Trials and Trances

Chapter 5: Reversal of Fate

Welcome back friends. This time I, Danielle, will tell tonight's titillating tale of Trials and Trances. Usually I'm too busy controlling the game to be notekeeper, but tonight I lost control.

Jeff took charge in wonderful ways that we all wanted.

I could tell from the smirk in his eyes that Jeff had something wicked in mind from the moment he first walked into my apartment. He was 20 minutes early and seemed eager to speak with me.

"

Jolleff wants to go on a little power trip,

" He explained. "

I want to take control of the group and make them all obey me. Have some fun you know, but eventually I think he needs a dramatic change of heart.

"

"

That's why you came over early,

" I inferred. "

To get my blessing first, before Jolleff rapes our minds with his commanding rod?

"

Jeff nodded sheepishly.

"

Well you'll have to ask the other players too, as you know very well,

" I continued. "

Alice will love the idea no doubt. But what about Eric and Brandy? Plus you haven't given me much time to figure out how to put the plot back on the rails after you have your little fun.

"

"

I know,

" He shook his head. "

It was stupid fantasy of mine, but I just...

"

He trailed off, looking dejected, then sort of slumped down on my couch.

I sat down next to him and set my hand gently upon his knee. We had a delightful conversation, but enough about that.

Lets jump ahead to the part where our plucky heroes, plus the rescued Lady Morgana played by me of course, all flee for their lives from the city of Cumalot.

The city was in chaos, escaped prisoners scampering in all directions, chased by groups of confounded imperial guards. Amidst all the screaming and chasing we were easily able to sneak our way out to the outer wall. Then just as we were slipping away through the gate, we witnessed two knights take control.

Sir Pierceahole and Sir Gladlyhard rode forth from the royal phallus. They appeared suddenly, from that large spire of a castle, and galloped all the way down main street, tossing nets and barking commands. Soon the soldiers were organized and performing a city wide sweep.

We didn't stick around to see that happen.

The five of us dashed towards Surlywood forest, running as fast as our legs would carry us. It was a long way to the tree line though and we needed to make it quick before the soldiers expanded their search outside the city.

Unfortunately Alphina stumbled and stopped to catch her breath. Fortunately Rungar was ready to help.

"

We aint got time for that lass,

" He said, scooping her right up in his arms.

And in a distant world, an already blank and thoughtless Alice sat down sensually in Brandy's lap.

"

You're so strong,

" Alphina said, gently caressing Rungar's muscular biceps and wiggling seductively.

Rungar ran on for several minutes with Alphina in his hands, gratuitously coping a feel of that soft and squishy elven ass.

Then just as we reached the concealing safety of the girthy hard oak trees, we watched the city of Cumalot begin to glow. Torchlight flooded out from town as throngs of soldiers amassed outside the city.

The knights were no doubt under orders, to capture or even execute Lady Morgana. They were about to split their forces up to comb the forest and surrounding lands.

We just kept on running, trying to gain as big of a head start as we could manage.

Actually, only some of us were trying to run away. A couple of us had other plans in mind.

It was no accident that we stopped to rest at a mossy clearing. Indeed it seemed like the perfect place for us to pause a moment and catch our breath.

There were thick woods all around to keep us safe from prying eyes, plus a soft bed of moss to rest our tired toes. In the center of the clearing, a curious pair of long smooth stones were embedded flatly and purposefully into the earth. Oh and there was also a familiar and terrifying tentacle faced humanoid, waiting patiently for us.

Perhaps we might have noticed the creature sooner if Jolleff hadn't turned around at that exact moment, and whipped out his rod of command.

"

We're going back,

" He asserted, completely oblivious to the fact that we weren't alone. "

We're going to wait until all the guards are scattered, then we're going to sneak into the royal phallus.

"

"

What? NO!

" I protested. "

I got myself captured and tortured to learn where Arthur is being kept. Now we are going to the Chamber of Eternal Torment to rescue him.

"

Subtly as I protested, I shifted my fingers below my tunic, grabbing hold of the rod of Agony. None of my thralls saw me loot this treasure as we fled from the Celibate Cells, and I wasn't yet ready to reveal my secret weapon.

"

We're done taking orders from you,

" Jolleff insisted, lounging forward with his rod.

He caught me off guard, swinging a vicious swipe that might have left a bruise on my tender skin if Lycanna hadn't intervened. Instead, the perky elf got a long hard rod between their tits.

"

Mistress, Nooo,

" Lycanna screamed and dived. Then their eyes went wide and glossy and their vacant head nodded up and down obediently as Jolleff whispered irresistible suggestions.

"

Enough of this foolishness,

" I declared. "

You're still under mymmphf-

"

I tried to reinvoke my SPELL of dominance and control but I could only FREEZE in place as Lycanna turned and shoved the stopgag into my mouth.

That's when Rungar finally noticed our uninvited guest.

It looked just like the last thought slayer. The shape of the body and every detail in the face looked exactly alike in every way except with one single glaring difference. The tendrils which had previously sprouted out in all directions from the brain, were now contained tightly to the chin. The creature moved far less threateningly, announcing its presence with a guttural growl and stepping slowly from the shadows.

"

Fuck!

" Rungar exclaimed. "

It's the thought slayer!

"

Then he pulled out his axe and braced himself in a battle stance. Jolleff turned and stood beside his dwarven ally, dagger in one hand and rod of command in the other.

The rest of us just stood there motionless.

Lycanna was following orders to hold the stopgag in my mouth until the moment Jolleff gave her another command.

I was helplessly transfixed by the paralytic gag.

Alphina was equally paralyzed in fear. The obedient thrall had no commands to follow at the moment, and even the tiny shred of consciousness inside her empty head was far too frightened to make a move. The sentient fungal spores infecting her brain were all scared stiff at the sight of their former Master standing here, alive once more.

The thought slayer slowly advanced, raising his hands in a peaceful gesture that was immediately misinterpreted as motions meant to invoke an arcane attack. Then he spoke in a guttural growl, trying in vain to make peace with us through a slithering mouth full of chaotic tendrils that twisted and mangled his every utterance into inane and unspeakable words.

Jolleff lunged into action, stabbing aggressively with his rod. Rungar followed up with a vicious axe swipe from the other direction.

The beast twisted to the side and ducked down low, deftly dodging both their blows before reaching out with its squirming tendrils.

There was a blast of light and sound as the thought slayer trapped us all in another illusion, this one far more realistic than any of us realized.

We were standing in the exact same forest clearing, in the exact same poses and positions, except that all the tendrils were gone from the thought slayers face.

"

Wait, stop, please,

" The creature protested, talking now in inexplicably intelligible speech, which both combatants promptly ignored. "

I mean you no harm. I-

"

Shwoosh, shink. Jolleff and Rungar sliced through a pair of invisible thought slayer tendrils that weren't really there.

"

Ya won't fool me with the same trick twice,

" Rungar declared, falling for a different trick instead.

The illusion of a pair of severed thought slayer tendrils dropped to the ground, and then six other tendrils suddenly appeared from the illusory thought slayer's chin, giving off the impression that Jolleff and Rungar had broken free from the illusion, when in fact we were all caught in a mental trap.

"

FREEZE,

" Jolleff demanded, stabbing his rod into the illusory beast.

Then Rungar leapt in for the killing blow against our magically immobilized illusion of a foe. The creature screamed in agony, and fell forgotten from the illusion.

To avoid any confusion I remind you that things were not as they seem. In truth the thought slayer stood quite safely to the side, silently laughing at his antics from the outside of our dream.

"

We're going back!

" Jolleff declared, assertively this time. Then he turned to Rungar and said. "

We never agreed to go on any dangerous rescue missions for this sorceress. She bewitched our minds and forced us on a deadly quest with no rewards. Now the city is in chaos and all the soldiers are spread outside of town searching for her. This is our chance take the throne and take anything we want in this world.

"

As Jolleff spoke the words "anything we want," he gestured broadly at us with his rod, thusly promising untold riches and indulgences to Rungar.

However, Lycanna, myself, and Alphina were only offered undeniable obedience.

Jolleff held out his hand and Rungar shook. Then the two of them walked towards us, wearing wicked grins on their faces and obvious bulges below the belt.

There was nothing I could do as Jolleff cupped his fingers below my chin, effortlessly shifting my helpless body. He guided my head up to meet his sultry gaze.

"

Help us take complete control of Cumalot,

" Jolleff commanded. "

Act as our obedient subjects, eager to do anything and everything we require to seize the throne and the title of King.

"

I knew in that moment, I could not disobey him. I would do anything and everything he asked until the moment he became king. Lycanna and Alphina shared this fate. Such was the power of the rod of command::

"

Take off your underwear and touch yourself,

" Rungar demanded, and the three of us obeyed. "

I want a nice view while we climb.

"

Then suddenly, the green and brown colors of the forest clearing seemed to shift about like mist and swirl into a lazy spiral all around. Before anyone could realize exactly how it happened, we were back inside the city of Cumalot, climbing quickly up the shaft of the Royal Phallus. We needed to reach the penthouse tip, where king Christian was waiting, sitting on his gilded throne.

The many veiny grips all around the tall and girthy tower made it almost effortless to climb. It was as easy as crawling up a horizontal surface whilst pretending gravity was rotated. Rungar and Jolleff practically walked up the side.

The only difficult part was how embarrassed I felt at being so high up without any panties on. The entire city of Cumalot could look right up my skirt. Everyone could see how wet and horny I was, and believe me I was dripping. All the touching and rubbing and blushing about being on display like this had made a hot and horny mess down there.

The most embarrassing part of it all was how I could feel Jolleff's possessive gaze upon my cooch the entire way up. It was as if his hungry eyes were blaring "You are MINE."

Mere days ago I had him bound completely under my spell. He was helpless and oh so happy to be my obedient thrall. Now he was casually dominating, controlling my every action in ways that I could not resist. It felt as if in another world I was crawling on the ground, while he stood above me lording his absolute power and control over my blank and obedient body.

I wanted to show him that I was still a force to be reckoned with. Hell, I wanted to knock his presumptuous ass right off the tower, but I was under compelling orders and I could not disobey.

Still I managed to stick my ass out, like a slutty yoga pose, when Jolleff climbed a bit too close, giving him an unexpected collision with the mess between my legs. I rubbed my hot wet twat all over him, back and forth and up and down, using his face like my personal fucktoy to remind him of his place.

Then his nails dug into the tender cheeks of my ass, and I felt something long and hard probe gently below my clit. Fuck! I moaned as he THRUST his rod deep inside me.

"

Keep it moving

" He ordered in a sultry whisper, and I felt his words throb deep inside me, forcibly compelling me to motion with his rod of command:: "

Think about how good it will feel when I get a chance to take complete control of your mind and body and fill up those eager fuck holes, slut.

"

A shiver ran down my body, as I reached up for another veiny handhold. I stepped up with one foot then the other, steadily propelling myself higher and higher. And all the while I could feel Jolleff's commanding presence down below me, like he owned me, and I couldn't help but fantasize about what he might do to me later tonight.

In my head I played out all the ways that he could take me, and make me pleasure and please and serve him. I couldn't help but think about all the sucking and fucking and obeying I would do once I let myself give in completely. Every grip and every step filled my lustful head up with more and more fantasies of sex and surrender until suddenly the climb was over. We were in penthouse tip, ready to take the throne in one swift strike.

Picture this. A large impressive circular room, ringed by windows that look down on all of Cumalot. In the center sits a big red throne trimmed in green and gold, atop a larger circular platform, elevating the throne even higher above the rest of the room. The circular platform has eight metal handles sticking out from the side. eight strong men hold onto those handles. They are rotating the throne to the west towards Surlywood forest. The smiles on their faces all look feigned and forced through the strain of heavy lifting and pulling.

We will strike when they sit down to rest.

King Christian Von Sichette IV lounges comfortably atop his throne, wearing royal robes trimmed in far more gold than the average Cumalot citizen ever owns. He has long locks of curly brown hair below a brilliant gold and gemstone covered crown. His angry lips are curled into a frown and he has a single fuzzy mole below his left cheek.

Sir Thrustalot the enduring stands stoically to the right of his king. He is wearing shining silver armor with a long gem encrusted scabbard on the right side of his hip. A mighty magical rod lays sheathed within. His left hand is cupped atop his eyes as he peers out curiously towards the forest. His right hand rests, always at the ready, on the hilt of his powerful rod.

The ceiling of the room is a giant dome with a massive mural depicting the largest orgy in Imperial history. Men with cocks of every shape and size are thrusting into beautiful women, fucking big busty tits, vaginas, and tight assholes. Many are in the missionary position, of course, some laying crosswise atop one another. And others are doing it doggie style, or bent over in all manner of sultry positions. Yet despite the tangled web of horny bodies atop one another, all the fucking is somehow both heterosexual and monogamous, in accordance with Imperial law.

I wanted to smash that mural apart but there was no time to dwell on that.

Rungar was already walking towards the back of the throne. He boosted Jolleff over, to ambush the king from above. Jolleff landed with a thud and had the king under his thrall before anyone had a chance to realize something was amiss.

Meanwhile me, Lycanna and Alphina crawled towards Sir Thrustalot. We tackled and pinned him to the floor, sliding the stopgag into his mouth before he understood what hit him.

Alphina almost immediately unsheathed his enchanted rod and started playing with it, wondering curiously at its machinations. There was a long hard light red cock attached to a strange cylindrical contraption with a tiny cock shaped key sticking out the bottom. The red shaft seemed to stretch a little, growing longer when Alphina stroked her fingers over the phallic key.

"

Eep!

" she exclaimed, as the red tip grew suddenly towards her cheek, almost alerting the nearby men to the presence of strangers on the throne.

"

Leave the room,

" King Christian bellowed, obeying Jolleff's command to order all his subjects away. "

Everybody out! Guard the door and make sure nobody enters without my permission.

"

Everyone left except king Christian, who could do nothing but obey, and Sir Thrustalot who was paralyzed in place. Just like that we took complete control of the king and the royal throne, but I was not yet free from my commands. Jolleff had big plans that wouldn't come to fruition until morning. In the meantime we had a grand victory to celebrate.

"

Well done lad,

" Rungar congratulated Jolleff, raising his hand for a high five.

"

Thanks for your help,

" Jolleff replied, completing the high five with a resounding Thwap.

"

It's about time for some victory blowjobs,

" Rungar suggested. "

don't you think?

"

"

Indeed,

" Jolleff agreed. "

You three strip completely naked, then crawl over here, and suck our cocks.

"

My body moved all on its own, stripping off all of my clothes and crawling seductively towards Jolleff and Rungar despite my best attempts to resist. Lycanna crawled to my right, and was soon kissing and licking all around Rungars short stout dwarven cock. To my left, Alphina opened wide and enveloped the tip of Jolleffs juicy member.

I was in the middle, which meant I had to alternate licking up and down the shaft and balls and making out around both of those big hard cocks. First I licked up Jolleff's shaft, from the base up to the tip where Alphina was waiting, sucking gently. Then I twisted away as her hungry lips sank all the way down, balls deep. I turned and kissed Lycanna, with Rungar throbbing in between us. Our lips met on either side of him and our delicate tongues danced back and forth as we slid up and down together, milking his cock with our hungry mouths.

Then Jolleff tugged on my hair and I felt compelled to turn and pleasure him again. He was deep in Alphina's throat, humping his hips up and down steadily, and for a moment he just locked his eyes with me. "You are MINE" he seemed to say with a penetrating stare before he pushed me down to his hairy balls.

I took advantage of the moment in between, where my mouth was empty enough to speak.

"

You have the throne,

" I protested. "

Why are you still in control?

"

Then I bit down hard on his inner thigh, knowing from experience that he'd enjoy the pain immensely. Sensual pain is one of Jolleffs favorite ways to make him whimper and crave to be my obedient thrall.

He pulled my head away and slapped my face THWAP!

"

This slut needs to learn her proper place,

" He exclaimed, roughly pulling my hair, all the way down to the ground. Then he whispered an irresistible command into my ears. "

Stick out your ass and present those fuckholes for me. Don't move from that position until I command you to.

"

I couldn't see what he did next because my face was smooshed into the carpet, but I know he must have grabbed the rod of thrusting. It's no surprise that I knew that Sir Thrustalot's rod could extend and contract, growing longer and shorter in powerful thrusting motions, like a fuck machine dildo attached to a magical piston motor.

It didn't take long for Jolleff to learn how to fuck me senseless with his new toy. He set it up behind me, slid the tip between my vaginal lips and adjusted it to the perfect angle before powering up the rod. He watched it slide deep inside me slowly and pull out again. Bit by bit he amped up the speed, fucking harder and faster, in and out of me over and over.