Sisterhood Ch. 03

The wizard cursed, feeling my vaginal spasms as I climaxed. He pulled out and slapped my hypersensitive mound with what had to be the flat of his hand. It was a shock, definitely, and my whole body flinched as I blurted another short scream.

"Let go of her, grunt, now!" the magic user snapped angrily, and his partner obeyed immediately. "I'll make her regret this, I'll tear her in half!"

I almost panicked, the afterglow souring immediately, and made ready to resist with everything I had as the soldier withdrew out of my ass, pushed me off him and gripped my arms hard to prevent me from scrambling away. The army grunt had gotten his, now he was at the wizard's beck and call, as long as it was fun helping in what they did to me.

I imagined the wizard lifting up a sacrificial blade from his discarded robes, preparing to cut me, or stab me...

*No!*

I looked fearfully over my shoulder but paused then, and ultimately I didn't panic. I realized that I could actually see the lean outline of my Drow wizard....

His spell was starting to wear off! Chances were good that their time with me was almost done. I could finally see hints of his expression, like smoke wisps rising off a snuffed candle. It was what I needed to know for certain, and right then: he had lost the Game, he knew it and he was frustrated...but he was not murderous.

He wasn't going to kill me, and more, he didn't feel any victory. He just wanted satisfaction of some kind. I couldn't really blame him; I would want that, too.

While anything done in the goal of winning the challenge was, in theory, forgivable (especially if the male had been directed by a Red Sister to do his deeds, as these two most likely were), whatever was done *after* the Game was over and won would never be forgotten.

It was how we were.

I did not fight but instead allowed the fighter to roughly set me on my hands and knees. He pushed my shoulders down until my arms collapsed and he held my head down on the floor with the weight of his body, fisting my hair again. When the wizard knelt behind me and gripped my haunches, between the two of them I really couldn't move. I felt my muscles flex protectively as I waited for further violation.

I knew a few inflexible acquaintances at Court—ones who likely wouldn't live much longer— that would have never allowed this position; they found it so demeaning, their exposure so low and helpless, that they say they "would rather die" than be mated this way by a male Drow.

Fortunately this wasn't the case for me; I'd learned that no amount of humiliation was worth dying or breaking. I could survive any position and always get revenge later.

Just ask Juarinia.

Of course...that would be one advantage the wizard had over the soldier in my revenge; I only knew his voice, I didn't know his face.

I winced as the wizard forced his sustained erection into my nether-hole, not giving up the Game without at least following where the warrior had gone. He pumped methodically, hard and seemingly without much pleasure. He made sure it hurt me, though I bit my cheek and refused to make a sound for him.

I knew he was trying to take care of his physical need but he'd already lost his power high; this was just for spite. I was sore but still elastic from the prolonged sodomy and slick from ejaculate the soldier had given me, not to mention relaxed from the crashing orgasm I'd had....

I could endure this, even if I could open my eyes look at myself in the polished floor with a wispy, semi-invisible form leaning over my haunches, the imprints from his gripping fingers deep in my flesh.

Finally the wizard grunted, pressing hard to me and adding his own seed to the mix in my bowels. He did not linger before withdrawing quickly and standing up. The fighter let go of me and I immediately scrambled to my feet and whirled around to scowl at them, feeling my asshole burning as much as my cheeks were.

I stared hard, memorizing the soldier's face and studying the outline of the slowly clarifying wizard. The magic user took an involuntary step back, realizing then that I could look right at him. I grinned maniacally seeing it. He was the smart one; he started moving for the shadows almost instantly, followed by the fighter a few heartbeats later.

The fighter was dead for sure. And I'd damned well look for the other.

This time I didn't hear the three Red Sisters approaching, but I expected them so it wasn't unnerving to turn around and find them there. Unlike last time, my collector was smiling smugly, looking very satisfied, though the face of the youngest was carefully neutral.

I looked at the eldest, trying to read my fate in her eyes. Like with Kerse, I'd played this Game my way, but I still didn't really know what this eldest was looking for when she studied me.

"Stand in the diamond one last time, Sirana," the eldest said quietly but firmly. "Take hold of your ankles again."

I sighed to myself and obeyed. That sounded like a death sentence to me. I had no idea what I'd failed at, or maybe there never had been a way not to fail.

But at least I had had a few good, last climaxes...

(to be concluded)