A final cinch tugged Reina's legs further apart, locked into place far more firmly than she had ever experienced with her limited, giggling previous attempts at rope play.
Chris completed the last knot and admired his handiwork. She saw herself through his eyes: lying on her bed with her wrists bound to her ankles, moisture pooling helplessly where her legs were spread open. There was a look of dark anticipation in him that she knew he could see in her.
"Chris, where'd you learn this kind of ropework?" said Ash, from a position behind her. She was unable to crane her neck to see them.
"It's something I've messed around with a bit in the past, but I've been getting tips from Sarah."
"Whoa!" said Trev. "Are you and her...?"
"Oh, no, she's not into dudes. It's just...y'know, we've been working on this Rope Adventure course together, and it sort of came up."
Trev climbed up next to her on the bed. He caressed her jaw and throat with his thumb, and gave her shoulder muscles a little squeeze. She felt the fine hairs her arms stand up.
When they had talked about trying this bondage thing, Ash had suggested they work it into their D&D campaign.
Chris's wizard had brought them to his old elven professor, the Archmage, to ask about the Dark Lady's amulet.
Now Ash spoke in the throaty voice of the Archmage. "The bard is secured? Good. She may become slightly possessed during the ritual."
"Should we blindfold her as well?" said Trev. "So she can't cast sight-based spells on us if she does get possessed?"
"Hrm. Indeed."
Trev pulled a soft black cloth over her eyes, casting her vision into darkness. She felt a hand...his? Ash's? Lift her head slightly, and other hands gathered her hair, slipping the blindfold around her head and tying it firmly. More fingers adjusted it, making sure it covered her eyes.
"This cursed artifact you wear," Ash said. "It was created in hellfire, and it must be destroyed in hellfire. Now, how do we get our hands on some hellfire?"
Raina felt a hand brushing her inner thigh. Teasing. She writhed ineffectually.
"Uh..." said Chris.
"If you'd paid attention during my lessons, lad, you'd know this. Demon jizz is composed of pure hellfire! That's why I've asked you to paint magic circles around your dicks. During the ritual, your dicks will become demonically possessed, but the circles will protect the rest of you. Saturate your friend with sticky white flame, and the amulet will crumble."
"Is that safe?" said Trev.
"Oh, don't worry, hellfire can't harm a living person."
"I want to roll insight and see if this Archmage is on the level."
Raina felt a 20-sided die roll across her bare stomach. "Hey!" she barked.
"That's a six," laughed Chris.
"The Archmage seems trustworthy to you," said Ash. "They begin to chant the ritual, and you feel your dicks filled with a strange energy. They glow red, they become scaly, ribbed for her pleasure, the whole deal."
She grinned at Ash's goofy image, but right by her ear there was a sound of pants unzipping that went straight to her cunt.
Someone gave one of her nipples a little tweak, and she wiggled. A finger slicked into her folds, and she heard herself give an obscene little squeak.
"Ready?" came Trev's soft voice, as fingers twisted lightly in her hair.
"Yes," she said.
"I'm no good at multitasking," she had told them earlier when she had screwed her courage to the sticking place and asked them to fill her with three cocks all at once. "So don't expect any kind of expert blowjob technique from me. Whoever's in front, I'm gonna need you to take charge and just fuck my mouth."
Since that conversation, she's found it hard to think about anything else, but that desire to let go completely, to be fucked everywhichway and allow herself to be come nothing but softness, wetness, eagerness, to exist for a time as a pure conduit of pleasure.
Now she gasped as she was lifted bodily and set down again in a lap, her ass coming to rest against frizzy pubic hair, and a standing cock. Her head was lowered to the crook of a shoulder. The body under her, which she thought must be Chris, was soft and strong, and his arms snaked around her waist, caressing her up and down.
A lubed-up finger rested against her asshole, circling and then slowly pushing in. She groaned as it withdrew. Then she felt something larger press against her, and she gasped at how huge the cock felt as it replaced the slender digit.
The entry of the cock slowed to a stop, and she just laid there for a moment, breathing hard, feeling thoroughly filled. It pulled out, and pushed back in, and improbably, it went further in than last time, and she realized that what she had thought was the full length buried in her was just the tip, because the next stroke went further still. She had used toys on her ass before, but she now realized she had gone easy on herself. This was like nothing she had ever felt.
A second cock touched lightly against her vulva. Its owner, who in her swimming combination of sensory deprivation and overload she guessed must be Ash, rubbed its head along her slit, drenching it in her juices. The cock slid back and forth, bumping her ringing clit in time with the impossible stretching of her ass.
She bucked her hips, trying to draw Ash's cock into her, but it only wrenched her arms against her bonds. Chris's arms tightened around her waist, holding her close as she sobbed with pleasure and marvelous, tender agony.
She became aware that there was a third cock resting against her face, touching her upper lip, and she reached out her tongue for it, tasting it.
"...please..." she whimpered, not caring how it sounded, and Ash's cock mercifully entered her in one stroke.
Her ecstatic cry was distorted by a finger pulling at her upper lip, as a hand cupped her face, tilting her head back. The sensations of the twin invaders were so overwhelming that she hardly noticed the third cock filling her mouth, going deeper and deeper. The tactile cacophany all blended together. A tiny part of her mind was still keeping things running smoothly, and she tilted her head back a little further, finding the angle at which she could take Trev down her throat without too much trouble.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he breathed. And what response could she give under the circumstances, but a low, muffled moan of satisfaction?
At first, he must have been holding back a little, trying not to use her throat too roughly. Now, his breathing was ragged, and she couldn't help gagging a little as he lost control.
"You're doing...so good," he said. Her jaw ached, and she coud feel saliva running down her face, dampening the blindfold. Her arms and legs were beginning to smart from the ropes. Her ass and cunt were taut with an unprecendented strain. She felt a strange pride bloom inside her. She could do this.
You may not like it, but is what peak performance looks like.
She suppressed a laugh that would have had unknown and possibly terrible consequences.
Then Trev began to empty himself down her throat, and into her mouth, and a little down her lips and nose, and she breathed hard, triumphant as he freed her to inhale deeply.
She felt Chris wriggling out from below her, and realized that the action at her other end had finished. Ash's sock was still buried in her, no longer moving, and they finally pulled out slowly with a sigh.
She could feel juices trickling down her ass crack, and a finger swabbed some of them up, smearing them around idly on her belly. Another finger found her clit, and she shook with instant waves of pleasure and need. The touch became more insistent, and she leaned into it with all the strength she could muster against her bonds. She came almost immediately, gasping hard.
As she was coming down, a semi-soft dick touched itself to her lips.
