Re: Slaves of the Syndicate (Public Use Card Game)
First round of smut
Ondna:
Blue Merchant
Ondna's first customer in the stalls was a stout Elynsorian merchant. He looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn't quite tell from the quick look back. Perhaps he had been a vendor along one of the streets she sometimes visited in her Academy days, but now, he had arrived seeking to get one thing out of her, pleasure. And it was just that which she was expected to provide. He didn't seek to look her in the face, perhaps luckily, instead taking the customary position behind her. Ondna heard the clink and the fumbling of a belt buckle before her guest dropped his drawers, and he unceremoniously stumbled forward, using only a dab of his saliva to enter her from behind. His movement was... not impressive, to say the least, and he only pumped her for about a minute or two before pausing, seemingly winded. Then, the cultist felt a slap upon the side of her rump, hard enough to leave a stinging sensation and undoubtedly some sort of red mark.
"Move those hips," came the expected command, and it was up to her from there on to show how well she could grind that backside against her lazy man. He did have a serviceable length and a fair amount of strength, but apparently didn't possess the fitness level to keep it up, and so Ondna was left to seek pleasure on her own. Still, her efforts certainly wouldn't go unappreciated, as she would hear the loud, pleasured groans of the vendor with every buck of her hips against his. Yet whenever she seemed to slow, the smacks of his palm against her ass would continue, as if he were spurring along a horse. She would be the one to take him there, and he controlled the pace. As if to put emphasis on her being this 'steed', he grabbed a handful of her hair with his free hand and used her locks as makeshift reins, controlling the pace from there. Despite the jolt of pain, Ondna knew she had little choice but to follow the merchant's lead to completion--hopefully her own--as she had managed to make it feel rather good for herself in the process.
But before long, it seemed as though she would have to hurry. She was getting close, but thanks to the stuttering grunts and groans heard from behind her, the john was showing that he may very well hit his before her. "Haahh... ohh, yeah! D-Don't... hnngghh... don't you dare stop! Hurry! I'm cumming!" he cried out between heavy pants, finally finding the energy to thrust against her in return once again. With the both of them working towards a peak, it was, perhaps predictably, the merchant who would reach it first. "Huwwwhhgggn... huwnhnnn!" he grunted through grit teeth, circling his hips as the warm spurts of his seed began to shoot deep inside of Ondna. Luckily for her, the sensation of being inseminated so deeply was enough to set off a good orgasm of her own, although she would still have to continue to move her hips to achieve full satisfaction. At the very least, he would keep himself inside her while she did just that, seemingly content to empty himself out completely.
Just as Ondna finished her last few spasms, her customer would abruptly pull away from her, causing his milky liquid to pour from her slightly gaping cunny. A few light pats on her tush would end the encounter as he heaved a sigh of relief, pulled up his pants, and walked away, leaving her abused and dripping for the next person to use...
Merriwyll:
Blue Mistress
The first to visit Merriwyll was a woman, surprisingly enough, although the only way she could tell at first was by the voice.
"Oh, what's this? An elf," remarked the customer aloud before leaning forward to press her large chest against Merriwyll's back, with both hands sliding around the elf's frame--one to grasp at her bare breasts, and the other to test her wetness down below. It was then that the purple-haired elf caught a glimpse of her customer. It wasn't a well-dressed noblewoman, or a peasant per se, but most likely a member of the Redclaws, as she was clothed similarly to some of the other thugs and slavers Merriwyll had seen, with short green hair. "Goodness, you are just gorgeous," added the woman. "I'm your first for tonight, aren't I?" she went on to ask while licking her finger and dipping it briefly, yet gently, in between the long-eared one's petals, as if to test whether or not someone had already deposited a load. Finding nothing but Merriwyll's own juices, she grinned, nibbling the point of her ear. "My, if I had the cash, I'd have spared you from all these horny blokes in line. But eh, I'll settle for first--I like it better this way. At least I won't be slurping some random fuck's nasty load out of you, hehe..."
For the first few minutes, she seemed content just to toy with the elf's pert breasts and to rub the exterior of her pussy--not that such foreplay wasn't effective in getting Merriwyll wet. If the long-eared slave was expecting to be pounded by some disgusting fat commoner at this point, then she would be pleasantly wrong. This woman wasn't terribly hard on the eyes, but even if Merriwyll was straight, she would soon find her body responding quite well to the first customer's ministrations. She knew just what to do, first working the elf's crevice up and down before ever so gently circling the sensitive bud at its northern tip, fondling her chest all the while and yet never quite neglecting the sensitive ears of the purple-haired beauty. "Fufu... you like that, huh? Spread your thighs a little for me," commanded the guest. Once Merriwyll complied, she would find her level of excitement to shoot up more than just a notch, as the soft, slightly cool fingers of the other woman upon her pussy were suddenly replaced with a warm, wet tongue, along with the tickle of equally tepid breath upon her most sensitive zone.
The woman then proceeded to lick her up and down vigorously, focusing her full attention on Merriwyll's cunny. Even her index finger soon slipped in between those soft pink folds, settling firmly on the bumpy surface of the elven beauty's G-spot and rubbing it in a circular motion. It caused jolts of bliss all throughout Merriwyll's frame, making it more and more difficult to stay firmly planted as her legs began to feel less solid and more like jelly. If that wasn't enough, the woman had stooped down low to turn the attentions of her ever-moving tongue to the elf's clit, and finally, the digits of her last free hand would tease her rear pucker. It had become a full assault on all of Merriwyll's spots down there, and the one servicing her didn't seem intent on stopping anytime soon until a full and complete orgasm was achieved. When she did, the green-haired one simply lapped up as much of the elven woman's juices as she could, as if she had found a fountain in the arid Deunic desert. The continued lapping of her tongue upon Merriwyll's pussy was almost like torture given her body's heightened sensitivity post-orgasm, but she would simply have to bear it until her first guest was satisfied.
And then, finally, she was. Without so much as giving a name, she kissed the elf on the cheek before patting her side and wishing her luck.
Hana:
Red Merchant
Hana's first visitor this session had stepped up behind her, from the sounds of it. By this point, many men had already had their way with her, and any hopes for anything vaguely resembling a normal life were likely long gone. Most of the johns simply put themselves in, pounded her, came, and then left, while others did it for a bit longer. It had almost become routine, for better or for worse. And all she had learned was that her father, despite his shining reputation, apparently had somehow made one more enemy than she would have liked, and that it was more than enough to put her in such a terrible situation. Perhaps with her talents in Wind magic, she could find a way to escape... but it likely wouldn't be today. Today, she would just have to endure. Like any other days, most of which blended in together. At the very least, she hadn't gotten pregnant, but she didn't even know if it was a safe day or not--and here she was, in the Stalls.
But despite the fact that she was fully naked, bent over and ready to be used and abandoned like some sort of machine, her customer this time around didn't care to take her from behind. He turned her around so that she might face him, yet upon seeing her face, he froze in place. He was a young Talean man, perhaps only a few years older than her at most. Handsome as he was, Hana didn't seem to recognize him, but he looked upon her as if he knew her. He didn't. Somehow, she had managed to stun him nonetheless. "Uh..." he started, seemingly shocked, perhaps in disbelief that she would be put to tasks unpleasant as this. Naturally, many of the girls in the Stalls were not here of their own volition. Hana was no exception. Perhaps he was new to this trade?
A blush crept over his cheeks as he simply gawked, but a yell from behind snapped him out of his stupor. "HURRY UP AND FUCK HER ALREADY! WE'RE WAITING OVER HERE!"
"R-Right," he stammered in Elynsorian, and unbuckled his trousers, dropping them to reveal his manhood. He staggered forward and gave himself a few tugs before lining the tip of his manhood up with Hana's sex. It seemed he was really nervous or new at this, or perhaps all of the blood had remained in his larger head, given the blush on his cheeks. But he wasn't completely impotent, and with a few more seconds he managed to get himself to full hardness by sliding the rounded end of his rod along the girl's folds. The incidental 'foreplay' of sorts did enough to get Hana's juices flowing, as well, and finally, the Talean merchant pushed himself inside of her, his member fitting her perfectly--or rather, her interior accommodating him just as well.
Yet, for as good as it began to feel down below when he started to move, he seemed fixated on her face. His mouth stayed agape as he began to pant, thrusting in and out of her at a pace less furious than Hana's usual type of customer. His hands wandered her body, truly appreciating it, first feeling her ample breasts and then moving down her sides to her hips and cupping her bottom, encouraging her to lift both of her legs so that he could properly pin her against the wall. From there, he stole a kiss from her, or two, or three, and before long Hana lost count of the embraces they shared. Even though he was just some random Redclaw customer, even though she was a slave of the Syndicate reduced to a mere pleasure device, it was one of the encounters in the Stalls that actually felt even remotely like making love. Her body's odd degree of receptiveness to him certainly helped as well.
Their coupling lasted quite a while, such that the two could easily ignore some of the jeers in the background by the people in line. But, all things had to come to an end, even relatively pleasant experiences. The wind mage's partner began to speed up as his breaths grew more and more burdened, and at that point she could tell that his body's natural instincts to reproduce--as well as her own--were far too strong to ignore at that point. And although his pace grew faster and faster, his hold on her never faltered, as he pressed his forehead against hers, grunting, liable to cum at any second...
And then, Hana came. Her orgasm caused her lower canal to spasm around her man's cock, as if milking him for his precious, potent seed, and within seconds it succeeded as he cried out, thrusting himself into her as deep as he would go and shuddering hard as a load unlike any Hana had ever felt or received was deposited deep into her womb. He seemed to be quite backed up, as his sperm-rich liquid continued to shoot into her inner sanctum repeatedly with no end in sight. The Wind Major felt her body give way at that point, and her partner's actions only seemed to lengthen her first orgasm, if not cause a second. He remained inside of her for some time, breathing sharply and groaning in bliss as he filled her more and more thoroughly, more than any man she had previous had ever managed. He swiveled his hips against hers, kissing her sweaty face and straining to catch his breath, until finally he was spent. When he did, he looked at her, breathing heavily, almost as if wondering exactly what he had done.
But although lines like these often moved along quickly, insteadhe paused, asking her,
"Do you... want to come with me? I think... I can take you away from here."
Anika:
Blue Cohort and Blue Thief
The catgirl's first john for the day was a typical sort of guest--a Redclaw thug. However, alongside him was not a very typical sort of guest, a... relatively large dog, which panted and wagged its tail as it approached her vicinity. As she glanced back, she would see the man motion to the floor. "On all fours," he would say, leaving the Felvari with little choice but to lower herself to her hands and knees. She was already naked, as girls in the Stalls typically were, wearing only a solid anklet that was connected to a post closest to her own stall to keep her from straying too far. As she waited, she felt a tickling sensation upon her bare backside as her cat-like ears caught a sniffing sound, and she knew right then that it was the hound catching her scent. Its cold, wet nose eventually moved to her exposed womanhood, and the animal paused before taking a few warm, wet laps of her with its large, broad tongue. "Good? Good," said the owner, who then snapped his fingers towards the deeper end of the stall, closer to Anika's head, where the dog scampered over.
This creature was apparently somewhat trained, as it seemed to heed the Redclaw gangster's commands. Another gesture made on its owner's part caused the dog to stand up on its hind legs and then fall forward, resting its front paws on Anika's back and leaving her with an eyeful of its engorged, thick pink cock, which was already fully erect and out of its sheath--presumably because it liked what it smelled of the girl. "You know what to do, subhuman slut. A girl like you is fitting for my boy... and for myself." The hound's rod twitched in anticipation. It was an odd shape, with a somewhat pointed tip and a large, round spherical formation near the base, and it was slick and moist all over, not to mention incredibly musky. It would be unspeakably degrading to allow such a disgusting thing in her mouth, and yet Anika was no stranger to acts of humiliation. Her kind were more often than not treated far lower than humans, and even some animals. It was practically expected at this point. When she finally got over her squeamishness and began to suck the dog off, she would hear it panting in excitement, along with a distinctive clink heard behind her. Then, a set of hands, human hands, would rest upon her hips as a different member, already wet at the tip, prodded at her from behind. It was the owner.
As Anika was put to the ever degrading task of orally pleasuring his pet, the thug had used the opportunity to slip himself inside of her from behind. He wasted little time in getting right to it, working up a steady pace as he began to fuck her. "Uuuhhh.... hahh, hahh," he began to pant as he proceeded to use the once proud warrior as her personal pleasure device. This was not to be a particularly romantic or gentle affair, Anika knew, but a session in which primal mating desires were to be vented out, both on the part of the man and his beast companion. His balls slapped loudly against her pussy as he hammered her from behind, causing her breasts to swing beneath her and her entire body to rock, making it more difficult to stay steady. Her Voidic biology couldn't help but respond in kind, and perhaps her guest knew this. So he fed it by thrusting ever harder and deeper, sighing in bliss as Anika's inner workings began to turn her on even more. "Still nice and tight for a little Felvari slut. Purr for me, bitch," he commanded, as he took the end of her tail in one hand while pistoning her rapidly.
Despite all that, Anika would have to contend with the odd feel of the hound's cock in her mouth. The animal excitedly thrust its hips forward at her face, causing her to kiss its knot repeatedly. Not long afterwards, it whimpered, and suddenly she felt a helping of warm, thin liquid leaking into her mouth. Then another, and another still. Was it cumming already? Perhaps not, as there was just so much, such that the excess leaked down out of Anika's taut lips and soaked her chin and lower face... and more of it would pour down along her neck and chest unless she made a dedicated effort to either release it, or swallow it all down. If she did the former, it would continue to squirt directly at her face, covering the rest of her visage. Surely it couldn't have been its actual load, nor was it urine. Either way, it seemed excited to be letting this fluid out and allowing Anika to have a taste of its distinct, slightly salty flavor. But while this might have been a potent distraction, the action on the catgirl's other end would soon regain her attention. "Haahh... fuck, too damn tight! Hunngghh... g-gonna blow!" announced the man fucking her from the back, and only seconds later Anika felt his hot, thick load flooding her depths. "Ohhhhh... OOOOHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!" groaned the thug, continuing to thrust all the while as he gave the Felvari a massive cream filling.
Several thrusts and loud cries later, he seemed quite done, and Anika could tell, by the way he had stopped and also by the massive amount he had released, pooling up deep inside of her. No man could possibly let out much more, from her experience. And yet, it wasn't quite over yet. The human pulled out and away from her, prompting a deluge of his semen to pour from her now slightly gaping crevice... and then snapped his fingers again. The dog pulled itself away from Anika's face, and the two swapped positions. The felvari found herself face to face with a human cock this time, which the thug wagged at her. "Clean it up good," he ordered, and just as she began to do so, Anika felt a set of paws upon her sides. The hound had mounted her, and had begun thrusting already before it was even in. But eventually, it did hit its mark, as she felt the odd tip of its cock pierce her right between her folds. It was then that she had sunk to true degradation, being used as the breeding bitch of this canine companion, and yet its movements were even more energetic and enthusiastic than those of its human counterpart's. The dog humped her vigorously, continuing to squirt its thin seminal fluid into her already cum-soaked depths all the while, and to make matters worse, its flared knot pushed into her, stimulating her G-spot even further, as if its design was meant for such a purpose.
Meanwhile, the human master shamelessly placed a hand on the back of Anika's head and guided her up and down his shaft, slowly basking in the bliss of it all. It was quite a contrast to his pet's increasingly rapid pounding of the catgirl, which soon came to a peak as it panted and whimpered, hammering her cervix and stimulating her G-spot with much more intensity than many human men ever could. It went faster, faster, and there was nothing she could do at that point to stop it. Anika knew what was to come next. Her body would respond in kind, taking her to a quick peak as she spasmed uncontrollably around the canine's member, as if coaxing it to give her everything internally. And it would do just that. Suddenly, a much thicker part of its actual load was finally deposited in her womb, and she felt its warmth spreading deep inside of her. Even then, the animal continued to thrust in and out of her for another minute or two until it was spent, leaving her helpless and with no role other than to receive for that time. And yet still, for as intense as the assault of sensations upon her rear end were, she would still be put to the task of cleaning her first mate.
After she was done, the two pulled away, with one of them leaving as unceremoniously as he came. The owner snapped his fingers for the dog to follow him, leaving Anika a cum-soaked, dripping mess, but the canine continued to sniff at her backside curiously, tickling further. With a final pull of its leash, the thug finally managed to get his companion under control and leave Anika for good. It was quite the start to this session already...
