Hunters & Harlots

(Part 3 of 4)

"If your grades don't improve significantly you're going to lose your scholarship at the end of the semester, so consider this an official warning from the university," Mrs. Williams explained very matter of factly. Mrs. Williams had reached out through email that she wanted to meet with me about my grades. As my academic advisor it was her job to advise me on class selection and keep tabs on my academic progress to insure that I succeeded. Or, in my case, to let me know that I was in danger of failing out and losing my scholarship.

Mrs. Williams was a plump, middle aged woman. Her button down blouse was a little too small on her, either the shirt had shrunk or she had gained a couple of pounds, and her breasts pushed threateningly at the buttons. The pale sheen of a bra was visible through the gaping buttons and I wondered if the effect was intentional, an attempt to suss out the members of the student body that would...

"Mike, are you even paying attention? Listen, you seem like a smart kid. Your test scores from high school are great and your acceptance essay was fantastic. But you're also an adult and no one is going to hold your hand and make sure that you turn in your work. Is there anything that you want to say? Anything that you need help with?"

I was having a tremendously hard time paying attention to anything lately. Every person I saw was the template for an NPC, every building contained a secret lair, and my brain filtered the tasks of everyday life into quests and heroic journeys. And all of it led to sex. I had to admit that I was becoming increasingly unfit for the real world.

I guess the upside was that I at least recognized it.

I shook my head. "Um, I'm sorry. I'm just having a very hard time focusing on school lately. There's just a lot of other stuff going on in my life." A quick glance at her chest let me know that the buttons of her shirt were still holding on.

She gave me a tender smile from across the table and wrote something down on a slip of paper. "This is a counseling office on campus that can help you out. It's important that you get help, Mike. You are still very young and have your entire life ahead of you. The people over there do good work and understand what you might be going through. Freshman year is a big change and you are certainly not the first student that has struggled with the adjustment to life on their own. It's also possible that, depending on the diagnosis, they could suspend your scholarship. Meaning that if you need to step away and receive further treatment that it would be waiting for you in the future, pending the meeting of some conditions."

I took the paper and slid it into my pocket. "That all sounds great Mrs. Williams. Maybe talking it out with someone is what I need. Thanks so much for this."

"Good luck with everything."

I left the room and walked out across the college green. I tossed the paper from Mrs. Williams into the first trash can I passed by. I wasn't interested in getting any help or trying to hold on to my scholarship at this point. If everything went according to plan I wouldn't be on campus for much longer anyway.

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I watched Emily stare off into space for a solid minute before she realized that I was standing across the counter from her. Startled, she squealed.

"Hi, what can I help you...oh, it's you," her voice changed from uninterested student worker to novice seductress in a heartbeat. "What are you looking for in the archives?" She unzipped her sweatshirt halfway down to reveal a white tee shirt that had been washed so many times that it was barely a shade above transparent. Her ruby nipples poked at the fabric. I reached across the counter and gave her tits a squeeze.

"I'm actually here to drop something off," my cock pressed against the front of the counter.

Emily raised her eyes at my suggestion. "I'm always taking deposits. Plenty of room over here."

"I'm sure. I think that this belongs back here," I reached into my bag and put Hunters & Harlots and Isca's character sheet on the counter.

Emily was surprised. Her eyes showed legitimate concern. "I hope that this doesn't mean that we're done playing? Because if it does I'm going to find some other people to play with. I'm not giving this up." She put her hands on the cover and her fingers ran over the image of the party in peril.

"I'm not either, trust me. I've copied most of the book by hand into notebooks, so the info isn't going away. But I think that the right thing to do is to make sure that some other students can find it, too. Who knows, maybe we're not even the first to have discovered it? Can you look up the record of it? I'm curious about something," I asked.

"Sure," Emily started to type into the computer in front of her and then looked up. "Remind me again how we found this?"

"Keyword Isca. But you said that you deleted the record so that no one could find it...," I hoped Emily could recover it.

"Oh yeah. I didn't actually do that, though. Good idea I never got around to." She typed at the keyboard in front of her. "Alright, here it is. Pretty much entirely blank other than the single keyword," Emily read from the screen.

"Can you see who created the initial accession record?"

"Yeah. Just initials. S.M...," her voice trailed off.

"Sarah Murphy," we said together.

"That's kind of what I figured it might say. She must have worked here too. Sarah, or Isca, put the book in the archives because she wants others to find it. The game was never intended to be hidden, it's just not for everyone. From the second I saw the book my thoughts have been absolutely consumed by lust. Somehow Isca picked up on me, and us, and reached out to make sure that we found Hunters & Harlots," that was my theory, the start of what I hoped would lead to much more.

Emily's crooked smile was enormous with pure joy. "I think that we should add to the record and the collection. I'll put some of my drawings in there so that whoever finds it can be as excited about what we were doing as we are. I love the idea of that."

"Don't forget to put #Phaedra as a tag," I smirked.

Emily added the changes to the record and put the book to the side. "You're talking about other people finding all of this on their own because we won't be around to show them, will we?"

"I...don't know. I do know that I've pretty much fucked off on school and anything else that I need to do around here because I don't plan on being on campus much longer," it was exciting to say it out loud, even if it was scary in a way that I never knew. This wasn't a horror movie or a haunted house. This was real life.

"Fuck...I am so wet thinking about this," Emily confided. She was practically shaking.

"I'm rock hard. I feel like my dick is going to drill through this counter to get to you," I confessed, pushing against the wood to feel how stiff I was.

Her eyes darted to the door with a manic energy. "Can we fuck right now? I really want to."

"So do I, but we need to hold out. Save it all for the game. We're going to need every bit of lust and desire that we can summon. We'll play in a couple of days. Don't stop thinking about it. I know that I won't. I can't," I was getting breathless. Emily pulled up her shirt and her tits rolled free. She tugged at the soft flesh and pinched her nipples, pointing the stretched tips at me before letting them crash down against her skin.

"What about Richie and Jenny?" She didn't stop touching herself when she asked.

"I don't know. Hopefully they'll play along for whatever we need. After that I really have no idea," I answered.

"Then I guess we'll have to play to find out."

"I knew I could count on you."

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I was the last to arrive in the basement on game night. When I saw that the room was empty aside from Richie, Jenny, and Emily I closed the door to the room and put a small Closed sign on it that I had prepared ahead of time. I had no idea if anyone would notice or care about it, but I was hoping to guarantee that we had the place to ourselves this evening. Overcrowding had never been an issue here, but I didn't want to take any chances.

As with the previous sessions, pregame chatter was limited. It was only a couple of minutes before we were ready to return to our fantasy world. I wasn't sure how everyone would feel after last week's discussion, especially Richie, but we all seemed relaxed and ready for anything.

Having consecrated the hidden chamber inside of the monastery and given orders to Brother Alberto to continue his secret worship of Baal, the party made their way out of the mountains through a rear exit with the intention of exploring the world. Prior to the start of the game I had sketched out a map of the area, not very detailed and limited by my artistic ability but it gave the party an overview and allowed the group to take control of the narrative to some extent. Which is what I wanted. The map was populated by all the generic land features; windswept plains, boggy swamps, some settlements, and a dark forest. I also threw in several odd features to peak their interest. There was a strange obelisk on the plains, a shipwreck that somehow wound up in the forest, and the rumor of a tropical jungle in the heart of the swamp. I had ideas of what was going on with all of it but the collection of notes and ideas that I had built was a sprawling maze of potential that needed the players to be unraveled.

As I narrated the map Emily took the paper and illustrated my words with clever drawings that brought it all to life in a way that I never could.

After some discussion the party decided that the forest seemed ripe for exploration and they set off in that direction. In a short time they encountered a man working outside of a small cabin in the woods. Though his appearance was ragged and tired, he was nothing short of beautiful. The woodsman had long blond hair and striking green eyes, a body muscled from a physical life, yet he carried himself with a sadness that was obvious from the moment that they met him. He wore nothing other than a battered breastplate on his torso and his crotch was locked up in a thick, metal codpiece that seemed to suffocate him. His thighs and waist were chafed from where the device pinched at his skin.

The party approached him cautiously, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"Before we get too close I want to peek into his mind and see what he is all about," Richie was the first to make a move.

"As you get near to him, the man's mind opens up a bit to you. He sees the three of you approaching and his thoughts are flooded with sexual imagery of all of you, his appetite is omnivorous. Sebastian, you feel as if there is nothing that this man doesn't hunger for. In a flash he pictures Phaedra on her back with her legs spread wide while he devours her. Helga mounted from behind, her tits swinging chaotically from the force of his pounding. He grips your cock, Sebastian, while you stroke him in return," I looked at each of them while I described the scene and the temperature of the basement edged upward. I had no idea how Richie would react but he merely nodded at what he was hearing, a grin on his face, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"But then suddenly the man drops to the ground, clawing at his body and moaning in pain," I said. "He pulls at the codpiece in frustration, but it stays where it is. Sebastian, the desire you sensed in his mind has been replaced by a great sadness."

"I run up to him and try to comfort him," Jenny offered. "I unstrap my breastplate and hold a nipple to his mouth for strength." She touched her breast, dangerously close to her jutting nipple.

"The man pushes you away, the moment his hand makes contact with your tits he howls again in pain. 'Please, stay away! I beg of you," I switched to the best version of a virtuous knight's voice that I could, "It has been ages since my sword was unsheathed. What was once the greatest weapon of pleasure in the land is now entombed in this metal crypt! Please, tempt me no more!"

"That sucks for him. I bet there's a great cock in there waiting to get out," Emily lamented.

"Then we've got to help him. It would be a shame to not. Right?" Richie looked to the others for confirmation and got it quickly with nods from the women.

They were able to calm him down by covering their own bodies as best as possible with their cloaks. Just the mere sight of exposed flesh sent him into a frenzy of frustration. Emily made a dramatic show of zipping her hoodie up all the way, which I think legitimately upset her. The party learned that the man was named Sir Artur, a wandering gigolo of a swordsman that was quick to share that he was among the most legendary lovers in the realm. He loved pleasure, his own and that of others. Artut had no greater desire than to experience as many partners as his body was able to accommodate.

I tried to paint Artur as a tragic figure, a cause that all the players would want to help for whatever reason motivated them. Helga and Phaedra were somewhat easy to please. It didn't take much more than an opportunity to help someone in need and the promise of a good cock to get them excited. But Sebastian was tricky. I had thought a lot about what Richie expressed at the end of the last game. That he was unsure of what turned him on and how to act on it. I was hoping that we could all use the game to help him figure it out. In a way I was beginning to feel that was somewhat the point of Hunters & Harlots. Not just for Richie, but for all of us. My hope was that in Artur, Richie would find something that he was interested in exploring.

If tonight's game was going to go the way that I had planned I would need all of them fully invested.

Artur invited them inside his cabin, offered them all a cup of homemade wine, and told them the rest of his tragic tale. When he spoke his eyes averted their bodies as best as he could, a mannerism I mimicked at the table to translate his frustration.

"It's hard for me to even fathom how many times the sun has passed in the sky since I was imprisoned in this device, my greatest gift to the world locked away in an iron tomb! Yet, I remember it all like it was yesterday. I met a beautiful young woman on my travels. Alabaster skin, breasts like the freshest cream, and lips the color of flame. The treasure between her legs was among the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted! Truly, this woman was a marvel constructed for passion. An equal to my own! For a full day we knew no pleasure other than the bodies of one another. Nothing was denied and we drank and feasted on flesh like hungry dragons. In the morning I made to leave, despite the pleasures we shared there is no lure greater than the next conquest. The woman pleaded with me to stay, offering up everything that she had to tempt me to remain with her. But, alas, I bid her farewell and continued on my journey...but it was not to be. My lover grew dark and angry, revealing herself to be a witch! I had lain with Delmonna, the sorceress of legend! She cursed me with this infernal device and vowed that if she could not have me to herself then no one would! Since that day my cock has not known the touch of man or woman, and my balls have grown heavy with pleasure denied! Full of the desire and lust that still lives inside of me! Seeing the three of you is almost driving me mad! What I would give to share my cock with all of you!"

The story was over the top, I got that. But it was also in the vein of a fantasy adventure and the three of them listened intently to the tale.

Unable to use her body for comfort, Helga instead offered her words. "Artur, we can help you. Nothing would bring us more happiness than to free you from this bondage and allow you to sow pleasure in the world once again."

"But only," Sebastian was quick to add, "after you've satisfied all of our needs. And we have many."

I smirked at the three of them, excited to see Richie expressing an interest in a carnal pursuit in a way that Sebastian had yet to do. "I will be your servant."

"That's what we like to hear," was Phaedra's response.

They talked to Artur for a little while longer and learned that the witch dwelled in enchanted woods no more than a day's travel away from Artur's hut. They decided to leave right away and journeyed deeper into the dark forest. The time in the forest was uneventful, I saw no reason to bog down the party with any diversions and they didn't look for any either. Instead they were focused on aiding the cursed knight and learning more about the situation.

"What do I know about Delmonna? Is she someone that I've heard of?" Richie inquired.

"Delmonna is a powerful wielder of magic, there are lots of rumors about her heritage. Some believe her to be a semi-divine being, while others claim that she has entered into dark pacts for her powers. Her magic centers around pleasure and transformation, as well as the connection between the two," I explained, interpreting Sebastian's increasing knowledge of the world. "It's not surprising that she would lock Artur up in his forced chastity belt, that seems like something you would expect her to do. She's always been kind of petty in that sense."

Richie jotted this info on his character sheet. "She sounds formidable."

"Maybe we can appeal to Baal for help? We've shown ourselves to be servants in a couple of ways and freeing this guy seems like a thing that Baal would be into," Jenny suggested. "And I don't think we're really built for fighting anyway."

"Oh no, we're definitely lovers not fighters. And now that we're away from Mr. Locked Up Cock, I can free myself," Emily unzipped her sweatshirt to no one's surprise. Unburdened by a bra or shirt, her breasts splayed against her flesh when she leaned back in her chair. She had done this exact thing multiple times when we played, but this time it felt different. All of us watched her intently and she soaked up the attention. I was also aware that with the door to the basement closed the room felt more intimate, a secret lair that belonged only to us.

A conspiratorial look passed between Emily and I.

"Anyone else?" Emily directed the question to all of us. "Just me? Well, that's going to need to change." I could feel the boiling sexuality in the air but none of us made a move to join Emily. The environment, however, was her co-conspirator.

"As you penetrate deeper into the forest you notice the world around you change. The plant life teems with a vibrant energy, a palpable buzzing that sinks into your body. Mating calls of animals rise and crest in an explosive sexual frenzy, beasts that no longer have control over their own desires merely acting on instinct. It's no surprise that your own bodies and minds react the same way to the change around you. Phaedra," I turned to Emily, "your thoughts are drawn to previous lovers. The stable boy of your youth that first opened your doors. The outcast women of the brothel that introduced you to the Sapphic path. And the entire court of a spoiled prince that pushed your body to its limits, but left you full for the first time in your life."

Emily nodded along with all of it. She could see the stories in her mind and dropped her sweatshirt to the floor to show her approval. She sat up proudly and hid nothing.

I faced Jenny.

"Helga, your massive tits feel heavier than ever before. With each step you take the weight of them shakes your sturdy frame and you know that if you don't have someone to feed soon you'll explode from the pressure. You recall the aftermath of a great battle, scouring the field for those in need. Not caring for allegiance, just needing to heal and nurse any that you could. One young soldier drank deeply from your engorged nipples and then, with nothing more than a grunt, pushed you to the side and mounted you from behind with the renewed vigor of a conquering warrior. His cock slid easily in and out of your wanting slit, gifting you the same pleasure that you've shared with so many."