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Perverted Dildos & Dommes (1st Edition)

Tension lay thick over the gaming-table as the players peered at the tactical playmat, considering tactical options in the messy battle-setup. The orcs' ambush had left them divided, with all but two of the players separated by the enemies and out of mutual support range. The team's Sorceress had won the initiative - owing more to a particularly fortuitous dice-roll than any particularly impressive stats in that department - but she was quite limited in what she could do with it, what with already being in melee-range of a particularly brutish, mace-wielding Orc. If she backed away, she'd catch a nasty Attack of Opportunity, but most of her spells were long-range and would have hefty penalties attached if used at point-blank range...

Finally, she gritted her teeth. "I'll use Electric Touch on him. Maybe I'll get lucky and stun him for the turn." Dice clattered across the table, and the DungeonMaster handed down the verdict. "You hit the Orc for 7 Electric Damage and..." clatter"He successfully resists the stun-effect." The sorceress winced, and with good reason. The rest of the team hadn't been as lucky as her with their initiative-rolls, so the group of Orcs would be moving next - before any of them had a chance to respond. The DungeonMaster pointed to the recently-electrified Orc. "So, this guy seems to be pretty pissed about your attack. Grunting 'Gah! That tickled, 'uman!' he lunges forwards with his mace." clatter"Aaaand with your armor-class, that's an easy hit. You take..." clatter"9 damage."

The sorceress had just enough time to brace herself as the DungeonMaster pressed one of the buttons hidden behind his DM screen. The hard paddle attached to her specially-constructed chair - which left her naked bottom conveniently exposed - swung up to hit her buttocks with a satisfying thwack, driven by powerful springs. She jumped and winced, but nonetheless reached for her dice when the DungeonMaster commented "Make a balance-roll." The dice rolled a bit wilder than usual as another thwack resounded, but the result probably wasn't much affected by that, considering her poor dexterity. The DungeonMaster, meanwhile, rolled for the Orc, and nodded even as the spanking continued for the requisite nine blows. "You fail to keep your balance as the force of the blow sends you reeling, and fall prone."

The DungeonMaster's grin got wider as he continued. "This, of course, activate the Orc's inherent 'Sensing Weakness' ability, enabling him to use his Attack of Opportunity. Which he does." The sorceress groaned, twitching as the last of the blows landed on her now-reddened ass. "He moves in to pin you. Feel free to make an opposed strength-roll..." Dice clattered again, somewhat futilely. Considering the difference in strength, nothing short of a Natural 20 could have saved her. "And he succeeds, predictably. The Orc is now on top of you, his foul breath washing across his face as he eagerly fumbles with hit belt, his mace forgotten in favor of a more personal weapon..." As he talked, the DungeonMaster reached for the rack of exotic dildos arrayed next to him, and picked out a thick, roughly human-shaped piece, albeit dark-green and covered in bumpy warts. Passing it to the sorceress, she looked it up and down for a moment before reaching down to attach it to the mechanical apparatus positioned on the floor beneath her chair. The 'seat' of the chair consisted mainly of a pair of curved pipes holding her thighs in place (and spread), leaving her groin and ass alike entirely exposed - giving it more in common with a gynecologist's workstation than a normal chair.

With the dildo securely attached, the DungeonMaster once again rolled his dice. "Considering the position, he's got +5 to hitting your pussy... aaaand he does." Another button clicked, and with a slight hum, the machinery shifted to position itself appropriately before sliding forwards. The sorceress moaned lightly as the knobby orc-cock slid inside, parting her labia as it plunged deeper. Its length was insufficient to reach the depths of her pussy, but the girth was enough to stretch her noticeably open. Regardless, it was far from unpleasant... until the DungeonMaster consulted his notes. "So, with no reason to hold back, the Orc proceeds to rape you with his full... 16 Strength." A clicking sound could be heard as a dial was turned, then another button-press started the machinery, and the orc-dildo began to piston in and out of the sorceress' pussy with bruising strength. The molded scrotum at the base of the dildo repeatedly smacked into her labia, sending jolts of pain through her as she thanked the gaming-gods for that +5 Modifier.

"Now then..." the DungeonMaster moved on, leaving the sorceress to suffer the tender ministrations of the tireless fucking-machine until her next turn - assuming she could extract herself from her plight at THAT point. "These two Orcs seem to have picked out you as the main threat, and are rushing towards you with rusty battleaxes held high." The team's warrior - and the only male amongst the players - winced, checking his character-sheet as if to reassure himself about his high armor-class. And sure enough, the first Orc found his axe deflected by the warriors' burnished breastplate. Then the dice clattered for the second, and... "Oooh, Natural 20! That would be a critical hit for..." clatter"17 damage. Ouch."

A resigned look appeared on the warrior's face as the DungeonMaster clicked a button. His chair was designed a bit differently from the rest of the party's, to accommodate the different anatomical bits available. That included the 'Critical Hit' function, which in his case was a heavy, spring-loaded bludgeon which now swung forcefully through the air to impact his dangling ballsack, sending it flying back for a secondary blow against his hip-bone. The warrior sucked in air through clenched teeth, squirming in his seat for several second before gathering the strength to note his suddenly-decreased HP total on his character-sheet, gazing at his remainder with distinct worry.

Two more Orcs who weren't in range to reach anyone on their turn were moved tactically to support their fellows, with one of them heading over to support the pair attacking the warrior, while the other headed towards another pair clustered around the team's most isolated member - the barbarian, who had been scouting ahead (rather ineffectively) at the time of the ambush. With one Orc already in near melee-range and another Orc positioned nearby, looking suspiciously wizened and wielding a gnarled staff instead of an axe or club, she did not seem to appreciate the extra attention.

Then it got worse as the nearby Orc moved in closer and swung his brutal, blood-encrusted morning-star at her... for a second Natural 20 in a row. She gripped the armrests of her chair and narrowed her eyes as the damage-roll was made. "Bit of luck there... 's only 12, and your 'Tough Skin' +1 Damage Resistance makes that 11." Then a button was clicked, and something resembling a metallic meat-tenderizer swung up from below, its arc terminating squarely between the barbarian's legs, hitting her unprotected cunt with enough force to push her an inch or so back in her seat. As it swung back down into place, the heavy hammer's spiky front left a pattern of angry red spots in a square that covered her labia completely... and yet, through it all, she didn't flinch, beyond taking a single, hissing breath when the hammer slammed into her most sensitive regions.

"I take it you're using your Absorb Pain ability?" The DungeonMaster asked dryly. It was one of several skills that had a real-life challenge attached to it, which she had just performed admirably. She nodded, grinning, and the DungeonMaster returned it. "All right, then. That reduces the damage of the Crit by half, rounded up, so that's 6 damage. Your display or resilience also seems to intimidate the Orc, who backs up a bit, looking suddenly uncertain." The barbarian happily recorded this relatively minor hit (considering her voluminous HP-pool), but her mood soured somewhat when the last of the enemies took his turn. "The Orc Shaman, having noticed the warrior's ineffectiveness against you, turns his attention to you. Mumbling a prayer to his dark tribal deities, he lifts his staff towards the darkened sky, and suddenly, light flashes amongst the clouds. A thunderbolt blasts from the heavens, directly towards you. Roll to dodge."

The barbarian had excellent dexterity, but the dice can be merciless - in this case, providing her with a rather pathetic 2, which was nowhere near enough, even with her high modifier. More dice clattered to determine damage. "14 Electric Damage. And since it isn't a Crit, I'm afraid your Absorb Pain ability isn't going to play in..." A button was pressed, and the barbarian convulsed in her chair as the tit-clamps safely attached to her nipples were electrified, sending a continuous stream of hissing pain through her body. Normally, the DungeonMaster would have moved on at that point, but seeing as she was actually the next one up in the initiative-cycle, he instead waited patiently.

Exactly 14 seconds later, the electricity shut off, and the convulsing barbarian sunk back in her seat, breathing roughly. It took her a couple of seconds more to hear the DungeonMaster's polite reminder that her character was up next - 14 seconds can be a long time when a high-voltage current is arcing across both of your nipples. But she shook it off, and scowled down at the Orc Shaman's figure. "Well, obviously, I'm going to go into Rage mode. That'll heal half the damage I got last turn, for starters." She quickly updated her character-sheet before narrowing her eyes at the playmat again. "Next, I'll use a Raging Blow on this Orc who's crowding me. I get a bonus 'cuz he's intimidated, right?" Dice clattered at both ends of the table, and the final result was not in the greenskin's favor. "Well, he's definitely dead. Splattered in a fan across the landscape by your greatclub, even." The barbarian quickly nodded, then shifted her gaze. "Excellent. Now, I'll use Out For Blood and dash towards the Shaman."

Even with the bonus from Out For Blood, however, she couldn't QUITE get into melee-range of the spellcaster, which didn't bode well - but she'd gained enough distance that the third orc, who had been ambling in her general direction, wouldn't be able to make contact on his next turn either. Then the turn passed to the fourth member of the team - the only one who hadn't been engaged yet, presumably because the Orcs didn't consider her a threat. That was, of course, rather foolish of them, seeing as she was the group's healer. Now, she glanced at her character-sheet, and then nodded in the direction of the warrior. "I use Healing Kiss on him." The DungeonMaster nodded. "Go ahead, then."

With a grin, the petite healer slipped out of her chair and scooted over to squat in front of the warrior's seat as he grinned down at her. Leaning forwards, she made sure her hands were visible as she put them on her thighs - using her hands for this in any way would be an automatic failure - and engulfed his rock-hard cock in her mouth. The warrior moaned eagerly, bucking his hips - while keeping his own hands carefully wrapped around the armrests - and the sloppy sounds of an enthusiastic blowjob filled the room, creating an organic counterpoint to the whirring of the mechanism beneath the sorceress' chair, which was still slamming the rubbery orc-cock forcefully into her by-now aching pussy.

A couple of minutes later, the healer's efforts were rewarded. The warrior groaned and stiffened, and the healer's throat worked visibly as she swallowed his cum, letting nary a drop escape her lips. Finally, she leaned back and grinned up at the DungeonMaster, who nodded. "Complete success, I'd say. You heal him for 15 points." The warrior, looking markedly mellow, quickly scribbled this adjustment down on his character-sheet, while the healer returned to her chair, throwing a saucy look across the table as she sat down. "Don't worry, hon, I've got one for you too, as soon as we reach you..." she said as she winked over at the Sorceress, who smiled back while trying to shift her groin around to make the nonstop assault of the fuck-machine less uncomfortable.

The DungeonMaster, meanwhile, shifted his gaze to the newly-healed warrior. "Okay, you're up..." He nodded, glancing from his character-sheet to the playmat. Then he nodded again. "Well, no two ways about it... this is the perfect spot for a Whirlwind Strike." Dice clattered, and the warrior grinned. One of his hit-dice had landed on a 19, which wouldn't have been a big deal if it wasn't for his sword providing +1 to Critical Range. "Nice one... you spin around, sword out, and while one of the Orcs manage to jump back in time to get away with a nasty gash across his chest, the other one foolishly tries to duck... and gets decapitated for his troubles. His head rolls across the ground wearing a dumbfounded expression." The warrior pumped his fist. "Oh yeah! Who's yer daddy... right, I activate my Cleave-feat and launch a follow-up attack on the surviving Orc!"

Another die clattered across the playmat, and the warrior's face sank. "Ah, shit..." he mumbled. The DungeonMaster just looked at the 1 gleaming on the top face of the die and shook his head. "Yeah, that's a Critical Failure right there. You jump forwards to finish off the other Orc, over-eager, and trip over the loose head of his companion instead, falling flat on your face. You're now face-down, prone, and your turn is over." The warrior sighed and sank back in his seat, gazing worriedly at the remaining Orc-figurine standing next to his own. Meanwhile, the DungeonMaster glanced at something behind his screen, and then pointed at him and the healer. "Since this round is over now... you two, give me a quick D20 roll, please." They complied, looking suspiciously at him. Unannounced rolls were rarely a good thing. He just observed their results, rolled a couple of die of his own, and then nodded. "Right, then. Round 2!"

With that done, he turned to the sorceress. "You're up again. And in case you forgot, you're currently pinned under a huge, sweaty, muscular orc who is eagerly raping your tight pussy for all he's worth. What do you do?" She looked from him to her character-sheet, face screwed up as she tried to concentrate. The fuck-machine had screwed her to a couple of decent orgasms right off the bat, but at this point, her pussy was just sore and getting worse, with her labia in particular feeling increasingly bruised. She was finding it hard to think straight, but at least she wasn't far enough gone to imagine that wrestling with the orc would get her anywhere - she was at a disadvantage due to the lack of leverage, and he was both bigger and stronger than her. The warrior and the healer would probably be able to reach her on their next turn, but what with him taking a stumble and there still being an orc on them, probably not THIS turn... and the idea of having her sore snatch continuously hammered for THAT long did not appeal to her.

"Umm... right. I use Electric Touch on him again. 's point-blank range, right? So I can do that. Right?" The DungeonMaster raised an eyebrow, while the rest of the party winced. Then he nodded sharply. "Of course. In fact, considering the circumstances, it's an automatic hit. Roll for damage." Swiftly, she snatched up the pair of 8-sided dice that would determine the impact of the spell, and sent them rolling across the mat. For what she was fairly certain was the first time ever, they both landed with the 8's facing up, and the DungeonMaster whistled. The rest of the party winced again, but she wasn't paying much attention to them. "Okay then! Drawing upon your pain and rage, you throw your all into the mightiest Electric Touch you've ever cast, and the effect is impressive. The surge of electricity lifts him bodily from you, sending him flying backwards to land on his back, twitching slightly." clatter"And he fails his fortitude-throw to boot, so he's now stunned."

The sorceress grinned happily, and sighed with relief as a click somewhere behind the DungeonMaster's screen caused the pumping dildo in her pussy to stop, and then withdraw. Reaching eagerly down, she detached the dildo from the apparatus and handed it over to the DungeonMaster, who had already stretched out a hand expectantly. Then she settled back to smile victoriously at the rest of her team... and only then noticed their facial expressions. She was just starting to wonder why they were looking at her like that when she felt something cool against her bruised labia, and looked down to see a gently-curved piece of metal settle into place around her vulva, while a similarly-metallic intruder pushed up inside of her. There was a small bump on the inside of the top edge of the plate, corresponding nicely to her clit... and wires emerging from the back, both in the center and at the top.

"Now, that was very impressive..." the DungeonMaster said dryly. "But in case you've forgotten, you were rather... intimately connected to that Orc when you electrocuted him. So you take half of the damage of that attack yourself too - 9 Electric. And considering the location of the main connection, yes, it will be treated as a Critical Hit..." She just had time to open her mouth to protest, before the DungeonMaster flicked a switch behind his screen. Then a powerful current flashed through her groin, arcing from a point basically resting against her clit, to one nestled a short way inside her pussy, not far from her G-Spot. Speech was no longer an option - in fact, her jaws slammed shut automatically as her spine arched against the chair's back, and she vaguely noticed that the restraints mounted on the armrests and legs of the gaming-chairs had slammed shut, holding her in place as the electric agony coursed through her most sensitive parts.

The 9 seconds seemed to take forever as she thrashed against the restraints, screaming through clenched teeth. Her bladder let go within the first couple of seconds, spreading a highly conductive fluid across the surface of her pussy, ensuring that her already-battered labia got a painful helping of electrical torture too. Even pain-caused time-dilation could only go so far, however, and so, after a nine-second eternity, the electricity shut off and the vulva-cover swung back underneath the chair, leaving her shocked cunt steaming in its wake as evaporated piss filled the air with its heady scent. She groaned, sagging against the chair even as the restraints pulled back into the legs and armrests again. "Well, based on your reaction just now, I think it can be safely assumed that your character spends the rest of her turn convulsing on the ground, and doesn't manage to get back on her feet. Right then. Orcs' turn now." The DungeonMaster's calm voice proclaimed as she struggled to get her mind functioning again.

"This one's still stunned, obviously - shuddering on the ground, same as our sorceress. This one, though..." He points to the Orc that the warrior had wounded, but failed to finish off, in his previous action. "...is now laughing at your pratfall and stomps on you repeatedly." clatter"All hits, unsurprisingly, considering the bonus he gets when you're prone." clatter"Aaand that's 10 damage." The thwacking of the paddle attached to the warrior's chair resounded through the room as it meted out his punishment across his buttocks. He winced mournfully, trying to keep his hand steady enough to record the loss of health-points at the same time. "Meanwhile, THIS Orc who'd been heading over there takes a glance at the way things are going, apparently decides that his brother-in-arms has things well in hand now, and turns to head towards the one the sorceress just electrified instead." The figurine moved across the playmat, not quite managing to reach his goal in this round, much to the relief of the aforementioned sorceress.

Meanwhile, another Orc ran in pursuit of the barbarian, who was busily trying to run down the Orc Shaman who was probably the most dangerous enemy on the field. He managed to get into melee-range, but only by using a Rush-action, and thus couldn't follow up with an attack. The barbarian shrugged him off... but then, the Shaman moved. "Holding his staff out in front of him, he intones another dark prayer, and suddenly a sheet of flames shoot from his fingers. Roll to dodge..." clatter"Better than last time! You take half damage. Half of..." clatter"...14, that is. Lucky you. That's 7 fire-damage." The barbarian nodded and braced herself as a nozzle swung up from underneath the chair, pushing past her labia and into her pussy, where it unleashed it's payload - 7 ml of extra-spicy hot-sauce. The capsaicin-loaded fluid made the sensitive inner surface of her pussy feel like it had spontaneously caught on fire, but she didn't complain - at least it hadn't been a Critical Hit.

"The other orc gets caught in the flames too, and..." clatter"...doesn't make his saving-throw, taking full damage. He's looking rather sizzled now, and is barely standing." The barbarian, still twitching slightly as the hot-sauce scorched her pussy, grinned down at the offending minifigure. She knew exactly what to do next. "All right, I'll..." she started, but the DungeonMaster held up a hand. "I'm afraid it's not quite your turn yet." Turning to the warrior and healer, he lifted an eyebrow. "Remember those rolls I had you make earlier? Those were spot-checks. Which you failed. Hence, you're completely surprised when a pair of Wargs leap out of the undergrowth behind you." The two of them winced, and the warrior glanced down at the playmat as two new figurines were placed there. "Ah..." he mumbled. "So THAT'S why the other orc turned around. Unlike us, it knew they were there. Situation well in hand, for sure."

The DungeonMaster just grinned, and then nodded towards the healer. "The first one leaps at you, from behind. Opposed dexterity-roll, at a -3 penalty due to being surprised and attacked from behind." She sighed and made the roll. -3 was generous, under the circumstances, but considering her poor dex, it made little difference. "The Warg knocked you over, and has you pinned. His claws tear through the back of your cassock, and you feel his huge, hot canine cock poking at you." clatter"Well, with a +5 to Anal for being a Canine... yeah, he hits your asshole. Fortunately, being a canine, he ALSO self-lubricates." He was already handing the requisite dildo across the table from the array at his side, along with a rather small package of lubricant. It was a king-sized toy, definitely canine in shape, but bigger than any real-life dog was likely to be equipped with. It also had a tube sticking out of the bottom, which she dutifully attached to the output-tube on the fucking-machine as she seated the dildo there, applying the limited supply of lubricant across the tip and the upper edges of the knot as best she could.

Then she straightened up and gripped the armrests as the fucking-machine beneath her hissed and hummed, moving itself into position and then raising itself until the tapered tip of the canine dildo parted first her ass-cheeks, then her sphincter. Though the lubrication was mediocre, the dildo was smooth, and slid easily into her well-trained ass - until it hit the knot. "All right... knotting-attempt. Strength versus Endurance." Dice clattered, with the result as predictable as the previous one had been. She didn't have much more endurance than she did dexterity. "Succeeded." the DungeonMaster proclaimed, and pushed the button. The machine rose with a hiss, the broad knot pushing against her sphincter hard enough to lift her a bit from her seat, until gravity took its toll and her ass capitulated.

She groaned as she sank back into her seat, her sphincter smarting even as it closed tightly around the base of the knot. The mass of hard silicone filled her ass thoroughly, and she knew it could get bigger yet. The DungeonMaster, meanwhile, was looking down at his papers, fiddling with some dials and mumbling to himself. "So, knotted... means it uses Dex instead of Strength... there!" She wasn't sure exactly how much Dexterity the Warg had, but it was probably a lot, judging from the speed the hissing machinery underneath her seat suddenly started fucking her with. It was jackhammer-strokes, very short movements but a lot of speed and power. The knot tugged at her asshole from the inside when it pulled back, while the tapered tip of the dildo scraped against the curve at the top of her rectum when it thrust in. Both of those things were happening several times per second, now, leaving her gripping the armrests just to keep her whole body from vibrating.

Speaking up a bit more, the DungeonMaster turned his attention to the warrior again. "Right, then. The other Warg obviously goes for you. You're already flat on the ground, so you get a penalty to resisting being pinned." Dice clattered, with predictable results. "Now, though... his hind-legs are tearing at the back of your armor. Rolling versus your armor-class, with pinned penalty..." clatter"...huh. Failed. He doesn't manage to find his way through your mail-shirt, and works off his frustration by sinking his fangs into your neck..." clatter"...and fails to find any purchase there either. Seems like your armor's earning its keep tonight!" The warrior breathed a sigh of relief. He was down and pinned, sure, but at least his sore ass-cheeks weren't getting another pounding. Nor was his asshole.

The DungeonMaster then turned and nodded at the barbarian. "Right, NOW it's your turn. You were saying?" She grinned, pointing down at the figurine of the Orc Shaman. "I make a Bloodthirsty Rush towards him." The DungeonMaster glanced at the playmat, then shrugged. "Very well. As you turn your back on him and begin moving towards the Shaman, the other Orc, however singed he may be, seizes the chance to make an attack of opportunity." clatter"And he hits you for..." clatter"7 damage, -1 for your Tough Skin so only 6. His spiked mace scratches across your back, leaving nasty scratches but doing little real damage." The paddle beneath her jumped into life, delivering the requisite 6 strokes across her buttocks, failing to even make her flinch. She was too busy leering down at the figurine.

"...the pain, however faint, then triggers your bared instincts, and you spin around to delivery a swift attack with your axe, never even breaking your stride. Roll to hit..." the DungeonMaster then continued, familiar with the skill she'd just invoked. The dice were already in the air when he said it, and did not fail her. "...right. Blood gushes from the already-unsteady Orc as you open up his stomach, and he collapses in a pool of his own blood, life rapidly fading from his eyes." She took some satisfaction in flicking over the Orc miniature, and then moved her own up next to the Shaman. The DungeonMaster nodded. "Your Bloodthirsty Rush comes to an end at your target, and you deliver a powerful, rushing blow... with a +1 tohit modifier for taking damage on the way, and +1d4 damage for having killed an enemy on the way."

The wizened Orc Shaman might still have survived the onslaught if the dice had favored him. They didn't. "That's three down for me. So... how's the rest of you lot doing?" she said cockily, glancing around the table. The warrior was the only one to answer. "Yeah, yeah, you're a magnificent specimen indeed... just come help us out, willya?" She shrugged. "Sure, sure... I'll get around to it soonish, I'm sure." The DungeonMaster just rolled his eyes and glanced over at the healer, who was shuddering slightly under the jackhammer thrusts of the canine-equipped fucking-machine. "You're up next. And in case you've forgotten, if you're still Knotted when the Warg's next turn rolls around, you'll be Tied..." She nodded, trying to focus through the powerful sensations radiating out from her battered anus. The knot already felt huge in her ass - if it was fully inflated, it'd push her intestines to painful capacity.

There was no way she'd be able to wrestle the Warg off, though. And she wasn't about to repeat the sorceress' mistake and cast a point-blank-range spell on it, either. Realistically, there wasn't much she could do, really - at least, nothing with any serious chance of success. But it wouldn't do to just waste her turn, either... so, better to take a long shot on an untrained skill-roll that was unlikely to produce any problematic consequences in case of failure. "Umm... I'll try to influence the Warg. It's an animal, right? Even though they can understand human speech. So Animal Handling skill should apply..." The DungeonMaster nodded, lifting one eyebrow. "Yes, it would, but I'm pretty sure you've got exactly no ranks in Animal Handling... you'll be running off of your rather mediocre Wisdom instead."

She smiled faintly, silently praying that the dice would go her way for once. "Yeah, I know, but I can't think of anything else... so... I'm going to try to convince the Warg to dismount before he ties with me." It seemed a reasonably unambitious goal, which should hopefully translate into a low Difficulty-Rating for the roll - not that she'd know what the threshold was before making her roll. With another silent prayer, she let the d20 clatter across the playmat, landing on... "10, huh? By my calculations, that qualifies as a 'partial success'. Knowing just a bit about Warg social structures, you start acting suitably submissive and obedient, gyrating your hips to please him and generally acting like a Beta. Doing so, you manage to make the Warg warm up to you. So when you plead with him to pull out before he ties with you - making exaggerated remarks about how your body could not hope to contain his fully-unleashed virility and so on - he actually does pull out..."

The rampaging dildo finally stopped pounding her ass and then slowly receded, the knot tugging at her battered sphincter on the way out. She sighed in relief, but knew that the other shoe hadn't dropped yet even without looking at the DungeonMaster's nasty smile. "...and then jumps around to your front before you can even begin to react, thrusting his stained wolf-cock into your still-open mouth. 'You've got a sweet tongue on you, human...' he growls, as you feel his claws dig warningly into your exposed buttocks. 'Maybe you should put it to better use.'" Reaching down between her legs, she detached the dildo from the machine and lifted it up for closer examination. It was, indeed, somewhat stained - she'd had an enema before the game started, of course - that was just good sense - but they'd been going at it for hours... "So - if that dildo isn't sparkly-clean by the time the Warg's turn rolls around, he'll retaliate by tearing some nasty chunks out of your ass... if that wasn't clear." Nodding with some resignation, she began to lick the bright-red toy, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste and the feeling of her own ass-warmth against her tongue.

The warrior's turn was next, but proved uneventful. Considering his strength, he had a decent chance to shake off the Warg that was pinning him down, but the dice did not favor him, and he ended his turn in exactly the same situation he had started it in, while quietly hoping that his armor would continue to bear up under the next turn's assaults. And thus the turn rotation once again rolled over, and the sorceress was up again. Both she and her character had recovered from the earlier electric mishap by then, and since she'd been free of sexual distractions for the duration, she'd had plenty of time to plan her next move. Once she was on her feet, she easily toasted her still-prone orcish assailant with a Fan of Flames, then maneuvered herself into place using the half-movement she had left after rising and lined up the still-fresh orc that had been approaching her, and the one still standing over the fallen warrior. Then she activated her once-per-day Spellsurge feat, and fired off a second spell on the same turn. A handful of dice clattered across the table as her Thunderbolt tore through the two orcs - leaving both of them as twitching, well-done corpses.

With the fall of the last of the orcs, the tide had clearly turned. Only the two Wargs remained, and they were smart enough to realize that they'd been overwhelmed. After inspecting the dildo that the healer handed to him and finding that it was, indeed, perfectly clean and liberally coated in her saliva, he described their actions. "The Wargs look up as the Sorceress fry the last two orcs, and suddenly notice that they've been left alone on the battlefield. The one standing on the Warrior's back growls angrily. 'Useless green-skins. We had best take our leave, brother. There is easier prey to hunt out there.' The Warg mounting the Healer's face nods his agreement, and seems for a moment to consider taking a swipe at her as he leaves. Instead, however, he pats her on the ass and says 'You know how to use your tongue, human - and how to show respect to an Alpha. Maybe we can resume this at a later date...' Then the both of them jump off and race into the woods without another word. Do you intend to pursue them?"

Nobody felt inclined to pursue a pair of Wargs into the forest, particularly not in the somewhat ragged condition they were in. The only party-member who hadn't suffered at least some damage was the Healer, and after a quick round of mouthwash (at the insistence of the rest of the party), she was making the rounds underneath the table. Her tongue dug skillfully into the female party-members' cunts, delivering orgasms and Healing Kisses, before coming full circle and delivering another blowjob to the warrior. Once they'd moved a bit further away from the site of the massacre, the unanimous decision was then made to rest for the night, so that the sorceress and healer could replenish their spells, and the other two could gain access to their potent daily powers again.

"Very well. You've made camp, and night is falling. What will you do with your time?" The warrior was first to chime in. "Well, I've gotten banged around a lot today, and my armor had got to have picked up some bumps and scratches... so I'll strip it off to do some maintenance." The sorceress glanced across the table at him as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head and his cock - still hard and shining with spittle after the healer's blowjob - standing high and proud. "I'll... ehm... join him. To see if he can help me fix my robe. Which I suppose I'd best strip off since it's basically ruined..." she said with a grin as the warrior winked at her. Her pussy was still pulsing a bit from the machine-fucking she'd received earlier - but her ass felt a bit neglected. "By all means..." the DungeonMaster commented with an eye-roll, gesturing her towards him. With an eager laugh, she jumped up from her seat and swarmed around the table to climb onto his lap, steering his hard tool towards her sphincter as she sank down on it with a groan, wrapping her legs around his waist.

The healer, meanwhile, licked her lips and lifted an eyebrow at the DungeonMaster. "Well, I'll obviously be spending the night in prayer, appealing to my God for more spells..." He grinned back at her and nodded. "Appeal away." Slipping under the table with practiced ease, she squatted between his legs, steadying herself against his thigh as she leaned forwards and engulfed his semi-erect cock in her practiced mouth while the fingers of her spare hand dug into her pussy, seeking the relief of a self-inflicted orgasm. His firm hands dug into her scalp as he guided her head, and she could feel his tool begin to harden in her mouth - but his voice was as steady as ever when he asked "Do you want to activate your 'Abasement before God' bonus-feat?"

She could only reply with an "Mmm-hmm...", but he clearly got the message. A foul, acrid liquid filled her mouth as he emptied his bladder into it, coating her tongue with his piss... and she writhed in orgasm, her fingers digging more eagerly as ever as the sweet taste of humiliation was carried with it. Meanwhile, above the table, the DungeonMaster - looking largely unaffected by the healer's actions beneath it, looked over at the barbarian, who was currently grinning at the cavorting warrior and sorceress. "So, what will you be doing?"

Rubbing her pussy - her desires seemingly only whetted by the pain she'd endured earlier - she turned her grin on him. "Oh, I think I'll go... check on the pack-horses. I kinda' feel like I missed out on all the fun during the battle, so maybe they can... comfort me." He barked a laugh in reply, and reached over to the rack of toys to detach a large, veiny equine dildo with a pronounced radial ring. Pausing for a moment, he then lifted an eyebrow. "Make an Animal Handling roll, if you please. Just as a formality." She rolled the dice without her smile ever wavering, not even when it landed on a 3. He sighed, handing the dildo over to her. "Well, with your modifier... that'll be enough, sure. The packhorses are happy to see you, and easily respond to your actions. Go ahead and pick the speed, power and position, I'll set it as you like."

Mounting the dildo on the machine beneath her, she licked her lips eagerly. "Vaginal. Speed 5 and power... let's try it on 11 this time." A few clicks later, the equine dildo - in all its silicon glory - rose into position as she spread her pussy-lips with her fingers, inviting it in. Moving at a sedate speed, but with all the unyielding force of the machine behind it, it pushed its way inside, eliciting a drawn-out moan. Soon after, she was leaning back in her chair, clutching the armrests as the fucking-machine pounded her with steadily more slushy sounds.

He let this carry on for a while- the sorceress eagerly bouncing on the warrior's dick and the barbarian enjoying the attention of the virtual horse - while the healer worked her way through the full selection of 'prayers'. First the piss-drinking, then a thorough tongue-cleaning of his sweaty ballsack to stimulate sperm-production, and finally a short but deep rimjob to get his arousal peaking. Then, finally, the blowjob - her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with all her might. He allowed his control to slip and sighed as the climax rolled over him, maintaining a steady grip on her head. Only when he'd finished shooting his seed down her throat did he let go - and it wasn't until she'd returned to her seat that he cleared his throat.

"Ahem. So, while you all busy yourself with your own activities, these three take advantage of the fact that you hadn't thought to post any kind of sentry and sneak right into your camp, catching you all flat-footed..." The three Minotaur-figures towered over the cluster of player-figures on the playmat, and the sexually-charged atmosphere in the room suddenly became charged with various other things as well. Fear, surprise... and eagerness, with several covert glances at the long, thick bovine-type dildo on the toy-rack. This was just the kind of thing they expected from their ruthless Master, in the Dungeon or elsewhere. And they probably still hadn't realized who had led those minotaurs to their camp, and were still lurking in the shadows for another surprise pounce, he thought with a nasty smile. Could they avoid getting tied by the softball-sized inflating knot at the canine toy's base one more time? Hopefully not. He so wanted to see the expressions it would elicit...

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