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[Bazzell] 😈 Gimpi-101 Gimpi Meets Jack's Ex
Gimpi wanted to scratch her eyes out. Her rage was just about to explode when she realised that she could not tear great chunks blonde hair from that bitch’s head, because she was firmly secured to to this bloody cross table. Just as she was about to let loose a righteous verbal spanking on this blonde cow, Gimpi heard her master’s voice behind her:
“Calm down, Gimp!” He ordered, in that all too familiar tone which indicated he would stand no nonsense from her at this time. Jack could read Gimpi’s face, and thought he’d better nip this in the bud. “Open wide, slave.”
And Gimpi instinctively obeyed.
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[Bazzell] Gimpi-102 Gimpi Meets Jack's Ex
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[softfocus] :devilish: Lorraine the Latrine Slave
The "Cross & Sword" tavern prides itself in the complete service provided. Naturally, that includes a slave wench yoked and chained next to the latrine, for use at a small price.
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[berseh] :devilish: The Novice 26 to 41
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*Oh Goddesses, what is happening? This is insane, this can't be! He-he can't drag me on the ground like a twig! Ohh my.. No.. He's so strong he's doing it effortlessly.. So fast! and the sand, it's.. It's chafing! I feel so diminished, it's got to stop!*
"Please Mister? Please Mister let me go, I'll walk! I'll walk!"

"Did I not hear you complain you had no strength left? A bit late for you, hishhh hishhh!! A bit late indeed! And you kow what? You dared call me names. You belong to me. A property can't call its owner names without retaliation.. That's where we go."
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"Ohh but I will not drag you too long, slave. This tree will fit perfectly for your first lesson and yesshhh.. Time enough before night falls to make you understand your new place.."
"What- what, p-please what, why? Let me walk let me walk sir, just let me go. I'm asking you!"
*What has this tree got to do with.. Oh Goddesses, what's in his mind? I'm so scared now..*
"Please sir, I understand it was wrong of me to challenge you.. Please hear me!"
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ohh mighty Tani, this is so unreal so impossible..My magic, it's.. The sand , it's ruffling, it's so hard on my skin*
"cry, complain, stupid hen! "
Please sir.. This is so humiliating.. I'll walk, I'll go where you want me to..
"Humiliating..hishh hishh.. No it's not. Not for what you are. It's just you don't understand your new place, but I'll show you"
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"No need to gesticulate, wench, your fate is sealed. It's what I want that matters. And right now, since you're so stupid we will stop here and get your dumb brain to meet reality. To understand what you've just become."
"I .. what I've become? Mister, please let go of my foot.. I'll follow, I swear I will!"
"Hmmm..This will do very well for now. Just the right height. I've got to release steam, I'm sure I will enjoy teaching you how to obey your master"

*What? A..Tree? Why, what does he want to do? Ohh It's so scary!.. Goddess come help me! He's.. He's not .. what is he going to.. *
"Forgive me! Forgive me forgive me! Just what are you going to do? I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry! I was wrong to call you, Ohh.. If you knew.. Sir, I regret, I really do! Please let me go, please stop dragging me
*cries*
"Now, let's get you all set for what's coming, shhh shhhh!"
"What, why are you d-doing this? I said I'm sorry.. Please sir forgive me I didn't know you w-"
"Stop babbling and shaking, I need to tie those wrists well enough"
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*What is he going to do? As he dragged me I was so afraid he was going to hang me, and now..Now I..*
"It's so tight! It hurts! Sir? Please, I won't go anywhere, there is no need to-"

"Of course there is: In a short time you'll be squirming and contorting yourself so much like a pinned butterfly, your wrists might slip out of the ropes, Hishhh, shhhh! Shhhh! And I want you totally offered"
"Why? You say I'm going to squirm, to sh-shake? Why.. I-I.. You vanquished me, I understand.. I'll follow you..Tell me you're not, please sir tell me you're not going to-?"
"Hshhh! Hshhhh! From now on I can do anything to you. You're in my power. You belong to me just like a mare or a tapestry. Do you understand what this means? You have no rights anymore."
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"What are you doing? No no! No, you can't do this!"
*oh goddess.. His hand on me.. It's so repugnant.. and he's he's going to O, Tani! Come to my rescue!*
"Of course I can. This thing is totally useless now. I wrapped it on you when you passed out because I like my pets to understand that whether they wear something or not depends only on me."
" Please sir, it's...disgraceful, please don't do this, I don't allow you"
"You don't? Hsshhhh! Hshhh! You don't? Hshhh Hsshh, so good!""
"Hmmm, what do we have here?
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Shhhh.. I didn't have time to inspect you earlier but now.. The body is firm... Ohh, what a nice little mons! Hhssshh, Yes, you have some value after all, and what sweet little slit! Shhhh shhhh!"
*I'm so ashamed.. He's talking about my.. Like he's entitled to.. Like I'm his.. So gross!*
"Please, I call on your decency.. You have to respect .."
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"Hmmm.. You may be dumb as a goose but your skin is soft. Very soft I'm going to enjoy that!"
*His hand on me.. Yikes.. How he touches my waist. And.. And how he pulls away the..*
"Sir *sobbing* sir please don't touch me! Dont-don't look at ..I pray you... If you debase one of us th-the witches will-"
"Hsshhhh hhshhh!, The witches, hsiihh hsiihhhh.. I can't say I'm impressed with their wisdom, sending such a stupid weakling as you to confront me.. Ahh yes, let's see.. this thing slides down very well.. Hmmm.. But what a nice looking mound!"

*Oh Goddess, it's so embarrassing.. I'll be fully exposed.. My sex.. O board of sorceress, help me!*
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"Soft skin or not, there's only one way to make you fully grasp how low you are now, pet. And I've got what it takes for this: It's lodged inside my magic wand. It's not magic but you'll see: It works wonders, Hshhh Hshhh! Just wait I'm going to fetch it!"
"W-What do you mean? I'm - I'm a certified magician, we're sacred! Already touching me and- and disrobing me is-"
"Hshhh Hshh.. sacred? You would be funny if in reality you were not just a dumb cow! Now let me get my tool"
* This is a nightmare.. A nightmare! I am so vulnerable.
I don't understand. How could he defeat me? I had all the magic in me, all this power in my magic ball..and now? Now.. oh, this is so humiliating.. How this brute undressed me. Tied me up to this tree, fully exposed.. Goddesses, I can't stop trembling.. How he had his hands over me.. his comments on my mound... so disgusting!
And now? Now, what? I'm so scared, so scared!
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*What's this thing in his hand? It's.. oh noo! It's not..It can't be?*

"Sir! Sir, you're not going to hurt me? Sir, I beg you! I'm sorry for having been arrogant, I-I'm really... I don't deserv- please forgive me, I didn't want to offend you, I had no idea you were such a - Sir? You can't really want to hurt me, you know the witch board would- Pleaase? Please sir?"
"Stop calling me sir, you miserable idiot!
Calling me Sir is good for women but you're only a slave now! That means you are nothing else than what I decide. You will obey! You will take what I choose to do to you.
From now on you will address me as Master, you hear me?
MASTER!
And this thing in my hand is also your master!
Anything I choose will also be your master! It's time for you to get a taste of what servitude really means. You are going to feel my power. My whims!

You are going to feel the whip!"
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"Noooo! No, I beg you! Oh, I beg you! D-don't hurt me, this is not right! I'll say what you want Sir, I-I mean Master! See? I 've called you.. Please! Please, I can't stand pain! It's too much. I j-just can't. There's no reason, Hear my plea. Noooo! Pleaaase...Master?

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[LmAnt] :devilish: Erfuellte Nacht
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"Well then, Miss Clothels.
We have done everything in our power to make this night a truly fulfilling experience for you!"
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[LmAnt] :devilish: Desire
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D1
"Now, my dear, in the course of the next few days, you will teach them what it really means to desire!
And perhaps you will learn what it really means to be desired!"
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D2
"That's it, bitch!
Dance the pole!
Fuck the shaft!
Let them hear you!
Let them imagine how it penetrates you!
Slowly, deep!
Then faster, deeper, harder!
Make them wish they could see you being fucked by the pole, how it spreads your pussy, big and hard, wet from your juices
Come as often and as loud as you can!
Make them wish it was their cocks giving you this pleasure."
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D3
Now let your hair down!
Show your wildest side!

Get down on all fours!

Show off your gorgeous arse and your shiny, rosy holes!
Shake it slowly!
Go deeper!
Tease the dildo!
Moisten it with your juice until it glistens and drips!
Rub yourself against it until your cunt swells and your clit threatens to burst!

Let them hear what you feel!
Spread your cunt with the tip of that mighty shaft!
Rub your rosette against it.

Don't let it penetrate!

Let them hear your whimpering, your lust, your arousal!
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D4
Let's open the windows a little today.
Let's give them hope!

Spread your legs, comfortably wide!

Bend over!
Let them see what they desire most now!
They won't be able to reach you just like that.
Only with their eyes and in their thoughts.

Look at them while your fingers spread your cunt.
Smile at them, friendly
Take your time.
Then penetrate yourself.

Enjoy it.
Stroke you, caress you, fuck you.
Slowly and gently, deep and hard and fast...
Just the way you like it.

Let them see you, let them feel you, let them hear you approaching the end.
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D5
On your knees!
Your hands behind your back!
Spread your legs wide!

Time for a reward.
Get as close as you like.

Give them a taste of their personal paradise!
No one will dare do anything you don't like.

Let them explore you!
Give them an idea of what it would be like inside you!

Enjoy their trembling excitement, their clumsy attempts to impress you.

Wrap yourself around their fidgety fingers.
Fuck them until you come!
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D6
...now pick one,
and make him the happiest, and the others the most envious persons in the world!

Pick to your liking,
wisely, though!

You will be his for the rest of your stay here!
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D7 - Final Destination

 
[LmAnt] :devilish: Lmant's Fun / Shower
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“Dammit! She passed out way quicker than I thought she would!
I haven't even finished her off!
Good job, though, Luke!
Perfectly executed as planned!

Just hold her for another minute, just to make sure!

And Thank You for eventually turning that fucking water off, Pete!”

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[LmAnt] :devilish: Lmant's Fun / Shed (1,2,3)
I woke up in a way that didn't feel like waking up,
but rather like sliding from a dark and evil nightmare into a mind that's bugged out from spending too much time in a drug den.
For now, I didn't feel pain.
I didn't even realize that I was restrained.
I just felt numbness.
And a weird blurriness, like overdone photoshop-filters, when I slowly opened my eyes.
And I felt heat, and a biting coldness on my skin at the same time.
I was sweating and freezing.
Unsurprisingly, I had no idea where I was and how and….why?
At least I knew who I was.
But trying to remember anything before lead to…nothing!
I have enough experience with that kind of stuff that I knew I had been drugged.
Interestingly, this insight was a relief.
Not so much the fact that, where ever I was, I wasn't alone.

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The man on the chair had been sunken in a book on his lap.
But the moment I slowly lifted my head, he immediately put it away and got up.
And I knew that guy!
I had seen him on the Campus several times.
He was some kind of caretaker. Making errands, mowing the lawn, fixing things here and there.
But I didn't know his name.
At least not his real name.
The students referred to him as “Bane”, though I am pretty sure that was just a nickname, coming from his looks.
He was a giant piece of flesh and muscles.
Okay, from my perspective, most people are giants.
But in his case, it was a universal truth.
I've always been a bit scared of him.
And it was all from his appearance, as he had never behaved inappropriate or even only weird.
Much rather had he always given the impression of a guy who likes his works and is doing it calm, focussed, somewhat proud,
and friendly.
It was his sheer mass that made me shiver.
It was the look at his face, that was demolished by odd scars, just as his body, as I could see now.
It was his one blind eye.
And, maybe mostly, that there was no hair on him.
Nothing, not even lashes.
And now that guy stood in front of me, with an expression that told me nothing at all, except it being calm, focussed, somewhat proud,
and not unfriendly.
And he had a glass in his hand:

“Drink,” he said and lifted it to my lips.
I had never been in contact with him, so this was the first time I actually heard him talking, and I was surprised how…normal his voice was.
And I was thirsty, in deed. But I was also hesitant.
What if I was about to be filled with more drugs?

“Water,” he said as if he knew my thoughts.
“Drink, Professor Clothels!”
Oh, great. He also knew who I was!

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I emptied the glass with small, cautious sips, as if I could taste if something was wrong with it.
And “Bane” lifted it to my lips without any sign of impatience or hurry.
It took a minute, that also gave me some time to think, or at least to collect my thoughts, and impressions.
I was in something like a shed and it was small.
Maybe 12 feet (3.66 m) to the wall in front of me, with an open wooden door and a small window.
And 15 feet (4.57 m) wide.
It was empty, except for the chair and that gas-heater, that miraculously had turned off by itself.
Perhaps the tank was empty?
But also the light had changed.
I couldn't really make out how and where, but the room got brighter, while I was drinking.
That was strange.
But I didn't have time yet to think about that, because “Bane” put the glass away when it was empty and grabbed one of my arms.

“I can release your arms,” he explained, still all calm and focussed, “But then I have to fix one leg. Your choice, Professor Clothels.”
It kind of bothered, and somewhat scared me, that he was saying my name and title yet again.
But the decision was easy, really.
“Yes, please,” I said with a voice still a bit dry and rusty, and silly enough, I added a “Sir”.
He silently giggled.
It was really barely audible.
Mostly due to another muted sound.
It was the sound of the restraints that automatically opened without that “Bane” had to do anything except for raising his hands in their direction.
And just like that, they closed when I had positioned my leg.
“High tech restraints in a run-down shed...what the fuck!?” flashed through my brain, and I desperately wanted to know what the hell was going on here.
“Sir,..” I did that again, but I just didn't dare to call him by his nickname,” where am I? What do you want, please, Sir?”
But he didn't react. He just checked that everything was in place as it should.
And then completed his work with these words that run an avalanche of shivers down my spine:

“You're all set, Professor Clothels. Time to tell The Boys you're ready.”

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[LmAnt] :devilish: Lmant's Fun / Shed (4,5,6)
“Please, Sir”, there was no way I could resist trying to get some information of him.
“Please,...Who are they?
You're working for them?
Why you're doing this to me, please?”

And he looked at me for a moment, his brows slightly bend.
And then he bent forward. So close, our noses almost touched and I could feel his breathing.

“You don't even know my name, Professor Clothels. So why do you care about my motivation?”
And suddenly I could feel the back of his hand in my crotch and how his fingers softly stroke up my labia.
“But I tell you why: It is because from your visitors, I will be the one that can see you as often as he wants,...for free.”

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Needless to say that after these last words from Bane my overall condition switched from being heavily unsettled to full panic mode!
Visitors? Bane for free? So, the others would pay?
It didn't require much imaginative power to know what these “visitors” would pay for!
I had to escape!
I had to run!
I had to try everything I could to get away from this place!
Easier said than done, though. Much easier.
These restraints were merciless.
As much as I tried, and trust me: In my panic I tried with more strength than you'd expect from me, there was no way I could crack these damn things open, or even only moving them.
But they moved on their own!
Just like they had done when Bane had released my arms and then later had fixed my leg.
Accompanied by the muted sound of something that sounded like servo-motors, or something with a hydraulic mechanism, the rods moved closer to or away from my body.
As if they would react to my attempts!
I also noticed now that the material they were made of felt strange. It was a solid material, almost like some metal, but the surfaces felt smoother than that. As if they were coated with a thin soft layer.
But while I was trying to understand that something else interrupted me:
I don't know if I just hadn't noticed it before or if it simply hasn't been there, but now I got aware of a camera in front of me!
It came from the ceiling, was mounted on a long arm that could move it in all directions, and now it was looking directly into my face, with a red blinking light indicating that it recorded what it saw.
It stayed there for a few moments, and then it started to move downwards, its lens always looking at me, while also slightly moving to the left and right, as if it would enjoy it journey.
Until it eventually stopped at the height of my crotch and then moved closer until it almost touched me!
I know it was silly, but I stopped my attempts to open the restraints and tried to push away the camera instead.
It was never close enough for me to reach it.
Particularly because my restraints tightened closer and reduced my movement range even more.
Someone was controlling them!
Just like the camera.
And the heater.
And the lights...
Someone was controlling everything here!
“Go away”, I screamed in direction of the camera.
“Leave me alone!”
And in one last desperate trial and under using all the power that was left in me, I braced myself against my bonds,
until I heard the sound of the door that opened.

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The moment I saw who entered the shed, all my movements froze instantly!
And the memory was back!
The shower!
The attack!
The short fight!
That guy that I knew!
The blackout….

“Now look what we have here! I'm really delighted by how well you already adapted to your new position, Prof.!
One could think you would read our minds!”

He slowly came closer, the damn camera following his movements.
And I was still in disbelief!
Andrew?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“Drew?”

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[LmAnt] :devilish: Lmant's Fun / Shed (7,8,9)
My free leg climbed down from the restraint, trying to get a better stand, while Andrew came closer.
Yes, I knew that guy.
He was one of my students in one of the classes I run.

“No, no, no, no, no”, he said in a rebuking tone.
“Put that foot back on the restraint. Just as it was!”

For a moment I had difficulties following him.
I guess it was just a bit too much adventure, even for my taste!
Andrew, Drew, ... I knew him as one of the friendliest and naturally polite people I ever met.
This, and he was one of, if not the smartest student in all of my courses.
He had always enthusiastically contributed with greatly reflected thoughts and insights.
And all that with the energy and charm that is reserved for young men like him.
And now this?
“Andrew”, I started with the calmest voice I was capable of, “stop this nonsense now. You've had your fun, really. Now, release me and we'll forget abou ...”
But I couldn't finish my suggestion, because I was interrupted by a horrifyingly perfect imitation of Ted Levine:

“It puts its leg on the restraint, it does this whenever it's told!”
And he giggled silently.
Shivers ran down my spine, but I didn't want to give up.
“Andrew, ...come on! Don't stress…”

“It puts its leg on the restraint or else it gets the wand!”
Had I ignored the weird stick in his hands on purpose, or had it just been out of my sight?
I really don't know anymore.
Too many details have vanished from my memories.
Never will I forget the pain, though. Ever.
The pain when that thing unloaded I-don't-know-how-many-hundred volts on my moist skin with a loud CRACK!
And then another
CRACK!
And another one!
And I was sucked into a black nothingness.

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The next time I woke up, I immediately regretted it.
Already before my brain was fully working....
okay, I can tell you already now, that I am not sure how good my brain was working during all these events, even if I thought it would.
However, I registered the position I was in from memories:
Stretched to an X, just wide enough to be at the border of pain.
For now.
Even if nothing else would happen, the pain would come with the time.
And as I had been in some state of being restraint for … no idea for how long, but it felt like days to me, I also knew that the pain would come rather sooner than later.
Before anything else, I tried to move.
And I couldn't.
At all.
The clamps – oh, I knew exactly that it were these daemonic pieces of evil engineering! - they were so tight, they didn't allow not even the slightest movements.
Not a bit.
Interestingly, their grip wasn't really violent, but only tight without tolerance. Like ...form-fitting.
The only part of my body that I could move a bit was my hips. And when I carefully tried that, I eventually felt that something had been shoved into me.
Uncomfortably deep and unpleasant.
Unpleasant not only because it was where I would hate it anyway, but mainly because it wasn't ...static.
First, I thought it was vibrating.
But then I realized that it was something very different.
It felt as if … that's close to impossible to describe, really... as if a thousand little mouths with a million little teeth would nibble at the flesh of my vagina.
For now, it felt just incredibly despicable.
But I somehow knew that thing – whatever it was - had the potential to also give pain beyond any limit.
At this point, though, I had no idea how close I was to the truth in that regard.

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This whole process of gaining back consciousness had been accompanied by the constant murmur of some persons' conversation.
It had been background noise.
But now my mind got access to what my ears were listening to, and was able to translate the unarticulated babble into actual words.

“Oh...looks as if she's waking up, eventually!”
And I was already woken up enough to know that this was Andrew speaking, even though my eyes were still closed.

“Maybe you've overdone it a bit with the dose...and the wand”, another male voice replied.
A voice that sounded painfully familiar. Yet I couldn't connect it to a name.

“Yeah, possibly. But that's why it's called an experiment, right?” Andrew gave back.
Experiment? What the hell...??
I really had to pull myself together, to not break out in panic again, to not open my eyes wide already.
Experiment?

“True”, the other voice, again, “but we might consider going back to the drawing board and discuss its design.”
There was a short pause after that, and then there was Andrew again:

“Well, you're the guy with the math and the statistics, so get the team together later, and we'll talk about it...”
It was as if I'd witness the relaxed and professional discussion of some developers or engineers.
Like I already had, I don't know how many times in my life...
What in the three devils names was going on here!?
My eyes slowly opened, even though I didn't really want it.
Much rather had I preferred to vanish, back into that darkness where I was just coming from.

“...but first, my friend...” It was Andrew again speaking.
“Your reward.”
Through the haze that was still covering my brain, or my sight, or rather both, I saw two persons standing next to each other and close to me.
One was Andrew, of course.
The other one, the one with the familiar voice, was bare naked.
My vision cleared painfully slowly. Or was it mercy?

“Wake up, Prof!” Andrew's voice had this enthusiasm again, that I knew so well from him.
“We have something to celebrate!”
My eyes opened more, and my view moved up to the other man's face that was brightly smiling at me.
And with an almost tangible “click” my brain made the connection.
And I wished that had never happened.
Oh, I knew him. I knew him better than Andrew.
A lot better.
I knew him since he was a boy.
I knew his parents.
It had been a bit weird when we had met at the University and found out that he'd be in one of my courses.
But then we had made fun of it, because I had already trained him before.
In the pool. In our swimming club. For almost ten years now.
Luke!!!

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[LmAnt] :devilish: Lmant's Fun / Shed (10 and 11 end?...)
“Luke”, I squawked with a rasping voice, “… Luke, …what are you doing here?”
Well, wasn't it obvious what he was doing here?
He was as naked as I was. I was restraint into position. His face was slightly glowing in anticipation.
And his smile, as friendly as it was…
I knew this kind of smile from men.
The smile that tells you that they'd want you and that they'd have you.
He moved closer without a word, only looking at me with that smile, until I felt how his penis was touching me.
Close enough for me to feel how it got hard.
Andrew was behind him, holding him in a weirdly sensual way. He had got rid of his shirt too and was murmuring things to Luke that I couldn't hear or understand.
“Luke”, I started again, “don't….please don't!”
I felt his hand on my waist.
Felt how it slowly moved down my side, to my back, to my butt.
Felt how he pressed his hardening manhood tighter against me.

“Come on, Hanna”, he eventually reacted. And I cannot express how much it hurt hearing him calling me by my name.
“We both want this, Hanna”, he mercilessly continued with his merciless smile that now almost burned in my sight.
“I have seen your glances over the years, and I'm sure you've seen mine, when I got aware of what I wanted.”
No, I had not!
Neither had I stared at him with thoughts like that.
Jeez….he was…
If I ever had anything for that…boy, …it had been motherly feelings. And not the slightest thing beyond that.
Nor had I ever noticed anything more than an innocent premature blushing on his face when we came a bit close in the pool.
For goddess’s sake: We've been training together!
He moved closer, his hand gently caressing my but. Grabbing it softly, in a way that I most probably had found very pleasant under different conditions.
Now, it felt as if the claws of a dragon would cut into my flesh and would rip me to pieces.

“I want it, you want it”, he stated in the soft and seducing tone of an experienced lover.
“We are going to enjoy this so much!”
His penis pressed painfully hard against my hip.

“And you sure want to have that nasty thing in your pussy replaced by some warm and gently piece of flesh!”
Until now, I had only suspected what had been shoved into me. Now I knew it.
And I knew the pain.
And I felt the anxiety. The panic.
And Andrew bent over Luke's shoulder, a bit closer to me, and just loud enough for me to understand he whispered:

“You better say Yes, Professor!”

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I don't know if I said “Yes”.
Had it mattered?
Maybe I did say it.
Scared, helpless, hopeless as I was.
In any case, one of them – I don't know if it was Andrew or Luke – pulled that thing out of me.
And a moment later it was replaced as announced.
I have no words to describe.
Something broke inside me.
In this room that echoed the heavy breathing and the moans of pleasure, of excitement, and pain.
For, I don't know how long.
At one point, my eyes shut.
And my brain found a way to blank out the worst from consciousness, I think.
The movements, though, inside and outside of me.
The cheering.
The warm wetness that filled me, again and again.
These were not to ignore.
I think I moved?
I think I moaned?
I think I gave them what they wanted when I screamed in convulsive tremors?
I don't know.
But something inside me knew that it would take a long time for my body to get over these memories.
I wasn't really there anymore, when it ended.
My mind had eventually found its safe space.
Where there was only pain that was bearable.
Where nothing mattered but my deep and quiet breathing and the calm beating of my heart.

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Out!

It was Bane who took me of the cross not very long after I had been left alone.
“Time to rest, Professor”, he had said when he opened the restraints and I sunk in his arms as if I was made of jelly.
“Some fresh air and water will do wonders”, was his comment on this.
He lifted me until I had my feet on the floor, but with my legs still shaky.

“Will you be able to walk?” He asked.
“I don't know”, I whispered back, surprised that I was able to speak at all.

“I'll help.”
He moved me around and, like you do when supporting a child that it is doing its first steps,
he slowly shoved me forward and helped me to leave the shed.

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Eye Opener

When we stepped out, I had to protect my eyes against the bright sun.
In the shed I had completely lost my sense of time, and for some reason I expected it to be nighttime.
But it was... afternoon.
3 maybe 4PM.
And another surprise was how agreeably warm it was outside!
I recalled that ice-cold breeze in the shed and how I had assumed it was coming through the open door.
And bearing in mind that it was November when this all happened...
I had the strong feeling of being in … a wrong place, at a wrong time.
And this got a lot stronger, when we stepped around the corner of the shed, and when I saw where we were.

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Camping

We were in a valley that was embedded in some rocky structures that appeared both, somewhat artificial and totally natural.
As if an army of sculptors had spent their lifetimes giving the stones their strange look, with their flat surfaces, and the way they were stacked.
A little stream was slowly flowing through the valley and made an irresistible inviting impression to me!
Trees and bushes were growing everywhere.
All in all, this valley looked like something I would love to explore...under different circumstances.
And there was more: There was something like a camp spread over the area close to the shed.
A fully equipped tent. A fireplace. Some kind of trailer for equipment.
And everything looked as if it was in use and as if its inhabitants had just left.
I was...confused, to say the least.
But I didn't have time for further considerations, because “Bane” had a message for me:

“This is where you spend your free time”, he started, in his calm and focused tone.
“You find everything you need. A bed in the tent, food, provisions, and everything you need for personal care in the trailer, a fireplace, fresh clean water in the creek, and all tools that you need.”
He pointed in the direction of the fireplace, where I could see firewood and an axe and several other equipment that you would expect in such a camp.

“You are free to move around in the valley, as much as you like.”
He showed me a potential weapon and explained that I was free to move?
Bane smiled at my confused face:

“Don't even start thinking about an escape”, he said quietly, “You will not succeed.”
And the way he said it left no doubts.
“Can I ask you something, please?” I looked at him with what I hoped was an obedient smile.
He nodded.
“Your name, Sir. I really don't know it. Would you...?”
I don't know why, of all questions, this one seemed so important to me.
His mouth showed an amused smile.

“Bane will do it, Professor”, he answered, “I like the name. That guy was the best part of that silly movie.”
“Thank you, Sir”, I said politely, “So, can I call you Mister Bane?”

“Mister Bane sounds fun”, he grinned, “but I also like how you call me Sir.”
“Okay, Sir, Mister Bane”, I confirmed with the best submissive expression I was capable to deliver.

“One thing”, Mister Bane continued with his instructions:
“The plug! You can remove it to clean yourself. Then you put it back. I will have an eye on you. If you don't do it, I will.”
And again he left no doubt that I would definitely prefer to do it myself.

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Explorer

“You can go”, Bane eventually said, and: “You will know when to come back.”
I didn't let him say that twice and turned away from him, my legs still shaky but strong enough to carry me.
The little creek was in my focus.
It's inviting clearness and cleanliness!
It would be balm for my sore body,
and my sore mind.
I wasn't able yet to analyze the situation any further.
The visual impressions alone that I got in this valley were enough for me to digest.
Where was I?
You know that I am a passionate hiker.
And I have seen most, if not all, spectacular natural formations during my trekking.
At least I would have known about this one for sure,... had it been in my country.
How long had I been passed out after the shower attack?
Long enough to be carried to another country? Another continent?...
Maybe if I took a look at the surrounding flora I could get some hints?
Maybe if I got a closer sight of one of the birds that filled the valley with their chirps?
I knew what to do next,
After the bath.

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Cleaning

And eventually I was in the water.
It's not easy to express what a relief it was, really.
The water of that little stream was not warm, of course.
But it wasn't ice-cold either, as I had expected it to be.
It was just plain...agreeable.
Just like the overall temperature in the valley.
Yet another impression that felt, not wrong, but unreal.
I didn't care for now, though.
On my knees, I let the water do its work.
The plug went out without much effort. It only vibrated lightly, as if it would confirm.
Just as it did, when I put it back in as I was told.
And it didn't hurt, which was another surprise after everything that had happened in the shed.
Yet another...weirdness.

A welcomed one, for a change.
But for now I decided to stop thinking about all this.
About the where and what and why and who.
Instead, my mind focused on myself.
I was I.
No matter what they did, that would not change.
They might have the power of force and violence.
But they didn't have power over my mind.
I was I!

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Data collection

When I had finished my bath and felt ready to leave the water, I found a place nearby that was lit by the sun and where the rocky ground was nicely warm.
It felt great, when I carefully laid down and felt how the heated stone moved the water's coldness out of my body.
And the sun did the rest.
I wanted to sleep, even though I wasn't exhausted anymore.
I wanted to fall into a dream to wake up in my bed and find out that everything had just been a nasty adventure in never-land...
But I knew I wasn't sleeping and there were too many things I had to think about.
There was the “who”.
Three guys from the university where I had a 3 months guest-lecture.
One of them, Luke, I knew for very long.
One of them, Andrew, I only knew from my courses.
And lastly, Bane, who I had barely noticed in the past.
And, there was a “team” behind them!?
And there was an... experiment?
That sounded like a conspiracy, really.
With me in the center of attention?
These people had made huge efforts!
All that high-tech stuff in the shed. That foreign, yet well-prepared place where I was now.
A personal guard.
Some sort of surveillance technique for sure, where the plug definitely was a part of.
All this to kidnap a middle-aged guest-professor?
Why?
I mean, aside from the obvious, already demonstrated motives.
I had no answer to this, for now.
So, I moved to the “Where”?
This place had to be somewhere South.
It was November, I estimated a temperature of around 20°-22° C. It was late afternoon.
Considering this, I had to be in some Mediterranean area.
But where?
I knew there were formations like the one that surrounded the valley in South-Eastern Europe.
Croatia, maybe.
But it could just as well be in Northern Spain.
Taking a look at the flora and - if possible - at the fauna, was number one on my to-do list.
I'm not an expert in this, really.
Where I live, I can distinguish trees and bushes and herbs and some mushrooms.
I mainly knew what was edible or not, because I needed that sometimes for my trekking.
I knew the kinds of animals that I had to deal with.
But these again, I mainly separated in three categories: Harmless, annoying, and dangerous.
That was all I needed to know.
Still, I hoped to get at least a clue of my where-about, if I would take a closer look.
But for now, I would just lay there, refueling energy.

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Sorry for the interruption, friends.
I believe what's happening is of utmost importance for everyone's safety. I've been informed (the global intelligence service for the forums) that an infiltrator in the form of a "yellow ducky" is continually being detected. It's suspected that at best it's just a "perverted ducky" or a camera belonging to some perverted user or group member, but in the worst case, it's possible we're dealing with a "stinkbomb ducky."
Again, I apologize for the interruption, and let's continue having fun (while still keeping an eye on that little ducky).
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All Wrong​

I was waking up and immediately knew there was something wrong!
Not as if things had been all dandy before, but this kind of wrong added just another layer.
Firstly, the fact that I had slept at all!
I hadn't been that tired anymore when I took that rest after the bath in the creek.
And then, I have a healthy sleep under normal conditions. But it is not as deep that you could carry me away without that I'd wake up.
And I had been carried, because I was in a different place.
I knew it already before my eyes opened.
It was cold around me. And it was that kind of moist coldness that you have in old, badly insulated buildings.
And the air smelled stale and somewhat moldy.
It felt like a tall building, too.
Because there were noises. And they were coming from far away.
Rustling. Creaking. Cracking.
Frightening.
I kept my eyes shut and didn't move.
I had to think, I had to calm the re-awakening panic.
Not only that, but I also had to re-structure my plans.

Accentuate the Positive!​

At least, there were two things that I could add to the plus-side of my considerations:
First, I didn't feel as numb as the last time I woke up in the Shed.
And secondly: The plug was away!
It was replaced by a collar, okay, that most probably had similar “features”.
But I prefer any collar over any kind of plug, really.
I really don't like plugs (just in case I need to mention this)
That thing sat rather tight around my neck, and when I got up, it slightly vibrated.
Maybe it sent a message to my kidnappers.
Something like: “She's up!” or so.
Nothing I could do about.
So, nothing I would care about either, for now.
I looked around.
I was in deed in an old building.
There was an elevator and a stair in front of me.
It seemed I was in the stairwell of a rather large facility.
Multi-levelled. And generously build in terms of space used.
Something inside me said it could have been a hospital or an asylum, when it was still on duty.
“What a damn cliché”, another voice inside me said.
And then I saw the box, right next to me.
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To Arms!​

The box looked like an ammo-box, most probably something military!
A note was glued to its top.
I approached the box to read the note.

"TAKE THIS AND GET OUT!"
Written, or actually rather printed, in the style of a blackmailing!
What! The! Fuck!?
My heart started to beat fast and heavy.
For some reason, I anticipated what I would find in that box.
And for a few moments I just wanted to leave that thing alone.
But then, these bastards had taught me pretty clearly to do what I was told.
And this message was most definitely coming from them.
So, I opened the box and got confirmed.
A gun.
From an ex-friend of mine, who was a passionate hunter and had some affinity to weapons, I had learned a little something.
Even how to use guns and rifles, despite the fact that I didn't really share his passion.
But now, I saw that the gun was most probably a 9mm, maybe a Walther or Luger, or a Colt.
I wasn't sure because there was no visible sign of a brand. And the gun showed a mix of the few characteristics that I recalled from the different makers.
Though I was sure that it was a real gun.
And when I finally took it out of the box and ejected the magazine, I saw that it was indeed a 9 mm, fully loaded with 17 full metal rounds.
This thing that weighed extraordinarily heavy in my hand meant business.
Serious business.
And I was scared to death.
 
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Warrior​

I got up on my feet, after checking that the weapon was safe and loaded.
And with quite some satisfaction I noticed that my body felt neither weak nor shaky, as I actually had expected it.
So, here I was.
In warrior mode, yet again.
And I noticed something else, with even greater satisfaction:
I was pissed!
Damn, was I furious!
These bastards, this fucking "team" of maniacs, had kidnapped me and had turned me into a guinea-pig for their sick experiment?
They had me drugged, tortured and raped.
They wanted to confuse me with all these blackouts and continuous changes of environments and settings.
Treatments that might have already completely broken someone with a less freaky personality than mine.
And they had almost broken me in the Shed.
Almost.
These assholes probably thought they'd know me.
But I was sure they didn't know anything about the adventures I had been through in the past.
And I was in the mood to teach them what would happen if you throw me into a game, without asking me.
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Level Design​

I checked the surrounding.
Just as I had learned it in...
...damn:
Just as I had learned it when playing video games!
Hell, yeah!
How had it taken me so long to make this connection!?
The dramatic opening with the attack in the shower.
Setting up the mood and giving hints about the main opponents and enemies in the first chapter in the Shed.
Being thrown into a “level” that you haven't seen before, where you don't know exactly what to do, and how to survive and escape it...
Even the classical start with almost zero equipment and only a basic weapon and limited ammunition was an analogy!
These pricks wanted to play a real life video game?
With me as their ... Playable Character?
Wow!
I felt how a good portion of adrenaline flooded my cells.
“Let's play,” I thought, with just the right amount of rage.
“Let's move”, was the next.
I had to find out how this “level” was designed.
The stair-well in front of me only led up.
I wasn't sure about the elevator, but I would never use that thing, as long as I could avoid it.
The door behind me!
But when I checked it, I had to find out that it was locked. Of course.
And it wasn't only locked.
It didn't move, not even the slightest bit when I rattled at it. As if it was a part of the wall and not a real door.
Looking through it, I could see a corridor. Illuminated, but empty. With doors, leading to other rooms left and right.
And I was sure there was a way into this corridor.
Just not a direct one.
I thought about shooting the glass, or breaking it.
But I had only 17 rounds.
And maybe this wasn't normal glass but something bullet-proofed anyway and I would end up hurting myself with a ricochet!
I knocked against it and the muffled tone I got back from this was a confirmation.
This was not normal glass but something that I wouldn't be able to break with the equipment I had.
So, the stair it would be!

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Stealth Archer​

I didn't play many games, actually.
But a few to quite some extent.
It's mostly Action RPG's that draw my attention for longer.
Stuff like Fallout, or Skyrim.
And classics like Tomb Raider.
But no matter which game, and how often I am starting a new run:
I almost always end up playing a “Stealth Archer” character.
It just suits my personality best, and I can really easily immerse in such a role.
I am patient and thorough, I can move silently and quick and precise.
I can work for very long until my surrounding and the enemies in are completely scanned.
Until I really understand their routines.
And then I erase them with one single very well planned strike.
I really haven't died much in those games.
Not because I am so good, but because I am so cautious.
I hate dying in games, really.
However, I was not different in this unwanted game where I have been thrown in!
I carefully, silently, slowly climbed up the stairs.
Scanning the surrounding.
Listening to every single noise.
And it took a long, exhausting time until after 6 levels I finally reached its end and found myself in front of a door that was slightly opened.
What I could see through the gap was a large room with windows to the outside!
And I could hear a silent moaning coming out of it.

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Multiplayer​

I caught my breath, when I had slowly opened the door, and got aware of the moaning's source!
A man, just in his underwear, sat on the floor.
And when I crawled forward as careful and slow as I was able, I realized that he seemed to be unconscious, or very close to it, and somehow fixed to a radiator.
And I noticed something else:
That guy looked familiar from the distance!
Both
,
familiar and yet foreign.
 
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Game - Master
“Jeez, Fritz, her belly is as hard as a tennis ball! Her whole body seems stressed like crazy! Are you sure everything is okay with her?”
“Calm down, Daniel! She's perfectly fine! I am constantly checking all parameters and everything is in the green! She just went through the opening and made it through that exhausting stairwell ... Almost as if she'd had a nice workout!
And also she's just toned like that.”

“Okay, so...do you think it's safe to start with applying the testosterone substitute mixture?”
“Sure! For the next level, we let it in nice and slow, not to exaggerate things. And I tell you she will love it! He he he!”
“Fritz, you're a damn pervert!”
“He he he.”

Reencounter

I approached the scenario, cautiously scanning the room for potential threats.
It was empty, though, except for an almost picturesque cluster of rubble and damaged furniture.
And when I was in kicking distant to the guy on the floor, there was no doubt anymore who I had in front of me.
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Something felt odd in this whole situation and set-up.
It felt even wrong, somehow.
But being confronted with the rapist from the Shed, I was so in rage that I ignored it.
Just as I ignored the heavy beating of my heart and how my breathing changed to gasping.
I got down, grabbed his hair and violently pulled up his head up!
“You miserable son of a bitch...” I growled at him (which wasn't nice against his mom, who actually is a really lovely person. Just maybe a bit too indecisive when it came to parenting...).
His eyes widened in a mixture of shock, surprise, fear and...-what the hell!?: Relief?

“Oh my god! Hanna?...what....?
But I didn't let him continue and shouted over his babbling:
“Give me just one reason to not end your lifelong partnership with your ugly companion down there once and for all!”
The wild mix of expressions in Luke's face was complemented by pure terror and confusion:

“What...Hanna....what...? Please....!” he continued to babble.
Which of course was not a good reason to not emasculate him.
But you will guess already that I wouldn't do that anyway, right?
A different kind of justice would have to be found and applied.
“So, what?” I interrupted him again, and while I sensed an incredible dose of satisfaction to have him where I had him, that feeling of weird oddness took another good portion of my emotions.
“Have your fuck-buddies eventually turned against you, you fucking piece of shit?” Yeah, let it out, baby!
The look in his face didn't change much, but he finally got one full sentence together and out, actually even two or more.
But he was talking punctuationless:

“What are you talking 'bout Hanna Drew and some other guy I don't know have defeated me and then I woke up here and that was yesterday and what are you doing here...."
Yeah, talk about weirdness!

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“What does that mean: Drew and another guy defeated you?” I wanted to know and pulled his hair even harder.
And there, something happened.
In my brain.
As if a switch was flipped, and certain parts that had still been sleeping to this moment were waking up!

*Click*
His hair!
It was a lot longer than the hair of that "Luke" in the shed! And also its color was different.

“A guy, I couldn't see him”, Luke started to elaborate. “He grabbed me from behind! His arm around my neck! He was so strong!”

*Click*
His body!
He was leaner than that guy in the shed. Well-trained, but significantly less jacked.

“...he was choking me, I couldn't breathe!” He continued. “And then Drew showed up, grinned at me!”
One could still hear the anxiety in his voice.

*Click*
His skin!
It was less tanned, and it had these typical little pimples that you get from too much contact with chlorinated water.
That other guy has had a perfect, spotless complexion!

“And then Drew injected something in my arm and said something like 'welcome to the show'…. But I was already loosing consciousness. I'm not sure about that.”
He looked me in the eyes. Pleading.

“Could you please take that pistol away, please?”

*Click*
His eyes!
Jeez, Hanna, I thought!
His BLUE eyes! His bright blue eyes! My Luke's eyes!
How could I have not noticed this difference to the dark eyes of that guy who had raped me in the shed?
"Where did this happen?" I asked breathlessly, already loosing my grip around his hair, already knowing the answer.

"After the training," Luke replied," under the shower."
What! The! F.....!
 
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In the blink of an eye, I was up on my feet.
“What the hell is going on here?” I asked no one specific, but just the room.
“Who was that bastard in the shed!?”
Luke looked up at me, mostly relieved that his manhood wasn't in immediate danger anymore, but even more so, appropriately confused.

“What do you mean with the shed?”
Very quickly, I had to decide how many details of the events in that torture chamber I should let my young friend know, and decided to keep the worst parts to myself.
“Well, I was kidnapped and drugged. Just like you. While I was under the shower. By Drew and another guy. They held me captive in a shed. Drew and a guy that looked like you. I was convinced it was you. Bane was also there!”
That amount of information should do it for now.

“Bane?” Luke's confusion climbed up to be on the top.
“Yeah, Bane. The caretaker. From the university. I don't know his real name.”

“That's insane!” he stated and I couldn't have agreed more. “....and by the way: No one knows his real name, except for his mother, maybe.”
“And you really thought I had captured you, together with Bane and Drew? How could you think...?”
“Yeah...I'm sorry,” I apologized to a guy that - just a few moments ago – I still had been convinced had brutally raped me.
That's an interesting turn of events, folks!
“I was sure it was you. No, I never even doubted it, really. I was shocked, yes. But for me, it had been you and Drew and Bane... Maybe the drugs?”

“But if you mistook someone else for being me, maybe it's the same for Drew and Bane?”
It was an amazing relief to realize how his brain started to work, and how I got my dear friend back. How that horrible picture of him that I have had in my mind was replaced by something endlessly more pleasant.
“No,” I yet disagreed, “I wasn't drugged under the shower when it all began. It was Drew.”
He nodded, and for a moment there was silence, only accompanied by the constant sounds from the environment.

“That at least explains a few things”, he eventually said.
“What do you mean?”

“Well”, he cleared his throat,” It explains why you are here. Even if it doesn't explain your birthday suit. And it explains why Drew was here with me when I woke up...but yet again it does not explain what all this is about. Is this the nastiest prank of all time?”
“He was here?” I interrupted him, quite surprised.
”What did he do? Did he say something?”
I was under the impression that he was slightly blushing before he continued.

“Well…um, not much, really, ...but…”
Was he about to fall back into babbling mode?
“What?” I encouraged him as friendly as my state of being upset allowed.

“Well,” again he cleared his throat. “He said that he'd hope I would enjoy the game. And he gave me the key to my restraints...”
“He gave you the key?” I repeated, just like an idiot. “Where is it?”
Now I was sure he was blushing before he answered.

“Well…it is …in my pants. Tied to my…um…penis.”
I am not sure anymore if I said it out loud or if it was just in my mind, but everything in me yelled
“You Must Be Fucking Kidding Me!”

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Lane buddies​

I took a deep breath to calm my furious mind.
Then another one.
And after the third one, I managed to switch into pragmatic mode.
There was no way I would leave him behind, so, that key needed to get off.
So...
I crouched down and put the gun away.
“Guess we won't need that thing at the moment”, I tried with some conversation, caught Luke's sight, and gave him my best version of an encouraging look.
“We can do this, right?” And without waiting for an answer, I added the magic words:
“We are lane buddies after all, right?”
His smile, as a reaction to this hint at the many thousand lanes we had shared the lane in the pool, was a bit timid.
But it was a smile.

"Right", he said, with a dry voice.
“Yes, …so I'm going to pull your pants down real quick, get that key and that's it. No big deal, right?”
He didn't look very convinced, but still he agreed to the plan:

“It might not work that quickly…but yeah…not much else we could do.”
I was a bit confused:
“Why not quickly?” I wanted to know.
A deep sighing came back, and:

“Maybe you just take a look. That's easier done than explaining it.”

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We can work it out​

So, I got me on my knees and started to carry out my brilliant plan.
But already his pants didn't do as they should.
The fabric felt weirdly soft and brittle, as if it had to keep all its last bits of resistance together to not fall into pieces.
But still I managed to ream Luke's penis from the tangle with a resolved yet careful grip.
And then I knew what he had hinted at before.
The key was knotted to a quite thick rope which was wrapped very, very firmly and in several loops around the root.
Shaft and plums were tied together in a very similar same way as a really spicy toy-ring would do.
And that treatment wasn't without consequences.
“Oh…”, I said in the absence of something a bit smarter.

“Yeah”, he gave back, “As I said, it's easier seeing it yourself than me trying to explain it.”
It was one of the more awkward situations in my life, really, but still I had to smile a bit about his quite cool reaction.
“Does it…um…hurt?” I wanted to know, because it really looked as if. And I was surprised how shy I was, all of a sudden!

“Um…not really”, he replied, “actually it rather … how shall I say…?”
“It is turning you on.”

“Yeah, kind of.”
Now it was on me to add a deep sighing to the conversation.
I needed a few seconds to compose myself
“Okay, we shouldn't wait for longer, okay? I'll try to open the knots!”
Luke made some agreeing noises.
And I tried. Carefully, because I really didn't want to add more excitement.
But the knots were as hard and tight, as if they were welded.
There was no way my fingernails would get enough grip.
With a bit more force, I tried to ignore the obvious, and I was not able to avoid grabbing his shaft to move it a bit out of the way.
I immediately felt the inevitable.

“I'm sorry”, Luke silently said, when I felt him growing and released him as quickly as if I had been electrocuted.
“It's okay, it's okay, it's okay”, I tried to soothe him, quite nervously.
“Not your fault, dear! We're going to work that out!”
The moment I said it, I realized how weird that sounded given the circumstances.
And in that exact moment the lights shut down, and we were sitting in pitch black darkness.
I can't say why, really.
No matter how often I try to analyze the situation retrospectively.
But as if on command, we simultaneously burst out in a loud and relieving laughter.

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...meanwhile in some other place...
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“Now look at these parameters, Daniel! He is about to explode! Hope the pumps and tanks are ready to deal with the flood, he he he.”
“Wow! What did he get?”
“Nothing but the recommended max of our Oxytocin mixture. Damn, I wish I was that young again!”
“And I wished I could watch that show!”
“He he, and you are calling me a pervert!”
“All for science, right?”
“He he…yeah. But you know that proband D left after the last interview, so we have a free slot. Just connect and enjoy. He he he.”
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Confessions​

“Oh shit”, Luke's resigned sighing interrupted our outburst.
And under the dim leftovers of the light, and with my eyes getting used to the darkness, I could see the reason, just good enough.
His pants had eventually given up, had moved from his hips and gave way for a sight of a quite impressive erection.
It was massively irritating for me to experience how intensely attractive I found it!
“Damn…”, I said to kick me back to focus on the important things,” this won't help, I fear. But you know that's just how this is supposed to work.”
Bastards, I thought.

“Yeah, Hanna”, Luke gave back with a slight grinning,
”I know how cock-rings works, I am not a child anymore.”
But it would make things a lot easier, if you were, I thought.

“I just hoped it wouldn't work...I mean...because it's you, you know?” He continued.
Oh, thank you! I thought.
And immediately felt ashamed of my disappointment.
“Well, as you said: You're not a child anymore”, I said with what I hoped would be a neutral tone.
“Any naked woman touching your penis while it's bound to maximize pleasure would lead to this,” I continued with a look at his still growing erection.

“You're crazy if you think I wouldn't find you attractive! Damn...dressed or not, you're sexy as hell!” He seemed to be as shocked about his sudden statement as I!
Likewise, I thought, anyway.

“It's just... I mean it's you!”, he sounded a bit desperate,” I called you Aunt Hanna until not too long ago, right? And now…now… I want…”
Goddess! I had to stop this!
“It's okay, Luke”, I jumped in, “It's the privilege of young men to be confused. That's okay. But now let's move away from this, alright? We have to focus on how to get that damn key off!”
He just nodded, accompanied by another sighing, and his head sunk to his chest.
I lifted it up again, carefully, with just the amount of authority that was needed to set me on the lead.
“Listen,... I know of three ways to deal with an erection. One is pain, one is pleasure, well...and one is temperature.”
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Cold, cold, cold,....warmer....warmer....warmer...​

“Okay, let's try it with my cold hands”, I was about to start the…procedure.
And my hands were really icy!
It was the result of the tension that had taken over my whole body, and of course the surrounding temperature, that I had ignored until now.

“Do you really think we have to…?” Luke's face showed a perfect example of desperation.
“Listen, we have to do what we have to do, to get us out of here. Both of us! These guys have kidnapped us, they have drugged us, they gave me a gun! This is beyond serious!”

“Okay… I just… I don't think that your hands could ever be cold enough…”
That was actually pretty sweet of him to say…well, it would have been under different circumstances.
“We'll see, and if it doesn't work, we can directly go to … um … phase 2, okay?”
I didn't wait for an answer, took one deep breath and wrapped my cold fingers around his shaft without further ado.

It twitched a bit, but then it was warm in my hand.
Silky, gentle, meaty warmth.
And it was growing.
Luke had turned his head away from me.
I heard a muted
“Oh… God!”
And I really had to pull myself together, to not think about how amazing he felt in my hand.

“Oh God”, he moaned again, and I knew that phase 1 was over.
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Phase II​

I don't know what I was thinking when I decided for the “temperature treatment”, really.
Luke was a young man. Top-fit and healthy. With the respective amount of energy to please and to be pleased for...
Well, I expected that I'd have to find out for how long.
It didn't help that he apparently liked what he had in front of him.
And even more, I knew that the masterfully applied ropes around his penis would extend the whole thing significantly.
I mentally prepared for more than one…round.
And I mentally switched from a rather commanding behavior to something much more seducing.
Okay, not only mentally.
“Okay, dear,” I said with a voice as warm as the circumstances allowed.
“You were right.”

“And your hands aren't that cold”, he murmured, “they …actually…they feel…”
I knew what he didn't dare to speak out, and gently placed my second hand around his shaft, stroking it very softly.
My face moved closer to his, until our noses softly touched.
“Tell me how it feels, dear”, I almost cooed, “Look at me and tell me if you like it.”
My stroking got a little more intense.
Just enough to make a difference.

“Oh… God.....yes”, he moaned, “I do.”
“I like it too, dear,” I whispered, and brushed the tip of his nose with my lips.
His hips were slightly moving against my stroking, trying to intensify the sensation.
“Yes”, I encouraged him quietly,” tell me what you want me to do, dear.”
His breathing had become heavier. His movements, while still in control, were more demanding.
And, you can't see me blushing while I am typing this: But damn, I loved it!
I loved all of this!
I loved his beautiful cock in my hands.
His noises.
His movements.
His breathing.
The whole package.
Goddess!

“I want,” he groaned with pain and pleasure,” I want to… I want you…oh God… I want to kiss you, Hanna… Please…kiss me!”
Oh!
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Touchdown​

He wanted me to kiss him?
That went a bit beyond the plan!
But I tell you what:
I wanted me to kiss him too!
It took the blink of an eye to consider. And another one until I felt that very particular heat raising in my center.
Then, I was over him and we tasted us.
The sweetness, the excitement, the lust, even the fear.
Our tongues were dancing the “get-to-know-you”.
Our lips were speaking the unheard words of passion.
It went out of my consciousness, but I guess my hands did what they do best when caring about a man's desire.
Yet, through all the amazement, I still noticed how Luke built up that well known tension.
Just moments later, I felt him pulsing.
His animal groaning vibrated in my mouth.
And it turned into a silent screaming when he came, like only young men can.
And I knew that things would go out of hand from here.
Quite literally so.
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Game Master 3 - Game Over​

But then, …
“I'm sorry, Miss Clothels, but time's up”, a very familiar voice dragged me out of the action.
The ease and smoothness of the transition was amazing!
One moment I was 100% immersed in an alternative world, and the next I was back in reality, knew exactly who and where I was and why.
Only my eyes needed a few seconds to adapt to the bright lights around.
But I could already recognize Fritz, who was standing next to the table, and also Daniel in the back (mainly because he was wearing one of his trademark shirts).
“Wow!” was the first word I said, and I was about to say it again when I was interrupted.

“Let me help you up, Miss Clothels,” Fritz said.
“You're going to be a bit shaky. But you have to move your muscles now, after three hours in the pod.”
 
[LmAnt] :devilish: Lmant's Fun / Debriefing
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De-Briefing 1​

“Okay, what's your very first reaction?”
In typical Fritz-Style, he jumped at me with questions, already before I was up from the table.
“Impressive, really!” I replied honestly. ”I had no idea the development was that far already, and I can't wait to report your progress to Edouard and Estrid!”

“Happy to hear that, Ma'm!” He smiled, appropriately pleased.
I had tried to convince him to call me by my first name several times, but I had given up after he had very politely denied the offer every time.
He said, he wanted to keep some kind of professional distance to every test-player or proband. Even more so, if they were his boss, sort of.
“There are a few things I'd like to discuss first, though”, I tried to come over as casual as possible, not to muffle his pride.
“But let's wait for the others. Are they all out of the game?”
He didn't seem to be concerned about my comment. And he really had no reason to be.

“Yes, the demo has the same duration for everyone.” He confirmed.
“Only Proband D, who played 'Bane', won't join. He left the study. But let's talk about that, once we're all together.
Now you really have to get up and move. That mobility issue is one thing we still have to work on.”
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Babysteps​

I understood very well what he meant, when he led me up and down the corridor along the pods for a few minutes.
Even though I had been prepared and briefed for this, I was still quite amazed about how foreign it felt to walk on my own feet.
And that after only 3 hours in the game.
No wonder this was the absolute limit of time you could spend in it for now.
It was not as if I had no control, but much rather as if I had to remember how to do it.
The memory came back very, very fast, but still it was a quite impressive process.
“That's crazy”, I said surprised, while carefully making one step after the other.
“But kind of satisfying too! To consciously make this...learning experience!”

“Yeah, we've had that feedback also from other test-players.”

Fritz patiently walked next to me, always ready to jump in, just in case.
“Do you get used to it?” I wanted to know.
“We can't say yet”, he replied. “We need more data for that. What we do know is that it is getting worse if you stay in the game for longer, like 4 or 5 hours. After that, you need already 30 minutes to get up from the table.”
“You tested this? Who!?” I remembered that the contracts with our probands totally excluded any tests beyond the limit. And I also remembered how our legal department explained that we would risk our necks if we'd break that contract.
“No worries. I tested it myself.” Fritz had obviously noticed the agitation in my voice.
“Okay, but I should have known this beforehand, Fritz!”
It didn't hurt to play the authority-game every once in a while.
Particularly if your employees had just followed you along for a few hours, while you were testing the porn section of a game that was supposed to change the world of gaming significantly.
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Bodyfeeling​

“And how long until I won't feel like a Lara Croft clone anymore?” I changed topic with a smile, to not get too serious about his little lapses.
That was actually one of the weirdest feelings ever!
When I was working through the inconceivable complex character creation before game-start, I hadn't spent too much time with details, really.
That engine basically starts with a photorealistic high resolution scan of yourself.
And from there you can change literally everything, including age, gender, ethnics…and down to the tiniest details.
I knew there would be people that would spend days in that part of the game.
And they would love it!
Knowing about the limited time I had in the pod, I just made some quick fun edits to enhance my wiry stature with some classical gaming features: Boob and Butt-job.
But now, being disconnected from the game for more than 10 minutes, my body still felt these… ”enhancements”, even when I touched it.

“Yeah, ...”, Fritz hesitated a bit before continuing, “this is an odd one, really. No one in the developer team has contemplated this side effect!”
He made another short break.

“It vanishes after about 15 minutes latest, so far. Not all probands have it. And, I'm sorry to say, but it happens more often to female players. Significantly more often.”
And after another short break he added:

"And just for the files: Outside the game it is only visible and feelable for you. For anyone else your appearance is unchanged."
“Sure thing”, I nodded smiling, “and it's not as if it would feel horrible, but it's strange.”
“Yeah, I can imagine. And we really have to get rid of that. It might be fun in your case, but imagine you had decided to play the game as an Orc from Moria!”
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Reunion​

A few minutes later, after more walking up and down the aisle, the strange feeling was in deed gone, and I felt home in myself again.
Just right in time for my co-players to arrive.
We've met already the day before during the briefing for the test-run, and I was actually looking forward to meeting them again.
“Andrew” (I will keep their in-game names, for now, until I have clarified potential issues with personal rights with HR) was one of Fritz' programmers and I had met him already a few times during previous visits.
He had a master in computer science and had scripted the level design for the demo, and I knew from Fritz, that he was about to be promoted to lead-level-designer.
“Luke”, I had met for the first time during the briefing. He was one of the external, and I didn't know much about him, except that he was 25 years old, lived in the area, and had started his own vehicle shop, about a year ago.
He was a passionate gamer and had asked a few clever questions regarding quest-structure and design during the initial meeting.
I liked both of them, and I had enjoyed our collaboration. And I didn't see any reason why this should change.
“Hey guys, good to see you!” I welcomed them as you would do with colleagues, “Everything alright with you?”

“Of course, Ma'am,” came from Andrew, who had taken over Fritz's habit, “good to see you too!”
Luke replied with a smile that would have done great in any toothpaste advertising

“Everything's shipshape! What about you?”
The amazing thing was: It didn't feel weird at all to meet them after what we've just played through!
There was nothing embarrassing or unpleasant, even if during the game everything had felt real beyond imagination.
In whichever way Daniel's interface was managing this, but it was able to really make you live the experience, and then, when it was over, you would leave it, and it would feel as if you've just watched a movie.
A very intense one, but a “just” a movie.
“I'm good! Thanks dears”, I answered.
“Just a bit shaky, still. But let's talk about this real quick for now, before we meet for the debriefing with the whole team tomorrow. I'm sure we all could use a little rest and a shower.”

“Are you sure?” I heard Andrew cheerfully giggling.
And we all started to laugh.
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Debriefing 5​

“Alright”, I started when we've had assembled around the table with some refreshments and one desperately needed coffee for myself.
“I am not the lead here, just managing the program, but please allow me to open this quick session with a message from Estrid.”
I took a sip from my coffee and continued,
“She wanted to say Thank You to everyone who helped to achieve this milestone in the development of the game. And she wanted me to tell you that the whole team is going to be invited to a great dinner, to celebrate this. The invitation will go out once scheduling is aligned.”
Another sip,
“And a personal comment from my side: I'm sure you're going to enjoy this event!”
And one last sip, that was accompanied by a
“cool” coming from Luke.
“But now, let's start... Fritz?”
Fritz nodded in my direction and cleared his throat.

“Thank you, and I can only confirm: A dinner with Estrid Voll is something special!
However, I really want to make this a quick feedback round, but not without saying thank you for the great collaboration everyone!”

He waited until our “you're welcome” and
“Thank you too” and “a pleasure” were over and then continued:
“Okay, let's collect your first and strongest impressions and thoughts about the demo. Together with the data from the run that then will be analyzed, this might help us to prepare the meeting for tomorrow.”
He looked at me:

“Ladies first?”
“Alright then”, I smiled and was actually wondering if he was making a bit fun of me, with all that Ma'am and Lady and shit!
“Let me start by saying how impressed I am about how well this demo run! I have no technical background, so I can't really judge, but I don't think there is anything in the market that would come close to the level of realism you have created.
As it was “just” a demo, I won't talk about the plot. You wanted to show as many scenarios and biomes as possible in the limited time we had. So all the “Blackout-transitions” from one level to the next are excusable, really.”

This time I took a sip from my water and only now realized how much I had needed it!
“Another part that's really very well done is the transition into and out of the game! Considering the level of immersion you achieve, this is truly stunning.”
I gave Fritz and Daniel a few moments to enjoy the honey, before I would come to the salt.
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A grain of salt​

“Okay”, I took a deep breath, “Now about my concern. And it's actually related to the level of immersion.”
Fritz' expression was focused and attentive. And I knew he was someone who had no problems with constructive feedback.
Daniel's face was as free of emotions as it almost always was.
“I have the feeling as if I was immersed a bit too much into the story. And I am not sure if that is intended, but I actually didn't know that I was playing. It was not at all the kind of control that I would expect when starting a game. It was much rather like living through a very, very realistic dream, and I think that's problematic on both, the entertainment and the emotional level. Because during the game, I was not myself, but some made-up version of me that thought she had been raped by a boy that she knew for years and to whom she had a family-like relation. I think that's over the top.”
I looked at the “Boys” I ended with:
“What about you, guys?”
Interestingly, it was Andrew who took over first:

“I totally agree”, he said to Fritz.
”When we were briefed for the game, we all knew what it would be about. And we all consensually agreed to play through a BDSM scenario that would be very rough, physically and emotionally. But just like Miss Clothels, I didn't know that I was playing a game when we were in. And my game-version made me do things I wouldn't do in real life. They might be somewhere inside of me. But my social and ethical filters would not allow me to do them…. I simply wouldn't want it."
“You know, it's like….many of us sometime feel the desire to grab a gun and end one asshole politician who is about to set the world on fire. But we don't do it, because it would be wrong. In a game, it's something different. There you can go full Tarantino and change the history of the planet…or you, again, decide against it. My in game character during the demo didn't give me that choice. And as Hanna said, that's not fun!”
Oh, he was using my first name!
Fritz was still just listening and looked at Luke:

“And what about you?” He wanted to know.
Luke nodded,

“I can only second what Hanna and Andrew said. You know I am a gamer, and jeez that realism in this game is fucking awesome! But not having control, freedom of choice, alternative paths, ...nothing of that. This won't work. Like Andrew said, my game character did things to Hanna that I would never do.
I mean, he chocked her to unconsciousness, he raped her? Seriously? That's not consensual anymore. Because in the game it was real for her. And even if the game is over now, the memory of it will stay. And aside from that not being fun and ethically questionable, I could imagine it could also lead to some legal issues.”

Fritz waited a few moments to make sure Luke had finished before he reacted:
“Very well”, he collected his thoughts, “Thank you very much for your honest feedback! We already had discussions about this topic during the developer meetings and wanted to wait for data from actual game testers, before deciding which way to go in terms of immersion.”
He turned to Daniel:
“Dan, I think you may have something to add here”, he encouraged him.
And he got me curious.
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Into the great wide open​

“I have, thanks Fritz”, Daniel took over without interruption, and addressed his following explanations mainly towards me.
Which from his point of view made sense, I suppose.

“At the moment, our interface is set up to maximize immersion, and so is the actual design of the demo.
Due to the amount of data that needs to be processed for any alternative path in the game's story, we took this out completely for single and multi-player. This, of course, lead to the railroading you've experienced.
We've been aware of the risks this approach would entail, particularly during a critical scenario like the one we tested today.”

Now he made a little break, to have some water.

“And that's why we mainly focused our observations during the run on those brain activities that are responsible for the integration of experiences into the long-term memory…”
Another break, and with an excusing glance he continued:

“It's an awfully complex subject and impossible to explain in a few minutes. But to say it plain simple: We made sure that no game experience would burn into your memories, or would even only leave a stronger impression than, say, a heavy horror movie.”
Okay, that was why I didn't feel traumatized at all, even though I actually had been traumatized.

“However,” Daniel's expression was back to his usual poker-face, “you know that we're working on a better AI integration into our dynamic scripting. And the results look very promising…
It's something we actually wanted to announce during the meeting tomorrow, but it doesn't hurt if I tell you already today: We are ready to test a single player-demo. And it's planned for the end of next week.”

Daniel paused for a moment to let that sink.
That was in deed a surprise. And I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, for me being the actual manager of the program.
But I wouldn't discuss that in this round.
Our head of R&D had obviously noticed my squeezed brows, because he quickly continued.

“In this demo, you have all the usual controls that you know from a game. You can even play with a HUD if you like.
You can pause, change settings, and safe whenever you want.
There are multiple endings that depend on your choices.
For now, it's a limited amount of four different endings, and it's only about an hour of gameplay. But once the AI is set up correctly and with the development that is expected in that field… the sky will be the limit.”

'Oh well', I thought, 'let's hope we'll have learned how to fly once we're up there!'
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There was nothing more to discuss for the moment, so we wrapped up and said goodbye until the meeting the was scheduled for 9 AM the next day.
I would have an extended call with Estrid later today, to report my impressions and findings of the test-run.
But for now, I had some spare-time that I could use to recover and to collect my thoughts.
So, actually, there wouldn't have been anything more to tell you, …if not:

“Do you have a minute?” Luke held me back, while Andrew, Fritz, and Daniel already left our table.
He sounded serious, almost concerned, so of course I would take a minute.
“Sure, how can I help you?” I answered friendly but in business tone.
The impressions from our last scenes in the game still had a warm and cozy place in my memory. And I didn't plan to heat this up!

“Um…”, he really seemed to be shy, even a bit intimidated, and I had to smile due to the similarities to his game-character.
“I wanted to talk to you, one-on-one…um…about the game. And I wanted to invite you to a coffee, maybe, later?”
“Okay?” He caught me surprised. “Anything specific? I would have an hour of spare-time now. From 5 to 6PM, I'll have a call with Estrid.”

“Um… I really don't want to stress your schedule, Hanna!” He sounded almost embarrassed now.
But I just smiled back at him:
“No worries, Luke. What about the 'Here and Now' at 6:30h ?”
He smiled with quite some relief in his face.

“That's perfect! See you then!”
And off he was, with a slight waving of his hand.
That day promised to stay interesting!
- The End..... for now -
 

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