Chapter 2 - Splitting The Party

The lights were dim in the isolated college room, the space almost completely silent. At a distance it seemed like nothing was happening. But among the five people inside was a star volleyball player, Ruby Torino.

As she sat with her head flat against the tabletop, her mouth slightly agape, her body subtly rocked back and forth in her chair. It was as if something was gently shoving her backwards and forwards in succession, drool trickling out of her mouth, her face scrunched up slightly in vexation. However she was fast asleep, and she wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.

***

“MMMPHHH! MMPH! MMPPHHH!” Tessa’s screams were muffled by the goblin cock completely filling her mouth. She was hanging upside down with her arms and legs above her, wrists and ankles bound together and suspended from roots in the ceiling of the cave. Her neck was bent back as far as it would go, a rough length of rope tied around her throat and held tight by the goblin face fucking her. It didn’t let her move away from its disgusting green member, the other hand gripping one of her tits under the black top to steady itself and swing her back and forth.

There was something of a tug of war between this one and the two at the other end, one of whom was sitting on her stomach with its legs hooked around her thighs and the other standing on the floor with its claws dug into her hips. The one on top was going at its own pace, fucking her pussy through the fishnets like its life depended on it, wrapping its arms around her stomach to stay on and continually biting her bare midriff, seemingly out of pure ecstasy.

The other had its cock in her ass, spearing her like a kebab, only every time the one in front dragged her in by her neck and tit, the one behind popped out of her asshole and had to pull her back a moment later, ramming itself inside again. The result was the poor genassi being tugged back and forth like a piece of meat, while her pussy was pounded at double the pace from the disgusting creature riding her stomach.

“WAAAAAAAA!” She wailed loudly as the green cock temporarily slipped out of her mouth, but this only inspired the horde surrounding her to pacify her with a round of flogging from leather straps they had clearly salvaged from unlucky adventurer’s clothes. Indeed, there were dozens of the creatures, screeching and hissing in an uncontrollable fervour. She knew they all wanted a turn, and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop them. She didn’t see where they had taken Ezmerelda, but the bigger goblin (who had enjoyed her body privately before handing her over to the horde) had disappeared as well. It seemed it had taken a liking to her blonde friend more than her…

***

GLUK, GLUK, GLUK, Lian’s wet throat hugged Rhistel’s huge cock, her eyes watering as her lips struggled to surround his meat. Her face wore an expression of fury and hatred, but he had full control over her, his hands gripping her dark purple horns and using them like handles. He used her mouth like a fuck toy, bouncing it up and down as fast as he wanted, jamming his cock deep inside her and making her gag, not caring whether she breathed.

It was close to midnight, he was sitting on the stump of a felled tree, the full moon illuminating his act of pleasure. Lian’s red silk robe was bunched up between  her thighs, putting her long, smooth legs on display as she kneeled with chains around her ankles. The slit in the side of the robe had been torn further up, revealing more of her ass than it was meant to, the skin still bruised from the goblins’ merciless caning. Her arms were still uselessly trapped behind her, flailing around as he choked her again with his elven meat.

“Nothing like pleasuring yourself with a tiefling, you’re such naturally submissive creatures.” Rhistel mused, half moaning as he pressed his cock against the back of Lian’s throat.

“Still though, it doesn’t beat elven pussy, that’ll be the main course. Right Kate?” He called out to the blonde warrior across the clearing behind him. Kate watched silently, her thick metal collar chained up high to a tree branch, making her stand on her toes in her pathetic rags, her arms locked up behind her as well. The man had never heard her name yet he still knew it, and she knew why. She knew it was actually Aaron, somehow he was controlling all of this.

She may not have been the smartest girl but she had learnt by now that trying to talk to Aaron would only lead to further misfortune. Perhaps it was her lack of intelligence that allowed her to more easily accept this new state of affairs. She had to put aside the absurdity and embrace this world she was in.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to ignore the disgusting sounds of Lian spluttering over their captor’s cock. That’s when she felt a kind of energy inside her, a pool of magic she could tap into. She took a deep breath and felt her hands surge with power, and suddenly remembering what to do she flattened her palms in the cuffs and pressed them against her ass, the only part of her body she could reach. Sure enough she felt better as soon as they touched, felt the wounds knitting themselves up and the bruises from the cane healing. Her strength returned to her and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Fuck yes, fuck you D&D…” She whispered to herself, consulting her memory for what else she knew. She was almost surprised when the information just came to her. She remembered that her magic came from some kind of god called Torm, and that with Torm’s help she could cast spells… She closed her eyes and whispered the holy words she knew would help, waving her arms behind her in the broad movements her bindings allowed, hoping that it was enough for the low level spell.

“Torm, bless me with strength.” As soon as the words left her lips she felt a divine energy surge inside her, and she knew in that moment that she had received a blessing from her god. Rhistel was too busy making Lian choke and splutter to hear Kate’s whispers, or the sound of the branch bending down as she pulled on it with all her strength from her neck.

Strength saving throw: DC 15

Kate rolls: 11 ( 3)( 2)

Result: Success

Meanwhile, Rhistel felt himself nearing his climax and began to rock Lian back and forth with slower, deeper motions. She tried to shake her head and looked up at him with pleading eyes, but this only excited him more and he yelled out loudly as he wrapped his legs around her neck, squeezing her tight against his crotch as his cock pumped itself directly into her throat. Lian’s nose was blocked against his body, her mouth quickly filling with his seed. Her eyes bulged and she started to lose what little strength she had.

Constitution saving throw: DC 17

Lian rolls: 12 ( 3)

Result: Failure

Rhistel didn’t let up as he allowed the waves of pleasure to subside, eventually letting his legs relax and leaning back against the stump with his eyes closed. For a moment he lay still in total bliss, but then opened his eyes when he realised how quiet it was. Firstly, the spot where Kate had been standing was empty, with only a broken branch left behind as evidence. Secondly, Lian had passed out and slumped down in the grass once he let her go, her mouth open with half of his load seeping onto the ground. He figured Kate had gotten enough of a head start to make chasing her pointless, so he lay back down on the tree stump and closed his eyes again.

“She won’t get far out there…” He mused to himself.

***

“Whee aaah ooo aking ee?” Ezmerelda tried to ask, though the thick wooden bit between her teeth made it hard. Her heavy tits swung below her as she crawled forwards on her hands and knees, her body aching with pain, covered in dirt and bruises. The only clothing she had left were the shreds of her white tights that still clung to her legs, leaving her exposed to the cold, dank air of the long tunnel she was being led down.

The goblin pack leader (a position she had come to assume of him) walked with another larger than average goblin either side of her, each one holding a length of rope that had been tied into her braids, tugging her along like a dog. Her arms and legs were bound such that she couldn’t extend her legs enough to stand or move her arms too far from the rope harness on her chest. Her question went unanswered, even if the goblins could understand her they likely had no interest in satisfying her curiosities.

Eventually they reached a chamber where the dirt turned to ornate laid stones beneath her, walls and a ceiling appearing suddenly against the dirt as if a basement had been half finished. Blocking the way forward was a bright purple barrier that pulsated with energy. Even a few metres away she could feel the heat radiating from it.

The pack leader, the one that had so enjoyed fucking her earlier, pulled back on her right braid and forced her to rear up, at which point it moved behind her and grabbed the other rope off its fellow spawn. As she leaned back and her knees folded under her, the goblin yanked on her hair while pressing one of its feet against the small of her back. The effect was to force her to raise up her body, sticking out her chest, her beautiful full tits bound up in rough rope, her arms lifting up with them and naturally landing in a begging position as they were tethered so near to the chest harness. She felt like a pathetic animal that had been tamed and put on show, although she didn’t know who it was for, staring straight at the purple barrier.

“You have done well. Now leave us.” A deep male voice suddenly boomed out from the barrier. Ezmerelda recoiled in fear from it, as did the goblins, only they were able to scurry back down the tunnel, leaving her kneeling in place and turning her head away, too scared to try to escape.

Once she was alone, the barrier pulsed with a brilliant white light and shattered, opening the tunnel up to reveal a small study in the stone room, filled with tidy furniture and magical lab equipment. In the middle was a man wearing the ornate crimson robes of a powerful mage, his face instantly recognisable to Ezmerelda.

“Aawong! Whas oin oon? Whaa oo oin?” She gasped out through the bit, more confused than ever.

“Why can’t anyone just play along…” The mage sighed under his breath, before muttering a quick spell and waving his hand at the bound girl. She shrieked loudly as her body was flung into the lab, the purple barrier rematerialising behind her.

***

Kate’s bare feet thumped against the soft forest floor, sprinting as fast as she could, her arms still locked behind her back, the chain connected to the collar trailing behind her. She still couldn’t believe she managed to escape, it seemed like whatever was happening, Aaron didn’t have all the power. A few minutes later she jumped with a start as a booming voice entered her mind, seeming to come down from the sky straight into her head.

“Follower, you shame yourself!” The voice cried out angrily, stopping her in her tracks.

“What? Who is that? What do you mean?” She demanded.

“I am Torm, god of courage and self sacrifice. I expect my followers to uphold my ideals, and when you abandoned your companion you acted as a self serving coward.” The voice boomed. Kate looked up at the sky, exacerbated.

“I’m just trying to get the fuck away from Aaron! None of this actually matters!” She cried out.

“You swore an oath. Now you will know the cost of breaking it.” Was all Torm said back. Along with the voice, Kate felt the magic in her fade away, and some of the strength leave her body.

“Shit.” She muttered, continuing her trudge through the dirt. It was much harder going now, she could feel that she had become physically exhausted and the weight of the chains and fastenings was starting to get to her. Still she pushed on, not wanting to give Aaron, or Rhistel, the satisfaction of finding her.

Eventually the forest became open field, and in her near-delirium she didn’t realise when she had started trudging through tall shoots of wheat, leaving a flattened path behind her. Streaks of purple shot through the slowly lightening sky, it was almost dawn but still dark enough…

Contested stealth check

Kate’s passive perception: 12

Owlbear rolls: 18 ( 1)

Result: success

Kate didn’t notice a thing until the massive claws came down hard on her back, and just like that the fight was over almost as soon as it started.

***

Tessa’s chest heaved up and down, though she tried to keep her breathing quiet and her legs steady as she slowly shifted her bound wrists to the side, edging them away from her body. She was leaning down against the dirt on her knees, a length of rope wrapped tightly around her neck and pulled back between her legs, held by the last goblin in the den that seemed to still be awake. It had one hand hooked around her thigh and the other holding the rope, constantly pulling her in while its face was buried between her ass cheeks.

The thin green tongue, long and agile, danced around her asshole, the goblin ravenously licking her crack up and down. The creatures were insatiable, she thought their cocks were never going to run dry and by the time they finally did she was a mess. Every inch of her skin was covered in a layer of their disgusting seed, and she was still lying in a puddle of it. It was all through her hair and had completely soaked her skimpy black top, which somehow remained intact. She had had dozens of loads emptied inside her body, and still felt it oozing out of her. She was convinced she’d never taste anything else again.

One by one they had finally run out of energy and passed out in exhaustion, except this one, the biggest one. He was still up and showed no signs of slowing down. For the last half hour its tongue had been exploring her asshole, sliding in and out of her as if it was just as pleasurable as fucking. The sexual zeal of the goblins seemed to go hand in hand with violence, as evidenced by the dozens of bruises and bites covering her blue skin from head to toe. This one was still leaving fresh teeth marks as it occasionally broke up its passionate anal massaging by clamping its jaw down on her ass cheeks.

Despite all that, her mind was busy, focused on the small blade on the ground next to her. One of the goblins was stupid enough to drop it and leave it there, and it was only inches away from her fingers as she inched them over, the bindings around her wrists making it difficult to get the range of movement she needed.

Sleight of hand check: DC 15

Tessa rolls: 11 ( 5)

Result: Success

Her fingers clenched around the handle of the bone dagger and she grinned. She had been in the cave long enough that some of her energy had returned since the fight but she certainly couldn’t take the whole den by herself. This would have to be quick.

Steeling herself, she pulled forward hard with her neck, yanking the goblin underneath her and taking it by surprise. While she had the element of surprise she spun around and plunged the dagger straight into its heart, stabbing it twice with all her strength, taking its life away in an instant, and more importantly before it could make any noise.

For a second she lay still with her head down, her face and hair sitting in the puddle of goblin cum, her round ass still wrapped in fishnets that were now half destroyed. When she was sure none of the others had woken up she stood on wobbly legs, using the knife to cut her wrists free.

“Now how the fuck do I get out of here…” She whispered to herself.

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