Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/1ifqj5a/the_ruins_of_arsgorlai_part_1_fffm_fantasyworld/

“Everyone, today’s the day. But first — we need to set some ground rules.”

Mina could barely focus on the small archaeologist droning on about safe excavation techniques, history lessons and the like. All she could think of was the sight of him bound and fucked, his shrew of a wife watching helplessly while it happened. 

It felt like a fever dream, the events of the night before. Mina saw something she shouldn’t have – in the morning, she wondered, as she emerged from her tent, if they knew, but it didn’t seem that way. They nodded curtly to her, set about preparing for the day, which was of the utmost importance.

Today, they entered Ars-Gorlai.

Her eyes probed the rest of her band, who all looked just as bored as she did. Even the other archaeologists — the duo of creeps known as Phineas and Talia, who rubbed Mina the wrong way constantly — were staring about, lost in their own daydreams.

She stole a glance at Eivor, who stared unabashedly back at her captain. The black war paint she favored, which coaled over the tall, beautiful Northern woman’s face and eyes, made the deep blues of her irises glitter.

Mina’s thoughts wandered to the night before, when Eivor tied her down and dominated her, the taste of her underwear in her mouth, the feeling of Eivor’s strap-on inside of her, deep and sensual. How amazing it was —

“Mina? Anything to add?”

“Hm?” she asked. Abel’s lips pursed, tight with scorn.

“Anything for your band of…professionals before we enter?”

“Oh…no, nothing,” Mina said. “Follow Abel’s orders on what to touch and not touch. There could be some nasty stuff in there, so please keep your hands to yourselves…if you can,” she added.

“No, not if you can. Don’t touch anything at all,” Abel said hotly. He adjusted a giant backpack, half as big as him, on his shoulders. “We have zero clue as to what Gorlai got up to in this wretched place. We might discover some disturbing things and dangerous contraptions which, last I figured, would be powered by magic, which we don’t want to deal with.”

Anger pulsed in Mina’s heart, her jaw stiff. “We understand.”

“Surely,” Abel huffed. “Now, for the plans — we will send ahead a small group to scout the ruins first. It will be myself, Brielle, Talia, Mina, Byron and Eivor. Phineas, Tig and Holden, please remain outside for the time being. We will call you in upon requests for books, locks or graves, respectively. Everyone else — gather your bags, we will enter in ten minutes.”

The group dispersed, Tig and Holden glum that they wouldn’t enter, but Phineas slithered up to them with some engaging words, which they shared. It bugged Mina that, with the exception of Byron, her resolute lieutenant, no one else seemed bothered by Phineas and Talia. 

She found Eivor leaning against a small post, and walked up to her. Her heart started to hammer in her chest, and she blushed, the heat rushing to her face.

“Informative,” Eivor said coolly.

“Most definitely,” Mina said, sauntering over, flaunting the movement of her hips. She was wearing some dungeoneering gear — tighter, form fitting leather with lots of pockets, thick-soled boots that were more practical than sexy, and a big scarf around her neck to protect her from dust, if necessary, along with a backpack and some other materials that were good for an emergency. 

Eivor was dressed more or less the same, though she carried a large axe that was just as good for hewing boars as it was for trees. Mina saw how well the outfit complemented Eivor’s muscles, and she thought again of how powerful Eivor felt when she pinned her down, shoved her underwear in her mouth and fucked her —

“How did you sleep?” Eivor asked. 

“Very well,” Mina said, feeling coy, beating the memories back. She could be a horny mess later. She ran a hand through her thick, red hair, letting the volume spill down her face. “How about you?”

“Good. I was satisfied with the day,” Eivor said. “I hope you were too.”

“Of course. It’s a pleasure traveling with you,” Mina said. “I hope we can do it more often.”

Eivor frowned, and she could see the Northern woman parsing the language — it wasn’t her native tongue, and Mina guessed she was trying to figure out if she was referring to the sex or not. To clear it up, she walked up and ran her hand along the tall woman’s back, stared deeply into her eyes. Eivor’s face flushed, and any pretense was gone of subtlety.

“I will come back tonight,” Eivor said, her voice dropping low. “Be ready for me. Or not. Up to you.”

“Before or after your other escapade?” Mina asked, batting her eyebrows. “I think he deserves some more strictness.”

“As you wish,” she growled. “You may join, if it pleases you.”

“Eh, I don’t think so,” Mina said. “He’s not for me.”

“You can take his wife. I see how she looks at you. She is jealous and hungry,” Eivor said. “She has said as much. Own her.”

“Really?” Mina asked. From the way Brielle looked at her through the trip, she thought the woman hated her guts. 

“Yes. But we will talk more later,” she said as Abel and Talia came to join them.

“Are we ready to embark?” Abel asked. 

“As we’ll ever be,” Mina said.

“Good. Because we need to move soon. I don’t want to be in there after nightfall if we can help it.”

***

The entrance to the ruins were like a yawning mouth, spread into the darkness. The expedition group all watched the front like they were waiting for something to pop out, the tension in the air dancing on their nerves. The darkness within seemed almost preternatural in the mid-morning light, which bathed them warmly, the best day of their travels so far.

Mina wasn’t bothered by what she saw. She’d been in far worse places and predicaments than this. This was nothing. But Byron, on the other hand, looked queasy. Phineas had told them his feelings of unease would let up, but it seemed like that wasn’t the case. He looked relaxed, almost bored, but the nauseous sheen on his face and trembling hands told Mina otherwise.

It’d taken them nearly twenty minutes to get the front door open, which required Tig spending most of her considerable talent on cracking a simple lock that rusted away as soon as she won her battle. They watched it crumble, as if it were aging decades in seconds. Tig excused herself after that, and Mina caught a hint of unease in her voice as she walked away, motioning to Holden.

And now, with the gate open, what was there to do? It was the size of a large double-door frame, big enough for two people to walk side-by-side.

“Well, I suppose I should lead the way,” Abel said. He adjusted his pack and took a deep breath. He also seemed affected. “Everyone, please stay close behind me, and once again — don’t touch anything.”

He braced himself, took a few small steps forward, and stepped over the threshold. He waited for a moment, then motioned for the others to follow him within. 

Mina looked back to her crew, standing around at the tents, watching them curiously. She waved to them, turned to Byron, took a deep breath, and followed Abel in.

The darkness enveloped her like a cool blanket. She gasped at the sensation of the cold on her flesh, which erupted into goosebumps. She couldn’t see Abel, and fumbled for her first tool — a stick, covered in some pitch.

“Abel,” she whispered. “Where’s your light?”

She struck a flint across the tinder, and her torch lit. She gasped.

The room was beautiful. Roughly hewn from the stone though it was, the detail was exquisite, gorgeous, antiquarian. Tables lined the sides of the room, and a set of stairs ahead of her descended deeper into the bowels of the fortress.

Abel was kneeling in the middle of the room, trying to strike his own torch. He was cursing and muttering under his breath, his efforts futile.

“Here,” Mina said, giving him some flame. “What is this place?”

“Antechamber, more than likely. A little reception area for visitors. You can see here,” he pointed to the tables, “would be where customs officers sat, while people filed in.”

“Customs?” Mina scoffed. “Like for countries?”

“Precisely,” Abel said, while the rest of the group filed in. “In their heyday, wizards such as Gorlai had complete autonomy over the workings of their fortresses. Some had thousands of people working in them. They could be completely self-sufficient — food production, populace, government, they had it all. Even, in this case, papers for travel.”

“What a place,” Brielle said, her eyes lighting up. This was almost the happiest Mina had seen her, second to getting fucked by Eivor, who seemed to pretend not to notice her.

They descended the stairs of the musty fortress single-file, Abel in the lead. It smelled stale and musty within, but there was also a sense of bated breath from the place, like it was waiting for something. The silence that reigned was fragile, like it navigated some sort of invisible tension line that was waiting for something to snap it.

The next area was a wide-open, massive square. They’d walked for nearly 10 minutes, descending low, until this point. The ruins of broken stalls leaned around them, with signs in a language they couldn’t read.

“A market,” Abel said. He grasped a small pot and inspected it, opened the top, peered inside. “If I had to guess correctly, this all probably collapsed when Gorlai lost his power. The people who once made a living here either died or fled. A pity, but the goods are still here — an excellent discovery, to be sure.”

He stuck his finger in the jar and pulled up an amber, sticky liquid he promptly stuck in his mouth. The scent of it was rather pungent, like thick cloves and peppermint. Mina gagged, her vision swimming, and was treated to visions of what else he probably got up to in his spare time.

“Don’t be crass, it’s honey,” Abel said. “Doesn’t spoil if the container is sealed right, which it was.”

“Doesn’t smell like honey,” Mina said. Abel shrugged. 

“The bees were probably pollinating mint-like plants, which are around the area. Regardless, it’s safe to eat. Would anyone like some?”

No one jumped at the opportunity.

“Suit yourselves. Now, there’s a few different passages, seems like, around this market. I suggest we each go in pairs and investigate, see what we can find. Archaeologist and hired muscle pairings — let’s say myself and Bryon, Talia and Eivor, and Brielle with Mina. Sound good?”

Byron looked like he was going to chew Abel’s nose off, but no one complained.

“Then let’s disperse. Meet back here in at most two hours. If you find a dead end, leave it. We have a lot of ground to cover.”

***

Mina and Brielle wandered within Ars-Gorlai, choosing lefts and rights at their leisure, not guided by anything except the instincts of Brielle’s scholarly intuitions and Mina’s thieving passions. 

But all they had to show for their efforts were a few bits of broken pots, some carved wood and a little clay doll.

“I’ve never been so thoroughly disappointed,” Brielle said, slumping against the wall. Her own outfit was tight in all the right places, and she pushed a sweaty strand of hair out of her face. “We’ve almost gone through every door we’ve found. It wouldn’t shock me if this wing was the smallest part of the whole place.”

Mina admired her as she leaned her head back, exposing the soft lines of her jaw, her blonde hair, her throat. Her face was often pinched, and angry, but here in her element, she was soft, easygoing, beautiful.

A sudden ferocity overtook Mina in a moment, her vision blurring. Oh, Mina wanted to grab her by the hair and throw her down, shove her fingers in her mouth and her pussy, and take her right there, listen to her scream in a way that she never would for her husband. 

If Eivor was right…

“Let’s try one more room,” Mina said. “Can’t hurt.”

Brielle nodded and held out a hand. Mina pulled her up, and the two were close, their faces inches apart. They both froze, their breath catching, and Brielle hurried along, a flicker of confusion passing along her face.

They pushed the last door, with a heavy handle, and it was locked. Mina cursed and picked at it with shaking hands, her heart still pounding from the fantasy and the contact. She could feel Brielle watching her, having the same reaction. 

Finally the lock dropped, and they entered what could only be described as a workshop. Benches lined the walls, torches were set in the braziers, and tools were scattered about, as if the person who was using them had just walked away.

But the materials on the workbench were unrecognizable. Mina lit the braziers, gave them more light, and took in some of the materials.

“Oh, my,” Mina said.

These were, in no uncertain terms, tools of the kinkiest variety. Buttplugs, handcuffs, whips all covered several of the workbenches, along with things Mina couldn’t guess as to their application. One was a small, green ball decorated with red studs. Another was a disk, covered in gold filigree, and another was a metal that shimmered like cloth.

“Wow,” Brielle said, so gently, so quietly. She was feet from Mina, in front of this bench, and her eyes, full of a cloying, hot need, were focused on the thief in front of her. 

Mina’s heart hammered in her ribcage. Her lust was uncontrollable. She was seconds away from grabbing everything on the table and putting it to work, the minty smell of the workroom full in her nostrils —

She froze.

Minty.

“Brielle,” she breathed. “I think that's an aphrodesiac.”

Brielle didn’t seem too entirely affected, but she was panting, like she was overheating.

“What?” she asked, falling into Mina’s arms with a giggle. Mina felt Brielle grab a handful of her ass, and she froze. “I just smell mints.”

“Whatever Abel opened, I think it’s the same stuff —” she grabbed the pot from under Brielle’s arm and opened it. The smell smashed into her, despite it only being a small residue within, and she staggered, the pot falling from her hands and smashing on the ground.

Mina couldn't believe it. Brielle was right there, ready and so, so willing to be taken. Mina bet Brielle would’ve grabbed anything at the table and used it on herself, immediately, if asked.

“Can we stay?” Brielle asked, untying the front of her clothes. “We have some nice alone time, and so many toys.”

“Brielle, I –”

“Come on, please,” Brielle said, her voice taking a little whimper. “I’ve been dreaming about you this whole time. I couldn’t stand it, how beautiful you were. And when you saw us last night, watching while Eivor took me like a whore, I wanted you to join in so badly. I almost cried when you left, I was so disappointed.”

She was feet from Mina — when had she moved?

“Everything here should be safe, and if not, who cares? As long as I can cum,” Brielle said. “Carry me out over your shoulder. We’ll fix it later. I don’t care if everyone knows I’m a whore. Maybe they’ll all take their turn with me.”

Mina was so horny her body hurt, so beyond wet that it didn’t matter.

“This is me,” Brielle said, pushing Mina down. “I’ve fantasized about you, came to the thought of you touching me at least ten times. All the different ways you can destroy me, I’ve thought about. Show me what you feel like, please."

Brielle leaned down and pressed her lips to Mina’s, and shoved her tongue inside Mina’s mouth. Mina gasped as Brielle grabbed her hand and shoved it down her pants, into her wet, hot pussy. Mina felt her hand get so wonderfully slick in an instant.

Get up, you stupid horny bitch! Mina wanted to scream at herself, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Not at all.

She snarled and pushed Brielle back. They careened into the workbenches, and half of them came tumbling down, all the materials flying about.

“Oh my wo–MMPH!” Brielle cried out as Mina grabbed a cloth from her bag and shoved it in Brielle’s mouth. She tied her hands above her head in an instant next, and took her knife to Brielle’s clothes. She squealed in delight as Mina ripped the fabric off her body, exposing her beautiful, perky tits and her hot vagina.

“You want to play like a whore?” Mina asked, baring her teeth. “You want to come onto me and pretend to be an innocent little slut who wants more than her husband can give her? No, you’re going to get punished for that.”

Brielle leaned up, her eyes so desperately horny, and Mina wrapped a hand around her throat and pushed her face into the cold stone below. She entered Brielle with two fingers, massaging the inside of her pussy, penetrating her with slow, deliberate intent. Brielle’s legs rested on Mina’s shoulders and she moaned into her gag.

“Yeah? You like that, you little whore? No dicks to be found here, only a woman who can give you whatever you want, all you have to do is beg for it like a stupid little slut,” Mina snapped, an inch from Brielle’s face, who whimpered into her gag. Mina was fingers deep in her own pussy, rubbing her clit, feeling the hot, sharp pleasure that raced through her nerves.

“I’m not going to let you cum for me here. No, you’ve been giving me attitude this whole expedition, so I’m going to make you wait to cum until tonight, when I can fuck you properly. But I will take my time and use you like a whore in the meantime, but if you cum I swear the things I’ll do to you.”

She gyrated harder on Mina’s fingers, while Mina looked around for anything to —

Something moved. The little ball with the red dots.

For a second, Mina stared at it and watched it roll toward them. Brielle was too deep into the events to notice.

It exploded upward, propelled by an unseen force. Mina went to yell —

It stopped in her mouth and expanded, forcing her jaw upward. She cried out, went to pry it out, but it was stuck fast.

Small filigreed straps emerged from the sides and wrapped their way around her face, over and over. They slammed her eyelids shut and wrapped over her eyes, around her chin, behind her ears and through her hair, braiding within. The ball elongated into her mouth like a cock and pressed against the roof of her mouth.

She clawed at it desperately, but the filigree wound down her arms, to her wrists, and they were wrenched behind her back. She could feel the thin fibers weaving into delicate patterns while they bound her hands behind her.

The cock in her mouth throbbed and pulsed, like a man’s did when —

Oh my.

What came out was the single most tasty thing she’d ever had. She couldn’t even describe it, in her lust-maddened state, like goodness made material. She ran her tongue over it and it throbbed some more, and she went mad.

Mina would get more, whatever the cost.

“Mina, wow, what a toy!” Brielle said. Mina couldn’t see her, but her ass was up in the air, exposed to the cold. She sucked on the cock in her mouth, begging it to give her some more. If she didn’t get any, she felt like she was going to explode.

“Mohr!” Mina moaned, pulling on her restraints, while her own pussy dripped, so hot and aroused.

“Well,” Brielle said. “If we’re experimenting, let me try –” she gasped, and Mina heard her crash into more things.

“That’s…amazing!” she heard her say, breathily. “But it’s…oh fuck it, punish me later, but I need to use this now.”

And something entered Mina. It flared out gently, massaging everywhere at once, the texture rubbing both within and on her clit.

Mina screamed, it felt so fucking good. Eivor didn’t even come close to what was happening here.

She hit a spot with her tongue, and the cock in her mouth throbbed again, and ejected more of the liquid. Mina moaned into it and swallowed, so desperate and horny and –

The heat built up. The pressure was intense. It was too much.

Mina came, and screamed, while Brielle slammed down into her.

“Oh, good slut!” Brielle laughed. “That was — wait, I can’t…wait!”

She felt Brielle tug, but that made her strap on flare out, and another burst of pleasure rolled through Mina. Mina gurgled into her gag, wondering what was happening.

“I can’t pull out! Why – what is MMMPH”

The filigrees lashed out from Mina’s hands and snaked their way up Brielle’s. She tried to pull away, only to be yanked back down, wrapping around her face like ropes, blindfolding her and binding her to Mina, while Mina lay on the ground, penetrated.

“MMMPH,” Brielle yelled, and they both collapsed to the side. Mina tried to pull free, but couldn’t.

They were trapped, and Brielle was stuck fucking her, gagged herself, by the sound of it. Every time one moved, both women were fucked by whatever was inside of them both, and they both were loving it.

“Well, well, well,” a soft, familiar, feminine voice said. “What do we have here?”