Game Night Chapter 2

Copyright 2024 by Otto26

They stopped at the edge of the forest. About a hundred yards inside the edge of the forest because of the patrols of hunters and farmers that prowled the cleared fields past the edge of the forest. And it was an edge. Knife sharp. At a certain point the forest simply stopped and twenty yards of charred earth marked the beginning of civilization. Isla found it unsettling, even sinister, and tried to dismiss the feeling as an artifact of the Nimfeach personality. But the slight churning in her stomach wouldn't go away.

'That's just because these over-sexed children are about to chain me up and march me through a town,' she assured herself. Nimfeach didn't like this idea any more than she did. And then Isla began to understand why.

"You have to put your hands behind your back," Cooper stated. His voice had gone flat and emotionless as he tried to get through this with the minimum of embarrassment.

"I'd rather keep them in front," she replied.

"Won't work," Neil said. He was keeping a watch on the edge of the forest and, apparently, listening to what was being said.

"We tried that," Akash said. "We're not... Well, we are, but we tried that. First time. Actually, we tried just the collar and leash the first time and when they wouldn't go for that we tried hands in front but the garda insisted on hands in back -and- the gag."

"And by garda we mean Kent," Cooper mused.

"Your point?" Akash asked.

"I'm not sure, but something is trying to get my attention," Cooper said in a frustrated tone.

Isla turned around and put her hands behind her back. Cooper stepped close and Isla bent one knee, cocking her ass at an angle.

"Shit," she muttered and stood up straight. She had to keep a close watch on Nimfeach.

The manacles had a soft leather interior but the exterior was iron. The iron was a thin layer, but it didn't have to be very thick to prevent escape. They were of a single piece, with openings for each wrist that clicked shut as Cooper closed them. There was a clink and a click which Isla interpreted as a lock.

She had a moment of body trembling panic as she realized she was committed. She couldn't back out now unless she could convince them to release her. Which, she realized, she could. A moment ago she hadn't known but now she'd always known. She could fascinate all of the men and bend them to her will. It would be easy. She'd fucked all of them and she knew every carnal desire they possessed. Neil first, then Akash, and Cooper last.

Nimfeach wanted Gareth. Handsome, strong enough to enslave her, and a generous lover. He'd lay her down and part her legs and shower kisses on her thighs and sex and...

Isla shook the vision off.

"Easy, Isla," Cooper said in what he certainly thought was a calming voice. "We're going to walk to the gate, get past the guards, and move just short of a run to Aidan's tower. Thirty minutes, tops."

Charming them would work, Isla knew. She was wet at the idea and she could smell herself. They'd smell her, too. It was part of the fascination. But that wouldn't last. It couldn't last forever. At some point it would fail and they'd know what she'd done. 'And it won't help us get out of here,' Isla told herself.

"I'm okay," she breathed, as much to herself as to Cooper. "Nimfeach really doesn't like this and I'm with her. Let's get it over with quickly."

The gag was next and not what Isla had expected. A rag, maybe. This was a solid iron bit covered in leather that went between her lips and teeth. There was a ring at each end of it which connected to a strap that went behind her head and... There was the clink and click of another lock. Isla was compelled to swallow and discovered that she couldn't. This nearly caused another moment of panic, but she fought it down.

The collar was almost anticlimactic. It was leather, soft leather, but thick. It resembled a very small belt and the braided leather leash was an integral part of it rather than something that was attached. There was no lock attached to this.

Neil was very carefully guarding them by not looking at Isla. Akash, however, was openly staring hungrily at her. She pivoted slightly on the balls of her feet, turning her body just enough to present herself to his view in profile. The manacles pulled her shoulders back and that lifted her breasts. She flashed him a pleading look and Cooper stepped between them.

"Don't do that, Isla. You don't need to charm anyone. We're already dedicated to saving you and charming us will turn us stupid. You need to not charm us.".

Isla shook her head to clear Nimfeach's instincts from it for a moment, to reassert control. She met Cooper's eyes and saw his sincerity. She took a breath and nodded her understanding.

"She's not Isla, Cooper," Neil called.

"What do you mean?" the blonde asked.

"She's Nympho. We have to call her Nympho or someone's going to notice and get suspicious," Neil amplified.

Cooper nodded. "You're right. And I'm not Cooper, I'm Gareth."

"Shit," the dwarf muttered. "Gareth. Chaakoo. And I'm Magnus."

"Magnus, Gareth, Nympho," Akash said aloud.

"Okay, guys, you know the plan. Walk to the gate at a leisurely pace and then speed walk to Aidan's tower. No side quests, no arguments, no fucking around. Got it?"

The other two nodded. Isla felt a string of drool forming at one corner of her mouth and grunted for them to get on with it.

***

"Back already, then?" the guard at the gate asked.

The walk through the fields in the fading light had been breathtakingly difficult. The road was dirt, sloped with ditches on both sides. The fields looked as though they had just been planted with most of the farmers weeding or cleaning irrigation ditches. They had all risen from their work to stare as the party made their way towards the town. More than a few of them had made hand gestures to ward off evil or spat in her direction.

Isla had tried to shut out the stares at first. But that hadn't worked and tears had formed at the corners of her eyes to join the trails of saliva that leaked from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her breasts. Nimfeach had come to her 'rescue' in this regard. The nymph gloried in the attention. She deserved this attention. She was the greatest beauty most of these dirty peasants would ever see in their life. They would remember her in their dreams and private moments up to their dying breath and would be disappointed that angels compared poorly to her. She accepted their visual worship as her minimum due.

While Nimfeach dealt with the stares Isla concentrated on dealing with the, well, discomfort. The road felt harsh on her feet and the fields... She understood the fields. Really understood them down to the marrow in her bones. They were stripped and bound as she was. Forced to serve the men and women of the town and offer up their lifeblood to sustain those... Farmers. The word carried a bitterness in her mind more sour than any vinegar she'd ever tasted. And Nimfeach hurt with it. Her digits, fingers and toes both, were green. The green faded as it went further up her hands and feet and became scrolling, flowering vines like green henna or fine tattoos. The vines climbed her calves, thighs, buttocks, and belly to join together and flower at her bare vagina. Those on her arms rose over her shoulder to flower upon her breasts. Isla could not see her arms but the greens on her feet had faded to something closer to a brown and her vines seemed almost to wither. She could see the same thing happening upon her breasts. She was not a happy nymph.

Isla could deal with that, though. She was human. This was just a road. These were just fields. The stark, gray, stone mass ahead of them was just a town. Nothing to be concerned about. And, between them, they fairly strutted to the gate. where the large, human guard with the vaguely porcine cast to his eyes 'greeted' them.

"Finian! Good to see you. Is your mistress keeping well?" Akash asked.

"Which one?" the guard retorted, snorting laughter at his joke.

"Ha, ha," Neil said, unable to manage fake laughter as his companions were doing.

"Just a quick in and out for us," Akash told the man. "We found the problem but we need a soul jar to take care of it. We're going to pop over to Aidan's tower and pick one up and then head back out."

The guard nodded at a few farmers who filtered past the party and into the town beyond. They gave Isla a wide berth.

"Aidan know you're coming?" Finian asked, walking slowly around the party and eyeing them up and down.

"Oh, aye," Akash said. "Spoke to him a few hours ago. Sending stone. He'll have it ready for us."

The guard completed his circuit and nodded his acceptance of Akash's statement. "Trot her up," he commented.

"Step forward, Nympho," Cooper said.

Isla, straining to see more of the interior of the town, missed his words. A line of pain across her ass made her yelp and jump forward a step. She swung her head around and saw Cooper coiling up the end of the leash.

'He used the leash to whip me!' she realized, anger boiling to the surface.

Before she could move forward to give him the kicking he deserved a hand grabbed her neck from behind, fingers wrapping around the side of her throat and squeezing. She heard another clink and click and realized another lock had been added to the one securing her gag. She tried to turn but the hands held her tight. Tighter, in fact, squeezing painfully.

"Easy, ya bitch," the guard growled. "What's with her?" he demanded.

"She was really upset in the forest," Akash said.

"It was bad out there," Cooper added.

Isla heard another clink and click as a second lock was secured to the manacles on her wrists. She realized she had been wrong in her assumption that the restraining devices would be removed when they reached the wizard's tower. She wanted to scream but Nimfeach thrust memories into her mind. She knew this would happen. Of course she did. She'd done this before. Many times.

'No, I haven't,' Isla insisted, trying to maintain her separation, her identity. But the memories were there. They were real.

She missed some of the exchange.

"Don't be a prick, Finn," Neil said.

"My watch is over at midnight," the guard stated. "You could come back then and try your luck."

"Shit," the dwarf mumbled.

Isla looked at Akash and saw him looking at Cooper and slightly shaking his head.

'No?' she thought. Her eyes darted to Cooper who had a hand on the sword at his belt and anger flashing in his eyes.

She was caught by surprise as a boot painfully kicked her ankle and spread her legs. A rough hand slapped up hard against her vagina and she squealed in shock. A hand reached up to grab the leash right where it joined the collar and the guard's face was looking down at her, foul breath nearly making her choke.

"Might be hiding something in there," he leered, fingers roughly forcing their way inside her. There was no need for roughness, she was already moist, but he was enjoying her discomfort. "Your little wood bitch might be smuggling in some weapon. Or maybe you're making her carry some treasure you don't want to declare." His fingers pushed deep inside her and pushed against the soft walls of her sex. "No?" he taunted her, eyes boring into hers. He pushed up and she lifted onto the balls of her feet to try and avoid the worst of the pain.

'Kill him!' Nimfeach urged. Isla saw how, remembered how. It would be easy, she didn't need her mouth or her hands for this kind of magic. There was only one way he could be more intimately connected to her. All she had to do was- 'No!' Isla ordered. 'No killing. No fighting. Hide. I've got this,' she ordered. She felt as though Nimfeach slunk reluctantly behind her, riding in the background as Isla bit down on the bit between her teeth and the guard fucked her hard with two fingers. She moaned and saw Cooper's eyes leave the guard and look at her.

'Not now,' she thought, willing him to understand. Pleading with him. 'I've got this,' she tried to reassure him. Tried to reassure herself. And she did. Her sex was drippin wet now, drooling down her thighs as her saliva drooled down her cheeks and onto her shaking breasts.

"Like that, do ya?" Finn taunted. "Like it rough? Like being fucked by men?" He pulled out of her and held his hand up before her face, rubbing his wet fingers together and pulling them slowly apart to let a strand of her moisture form between them. "Nice wet cunt you've got there, wood bitch. See?"

She turned her face away from him and his wet fingers grabbed her nose hard, turning her back to face him. He hawked and pulled his head back and Cooper's hand landed on his shoulder and began to squeeze, fingers whitening.

"Enough, Finn. You've 'inspected' her enough," he said.

Neil coughed meaningfully, eyes fixed on the guard.

Isla panted, breasts rising and falling, the smell of her sex filling her nostrils.

"We'll be back through in about half an hour to get her locks taken off," Akash pointed out.

The guard looked at her, at the hand which was digging into the padded armor he wore, and then spit on the floor next to her. He leaned forward.

"I'll have some friends for you to meet later," he whispered, pushing back on the collar as he released his grip on the leash and stepped off to the side. "Move along," he ordered them.

Cooper took up the leash and motioned for Isla to follow him. Neil fell in beside her and Akash followed behind.

"Always good to see you, Finian," he called. "You pig," he muttered.

"We're going to kill him, right?" Neil said softly.

"Let's not be hasty," Akash advised.

"Yes," Cooper said. "Slowly."

Akash whistled softly rather than expressing his surprise in words.

"You did great Isl...Nympho. Thank you," he whispered.

"Yeah," Neil agreed.

"Walk faster," Cooper ordered tightly.

***

The town was grey. It was stone. The streets were small and the buildings towered over them and the upper stories stuck out and almost turned the cobble lined throughways into tunnels. The streets were crowded with people who were farmers or made and sold things to support farming. They shot Isla dark glances and muttered curses and made signs. But Cooper plowed through them like an iceberg, brusquely shouldering aside anyone that didn't get out of his way, as they navigated the darkening maze.

She was still panting. With excitement. With fear. With exertion. And the sweet smell of her sex lay over the dirt, sweat, smoke, and shit smells of the town that colored every breath. The town itself felt worse. It felt dead. Now that the cobbles of the street cut her off from the earth she became aware of the absence of her connection to it. It was like losing the ability to smell. The walls of the dwellings felt like coffin walls closing in against her and any one of them could be hiding a threat she couldn't feel. Her breathing accelerated.

It took them twenty minutes to reach a sort of plaza. The open space was formed by a four story building, a small tower of sorts, and the gap around it. No more than two feet, but it seemed as though no one had wanted their building to touch the tower. As if they were afraid of some contagion or retribution or association.

Cooper pounded on the door.

"Master Aidan, it's... Magnus, Chaakoo, and Gareth. There's an emergency," he called out.

A few faces discreetly peered out into the darkness from behind partially closed shutters and partially opened doors. Cooper pounded on the door again.

A moment later a small, square peephole in the middle of the door opened. It was literally in the middle of the door, horizontally -and- vertically. Just about the right height for Neil.

"He's not here!" a voice screeched.

The men exchanged worried glances.

"When did he leave?" Akash asked.

"Yesterday," the horrible voice answered. "Go away!"

"Finian had to know he was gone," Cooper said.

"Let us in, Screech, or I'll cut your dick off," Neil rumbled.

"Fuck you, cunt-beard," the voice chuckled and the peephole shut. Neil growled and hefted his ax but refrained from striking the door.

"We need to run away," Akash said.

"Where?" Cooper snapped.

"Away!" Akash repeated, drawing two knives and looking into the shadows around them.

"You'd just die tired," a voice replied.

Isla saw men edging slowly out of the shadows around them. They were wearing the same style of equipment the gate guard had worn with one, crucial, difference. These men carried crossbows. They were pointed at the group.

"The Tiarna would like to speak with you," the voice said.

"Is that you, Dougal?" Akash asked cheerfully, knives concealed behind his back. "How long has it been?"

Isla saw the darkness closing in around the edges of her vision and, still gasping, collapsed.

***

Gareth's mouth moved against her. His lips pressed to hers, spreading them, his tongue darted forward and brushed against her clitoris to send a shiver of pleasure through her body. He growled against her and she gasped in warm approval, delighted at his lust for her.

Lips fastened upon her nipple, gently sucking it into the wet warmth of a hungry mouth. Fingers found her other breast and caressed it, fingertip moving slowly across her hard nipple. Chaakoo bent over her body, kissing and sucking upon it, worshiping at her altar of flesh.

She felt hot flesh in her hand and turned her head to the side. Magnus, naked, knelt next to her, stroking her hair as she stroked his cock. She bit her lip and moved her hand to the base of him and then down to his heavy, hairy balls. He groaned and she smiled and gently tugged, pulling him closer. When she could she lifted her head slightly and licked the base of his flesh. He bent over to afford her greater access and when she reached the top of his trembling penis she took it into her mouth and he groaned again.

She felt good. Her men knew what she liked and made sure she never lacked for anything. The sensations swept through her body and filled her like a well. Any moment now Gareth would fill her pussy with his cock and she'd grind against him and overflow.

"I think it's working," Neil said.

Isla opened her eyes and saw the dwarf sitting across from her on the floor, a look of concern in his eyes. Akash was next to him but his attention was focused on the door at which he listened. Cooper was, she squeaked in shock and tried to pull away. She was leaning back against the big man. His hand was between her spread thighs and artfully stroking her sex.

"Urrh!" she managed around the bit gag.

His hand left her pussy but his arms wrapped around her.

"Shh! Shh! It's okay. It's okay. You needed it. I mean. We. In the past," he tried to find the words as he stroked her hair with one hand, the other around her chest, his lips next to her ear.

Nimfeach threw a memory at her. Another memory. Isla recognized her dream of moments before for the memory it was. This new memory was of a metal cage that burned her feet and hands. Cold iron. And terror. Mindless terror. And Cooper laying down. Naked. Laying her atop him. Stroking her hair and back. And sliding into her. No, she'd slid onto him. And she'd ground against him while he held her and smiled at her and marveled at her and protected her from the cruel iron and she'd climaxed upon him. Twice. And laid her head on his chest as he still filled her and his hand stroked her hair and she'd forgotten the terror and found peace.

"You fucked it up, man," Neil complained. "If she doesn't cum she doesn't calm down. Look, I'll grab one leg and Akash can grab the other and you just fingerbang her to bliss."

"We're not raping her... Magnus. You know why. We're not."

"She's just going to pass out again, Gareth. Look, she's already starting to hyperventilate."