“I am,” he agreed wryly. “I did not seek this divorce. She got the house and children, and the notoriety cost me my job. I don’t even know where I will spend tonight.” It was all background script that didn’t have to make much sense.
“There is a place you can stay, with free room and board, and all the sex you can handle.”
Sex, of course. It was the unit of currency in the game. Still, he was wary. “What, managing a brothel?”
“No, it’s a coven I belong to.”
“A coven! Isn’t that a collection of witches?”
“Thirteen,” she agreed. “You will be required to service one of us a day, by a strict roster, having no choice of partner. The moment you do one, another will be with you until she too is serviced. You will never be alone.”
He tried to assimilate this. It did not seem like much of a competition, if each witch was that eager for sex. Unless there was a catch. “These witches—are they unattractive?”
“By no means. You will find us to be quite compelling. Some are more attractive than others, but you will find each to be quite satisfactory as a sexual partner.”
Did he have a choice? He had to play the game the way it needed to be played, or wash unceremoniously out of it. “Okay, I’ll give it a try.”
“This way.” She walked to a back exit. He followed, noting the swing of her tight skirt. Under the formal outfit there was a body to conjure with, if that was not a pun.
She took him to her chauffeured limousine. They got into the rear compartment. There she opened her tight jacket so that her bloused breasts had expansion room, and unbound her hair.
“Xylia!” he exclaimed, recognizing the fair Nordic beauty, one of the victims in the prior setting. She had been caught by a tree, raped by a satyr, and horribly killed, but evidently had not let that turn her off the game.
“The same,” she agreed. “I have become one of the supporting cast. I will have the first turn at you, having recruited you.”
“You don’t need a roster to make me have sex with you,” he protested. “I will be happy to accommodate you.”
“We must follow the script. You must do me in the first twenty four hours. Then the others, in their turns.”
He was abruptly turned on. “Understand, I don’t love any of you. Fotina is my chosen. But within the game, sex with you would be a delight.”
“About that: in this round, one of us loves you, but won’t tell you. You must fathom who, in order to complete the round successfully.”
Ah, there was the challenge. “I will do my best. When do I start?”
She opened her blouse. “Well...”
He moved into her on the seat, putting his face to her bosom, kissing her classic breasts. She was a familiar person in a new setting, and that lent her special interest.
Soon her skirt was up around her hips, her panties pulled to the side. She sat sideways on his lap and his hard member thrust up into her from below. He lifted his face to kiss her mouth, but she turned her face away. That was evidently her signal that this was a role, not genuine sexual passion. Well, that was honest, at least.
Her plush bottom was conducive, regardless of her emotion. He pushed up farther. His penis penetrated to her cervix, and they were abruptly in joint orgasm. It was terrific. It also confirmed that the same climax trigger existed in this setting. That helped.
“Now you have done me,” she said as it faded. “I thank you, and must leave you, with regret.”
At least she was polite about it. “We’re still in the limo.”
She got off him and dropped down her skirt. “No problem. I’ll go switch out with the driver. Wait here.” She went forward.
In moments, another woman came back, a green-haired Elf. “Nola!” he said. She was the other woman who had been eliminated by the dread trees of Horror World. She too seemed to have survived it emotionally. These players were tough.
“The same,” she agreed, leaning down to kiss him. At least she had no compunction about that. “The coven is a kinder mistress than the trees.” That was surely a significant understatement.
“I, uh, just performed. Even in the game, there has to be a pause.”
“True. I will be with you until we connect.” She sat down beside him. “Now I must acquaint you with a rule of this setting. You must employ a different position each time.”
“That should be no problem. Xylia sat on my lap.”
“We don’t even need to keep track. You will simply be unable to assume any used position.” She took his hand. “I’m glad you won, Pedro. You deserve it.”
Could she be the one who loved him, in the script? “Actually, it was Fotina who deserves the credit. She freed herself from the tree, then rescued me. I would have been a goner otherwise, caught as I was with my penis in a knothole.”
“Your penis in a knot? May I laugh? It may not be funny to you.”
“Laugh,” he agreed. “I was an utter fool, chasing a nymph when I knew better.”
“That fruit. It made me so hot. I let a satyr back my butt against a tree. I was the same kind of fool.”
Pedro liked Nola. She would be fun to do, when the time came.
The limo drew to a halt. They entered an ornate mansion in a formidably fenced estate. The coven home.
The other members came to greet him at the front entry. He recognized most of them as former players. Surely all of them were continuing in the game by serving. Just as he and Fotina would have, had they lost instead of winning.
Nola introduced him around. She evidently had charge of him, until they had sex. Then she took him to her room. “You don’t have a room of your own,” she said. “You will always be with one of us, day and night. When you do me, I will summon your next date, and you will go with her. Now let’s change for dinner.” She stepped out of her clothing.
She was one splendid nude figure of an Elf. “Um—”
She turned her head. “Yes?”
She knew. “Let’s do it now.” He got out of his own clothing.
Nola nodded and backed into him. He put his hands on her hips, lifted her up as her legs spread, and set her on his standing member. Her vagina slid down and around on him, taking him in smoothly. He touched her cervix, and the orgasm came. He buried his face in her soft green hair, enjoying it.
She angled her head back and kissed him again as it finished. “Thank you, Pedro.” Then she dropped down to the floor. There seemed to be no ejaculate in this setting, which was perhaps just as well. They had seen more than enough of that in the last setting.
Another woman appeared. She turned out to be Imri, a Faerie, complete with folded wings. She took him by the hand and led him to her room. He was still naked, but that didn’t seem to matter. In fact, she produced new clothing for him after admiring his anatomy. It seemed he retained a larger size from the Horror Planet fruit, though it had not been true for his IRL session in the intervening week. He had spent that time on his own, wishing it could be with Fotina, but Honeymoon Isle had been a one-shot deal.
Dinner with the thirteen witches was sumptuous, replete with many courses, each with its selected wine. It was an eating setting, which meant in turn, it was also a urine and feces setting. Well, he could handle that. In fact, after the meal he had to retreat to Imri’s bathroom to relieve his bladder.
She was there with him. “You will not be alone,” she said, when he looked askance. “If you have a problem, I will help you.” She reached for his fly.
“Thanks, I’ll handle it myself,” he said quickly. But her observation caused his penis to stiffen, and then he couldn’t urinate. It reminded him of the way he had helped Fotina clean out the second load of satyr ejaculate.
“I think you do need my help,” she said. “Take off your pants and stand there.”
He shrugged and dropped them and his underpants. His erection was complete, standing tall.
Imri stripped bare, then spread her wings and flew up before him. She descended, coming close
, her legs lifted high and spread. Her bottom came down on his penis. She settled slowly, taking it in, still flying. Their only contact was genital. When she got low enough, his embedded member reached her cervix, and the orgasm came upon them both.
He thought she would stop flying then, but she continued flapping her wings rapidly, her face transported by the intensity of the orgasm. She held that position the full half minute. Only when it passed did she fly into him and cling to his body, kissing him. “That was very nice,” she murmured.
“It was,” he agreed. “But now—”
“To be sure.” She dropped off him, caught his softening penis in her hand, and pointed it at the toilet. The urine came, and she guided it perfectly. All he could do was let it flow until he was empty.
Then she released it and kissed him again. “That was fun.”
Another woman appeared, also nude. Each seemed to know when sex had occurred, though he hadn’t seen any signal. “My turn,” she said.
Pedro recognized her. “Salina!” She was the Nubian who had led the second boat in the first round, and pointed out that the boats could exchange partners, saving time. Soon enough, he had exchanged with her and her female companions, and that efficiency had facilitated his qualification for the next round. He liked her.
“Good to see you again,” she said. “If You’re quite through pissing with Imri’s hand, come with me.”
Imri shook the last drop from his penis and turned him loose with a smile. “He’s done.”
“Thank you.” Salina took his penis and drew him along after her into the hall and on to her room. There was no doubt who governed in the coven; he was at the service of any witch who chose him.
She kneaded his member as they walked, managing to make it partially thicken. Then, in her room, she backed up against him, pressing her buttocks against his half-masted member. They were marvelously evocative, and he hardened further. Though not enough to do her, yet.
“I really appreciated your idea about the boats,” Salina said. “It enabled me to make enough exchanges to qualify for the next round.” She made a moue. “Of course then I got eliminated by a damned horny tentacled octopus. Still, thank you.”
“Welcome.”
“Have you ever been to the fair at night?” she inquired.
“You mean those things are open at night?”
“This one is. Come.” She led the way out of the room.
“I’m not dressed!”
“Neither am I.” That was true.
“But this isn’t a nude setting.”
She turned back, fetched a jaunty hat from her closet, and plunked it on his head. She put another on her own head. “Satisfied?”
Pedro decided not to protest further. Whatever she had in mind was probably legitimate in game terms.
They went out into the night city, wearing just their hats. It was early night, and all the buildings were illuminated. She took him to the limousine and they got in. It started moving. Evidently there was a driver on duty at all times.
Salina sat opposite him, her thighs slightly parted so that he could clearly see between them to her dark crotch. His penis twitched. There was something about that view that was especially conducive. She nodded, satisfied that she had his attention.
“There are three challenges,” she said. “One you already know: identify the one who loves you. Another will be a surprise at the end. The third may be difficult: you will have to rape one of us.”
“But all of you need to have sex in your turns,” he said. “How can that be if one doesn’t want it?”
“I didn’t say she doesn’t want it. I said you will have to rape her.”
“Oh, bondage?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“She is incapable of enjoying voluntary sex. It has to do with her upbringing. But she can appreciate it, if it is forced on her.”
“In Round Two it was competitive. That wasn’t actually rape. It was victory and defeat. So if That’s the way it is, all right. I will fight her for the right to have sex with her.”
“She won’t fight you. She will reluctantly submit, because as you say, sex has to occur and she won’t want to hold up the process for the others. You will merely have to force the issue.”
“I still don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to like it, any more than she does. You will simply need to get it done.”
“Who is it?”
“Jalna. She’s a Moor, next in line.”
“Thanks for the information,” he said dryly. “Why did you tell me?”
“Because we lost our last man when he balked with her. We don’t care for that sort of disruption. This time we are giving you advance notice so you can handle it. See that you do.”
“I can make no promise.” Pedro had adapted to the various requirements of the game, including some remarkable ones with Fotina. But straight rape bothered him in the way that eating a baby did: he couldn’t do it even in simulation. He was in trouble.
The limo slowed and stopped. They got out. There were the brilliant lights of the fair, complete with raucous music and throngs of people. All were clothed, but none seemed to notice the two nude participants.
Salina led him to the giant Ferris Wheel. They got into a carriage and waited while the others loaded. That took a while since there were a number of carriages, and each had to be loaded individually when at the bottom of the circle. In due course all were filled, and the Wheel started its grand motion, carrying them up and around. The whole city was visible from the top, a lovely display.
“Now it is time,” she said. She got on him, facing him, her legs spread outside his.
“I’m not sure I’m quite ready.”
“Squeeze my breasts.”
He did. His member swelled to full mast.
She nodded approvingly. She lifted up, got on it, and settled down, taking him in. But not quite all the way. She tightened her thighs so that penetration was not complete. She kissed him.
It was a great kiss, turning him on further. Without that last bit of depth, however, he could not climax. What was she waiting for?
The Wheel accelerated, carrying them around at a dizzying pace. There was an appreciative “Oooo!” from the folk in the other carriages. Their carriage seemed to be about to fling itself off into space. As it passed the top of the loop, she kissed him again and dropped down the rest of the way.
They hit the trigger, and now the orgasm took them. It was wonderfully weird, there in seeming space. She was giving him a great new experience.
In time it expired, and they were left merged, but sexually exhausted. He held her close to him, appreciating the continuing feel of her breasts and thighs. She was enhanced by the game, and worth savoring.
The Wheel slowed and stopped. It was time to unload the carriages, one by one. They were paused halfway up one side.
“Okay!”
He looked up. A woman was hanging from the base of the carriage above them. He could see right up her short skirt. “I think someone’s in trouble,” he said, enjoying the view despite the awkward situation and the fact that he had just had sex. They were very nice legs.
“Damn,” Salina muttered. “I had hoped to sneak in a little more time with you.”
“There’s a woman falling off a carriage!”
She drew off him. “That’s Jalna.”
“Jalna!” he repeated, as the woman dropped into their carriage.
“Pedro,” she said, answering to her name. She was a wildly beautiful creature, perhaps in part because of her dishevelment.
“I will move on,” Salina said. “Have a great session.” She climbed over the carriage rail and dropped below.
These were athletic witches!
The Wheel turned a bit, for the next unloading and loading. Jalna sat down beside him. “I’m not going to sit in your lap for swinging sex.”
“Salina told me. She said—she said you are supposed to be raped. I don’t
understand that.”
“Neither do I,” she said, surprisingly. “Except that I was the youngest girl in a big family, and if my older brothers wanted something of me, I had to oblige them. I learned about sex involuntarily. I never knew it was supposed to be fun until I went to college. Then it was too late.”
“I—I don’t think I can do it.”
“You have to. I will not give you sex voluntarily. But we both know it has to happen. I will simply have to clench my jaw and suffer through it.”
“There’s got to be a better way!”
“Well, I suppose you could drug me and do it in my sleep. I've been had that way before.”
He shook his head. “I just—it’s the opposite of your experience. I've never had sex with a woman who didn’t want it. Even in the game, no one’s here who isn’t more than ready for sex, even if some roles require her to fight it.”
She smiled. “Pedro, You’re taking this too seriously. I know You’re a gentle man. And I did have fun sex earlier in the game. Don’t forget that this is a role for this round only. Do what you have to do, and after the round I’ll be glad to meet you for fun sex, if You’re interested.”
“I do have a—a girlfriend,” he said. “I met her in the game, but I love her and mean to marry her.”
“Then your course is clear. Hold me down, fuck me, and move on to the next. Otherwise, you won’t make it to the next round.”
“I don’t suppose it would count if I did you when you were asleep naturally, so I could think of it as voluntary?”
“I’d wake and fight. However, that would count if you hung on and completed it. Could be quite a thrill for you. And, actually, for me. In this role, I enjoy being raped in a way I can’t enjoy voluntary sex.”
“I never bought into the idea that raped women turn out to like it.”
“Don’t,” she agreed. “Raped women don’t enjoy it, as a rule. But this is a very particular role, and when my cervix is triggered, I’ll have the joy of my orgasm. I am simply unable to do it by choice.”