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Drive-By Shooting

“I can feel it cumming over me
I feel it
all around me.”
- The Next Door (Street Fighter IV
Theme)

Rydia uncorked the vial and applied the perfume liberally to her
neck and shoulders, letting a small trickle run down her ample
cleavage. She sniffed herself and liked it. This had been a good
purchase. Of all of the times she had picked the pockets of monsters,
she was finally getting to use some money for herself –
something to make her feel good.
          They
had encountered a travelling saleswitch in the forest just outside of
Troia, and Rydia and Rosa had taken the time to browse the inventory.
Most of it was junk; a large potion here, an herbal cookbook there,
but Rosa had taken a shine to one of the silver necklaces and Rydia
herself, in a bid to seem more womanly, had been attracted to the
curious scent of a large vial in the corner. It was an innocuous gold
liquid that she had been told would make her “irresistible to
men.” Of course, she didn't really care about all that... but
then, it was always nice to turn a few heads, and she was slowly,
finally, beginning to take notice of the effect her appearance had on
the opposite sex. It was unwanted, of course, and she'd had plenty of
bad experiences*

*(drowning in a tsunami of sperm, being
kidnapped and sold as a sex slave, going Berserk and doing... stuff,
having a gang bang with a group of monsters... the list went on)

but
she couldn't deny the small feeling of worth she received whenever
someone looked at her in a leery way. She mostly felt disgust, but
there was that part of her that actually enjoyed it – everyone
is a bit of an exhibitionist.
          So
she had let Rosa style her hair and she was wearing her expensive
perfume. She wasn't just a little girl anymore; she had grown into a
sultry, strong woman, and she had the body to prove
it.
          They
had left the witch – who was cackling excessively – and
gone to stop for some rest in a nearby village. They almost didn't
see it, as it was surrounded on all sides by a thick forest. Rosa and
Kain went to find an inn for the night while Edge left to find
someone to cheat at gambling, which left Rydia alone to explore this
new location.
          There
wasn't much to see. It was a largely self-sufficient village and had
no real appeal to visitors. The clothing shop she saw sold more
homely materials, and nothing as exotic as Rydia would have liked to
wear. She couldn't find a library where she might find some magic
spells either, although she was fairly certain that she knew every
Black spell there was by now anyway.
          The
strange thing happened while she was walking across the town square,
just minding her own business. She had noticed some of the
townspeople looking at her as she walked by, her breasts bouncing
perkily within their scant covering and the loose fabric around her
waist swaying with each step. She felt a stab of girlish glee –
she was turning heads. But what was better was that she noticed a
couple of times some men with their backs to her suddenly sniff the
air and then turn to look over at her, as they smelt her womanly
perfume before seeing her figure. The perfume was enticing them to
look at her body, and although this was something Rydia didn't
necessarily want to encourage, it did feel good to be
wanted.
          She
was going to regret feeling that way soon enough.
          All
of a sudden, she heard the rising sound of running feet behind her,
and she spun on her heel to see a young man bearing down on her,
gasping and with a frantic look on his face. Taken aback, she was
just about to ask what was the matter when suddenly he screwed up his
face and, with his penis in his hand, he ejaculated and sprayed his
liquid man-juice down the front of Rydia's leotard. He then continued
to run down the street, sobbing as he turned the corner and faded
from sight.
          As
the dust settled, Rydia just stood and stared at the space where the
man had disappeared, dumbfounded. The hubbub of the city seemed to
die away into a heavy silence as Rydia's mind went
blank.
          What...
had just happened?
          She
looked at the front of her green leotard.
          He
had just came on her.
          A
stranger had just ran past her. In a busy street. In the middle of
the afternoon. And then, without stopping, he just...
          Came
on her.
          Like
a perverted drive-by shooting!
          Slowly,
her face fell into a mask of disgust and she whimpered. She felt a
wave of revulsion come over her. She had some strange man's semen on
her clothing, but she didn't want to touch it... so what could she
do? What could she do? It was just hanging there, staring at her like
thousands of little tadpoles, burrowing into the stretchy fabric of
her skin-tight leotard, where they would dig in, hold on and never
let go!
          What
was she thinking about? She looked up at the assembled faces of the
townsfolk, all staring at her. They seemed to share her shock at what
had just happened, and no one said a word.
          That
wasn't true – she heard a whisper. Slowly, mechanically, she
turned her head to look at a group of three men who had been
attracted by her scent earlier, and rather than look shocked they
seemed to be studying her intently, greedily.
          Rydia
turned away again, a little creeped out. But that wasn't the worst of
it. It wasn't the increasingly greedy stares she was seeing around
her that was causing the slowly mounting horror, that was making her
start to shiver and the hair to rise on the back of her neck. No, as
the wave of revulsion slowly hit home, it was something further south
she was thinking about, something closer to her body.
          She
looked back down at the semen on her costume, and finally freaked
out.
          “Ew.
Eww! EWW!” she said. She hopped on the spot for a second, tears
of panic and frustration glittering in her eyes; and then, squealing
in horror, the green-haired summoner turned tail and ran.

She didn't tell the others what had happened to her. It was so
embarrassing and she was still in shock – the full impact of
the assault hadn't sunk in yet. It was just so unexpected.

So she pushed all thoughts of the drive-by shooting to the back of
her mind. No doubt it would all come flooding back to her later, but
it was time to live in the here and now.
          But
he just came all over her!
          No,
now was not the time for that. She compartmentalised her indignation
and, putting on a pleasant smile, she went to scrub herself
clean.
          By
lucky chance, this village happened to sit on a natural hot spring.
Hot springs were supposed to be rare in this part of the world, but
for some strange reason they always seem to turn up in stories like
this. Funny that.
          There
was a bathhouse just across the street from the hotel where they were
due to stay for the night. Rydia felt that tonight, of all nights,
she needed a nice, long soak in some steamy water to cleanse her
of... all the filth.
          She
hadn't actually wanted to leave the hotel without Rosa, given that
the last time she had been out in the streets, some random stranger
had splattered her with his own-brand custard. However, Rosa and Kain
were out on some important errand (they were always going off
together – what did they do that was so important?) and
Edge was a ninja, so she had no idea where he was. And even if she
did she wouldn't invite him to come with her to the baths. She wasn't
some kind of slut.
          So
Rydia left alone to wash the cum off her body. She didn't have a
bathing suit with her, as she was used to bathing naked in the
wilderness and all she had on her was her spare pair of clothes
(which she had been wearing; her main pair were at the cleaner's in
Troia), her nightclothes, the bottle of her new perfume and a green
towel that she used to wipe herself off. With no bathing suit on her,
and no desire to cross the street naked, she wrapped the towel around
her until she was reasonably decent. It was a tight fit, and she had
to be careful not to bend or twist at all, but she managed to squeeze
her voluptuous breasts into the protective wrapping, and left the inn
for the bathhouse.
          She
faltered as she took a step outside; the road was crammed with
people. She received a few looks from people trying not to seem
curious, and she decided to continue across to the bathhouse; if she
went back into the inn, it would be obvious she was embarrassed, and
she wanted to appear a strong, confident woman.
          Rydia
crossed the street, ducking through the crowd until she reached the
reception to the village bathhouse.
          The
bathhouse doubled as a bar at the front, with patrons invited through
to the back to enjoy a drink in the baths, or chairs and tables in
the reception area for a relaxing drink after the baths. It was one
of the main congress areas of the village, and men and women would
take relaxing baths in the evening and come back out to the bar for a
drink as they cooled down afterwards. Sure enough, on this day there
were several men and women sitting in their robes, chatting to each
other over a drink of the local cider in the warmth of the summer
evening, and Rydia passed between them as she made her way to the
counter. The old man behind the desk looked her up and down as she
placed her money on the counter.
          “Um,
one for the baths, please,” she said.
          The
old man took her money and waved her through a doorway. “You're
in luck, little lady,” he said after her. “Everyone's
busy with the preparations, so you've got the whole place to
yourself.”
          “Thanks!”
she said, passing through the doorway.
          “Don't
go into the men's by accident!”
          “I
won't!” she called back.
          She
went down a corridor and turned the corner, where she came across an
inner room, where a group of 30-something men were laughing,
uproariously in a group. They were drinking spirits from small cups
and wearing robes that, honestly, did little to cover their
underlying shame. Rydia caught a glimpse of hairy willy and looked
away, quickly. The last thing she wanted to look at was a man at this
moment.
          A
serving lady passed her with a tray of drinks for the men. They
cheered as they saw her and continued to toast one another and
generally have a good time.
          Rydia
noticed the entrance to the women's area. It was a sliding paper door
across the small meeting area, and she could smell the sweet sulphur
of the natural springs from here.
          She
started to edge forward, not wanting to be drawn into a conversation
with some drunken men. To her annoyance, one of the men sniffed the
air, a puzzled look on his face, before turning round to find the
source of the strange fragrance. His face lit up as he saw the
half-naked Rydia beside him.
          “Hello
there!” he said cheerfully, and sniffed again. “Mmm, you
smell nice!”
          The
others at the table turned round to see her and cheered general
drunken agreement.
          “Um,
thank you,” said Rydia, edging away.
          “Where
are you from?” said the man, trying to make the most of this
opportunity. But Rydia wasn't really in the mood to be chatted up
right now.
          “Out
of town,” she said. “Just passing
through.”
          “Out
of towner!” one said, to more cheers. He pushed a chair out for
her. “Come and have a drink with us and I'll tell you
everything you need to know...”
          “Don't
listen to him, girlie!” laughed one of his friends. “He's
just trying to get in your...”
          “Shut
up!” the first man said, throwing a playful punch at his
friend, and everyone fell about laughing.
          Rydia
noted that they were a nice enough group of men who were essentially
harmless, but she had no desire to spend time with anyone else right
now. Besides, she didn't like how they were sniffing the air,
catching her scent like dogs... She made some weak apologies, and
ducked through the sliding door and into the women's bath area, to
cries of general dismay.
          She
closed the door behind her, and she was alone.
          The
sight in front of her was just what she had been waiting for. She was
greeted by a large, outdoor pool sitting in the alcove of a volcanic
crater. It was surrounded by rocky outcroppings and foliage around
the edges, making it seem totally sealed off from the outside world.
It was like she had stepped into a landscape made from her own desire
for isolation and comfort.
          She
sighed languidly, discarding her flimsy towel and dropping it to the
ground. There was a large rock around ten feet high in the centre of
the pool and she moved towards it, first dipping her toe carefully in
the water to assess its warmth. It was hot, nearly overbearingly
comfortable as she slowly descended into the pool, gracing the water
with her unclothed magnificence. She immersed herself up to her neck,
her hip-length hair trailing behind her like waves of silk. She
placed her back against the cool rock and settled into the water,
naked, moaning with unsuppressed joy at the pleasurable embrace of
hot water on her skin. The steam clung to her body, smothering her in
its cleansing glow, and she felt the stress of the day's incident
melt into nothingness.
          “Uhh,”
she moaned as she settled into a more comfortable position, ready to
fall asleep at any moment. She knew she needed sleep; she had
exhausted all of her MP for one day by throwing Fire at Edge
as he kept feeling her up – it was to her continued annoyance
that he had dodged them all – and she wouldn't be able to cast
any more spells until she'd had a full night's sleep. She felt like
she could sleep here, and started to doze.

A little later she awoke, startled, thinking she had heard
something. She looked around for a second, but was relieved to hear
the hiss of steam venting from between two rocks. Sighing in
contentment, she settled back down and closed her eyes.
          “Oh
yeah.”
          She
sat up straight. What was that? She thought she had heard something –
a distant rustling perhaps. There were lots of bushes around the
edges of the pool, so it made sense.
          She
settled back down, sinking down into the water. Because of wonderful,
magical physics, her breasts floated to the surface like buoys and
moved softly with the gentle vibrations of the water.
          “Oh,
damn!”
          She
went stock still. She had definitely caught something there. But she
didn't know if it was just a voice on the wind or...
          “Hey,
move your fat head, I can't see her minge.”
          She
leapt to her feet, the water cascading off her in torrents as she
thrust her arm out to the bushes and pointed an accusing finger. The
air crackled with electricity as she prepared to incinerate all
foliage in the area, her first impulse being to cast a spell –
but she didn't have the MP, and besides, the face of Rosa flashed
across her enraged mind, and she remembered the time the older girl
had warned her to use her magic strictly on monsters, and not
ordinary humans.
          But
the insult. The insult!!
          “Thun...”
she began instinctively, but stopped when the offending man jumped to
his feet, trousers around his ankles and hand cupping hardened winky.
His other hand he waved in the air, frantically, screaming, “I
surrender! I surrender!”
          Rydia's
eyes, which had been so filled with righteous indignation, had gone
wide with shock and surprise. She took a step back, arm still
outstretched, but her step was shaky, her legs trembling with
surprise.
          She
had locked eyes on her stalker, which was actually working for him.
Despite his biological fear for life and limb, he was so close to
shooting his load that he had not once stopped stroking his proud and
erect winky, and the sight of the green-haired goddess standing
there, naked and dripping in front of him, her eyes filled with
wonder and disgust as she watched him pound his bison... well, it was
simply the most erotic experience he had ever had.
          For
Rydia's part, she wasn't trying to increase this bold pervert's
pleasure, not by any means. And she didn't really want to stare into
his eyes. In fact, she just didn't want to look away. Because when
she had targeted the bush with her rage, she hadn't just seen one
stroking madman jump up... she had seen the whole thicket come
alive. And they were, all of them, masturbating.
          They
had been watching her, and using her, without her
knowledge.
          She
took another shaky step back, and jumped slightly as the back of her
leg touched the rock. She twisted round to look and stepped around
it, but when she looked back the picture had changed; suddenly, there
weren't – she didn't want to think how many – men
standing in the shrubbery. Some of them still were, but the ones in
front had actually crept forward and were standing in the water,
still furiously whacking off to the sight of her.
          She
looked round. They were encircling her! The bushes that
surrounded the pool were alive with horny men locked in the throes of
furious pencil sharpening.
          It
was when the groans started that she turned tail and
ran.
          She
waded through the pool, oh so slowly, and finally reached the paper
door. She made to pull it open, but stopped short when she saw the
silhouettes, framed against the paper walls. They were of men, she
could tell, and they were still but for repetitive movement at one
particular area of the body.
          She
turned away; she couldn't escape that way. A man had come close, but
backed off quickly as she faced him, compelled by his lust to
approach her, but still fearful of her sorcerous ways. She remembered
her promise to Rosa not to use magic, but surely she could use it
now? Surely a swarm of Meteor would do them the world of good?
A bit of Bahamut? Chocobo even?
          But
then she remembered her temporary ban on summoning eidolons after
that embarrassing incident with the wine and the Chocobo, and she
knew she couldn't get out that way.
          Also
– no MP! She was just a powerless girl!
          Her
mind was buzzing with fear. She couldn't think straight. She waded
back into the water, the warm bubbles only accentuating her own
nakedness, and she reached the big rock in the centre as they started
to close in around her, a group of about thirty. Thirty? She
hadn't even imagined that that many men lived in this town,
let alone had time to nip out for a quick gangbang. Was that what
they were going to do? Was this their source of entertainment in this
town? Find an out-of-town piece of super-sexy grade AA+ ass and make
her their own, maybe take her to a barn somewhere and take her again
and again until she couldn't even think straight
anymore!?
          She
had definitely had too many weird sexual experiences.
          She
clambered onto the rock, her heart leaping a mile as she slipped and
had to find another handhold; she grabbed on and hauled herself up
for dear life as the myriad groans mounted to an indecent cacophony
of ecstasy. She stood atop the rock and looked down at the assembled
villagers below; some tried to climb up after her, but it was
impossible while they only had one hand to work with.
          “Oh,
yes...”
          “Damn,
that's good...”
          She
didn't like what they were saying. She didn't like standing on a rock
ten feet above ground level in only her birthday suit*

(*She
had actually spent the entirety of her last birthday wearing just her
detachable sleeves and stockings after accidentally overdosing on X
Potions – she had thought they were just Potions. The
concoction had made her feel so good that her libido had gone into
overdrive, and to save her from going slut-whore on every man in
sight (she still being a virgin at this point) she had locked herself
in a room with a heavy lock and spent the entire day humping the key.
It had turned out to be a very enjoyable day overall)

and
she didn't like thinking about what was going to happen
next.
          She
didn't have to wait to find out. As the first man reached his
groaning orgasm, he didn't just relieve himself and say thank you
ma'am, oh no. He arched his back, and with eyes screwed up in ecstasy
he aimed directly for the naked summoner, firing off a stream of love
juice that missed her by inches.
          Rydia
squealed and ducked. Crouched on her haunches with her hands over her
head, she could only look down in horrible fascination as the rest of
her audience started to take aim.
          She
opened her mouth to scream for help, but stopped, suddenly. She
really, really didn't want to be found like this. Rosa would
be supportive, Kain was inscrutable, but Edge would never stop making
fun of her. In fact, he'd probably do worse, and think she was “up
for it.” And it meant that they'd probably
never...
          Well.
She couldn't scream for help. And she still hadn't regenerated any of
her MP, so she couldn't cast a timely Blizzard to freeze these
incredible perverts solid.
          The
first salvo approached.
          Cum
splattered across the rock. Some jets were fired with such speed they
caused an audible slap as they struck, ricocheting in unpredictable
ways. Rydia squeezed her eyes shut against the onslaught. Nothing was
hitting her, but it was a close thing. When she dared to peer out of
one eye, she saw the sloping sides of the rock she was crouching on
bleached with white, like a loaded paint-roller carelessly flicked
onto a marbled surface.
          The
second wave began. This time someone had the angle right, with the
force to make it stick, and a warm glob of man glue struck Rydia on
the side of her naked foot. She shifted on the spot, repulsed, but
kept her footing, which seemed more precarious by the moment. It had
been fine getting up here, but now that she was staying still, she
was having trouble keeping her balance with her eyes closed and the
surface was more curved at the top than she would have liked.
Moreover, she couldn't stay in one position for very long because of
the strain it put on her ankles, and was constantly having to shift
as the men moaned at her feet.
          In
fact, she was starting to feel like a model in a life-painting class
– but one where the medium wasn't paint and there was no
canvas. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't like that at all, it
was more like she was a nude, dripping young woman who was displaying
her body on a plinth before a gang of hungry, hungry
men.
          Another
warm splat on her foot. Rydia whimpered. Their aim was
improving.
          Rydia
of Mist, last of the summoners. Now just a
cum-target.
          “Yes...
YES!”
          They
were braying like a mob, their voices rising with their hysteria.
They could only reach her feet, but this meant that her hold on the
rock was now becoming increasingly slippery as she slid on the slime
that was now creeping between her toes.
          What
would happen if she fell off? They would surely move on to more
physical activities, right? With her hot body in their grasp they
would definitely make sure to make full use of all the facilities,
right?
          Although,
as she thought on top of that rock – because she had nothing
else to do, did she? - this whole situation was really odd. She'd
been through a lot, but never had someone given her a drive-by
shooting in the street or tried to hit her from a distance with
anything that wasn't an arrow or a thunderbolt.
          Why
weren't they climbing up to get her? Why couldn't they take their
hands off their willies? Why were their eyes filled with such awe and
wonder?
          And
then she remembered.
          “This
liquid will make you irresistible to men, you harlot, with your
slutty clothes and loose morals, why don't you just stand in a town
centre and let all the townsfolk ride you senseless, you
slag?”
          At
the time, she'd just thought the saleswitch was a very rude old
woman, or at least a colourful character. She hadn't thought her
words had been a warning, or a threat.
          Oh
no, it was the perfume! She was reeking in the stuff, and it made her
“irresistible to men”! In other words, the men down there
couldn't help themselves! One whiff of her – when she'd been
walking down the main street, of course! - and they were compelled
to ejaculate all over her body!!
          It
seemed unbelievable, but she had experienced worse.
          “Resist
it!” she screamed to the vibrating mound of man-flesh below.
“You don't need to cum all over me!”
          “Oh,
she said it!”
          “Man,
that's so hot!”
          “By
the power of Grayskull, I must have that ass!”
          Her
words were like magic, and they carried the power to make them cum
harder and further than ever before.
          The
next salvo hit her all over. She was shot in the shoulder, the left
arm, the right breast and thigh, both feet, which were becoming
glazed like icing, and one particular ejaculation struck her on the
right ass cheek and ricocheted to hit her other cheek and the small
of her back. This was fired by someone we're going to call He-Man
for... personal reasons.
          “Nooo!”
she squealed. “That's not what I meant!”
          She
had to get out of here, it was getting worse, they were getting too
accurate and too fired up! In a panic, she looked around to find
somewhere to run to...
          But
instead fixed her eye on what was in front of her.
          “Oh
no,” she said.
          The
men who were still pounding away had started standing on the
shoulders of the ones who had already had a go. This meant that there
was now a human pyramid forming around that rock. As Rydia stared
ahead she saw the man mountain reach the height of her head. She
looked mutely on as a man with a happy smiling face...
          Came
in hers.
          Splat.
          As
the sperm dripped down from her eye sockets, she decided that she had
had enough. She took a deep, steadying breath, and then said,
“Right.”
          With
an almighty cry she leapt onto the man who had violated her personal
face. He had no time to enjoy the feeling of her breasts pressing
down on top of him as the pyramid toppled and fell, crashing down
back into the steaming water. The green-haired girl leapt from the
pyramid just as it collapsed into the pool, rolling as she hit the
stone ground at the entrance to the springs. She recovered in a flash
and leapt through the paper door with a tear and a crash, taking a
second to note that none of the aggressive perverts were loitering in
the hallway. She ran, naked, down the hall of the bathhouse, big
boobies bouncing along. Her form was that of a sprinter... with big
boobies... and she rocketed round the corner, upsetting a waitress
who dropped the tray she was carrying. Cups of alcohol fell to the
floor with a clatter as the naked girl ran past.
          She
made no attempt to go back for her towel. She wasn't stupid –
they would be waiting. She ignored the people she passed and kept her
eyes locked in front of her, aiming for the exit and her
salvation.
          She
crashed through the door to the reception area, sweeping past the
astonished and delighted looks of patrons preparing for a refreshing
bath, and those who had just been for a bath but would shortly be
needing another one on account of all the wanking they'd be doing
immediately after this sight.
          Her
eye on the prize, Rydia burst out of the bathhouse and made to cross
the street to the hotel.

Every year, for one day, all the townsfolk of this little village
would line the main street for the town's annual festival, which
would involve much drinking and entertainment. There was always a
parade of home-made floats right down the middle of the main street,
and everyone would turn out to see. Everyone in the
village.
          By
a happy coincidence, today was parade day.

Rydia ran out naked in front of the entire town. She skidded to a
halt at a cordon that had since been erected and was blocking her way
to the hotel across the street, behind which was the procession of
floats that she would have to walk around.
          Flustered,
she tried to find a way past. The people were staring at her,
slack-jawed, but Rydia didn't want to waste any time – she ran
for all she was worth, titties flapping all the while, entertainment
for young and old. She ran a few yards down the street, and tried to
cross the cordon, but she was stopped by the immense floats that were
blocking her way, so she repeated the process over and again, moving
further and further down the street in a frantic search for shelter.
          At one
point she slipped, her cum-covered feet losing suction with the
ground, and she fell chest-first onto the ground.
          “Owwie,”
she moaned, rubbing her naked behind. She sat up on the ground, her
body smothered in wet mud that had been kicked up from all the people
walking down the street on this festival day. She didn't spend long
rubbing herself down, as the crowd were leering down on her and she
wanted to get to the safety of her room before they got any weird and
sticky ideas.
          She
got up and ran once more, trying to find a place she could cross.
After several attempts at this – and leaving not one person in
any doubts about the quality of her assets – she finally
reached the end of the procession and ducked under the cordon, across
the road and vaulted the cordon on the other side. Then she ran back
up the street and into the hotel, where she scrambled up the stairs
to her room and slammed shut the door.
          As
an afterthought, she locked the door so that no one could get in.

Rydia had never been so humiliated. She honestly didn't think it
could get much worse than this, despite all the experience she'd had
to the contrary.
          Indeed,
it was unfortunate for her that on that particular festival day, when
the whole town had been out and lining the streets, there had been a
slight breeze – and everyone had gotten a whiff of Rydia's
perfume.
          Rosa
came back to the room later, none the wiser for what had happened,
and Rydia did not want to tell her. Mortified and enraged,
Rydia put on her bedclothes and turned in for the night.

* * *

She awoke later to find a strange rubbing sensation on her chest
and a tightness around her tender breasts. When she opened her eyes
she let out a terrific scream.
          There,
leaning over her, was a man she didn't know with his hands on her
breasts, squeezing them together like a cushion over his erect penis,
which he thrust backwards and forwards – he was using her
sleeping body to give himself a tit-fuck! And from the look of
ecstasy on his face he was clearly feeling the
pleasure...
          From
her defenceless body!
          When
the scream died away, Rydia's mouth hung open mutely and her eyes
were wide; she was too shocked to say anything, momentarily stunned
by the waking sight of a man's one-eyed trouser bandit rubbing like a
piston against the voluptuous flesh of her bosom. Her negligée
was bundled up above her nipples – he hadn't even taken the
time to remove it.
          “Wha...?”
was all she could manage through her slack-jawed horror. She could
only stare at the tip of the man's penis as it advanced and retreated
under her nose, hypnotically drawing her gaze with a feeling of
dreadful inevitability.
          “What
are you doing?” she whimpered. “What's going
on?”
          But
even as she said it she was starting to see the glossy dribble of
male ejaculate that ran up her cleavage to the end of her vision and
the stains on her flimsy green negligée, and she realised with
terrifying clarity that he hadn't been the first.
          And
then she saw them standing around, even as she lay in bed, their
cocks in hand, jerking off to the sight of her sleeping body... no,
it was the smell, wasn't it? They were drawn to the smell of her
perfume!
          “Nooo,
don't cum on me!” was all she could manage, which had the exact
opposite desired effect on the man who was tit-fucking her, whose
face was already screwed up in concentration and had gone red with
the pressure of holding it in – and Rydia smelt what was going
to happen an instant before she saw it.
          A
jet of semen sprayed out from between her breasts and slapped into
her face with velocity. It sprayed up her cheek and splattered back
down onto her heaving chest; the second spray he released stained her
collarbone and trickled down the side of her neck, causing her to
shudder with revulsion.
          “Nooo!
I said not to!” she sobbed, even as she realised that this was
exactly what was going to happen, that they were going to spray her
one by one and then just leave as if nothing had happened. And sure
enough, the man was getting up to leave, wiping his messy cock on her
negligée as he withdrew from her creamy
valley.
          “Rosa!”
she cried, turning to the bed on her right. “Rosa, help
me!”
          But
the blond girl's bed was empty and she was nowhere to be seen. She
had left her bow and arrow by the bedstand, which meant that she
hadn't gone far.
          (In
fact, Rosa was at that moment bent over a rose bush being pummelled
from behind by an enthusiastic Kain, who was showing her a novel way
to pass the time. They had been at this sort of thing for years now,
so it wasn't such a big deal.)
          The
next man was lining up for a tit-fuck and Rydia had had enough. She
sat up in bed and swung her legs over the side, and the man leaning
in to her backed off immediately. They all took a step back, but did
not stop stroking their love-sticks for a second.
          Rydia's
first thought was to flee that place, even if she was only dressed in
a cummy negligée. She would find Edge and Kain and they would
deal with these... these...
          Meanies!
          She
had a pair of green fluffy slippers that she kept at her bedside at
night – just in case she had to get up for a glass of water in
the night – and she slipped her feet into them. However, when
she put her foot down, it hit its destination with an unpleasant
squelch. Underfoot, she felt like she had stepped in
something.
          She
rook her right foot out of the slipper and saw in the moonlight that
her naked foot was covered in cum.
          “Eww!
Yuck!” she moaned, realising that they had cum in her
shoes.
          Taking
to her bare feet, she started to run from the room – and they
were all following. So too did the smell of male arousal, that
disgusting, suffocating stench that filled her nostrils. And her
perfume, too, of course,which now smelt as bad as semen to her. She
had to wash it off, and finally shake these sick
perverts!
          “Edge!
Kain!” she cried as she burst into the boys' room, not caring
if they were naked or making love. To her dismay, the room was empty;
the ninja and dragoon were nowhere to be seen.
          Footsteps
were following her. She couldn't escape back the way she had come.
Luckily, the boys' room was on the ground floor, so she opened the
window and leapt out into the night air.
          She
was confronted by a small crowd of men gathering outside the inn.
With one look at her (or smell) they individually whipped out their
little brothers and started to masturbate over her
body.
          Rydia
screamed and ran, negligée billowing in the wind. She had to
get out of this village before she ended up in a pit somewhere being
showered as the village cum target! It was like a game of darts, and
she was the dartboard! And instead of darts, they were shooting at
her with...
          Unexpectedly,
from her right, a villager stepped out of the shadows and came
directly, point blank in the young summoner's face. The force of the
jet and her own reaction caused her to overbalance and tumble
backwards, landing heavily to face the sky. She hit her head and was
dazed for a second.
          It
started to rain. But this wasn't normal rain. Enchanted villagers
leaned out of their second-floor windows and casually sprayed their
love juices down onto Rydia's spread-eagled body. She felt the
globules hit her skin, and as the sound of running feet came upon her
she knew she was taking part in another bukkake.
          “Stop
cumming on me! I don't want this!”
          But
the men were like zombies, consumed with only one urge: to empty
their balls on Rydia's sexy body.
          They
started to splatter her all over. By the time she had the presence of
mind to cover herself with her arms, it was too late; she had already
taken a dozen sloppy shots and was well and truly
defiled.
          Her
negligee was clinging to her naked body, the fabric pinned to her
skin in several places by the warm paste. The feeling was disgusting;
she had no choice but to peel the garment off of her and deposit it,
messily, on the the ground beside her.
          The
fact that this exposed her naked body did not matter anymore. It was
too late. She had already become the village's used
tissue.
          The
summoner sat up. Powerless, naked and alone, she didn't speak a word
as five men bent over her and dribbled their fresh cum onto her face.
Why should she? She was tired, and what with one thing and another,
her rage was so cold that she couldn't even find the words to scream.
No doubt she would explode later, but for now there was only a
feeling of inevitability, like this was always going to have
happened, and there was nothing she could say or do to change that
now. Her eyes stared forward, sightlessly – furiously, and it
was only when one of her “partners” started rubbing the
cum into her porcelain skin that she gave a reaction.
          “Get
off,” she mumbled, waving them away. They fell back a few steps
as she got to her feet, eyes still staring forward, and started her
shameful walk.
          The
summoner was now walking back to the inn, the ground hard and painful
beneath her unprotected (and cummy) feet. The villagers did nothing
to stop her, just flanked her route, spraying her from the sidelines
in an obscene mockery of the previous day's parade. In fact, the
cordon was still up and she walked sadly down the middle of the
street, her admirers leaning across the barriers on either side to
get as close a shot as possible to her glistening body.
          She
ducked the cordon outside the inn and walked slowly into the
building, taking two sprays on the way. She didn't care. It didn't
make any difference now. She'd have to wash it all off anyway.

“I want to assure you that it is against this hotel's policy
to sexually abuse our guests while they sleep. Nor it is our policy
to squeeze our phalluses between our guests' soft, squishy mammaries
and release our ejaculate down their deep, welcoming crevasse. It is
also against our policy to permit members of the public to perform a
circle-jerk around our sleeping guests' half-naked, defenceless
bodies and shower them with semen. I assure you once more that our
hotel does not advocate random strangers spraying ejaculate onto the
underside of our sleeping guests' chins, their cheeks, collarbones,
down the sides of their neck, or indeed anywhere around the face or
hair area. This also applies to our guests who are awake but
unwilling to participate in any of the actions listed above, which
includes pressing your breasts together and squeezing a succession of
penises inside your valley and using the friction caused by pushing
in and out with a thrusting movement of the hips as a masturbatory
aide; using your body as a sex glove to bring about an orgasm;
ejaculating copious amounts of semen without withdrawing onto your
creamy white skin; marking you with the scent of sperm between the
navel and forehead areas against your will; using the material of
your clothing to wipe clean a penis covered in warm ejaculate; using
your clothing to absorb semen while you are still wearing it; using
an article of your clothing without your express permission. I also
want to continue to say that it is against hotel policy to use the
exposed areas of our guests' quivering, warm, naked flesh as a canvas
for any kind of art, up to and including the staining of your skin
with fresh semen. We object to the rubbing of ejaculate into the
exposed areas of your body as a means of coating it in the scent of
semen. I also want to make clear that it is not our policy to allow
anyone to release the contents of their testicles into the footwear
of any of our guests for the express purpose of making our guests
step into the semen and saturate the naked skin of their feet with
warm, sticky goo. I am further compelled to inform you that, although
it is not against hotel policy, we do take a dim view of anyone
removing any of our guests' soiled clothing from the bins and taking
them away to use as clothing for a female manikin they have dressed
in a green wig and are using in the village square as a shooting
range for male ejaculation, as has happened with the negligée
and slippers that you disposed of and still bears your scent. Also,
we disapprove of hanky-panky of any kind. Please sign this release
form.”
          “No!”
cried Rydia, sliding the ridiculous document back across the desk. A
red-faced, sweating man sat on the other side, clearly dreading the
legal ramifications of what had happened that night in his
inn.
          “They
were doing horrible things to me in my sleep! What kind of town full
of perverts is this!?”
          The
man cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brown using a
handkerchief in his left hand.
          “Well,
you are dressed a little more... exotically than any of the
ladies around here...”
          “That
is not an acceptable response,” said Rosa, sitting beside the
stricken summoner, who was crying tears of wounded pride into the
blond girl's handkerchief. “The people of this town should
learn to exercise restraint. Moreover, it is your
responsibility as innkeeper to provide an effective level of security
while we sleep unguarded at night.”
          “Can
I kill him?” thundered Kain, the blade of his lance moving
perilously closer to the innkeeper's neck. He was standing right
behind the poor man, who gulped audibly.
          “No,
Kain,” chided Rosa. “We are not going to chop anyone's
head off.”
          Kain
just grunted non-committally, which did not put the innkeeper at
ease.
          “Damn,
look out there. They're going to town on that
thing!”
          Edge
was looking of the window facing the town square, where the excited
menfolk had left the statue of Rydia as a cummy mess, her former
clothes hanging off in tatters. They danced around their idol with
their cocks out, spraying their seed at any uncovered area of the
avatar's body.
          “Edge,
get away from there!” said Rosa. “You'll get ideas.”
Unknown to Rydia, Rosa had once caught Edge after he issued a decree
in Eblan making all the palace maids dress like Rydia, and had
indulged in such an orgy of flesh that the Queen of Baron was forced
to call in the Red Wings to intervene, quelling the young King's
errant ardour.
          With
the menfolk all going crazy, she wanted to keep an eye on him. Kain
seemed to be resisting well, having gone through hypnotic suggestion
in the past, but she was not entirely convinced that Edge had not
been there the previous night, using his ninja powers to remain
unseen as he pummelled his man-meat with the rest of
them.
          “I've
never been so humiliated in my life,” Rydia said, which was not
technically true – she hadn't exactly had a great time of it
crawling like a dog through the underground city of the dwarves,
giving sexual favours in return for enough money to buy her freedom.
Still, she was embarrassed about the night before, but not as much as
she had been shocked and terrified by the deadly serious faces of the
crowd as they used her for a glorified cum rag.
          “If...
If you covered up a bit more,” stuttered the innkeeper, fearing
for his life but wanting to avoid any liability. “Then maybe
people wouldn't want to... you
know...”
          “What!?”
          “...fuck
your hot body?”
          Rydia
gave a cry of indignation. How dare he speak to her like that? She
had never felt so insulted since... since...
          “And
anyway!” she cried. “My cape's at the dry cleaner's in
Eblan, so... And what's it to you how I dress, huh? You silly...
gah!” She threw up her arms in irritation and got up from her
chair, pacing to and fro furiously. Rosa go up and put a hand on her
arm (but didn't stand too close – the younger girl still smelt
like a cumdump).
          “Calm
down, Rydia,” she advised.
          “No!”
Rydia shook Rosa's arm off. She rounded the desk towards the
innkeeper and confronted him.
          “Now
you look here you... you nasty little man! I have a right to dress
how I like, where I like, and it's not up to a bunch of... of...
perverted sickos to tell me what I can and can't do! I am not
your sex toy and I will not be used as a... a bucket for
everyone's stinky, smelly sperm! Do you underst... oh God,
no!”
          Too
late she saw what the innkeeper was doing – what he had been
doing underneath his desk throughout the whole conversation. While
his left hand had been urging them to sign the legal waiver, his
right hand had been urging his willy to give him pleasure, enough
pleasure in front of this young lady so he could...
          Rydia
was too late to shield herself as the innkeeper twisted in his chair
to face her and leant back. A jet of cum arced through the air and
splattered her right on the nose. The impact caused a small stream to
flow down each side of her nose, into the pools of her eyes and down
to her cheeks. A droplet slid to the edge of her nose and hung there,
dripping.
          She
brought her hand up, but he was away again. This time he stood up and
quickly pressed the flesh of his cock against the soft, spongy mass
of the exposed part of her right breast, staining her chest with his
cum.
          Rydia
wailed. Kain grabbed the innkeeper from behind and flung him bodily
out of the first floor window. He hit the ground seconds later with a
loud, “Oof!”.
          Rydia
turned on her heel away from the source of her assault, but when she
did, Edge was there. With ninja speed he had his erect cock out and
was standing on a stool; as she turned, Rydia's soft lips found
themselves in contact with his hard member, and with his quick
reflexes he thrust his hips forward and violated her
mouth.
          In
shock at the sudden taste that hit her tongue, Rydia instinctively
sucked in her breath through her mouth, which just served to milk his
cock. Not that he needed it, as before she even had time to properly
react he exploded inside her mouth.
          The
resultant cum burst out of her nostrils. Two sticky streams of Edge's
semen came forth to hang, string-like from her invaded face. The
slime that didn't fly up her nose or go immediately down her throat
erupted out the side of her mouth. Blinded by cum, Rydia could not
open her eyes, but withdrew from this new threat quickly; Edge's
flaccid cock slipped out of the green-haired girl's face with a messy
pop. She bent over double and spat the horrid ooze out onto the
floor, her natural gag reflex causing her to cough up the muck she
had accidentally swallowed.
          Rosa
grabbed her arm and led Rydia, nose still running with cum, out the
door of the innkeeper's office. They ran as the summoner coughed and
spluttered and wiped at her cummy face.
          Rosa
knew that Edge had succumbed to the lure of the perfume, and that was
bad. With the young ninja on their side, she had a feeling they would
come for Rydia again – and this time they would be organised.
Rosa had to protect the younger girl.
          She
led the stumbling Rydia into the bedroom they had shared the night
before to retrieve her bow. The place still stank with the
suffocating fragrance of man meat.
          As
Rosa stopped by the bed to collect her equipment, Rydia kept running
forward. Still blinded by the innkeeper's cum and panicking wildly,
Rydia broke free of Rosa's hand and crashed straight into the
wardrobe.
          The
impact dislodged the bottle of perfume that Rydia had stored there –
and she had forgotten to replace the lid properly. The vial fell onto
Rydia's head, first bouncing off her hair and dousing it with its
contents before falling straight down her cleavage, lodging itself
between her breasts upside down, spilling the entire bottle of liquid
down her body. It slid down her skin underneath her leotard, past per
navel and into the vee of her pubic area. It soaked her pubic hair
and smothered the surface of her pussy. It slid down her inner thighs
and soaked into her thigh-length boots.
          The
perfume saturated her body so completely that the smell was
overpowering.
          “Oh...
fucky biscuits!” swore Rydia, in an uncharacteristic
display of bad language. Rosa looked out of the open window. The
smell was certainly strong enough that it would definitely go
outside... and be carried on the wind.
          Two
scantily-clad young ladies, in an unfamiliar town, smothered in a
scent that literally drove men wild... and a mob not far outside who
were already in the mood for indulging their carnal
fantasies.
          “Fucky
biscuits indeed,” agreed Rosa.

They ran.
          Who
could they trust? Edge was lost to them, and with Rydia smelling this
strongly – and it was really, really strong, Rosa wouldn't be
surprised if it could be smelt a mile away and beyond – could
they really rely on Kain? How far did his stoicism go? Wasn't it more
likely that, his desire built up by Rydia's smell, he would just use
his lust to cum over Rosa? Or maybe he wouldn't, maybe he would just
attack Rydia and ignore Rosa completely, instead smothering the
younger girl with his manly spunk.
          Rosa
did not much care for that scenario at all. No, they could not trust
Kain.
          “What
are we going to do?” moaned Rydia, in a blind state of panic,
no doubt imaging all the horrible and depraved things they were going
to do to her. She'd been through a lot, and as a result her
imagination was very vivid and sickeningly twisted. If Rosa could
read her mind she'd be, quite frankly, shocked.
          Rosa
could see no other choice. She had kept back enough magic points for
one spell, just one that could save their necks in an hour of crisis
– and there was no greater crisis than an unsolicited
gangbang.
          She
held her arms aloft to the heavens and
cried,
          “Holy!”
          White
balls of light shot into the sky, illuminating the forest for miles
around. They flew ever upward, dwarfing the moon with their radiant
light and casting a divine glow on all the land.
          “What
the fluff are you doing!?” cried Rydia, shielding herself from
the glare. “They'll see us! They'll find us from miles
around!!”
          “Maybe,”
said Rosa, calmly, lowering her arms. She turned her serene eyes on
her younger ward. “But they'll be in for a surprise when they
do.”

Not too far away, the explosion of light caused the villagers to
fall back a step, interrupting their hunt. Some cowered on the
ground, crying out,
          “The
light!”
          “Skeletor!”
          “Apocalypse!”
          But
one, who had squinted his eyes against the light, pointed. “Look!”
he said as the trail of white light started to fade. “It came
from over there!”
          Quickly,
they resumed the pace and followed the man who had seen the way,
eager to catch their prey. With many a grunt and an agitated gasp,
the sexually aroused men closed in on the girls' position.

“Rosa, they're here!” cried Rydia, grabbing onto the
blond girl's arm as they were surrounded on all sides by the
villagers.
          They
approached, cautiously.
          Rosa
cast her eyes to the skies. “Come on, come on...”

Just over the horizon, the Captain saw the explosion of holy light
with his binoculars, and followed the trail back to its
source.
          He
turned back to his fellows. “That's the warning signal. There's
trouble ahead!”
          The
men nearby gasped. “What do we do!? What do we
do!?”
          The
Captain tightened his collar and stood up straight, confronting his
men with an air of military authority. “I'll tell you what
we're not going to do. We're not going to let our Queen fall prey to
bandits or worse!
          “Red
Wings... attack!”

From between the trees came the sound of moans, uninhibited in the
night. The two girls cradled each other on their knees as the men
approached.
          “They're
like zombies!” cried Rydia as she saw villagers on all sides,
shambling forwards with their willies pointing directly at her. She
tried to shift her weight, but however she adjusted her position, the
love antennas were forever pointing at her.
          “No...”
sobbed Rydia. “They're gonna cum on me
again...”
          “Don't
lose hope!” cried Rosa, starting to do just that. “They're
a little late, but they'll be here.”
          Rydia
looked up at her. “Who?” she asked through the
tears.
          Rosa
smiled. “An army, Rydia. Our army.”
          Rydia
nodded her head and sniffed. “An army,” she said,
watching the villagers get ever closer. They were approaching
cautiously, taking care not to fall over, what with their balance
being affected by one-handing pumping.
          She
turned to Rosa again and asked, “Would that happen to be an
army... of men?”

The Captain looked down on the forest below from his favourite
position, next the poster that said, 'A woman's place is in the
kitchen; We don't accept women in the Red Wings.'
          “What's
happening down there, Captain?” asked one of the
men.
          The
main man squinted. “I see some kind of gathering... maybe
that's...” He stopped a second, and sniffed.
          He
sniffed again.
          He
turned to the men. “What's that smell?”

“Why are they just hovering there!?” screamed
Rydia as another cock was slapped against her face. This one left a
gooey imprint that stretched from her cheek to the end of the
foul-smelling implement, that was now being pumped backwards and
forwards about three inches from her face. She was surrounded by so
many erect willies that she half-thought that she wasn't in this
forest at all, but had accidentally wandered into a fully-stocked
salami shop.
          Unfortunately,
Rydia quite liked salami, but she wasn't as fond of
cocks.
          Rosa
tried to answer but there was a dick in her mouth. Actually, there
were two: the first had slipped in entirely by accident when Rydia
had dodged, suddenly. Rosa had looked on in absolute shock as the
first man to reach her friend had grabbed a handful of green hair and
wrapped it around his cock several times so she couldn't pull herself
free, and had stared in open-mouthed horror – at which point
Rydia had swung to the side to avoid a thrusting willy and it had
plopped directly into the blond haired girl's mouth. The second love
stick was in Rosa's mouth because Rydia was having to deal with so
many dicks that there was no way for anyone else to get to her, and
the man in question had just buried himself in the nearest hole,
which happened to be in Rosa's face. The fact that it was already
being used didn't seem to bother the cock's owner – it was just
something for him to use until he could get at
Rydia.
          “Mmgfm,”
said Rosa, because there was nothing else to say.
          As
a white mage, her first thought had not been to do something...
drastic to the cocks in her mouth, as it would a normal lady.
She wasn't sucking them, but she wasn't exactly biting
either.
          Saliva
filled her mouth as she resisted the urge to bring her tongue up. She
didn't want to taste anything that was in her mouth right now. She
could see one of the men getting far too overexcited, and she wished,
for a split-second, that someone would cum over Rydia to clear a
space so these men could jump in and do her instead.
          She
immediately felt bad about this. As a result, when he came in her
mouth, she felt she had deserved it. The sickening taste of salty goo
was a just reward for her disloyalty to her besieged
friend.
          Rydia
was besieged by cock. They were everywhere – stabbing, poking,
thrusting... slapping. They kept cock-slapping her, right in
the face. They were bouncing themselves off each of her tits, and not
just the flesh that was exposed either – they were fairly
whacking her on the nipples, as if they were trying to hammer in a
tent peg. She could feel them doing her underarms, and she
could tell that her hair was a mess already. It seemed like such a
waste to have spent all that time trying to style
it.
          Earlier
that night, when she had woken up, she had felt they were just using
her body – now they seemed to be worshipping it. They
weren't even trying to hump her, they were just doing everything they
could think of to make contact with her flesh, or hair, and to dirty
her with their seed.
          And
they were getting creative. She wasn't even on the ground anymore,
she was being held aloft by a sea of bodies. Underneath her, some guy
had pushed her ass cheeks together and was giving himself a cheek
job. She could tell it was only a matter of time before he
accidentally caught himself on her anus and then the next thing you
know, he'd be pumping up and down inside her ass, giving her the full
backdoor workout.
          She
couldn't count how many cocks were thrusting in and out of her vision
at any given moment; the sea of coming and going truncheons was
making her eyes swim. She wasn't following it at all. The one thing
she could do was feel. She felt her hands being forceably
closed over two (or more) cocks and having her wrists shaken like
rattles, giving pleasure to these men she didn't even know. When they
came inside her closed fists, they would withdraw and immediately be
replaced by yet another enthusiastic lover, keen to exercise his love
muscle with any part of her sexy body.
          She
felt a cock bounce off her right nipple and then, its journey
complete, it was thrust underneath the lip of her leotard and
released its sticky juice into the inside of her right cup.
The other cocks, thinking this was a good idea, started spraying
themselves all over her breasts, until the inside of her leotard felt
warm and gooey, like she was melting on the inside. The semen of many
men pooled inside the cups and she could feel it creeping around next
to her skin as she was jiggled this way and that, a sex-aide for the
possessed.
          When
she felt the cum coating the underside of her breasts, she took the
decision to take out her tits.
          This
in itself was a complicated manoeuvre, what with every part of her
body being used as some kind of cum towel, but when she final managed
to whip 'em out, they bounced merrily for a good few seconds and
brought pleasure to dozens. They were amazing tits.
          Rosa
was having a different kind of experience. The only exposure to the
perfume she had had was being close to Rydia, so the men were less
interested in shooting her with their cum. She was the supporting
act. The waiting room. The practice dummy. They weren't going to
waste their inventive techniques on this blond
understudy.
          They
were fucking her on the ground with reckless abandon, each and every
one of them looking at Rydia all the while. As the white mage panted
and moaned and dribbled cum from her lubricated mouth, they weren't
even paying attention to her madly swinging titties, her alluringly
dishevelled hair or her face, which was screwed up in a mixture of
humiliation and guilty pleasure; Rosa was no whore, but she had
always enjoyed her sex, and Cecil had always been able to drive her
to a drooling, simpering mound of quivering flesh that would scream
in ecstasy at the point of orgasm.
          Rosa
wasn't quite having as much fun as that, but she was feeling a kind
of raw, animalistic pleasure that had her craving for more. It didn't
feel right, and she knew it was wrong. Something was happening to
her, and she realised, with the fading fragments of her rational
mind, that it was Rydia's perfume that was driving her insane like
the men. Only, she wasn't after Rydia, was she?
          A
gap opened in the throng of men and Rosa caught a glimpse of the
younger girl. Her green hair was piled on her head unnaturally, where
it had been – and was being – pulled in all directions by
entangled cocks, and there was semen dripping from her scalp. The
light layer of makeup she had put on prior to confronting the
innkeeper was starting to run – the mascara ran down her cheeks
like tears. Her tits were out, and bouncing – they rippled with
every bounce, and as she was pulled to this side and that, they
jiggled in opposite directions, giving a very comical and highly
erotic puppet show.
          Although
they had not gone so far as to slip inside her pussy – and were
not, in fact, using her mouth – she was being ass-raped from
behind, and her mouth let out a little moan with each penetrating
thrust.
          This
after only two minutes. Rosa felt her heart leap at the sight, and
felt the sudden urge to dive for Rydia's body and lick every inch of
cum and sweat and dripping mascara from her body and then wait until
she was dirtied once more and go back to work, licking, sucking,
slurping...
          The
blond girl's mind fell away as she gave in to the
pleasure.
          Then
the rain started to fall.

“Oh YES!” cried the Captain. “YES! YES!!”

Rydia felt a glob of cum splatter against her forehead, and looked
up. From the feel, it had fallen from a great height.
          “Oh
nooo...” she began, as the Red Wings started to cum on
her.
          She
could see them standing on the edge of the deck of each ship, all
lined up with their willies out and pounding away furiously at the
sight of Rydia. They couldn't see much from up there, but they sure
as Hell could smell something.
          “Ba~ha~mut~,”
she wept as she was gobbed on from on high, wishing she could call on
a nice, opportune Mega Flare to smite all of the Red Wings and
their perverted little hobbies. But then she remembered that Bahamut
was male, and her mind made certain somersaults that would make even
the most deranged of sexual deviants reach for the
bucket.
          She
was sick of being a cumdump... but destiny, as usual, seemed to have
other ideas.

Twenty minutes later, and Rosa had her tongue down Rydia's
cleavage, lapping up the collected human effluence with puppy dog
enthusiasm. She had her fingers inside Rydia and was pumping,
kneading with some skill, sending the younger girl into wails of
dismay and hastily-concealed sexual pleasure.
          They
were both naked now and writhing on the ground. Still they were
surrounded, around and above, and theirs was not a private
lovemaking. In fact, Rydia didn't want to be a part of it at all, but
she'd soon realised that trying to reason with the possessed Rosa was
futile, and could at least use her body as a partial
cum-shield.
          She
didn't feel guilty either. The traitor!
          Rosa
was ravenous and dripping with cum of several dozen men, who just
kept coming back for more. They weren't touching the girls' bodies
anymore, but had formed a circle-jerk around their naked flesh,
staining their living canvas with artistic fervour. More still rained
from the sky, but Rydia couldn't really see this, her eyes being
caked shut by layers of semen on her face – Rosa hadn't gotten
round to licking that part of her clean, yet.
          The
green-haired girl shuddered as Rosa clamped her mouth down over her
right nipple and sucked up the cum that was covering it, swallowing
it for good measure. While she was there, she started to nibble on
the nub, sending Rydia into convulsions as the unwanted lightning
danced through her body. She was not enjoying this, but her
body didn't seem to want to agree.           “Uh!”
she moaned as Rosa's wedding ring flicked her clit.
          The
white mage abandoned the green-haired girl's breast and dived for her
mouth, wrapping her own around it and kissing her passionately –
if one-sidedly. She thrust her tongue into her horrified friend's
mouth and twined it around Rydia's own, hungrily devouring
it.
          Rydia
could only moan, “Mmfh! Mmugh!” as Rosa started to eat
her face, which only served to spur her on. Rydia was now too weary
and bone-tired to push her off and had to lie there and take it as
Rosa rubbed their nipples together in onanistic fervour, pushing
herself forwards and backwards on top of Rydia's naked
body.
          “Oh,
you slut...” breathed Rosa. “You filthy, dirty
slut!”
          The
teenage girl would have taken umbrage, but she was simply so drained
and exhausted that she could no longer hear her crazed companion's
ramblings. She started to feel woozy, and passed out.

And then he came. Stalking through the forest like a predator,
armour gleaming in the moonlight, Kain approached the scene of
perversion and made his presence known. With a single thrust of his
arm he sent his lance shooting through the air. It smacked into a
tree where all the men were performing and sliced all the way through
it with an explosion of wood shavings and a sickening crack. The tree
fell, hanging in the air improbably for a second before inevitably
crashing to the ground below.
          Men
dived out the way, and got the message; they abandoned their creamy
love puppets and turned and ran for their lives.
          Kain
stalked to the scene and retrieved his lance. He glowered at the
retreating villagers, considering whether or not to cut them down
from this distance. Grudgingly, he decided to leave them and moved to
the girls.
          They
were in a pitiful state. He felt disgust – Rosa and the little
girl had been abused like disposable playthings, and his Rosa seemed
to have been broken by her ordeal. She was still rubbing Rydia's
vagina and had forced the green-haired girl's limp hand into a fist,
which she was shoving into her own pussy, apparently getting off on
the sensation. She was moaning softly, but seemed almost dead to the
world – to Kain she barely seemed conscious.
          “Come
on,” he growled, extending his hand. “We have to
go.”
          Rosa
spent an age looking at his hand before raising her head to look him
in the face. She smiled a lunatic smile.
          “Oh,
Kain,” she slurred through exhausted lips. “Come down and
fuck me. Bend me over and fuck me like you always do!”
          “You
are possessed,” he declared, with some authority. “You
must break free, Rosa, like I did when Golbez had me. There's a
stream down the way. You can wash off the grime and come home with
me.”
          “What
about Rydia? Can I wash her off,
too?”
          “Yes.”
          “Can
I spank her little ass and hump her
brainless?”
          “No.”
          “What
about you, Kain? Will you fuck me right here and now?”
          Kain
hesitated for a second. He was feeling aroused for some reason, and
the thought of making violent love to Rosa on top of the little
girl's naked, sleeping body appealed to some darker side of him, a
side that he had been taught to appreciate.
          In
the end, he knew it was a stupid idea. “Come on, Rosa,”
he said, gripping her arm.
          “No!”
she cried as she was dragged a little along the ground, causing
Rydia's fist to pop out of her pussy. “No, Kain! Please do me!
Please! I need it!”
          “You
are not yourself! ...What is that?” he growled, as long spurts
of rain continued to fall. A drop hit his nice, gleaming armour and
left behind a white stain.
          This
wasn't rain. And on such a clear night? Kain looked up and saw large
shapes hovering in the air.
          “What
is that?” he said. Rosa smiled.
          “That's
the Red Wings. They've been cumming on us for a while now,
“she said, in an accusing tone.
          Kain
felt his rage flare again. “The Red Wings? The Red
Wings!?
          “This
ends. Now.”
          And
he jumped.

The Captain was feeling a bit of cock burn, but apart from that
was quite happy to keep going. The men underneath had all cleared
away for some reason, but he and his men could all see the Queen
writhing on top of her slutty maid in the moonlight.
          “Look
at those tits!” gasped one of his men. “I have to hit
those tits!”
          The
Queen was lying spread-eagled now, looking up at
them.
          “Look!
She wants it! I'm totally gonna...”
          Their
playful chitchat was interrupted as the airship next to theirs
exploded. It exploded upwards from a ground-based impact and flew up
higher into orbit. Men screamed and fell off the crumbling deck,
still willy-wanking as they fell to earth; and through the centre of
the ship and out the top flew...
          “Commander
Kain!!” the Captain said, as the dragoon flew above the
wreckage of the airship, lance outstretched, having sliced through
the entire vehicle with one jump.
          The
Captain looked on in mute horror as Kain ended his upward journey and
started to fall.
          He
chose to fall on the Captain's airship.
          “Aband...”
was all he could get out as the dragoon landed, gracefully, onto the
deck next to him. On to and not through it, which made
the Captain very relieved.
          His
relief didn't last long. “What the hell do you think you're
doing!?” Kain shouted, grabbing the Captain by his lapel and
hanging him over the edge of the ship, where he could enjoy scenic
views of the surrounding countryside as he fell to his
death.
          “L...
Let me explain!” he began.
          And
he did.

“Woss goin' on,” mumbled Rydia as she fell back into
consciousness. Rosa had stopped making love to her and the two girls
were alone in the clearing. Rosa was staring up into the
sky.
          “Rosa?”
she said, but Rosa kept looking up as she responded.
          “It's
Kain,” she said, her own speech a little slurred. “I
think he's come to rescue us.”
          Rydia
stretched, naked on the muddy ground. “'Bout time,” she
said.
          She
looked down at her body and saw less cum on it than she was
expecting. She remembered being saturated in the stuff, and all she
could see now were the slimy after-trails where most of the semen had
been washed off, though not all of it. She looked up at Rosa's chin,
where strings of man-glue were hanging down, and
remembered.
          “Rosa,
did you lick me clean?”
          Still
looking at the airship, Rosa nodded. “I did. I wasn't quite
myself. My head's clearing now. I think it was the
perfume.”
          Rydia
shifted her body – it was well-oiled and gleamed in the
moonlight. Still lying on the ground, she rested her head on her arm
and looked up at the sky. She couldn't make out what was going on, so
asked.
          “Kain's
on the lead ship. He's hanging the Captain off the side of the
ship.”
          “What
are those screams?”
          “That's
the other ship. Kain blew that one
up.”
          “Good.”
          Rosa
let this comment pass. “The Captain's talking with Kain... but,
wait, Kain's pulled the Captain back on board. They're talking some
more. The Captain's cowering in front of Kain...”
          “Ha!
Serves him right.”
          “Wait,
now the Captain's on his feet, and he's moving back to the edge of
the ship... so are all the men... and so's Kain. Why's Kain... oh,
no.”
          “Oh
God! They're gonna cum on us again, aren't they!?”
          Rosa
looked back at the younger girl with a sad expression on her
cum-stained face. “Yes, Rydia. They're going to cum on us
again.”

Shortly after the Red Wings resumed their covering fire, the
villagers returned to the clearing to resume their point-blank
shooting. This time they were more adventurous, and while they ground
Rosa down on the floor, they had Rydia every which way, the two
girls' cries echoing for miles around until dawn.

++ END OF PART 1 ++
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