Into the Tower Depths - Ch 2 Pt 3

Chapter 2 - Alice and Ophelia's Ordeal

“Oh, that stupid woman!” Ophelia spat as she came to and her vision cleared.  She was rather surprised to find herself sitting atop a fancy sofa, its cushions thick and red.  In fact, the entire room was very elegant, with plush carpeting beneath her feet, a sturdy wooden coffee table in front of her, and a selection of bookshelves about the room.  Sitting in one of the two comfy-looking easy chairs across from her was Alice, who apparently was just waking up as well.  She didn’t see anyone else in the room.  “So…” she started.
   
Alice’s face contorted angrily.  “I knew hiring that thief was a mistake!  Where are we?” She was out of the chair in a moment, her bow ready to draw.
   
Ophelia lounged on the sofa a bit longer.  “Looks like a sitting room,” she said with a shrug.  She glanced behind her, seeing windows, but only darkness beyond.  “And it’s night outside I guess.”  When Alice looked at her, it was with a frown.  “What?  How am I supposed to know where we are?  That teleport trap could have taken us across the world for all I know.”
   
“Right, sorry,” Alice replied, though her apology was hardly friendly.  She turned away from Ophelia and surveyed the room.  “There’s only one door; come on.”
   
“Hold on a second; we don't even know where that door goes.  The other two aren't here, so maybe we should stay here and wait on them to find us.  It's not like its an unpleasant place or anything,” Ophelia said, giving a little bounce on the couch. 
   
Before Alice could reply, the door swung open.  She already had her bow drawn and aimed at the figure coming inside, but if it noticed, there was no indication of it.  It was one of those dolls with the creepy closed eyes and smiling porcelain faces, this one a human woman with neat, shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a maid's uniform.  The porcelain features were a stark contrast to the black of the uniform, serving to highlight not only the face, but the featureless hands as well; even though they had no fingers or thumbs, somehow they still grasped a tray, holding some cups and a teapot.  The doll gave a slow bow, almost mechanical in nature, and continued inside.  It seemed to tiptoe in, and when Ophelia looked down, she saw why:  the doll's feet were pointed down precariously, like some ballet dancer, wearing boots that had been custom made for the purpose, but, oddly enough, with no heel on them for support.
   
The maid doll sat the tray upon the table, took a few steps back and bowed once to Ophelia, then turned and bowed to Alice before it made its way out, the door closing behind it.  Only after it had left did Ophelia manage to start breathing again.  “Those things...they must be golems,” she managed after a moment, shaking her head.
   
Alice slowly eased her bow, and turned to look at the tray it had left.  “What's on the note?”
   
“Note?”  Ophelia turned her attention to the tray, finally noticing the smell of honeyed tea coming from the pot.  There was a smaller plate of cookies there as well, and a pair of cups, and tucked under one of them a folded piece of paper.  She extended her hand toward it, pausing to examine the tray and its contents for magic auras.  Finding none, she took up the note and read over it.  “'Please enjoy the refreshments while your hostess finishes some business.  She will be with you shortly,' is what it says...”
   
Alice shook her head.  “Not a chance.  There's a hallway beyond the door, and a few other doors that I can see.  We need to leave now and get out of this place if we can't locate the others.  I for one have a bone to pick with Terra, so I'm hoping we run into her at least.  Come on, let's go.”
   
Ophelia sighed as she stood, tossing the note back to the tray once she was on her feet.  The cookies looked delicious, and the tea smelled quite enticing...but Alice was probably right.  Given where they were, it probably wasn't smart to trust free food from whoever was in charge of the tower.  She took up her staff and went to the door as Alice positioned herself to attack with her bow if something came up on the other side.  “Here we go...” she whispered, turning the handle before pulling the door quickly open.
   
“Looks clear,” Alice said, starting through, keeping her bow ready to draw at a moment's notice.  She stepped through the door and into the hall, and Ophelia followed, keeping her staff and an incantation at the ready.  The hallway itself was just as fancy as the sitting room had been, with dark wooden panels and supports, and a stone floor covered with a long red carpet snaking down its center. Windows lined the wall to her left, but she could see only darkness beyond.  Were they even in the tower at all?  Sure didn't seem like it, other than the general creepy feeling she was getting from the place.
   
“Locked,” Alice said, getting Ophelia's attention back from the void beyond the windows.  She was standing by the first door to their right, the handle clicking as she tried to turn it.  She stepped back lightly and continued toward the next door down the hall, finding it locked as well.  She looked down the length of the hall ahead of them, and shrugged.  “Unless you have a spell, I don't think we're getting in easily.  I say we try the bigger door at the end; maybe there's stairs or another exit around that corner as well.”
   
Ophelia nodded.  “Sure, that sounds fine,” she said, following along, her eyes darting back to the blackness beyond the window glass.  She just knew that there was something out there watching them, but she couldn't begin to guess what it was.  Maybe it was magical observation, someone scrying on their progress...but whatever it was, it made her skin crawl.  The feeling didn’t ease in the least as they continued down the hall.
   
As they approached the double doors and the turn in the hall, a pair of forms suddenly stepped from around the corner, no more than five feet from Alice, one on either edge of the carpet, walking shoulder to shoulder.  Ophelia couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp and backpedal a few steps, and she didn’t miss the fact that Alice had backed up as well.
   
It was two more of those porcelain doll golem things, these dressed more like guards, in chainmail armor and helmets, with swords drawn.  One was male, the other female, but both wore the same unsettling, smiling, closed-eyed visage.  They continued toward them threateningly.  Alice reacted first, loosing an arrow at the male.  It actually struck him in the face, right into his closed eye…and it bounced off, apparently without a scratch. 
   
“What the…Magic, now!” Alice ordered, drawing another arrow as the things neared.
   
“Uh, right, okay!” Ophelia stammered, stepping backward again as she began chanting, waving her free hand in the proper motion as she called power into her staff.  Arcane fire welled up from the base of the staff and leapt to fill her hand, blazing into a swirling ball.  Taking aim, she released the arcane power toward the female golem, hoping that the smaller size of these meant that they weren't quite as resistant to magic as their bigger cousins. 
   
Ophelia's fire shot from her hand in a blazing line, covering the space between her and the doll in the blink of an eye.  The fire burst and seemed to consume the doll within moments, but to Ophelia's horror, evaporated a moment later, leaving the barest of singes on its armor.  “Oh no...they're just like bigger golems!  Magic won't work!” she cried, stepping backward again.
   
“Damn it!” Alice snarled, drawing the bow back as far as she could as she slowly retreated from the pair.  Taking a moment to aim, she fired, again no more than five feet from the monsters.  This time the arrow struck the center of the male's forehead and actually stuck there, burying itself several inches into it, leaving a web of cracks on the porcelain surface, but better, seeming to stagger the thing for a moment.
   
As Alice plucked another arrow from her quiver, Ophelia tried to get a rein on her sudden burst of panic, her courage bolstered at seeing the golem damaged.  Maybe they had a chance!  She quickly lifted her staff in both hands, chanting another spell.  With her current level of ability, there was little she could call forth, but it was something at least.  Finishing the last words of her incantation, Ophelia slammed the end of her staff to the ground, a glowing blue arcane circle spreading outward around her.  A matching circle appeared behind the two golems, and with a flash and some wisps of ethereal essence, her summon appeared.
   
Perhaps not the best choice, but she didn’t have a lot of options to choose from.  With a thought, the summoned beast reared and let out an angry neigh, coming down with its front hooves against the female golem’s back, sending it stumbling forward and crashing onto its face.  Before the golem could react, the horse was stomping its hooves into its back, keeping it down and hopefully doing some damage to it.
   
By this time, Alice had sunk another arrow into her golem’s head, right next to the first, and it seemed to be slowed, maybe confused.  She was knocking a third arrow when she saw the trickle of red coming from the wider wound, seeping out and down the porcelain face.  Was that blood?  What the hell?  Weren’t these some kind of golem?  “Why would a golem bleed, Ophelia?” she asked quickly.
   
“What?  Golems don’t have blood,” Ophelia replied with a confused furrow on her brow as she turned her gaze toward the one Alice was shooting at.  Sure enough, there was a steady leak of blood from the arrows sticking out from its skull.  “That doesn’t even make sense!”
   
“Of course it doesn’t; these aren’t just any golem, kitty,” said a feminine voice from behind Ophelia and Alice, though the voice was strange, echoing when it had no reason to in the hall.
   
Ophelia turned with a gasp, taking a step backward upon seeing the dark-haired, pale-skinned woman with her glowing eyes and darkened plate armor, not to mention that huge mace she held before her.  She barely noticed the group of at least four more of the strange golems behind the figure.  “Gods, who are you?”
   
“I’m going to be your new best friend, pet, though you may not see it that way for some time.”  The woman’s head snapped backwards suddenly, one of Alice’s arrow shafts sticking out from her forehead.  Instead of dropping dead, she slowly leveled her head again, grinning as she pulled the arrow free, leaving not even a mark upon her flesh, before she squeezed her hand about the shaft, splintering it.  “I see I have another unruly bitch to discipline,” she said, her gaze turning to Alice.
   
Alice was obviously angry, but there was no small amount of fear mixed into her face now.  Things just weren’t dying the way they should have in this place.  “What do you want?” she finally managed.  “Are you in charge of this place?”
   
“Sometimes…” the woman replied coolly.  “And as to my wants…I want to have a bit of fun before we get started with the main event.  I had hoped that you would have enjoyed the snacks we so graciously provided, but you are adventurers, after all, and apparently not entirely idiotic.  No matter; I still get to enjoy myself.  Bring them!”
   
At the woman’s command, the golems behind her surged around her, toward Ophelia and Alice, still a mix of male and female, though these were dressed as house servants instead of guardsmen.  Ophelia let out a startled cry as they latched onto her, their cold, porcelain-like hands, with no fingers, only thumbs, as if they wore mittens, somehow latching onto her in a solid grip.
   
Alice managed to fire another arrow at the first one, but it bounced harmlessly off of its chest and she was soon grabbed by the others. No less than four of them were grabbing at both Ophelia and Alice, perhaps the others having come from the other doorways that had been locked.  The horse vanished within moments of Ophelia losing concentration, and her staff was quickly knocked from her hand by the powerful golems, or whatever they were.  Before she knew it, she and Alice were being hauled back down the hall toward the room they had awoken in, each limb held securely by one of the strange, smiling house servants.  They kicked and screamed defiantly, but the grip of the many golems was absolute; somehow they clung easily to their victims even with their smooth, porcelain-like appendages.
   
The armored woman was already waiting for them in the sitting room, standing at the head of the table, grinning evilly at them, her eyes glowing threateningly.  “Have a seat, girls; let’s get to know each other better before the party starts.  How about we introduce ourselves?  You may call me Mistress Moriah, or just Mistress.”
   
“Let me go!” Alice snarled defiantly, still fighting against the unyielding hands that held her.  She obviously had no intentions to comply with the armored woman’s requests of an introduction.  The four golems holding her and Ophelia lifted them over the backs of the chairs and quickly pushed the two struggling women into them, holding their limbs against the arm rests and the chair legs.
   
Ophelia was about to say something over Alice’s snarls of protest and outrage, when she felt the chair shifting beneath her.  With a started cry she saw that the soft armrests were morphing, turning from the plush material into dark, heavy leather.  In the next moment said leather shifted again, forming a pair of leather straps on each armrest, which quickly looped over Ophelia’s wrists and forearms just in front of her elbows.  “What’re you doing?  Stop it, I don’t like this!” she said quickly as more straps came up from the chair and tightened over her thighs, calves just below her knees, and then her ankles, leaving her legs spread rather widely.  A final pair of straps came up and met in front of her, above and below her breasts, tightening down quite firmly to keep her seated, and to squeeze her breasts, making them look even larger; the golems finally let her go after the chest straps were added.
   
A quick look to her side showed that Alice had been restrained in the exact same way, and when she looked back to Moriah, she saw that the woman was grinning.  “Isn’t that more comfortable, pets?  Don’t you feel incredibly safe now?”
   
“Shut it,” Alice replied with a snarl, tugging at the leather straps, now more in the form of actual cuffs, with buckles and silver studs lining them, than they had been moments before.  “Let us go right now or-”
   
“Or what?  You’re going to stick an arrow in her ass?” Ophelia replied with no small amount of annoyance, earning a glare from Alice and a chuckle from Moriah.  Ophelia turned her attention back to the armored figured, tugging at the straps lightly; she already knew there was no point in trying to escape, as she could feel the magic coursing through the entire chair now.  “I’m Ophelia, and that one is Alice. I would say that it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Moriah, but I’m afraid you have us at quite the disadvantage,” she said, trying to keep her voice civil.  Maybe it would help them out in the very near future, if nothing else.  She managed a saucy grin, the kind she used to draw in potential customers when she was roaming the taverns for a quick profit.  “I don’t usually do bondage on the first date anyway.”
   
“I’m pleased to see that someone knows proper manners,” Moriah said, turning an amused smirk toward Ophelia.  “You’ll get used to the way we do things here, I’m sure.  You seem to be adapting quite quickly now that we have you settled in.  You’ve had experiences like this before?”
   
Ophelia kept her grin going as she managed a slight shrug.  “Well, I’ve been around but it doesn’t usually take this kind of thing to get my clients off.  I like sex plenty, but the kinkier stuff I could do without if you don’t mind.”
   
“Oh, but I insist…all of our special guests should be kept safe and secure while they’re here,” Moriah replied, turning her glowing eyes to Alice.  “And what about you, elf?  Do you spread your legs for anyone willing to pay your price?”
   
Cheeks burning, Alice’s eyes stabbed toward Moriah in a glare that could very well have killed.  The leather holding her to the chair strained as she tried again to free herself.  “I’m not a whore!”
   
“So you don’t require payment then?  You just drop to your back to anyone who asks?” Moriah asked, her eyes seeming to glow brighter as Alice’s anger grew.
   
Alice grunted angrily, her hands balled into fists as she jerked at the bindings.  “Say that when I’m not tied to a chair, you undead freak!  I’ll tear your undead heart out of your chest and feed it to you!”
   
“You’re going to be a fun one, I think,” Moriah replied, chuckling as Alice continued her ineffectual struggles.  “You’ll be begging for anything to shove between your legs before we’re done with you.  Oh, silly me, I’ve forgotten my own manners…are either of you hungry?  Having journeyed so far to reach this tower, you must be famished.  Please, enjoy some refreshments.”  Without even having to give the order, the servant golems retrieved the teapot and cookies, pouring the lightly steaming tea for each of them.
   
“You keep that stuff away from me!” Alice snapped.
   
Ophelia gulped as she picked up the tea’s scent; it was laced with catnip, something that tended to get her frisky if she drank too much of it, and there was a lot in the mix, as well as a hint of something she couldn’t quite identify, and there was no telling what was in the cookies.  “I think I’ll have to decline too; I’m not all that thirsty at the moment.”
   
“Oh, but I insist, you must have some tea if nothing else,” Moriah said, her lips curling into a positively vile smirk, her eyes narrowing and glowing to the point that faint streamers of greenish light rose from them.
   
The golems were beside the two struggling women within moments, and to Ophelia’s surprise, one of them grabbed her head and held it back against the chair firmly, prying her jaw open, while a second slipped a small funnel into her mouth.  Where had they gotten that from?  She grunted and whimpered, trying to shake her head or dislodge the funnel, but the golems held her too securely. A quick glance showed her that Alice was being restrained in the same fashion, though she was fighting more vehemently to free herself, though it did little good.  Her eyes found a third golem, this one holding the teacup.  She squealed when the tea was slowly poured into the open end of the funnel, and felt the warm contents entering her mouth and sliding down her throat.  She reflexively gulped at it, still sputtering and coughing some of it up until the teacup was emptied.  Her eyes widened as she saw a fourth golem refill the cup, moving toward Alice as the second cup was sent down the funnel.
   
Alice was coughing and gagging as well, and once both of the cups were emptied a second time, the funnels were removed and the golems let them go.  “Damn you…what was in that tea?” Alice spat, her hate-filled eyes once again on Moriah.
   
“Catnip for sure,” Ophelia replied, shifting anxiously upon the chair, her heart racing as she awaited the inevitable rush and sexual arousal that catnip would bring her.  She had been more susceptible to that sort of thing than most other kerryns for as long as she could remember, maybe something her original master had done to her…or maybe she was just inherently extremely horny and it took just the slightest trigger for catnip to work its magic on her.
   
“You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure.  It’s all natural…well, as natural as you can get from a magically enhanced and mutated plant that may or may not be intelligent,” Moriah said, chuckling.  “This type of plant, created by the owner of this tower, by the way, excretes a very potent aphrodisiac, which makes for a wonderful addition to any cup of tea; goes even better with catnip.”
   
“You’re not serious…” Alice said, her tough demeanor cracking a bit as her voice wavered.
   
Ophelia gulped, already breathing quicker, her nipples likewise hardening rapidly.  “Oh, I think she’s plenty serious…oh gods…I’ve never…never felt something like this work so fast!” she exclaimed, turning to look at Alice, who likewise breathed quickly, her face flushed and her nipples hardening.
   
“It’s concentrated, so yes, you should be feeling the full effects momentarily.  Make them more comfortable,” Moriah ordered, licking her lips in the same hungry way Ophelia had seen on so many of her clients in the past. 
   
In a flurry, the golems went to work, much to Ophelia and Alice’s displeasure, tearing away their clothes.  The powerful hands of the golems easily ripped through their clothing, even Alice’s light armor, tearing the material away from their bodies almost effortlessly.  “Leave their underwear,” Moriah said, “it’ll be useful soon enough.”
   
Even Alice’s protests died out soon, turning into heated panting, her body writhing within the bonds holding her in place as she fought futilely to resist the aphrodisiac’s effects.  “W-why…are you…” she stammered, breaking off in a shuddering, lusty moan.
   
Ophelia was already well beyond that point, however, her mind fully consumed in the need for pleasure, her vision seemingly clouded by a pinkish tint as her sex drive moved into overload.  She panted and moaned eagerly, her pussy already soaking her panties with its hot juices.  Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and she could feel every bit of air that moved over them as keenly as if fingers brushed over them.  “Ohhhh…please…please…I need it…” she moaned, thrusting her hips forward as best she could, already imagining a big, thick cock inside her, her eyes unfocused as she looked toward her captor.
   
Moriah sat her heavy weapon aside, leaning it against another chair before she approached Ophelia.  “What is it that you need, my cute little pet?”
   
“Need…big cock…please…I…I have to come…please…it hurts…need it…” she panted, her body on fire.
   
“Direct, aren’t you?  You’ve had experience before I take it…a slut, no doubt.  Well, my slutty kitten, would these help you?” Moriah asked, holding up two of her armored fingers.
   
Ophelia nodded eagerly, only caring about her desperate need for release.  “Yes!  Yes, please!”
   
“Don’t…Ophelia…be strong!” Alice said, groaning as she continued her losing battle for self-control.
   
Moriah licked her lips again, her eyes flaring.  “Beg me for it, pet.  Beg your mistress to allow you the release you seek…slave.”
   
What did it matter?  Ophelia could have cared less that she was a drugged captive or that Moriah had called her a slave.  She needed to come!  “Please, mistress!  Please, this slave begs you to make her come!  Let this slave feel pleasure, mistress!  Slave begs to come, mistress!  Please let her!”
   
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy having you here, pet,” Moriah said, her voice very much a throaty purr.  “You’ll get your wish.”  Ophelia squealed with delight as the stoutly armored fingers pressed against her hot pussy.  She could feel the chill even through her wet panties, but the tingling chill only added to her pleasure.  She gasped loudly, a powerful bolt of pleasure shooting straight through her clit.  Moriah began rubbing her fingers up and down over her pussy, teasing her lips lightly, just brushing over her swollen clit, making her moan even louder, and even more desperately.
   
“S…stop it…s-stop t-touching her…” Alice croaked, panting heavily as the drug continued overpowering her attempts to stay calm.  Her nipples stood fully erect, hard as rocks on her chest, and her entire body seemed to be blushing and glistening with sweat.
   
“Jealous, are we?” Moriah responded, her fingers still quickly teasing Ophelia through her panties, the incredibly horny kerryn eagerly pressing her crotch more forcefully against the probing appendages.  “If you beg, I would consider giving you some attention.”
   
“G-go to hell!” Alice spat, wincing and groaning, her body refusing to listen to her as her juices soaked her own panties.
   
Moriah chuckled, her fingers pressing around Ophelia’s hard clit.  “It’s not bad this time of year, but I’ll have other things occupying my time that I simply won’t be able to ignore.  Does my little slutty kitty want to come?”
   
Ophelia nodded quickly, panting with her tongue dangling from her mouth.  “Yes!  Yes, please, mistress!  Please let your slutty kitty come!” Ophelia pleaded, licking her lips.
   
“You should be as nice as this one, elf,” Moriah said, her fingers working more quickly along Ophelia’s clit for a moment more before they pressed into the soaked panties, pushing inside of the hot, dripping pussy.  Ophelia let out a loud cry, arching her back against the restraints.
   
“Mistress!  Please, please, more!  Slutty kitty is almost ready to come!” Ophelia cried. 
   
Moriah kept her fingers pressed inside for a little longer, obviously reveling in the power she held over the kerryn, judging by the superior smirk on her face.  She moved her fingers once more after keeping Ophelia in suspense for several seconds more.  “You may come, pet,” she said at last, her fingers taking hold of Ophelia’s clit again, giving it a twist.
   
“YES MISTRESS!” Ophelia screamed, her body jerking as the orgasm exploded through her, the leather restraints creaking as her muscles pulled against them.  Her impassioned cries continued as Moriah’s fingers stayed where they were, subtly twisting, enhancing and extending the explosion of sexual joy inside the kerryn. 
   
“That’s a good, good pet,” Moriah said at last, lifting her fingers and allowing Ophelia to settle back against the chair, still moaning and panting, but with a dazed, fulfilled look upon her face.  She sniffed her fingers, grinning as she licked at the juices on the armored tips.  “Mmm…quite the lovely vintage on her; would you like to sample her?” she asked, looking back to Alice.
   
Alice stubbornly shook her head, though it was with great effort that she managed to do so.  “K-keep your fingers away from me!” she panted.
   
Moriah gave a shake of her head, approaching Alice, holding her fingers beneath the elf’s nose.  “Breathe deeply of the smell of your companion’s hot sex…she loves it, as you saw.  No doubt, she’ll be begging for more…would you like to give her what she wants?  No?  Such a selfish girl you are…selfish and dishonest.  Your body says so much about what you really desire.”  Without warning, Moriah’s armored hands grasped Alice’s breasts, giving them a firm squeeze, the elf’s hard nipples getting pinched between her fingers.
   
A squeal of pain that quickly faded into a deeper, heated moan came from Alice, her eyes rolling back and forth.  “No…no please…stop it…” she breathed.  “I-I don’t want this!” she added her voice lighter, almost a squeak.
   
“Lying to your mistress will get you punished,” Moriah replied, tightening her grasp and twisting both breasts in opposite directions, eliciting another howl of pain that turned into something more pleasurable within moments.  “Interesting mixture, no?  Turns anyone into a pain slut, no matter how much they try and fight it; of course, you won’t feel quite so good when it wears off.  I could do the same to the kitty over there, but unlike you, she’s quite willing to play along.”
   
“D-don’t you d-darRRRRGH!” Alice screamed, the armored gauntlets biting into her sensitive flesh and pinching her nipples even more painfully as Moriah’s grip tightened.  She writhed against the leather straps holding her in place, eyes squeezed shut, hands balled into fists.  Her pained cry again lessened, changing into a heated moan as the seconds passed and Moriah’s grasp remained like iron.
   
“I think we might have found your true calling; there is little quite so pleasing to the ear than an elf screaming in utter agony,” Moriah said, looking down to Alice with a cruel grin.  “It’s a pity your breasts are so small, but maybe we can fix that. Maybe we will make a milk bitch out of you, hmm?  Tits so big you won’t be able to walk, daily harvesting…sounds delicious, not to mention arousing.  What do you think?”
   
Alice’s reply came out in another loud cry, this one a shuddering moan as she fought the straps, Moriah twisting her breasts in the opposite direction while simultaneously pulling outward on them.  Alice’s eyes were wide and distant, her mouth quivering as another wordless moan slipped out.  The unrelenting grip on Alice’s flesh subsided, but only for a moment before Moriah’s steel-clad fingers clamped down upon her already pained nipples, twisting fiercely while pulling upward on them.
   
The scream that came from Alice was the loudest yet, but again, it soon became a heated moan, though this time, even that was louder as her body shook and jerked in the throes of an intensely powerful orgasm.  Moriah laughed as Alice writhed, tweaking her nipples to keep the orgasm rolling through the elf.  “Seems you’re getting into the spirit of things now…though you’ll be punished even worse for coming without permission!”
   
At last she released Alice’s nipples, leaving the gasping, groaning elf to relax into the chair, though her eyes remained distant, tears streaming down her cheeks despite the obviously powerful and intensely pleasurable experience she had just had, though the bruises forming on her breasts may have told a different story.
   
Ophelia panted, tugging at the straps again, having watched the whole thing, her pussy dripping with eager anticipation and a desire for more.  She looked up to Moriah.  “Please, mistress…can slutty kitty have more?  Please, slutty kitty wants more!” she begged.
   
Moriah turned her head, grinning to the incredibly horny kerryn.  “Of course you can, pet.  Would you like to taste this one’s juices as well?”
   
Nodding her head eagerly, Ophelia bounced as much as she could.  “Yes, mistress!  Please let slutty kitty taste her!  Slutty kitty loves cock!”
   
Wasting no more time, Moriah effortlessly ripped Alice’s soaked panties from her, rolling them up as she returned to Ophelia, who already had her mouth held wide as she panted hungrily.  The panties were soon stuffed inside the kerryn’s mouth, which she quickly closed to savor the flavor.  As she did, Moriah used a single finger to push her head against the chair back, which shifted once again, two more straps sliding out from the leather, one settling over her forehead, the other over her mouth, and both pulling themselves snug, making sure that she couldn’t move her head or open her mouth, not that she wanted to rid herself of Alice’s panties any time soon.
   
Moriah tore Ophelia’s own soaked panties from her, and returned to Alice, stuffing them into the elf’s mouth just as she had begun to regain her senses, before likewise securing her head against the padded back of the chair.  “As much as I want to stay and play with you, I have another guest to greet before introducing you to the owner of the tower.  But don’t worry,” she said, hefting her heavy mace over her shoulder, “I won’t leave you without entertainment.  In fact, you have my permission to come as many times as you wish!”
   
Fading into a dark swirl of mist, Moriah’s laughter could be heard echoing into the void as the captive’s chairs shifted again, the leather sliding back to reveal an opening between their legs, from which rose large, knobbed phalluses, which found easy entrance into their dripping pussies.  Ophelia moaned heatedly as the phallus filled her, while Alice seemed less enthused, though that changed as soon as the phalluses came to life, emitting not only intense vibrations, but rotating, and even moving in and out, for the moment slowly, but they were quickly gaining momentum.  As the pair writhed in their drug-fueled haze of pleasure, the only witnesses were the smiling, closed-eyed golems standing unmoving around them, and the unseen master of the tower…