Kinky adventurers Ch. 02: Pt. 09

Ingrid leaned back from the rather intense posture she adopts when roleplaying, and stopped channeling 'Jessica' for a moment. She looked around the room at her friends before continuing. Silus sat on the sofa next to her, looking like he had perfect seats at the cinema and all he lacked was a bag of popcorn. Reya, seated on a chair Ingrid had pulled over for her from the dining table, leaned over Sebastian who knelt on the floor between her legs. The shape of his junk was obvious through his tiny, black, spandex briefs. Reya rested her chin on the top of his head, one hand idly exploring his chest while the other held a chain leash connected to a leather collar around his neck. Continuing counter clockwise around the circle, Yuna looked as delighted by the spectacles taking place around her as Silus, her gaze constantly drifting back to Emma on the beanbag next to her.

Emma, cleaned up from all the charcoal and makeup Yuna had applied to her earlier, had her knees drawn up a bit and rested her hands on her thighs. As Ingrid had requested, she was naked. Her legs obscured her womanhood, but she made no effort to conceal her breasts.

"How is everyone doing?" Ingrid asked.

"Goddess, I'm loving this," Reya instantly volunteered. "You all are so fucking kinky and delightfully nerdy. All I'm saying is, it's working, whatever y'all are doing here."

Ingrid smiled. "How are you feeling, Seb?" Seb said nothing, but his smile said he felt safe and at home.

"What about you, Silus?"

"Me? This is fantastic. I couldn't pay to get better entertainment."

"When are you going to join the fun, Si?" Emma teased.

"Soon," he offered, cryptically. Then, as a jab, "Maybe when you stop getting naked every scene." Emma blushed and put on an exaggerated pout, drawing her arms across her bare bosoms. "But I don't want that to happen, so..."

"Yuna?" Ingrid continued.

"I'm loving this! And looking forward to the next scene or two with Ash!"

"What is this excitement you and Silus keep dropping hints about?" Sebastian asked.

"Oh, nothin," Yuna replied coyly. "What I'm interested in is what you and Reya have planned." At this, she winked at Reya, who beamed back.

"Emma? How are you feeling?"

"Me?" Emma asked, feigning surprise. "Oh, the usual. I'm naked in front of all my friends, my D&D character is about to get fucked by a girl, and I'm horny as hell." The whole group laughed.

"Well, good," Ingrid said. "I'm glad everyone's doing ok. But if ever you're not, I want you to speak up. This is about vulnerability and authenticity and the unique magic that can happen when people share honestly in a safe, welcoming space. But it's also about having fun, and I don't want it to be a negative experience for anyone. Speaking up to say you're not ok isn't a buzz kill; it's a chance to reconnect with each other, listen to one another, and recalibrate to make what happens here wonderful for everyone. Ok?"

Ingrid looked around the room again, making eye contact with each person in turn. Everyone nodded along.

"Ok. What I thought we'd try next," Ingrid said, "is something we've never done before." Turning to Reya specifically, she said, "Normally (not that it's normal, or anything), after we have role played a scene that has kinky elements to it, we have the option of playing a kink scene here, in real life, that mimics or follows what just happened in-game."

Ingrid paused, took a breath, then continued. "This time, Emma and I thought, 'why not do it in real-time?' As in, why not play the kink scene at the same time that we role play the D&D scene, so that both are occurring in parallel?"

"Actually," Emma interjected, "it's more of an opportunity to have the two sort of merge and become one scene. Instead of having two similar but parallel realities happening one after the other, in sequence, we have just the one scene--happening here and in our imaginary universe at the exact same time, each playing off of the other."

"I'm not familiar enough with D&D to fully appreciate this, I think," Reya began, "but I'm guessing this is pretty unusual."

"Hell, yeah," Silus agreed. "I've never heard of anything like it."

Yuna looked over at her naked girlfriend and said, "I can't wait to see how it goes. Sounds like a brilliant idea to me."

"Is everyone ok with proceeding, then?" Ingrid asked. "Anyone here is fully within their rights to say 'no.' The scene will likely include sex acts. Is everyone alright with that?"

"For sure," Reya replied. "I've seen just about everything there is to see at kink parties, and this seems like a special, safe space." Seb, Silus, and Yuna nodded their agreement.

"Are you down with this, Emma? You're my partner in the scene, after all."

"Wait, you're going to..." Silus pointed at Ingrid, then over to Emma.

"Well, yeah," she replied as if it was obvious. "I'm the one playing Jessie, after all. Emma and I talked about it, and she was excited by the idea. Right, Em?"

Emma grinned and nodded vigorously.

"And, for the record," Yuna piped up, raising her hand like an enthusiastic school child, "I'm totally cool with it, too. I always encourage Em to play with good partners when she has the chance, and Ingrid's about as great as it gets."

"Aww!" Ingrid blushed and tried to hide her head in a shrug.

"Plus," Yuna continued, "this is gonna be so fucking hot."

"Alright, then. Shall we continue?"

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Standing with her wrists together at the small of her back, Kit feels the cool slither of rope as it slides along her skin. As Jessica works, the loose ends slap gently against the backs of her bare thighs and butt. Next, she feels a light tension as the rope loops and gradually tightens around her wrists. Finally, she feels a sudden moment of increased pressure as Jessica completes the knot with a soft rustling sound of rope-cinching-down-on-rope.

"Stand up, Em." Ingrid stands on the rug in the center of the room holding a length of rope between her hands. Emma uncurls herself from her spot on the bean bag and stands upright in front of Ingrid, exposing her naked, trim body to everyone in the room.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Ingrid speaks softly, but the gentle deference she normally shows her players as their DM is replaced by a firm tone. Emma immediately obeys, turning her backside to the group. Reya can't help staring at Emma's ass while Ingrid gets right to work tying her wrists.

"What kind of rope is that, Ingrid," Reya asks. "That is, if you don't mind me asking during your scene."

"I'm ok with you asking questions during the scene," Ingrid replies. "You can comment, too. It doesn't have to be silent. I want this to be participatory, since it's more than just our scene--it's also the D&D table's scene, in a way." Her voice is more deadpan than her usual, perhaps overly-deferential kindness. Silus and Yuna look at each other and smile, knowing she's dropping into a top space that doesn't have as much time or attention for social performance.

"Oh, and it's jute," Ingrid adds a moment later.

"Ah," Reya replies. "I mostly tie with hemp and nylon."

"Nylon's great!" Yuna chimes in. "It's easy to get in all kinds of fun colors!"

"Alright," Ingrid says, giving Emma a soft pat on the butt as she finishes the wrist tie. "Give that a try." Emma struggles against the rope, twisting and turning her arms, shoulders and wrists in a vain effort to get free.

"Nope," Emma says. "I'm stuck."

"Good," Ingrid replies matter-of-factly, smacking Emma's bare ass a little harder this time. Emma gives a slight gasp in response.

Kit's first instinct is to test her new bonds. Twisting and sliding one wrist against the other, it's no use: she's effectively bound.

"Turn around and face me," Jessica orders, her tone coming across almost as a taunt, as if to say, 'I dare you not to.'

I don't have to, Kit thinks to herself. This girl's just a pretentious twit. Besides, if I start obeying her already, pretty soon she'll have me doing every little thing she tells me to.

Oh yeah? a contrarian voice replies. You're pretty tied up. Not to mention naked. She owns you now.

Please? yet another voice begs. I want her to control me. I want her to play with me, own me, fuck me.

Dear gods, what is wrong with me?

Hands bound tightly behind her back, Kit turns to face the 19 year-old human girl across from her. She looks her over, notices the work overalls covered in dust and dried mud; the heavy work boots, dirty and scuffed; the modest swell of small breasts against the linen tunic with laces down to the sternum hanging loose and undone. Mostly, though, Kit notices the young face--pale skin, red lips, loose strands of her thick brown hair that escaped the heavy braid down her back hanging wildly in front of amber eyes practically glittering with the thrill of the hunt.

What have I gotten myself into? She's barely more than a kid, and she looks like she just finished mucking stalls or baling hay, but her eyes look like she's about to devour me.

For her part, the 19 year-old made no immediate move toward her captive, choosing instead to take deep breaths, feel her heart thumping hard against her ribs, and savor the moment.

Dear goddess, this is honest-to-goodness the girl from the swamp. It's really her. The one the bullywug king had on a leash. The one whose nipples were so hard I couldn't look at anything else. And her abs were glistening with sweat and swampwater.

Ok, I'm hyperventilating. Calm down. Breathe, Jessica. Just breathe.

Shamelessly, Jessica takes her time staring at every naked inch of the elf woman's body, from the graceful curves of her lithe neck and shoulders to the ostentatious blossom of her firm breasts and erect nipples to the drape of soft skin over firm abdominal musculature, the vulnerable divot of her belly button, the small, tidy patch of hair at her crotch.

It's fine to stare, she reminds herself repeatedly. It's fine to stare. I'm not some random voyeur, like before. She surrendered to me. She wants this.

A quick glance at the naked elf's wet crotch and erect nipples are enough to confirm that, in body at least, this is true.

I can't believe she's mine to do whatever I want with.

Anything we want? another internal voice questions.

This thought gives Jessica pause, momentarily calming the lustful animal chomping at the bit inside of her. With her arms bound behind her naked body, exposed and on display, Kit looks terribly vulnerable. The look in her eye as she watches Jessica watch her speaks silent volumes of excitement and apprehension, a knowledge that she has surrendered power in what is to unfold.

Well, Jessica concludes silently, maybe I'll have to restrain myself a bit, because she's in no position to restrain me. But only a little; this girl is mine. She can take it.

Eyes fixed on Kit's bare breasts, Jessica takes one slow, deliberate step forward, then another. A third step brings her within inches of her naked prize. She lifts her gaze from the captive's cleavage to her green eyes. She leans in. The flecks of gold and brown are really obvious from this close range.

Fucking gorgeous, Jessie says in her mind, but outwardly remains silent.

Kit's hips unconsciously sway from side to side as she squirms. Her beige lips, slightly parted, lean in subtly, willing Jessica to get started already. Jessica allows her lips to slowly approach, grazing her captive's in a moment of electric contact before pulling away.

"Well, well," Jessica purrs, looking deep into her captive's eyes. "If you aren't a horny little gift from the goddess of lust herself, I don't know what is." Kit breathes out a half-moan as the sense of helpless objectification sinks deeper into her mind. Her hips sway again and she pushes out her chest.

This is too much for Jessica--these are the very glorious, vulnerable nipples she salivated over in the swamp, here for the taking. No, begging to be taken. As before, she takes one supple tit between her fingers and proceeds to squeeze and knead it like dough.

Ingrid grasps Emma by the upper arm and spins her back around to face the group. Staring for a brief moment--alongside everyone else in the room--at her supple breasts, Ingrid takes one of Emma's nipples in her fingers, then the other, and begins to pinch and pull.

"Oh God!" Emma moans as Ingrid's ministrations continue. Her hips begin to dance and sway as she endures the intense pleasure she is powerless to stop.

"Aaaahhhnnngg!!" Kit gives a long, helpless moan as Jessica plays her nipples like an instrument. Then, suddenly, it stops, and she is left panting.

"Was that good for you, little slut?" Jessica mocks. Kit merely moans softly once or twice as she catches her breath.

Almost imperceptibly, Jessie brings a hand near Kit's crotch and softly runs her index finger along the soft, moist flesh between her legs. Upon contact, Kit flinches and shudders with surprise, vulnerability, and ecstasy. Jessica pulls away, eyes locked on Kit's as her hips squirm, then makes contact again, running her finger slowly and softly along the length of Kit's slit.

Another long, unguarded moan escapes from Kit as she feels her captress' finger slide across the entrance to her womanhood then continue on up toward her button. Without thinking, she thrusts her hips out to encourage contact with her clit, but Jessie feels her do this and withdraws.

Ingrid presses up against Emma, her t-shirt and jeans touching Emma's bare skin. She stares into Emma's eyes, but Emma looks away. Ingrid reaches around and grabs Emma's ass firmly. Emma moans softly, feeling the cool air against her asshole as Ingrid squeezes and pulls both cheeks away from each other.

Letting go of her ass and dropping to one knee, Ingrid places her palm against Emma's pussy. Emma breathes in sharply at the first touch. Smiling mischievously, Ingrid presses her middle finger along the curve of her captive's crotch, sliding back and forth as she applies pressure over the clit with her palm. Emma's moans become louder and more insistent, her breathing quick and shallow. Ingrid, her eyes fixed on Emma's, applies more pressure and rubs faster. Soon, Emma--her arms tied behind her back--is grinding against Ingrid's hand and moaning desperately. The soft sounds of wetness increase as Ingrid works harder and Emma starts to sway on her feet.

Then, suddenly, Ingrid pulls away.

Kit looks into Jessie's eyes, at once frustrated and ashamed at her obvious desire.

"You want me to fuck you already, huh?"

Kit frowns, her pride temporarily getting the better of her lust. "Don't look at me like that," Jessie teases back coyly. "You're the one who's naked and thrusting her pelvis in my direction."

"Bitch."

The word slips out before Kit realizes. Jessie cocks an eyebrow.

"What did you just say, slut?"

Kit is still in the midst of internal turmoil, debating whether to double down or not, when Jessie grabs her arm just beneath the shoulder and turns her a hard 180 degrees.

"Oh!"

Still surprised and off balance, Kit feels Jessica's hands press against the small of her back and shove, hard. Stumbling forward, her thighs crash into the top of the mattress and Kit pitches forward. She bounces softly once or twice, then comes to rest facedown on the bed. Before she can wiggle herself into a less prone position, however, Kit feels Jessie climb on top of her, the weight of Jessie's body pressing down on her bound hands and back while Jessie's thighs pin her arms to her sides.

She is thoroughly restrained. This doesn't stop her from struggling, however. The weight of Jessica on top of her registers in her mind like a challenge, and Kit isn't used to losing at wrestling. Panting and grunting, Kit squirms, writhes, and kicks, but Jessica stays put like a cowgirl at a rodeo. After a moment of futile struggle, Jessica reaches back and slaps Kit's bare ass with gusto.

"Yee-haw! I've got a fiesty one squirming between my legs." The tone of her voice indicates Jessica has ridden unwilling animals before and, remembering the clothing she's wearing, Kit doesn't doubt it. Her cheeks burn with humiliation at the comparison and frustration that there's nothing she can do about it. She throws her whole strength into her struggles, grunting and panting, determined to throw this cocky girl off of her. But after less than a minute Kit capitulates.

"Done struggling down there?" Jessica asks cheerily. "Ready to admit you're all mine?" Kit pants as she catches her breath but says nothing. Unsatisfied with this less-than-unconditional-surrender, Jessie reaches her arm back and slaps Kit's ass again, this time on the other cheek.

"Oh!" Kit gasps in surprise at the sudden blow.

"You ready to admit that I own you?"

This taunt is met with a frustrated growl and a renewed bout of struggling from Kit. Jessie responds by slapping Kit's ass again and again as she struggles, her moans of pain and protest growing louder as crack after crack fills the room. Kit, sweating now, continues to wriggle helplessly under Jessie's weight as blow after blow falls on her exposed ass and her cries of frustration turn to moans of pain.

"Beg me to stop," Jessie taunts. "I'm gonna keep smacking this hot ass until you beg me not to."

"Can I roll to see if Kit throws Jessie off?" Emma asks.

"Well, if you can roll while tied up, then sure," Ingrid replies.

Yuna jumps up to grab a 20-sided die and the dice tray. Holding the latter pressed against Emma's butt, she puts the die in her bound hands. "Just drop it!"

The die rolls around in the tray for a moment, then comes to rest with a '4' showing.

"Sorry, love, even with Kit's athletics ability, that's only a 10.

"Yeah, that's not enough," Ingrid concurs. "Kit stays firmly pinned."

The impunity in her voice fuels one last burst of pride-driven struggle as Kit's muscled body goes taut between Jessie's legs, but the cowgirl stays firmly on her bucking mare, and a dozen or so sharp cracks later Kit's body goes limp.

Crack!

"Aaaahhh!"

"Say it!"

Silence.

Crack!

"Aaaahahahowwww! Have mercy on my poor ass!"

"Say that I beat you, that I own you, and that your body is mine."

Crack!

"Aggghhhyou beat me!"

"And?"

"...you own me."

"And?"

Kit erupts into struggle once more, growling as she bucks and writhes. Crack!

"Oww!!"

"Say it!"

Kit drops her face into the mattress in defeat and utters a muffled, "My body is yours."

Jessie leans forward and shouts, "What was that? I couldn't hear you!"

"Grrrrr!!" Kit raises her head and begrudgingly yells, "My body is yours!"

Jessie leans back and enjoys her victory atop Kit's midsection for a moment. Then, smugly, she prods, "Was that so hard?" Kit makes a sound into the mattress halfway between a growl and a moan.

"Now, since you were so disobedient, I want you to tell me that you're a horny little slut and that you want me to fuck you." Jessie feels Kit's abdominal muscles tense and tightens the grip of her thighs on Kit's body in response. When a quiet second passes, Jessie reaches back and brings her palm down on Kit's ample, if now rosy-colored, buttocks. The moan Kit makes is now bereft of frustration and indignation--it is now purely helpless and pitiful.