I was a little uncomfortable for the rest of the day, not because of everyone asking if I had really done six guys the night before, but because I was a little sore from doing six guys the night before. Less sore than I would have expected, but a little sore. That and Samuel’s ass pounding made it uncomfortable to sit down. Fortunately, I had clinic work in the afternoon, so I was on my feet and moving around for most of the day.
I saw Muriel late in the day. I told her, “I’ve got all the cards we need. Do you want to try to call Alton tonight?”
Muriel replied, “Already? Yes, of course! How did you get so many so quickly?”
“Do you know the archivist Samuel? He collects cards and doesn’t care what they are. He just happened to have a lot of Alton’s unnamed cards.”
“I did know that Samuel collects decks, actually. He collects them when people are getting ready to quit the game. What did you have to give him in trade?”
I turned a little sideways and slapped my own ass before saying, “Nothing I didn’t already want to give up!”
Muriel was surprised, but smiled at me. “Well, good for you! Let’s meet outside Norman’s tower at seventh bell this evening, ok?”
I was already waiting for Muriel when she and Norman exited his tower. I slid Norman’s extra cards into his hands, keeping only one so that I could identify his cards in the future. “I believe this completes our deal.”
Norman said, “Thank you. Do you still plan to need to be rescued?”
I nodded and said, “That will give the magic a sense of urgency, I think.”
“Very well, I know a place on the edge of the city where we can hold you prisoner for several days. And maybe give you something to do while you are there.”
Norman handed Muriel and me into a carriage, and we rode for about an hour. During the trip, Norman changed into a merchant tunic. He still looked wealthy, but he no longer looked like a wizard. We discussed my “fantasy” of being rescued. Norman had checked the records available and had determined that transforming into a beast, even something as small as a bat, would still leave Alton in control of his own mind. “At least I think that will be the case based on what records we have, how other magic works, and how the game in general influences reality.”
The carriage stopped outside an old barn. I had no real idea where I was, but it looked like the barn was only used for storage; there were no animals around. Nor were there the kind of herbs and vegetables growing nearby that I would have expected if the barn were on an active farm.
Norman and Muriel led me into the barn, and the carriage drove off. The barn smelled of new hay and oiled leather. As Norman pulled the barn door closed behind us, he conjured two globe lights, and they floated above us, leaving the center of the barn well lit, but the horse stalls and storage areas in the dark. There was a wagon in the central corridor of the barn, and Norman motioned to it. He said, “Let’s see Alton’s cards.”
I spread out the cards by image in the bed of the wagon. I had one complete set: a face card, a chest/ genitals, a back/ ass, two hands/ arms, and two feet/ legs. The cards depicting hands and feet would sometimes switch to show either a left or right, until I put them in position with the rest of the set, and then they stabilized to be whichever card completed the pattern.
I started combining the other cards to try to get additional complete sets. Two hands pushed together would merge to become a front/ chest, and two feet pushed together would become a back/ ass. Combining a front and a back would create a face card. To complete a set, I would need seven cards at one time: a face, a front, a back, two hands, and two feet. By the time I had combined as many cards as I could, I had three complete sets, and most of a fourth. I was about to complete a set when Norman stopped me.
“Wait, I thought you said your “fantasy” was to be rescued? To be sure the magic acts as you wish, we need to imprison you first, don’t we?”
“Ahh, yes, I guess so? But how?” We were in a barn, not an actual prison.
Norman led me to one of the stalls and led me inside, one of the globes floating in and supplying light. There was a waist-high table in the middle of the stall that was about two feet wide and five feet long. There was a length of chain that stretched from the wall next to the door up to a pulley in the ceiling and down to the table, where it was connected to a metal collar. The walls of the stall had several instruments of torture: whips, paddles, and metal bludgeons. There weren’t any blades visible, at least.
“Ahh, hold on, this looks a little more intense than I was expecting.” Significantly more intense than when I had thought up the idea, in fact.
Norman nodded and said, “I understand, but the magic will protect you. If you willingly let another player tie or chain you up, and once you are secured, you change your mind, you only have to decide that you are done, and the magic will release any restraints. You and I are both playing, so if I chain you up, you can just wish yourself free. Be aware, though, that only applies to other players. If Muriel were to put you into restraints, you would have to trust that she would release you when you said your safeword. Or hand motion if you have that set up. Related to that, if I restrain you and then Muriel adds additional restraints, hers would also be released if you wish yourself free from mine.”
Muriel added, “Remember when I mentioned some bad players that caused the game to show legal names? At the same time, the game changed to remove extra restraints for the same reason.”
Norman shook his head and sighed before saying, “Some people are not nice players.”
Their explanation, and the fact that Muriel was my friend, convinced me that I would be safe even if apparently chained up. I stepped to the table, which I realized could be my very uncomfortable bed for the next few days. I nodded to Norman. “Let’s do it.”
Norman latched the collar beneath my chin with a small lock and placed the key on a hook by the door to the stall. The collar was locked beneath my chin, and the chain was attached behind my head. The collar was loose enough that it could rotate around. There was also enough slack in the chain that I could move around a little, but not enough to get to the key.
“Now, let’s give you a reason to need to be rescued, shall we?” Norman turned me around and bent me over the table.
“Hey!” I was surprised by the old man’s strength as he pulled my arms onto my back.
“Hold onto your wrists! Keep your hands away from your ass!” He flipped my skirt up onto my back, trapping my arms. He then roughly pulled my underwear down over my hips.
“I talked to Samuel this afternoon. He said you liked being spanked before he fucked you in the ass. How many guys have you had since yesterday? Those six guys you let caravan you? And Samuel? Seven? You’ve been a very naughty girl. I think you should be punished.”
He left me for a moment, and I saw him select a short riding crop from the wall. I cried out, “No! I’m collecting cards to help Muriel! You know that!” I kept holding my wrists as I protested, though.
Norman swished the crop through the air. “No, I think you are doing it because you are a horny wench. Don’t you agree, Muriel?”
Muriel had placed her hand on my back and pushed down just enough to hold me in place. “Yes, I think she just likes to fuck.”
“Hmm, I thought so. How many strokes do you suppose?”
“Seven guys? How about seven strokes?” I thought Muriel was my friend!
“Excellent!”
I barely had time to register the crop whistling through the air before it hit my ass. “No!”
“Oh, yes, and I want you to call out the number of strokes.” He ran the crop around my ass as he was speaking. “Come on, call out the number and ask for another.”
“One! That was one!”
“And?”
“I’ve been a naughty wench, please give me another.” I was barely whispering, but he heard me, and another blow struck.
“Two! Please give me another, please.”
He sometimes made me wait before the next stroke fell, but just after the sixth, there was a noise in the front part of the barn. Norman slapped the crop onto the table next to me and said, “I’m going to check on that. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later, the door to the stall opened, and Norman came back in with two other older men whom I did not recognize. I’m not sure why, but I slid the face card back into my deck, and the whole thing disappeared. Norman called out, “Back over the table, wench! And lift your skirt for our guests!”
“But…”
“Do as I say, wench!” Norman grabbed the crop from the table next to me and used it to push me around and back over the table. I did as instructed and lifted my skirt.
“Oh, you’ve already begun training?” One of the unknown men caressed my ass, and I could feel the hot spots where the crop had already been.
“Yes, the wench likes working the caravan, and she did so without my permission.”
“Well, that will make the night easier on her, won’t it?” The shorter man said.
Norman swung the crop for the seventh time, harder than any of the previous strokes, and I jerked upright. “Oww!”
“Now, now, wench. We can’t have you speaking out of turn! Bite down on this and don’t say anything else until I tell you to!” Norman put a strip of leather between my teeth, and I bit down on it as instructed. It tasted terrible.
“Ok, now take off your clothes and show your body to my guests.” The second globe had floated into the stall so that I was very well lit. I had never taken off my clothes as a show before, but I knew what to do.
I began swaying from one foot to the other as I untied the closures on my blouse, but did not remove it. I let the two sides of it hang open, revealing my cleavage and toned stomach. Then I moved to my skirt and slowly lowered it. The bottom of my blouse barely covered my ass and pubic mound, so I made sure to lift my arms a little to give the men a glimpse.
Norman and the two men were watching me, and one asked, “So, who is the older one? Are we playing with her, too?”
Norman shook his head. “No, she is a healer. She is just here to ensure we don’t push this wench too far.”
I stripped my blouse off and let it fall. I glared at Norman defiantly, although I still held the leather between my teeth.
The taller of the two men laughed and said, “Oh, look at the poor girl! She looks so angry!”
“Turn back around and lie over the table, wench. Reach toward the corners of the table and spread your legs. Our guests are going to tie you down.”
This wasn’t exactly what I had been thinking when Andrea and Emily had my hands trapped, but it seemed like an interesting way to spend the evening, so I did as instructed. I slowly turned around and bent over the table. Then slowly, tentatively, I stretched my hands toward the corners of the table. I couldn’t quite reach the corners, so I left my hands palm down on the table top. I let my weight settle onto the table and spread my feet slowly until they were a comfortable width apart. The taller man started tying my wrists to the table legs while the shorter man did the same with my ankles. Within just a few minutes, I could barely move at all.
“Should we blindfold her now, or wait for the caravan?” The taller man asked Norman.
“Later. She should see what we are going to be giving her.” The taller man dropped his pants in front of me and drew out his semi-hard penis. I tried to move my face away from him as he stepped closer, so he grabbed my braided hair and pulled my head up and held it in place.
“Hey, wench; there is no getting away tonight. You will do what we want.” He slapped my face a couple of times with his penis, and I tried again to flinch, but I was immobile. He pulled the piece of leather from my mouth and tossed it onto the table next to me.
“I’m going to fuck your face, and you are going to keep your teeth off of me. Unless you want to lose your teeth, of course.” I looked up at him with my eyes wide as he slid his head into my mouth. I’ve sucked a fair amount of dicks before, but I had no control this time; I couldn’t even move my head up and down.
At the same time, someone else, probably the short guy, stepped up behind me and stroked their penis up and down my channel. I am not embarrassed to say that I was already wet. This wasn’t how I thought my evening would go, but the thought of being taken was turning me on.
As he slid himself into me, I moaned out loud. The guy fucking my mouth smiled down at me. “Oh, so you like this, do you, wench?” I had never had two guys at the same time before, and it was exhilarating.
I didn’t want to tell him that, though, so I tried to shake my head and say “No!” I couldn’t really move, and with him in my mouth and the top of my throat, all I could do was moan, “Nnn.”
“Oh, that feels good, keep doing that. Hum on my dick, you caravan wench.”
I wanted to pretend that I wasn’t enjoying what was happening to me, but my barely verbal protests came out each time the short guy fucking me thrust all the way inside. The tall guy matched his thrusts and was as far down my throat as he could go at the same time. “Ungh, ungh, ungh.”
It didn’t take long before the tall guy held my head with both hands and held himself all the way inside me as he came. His orgasm triggered my own, which set off the guy fucking me. We all came at about the same time. I wasn’t able to breathe with the tall guy so far down my throat, and as my orgasm ended, I started to panic. When he realized what was happening, he withdrew, and I dragged in as much air as I could.
As I caught my breath, the short guy stood in front of me with his softening penis coated with our juices. It had been him fucking me, as I suspected. I was letting my head hang down as the short guy said, “Clean me off, wench.”
I couldn’t do much, but I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue while looking up at him with my eyes wide open. I tried to look scared for him, like he was making me do something I didn’t want to do, but I don’t know if I succeeded. I do know that cleaning his penis was not unpleasant. It would have been better if I had more control, but our combined flavors were somehow exotic, and the scent of our sex was also exhilarating. I’ve only known Andrea, Emily and my own scents, but I’m sure I could tell us all apart by scent if I needed to do so.
Norman said, “Put the blindfold on and the plug in. The caravan will be here soon.” Norman and the two guys left the stall.
“Quickly, before he comes back! Call for Alton!”
Muriel put my right hand into her bag, and I was able to call the seven cards I wanted into my hand. As I pulled them out, I squeezed them together. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what I would need for Alton to do. The magic engaged, and the magical cards combined into a physical card. Alton’s face was still dirty and unshaven, but his eyes no longer showed hope; they showed joy! Unfortunately, the physical card would no longer change to reflect Alton, but I gave it to Muriel so that she could hold it and feel it. “Take this and let me pull another card.”
I brought another card of Alton’s face out of her bag, and Muriel and I watched as he transformed into a bat.
“Oh my!” Muriel looked shocked. “That is horrible, but I think it is going to work!”
