on one team than on the other were unusual in the ‘Forces of Good and Evil’ gaming society and this was his first attempt at creating a game of that type. He felt a bit nervous, but it was a thrill to finally see fully costumed players enacting his game.
‘Hope I got the balance right to keep the fight interesting,’ he thought to himself while expertly rolling dices on the ongoing spellcasts.
The players were positioned near the center of the room. The six evil ones, all guys of the magic type warlock, were spread in a circle around the single girl playing for the ‘Force of Good’.
All present wore suitable costumes fitting ‘Forces’-mythology. The six male players were in somewhat similar sleeved dark monk-like capes, depicting their evil warlock style. They had each brought their own costume, so their outfits were not quite identical.
The Gamemaster was also wearing a monk-like cape with sleeves. However, his cape had a light grey colour, so he stood out in stark contrast to the warlocks.
‘It’s a good thing that all the warlocks are meant to be paying full attention to the Princess of Light,’ the Gamemaster mused to himself, ‘don’t think they would have been able to keep their eyes off her even if they were meant to.’
The Princess, the only female present, appeared half naked amidst the warlocks with their full covering long cloaks.
He had managed to convince her to take off her large blue cape shortly after she had arrived to the gaming room. This in spite of the fact that one of the warlock players had thwarted his initial attempts at convincing the girl to disrobe.
It had been impossible for the Gamemaster to offer a proper rebuttal to the warlocks arguments of how perfectly her blue cape fitted ‘Forces’-mythology for Princes and Princesses of Light.
As he looked at the girl moving on the spot, in tune to her spellcasts. He was grateful that he had found a less verbal approach to that debate.
He had simply asked the girl to enact some spellcasts. She was actually quite adept at accompanying the spell recitals with slow arm movements that allowed for the cloak. However, these movements had caused her cape to open in front, which gave the debating warlock a good view of her inner costume.
After that demonstration the warlock had suddenly had several arguments in favor of disrobing and less against. All those arguments had been based on gameplay and good enactment style. The Gamemaster was sure the motives behind the change in the male player’s arguments had been of a less academic nature, luckily the girl hadn’t seemed to catch on to it.
No guy had mentioned the desire to see more skin, so the girl also had not mentioned a desire to not show so much skin. After all she had brought the costume to the convention herself, it seemed a bit late to have second thoughts.
The Gamemaster had rejoiced internally when the girl had finally hesitantly agreed to take the cloak off for the duration of the game. However, he had almost regretted pushing her to it when he saw how insecure she appeared exposed to the initial stares from the warlock players.
He would have told her to put the cloak back on if any of the warlocks had started misbehaving. But none of the warlocks had made inappropriate comments and after a short while all had begun acting naturally again, as if there was nothing explicitly erotic about her skimpy costume.
The gaming room they were in was not the one with the most exceptional design, but it suited the gameplay and it was all his for the next eight hours, although this game was not likely to last that long.
Two days ago, he had won the award for best Gamemaster of the year for the second time in a row in spite of tough competition. To him, the most important part of the prize was getting twenty hours of complete control of a gaming room each day for the remainder of the convention.
The prestige of being acknowledged as the best gamemaster made it easy for him to convince other players at the convention to participate in his games.
Close to the ring of players a large circular symbol was painted on the floor, a symbol specific for ‘Forces’-mythology. All of the players present recognized it and accepted it as a symbol for binding and draining magic from an unwilling source.
In the middle of the symbol four chains ending in metal covered bracelets were nailed to the floor, one for each hand and one for each foot, evidently placed to chain a person spread eagle on the floor.
The Gamemaster’s initial fears that the girl would mess up a good roleplay were disproved. Instead he was certified that she was actually as skilled as the warlocks.
He was very pleased with how smoothly the game progressed and how even the battle appeared to be.
As the game continued, there were many pauses in chanting, caused by magical cooldown after strong spell casts. All the participating players managed to fill these pauses with comments fitting the roleplay.
The warlocks made evil taunts aimed at the princess as well as strategic requests to each other on how to cooperate on the battle. The princess sprouted hate-filled words aimed at her attackers.
The pre-story for the roleplay was that six warlocks had managed to fool a Princess of Light into teleporting into their midst with false calling magic.
The purpose of the game for the warlocks was to subdue the Princess of Light, in order to drain her magic and share it between themselves. For the Princess the purpose of the game was to kill the evil warlocks who had tricked her into coming there in the first place.
Within twenty minutes, the Princess had gained a noticeable lead. However, all the warlocks were still alive and it was not unthinkable that they would be able to turn the tide.
Suddenly, the game took a turn the Gamemaster had not foreseen, one of the warlocks casted a Cease Magic spell.
When successful, Cease Magic would cause all magic to leave the area for a short time, making all players unable to use magical spells for the duration of the effect. In battles where characters with physical abilities were present a successful Cease Magic would give a big advantage to the team with most physical power.
In this battle none of the characters had any physical abilities, so the Gamemaster had not even considered that any would choose to cast it in this scenario.
The roll for Cease Magic was successful.
The girl hadn’t thought anyone would use Cease Magic either, she could easily have put up an extra shielding against that magic type. At this point in the battle her character had so high magic vigor that many shielding types would have made a successful Cease Magic cast impossible.
As soon as the Gamemaster declared Cease Magic in effect, the other five warlocks and the girl turned to look at Warlock Daro who had performed the cast.
“Dude, we don’t have anyone with physical abilities on our team. Why did you cast Cease Magic?” one of the warlocks asked.
“I just realized something I hadn’t thought of earlier,” Warlock Daro replied with a grin. Then he turned to the Gamemaster and continued, “I’d like a timeout to discuss the effect I think a Cease Magic should have on this game.”
“Ok, timeout it is. What’s up?” the Gamemaster asked. Now that he had had a moment to consider what Cease Magic would do to the story he had made up; he guessed the problem. He chose to let Warlock Daro have the honor of saying it though, after all Daro had realized it first.
“Cease Magic would make this scenario six unarmed men against one unarmed woman for forty seconds. I’d say that six men could easily physically force one girl into the circle of magical draining and chain her in position in less than forty seconds.”
“You’re right,” the Gamemaster admitted, then he looked at the seven players, trying not to sigh visibly. After all the calculations he had done to balance the game it was a bit embarrassing that he had missed something so basic.
“All right, let’s move to the symbol of draining and reenter the game at the point where the Princess is held by chains within the symbol.” Some of the warlocks made affirmative nods, other warlocks just shrugged as they began moving towards the symbol.
“Hey, wait a moment!” the girl protested. The Gamemaster smiled reassuringly at her.
“Chill girl, I wont demand that you let us chain you to the floor. We can just pretend you are chained.”
“That’s not it,” she said, “my character is a willful princess of the light. She isn’t trained in physical abilities, but neither are the six warlocks. She would have a chance to escape the circle of binding for forty seconds. You could at least roll for it. Just assuming that they are successful at chaining her isn’t good game-play.” Having her character in the draining circle this early in game would make it almost impossible for her to win.
“What roll ratio would you suggest, Princess?” the Gamemaster asked politely. He could understand why she would like to grab at even a slight roll to avoid such a sudden turn of events.
“One out of three,” she replied.
“One out of three?” Warlock Yenok repeated indignantly, “It’s six against against one, and your character is a girl. One out of twenty is more realistic.”
Warlock Daro picked up on that thread saying:
“Are you are sore loser or something, Princess? One out of three is just insane. The best odds I could imagine for your character would be one out of six and in my opinion that is pushing it too.”
The girl kept insisting that one out of three would be fair. The six warlocks each had different opinions about what the exact roll chance should be, but the warlocks all agreed that one out of three was weighted too much in favor for the Princess of Light.
The Gamemaster let the players argue a little before he interrupted the debate with his ruling.
“I’ve decided to make a roll of one out of twelve that the Princess succeeds in avoiding being chained by physically struggling against the six warlocks.”
“That chance is way too low,” the girl protested again, “you guys underestimate girls completely.”
The Gamemaster frowned at the girl, he didn’t like when players bickered about his decisions.
“The roll is one out of twelve. Unless you want to replace the roll with an enactment to show us all how wrong we are,” he stated in order to silence her. A couple of the warlocks started laughing at that idea. That made the girl determined to put action behind her words. She didn’t like being called a sore loser one bit.
“Ok,” she said, “let’s act it out.”
“If that’s your decision, Princess,” the Gamemaster replied. He looked at the girl and wondered if she was some kind of martial arts expert since she wanted to struggle with six guys. He did feel, however, that some of the guys had been a bit too cocky when she had demanded a roll, so he didn’t bother to ask her. He figured some of the guys could use a little lesson in manners anyhow.
“Ok, everybody back to positions, so we can start a countdown for real life, real time enactment of the Cease Magic time.” While the players got back to their places the Gamemaster reached into one of his cloak pockets to get his stopwatch. When all were ready he began the countdown to enactment.
“On the count of one. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1!” The moment he reached one, the girl ran in the direction that would take her furthest away from the chains and symbol. The warlock closest to her path tried to grab her by the shoulder but his hand slipped off her bare skin, so she raced past him easily.
The six warlocks sprinted after her. The room was big but not as big as a gym hall, it only took the girl a few seconds to reach a wall. She used her hands to stop at the wall but when she wanted to turn to run in another direction there were warlocks at the wall on both sides of her blocking the way.
The guys were shy about manhandling a girl so they just blocked her way for a few more seconds before one of them stepped forward and grabbed one of her wrists.
The warlock started pulling her towards the symbol and she planted her feet on the floor against the pull, but he was stronger and heavier so in spite of her efforts she was moved forward slowly. One of the other warlocks got hold of her other wrist and helped pulling her, that made it faster.
The girl was not trained in martial arts, but like most girls she had had a single two-hour self-defense class in school. Those two hours with self-defense trainers taught the girls some very simple tricks to escape from dangerous situations.
The only trick she really remembered was how to escape amateur wrist holds.
Since she didn’t have many places to run in the gaming room, she chose not to use her only trick immediately. However, she needed to stall as long as possible, so she slowed the dragging towards the symbol as much as she could by digging against it with her feet.
She didn’t sit to slow their pace further. She was sure that sitting would make the guys grab her upper arms instead of her wrists.
The guys thought they had a sure win with just two of them pulling her. They weren’t wearing wristwatches with their warlock costumes, but they could tell by hunch that it would take less than half a minute to get the Princess to the chains. They would only really need to get one of the chains on her, for her to be unable to leave the draining symbol upon end of Cease Magic.
As soon as her feet reached the edge of the symbol, the Princess stopped digging against the floor with her feet and instead made a fast, forward leap while pushing her wrists upwards and rotating her lower arms.
Her wrists spun in each guy’s hand.
They were completely unprepared for this change in strategy and both her arms got free. One of the two almost tripped over his own legs when he was too slow to adjust to how the backwards pull suddenly became a forward tug.
Now freed she ran straight across the symbol and headed for the wall on the other side of it. The four warlocks that hadn’t been pulling her had been too sure of the situation, they had stayed well behind the two guys pulling, this gave the girl a little head start.
That the four had to run around two guys, who were fighting to regain balance, slowed the pursuit further.
The girl reached the opposite wall with enough time left to avoid being surrounded faster than she could change direction to the side. That bought her some extra seconds of running along the wall before the warlocks surrounded her a second time.
The first guy to grab her wrist this time fell for her wrist-hold-escaping trick too. That bought her about three more seconds before another grabbed hold of her upper arms and pushed her against the wall. A second warlock grabbed one of her lower arms with both hands and yelled for a third to do the same.
This time, they tightened their grip as hard as they could before telling the one holding her to the wall to let go so they could start pulling. The girl attempted to escape this hold too, but her trick didn’t work on such a firm hold.
When they pulled her away from the wall, she sat and used her legs to grab the legs of one of the guys pulling her. This rendered him unable to walk.
The unoccupied warlocks started untangling her legs immediately, but were slow to use all their strength. When they got her untangled and were about to lift her by both hands and feet, they had run out of time.
The Gamemaster announced the end of Cease Magic, he also called an extra five minute break from game to give the players time to cool down and catch their breath.
The girl decided to remain sitting on the floor, some of the guys sat down beside her. The Gamemaster walked to them and spoke to the girl.
“I guess you were right, one out of twelve were too low odds.”
This statement caused everyone to laugh, the warlocks’ laughter partially rose from embarrassment.
“Well you guys were right that one out of three were too good odds. This was a lot harder than I thought. Ten more seconds and you would have had me in chains.” She smiled, feeling pretty good about her feat.
“So what should the odds be if we get another Cease Magic in?” a warlock asked. Some of the guys made suggestions between one out of three and one out of six.
One of the guys, Warlock Kaka, felt certain they would get her chained on a second attempt and wanted a chance to prove it. So instead of stating a plausible probability he made another suggestion.
“Why don’t we try again to get a better estimate?”
“Well,” the Gamemaster replied, “if our princess is up to it we can do another enactment if another Cease Magic occurs.”
The girl thought she had a good chance at avoiding a second Cease Magic and said:
“Sure, could be fun to beat you guys at this a second time.” Then she laughed a bit to wave off the sting of her overconfident remark.
She had found the physical struggle fun, in more than one way. She started thinking back on the chasing and wrestling. It reminded her of fantasies she had had many times when alone. However, those fantasies ended very differently than someone saying ‘time out’ and everyone resting and laughing together.
Thinking of it turned her on. She decided to make sure to stay in the lead and keep proper shields up to prevent any further Cease Magic. She feared that if she got further aroused it would somehow become apparent. Her daring costume suddenly made her feel too visible again.
She had felt naked when she originally took off her cape in preparation for the game, back then she had forgotten about it after a few minutes but now the feeling returned.
After the break, the game resumed. The Princess stood where she had been sitting when Cease Magic ended. The warlocks were once again circled around her. Story wise this positioning occured by them having been thrown a small distance by her magical shields returning after Cease Magic.
The Princess’ first cast was a shield that would prevent Cease Magic from working. Not the most effective shield type for that purpose, but with her stronger magic it would be more than enough to give no roll chance for Cease Magic.
She planned to switch to a more effective anti-Cease Magic shield if her magic vigor would drop later in game. The shield she had cast for now was more strategic for combat at this point, because it would be more efficient against the warlock’s more harmful magical options.
The girl played safe a while, she slowly built up her protection between every attack on the warlocks.
After some minutes she managed to get the warlocks on the defensive. Soon it took all of their combined chanting to keep up a commonly shared magic group shield.
The girl was becoming very confident of her lead.
She saw a chance to win a very big advantage in one blow and took it by beginning the complicated twenty-verse chant for the ‘Explosion of Light’ spell. With a bad roll that spell would bring down the warlocks’ current shielding so severely that she should be able to take one of them out, if she were to follow up with a lightning type spell.
With a good roll, the magic vigor of all the warlocks could get a severe downsizing too.
She recited the first two verses perfectly, before the warlocks reacted on her new strategy.
Warlock Kaka stopped the humming he had been doing to empower Warlock Daro’s repeated shield upgrade casts.
Warlock Kaka began the Mocking Chant.
“Nature talks, pride faults. Nature talk, pride faults. Nature talks, pride faults.” He kept chanting in a steady unchanging rhythm while pointing his arm towards her, keeping his palm open in her direction.
The girl glanced towards Warlock Kaka, but didn’t pause her own reciting.
The Mocking Chant was a unique spell in the ‘Forces of Good and Evil’-universe. It’s effect did not depend on the chanting character’s magical vigor or other abilities. It was not roll dependent either. It only had an effect if aimed at someone while that person was chanting and the effect would only appear if that person failed at proper pronunciation of their own chant.
It was very often used against inexperienced players because they often failed on their own accord, but listening to the taunting rhythm of the Mocking Chant also made it harder for a more experienced player to recite their own spell.
“Nature talks, pride faults. Nature talks, pride faults.”
The girl kept focusing on the rhythm of her own chanting, the key to not fall for a mocking chant was to not fall into it’s rhythm.
Another warlock stopped humming support to a main caster and joined the Mocking Chant, in tune with Kaka.
“Nature talks, pride faults. Nature talks, pride faults.”
The girl had rehearsed the long Explosion of Light recital with an online friend before going to the convention. She had planned to participate in a competition as a Princess of Light and had thought it might be useful for that. However, she found it harder to avoid listening to the rhythm of two people chanting together than one.
The magical effect of the Mocking Chant was to increase the penalty of a mispronunciation. The more people performing the chant against a caster, the stronger the effect.
A third warlock joined the first two. The rest kept working on defensive shielding. They didn’t want to risk too much on a chance that the girl would fail her recital.
The girl tried to remained focused on her recital. She wished she had chosen another shield type for herself. If she would fail at reciting of Explosion of Light with three players casting the mocking chant on her, then the temporary effect on her magical vigor would be immense. With that low vigor her current shield type would be far too weak to be a proper defense against Cease Magic.
She had made it to the eight verse now.
“Nature talks, pride faults. Nature talks, pride faults,” the warlocks chanted relentlessly.
She tried to focus fully on her own cast, but she couldn’t refrain from calculating her chances of resisting a Cease Magic if she should fail. She was sure they would attempt Cease Magic as soon as she did, if she did.
‘I must not fail,’ she thought.
“Nature talks, pride faults. Nature talks, pride faults.”
With only half a mind on her chanting she couldn’t avoid falling into the taunting rhythm of the Mocking Chant. She was at the tenth verse now, she was supposed to say: ‘Power from roots below, I call you here’ but what she said was:
“Power froms, rootbe lows, I calls, you heres.” For a short moment she tried to repeat the sentence correctly.
“Power from roots be…” Then she remembered this was an expert game, there were no extra chances to correct errors.
Her chanting had failed.
She looked at the Gamemaster. She already knew the verdict before he stated the new temporarily low value of her magic vigor as well as how much time would need to pass before she would be able to cast any type of spell again.
It gave a chill up her spine to hear it spoken however.
The three warlocks had stopped the Mocking Chant the moment she had stopped her chanting.
Two of the other warlocks had been repeating simple shield chants over and over during her attempt to cast a long spell. Now that the girl had failed, their team’s big chance at winning was unmistakable. They stopped performing continuous shield upgrades after their next finished recitals.
The last warlock, who had been humming support to them, went quiet too and raised his head to gaze straight at her.
Several of the warlocks had wicked grins on their faces, especially Warlock Kaka who had started the Mocking Chant.
The girl noticed the look on Warlock Kaka’s face, it sent a shock-wave through her belly, straight to her clitoris.
‘Get a hold of yourself girl,’ she thought, ‘he is just happy he gave his team a chance to turn defeat to victory, he isn’t thinking dirty and you shouldn’t either.’ She hoped the trembling of her legs wasn’t visible.
For two seconds all was quiet. Then all six warlocks each raised an arm towards her and began chanting Cease Magic.
Cease Magic was not directional, but it seemed proper to all that they aim at her, because she was going down. Even if by some freaky luck she should resist six casts on the first go, they would each have time for two or three more tries before her general magic cool down would be over.
As soon as the warlocks completed their Cease Magic chanting, the Gamemaster declared Cease Magic in effect. All six rolls had been in favor of the warlocks, but only one Cease Magic could be active at a time, so like last time the warlocks had forty seconds.
This time the guys didn’t hesitate, they all moved forward at once, not giving the girl a chance to even start to run. None of them were planning to try to avoid physical contact by only grabbing her arms.
The sight of three guys in front of her, moving swiftly in on her, made her take an involuntary step backwards which brought her right into the arms of a guy behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach in a strong bear hug and lifted her feet off the floor by bending himself backwards.
The guys in front of her went straight for her legs. One bent and grabbed her right upper leg with both arms as if he was hugging it. The guy next to him imitated that hold. When both had a solid grip they stood up carrying her legs in their arms, thus raising her off the floor.
She tried to wiggle and swing her whole body, but it had no effect, their hold was solid.
The girl could barely breathe. The strong hug around her upper body squeezed hard just below her ribs and made it hard for her to draw in air. The way her upper body was bent into an awkward position made it even harder.
The three guys who held her moved carefully to the symbol. When they were in the middle of it, the ones who held her legs let go after mutual agreement with the others.
As soon as her feet touched the floor she tried to push off from it to throw the guy hugging her from behind off balance. She hoped it would give her a chance to break loose. However, two warlocks supported him so he could keep her balance through all her wiggling, while lowering her to the floor.
He didn’t have to struggle against her feet pushing against the floor for long, the ones who had carried her legs before grabbed an ankle each and pulled her feet out from under her, straight to the chains.
The bracelets attached to the chains were very easy to lock, similar to handcuffs. It took almost no time for the six guys to chain her hands and feet.
By the time she was chained helplessly to the floor there were still twenty seconds left before return of magic. That gave the warlocks a chance to coordinate which magic draining chants each should use as soon as casting would be possible again.
With the aid of the symbol, the Princess’s power advantage was gone. On top of that she would still have to wait for the remainder of her magical cool down to wear off before becoming able to cast spells again.
The warlocks didn’t want to risk blowing an almost sure win, so they spent the time planning. The girl knew she ought to concentrate and plan too, but she had other things on her mind.
For years she had had sexual fantasies of power play, of being dominated by a guy or even by more guys at once. The roleplay of the evening had turned her on to some degree, in particular the thoughts of a lone princess fighting to overcome six evil warlocks.
The physical parts of the game they had played had had an even stronger effect on her. Especially the last fast moments. Six guys picking her up and chaining her completely helpless to the floor had more than turned her on, it had made her mind explode into pure sexual excitement in a way that made it hard for her to catch her breath.
The last twenty seconds of Cease Magic she lay on the floor trying to make herself not think about sex. She could feel her nipples hardening and was really glad that the metal coverings on her top hid that physical response from the guys view.
The Gamemaster declared the return of magic and the warlocks started chanting the spells they had agreed upon.
Shortly after the Gamemaster announced magical cool down to be over for the Princess.
The dazed girl somehow managed to remember a suitable counter-spell. She began chanting that while sincerely hoping her hard breathing only sounded like breathlessness from recent physical exercise. Even with a clear mind her chances of winning were now extremely slim.
All rolls for her spell casts turned out negative, which was to be expected with such bad odds. The warlocks’ spells all succeeded. It only took the warlocks a few moments to drain the full magical energy from the Princess which made the game officially over.
The girl felt a pang of mixed regret and relief that the game was over. She felt sure that she would secretly think of this game later, when she could lay in her bed alone, free to touch herself unseen.
“Great job guys, nice teamwork,” the Gamemaster said to the guys while walking to the girl on the floor. He grabbed a key from his pocket and knelt by her right arm to start unlocking the bracelet on her wrist. He talked to her while turning the bracelet a bit to get the keyhole in sight.
“You did really great too, you would have had them if you hadn’t pronounced the explosion spell wrong. That’s a really hard chant to get right, especially through the Mocking Chant. Risky to use it under expert gamers rules.” He sent her a smile before putting the key in the lock.
She smiled back and felt a bit more relaxed. It had been a good game and she was glad he approved of her contribution.
When the Gamemaster tried to turn the key in the lock it wouldn’t move. He tried a few times then took it out and looked at it only then realizing it was not the right one.
“Oh crap, wrong key. Sorry about this, I must have put it in another pocket.” While he patted his cloak trying to locate which hidden pocket he had put the right key in he spoke on.
“I was a bit worried about how you’d take the end game of this roleplay if you lost. But you’ve been a real champ.”
“What do you mean?” she asked puzzled, wondering if he considered all girls to be sore losers.
“You know, six guys chaining a lone girl to the floor, that could freak some girls out.” He smiled and winked at her, “well, you know what some guys would do with a chained and helpless girl.”
She saw his point and laughed.
“In my dreams yeah,” she added spontaneously.
He paused his search for the key a few seconds and looked at her, scrutinizing her face.
“Seriously?” he asked.
She realized what she had just said and started blushing. If she had been standing she would have started staring at her feet at this point, but since she was laying on the floor looking in that general direction moved her gaze to one of the guys that played warlock. He was looking at her too, so she moved her eyes back to the Gamemaster again. He was still looking at her with a kind expression in his eyes.
‘A guy who can think up great stories like the roleplay we just acted out can’t be all bad,’ she thought. She didn’t quite have the courage to answer directly though, so she just nodded her head up and down in reply.
Earlier in the day, the sight of her costume bikini through the gap in her cloak had been a strong turn on for him, but compared to the rush of blood going to his private parts at this shy reply, that had been like a drop compared to rain.
‘Don’t drop the ball buddy, game is on.’ He tried to think fast. First, he attempted to think up polite and fast ways to get rid of the warlocks so he could reel this chance in. On second thought, he decided to start reeling in first and then get rid of potential rivals afterwards.
In the few seconds it took him to come to this conclusion, the girl had found that staring at another person’s feet was almost as much a relief as staring at her own would have been. Her head was now turned to her left, away from the Gamemaster. She was looking at the feet of a warlock standing in that direction.
The Gamemaster caressed her still chained arm gently to get her attention.
“Girly?”
She turned her head and looked at him again. She was blushing so hard she could feel her cheeks burning.
“You know, we don’t have to untie you at once, if you would like to stay chained a little longer.”
Her heart started pounding, she couldn’t have imagined a proposal like that. In a fantasy she could, but not for real. She had no idea what to say, she would really like it, but she couldn’t truly believe he was serious.
‘He doesn’t look like he is joking,’ she thought. Then she remembered the presence of six other guys, the warlock players. She didn’t dare look around at them to try to figure out what they were thinking. Instead she just talked to the Gamemaster.
“I’m not sure the others would like that.”
He smiled to her again.
“If they mind, they don’t have to stick around. The game is over, remember?” His penis did a hidden dance under his clothes.
‘Yes, score!’ was his private thought accompanying that dance.
The Gamemaster rose to his feet. With a friendly smile on his face he bowed to the warlocks while talking to them.
“Thank you for a well played game Gentlemen, anyone not wishing to indulge to the lady’s wishes are free to leave now with a good conscience.”
None of the guys made a move to leave.
The Gamemaster had hoped most of them would leave, maybe even all six of them. He certainly had not expected all to stay, but part of what made him such a good gamemaster was his ability to adapt roleplays quickly to unexpected scenarios.
“Very well then,” he said. “All players wish to stay in the game. So we are now ready to continue.” He moved a bit further from the girl and started pacing slowly in a wide circle around her, behind the warlocks still surrounding her.
He started narrating a continuation to the original roleplay, making it up while talking.
“The warlocks, strengthened by their new stolen power relished in their victory, feeling their new magic adding to their old powers.” He paused for dramatic effect before going on.
“They soon realized, however, that their defeated enemy was still at their disposal. None of her allies knew where she was. None of them even knew she was in peril. None would come to her rescue.” He gave that phrase time to sink in before narrating further.
“These warlocks, though now mightier than ever before, were, in spite of all their power, still men. Their helpless foe was, in spite of the power she once had, a woman.” Here he stopped and let his eyes move from warlock to warlock, till he had given them all a dramatic stare.
“Would they take more from this lady? Now that they had her powers, would they find other uses for what lay before them?” The Gamemaster became silent a few moments to let the players get back into their roles.
“Their eyes turned upon her. Evil beings, with evil intent. Understanding ever so well how to find ways to please themselves!” He made another break for greater intonation on the next sentence.
“Especially at the expense of others!”
The girl’s mind was spinning harder than before.
‘Oh god, that story, those words,’ she thought. It was better than what she could have thought up at the spur of the moment. She was very horny, she really hoped they would go through with it and do something sexual, not just stop at mere pretend play.
The Gamemaster could tell the girl was into the game already, but he was not entirely sure about the guys, some of them still seemed a bit insecure. He continued a little further to see if he could get at least one guy into the game. He suspected that just throwing the warlock players out of the room at this point might make the girl snap out of it very possibly making her too shy for more.
“They looked at her and what they saw pleased them. Evil always yearns to control and corrupt innocence. This innocent princess was at their mercy.” He got the impression that one of the guys was falling into warlock character, so he gave a strong start cue.
“Who of them would be first to step forward and claim an extra prize?” The one he had noticed stepped forward, but so did one of the others, which caused both of them to freeze in place. They weren’t quite ready to act together in this situation.
The Gamemaster reinvoked the game to get past the awkward moment fast.
“Two stepped forward, would they fight for the prize?”
The warlock who had gotten most into the gaming spirit made the symbolic hand gesture that meant ‘ready for fight’ in ‘Forces’ roleplays. The second warlock realized the roleplay still ran by normal ‘Forces’-rules. He stepped back slowly, primarily because he felt sure that if he should lose and his character got killed, then he would be out of the game and only be allowed to watch at a distance. He was still insecure about the situation, but he didn’t want to miss out.
“One stepped back. One stayed and could be the first to claim the prize,” the Gamemaster narrated.
The winning warlock knelt by the girl. He tried to stay in character, but he had some trouble with that. He felt that in this situation an evil warlock would tear off the princess’ clothing and then jump on her while laughing and screaming: ‘How do you like that you powerless cunt? I’ll ride you like a nightmare. Just try to stop me now bitch.’ However, he didn’t think that would be appropriate right now.
‘Ah, to hell with what a warlock would do,’ he thought to himself after failing at imagining a more suitable evil warlock reaction.
‘What have I been wanting to do ever since I saw her take off that cape and reveal this part of her costume?’
He stretched one hand out and rested it on her belly a short moment. He liked the feel of her soft skin. He moved his hand down slowly and reached the metal covered bikini covering her hips and her most private parts. He let his hand slide on top of it and allowed his fingers to play with the metal ornaments.
He had gotten many good looks at her during the original roleplay. Back then he had figured out how to unhook the metal ornament parts of her costume. In his mind he had stored that information in the category ‘knowledge I will never get to use’. He hadn’t thought he would get a chance.
He unhooked the ornament from her bikini bottom and pulled it away from her, leaving short, colored bikini pants.
He saw zippers on both sides of those. He didn’t hesitate further before slowly unzipping both sides and pulling them away too. She wasn’t wearing underpants. After discarding the bikini bottom he reached out slowly and gently, very much unlike an evil warlock.
He put his whole hand on her pussy, just enjoying the feel. He moved his hand up a bit and let it rest just above it’s cleft, so he could admire it again. He let two fingers slide gently from the top, between the labia back and forth a few times.
The girl shivered slightly, she couldn’t believe what was happening.
‘This is amazing,’ was the most clear thought in her emotional response. She couldn’t stop thinking of the six guys watching what this one was doing. Five other players and one gamemaster.
He put his hand on her belly again liking to be allowed to do just that, especially to a girl he hadn’t even attempted to seduce. It felt a bit unreal to him, in a daydreaming sense. He turned his eyes to her top.
That one had an even more interesting locking mechanism, held together in front by metal ornament only. He unlocked it and pulled the top away from her.
She was now completely naked apart from her sandals. He didn’t care about sandals, however, there was something he found far more interesting right in front of him. Her breasts. Now freed from the top that had been taunting his eyes so much.
He leaned down and took a full nipple in his mouth. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and squeezing it gently between his lips. He moved to her other breast and did the same a while before moving back to the first nipple again.
The sensations from his lips and tongue working on her nipples was more than the girl could take. She had already been driven senselessly horny by the gameplay and the way he had touched her pussy so gently and teasingly. She moaned and tried to talk. At first no words came only more moans.
“Please,” she managed say on a second try, followed by more moans as he sucked again. She tried again.
“Please don’t.”
The word ‘don’t’ alerted him. He had heard that enough times from girls to know what it normally meant. He raised his head and looked at her.
She saw his expression become worried, so she tried to change her wording entirely realizing she started out wrong.
“Rape me,” she said.
The guy didn’t comprehend that she had started a new sentence, he immediately assumed what she said was connected to the first sentence, making it: ‘Please don’t rape me.’ He sat up and withdrew his hands.
“I wasn’t going to rape you.” He was clearly on the defensive now.
The girl feared her chance of living out her greatest fantasy was slipping from her. She decided to be direct for a chance to get her desires fulfilled. She had trouble thinking straight, she was still dizzy from desires stronger than she knew was in her.
“Please fuck me, please pretend to rape me.” She looked around at all the guys pleadingly and repeated with emphasis:
“Please pretend to rape me.”
Her direct plea sent shock-waves through the bodies of the seven males. All of a sudden none of them had any doubts about performing in front of other guys. There was a rushing activity when most of the guys reached under their costumes for their wallets to get their condoms out.
Some of them thought of it as their ‘I know I’ll get lucky one day’-condoms. Two of the guys had long before given up on getting lucky, at least getting lucky without a proper warning which would give them good time to shop for it. By good fortune some of the more confident guys had spares and were willing to share.
The girl, not believing her nerve to ask for this, could only turn her head from side to side to see seven guys in total, all busy in the man’s duty of putting on condoms. Though there were more guys in this room than she had been intimate with in total all her life, she was not unfamiliar with watching the process of condom applying.
Normally when a guy put it on, the pause in erotic activity was a bit humorous and did not really raise sexual expectations. However, the sight of seven guys putting on condoms at her request for sex, woke emotions of horror and expectation in her. She felt the point of turning back was passed now and that knowledge made her desires burn stronger.
Now that she could see their physical arousal with her own eyes, she had no doubts about their motives for staying after the first game.
‘They really want this. They really want to fuck me,’ she thought.
The guy who undressed her was not the first to get his condom on properly. All thoughts of evil warlocks were far from everyone’s minds now, there was nothing making he quickest of them wait for the first warlock to complete his turn.
While the fastest approached her he remembered her words, ‘pretend to rape’. He went straight to business placing himself between her legs. He held his eager member with one hand and pressed it into its goal. With the head inside, the warlock player rested his weight on both hands and used his lower body to press his cock all the way in.
The girl was not a virgin, so she was not unfamiliar with the special surge from the first penetration at intercourse, the special rush she only experienced with the first stroke in, but she had never felt it this intensely before.
‘The impact of a fantasy coming true,’ she thought. Lust numbed her mind, she convinced herself she was dreaming.
‘Nothing real can feel like this, it is not possible,’ she could not believe reality. She thought she had to be dreaming and she wished the dream would last forever. All thought disappeared as he drew out again and began to pump.
Her eyes closed while sensations rippled through her. Her senses gathered somewhat some moments later and she opened her eyes. Seeing the scene around her brought new waves of sexual stimulation to her.
The guy humping her was still wearing his costume, he had only opened it enough to let his cock out, same as all the other guys.
The knowledge that she was stark naked and they were nearly fully dressed gave her a stronger feeling of being delivered at their mercy, this made her body respond all the way to the muscles tightening around the male player’s cock with every emotion ripping through her.
Mostly, a nice guy would try to hold out while fucking, giving a girl a greater chance to get into the sex before it was over. However, six other guys were waiting to give her a go so this one just followed the pace his cock dictated, he didn’t take long to finish.
He was a considerate guy, he moved off quickly when done to let the next move in.
Usually, a guy being done so fast would give her a hollow feeling. Watching the next guy begin to move in, before the first was even on his feet, made the emptiness disappear so swiftly she wasn’t sure it was even there.
The second guy had a different rhythm. She had noticed in the past that different guys fucked in different rhythms, but she had never before been with two guys right after each other. She found that adjusting to a second guy’s rhythm, so soon after the first, was very unlike having one guy change pace during sex.
Sensing the rough cloth of his monk-like costume scraping against her inner thighs reminded her again how naked she was, causing fresh surges of lust to sweep through her. She very sincerely wanted to come, she needed it so bad.
She was not one of those lucky girls who could come from vaginal stimulation only. She needed attention on her clitoris. She knew the guy couldn’t fuck her and bring a finger to her clitoris at the same time. Not the way she was laying on her back with him on top.
She wished one of her hands was free so she could do it herself like she was used to while having sex. She even tried to tug at her chains to see if she could get a hand loose.
It was impossible.
This reminder that she was helplessly chained, unable to get free without their help, brought waves of pleasure to her body. Now her need to come was even stronger.
She wanted a hand free to play with herself, but because she also desired the illusion of rape she didn’t ask to have a hand unchained. Instead, she kept suffering with the need and desire in her.
She moaned and whimpered as each stroke inside her gave her pleasure with no promise of release. The girl closed her eyes again trying to cope.
She didn’t even notice the second guy coming, but she realized he had when he withdrew from her to let the next guy get in.
The third guy went at a much slower pace inside her, and she started to cool down. After the first two guys, her body had kept itself at a high for so long that she felt it was natural for her to cool a bit. The third guy was taking longer than the second, she started to feel impatient.
‘Maybe I should ask them to take a break after that guy,’ she thought. She felt a bit bad about that idea though. After having led all of them on it did not feel right to plan to leave four unsatisfied after only having let three have a go.
She looked around at the guys, all of them were still in costumes. Two of them sat on the floor exhausted from fucking her, one was on top of her and still at it, four stood around awaiting their turn.
She noticed that that she couldn’t see the private parts of three of the guys still standing, they were hidden by their loose hanging costumes. However, the fourth guy had his out in the open, he was stroking it absentmindedly while looking intently at the pelvic motions going on at the floor. She realized he would be next, unless she stopped it.
‘What if they won’t stop just because I say so?’ she had not considered that before, she couldn’t stop them if they refused. The mere thought; ‘They might not stop no matter how much I beg,’ was enough to put her ablaze again.
Her eyes shifted hastily between the four guys still standing. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince herself that they would stop if she asked them to, or if she was trying to convince herself of the opposite.
Her breathing quickened again and she no longer wanted them to stop. She wanted them to go on forever, she only wished she had the courage to ask one guy to play with her clit while another was fucking her. However, she felt sure that these guys had never gang banged before. One guy playing with her clitoris would not be able to avoid getting in contact with the private parts of the guy doing the pumping.
‘I guess they wouldn’t like that,’ she thought and decided not to gather courage to ask after all.
The considerations had cooled her a little.
Her eyes went to the face of the guy currently fucking her. He appeared to be oblivious to everything around him.
‘He sure isn’t considering anything right now.’ His face was distorted in an intense grimace of pleasure and his breathing was heavy and fast. His eyes were closed.
‘Closed eyes,’ she thought, ‘like he doesn’t care what he is fucking.’ That notion made her feel used and made her body heat up with fresh arousal again.
The constant changes in her feelings were wearing her out. Again she wanted out, but the more she wanted out the greater her desire was.
‘I need to COME!’ her thoughts screamed inside her head. She felt the need so intensely it nearly made her weep. The third guy began to come and she felt it was very unfair.
‘This is the third guy getting off on me and I haven’t come even once yet.’
The fourth guy came very quickly after starting his turn. The girl whimpered when he did, she had come to the think of the empty feeling of not coming when she was with one guy.
‘How will it feel after seven?’
Now she wished she could cool down again. She couldn’t handle this much desire, it was burning her up inside.
With the fifth and sixth guy everything was a blur.
Her arousal was churning around inside her and she was becoming a little sore, but being sore didn’t make her less excited. The tiny pain with each in motion just gave her a stronger feeling of abuse which made her feel more helpless, that again made her feverish need to come boil harder.
She needed it to end and she needed it to go on.
The sixth guy came with a groan and she envied him so much she could have slapped him if her hands had been free. He, she couldn’t remember his game name anymore, withdrew from her with a sigh of pleasure.
Only the Gamemaster was left standing now. She looked at him, his light grey cape was closed. He did not make a motion to move in when the spot between her legs was vacated.
He stood, so that he would have been right between her legs if he had been closer, but he was about two meters distance from her feet.
He stood still there. He was a true roleplayer, there was no small smirk on his face showing that he was playing a game but that was what he was doing.
She knew the cape he wore was just a costume, but it made him look so powerful and dignified. She felt confused, she knew he had put on a condom like the rest.
‘Isn’t he going to take his turn after all?’
The he began talking, she realized he wasn’t just speaking, he was narrating again. Like the others, she had temporarily forgotten that the gang bang had started as a roleplaying game, the magic of pretend had been replaced by something real. He brought the game back to her as his voice woke the story again.
“The warlocks ravaged the princess’ body, giving themselves great physical pleasure.” After that line he moved his arm in a slow wave indicating the six resting male players and continued, “but for these evil fiends it was not enough to see their proud enemy defeated and ravaged. They wanted to see her humiliated in her defeat too.” At this point he made an artistic break, lifting one hand to indicate that a new twist would be added to the game line.
“Being physically drained after their abuse of the princess’ body, none of them could be bothered to cause the humiliation themselves.”
The chained girl was worried about the Gamemaster’s repeated usage of the word humiliate. She had felt an instinctive trust in him since she met him at the convention, but she was the princess in this roleplay, so she had to be the target of the unknown humiliation he spoke of.
As a reflex reaction to her worries she tugged the chains holding her. The physical reminder of her helplessness tumbled her mind back into the madness of sexual desire that had tormented her so much already.
The Gamemaster turned his gaze on her looking straight into her eyes.
“So they summoned a spirit, a phantom of the grey nethers, to complete the task.” The girl felt herself shaking even though it wasn’t visible.
‘This can’t be good,’ she thought.
“This phantom had but one order from the warlocks. An order it would gladly obey with soulless pleasure.” The Gamemaster took a single step toward her before continuing. “It’s orders were to make the princess quiver with physical ecstasy in front of the warlocks’ eyes.”
As the girl realized what ‘physical ecstasy’ meant she felt a surge of expectation.
‘He is going to let me come. No, he is going to make me come.’ She felt like she had hoped for relief forever. The Gamemaster, ‘My Master,’ she thought, approached her and laid down between her legs. He took a few moments to find a proper position, he wanted to use both a hand and his mouth on her most sensitive parts.
The girl closed her eyes impatiently while the Gamemaster positioned himself.
‘Finally I will be allowed to come,’ she thought.
His fingers gently pushed the soft skin and flesh protecting her clitoris aside and began a direct assault with his tongue.
She opened her eyes in surprise at how strong the pleasure his tongue brought to her was. She moved her head from side to side slowly, fully enjoying the treatment.
She accidentally glanced towards the six resting warlocks. All of them had tucked their penises neatly away and had readjusted their clothes. Now they were as fully dressed as before the gang bang began. They just sat there completely relaxed, watching the Gamemaster working on her, some of them half laying on the floor.
Suddenly, she didn’t want to come after all. She pictured herself stark naked, moaning and writhing in a wild orgasm with the guys sitting and watching dispassionately.
‘That will just be too humiliating,’ she thought, ‘like for the princess in front of evil warlocks, just as in the Masters story.’ Her thoughts rambled on, ‘but how can I get out now? Should i tell the Gamemaster to stop? Should I beg him? Won’t that be even more humiliating? To have to explain that it is cool to be fucked by six or seven guys I just met, but not cool to orgasm in front of them. What would they think of a girl like that? And how stupid am I to think of an orgasm as something humiliating?’ She felt like an anti-feminist for thinking that way.
Once again she realized that thinking too much had cooled her down considerably.
‘Maybe I will be able to resist an orgasm simply by thinking of unsexy things, that would solve my problem without humiliation.’
She had tried oral sex on several occasions earlier in her life. However much she enjoyed it, guys couldn’t make her come without her actively working her mind towards an orgasm. Even with that, most didn’t have the stamina to keep going long enough. Now she felt convinced that she could easily resist.
The Gamemaster turned his head enough to get his mouth free to speak.
“The princess understood what the warlocks had planned and was convinced they could not succeed, for she would not let them succeed. The called spirit knew better, it knew that the mind cannot control the body once the body is awakened to pleasure.”
Those words instantly broke the coolness her thinking had built up. She got an image into her mind of the captured and ravaged princess facing a new peril. She shook it off fast but it was too late, her body was ready again. Seeing herself in a peril all too similar to the one she had imagined she felt the fever again.
‘How could he know about such fantasies and desires in me? How could he know that exact image would trigger me again?’ she thought in a daze. His tongue got to work again, bringing very strong sensations to her nether region.
‘He can’t have known that about me. That picture came from his own imagination, not just imagination, sexual fantasies. He can’t have known it would turn me on so much, he barely knows me. It must have come from his own fantasies.’
Understanding he was living out a fantasy too, just like her, broke her last self-control in pieces. She couldn’t help making small pelvic motions in tune with her moaning as two of his fingers started moving in her while his tongue kept working her clitoris steadily and quickly.
She could feel orgasm approaching. Remembering how humiliating she thought it would be, she tried to stop it, she tried to slow it with all her willpower. She even tried to move her whole pelvic region away from him on the floor by tugging on the chains. He responded instantly to that maneuver by pushing three fingers inside her with one hand and moving the other arm around her leg holding her in position so his tongue could keep working, squeezing her leg tight between his arm and his head.
‘Oh my god he is holding me by force,’ she thought. That thought set the orgasm off to a strong start, all she could do was ride the wave, unable to avoid making mewing and whining sounds while she kicked and pulled her legs and arms in the chains.
The orgasm subsided after a while and he stopped working her clitoris, he knew how sensitive one of those could get right after an orgasm.
The girl panted heavily all thoughts of humiliation forgotten. She wasn’t really thinking at all just then.
She felt completely satisfied.
The Gamemaster, however, was of another opinion. He still had one arm wrapped around her leg and his head was resting on her inner thigh. His free hand was on her other inner thigh. Her outer labia was so swollen from sexual exertions that her clitoris mound was fully visible without him having to spread her labia with his fingers. He could clearly see that her clitoris was still large and swollen.
He slowly let his free hand glide towards her mound again. When he reached it he moved one finger slowly and very gently down over her clit.
She assumed it was an aftermath caress and relaxed entirely while he let his finger glide back and forth. They lay like that a while.
When her breathing became very calm he felt assured she had recovered from the first orgasm.
He began to apply more pressure to the finger moving over her clit.
She gasped. She felt so worn out, she felt it had to stop now, but she also felt her clitoris respond again.
“Please, it’s enough. I came already,” she protested while thinking, ‘As if he can be in any doubt about me having come.’
“You haven’t had enough yet,” he very calmly replied.
She felt his words denying her the right to say when enough was enough, that made her feel truly overpowered. Until that moment all force had only been in her mind. She had agreed to still being chained. She had asked them all to fuck her, to pretend to rape her. This confirmation that he was willing to apply actual force brought the fantasy back to life.
She felt torn ten ways again. She wanted to stop the game now because she felt she had had enough. She also wanted him to refuse to stop the game if she should ask him to, to show that she was really in his power. She also didn’t want any confirmation that he would force her against her will.
‘I don’t want it to be real,’ she thought.
He kept working her clit, it gave her a strong mix of sensations, part pleasure and part unpleasant jolts feeling like small electric shocks. Her clitoris had often done that in the past if it was fondled so shortly after an orgasm.
She didn’t know how she wanted him to react anymore, but she felt she had to try to ask him to stop.
“Stop,” she whispered, so quietly that when he didn’t react she wasn’t sure if he had heard her. He kept massaging her most sensitive spot and she repeated herself making sure to be clearly audible this time.
“Stop.”
He didn’t falter his massage the least bit, but this time he let her know that he heard her.
“No,” he said in a calm and actually rather kind tone.
That word sent even stronger electric currents through her than his massage did. Now she was scared, but not half as scared as sexually aroused. She still wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she kept trying to convince him.
“Please stop,” she panted and tried to move from him again. His arm around her leg gripped tighter and she had no energy left to try to pull herself back and forth by the chains to shake his finger of her clitoris even for a moment.
“I came already, I can’t take anymore,” she pleaded. The sensations made her feel like she was dreaming again. He didn’t reply, he just kept massaging mercilessly.
‘I am being forced,’ she thought, ‘I am speaking against it and he is forcing me.’ It felt unreal, she couldn’t believe it was happening. She considered screaming to make him realize she was serious, but she wasn’t sure if she was serious anymore, so instead she whispered pleas of being allowed to rest.
“Please, I beg you. No more.” Some of the words came out as moans. Soon she lost her sense of independence and started begging like a slave.
“Please, I can’t take it, please let me go, Master.” In her feverish state she didn’t notice that she had started calling him by her own secret denomination of him. Master, not Gamemaster.
“Please Master, let me go, Master. Please.” Now that she had started begging she couldn’t stop. She felt he had taken charge of her, she was so dizzy it became unimportant for her to tell imagination and reality apart.
“You own me. I belong to you already, please stop.” She didn’t really know what she was saying before she heard her own words with her ears.
“You conquered me, please don’t hurt me.” As the next orgasm began to build all she could say was:
“Please, please, please.” She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or continue anymore. It didn’t matter, he kept going. She had had orgasms closely after each other at other times, but she had never before had a second orgasm this slowly after a huge one like the first he gave her. The jolts she always got if someone touched her clitoris so shortly after a huge orgasm were so close to discomfort that she had always told guys doing it to stop.
No one had ever forced her past that point before.
The second orgasm lasted much longer and felt entirely different. It was strong, however, and it blew her mind.
He kept massaging her clit until the after jolts became so strong that they were clearly visible.
The girl was past protesting, she felt total surrender to this man whom she felt had mastered her body. Unquestioning surrender. She lay entirely still while her breath slowed steadily till she breathed almost like a sleeping person.
The Gamemaster watched her clitoris like before. It had shrunk dramatically during the second orgasm. He watched as the small mound became smaller and smaller. Soon he had trouble guessing where exactly the clitoris was just by looking.
He gently rolled his finger over the are. The formerly distinct knob had shrunk so much that his finger couldn’t find it. That convinced him she had really had enough now. He was struck with a pang of regret for not fucking her silly while she was still horny. He had never fucked a girl under such circumstances as these.
He let his finger pass down towards her opening and caressed the entrance gently. He could feel the whole area had tightened. She was still lubricated from all the juices she had produced while horny, but he was sure that if he fucked her now she wouldn’t get any pleasure from it. Most likely it would hurt her a bit, if not more.
For a few seconds he felt tempted to do it anyhow. His cock was fully erect and his balls felt tight and full. Watching her get fucked by six guys, seeing her so horny and unfulfilled, had been the greatest turn on in his life. To have made her climax, first voluntarily and second with protests which he wasn’t entirely sure had been meant as play had surpassed even the experience of watching.
His cock was telling him that fucking her now would make it all even better. No matter if she cried with pain or simply fell asleep with him on her. However, those thoughts only lasted a few seconds before he got a grip on himself.
He got up on his hands and knees and maneuvered himself up towards her head so he could look into her eyes. They were closed, but opened when he started talking.
“I think you have had enough now.” He smiled at her now that she was looking straight up into his eyes. Seeing his smile woke her from the half hypnotic state his actions after her first orgasm had put her in.
She smiled back a moment but then got bewildered.
“But you haven’t…” She didn’t know how to continue. Now that the sexual tension had left her she didn’t feel like saying ‘fucked me.’ She tried again:
“You haven’t.. ehm..” She paused and took a breath.
“Not yet, you haven’t.. Don’t you want to?”
His cock was screaming to him, ‘YES, yes I want to,’ but he had already decided this was not a time to act on selfish primitive desires.
‘I have never forced myself on any snotty bitch of a female who didn’t want me to. So I sure as hell am not going to do it to this sweet girl,’ he thought to himself, ‘especially not after the way she so trustingly delivered her fantasies and herself too, to me.’
“No, it’s ok.” He smiled even wider to her and then continued, “I was hoping that maybe we could play again another time and catch up to that part.” She didn’t need time to think of a reply.
“For you Master, any time.” He kissed her on the cheek before he began unlocking her chains, with the right key this time.
When he had freed her he gathered the pieces of her costume the first warlock had taken off her and handed them to her. While she dressed he found the cape part of her Princess of Light costume which had been discarded prior to the initial game.
She took a while to get the bikini on, her hands felt weak and trembled. When her inner costume was on the Gamemaster covered her with her blue cape. He helped her gently to her feet. Now he realized that getting a room with a king size bed in the convention building itself was also a really useful part of the prize for winning the Gamemaster award.
The girl’s legs were still a bit shaky so he held an arm around her while guiding her out of the big room. He knew it would be hard to cuddle her all night without having sex, but that was a risk he was willing to take for a chance at more in a later future.
Just before the door shut behind them the girl heard one of the warlock players speaking to one of the others.
“I don’t care how much fun playing a good wizard of nature can be, I’ve made up my mind for good. I’ll never play anything other than the evil side in roleplays. Ever!”