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Disclaimer: I do not own the Final Fantasy series, but if I did there'd be a lot more sex. Also, any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is actually a work of fiction. I make no profit from

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Drive-By Shooting
�I'm not crying, it's just been raining

On my face.�

- Flight of the Conchords
It wasn't going to end with the clearing in the forest, and in their fatigue-addled minds the girls knew that. So it was that, rather than let them rest where they lay, the defeated heroines were dragged to their feet and forced to march back into town, naked.

          By the time they arrived it was just past dawn. Rosa and Rydia staggered, half-dead with exhaustion, down the main street. There, the street was lined on either side with all the inhabitants of the village who cheered and jeered as the disgraced foreigners were marched in another distorted parody of the previous day's parade. A lump of confetti was thrown at Rosa and it stuck to her sticky, sweaty body, still dirty and stinking from the night's activities. She swayed at the impact and bumped into Rydia's naked body � with which she was now more than a little bit familiar. The two girls got their limbs tangled and fell, bodily, to the ground. As they writhed in the mud, they were showered in multi-coloured confetti to the mocking laughter of the assembled villagers. Her head finding the comfort of Rydia's soft and ample bosom, Rosa attempted to fall asleep, but was grabbed roughly from behind and forced to her feet.

          She wanted nothing more than to sleep, to recover her strength, but every time she fell there was someone to pick her up and force her ever onward on their march.

          Where were they going? She couldn't tell. She couldn't even feel embarrassed that her naked body was being seen by a hundred random strangers, or that she was smothered in the collected semen of a large group of men, that was now hardening in the warm summer sun into a crusty layer of shame. Rosa, Queen of Baron, could only shamble forward uncaring as the confetti parade continued around her.

          Rydia felt much the same, except she was also coping with the guilt of this all having been her fault for buying the perfume in the first place, added to the shame of being sexually molested by her friend Rosa. She was humiliated by that even more than getting humped by a gang of men in an unsolicited orgy � which had become something of a routine lately in her young life. Having Rosa run her tongue over every part of her body � even up her... ugh � had just felt weird. Having a cock thrust up her was exhausting, but having a girl rub her naked body over her own?

          Uncomfortable. To say the least.

          And, unlike Rosa, she was aware of what was going on around her. She tried to cover up her titties with her arm, but it was no use � everyone could see her from every angle. She was mortified to discover that she recognised some of the faces in the crowd, and was sure that she would get to know them many more times over the coming days.

          Her eyes widened as she came across the man who had committed the first drive-by shooting the day before. Rather than crying tears of shame, he was now pumping himself up and down with way, way too much enthusiasm. As Rydia stopped in front of him

(to punch him, to throttle him � she wasn't even sure)

he leaned over the cordon separating the crowd from the �exhibits� and aimed his winky directly at her nude, sweaty body.

          His cum slapped against Rydia's belly. She didn't even blink. A second jet hit her just between the breasts, and still she just stared.

          In fact, she glared. Through tired and red-rimmed eyes she looked her attacker right in the face... and his smile rapidly disappeared.

          He swallowed nervously, unable to tear his eyes away from the very angry and � unknown to him � very dangerous young lady in front of him.

          I'm going to get you, her eyes said.

          Uh oh, his replied.

          She was ushered on by one of her keepers, breasts wobbling as she resumed her march down the street. Tears of humiliation had started to form in the corner of her eyes and they ran down her reddened cheeks. She was being paraded as some kind of public convenience, and she didn't like to think about what was going to happen next.

          More confetti rained down on her as the villagers celebrated their new acquisition.

          They marched into the public square. It didn't escape Rydia's attention that the manakin she had seen the villagers playing with the previous day � the one that had been wearing her cum-stained negligee � was now lying in pieces surrounded by the shredded remains of her (quite expensive and tailor-made to fit her curves) nighty. The sexy, green-haired girl, standing naked and glistening in the hot, summer sun could tell at a glance what had happened: the manakin, unable to withstand the repeated and frenzied love-making, had broken, and at the same time the green negligee had been so soaked with cum that it had ripped under the ecstasy-fuelled ministrations of many men.

          In short, it had been fucked to death.

          The summoner knew she was more robust than a clothing manakin... but would she be glad of that tomorrow?

          �We're here,� said one of the men.
And that was how they ended up in the wine cellar underneath the town courthouse, hastily converted into a makeshift dungeon. They weren't given any new clothes, but thankfully it was the height of summer and they were warm enough as it was. Rosa shivered anyway, with exhaustion, and without any further words the girls lay down on the ground and slept � at opposite ends of the room. Rydia was concerned about further molestation, but Rosa was too tired to jump her hot little friend.

          They dozed, if anything, and not for long. All too soon they came back to consciousness, still tired, awoken by deep-seated fears for the future and the rising hubbub of noise above the ceiling. Rydia lay on her back, looking up and trying to work out what was happening above, but she couldn't make out any individual voices no matter how hard she strained to hear.
          Rosa was trying not to stare at Rydia's tidy thatch of green pubic hair. She was thinking of the meditation lessons she had learned under the white mages of Baron during her training, but could only imagine them naked under their robes � which was ridiculous, because of course they were naked under their robes and she couldn't see anything anyway. She was having a lot of trouble calming down.

          They'd had a little sleep, but not enough. Certainly nowhere near enough to refresh their MP so they could use magic to free themselves. Right now they were just two sexy ladies, naked and imprisoned in the town courthouse.

          Rosa was trying very hard to forget what had happened between her and Rydia the previous night. She hadn't mentioned it to the big-breasted, teenage girl and wanted nothing more than to think of something else. So she applied herself to contemplating their situation.

          Rosa had half-believed that they would let her and Rydia go after the men had all been spent, but there was always the niggling feeling of danger in the back of her mind, and it had a name. That name was Edge.

          Edge was potentially dangerous. She knew he was a brilliant, if slightly perverted, Ninja King, and she had an idea that he would have devised all sorts of lovely uses for the two girls. And it wouldn't have taken him much effort to become the ringleader in this possessed little village.

          She just knew he was in charge now. He would be giving all the villagers all kinds of ideas.

          �Come to think of it,� she said, and Rydia started, roused from her own thoughts. �You never told me why you were banned from using eidolons.�

          The summoner's cheeks reddened for a second, and when she answered she couldn't look Rosa in the eye.

          �I... fucked Chocobo.�

          �Oh, Rydia...�

          �...with a dildo.�

          �What?�

          �Well, I'd been drinking some wine, even though I'm not supposed to, and I got a bit squiffy, but it turned out it wasn't proper wine, it was Bacchus's Wine, and I went Berserk and fucked my Chocobo,� she said in a rush. Her face was crimson with embarrassment and her chest rose and fell with each gulping breath. �And I did some other things I'm not proud of. Whyt took advantage of me. Whored me out for biscuits. I made a lot of biscuits.� She mumbled this last line so quietly that Rosa could barely hear, but she did hear. She heard it all. She was too nice to say that Rydia was a natural whore... but, well, the evidence...

          �I'm sure,� she began slowly. �I'm sure it wasn't your fault.�

          �Leviathan was pissed. I mean, I think he was more angry at them for letting me have the gangbang, but when I used Tozoa...�

          �Who's Tozoa?�

          �You do not want to know. Trust me. It's a long story and I don't want to ever tell it.�

          The younger girl went silent, and hung her head so that her hair covered her face. Rosa looked at her for a long second, processing what she had just said. Why would you screw a chocobo with a dildo, even if you were Berserk? Rosa had been Berserk before, and she'd never even come close to...

          Something more disturbing: Rosa was falling under the lure of the perfume. The look of Rydia, with her pert young body and full, luxurious, almost waist-length hair, sitting naked and looking so defenceless, was starting to arouse her. It was starting to arouse her a lot. In fact, Rosa was finding it hard to keep her lust in check.

          �What... what do you think's going to happen to us?� said Rydia, timidly, in a small voice that gave Rosa a stab of orgasmic joy. She was losing it again.

          �I'm not sure. We can't... lose hope. We've got to... stick together...� said Rosa, breathlessly, fighting the urge to touch herself... but then, wouldn't that stop her jumping Rydia? Wouldn't it actually be better to frig herself in front of...

          Wait a minute... that's it! She could have her cake and eat it too!

          �You know... Rydia...� she purred, pulling herself up to her knees and crawling along the ground towards her cake. �We need to keep a clear head...�

          Rydia sighed and rubbed her eyes. �I know, I just need to sleep and... I can't. I'm just too worried.�

          Rosa edged closer. �And we have another problem, because I'm about to do you right here and now...�

          �Well, that's... wait, aah! What are you doing!?� Rydia saw the blond-haired girl's lust-filled eyes and drew herself up into an upright foetal position. �Not again, Rosa! I don't want to do this again, it's freakin' weird!�

          Rydia flinched as Rosa's fingers caressed her leg. �Exactly, Rydia. The last thing we need is for us to lose our minds. So there's only one thing for it.�

          �Yes?� said Rydia, unenthusiastically, peeking from behind her crossed arms.

          Rosa leaned in to the younger girl's ear and pushed aside some of her hair. When she spoke, Rydia could feel her breath on the exposed skin.

          �You've got to make love to me.�

          Rydia turned to face her. �Not a chance. You get back to your side of the room.�

          �But if you don't...� said Rosa, seductively stroking Rydia's shoulder. �I'm just gonna jump you anyway when you're asleep. So, to keep a clear head, and to let us think of a way to get out of here, I think our best bet is for you to to satisfy... my biological urges.�

          The green-haired girl groaned. �Really? Is this really the best way to pass the time?�

          Rosa chuckled, softly, revelling in the feel of Rydia's warm skin to her touch. She pressed her stomach against Rydia's arm, the touch exciting her. She wanted more of this girl's body. Yesterday she had taken her under the stares of a dozen different men... but now it was just the two of them, alone and naked in a cozy room, in what might be their last day together. She wanted no secrets between them. A slight brushing of her nipple against Rydia's skin made her crave her willing touch all the more.

          Yes... for Rydia to make love to her of her own free will... that would be the best.

          �I can see why they want you. I want to make you into my sex slave.� Rydia cringed and at her possessed friend's rantings. �I want to see you wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a collar. And I'd make you my dog � you'd make sure a good dog, Rydia, I'd take you out for walks in the city and you cold crawl in the mud on all fours while all the men would fuck you again and again and... oh God, give it to me, Rydia! Just fuck my ever-living brains out!�

          �What the...!?�

          �I thought I could resist but I can't! You're just too much of a sexy whore!�

          �Rosa, you have to resist! ...What do you mean, a whore? I'm not a whore!�

          �You are a whore! Why else would you dress like a slut?�

          �I do not...! ...and, you're one to talk, Miss Corset and Stockings...!�

          �Just do me and get it over with!�

          �Aww, man... do I have to?�

          Rosa was now lying back and writhing in front of her. Rydia looked down at this naked and attractive lady and felt nothing, except a desire to shut her up. She wanted to cast Sleep but seeing as she couldn't, she would just have to make lesbian love to her.

          She sighed. Why me? she thought.

          �OK, fine. So.. how do I... Whoa!�

          Rosa wrapped her shapely legs around Rydia's torso and � with surprising strength � dragged her down to the ground. Rydia adjusted herself so she was lying directly on top of the blond-haired girl, with the legs wrapped around her waist.

          Rosa squirmed and panted below her. �Do me...� her eyes seemed to scream as her head fell back with anticipation; Rydia could feel her heartbeat pounding in her heaving chest and knew that she was meant to be doing something here. But...

          �Rosa, I haven't a clue what I'm doing. I've never had sex with a woman before... consensually. So, should I... I dunno... pump up and down on you, or...?�

          Rosa looked at her, incredulously. �I don't know, I've never had sex with a woman either!�

          �Tell that to the me last night,� Rydia grumbled, looking at the older girl's body for something to do. �How about your... thingy. Should I touch your thingy?�

          �That doesn't mean anything, Rydia! What's a thingy?� She was starting to get a bit annoyed now, as this wasn't nearly as sexy as she'd imagined.

          Rydia was irritated, too. �This thingy here...�

          �Oh God!!� screamed Rosa. �Yes! Please touch that thingy!! Please rub me more!!�

          �OK, then, I'll do this. I've had someone do this to me before and it wasn't bad. I grew up in Phantom World, you know. I never had any sex education. The only sex ed I had was when Leviathan stuck his tentacle right up...�

          �Rydia!! Harder! Use more fingers!!�

          Rydia sighed. �Rosa, I'm getting bored. No, don't touch me there, I'm not into that! Honestly, Rosa, you've got to learn to resist this.�

          �Maybe... uh! Maybe... Uhh! ...if you didn't dress so... provocatively...�

          �Oh, not you, too! You're as bad as that innkeeper!�

          �Oh, don't exaggerate! I never came in your face!�

          �You're so crude when you're horny. I'm gonna tell Cecil.�

          �Oh, don't think he doesn't know!�

          �...What?�

          �Nothing.�

          �...Right. Can I stop now?�

          �Just... keep going! I need it... I need you to lick me!�

          �Not a chance!�

          �Just bury your face in my...!�

          �No way! This is as far as I'm going. I'm already mortified. I don't think I'll be able to look myself in the face in the morning. When can I stop?�

          �When I tell you to st... Ohh, yes!! Uhh!! You fucking whore! You sexy fuck...�

          �Language, Rosa! That is completely inappropriate! I expect a proper apology when you stop being such a crazy bitch. And by 'apology' I do not mean cunnilingus.�

          �Yes! Yes!! Uhh! YES!!�

          �Which is a word I heard once, I don't know what it means.�

          �Aaahhnn!!�

          �Apparently it tastes funny.�

          �Oh God, yes! Yes!! YES!!!�

          With a last, titanic gasp for breath, Rosa's entire body convulsed with the climax and then sank to the ground, her spirit and her lust spent.

          They sat there in silence for a good while longer, the only sounds in that room being the indistinct voices from upstairs and the diminishing gasps from Rosa, struck dumb by the incredible, perfume-induced orgasm that had flushed out her mind.

          After a few minutes of deep reflection, Rydia spoke.

          �Do you know,� she said. �That I don't think I've ever had consensual sex before?�
* * *
          �Come on, Chocobo! Take it like a bitch!�

          �Wark! Wark wark!�

          �Oh, I'm a bad girl! I'm a bad, bad girl...�
Rydia awoke with a start, gasping with the sound of chocobo shrieks ringing in her ears. Her naked body was sheaved in sweat, her brow dripping from the fragmented, nightmarish memory that had haunted her all-too-short spell of sleep.

          Such was the force with which she had sat up and was now gulping in air, that she woke Rosa, too, and both girls stared at each other, eyes wide from across the room (where Rydia had fled after screwing Rosa to sleep), the fog of sleep still hanging over them.

          The moment of panic subsided, leaving both girls suddenly aware that there was something different about the room.

          �Hey guys,� said Edge. �No no, don't get up.�

          Rydia grabbed a metal crowbar and hurled it at the ninja's head. He ducked aside at the last moment as it clattered noisily against the stone wall, and skipped back as she rose to a nearby wine rack and flung bottles of beer at his face.

          �Hey, hey, I said not to get up!�

          �I'm going to kill you!� snarled Rydia, looking for more things to throw.

          �And not to do that either! And why me? What did I do?�

          �You came in my mouth!!�

          �Well, I wasn't the first. Anyway...� he said as Rydia gave a banshee screech and resumed hurling everything to hand � all of which he dodged effortlessly. �...we have things to talk about and this conversation would go a lot easier if you stopped throwing stuff at my head! ...Ah, good, you've stopped.�

          �I've run out of things to throw!� cried Rydia, fists clenched and shoulders heaving with unbridled fury. Rosa got up and stood next to Rydia, a placating presence. She draped an old curtain around her to preserve some semblance of decency; Rydia had no such thoughts, wobbling in naked rage.

          �What are you planning, Edge?� the white mage asked, coolly, and the ninja bowed in mock salute as she spoke.

          �Thank you! The voice of reason. You see, Rydia, you could learn something from... ah, OK, I'd better shut up there. The reason I'm here is very simple: I'm the mayor.�

          �What,� said Rydia flatly.

          �I'm the mayor,� repeated Edge. �Funny story: the villagers held a snap election yesterday and who should win but me! I tell you, I'm as surprised as you are!�

          �I'm not surprised,�said Rosa.

          �Oh well, suit yourself. Can't win 'em all,� he shrugged. �Anyway, I'm here to fetch you for the court case.�

          �The what?� said Rydia.

          �The reason you're here is because you're under arrest, because of all your horrible, horrible crimes. So we're having a trial � and you're invited!�

          Rosa glared. �What are you up to, Edge?�

          Edge smiled. �Oh, we'll get to that. Don't jump ahead. Just follow me.�

          The new mayor indicated with his finger and then turned away from the nubile duo, passing through the barred doorway to their hastily-constructed cell and up the stairs into the noisy courthouse above. Rosa and Rydia turned to one another, the latter still shaking with righteous indignation, and came to the same conclusion: whatever fate had in store for them, there wasn't anything to be gained by staying here.

          �I'm really going to kill him,� said Rydia, following the mayor, naked, towards the light and into a kangaroo court in full swing.
Any thoughts of a fair trial evaporated when the jury tried to gangbang Rydia before Edge even had time to call for order. They had to be beaten off with big sticks, leaving the girls shaken and huddled together in the centre of the small courtroom, the eyes of the village upon them. They were led up to a special box for defendants and guarded on each site by an armed villager � not that they needed any such constraints; the gallery behind them was so full of spectators that there were people leaning in through the open door from outside. In fact, gauging from the excitement and sense of occasion now gripping the village, it was more likely that the guards were there for the girls' protection, as Rydia had been on the business end of a �fornication party� before and there was definitely that kind of feel in the air today.

          A small-ish man with glasses and a studious look about him got to his feet and tried to call for order, but he wasn't very forceful and the people just ignored him. He tried again, but the only people paying any attention were Rosa, who was keeping a dignified pose, but absent-mindedly playing with her silver necklace; Rydia, who was crouching down, trying � and failing � to cover her nudity; and Edge, who was seated at the far end of the courtroom and looking considerably bored with the proceedings.

          Presently, he threw a bomb in the air and it exploded with a flash, and as the smoke and ringing after-sound cleared there was silence in the court room.

          �Town clerk,� said Edge, graciously handing the floor to the man with the glasses. He coughed nervously.

          �Um, thank you, Mayor Edge. I would like to call this court to order. The honourable Mayor Edge will be presiding...�

          Honourable!?� screamed Rydia, cupping her breasts. �That little prick wouldn't know honour if it leapt up and stabbed him in the...�

          �Hey!� said Edge, holding up his hand. �Cool it, Rydia. There's this whole procedure thing to go through, and I'd rather not have to shut you up with a ballgag.... I'd rather save that for later, thank you very much.�

          Rydia raged, but silently, her immediate desire to leap up and separate the ninja's head from his body with as much tearing as possible tempered by the humiliation of having a packed room of people staring at her tits.

          Edge addressed the ladies formally.. �Rydia of Mist and Rosa of Baron � you both stand accused of a litany of crimes, to whit: public indecency, prostitution, failing to pay your hotel bill, corrupting the morals of the town's menfolk and general lewd misconduct. Now, to save trying each of these cases in succession, which could get boring and take a while, I'm just gonna go ahead and try you for one and give you a general pardon for the other four.

          �Jury,� he said, addressing the panel of 10 villagers furiously masturbating. �In the case of public indecency, how do you judge these two naked women?�

          �Well... uhh!� gasped the foreman. �There's both so... ohh... so naked... that they must be guilty, mustn't they?�

          �Yup, can't argue with that,� said Edge, banging down a large inflatable gavel he had made for just such an occasion. �In light of their villainous crimes, it has fallen on me as your mayor to decide a punishment for these wanton women. Now, I've forgone the usual prison sentence because � well, why waste a good thing, am I right?�

          There were general cheers to this, and not a few groans. Rosa found that she was sweating profusely from the rising temperature � the courthouse was now filled to bursting with sausage-wielding men who were enjoying the tasty preview of all the good things to come.

          Edge was not masturbating in the girls' faces because he liked to believe he was a gentleman.

          �I think community service is a good punishment as well, but I'd like to tweak it a little bit to make it more appropriate,� he said. �Therefore, I have decided that these criminals shall be... nationalised.�

          At the pronouncement of this sentence, the slick sound of willy-wanking stopped for a second and a pregnant silence descended upon the courtroom. Not one person spoke as the townsfolk digested this.

          �Nationalised?� asked the town clerk, finally, his glasses steaming up from the heat.
          Edge nodded smugly. �Yup. The State � which is all the people here in this courtroom, by the way � will take possession of these two items away from themselves and put them to use in a way that benefits the whole town, like you would a... I don't know... a wheelbarrow, or a chair or something.�

          �Ohh-!� said the State collectively. �Ehh-?� responded Rydia.

           �That's right,� said Edge. �And so to sentencing! Rosa... Rydia...� He gave a cheeky wink. Rydia spat back. �It is the finding of this court that you be confiscated as we don't think you can be trusted to handle yourselves properly. We will take away your names and identities and turn you into assets for public use. We're then going to put you to work and enter you into the town Asset Register.�

          �What the hell are you talking about?� said Rydia, her knuckles white on the ancient wood of the defendant's box as it started to crack under the pressure of her maidenly rage. �We're not things!�

          Edge leered, but made a show of ignoring her. �Clerk, my man,� he said turning to the spectacled man. �What's the next available asset number?�

          The town clerk thumbed through a weather-beaten old tome until he reached the next available page. �Let me see... The last asset we obtained was Asset 9126, which is a stapler we bought after the old one broke. I suppose... we could add these two as Asset 9127 and 9128.�

          �What!?� cried Rydia.

          �Perfect!� said Edge. �So the green one will be Asset 9127, and I guess that leaves the blond one as Asset 9128.�

          �I am the Queen of Baron,� said Rosa, finally playing the royalty card. �There will be trouble if you keep us here.�

          �Oh, don't worry,� said Edge dismissively. �No one knows you're here, so you won't be found. No need to worry about Cecil when he's on the other side of the world!�

          �You can't be serious!� screamed Rydia, as her ears were filled once more with the wet sound of bananas being peeled behind her, all to the sight of her naked, sweaty body. �You can't just sell us to some random strangers!�

          �I'm not selling you. Selling you implies that you're worth something,� answered the mayor to her disbelieving ears. �We're repossessing you. Your bodies are way too fine for you to be trusted with them. Only a man knows the best way to use a body like yours. So we're turning you into sex slaves.�

          Rydia's mouth hung open as the courtroom erupted into applause and Rosa's face flushed red. She looked around in astonishment at the people behind her, who in turn thought about how snugly her open mouth would fit around each one of their cocks, except for one or two of a more sporting mind, who considered how well they could ejaculate into a cum-target that size from x metres.

          �So, in summation,� cried Edge, triumphantly, as the clapping refused to die down and the girls came in very real danger of being rushed and taken right there in the defendant's box. �These girls are slightly used, but they'll do the job!�

          Slightly used! Rydia was somewhat more insulted by the implication that she was impure than by the declaration that she was to become a sex slave � no, that she was now a sex slave and belonged to the whole town! The teenage temptress thrust her chest out in indignation, only serving to emphasise how great of a sex slave she was going to be.

          Rosa, for her part, had never been a sex slave before and hid her trepidation well. She ignored the cheers of the crowd before her, and the court's ludicrous judgement. She wasn't quite as worried as Rydia was, partly because she hadn't had the same experiences as the more-than-slightly-used younger girl, but also because she was used to being in difficult situations and coming out on top � although she'd never faced a situation quite so perverted as this one.

          �You bastard!� Rydia screamed.

          �Oh, I know exactly where I came from,� replied Edge. �And I think that wraps up the trial for today! There is no reprieve, no appeal, and the punishment will stand for the rest of your lives! Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and goodnight!�

          He bowed and descended from his raised dais, the townsfolk cheering him like a rock star, but not doing so much clapping as they were busy pleasuring themselves to the feast of flesh that would soon be theirs for the taking. Edge walked up to the guards and said, �Take Miss 9127 and 9128 down to the cellar. I need to have a little word with our new acquisitions,� and they dragged Rydia kicking and screaming out of the courtroom and down the steps towards the wine cellar. Rosa followed, walking with dignity behind her cursing companion.

          Edge went to follow, but stopped at the threshold. Turning back he addressed the court.

          �And after that, we're going to decide what to do with them. Court adjourned!� he said, to rousing cheers.
          �You slime!�

          �You whore. Now, seeing as we have no more distractions, let's get to it, shall we?�

          �Alright Edge,� said Rosa. �What's your game?�

          The three were alone now, Rosa and Rydia still naked, with Edge standing by the exit in his new mayoral suit. A set of bars had been freshly installed during the farcical proceedings and they now separated the girls from Edge and freedom.

          �You're right,� said Edge. �This is a game, and I'm sorry for the apparent evil. I just saw an opportunity and I thought I'd take it.�

          �You revolting scum... pocket! What are you up to?� shouted Rydia. �Oh, I get it,� she said, covering herself. �You just want to take advantage of us! Well you'd better not try and have your way with us, or I'm warning you...!�

          �Oh, why would I?� scoffed Edge. �There's plenty of hot, eager young ladies in this place: milkmaids with jugs like balloons, barely legal wenches who just want to have a good time and shy little numbers who just need a bit of special attention. And, no offence, but Rosa, you're a bit too goody-goody for my tastes, and I've already had Rydia, so...�

          �What!?� cried Rydia, outraged. �We've never had sex!�

          �We've had sex loads of times! You don't remember any of them, obviously, but then what's the point of being a ninja if you can't have a bit of fun in the process?�

          �You creep! You slimy little... disgusting little... dickwad!!�

          �Language, darling,� said Edge as Rydia started spluttering in a paroxysm of rage. Rosa put a steadying hand on the younger girl � more specifically on her breast, which she squeezed reassuringly, remembering with much fondness their violently satisfying tryst earlier that morning.

          She broke free of the erotic memories to confront Edge.

          �You don't honestly think we're going to forgive you for this, do you?�

          Edge smiled. �Of course you will. After a couple of days you'll be begging � literally begging � for me to help you. And when I do you'll be so grateful that you'll forget why you were angry at me in the first place. Like I said before, with this plan everybody wins.�

          �Yeah, we've heard what your disgusting plan is! You want us to have sex with all these... bumpkin perverts!�

          �Oh, get over yourself!� said Edge. �You've got nothing to do with the plan! You're just the distraction!�

          Rydia wore a gobsmacked expression. �What?� she said.

          Edge chuckled and leaned in, eyes gleaming, happy to be revealing his master plan.

          �There is a whole town full of lovely women who aren't getting the lovin' they deserve,� he said. �All because their men have been busy with you two. So I thought, why not get them out of the way for longer? And then in steps Edge, and those ladies get what they want, I get what I want, and everyone's happy!�

          �I'm not happy!�

          �And neither am I.�

          Well, you're just not team players,� he said, dismissively.

          �But wait...� said Rosa. �You've obviously thought this through quite clearly. Are you saying you're not being affected by Rydia's perfume?�

          Edge scoffed again. �Well, you say thinking it through clearly, but I've actually just been making it all up as I go along. And as for the perfume, do you really think I'd be so stupid as to fall for a simple olfactory addiction drug? No, I've been taking ninja inhibitors to restrict my sense of smell. It's a bit uncomfortable losing an entire sense, but at least I'm not slaving over you two cum sluts like the rest of the morons in this town.�

          �You son of a bitch!�

          �You leave my mother out of this. Anyway, the effects of the perfume will wear off once Rydia's been saturated in the stench of cum � I mean, it'll take a few days, so try not to let your minds break in the meantime.�

          �You are dead, Edge! I'm gonna blow you up so hard that not even Rosa can put you back together again! I'm gonna...!�

          �Also, one more thing: be Quiet.�

          The effect was unexpected, and instantaneous. All of a sudden no sounds came out of Rydia's mouth. Her mouth flapped noiselessly for a few seconds more before her expression turned to horror.

          Edge grinned. �Yeah, neat trick, isn't it? I won't tell you how it's done because a good ninja never reveals his tricks. Or is that a magician? Either way, I don't have to worry about you blowing me up because you can't cast any spells. Maybe if you're really nice to me... and I mean,� he leered. �...Reeealy nice, I might give you your voice back. Until then... Enjoy!�

          Rydia thrashed about more, but it was no use: her voice was completely Silent. Which meant she couldn't cast spells, even if she regained her MP. Which meant she couldn't swear in his face, even though he deserved it! Which meant...

          �Be seen, and not heard. That's better. You're so much hotter when you don't talk.�

          Edge turned away from Rydia, ignoring her silent rant, and rapped twice on the door. It opened and the guards stepped in. As they filtered in they were brazenly staring at Rosa and Rydia's nude bodies with hungry eyes and hard willies.

          �Boys,� said Edge. �Let's let the girls sleep for the rest of the day. They've been through a very tiring ordeal and we need them fresh for tomorrow morning. And when they wake up it won't even matter if their MP is back or not because they're not going to be casting any spells in that state.�

          �Yes boss,� said the guard next to him, with disappointment in his voice. He was obviously hoping to benefit a bit more from the new socialist regime, but there were worse jobs than watching two nude hotties sleeping in front of him.

          �Oh no, no,� said Edge, comforting him. �You misunderstand. Don't touch them. Don't open the cell. But you can still... enjoy them. You can do that from a distance, can't you?�

          The man regained the gleam in his eye. He took out his man-rod and stared stroking it, eyes fixed on Rydia's cleavage.

          �Thank you, Mr Mayor...� he said, earnestly, and the green-haired sex-aid shrank back under the collective gazes of the guards, shielding her body. She didn't want to become a sex object... not again...!

          Rosa also covered herself, but stepped in front of Rydia, shielding her from the worst part of their attentions. But there was nowhere to hide, and anywhere they went in that little room the guards would be able to see enough of them to arouse themselves immensely.

          Rosa rapped on the bars to attract Edge's attention, and then scratched a message on a piece of slate lying by the side. She held it up to the ninja mayor, enjoying the feeling of Rydia's trembling body pawing at her back. The younger girl had clearly forgotten how horny she was making the blond-haired girl, and Rosa fought back the urge to remind her against the wall.

          On the slate were the words: �Kain is going to kill you.�

          �Yes, I'm a bit worried about that actually,� said Edge, looking around nervously. �Where is he?�
Alone and dejected, twisted with shame at his own actions, Kain stumbled through the thick undergrowth, head bowed under the weight of guilt and inadequacy. His eyes were cast blearily to the ground in front of him; they were rimmed red from where tears had fallen and dried in the morning sun.

          He once swore that if anyone ever so much as touched a hair on Rosa's head, he would slice their head from their neck before they even had a chance to beg forgiveness. Rosa had never been too keen on the idea, and neither had Cecil, although Cecil had understood where he was coming from � he was just more opposed to the finer arts of the Dark Blade than he used to be.

          Such lofty promises, and here he was. He should have massacred that entire village � and the Red Wings too � for their violation, and he would have felt no pity or regret at the act. And yet what had he done? He'd joined in. He'd taken out his little spearman and participated in that travesty.

          As soon as he'd come to his senses, he realised that he had been Charmed. When he remembered what he had done, his first instinct had been to slaughter those who had dared to defile his precious Rosa � even if that included himself. But he knew, instinctively, that his mind was still fragile from being under hypnosis for so long under the command of Golbez, and the second he took another step towards his beloved he would fall, like the brat, like the villagers, and he couldn't bear to be a part of that again. So he had walked away, in the opposite direction, lost and alone, wanting to save his beloved, but knowing that he could not bear to be near her, on pain of defiling her with his darker lusts.

          He tripped on a stone and fell, hitting the ground hard. He smacked his head with a wicked grunt. Spitting out mud and vile curses, he let the rage consume him; he reached out, grabbed the stone and made to throw it away into the forest.

          But then he stopped, holding the rock in his palm. He regarded it for the moment, the dull throbbing in his head waking him from his malaise of self-loathing. And he thought.

          Presently, he closed his fist around the stone and crushed it to dust.

          He raised his eyes, and they burned with cold rage. He knew what to do next. And yes, there would be a massacre.
          �Right,� said Edge, sitting down before the town council. �Let's bash out a proper plan. What are we going to do with these two sluts?�

          The six men at the table started discussing this enthusiastically. This was the first time they had had the opportunity to use their power for something so exciting. Now that they were here, though, no one could agree on the best course of action.

          �Why don't we just keep 'em naked, all the time? I'd love to see that!� said one of them, who happened to be the wealthiest farmer in the village and married to a very prudish wife.

          But Edge was unimpressed. �That's boring. Listen, the core of eroticism is in the imagination.� Seeing the blank stares around him, he sighed and continued. �I mean, a naked woman is just a naked woman, and a pair of titties is just a pair of titties. The excitement comes from taking off the clothes. A woman can't be undressed unless she had something on in the first place.

          �That's what's so sexy about Ryd... uh, I mean, Asset 9127. I mean, alright, she does have a fantastic body and every move she makes is pure, unadulterated sex, but if she went around wearing just a sack, then I probably would have only done her once rather than the three or four times I've done her without her noticing.�

          �How do you do someone without them noticing?� someone asked, and from the looks on the faces of those around him, Edge saw that he was going to have to do a lot of work on these simpletons.

          �Use your imagination,� he said. �There's loads of ways. I've also whored her out without her noticing, but that's another story...� He paused for a second and smiled to himself. �...But a good one. Oh, if she ever found out the things I've made her do...! But, eh, anyway... where was I?�

          �Something about whores and sacks.�

          �Whores and... Are you even listening to me!? Look, the point is, if you get a nice girl to take her clothes off, then you can make love to her. But if you get that same girl to put on a pair of high heels, then you can fuck her brains out all night. Same with stockings, boots... I dunno � use your imagination!�

          There was a bit of nervous shuffling, and then someone said: �...Gloves?�

          �Yes!� said Edge, pointing out the winning contender excitedly. �Gloves are good on a naked woman!�

          �I've got a dog collar for the teenage slut!�

          �Well... calm down with the language, but yes, good, useful. What else?�

          �A hat!�

          �Nipple rings!�

          �That sexy green negligee the green girl was wearing last night!�

          �A beard!�

          Edge frowned. �A beard...? Well, if you're really good we'll put a beard on Rydia... I guess.� Edge knew better than to second-guess another man's perversions. �Anyway, the point is: never let a woman go naked. Always have her wear a hat or something.�

          �Soooo...� prompted the council.

          Edge sighed. �So, we're not going to send them out naked � we've all seen that, that'll get boring. What we're going to do, gentlemen, is make them wear the most exciting, exhilarating and, let's face it, perverse clothing so that every man in this village is going to want to rip them off the second they put their eyes on them. And no, that doesn't defeat the purpose before any of you say that, which you weren't as I can see your expressions have gone blank again... Where did I lose you? Never mind. What we're going to do is dress Rydia like the whore she is in clothes that are so revealing that they leave nothing to the imagination, and then every man in the village is going to wear them to shreds as they use her as a cum rag.

          �So basically, we're just gonna dress her in the same clothes she always wears. Agreed?�

          There was general agreement at this. Why change a formula that works?

          �Same with Asset 9128. I mean, Rydia dresses like a slut, but Rosa dresses like an actual prostitute, only more pure and... clean, you know?�

          �There is one problem with that, Mr Mayor,� said the town clerk, coughing slightly. �Their clothes are in tatters, and we don't have any replacements.�

          Edge waved the problem away. �Oh, don't worry, I can sew a new set. I'm a ninja � a bit of tailoring isn't beyond me.�

          They were all suitably amazed by their new mayor's strategic and practical skills, and Edge felt that he had met some people who could clearly benefit from the wealth of his knowledge.

          �But there's something else,� he continued. �Something important: No man must be left out. Every man has to be in the square tomorrow, and leave their wives at home. Alone. That's the only way to be sure of absolute fairness in the use of Asset 9127's lovely, lovely body.�

          �No women?� Grumbled another of the men. �I'm not sure... there's monsters about in the forest...�

          �No no no, don't worry. I'll take care of all your women. And that's a promise.�

          �Thanks, Mayor Edge. You're the best!�

          �Yes, I expect to hear that a lot over the next few days. So anyway, we have to actually decide what we're going to do with our lovely ladies. Any ideas?�

          Someone spoke up. �Well, I think we should put them in the...�

          �No no,� Edge interrupted. �Not together. Together they're strong. Together they have like a shared experience companionship thing going on, and we don't want that. We need to separate them at first. Separated they're weak and fragile and easy to play with.�

          After nodding of heads, the town clerk spoke up. �In which case, gentlemen, shall we discuss the... um, use to which we shall put Asset 9217 � that's the green-haired one, if anyone has forgotten.�

          �Mm,� piped in Edge. �By the way, she's to be kept tied up at all times. She won't bite, but she'll claw, believe me. You don't want her running free.�

          �That... can be arranged,� said the clerk. �But, what are we actually going to do with her... um, 'it'?�

          �Well,� said Edge, spreading his hands. �Imagination, people! You have a beautiful, sexy lady, tied up and helpless, at your mercy... what do you do?�

          �Let's fuck her!�

          �No, no, you so-backward fools!� sighed Edge. �Have you learned nothing from my long speech about eroticism, which, now that I recall, you weren't following anyway, were you? OK, I guess I'll step in here.�

          In truth, Edge didn't care how they used Rydia � it's not like he was going to use her. But it was an integral part of his plan that she be at first desperate, then grateful for the rescue. It was a long shot, but Edge was an all-or-nothing kind of a guy.

          �Here's what we do...� he began, and then proceeded to outline his devious plan.

          The town council listened raptly, occasionally giving exclamations of admiration at the depths of his depravity. This was a group of people so obsessed with working their desires out on Rydia that they thought of nothing else, and Edge's ideas were opening new doors to them. They could do more than just cum on her, be more subtle than just fucking her...

          They could make her grateful.

          There was civilised applause as they collectively condemned Rydia to a cummy fate. Edge bowed in mock salute to these simpering yokels... They were backward right now, it was true, but after he was done with them they'd be trained disciples in the varied arts of deviation.

          �We're going to make her so used to being a sex toy that she'll be begging us to use her,� he concluded triumphantly. �Now listen, 'cause his is important: under no circumstances do I want any man in this village to stick it in � until she asks. And don't worry, she will. By the end of Day 2 she will be so aroused by the never-ending succession of cock that she is going to start begging. And then the real fun's going to begin.�

          �And we're gonna fuck her!�

          �No,� said Edge, grinning widely. �We're not.�
Rydia of Mist was surprised to have been given a new set of clothes that were exactly the same as her old gear. She was relieved to have been given something to cover her nakedness. As she put on her

(slut-suit)

costume, she wondered where the inhabitants of this town had found the ability to recreate what was a marvel of garment-making technology, being perfectly proportioned to fit her every curve in a flimsy-looking, yet remarkably durable outfit. She was amazed that they had known her exact proportions � and also a little worried.

          Added to her worries was the image in her mind of the wooden manakin in the town square, smashed to pieces beside the shredded remains of what had been one of Rydia's outfits. The fact that they were all showing restraint at the moment just reinforced her belief that they were planning something big.

          They had seen her naked. They had seen her clothed. Now they wanted to see her put to work.

          Rosa had been taken away for some devious end earlier on, leaving Rydia to contemplate her immediate future as she dressed herself for the occasion. She was not hopeful.

          She was led out, tits bouncing as normal, into the town square where an excited crowd had formed, ready for the day's activities. A stall to the side was selling green candyfloss in honour of their newest arrival, and many of the villagers were gulping down handfuls of the sugary fluff, getting high as kites. Another stall was selling little dolls with green hair to represent Rydia, and covered in tight, flimsy pieces of fabric that could be torn off at the user's pleasure. She could see that each doll was being sold with a complimentary set of wipes for keeping it clean. There was a sign next to the stall that advertised the dolls as being 'Voodoo Love Slaves', the idea being that if a man wanted to cum over the doll, it would be Rydia herself who would feel the love.

          This was not as ridiculous as it first seemed; to Rydia, every lustful gaze at her sexy body was like a jet of semen striking her skin. It made her skin crawl, and by the time she had been led to a strange-looking, black mattress in the centre of the square she felt like she had been showered in cum.

          The guards made Rydia sit on the bed, and immediately it felt weird. Rather than offering resistance, the part she had sat on seemed to crumple under her and she fell back into it, bouncing slightly as her back hit the surface. She heard a �gluk gluk� sound and suddenly felt herself floating, the whole of the king-sized mattress reverberating with the impact. Her breasts rippled with each wave to the joy of everyone present, even the balloon-seller who was busy painting nipples on his green- and flesh-coloured balloons. She tapped the surface of the mattress experimentally, and sure enough it vibrated under the blow.

          Rydia was now sure of it.

          �A water... bed?� she asked, wondering why anyone would ever want to sleep on such a thing as her breasts continued to wobble provocatively. It just seemed silly to her. I mean, which if it were to spring a leak? It was so impractical.

          But the men around her didn't care how impractical it was, and there certainly wasn't going to be any sleeping done there.

          It was then that the town clerk arrived, the town's asset register tucked under his arm. He raised his hands to call for silence, but didn't really get any. The noise of the crowd went down a bit, but there was still excited chatter and giggles from the crowd on this special day.

          Rydia tried to sit up, the bed squelching underneath her, but fell over again and decided that she may as well stay that way.

          The clerk coughed softly, his lack of presence failing to attract anyone's attention. It was only after an embarrassingly long wait after a second cough that he decided he may as well start, even if only a few people were listening.

          �Um,� he began, which is always a bad word to start a speech on. �We are gathered here today to apportion the new asset to the people...�

          �I am not your asset!� she tried to scream, but no sound came out and no-one noticed.

          �...and to define its primary role in servicing the borough. Now, having been in consultation with the new mayor, um...�

          At this he pulled out a separate sheet of paper and read from it.

          �'May his reign last a thousand years and more',� he said, folding the paper away and leaving Rydia to scream mute obscenities about their supposed �mayor�.

          �...and civic leaders, the proceedings of which are minuted under heading 9/12-B7 and available for all to read, we have decided on how best this asset may be used and have taken steps accordingly.

          �Asset 9126 will be used...�

          Here it comes, thought Rydia, enjoying the comfort of the waterbed despite her apprehension.

          �...to hold paper together.�

          The crowd noises died away. The balloon-maker let go of a balloon, which faded away in a pathetic rasp that summed up the mood of the crowd. The candyfloss maker, open-mouthed, dropped his glasses into the candyfloss-making equipment and didn't even notice. Everyone in the square stared at the town clerk, who calmly removed his spectacles and tucked the asset register once more under his arm.

          Rydia was surprised. Clerical work on a waterbed was certainly a lot better than what she had been imagining.

          One of Rydia's guards moved up to the clerk and whispered in his ear, and such was the silence in the square that everyone could hear it.

          That's the stapler.�

          �What?�

          �That's asset 9126. This one is asset 9127.�

          The clerk looked at the guard for a moment, uncomprehending. Finally, slowly, he re-attached his spectacles and opened the asset register again, looking down the list.

          Eventually he came to the right number.

          �Oh,� he said. �Silly me. I was at the wrong bit. Let's see now...�

          He raised his head and spoke once more to the crowd.

          �Asset 9127...� he said, addressing Rydia directly this time.

          Clerical work... clearing litter... thought Rydia, hopefully.

          �...you will use your breasts to service men.�

          The cheer was enormous � so big it shook the waterbed, causing Rydia with her mouth open wide to bob up and down, uncomprehendingly.

          You will use your breasts... to service men? What did that mean!?

          �Eh?� she said voicelessly. �Eeeh...!?�

          She went to sit up, but the guards were upon her. Two of them pressed her down, thrashing and kicking though she was.

          And then the chains came out.

          Rydia had missed them, but now here they were: shackles attached by chains to the stone ground beneath, that stretched taut around each of the four corners of the bed to hold her, spread-eagled in place. She tried to resist, but she didn't have the strength to overpower the guards, and a manacle was attached to each of her ankles and her wrists until she was trapped, facing the sky, unable to defend herself from whatever would come next.

          And cum they would!

          The shackles were not so tight that she couldn't shift her position at all, and they were padded so they didn't chafe, but they were still solid steel and there was no way she could shift them on her own. Still she struggled, though, arching her back, straining wordlessly, but soon she gave up and fell back onto the hypnotically vibrating bed, gasping from her exertions.

          But the town clerk hadn't finished talking.

          �There are some rules that have been agreed, that we all must adhere to. This will ensure that the durability of the asset remains high and can continue to be used for an extended period of time.�

          �I'm not an object!� cried Rydia silently, hating to be ignored like this. �Do you hear me!? Look at me when I'm talking to you!!�

          But no one was listening. �Number one: Free lotion is being provided in the barrels you can see next to me here.� Rydia looked to see what was easily twelve barrels worth of... lotion!?

          �Please make use of the lotion. It will act as a lubricant to ease your passage and increase the enjoyment of your experience...�

          �Passage... experience!? Why do you have twelve barrels of lotion!?�

          �Number two: You may use asset 9127 as often as you like and we actively encourage you to do so. However, there is only one so please form an orderly queue. Remember: if we break it there's no replacement.�

          �Break it!?�

          �Finally: and this is very important. Breaking this rule will result in a ban on all future use of asset 9127. I would like to stress how seriously we regard this � this restriction will be enforced.�

          Everyone in the square craned to hear more about this restriction, including Rydia who had something of a vested interest in this.

          �Under no circumstances should anyone attempt to have sexual relations with asset 9127's vagina. This is forbidden.�

          There was an audible cry of disappointment from the crowd, and a less-than audible cry of �Haah!?� from asset 9127... um, I mean, Rydia.

          If they weren't going to do her... what were they going to do to her?

          The clerk put up a hand to placate the crowd. �The mayor understands your concerns, but he stresses that the continued use of asset 9127 as a public service for men is contingent on the satisfaction of certain conditions. He has said that this may be subject to review in the near future.

          �And now, as a demonstration, I have been instructed by the mayor to show you all the proper use of this piece of equipment.�

          Rydia, who was staring open-mouthed at this man, who was surely quoting a ream of dialogue from 'Pornography for Bureaucrats', shrank back in her watery prison as she realised just what Edge had in store for her.

          The bastard! The absolute bastard!

          �First,� said the clerk, moving towards the now frantically-thrashing Rydia. �You will notice that this asset has big, bountiful breasts that move independently of the main body. We have installed it especially on this waterbed to enhance the rippling motion of this attractive feature. This has been put in place to ensure the comfort of you, the user, and increase your enjoyment of this model. And now I will expose the breasts.�

          As the clerk straddled her, Rydia tried to shrink away, but the shackles kept her fast in position and she could only stare in open-mouthed indignation as the man reached down to the cups of her leotard and snapped the clasps that kept her breasts in place. She felt the fabric around them go slack and she froze, knowing that the slightest movement could cause her firm yet flexible breasts to pop out from their flimsy covering.

          The clerk, with a detached manner he kept for when he was conducting training courses � as indeed this was � pushed his fingers between the flesh of her breasts and the fabric and pulled the cups down.

          �No!� cried Rydia as her magnificent love-pillows were exposed to the daylight � not to mention the entire perfume-addled town.

          After the raucous cheer had died down, the town clerk continued his lesson.

          �The next step is to take a handful, here...� He reached over to one of the barrels of lube, which was open at the top, and taking a handful of the slimy contents he dropped it down Rydia's cleavage with a sticky �slap.� He then slathered it liberally around the young girl's bosom area until her breasts were slick with grease and glistening in the sun. The goo was slightly cool to the touch and the green-haired girl squirmed as it was massaged into her exposed skin.

          The clerk continued. �And I'm jut going to slather it on here, making sure to saturate the entire breast area with lubricant. Remember: we have plenty of lotion, so please use liberal amounts. A dry cleavage will cause unnecessary friction and be less enjoyable for everyone concerned.

          �Stop rubbing my boobs with lube, you weirdo!!�

          �And now I'm going to take out my penis...�

          Rydia stared cock-eyed at the fun-stick that was produced in front of her face.

          �...and, placing it in between the breasts...�

          Rydia shivered as she felt his warmth against her chest. She really, really didn't want this... it was weird...

          �...I will take each breast in hand...�

          Weird, weird, weird...! The clerk took each of Rydia's breasts in hand, the incredible orbs pliant to his will, and squished them together around his cock like a wrapper. Her tits were malleable and springy to the touch, yet firm enough to apply a certain amount of pressure to his cock that felt simply heavenly.

          �...and, with simple backwards and forwards movements I will proceed... to fuck... her titties...�

          �Nooo!!� screamed Rydia as her tits were used as a sex sleeve. �No, no, no!�

          But yes, and he was going at it, as anyone would do in the same situation. The friction of his cock against the lube created a sloppy �shlick schlick� sound that was revolting to Rydia's ears; and along with the �gluck gluck� and �swish� of the waterbed, it created a cacophony of wet and sloshy noises which, along with the wavy heaving of the bed, created an intensely erotic situation. It wasn't long before willies were pulled out and the assembled townsfolk were moving with the waves of Rydia's sexy prison, using her once again as fodder for their own sexual fantasies.

          For her part, she felt the warmth rising as the clerk worked himself to orgasm. She wailed and bawled but no one could hear. All she could do was wriggle beneath his frenzied ministrations.

          Her vision was filled with the sight of her own voluptuous bosoms � once, not long ago a source of pride in her own womanhood � wiggling back and forth under the attentions of a strange man while she was rocked bodily back and forth by the waves inside this insane waterbed. She could also see the tip of his cock diving through the valley of her breasts and then retreating into the vibrating mound of flesh, repeating over and over again and always pointing at her face.

          She leaned forward and looked around his imposing body; sure enough, the crowd were starting to masturbate to her body and she wasn't in the least bit surprised.

          It didn't take him long to complete his demonstration, and the question of whether or not he would withdraw when he was... finishing... that had been building in her mind was answered in the exact opposite way that she wanted.

          He did not bother to withdraw before ejaculating. As a result, Rydia found herself being struck on the neck with a warm and sticky present that she had not asked for and couldn't return if she wanted to. Which she did.

           He left a trail of semen from her neck all the way down into the inside of her cleavage. As he withdrew, he let go of Rydia's breasts and they flopped, exhaustedly, down to the side, still rippling with the vibrations of the waterbed. The molested girl lay gasping and sweating, the skin between her breasts hot and sticky from where they had been put to use. She almost wished she was naked, as she was sweating copiously underneath her (admittedly meagre) clothing.

          As the clerk wiped himself off on her green cape (yes, her new clothes had the cape attached, too) and pulled up his trousers, he addressed the assembled townsfolk for the final time.

          �Now, I want you all to form an orderly queue and please make use of the asset at your leisure. It is here for your pleasure. Remember: you can use it as often as you like, but you will have to move to the end of the line after each use. And another reminder: only use the breasts � that is its function � and don't push! There's still all day and plenty of time for everyone.�

          All day!? All these people... for the entire day!? Rydia looked on in absolute horror as her next user grabbed a dollop of lube, and thought of her future that had now, finally been revealed to her:

          She was going to be forced to tit-fuck every single guy in the village � several times! She had been reduced to some kind of degenerate sex toy!

          �Rosa...� she cried as another cock was inserted between her boobs. �Save me...!�
Rosa was having some troubles of her own. Having been dragged out of their communal prison first thing in the morning � and not a moment too soon, actually, as the smell of Rydia's perfume was Charming her again � she had been taken to the bathhouse on the other side of town and forced to bathe herself clean, which was not in itself an unpleasant experience. When she had finished her ablutions, she had been left a new set of clothes. She took this in her stride; where Rydia would have felt relief, Rosa knew that whether she was naked or not made very little difference when they were in such a precarious situation.

          What she had been left with was a remarkable facsimile of her former, spoiled clothing � with a few noticeable subtractions. For one thing her cape was gone, the one thing that marked her out as a white mage, and her shoulderpads, which just left her with a pair of patterned stockings and a set of long, elegant, fingerless gloves that stretched to her upper arm, along with a corset that was tighter than she remembered with a bikini on top, and a g-string. She also had a pair of heeled boots, which she recognised as her own, retrieved from the forest where she had left them. The whole effect was somehow less... nice than it had been. In fact, she looked a lot more... hooker-ish than she had before, and she didn't think this was quite an accident.

          With great reservation, she walked through to the bar at the front-of-house and found out exactly what she would be doing.

          Remarkably, they just wanted her as a waitress, serving drinks to the customers who were overcrowding the bar so early in the morning, getting ready for some kind of congregation that Rosa did not yet know about.

          Of course, she refused. Why should she? But then, �Do it or we'll gangbang you,� had been enough of an incentive, and in truth they didn't seem that interested in her at all, which was unusual in itself because she was easily in the same league as Rydia in terms of beauty and pleasing bodily proportions. She had a different shape than Rydia; where the green-haired girl had the curves and the look of innocence around the face, Rosa was longer, with firmer breasts and an air of maturity. She was a natural beauty compared with Rydia's unnatural charm, and she carried herself with a dignity and poise that marked her out as a genuinely desirable woman woman from any standpoint. Even Golbez, with his single-minded intensity and devotion to plan and purpose had taken the time to try and corrupt Rosa to the Dark Powers that he, Kain and � at one time � Cecil all claimed as their own, though the medium of sexual perversion and good old fashioned rogering.

          Also, Rosa's eyes were the cool blue of an calm ocean and kept within them a deep and perpetuating serenity � even when she was being rogered from behind.

          The point was, that it was as if all the men in the village were gravitating towards Rydia, even when she wasn't there in person, and blocking out all other concerns � up to and including the relative ease of taking Rosa roughly over a table. And even though she wasn't there, they were waiting for her, patiently, rather than tearing down the walls of the courthouse as their previous experience of the zombie-like villagers might have suggested.

          Rosa could only postulate, as she served a platter of cold beers to a table of soon-to-be tit-wankers � and, with it being only just past dawn, unable to suppress a disapproving glance � that the villagers were becoming more and more able to control their reckless impulses as they got used to the perfume, or the strength of the perfume itself was diminishing. In which case, how long would it be before they broke free of its lure completely, and...

          The Red Wings were in the bar! Laughing and joking and japing with the men who had gang-raped them turned them into sex objects!

          Son of a bitch!

          As Rosa approached, the Captain caught her out the corner of his eye. He gasped and saluted. �Hail, Queen... ARGH!� as Rosa smacked him across the head with a bottle of absinthe and proceeded to step on him with the pointy edge of her boot heel.

          �Argh! Help me!� he cried, imploring to his fellows in the face of Rosa's serene, yet inexplicably dangerous eyes.

          �Uh, Cap'n, I think that's treason...� said one of his fellows, who wouldn't be getting a promotion any time soon if the Captain had a say in it.

(Which he wouldn't, of course, none of them would, because by the time Rosa was finished with them the Red Wings would be changing their careers from soldiers to eunuchs)

          Rosa relented from her assault when she was pulled off by a couple of the guards who had escorted her from the courthouse in the first instance. In all fairness, the Captain, as a military man, should have had no trouble extricating himself from beneath the boot heel of Rosa, who although fit, was physically rather weak. He was, however, worried about his subordinate's comment about treason; he was right, of course, and although the Captain's first thought was always on emptying his balls on Rydia's smooth, silky, firm and alabaster skin, he did have a secondary concern for his career, which he inexplicably intended to continue even after he had cum all over the monarch he was supposed to protect.

          She was taken off waitressing duty and told to clean the baths, like Cinderella, only with the impending threat of gang rape hanging over her head. So, the porn version of Cinderella, if you like.

          But she knew that Edge had more plans for her, and she knew this because she had been told as she was put to work exactly what they had in store for Rydia... and how much worse it would get if Rosa, herself, didn't do exactly what she was told.

          So Rosa did do what she was told. And as she was cleaning the stone sidings of the hot springs with a broom, she knew that it was up to her to find an escape, and rescue Rydia from a fate worse than sex...

          But she was still a little confused as to her own role. �You will use your breasts to service men� was what was entered beside Rydia's number in the asset register � which Edge's cronies had taken great delight in showing her � and that was fairly easy to understand. But what about what was written next to her own number?

          What on the wide blue planet was a �Fluffer� supposed to do?
All it would take was a Fire. And a Blizzard of course, yes... the Blizzard would protect her from the Fire by cancelling it out for her, but as soon as the cock touched her body? Boom! The Fire would burn it clean off.

          Or Shell if Rosa was here. Yes, that would protect her while she incinerated them...

          Actually, a Meteor would do the trick. With any luck it would wipe out the entire stinking town leaving just her to laugh over their charred remains.

          The sex toy that still thought of herself as Rydia � or was she just kidding herself? - thought of more new and exciting ways she would exact her revenge if only � if only � she had her magic back. Or her eidolons.

          But she couldn't speak. And she didn't have her eidolons anymore because of her rampant sex orgy that had only started with Chocobo.

          And, to be fair, she had let Chocobo fuck her back!

          In fact, now that she thought about it, she had a vague memory of being gang-raped by lots of chocobos... but so much of that night was still a blur...

          And now these... assholes thought they had what it took to bang her and get away with it? No, not even to bang her, that would be different. They weren't banging her. All they were doing was using her teenage tits to wank themselves stupid, which in so many uncomfortable ways was much, much worse!

          Rydia was pissed. It didn't happen too often, but when Rydia got pissed then things exploded.

          At the moment, though, the only things that were exploding were penises splattering their cum on her face.

          As she glubbed down another hot spray in her creamy mouth, she found it harder to deny what she was really pissed about.

          Why weren't they fucking her!?

          Oh, she wasn't complaining. This wasn't a complaint. She didn't want to be fucked by this group of yokels, with their green candyfloss and disgusting waterbeds. And it was a disgusting waterbed, she'd found to her cost, as the colour of the mattress had been specially selected. Her green clothes and pale skin showed up pleasingly against the black mattress, providing a satisfying contrast that was more than just artistic � it was downright appealing. But the worst part, the very worst part was that the formerly black mattress was now streaked all over with cum stains and she was being forced to lie on top of them all, bouncing back and forth with each appalling wave.

          But having cock after cock shoved under her nose over and over again, hour after hour, was starting to have an effect. She hated the smell and the taste and the feel of it against her skin, and the horrible �schluck schluck� sound of each successive tit-fuck. But what she had started feeling at what seemed like an eternity ago, was really, really horny.

          It was natural! It was biological! She wasn't going to admit that she kinda liked being used as a sex toy � because she really didn't realise this at all � but it was only fitting that being around so many dicks would make her want to keep one for herself.

          So for what had felt like days she had been writhing on the bed, rubbing her thighs together to try and satisfy an itch she could never reach. But even though her pussy had been long-since exposed by constant misuse of her body � no matter how durable the fabric, no outfit can endure a long and protracted tit-orgy � no one had dared to even touch her pussy, for fear of being banned from using her tits. She'd felt the odd spray of cum from one of the �spectators�, who had now formed a massive circle-jerk around the bed (with one side free for the queue) and had felt something like ecstasy at the touch of something, anything against her clitoris, but that hadn't been anywhere near solid enough for her.

          She needed a cock. She needed satisfaction!

          But she wasn't going to get any. And as the flow of customers just kept on and on, the sun was just reaching its zenith in the sky and she realised, to her absolute horror, that only half the day had passed, and there was much, much more to come.

          She would not be able to endure this much longer. Having gone from having never given a tit-fuck before to being the unassailable world champion, coupled with the rain of cum she had been writhing under had left her emotionally drained and in a dubious mental state (hence all the fantasies about blowing people up in new and exciting ways).

          Tears of frustration formed in her eyes. It wasn't fair! She shouldn't be in this situation! The least they could do was give her a shag!!

Rosa's original horror at seeing her friend being so ill-used, her floundering, struggling body being so abused by a long succession of men who just used her as a tit-fucking sex pillow and then came all over her skin had soon dimmed as she became used to her own role in the day's proceedings. She doubted that the vibrating, bouncing mound of flesh on the bed even noticed that Rosa was there, a little off to the side, and hating every second of what she was doing.

          While the term �Fluffer� had sounded like a cute pink bunny she had kept as a pet as a child, she'd had no illusions that to the ruling Pervertocracy it meant something entirely different. And so it was that Rosa found herself kneeling on the ground with a hand slathered in lube ministering to the survivors of Rydia's breast orgy.

          A groan from the man standing over her just served to show Rosa how much her handjob technique had improved after her fumbling attempts on the first ten or twenty cocks, and now that she was well past her fiftieth cock re-hardened for use on Rydia's tits.

          Rosa, white mage, Queen of Baron, was tasked with re-manning the townsfolk so they could be ready to climb back aboard the Rydia bouncy castle. If this seems callous, consider that Rosa has been told of how much worse Rydia's situation will become if Rosa herself doesn't do her job, and at least her ordeal is not as intensive as her friend's, which gives her time to think.

          Rosa knew that she had to think of a plan of escape and execute it before tomorrow. As horrific as Rydia's situation was

(in a sexy kind of a way; Rosa had to pointedly look away from the odd glimpse of Rydia's quivering flesh in between the shifting forms of the spectators, as her mind was beginning to cloud again)

it was only going to escalate with each passing day, and if this was the depth of this town's depravity, what more could Rydia expect tomorrow?

          �Oh God...� moaned Rosa internally, as the thought gave her pleasure.

          A gasping villager deposited his sperm onto Rydia's face, and then clambered off, staggering through the crowds to where Rosa was contemplating what she would do with a Rydia sex-slave. Consequentially, she was momentarily startled when she came face-to-face with a shrivelled willy.

          She backed away from it quickly, not wanting to accept a dripping willy into her mouth just yet and indicated her stall. There, she offered the exhausted tit-rapist a glass of refreshing orange juice to restore his energy... so he could fuck her friend's hot tits again.

          She had been doing this all morning from her State-owned stall: bringing the villagers back to sexual potency by refreshing their Vitamin C supply and then wanking them back to health. Sometimes they shoved their man mountains in her mouth, and she would slurp, suck and slobber them back to full erection before stopping; she wasn't there as a sex-aid, that was Rydia's job. She was lucky that when this happened she could rinse her mouth out with juice to get rid of the appalling taste. Looking across at Rydia

(and her sexy, gyrating body)

she saw a man from the side shoot his load over her lips, causing some of it to slide in her mouth. The green-haired goddess brought it back up with her spit and dribbled it down the side of her mouth, where it slid slowly down her cheek. She wouldn't be able to get rid of that taste so easily � it was just something a sexy summoner had to live with.

          Rydia's own hydration was not an issue, as men were taking mouthfuls of orange juice, and after waiting up to thirty minutes in the queue and warming it up in their mouths, they would spit it directly into the teenage tit-teddy's own mouth, and she would be forced to gulp it down alternately with the cum that would sometimes follow after. She also had gourds of water splashed over her so she wouldn't overheat in the midday sun, like a marathon runner only with her tits out and being ground down upon a waterbed. In truth, Rydia didn't care about the weather at all, it was the body heat from the constant stream of men that was heating her own body up

(and her own arousal... but she mustn't think about that)

and the dollops of juice that were gobbed down her throat were actually a godsend to what would otherwise be an even more unpleasant experience.

          On the other hand, while Rydia was well-hydrated by spit and gourds, Rosa was baking in this heat. She hadn't felt this hot since collapsing in the desert when she had gone chasing after Cecil, just after he had first left Baron, and the townsfolk of Kaipo had had to strip her out of her stifling clothing just to get her fever down. Now, bare-shouldered though she was, her body was roasting underneath the corset, and she wasn't sure she could endure much more of this � not without stripping off her clothes...

          She reloaded the man in her palm and sent him off to find some boobies. After she did, she nipped out behind her hastily-reconstituted milk float and took off her stockings and heels � she had to do something, and this would help a little bit, even thought what was really chafing her was the corset that was pinching into her ribs. She would have liked nothing more than to strip it off, but she absolutely refused to do so in front of this audience.

          As she sat on the ground peeling off her patterned stocking, the candy-floss seller came over to complain about government-run businesses taking money away from small, hard-working enterprises. He launched into a ready-prepared tirade, which Rosa did not care one instant about � it wasn't like she wanted to be here! - but did notice that the man was staring wide-eyed at her naked legs, which were incredibly shapely and rarely seen in their full, unclothed glory by anyone but those who had shared Rosa's bed (which would be Cecil and Kain, although the latter would usually take her aside on the spur of the moment and make love to her urgently, more-or-less fully clothed). He started to drool, and Rosa felt that she would have to watch out for this one...

Rydia really wished she could speak. There were so many things she wanted to say. Chief among them was, �Stop raping my tits!�

          It was now after noon and events were unfolding in much the same way as the morning. She was still on the waterbed and being bounced along merrily by the same people over and over again, who were emphatically not fucking her but still cumming all over her face and body. People had gone away for lunch and then come back for a bit of after-dinner exercise on Rydia's tits before going back to the business of the day: which, truth be told, was to hump Rydia's tits.

          The baker was out this afternoon with a special selection of cream buns with cherries on top. They were meant to be her breasts. Rydia's passing fancy for a hot, baked pastry was diminished somewhat by her now total aversion to breasts � most of all her own. They were traitors, milking men against her will as they bounced, happily.

          Oh God, she was delirious. She was now so totally drunk on the smell of man meat that she didn't even know how many days she'd been at this. Had she been given a rest? There was no way this could be the same day... right?

          Her breasts felt stiff from over-exercise, but that was the least of her problems. She was now so aroused that she was literally moaning as they did her tits � but silently, of course. She had nearly caught herself asking for sex, and she would never have recovered from that humiliation, not that it actually mattered because no one would be able to hear her anyway.

          She now had no choice in what was happening to her body � it was almost like she was an object.

          And she was beset on all sides by a body that wouldn't behave itself!

          All the salacious thoughts and unclean smells were keeping her mind in overdrive. She was knackered, and did not enjoy the prospect of spending the rest of the day as a sex doll.

          But something had changed. She had been given a five-minute reprieve at midday where she was hand-fed some fruit to replenish her energy (after being told that she'd need it). Then, she'd been offered a deal that she had refused instantly. As the sun hung high in the sky, she was told that she would be spending the whole day servicing men again, as was her duty. That was easily six more hours of being slathered in cum, which made her spirits sink even lower than they already were. Her future was not bright.

          However, she was told that they would be willing to loosen the chains and let her sit up on the bed if she agreed to suck off as many men as she could. For every cock she milked dry, they would let her finish up for the day one minute earlier. Given the rate of demand, she could easily knock off an hour or two.

          Rydia had spat in their faces (metaphorically � she wasn't that coarse) and had made a defiant gesture that said she would rather spend the day as a pliant sex doll than debase herself as a prostitute.

          There was no way in hell she was going to suck them off.
Rydia wrapped her cherry lips around the tip of the cock and pushed forward. She grunted as more of the living, pulsing meat crowded into her mouth, her tongue twisting to accommodate the invader that she herself was welcoming inside. Her jaws were extended uncomfortably by the pole in her mouth, but she took in as much of it as she could, finally clamping it in place with her tongue. Once she had stretched as far as she could comfortably take, she held it in her mouth for a second, the taste soaking into her wet orifice, before she slowly started to pull back her face, building the pressure by sucking down upon the meaty rod as she forced it to withdraw from her mouth.

          This was how Rydia started milking this man, and she continued in this fashion for a while before employing some new tricks.

          In truth, it hadn't taken Rydia long to get started. If she knew how short of a time it had actually been, she would have been even more ashamed of herself than she already was. But the prospect of reducing the amount of time she had to spend as a tit-toilet had definitely appealed to her.

          And besides... she could rub herself back and forth on the surface of the waterbed. It wasn't much... but it was something.

          She gulped as the cock started to ejaculate inside her. The taste was revolting and the stench evil, but she had gobbled back enough cum in her time to know what to expect. She gasped out loud as the meat withdrew from her mouth quickly, leaving a bubble of sick paste to protrude from her over-used mouth as she prepared for the point-blank shot. She had started to think of every spray of cum, every jet that hit her smooth, unblemished skin as a shot from a gun or a crossbow. She'd endured every kind of round, from the jerking staccato of machine-gun bullets to high-velocity rounds, explosive shells to precision shots. And she knew what was coming now.

          The man leaned back and executed her in the face with his love gun. So engrossed was she in her delirious fantasy that she felt the impact of the shot right between her eyes and fell back, the back of her head striking the surface of the soiled waterbed and bouncing with the force of the impact. She stared up at the sky as she felt warmth slide back from the bridge of her nose over her forehead, and slowly work its way towards the roots of her hair; and could only look on as he loomed above and emptied his chamber all over her body.

          She died a death on that bed, but had no time to rest in her grave as her next killer mounted her body and, tossing down a clump of lotion, started to fuck her hot tits.

          But Rydia wasn't having any of that. There was no way she was going to miss another chance � that cock was going in her mouth! She leaned forward and managed to catch the tip between her lips with each of his forward thrusts; only a little bit, but dammit, that counted!

          As the young summoner forgot what pride felt like, her blond-haired companion was degrading herself by grinding her body, rhythmically, for the attention of men. She was having another episode, and the sight of Rydia pushing a man down on his back and wrapping her own tits around his cock as she pumped him up and down and into her mouth was so overpoweringly erotic to Rosa that she had also shed some of her worthless pride and her corset with it. Now, she was free to bask in comfort in the afternoon sun wearing just a bikini top, g-string and the silver necklace around her neck, and was inexplicably dancing to the rhythm of the waterbed, the soggy sounds of tit-frenzy serving as her beat.

          Tactically, this was a sound move as the sight of this blond beauty gyrating in such an exotic way was more than enough to regenerate the winkies of a hundred men; not to mention the half-lidded eyes, short, panting breaths and flushed complexion that came hand-in-hand with arousal, all of which Rosa was showing in honour of Rydia's dirty performance. And this meant that Rosa didn't have to jerk off willies or plop a salami into her mouth and could still do her job just fine.

          Although the juice was running out, and the customers were gravitating far away from the candy-floss cart and the baker's store, whose proprietors were giving her some angry, if lustful, stares. If she wasn't careful, she'd be pulled into the middle of a price war.

          Which, seeing as she was a half-naked young lady doing a sensual dance while giving out handjobs and orange juice for free, wasn't going to be such a problem for her. She still felt the teensiest bit guilty though, but not much, seeing as she was technically their unwilling slave.

          And things would have continued in that fashion until someone invented the smoothie.

          It was inevitable, really. There was plenty of fruit available from the surrounding woodland � banana plantations, apple trees, orchards � and they were running short of orange juice, so someone had the bright idea of refreshing Rosa's store with fresh, if lumpy, blended fruit juice. And it may have been the same person, or possibly someone else, who had the bright idea of depositing the gooey substance over Rosa's head and inviting her customers to lick her clean.

          It was a good source of Vitamin C. What could be more revitalising than licking fruit off a naked white mage?

          Rosa moaned as her fevered mind rebelled under the combined sensations of seeing Rydia whore herself out for cock, her own arousal after dancing half-naked for a town of horny men, and the feeling of four tongues scraping food off her salty flesh, sizzling pleasantly under the heat of the sun. The impulses overrode her better judgement, and she lay back on the ground, surrendering to her role as an after-dinner meal for her grateful masters.
Rydia was also making a meal of her task, sucking off the barrel of a gun. Except that someone had had the wonderful idea � which she fully supported � of dipping their cock into melted chocolate and giving the green-haired girl a lovely treat to be going on with. And although Rydia hated being used as a cock hoover, taking load after load into her dripping mouth, she did like sweet things, and the sudden trend for chocolate and icing was definitely up her street. After five cocks, she had the feeling that she might get sick of of the taste of cum and chocolate gumming up her teeth, and was surprised to find that someone had wrapped their entire willy in green candy-floss, which she ate with gusto. Word soon got around, and suddenly every penis was a taste sensation.

          But while her taste buds got an unusual work-out, her mind was still delirious with sounds of gunfire in her ears, and her current partner shot her in the face, blinding her. After he climbed off her writhing body, she reached out, grasping for the nearest love handle, which was never far away these days. She yanked it forward and at the same time dived for his pubes, mouth-first, taking in as much of him as she could. The myriad masses of manly spunk that saturated the entirety of her mouth acted as a lubricant that allowed Rydia's mouth to slide down the cock like a fun water-slide � except that water-slides aren't usually coated in Marmite, as this gentleman's cock and balls were.

          He was just going to shoot her in the end, but dammit, she was going to make sure he emptied the whole chamber doing it!
It hadn't escaped Rosa's notice that Rydia was obviously going mad. Her first thought was that she had been Charmed in some way, but no, she was just like that. The older girl very deliberately did not think the word:

          Slut.

          The truth was, Rosa was so out of it herself that she could do nothing but writhe while waiting for him to arrive. She knew it was only a matter of time, but as more of it passed she began to feel a little sliver of doubt. Maybe something had happened, maybe he wasn't coming...

          Maybe... they were going to be sex slaves... forever?

          No, that was silly, thought Rosa as another bucket was tipped onto her with a splat. He was definitely, definitely coming.

          Still... where in the name of Holy was Kain?
          �And what can I do for you? Perhaps some 'enhancements'?�

          �A good spearman knows the length of his weapon, and uses it to the best of his abilities,� said Kain, disdainfully regarding the decrepit woman in front of him. Even through the eye-holes in his helmet, she could feel the dark intensity of his gaze. She tried to match it, but she was forced to look away, uncomfortable.

          �Ah,� she said. �OK, then. So, what can I do for you?�

          �You sold my companions a bottle of perfume the other day. What was in it?�

          �Oh, that?� The witch cackled. �Oh, I bet they're having fun with that! The little harlot and her prissy little princess, oh I bet they're having more fun than they can manage! Heheheh... and it's not like I didn't warn them, either! Heheh...�

          The old lady's cackle was cut abruptly short as Kain slammed his mailed fist into her jaw, breaking her false teeth and causing her to fly back, crashing to the ground bodily a full ten metres from where she had stood. The ancient crone cradled her broken mouth and stared back with wide eyes.

          �You hi' me! You fon of a bifch!�

          Kain stalked over to her prone body and stood over it, glaring down at her with the impressive force of his fury.

          �Talk,� he threatened.

          �Well, I can' fuffin' talk now, can ah � y' fuffin' pu'shed me inna fuffin' jaw, ya fychopath!!�

          Kain leant down and smashed the witch in the face again with his full strength. Her body sank several inches back into the ground as she howled through her broken face.

          �Wha' the FUFF is wrong wiff yoo!? Ah, no! No! I'll 'haulk, I'll haulk!� she said hurriedly, as the dragoon brought his fist up for another punch.

          He held it high. �Choose your words... carefully.�

          �Ih... ih'f a reverff-Charm poffyin! Bu'h... bu'h the ffhpell'll wear off after a few day'ff....� Her eyes were wide with fear. �I did tell her...�

          �How do you Dispel it!?� He shouted, a bit like Batman.

          The old witch cowered beneath him. �Y'... y' can't! Ih... ih'ff juff't perfume! Y' only fhyupofft t'use a wi'hle bi'h!�

          He glared at her a while longer. �Ih... ih'ff 'he h'rooff!� she wailed.

          At length, he moved away from her and the witch breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't last, though.

          There was a �whoosh� sound and the old lady felt a wave of heat hit her face. She turned and raised a cry as she saw her shop, her little wagon, in flames, the precious � and entirely cursed � items for sale melting and exploding in the small inferno.

          She looked on in shock until she saw the dragoon stalking away into the forest, back from where he came.

          �My fhop! My fhop!� she cried. �I CURFF you, stranger! I CURFF you!� she cried, cursing him through her broken teeth.

          Kain just kept walking. �You can't curse me. I damned myself a long time ago.�

          On the edge of the clearing, Kain stopped and looked back. The reflection of the flames danced across his purple armour, illuminating him like a God of War.

          �Oh, and by the way,� he said, his face shining in the flames. �I have a massive willy.�

          And with the witch howling after him, Kain, his spear, and his massive willy, disappeared into the forest.
* * *
Rydia didn't want to beg. She really didn't. But she was starting to feel it now.

          As the cock she was servicing released the contents of its balls into her waiting mouth, she felt another twinge down there and had a nearly overwhelming urge to rub herself senseless...

          But of course, she couldn't. Why wouldn't they just... fuck her!?

          They'd had no problem with doing it two nights ago! And now, after what felt like days of having hot, smelly cocks rubbed against her and having her face shoved in it, she was so turned on she could scream.

          And she couldn't do that either! What did she have to do, prostrate herself before the men who were using her as a blow-up sex doll!? How could she do a thing like that...!?

          However... the urge to be fucked into oblivion was almost overpowering her pride... and she realised, with a bitter taste in her mouth*

*(Figuratively speaking; her mouth was occupied with the taste of other things right now)

that she was very close to breaking.

          Maybe she was a slut? She didn't want to think so, but...

          Fuck me! flashed her mind. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!

          Fuck me!!
Meanwhile, Rosa was wanking men off with her feet as her tits were licked clean of fruit juice. It was a good way of discharging her duties while keeping her hands free to masturbate over Rydia's raunchy responsibilities. Her own worst impulses were telling her to leap on Rydia's hot body and show her an amazingly good time, which, had she known how much Rydia would be up for that, she would have thrown people out the way to leap on that bed and do, over and over again. Unfortunately for Rydia, Rosa was enjoying herself too much to even move. So much so that when the candy-floss seller came to complain to Rosa again, she was so horny that she fucked him behind her stall while the baker watched.

          And so the crowd split into two: on the Main Stage was Rydia, wailing silently as she lamented being born a woman, and on the Supporting Stage was Rosa, who was fucking random men while being smothered in fruit smoothies, all the while staring at her friend being molested.

          But the crowd was thinning, because even as supercharged as the perfume had left them, and even as effectively as Rosa had discharged her duties, they were still only human and it had been a long, long day. This didn't make much difference to Rosa and Rydia, who were still serving one after another in rapid succession, but it did go to show how late the hour was finally getting.

          Rydia moaned silently as she writhed in the horror of her own arousal. It just wasn't going away! She had made a clumsy attempt to wrap her manacled legs around some random guy's hips (it didn't matter who anymore � anyone with a cock would do!) and then jump on his cock and sink all the way down to the ball sack, but the chains had gotten in the way and he had shown no desire to rape her little brains out even though she very clearly needed a fuck!!!

          �SON OF A BIIIIIIITCH!� she screamed, getting more cum up her arm as a reward. She screwed up her eyes in frustration, and when she opened them again she noticed that it was darker, and the stars were starting to come out against the amber sky.

          The rigours of a twelve-hour long tit fucking had taken its toll on Rydia (and most, if not all the men she was satisfying) and the exhaustion of being used as a cock sheath along with the constant roar and cheer of the crowd had left her hearing diminished. At first, she barely registered the town clerk's call for last orders � and didn't imagine that he was referring to her � but was soon brought violently to comprehension as the men around her started to go absolutely wild.

          They were jumping like chimps, smacking their love monkeys with a ferocity that the green-haired cum canvas had hardly seen up till now. Sure, they had been excited by her shapely body, her prettily sensual face and wonderfully comfy love cushions, and had been more than eager to soil her for their own amusement, but never had they gone absolutely insane with lust in the way they seemed to be now. But of course, that was because they had had all day; now that they only had another five minutes of Rydia, they were going to give her everything they had.

          �Aaah!� cried Rydia noiselessly as her arm chains were suddenly pulled tight and she was thrown back onto the bed in the same position she had started, spread-eagled with her limbs held taut and ready for anything they had to throw at her. She struggled to regain some semblance of the freedom she had enjoyed, but she was back to being a powerless tit-cushion again.

          Her shock was complete as she was literally leapt upon by three crazy-eyed individuals who pointedly did not stick their willies in her eager and waiting love pocket, but instead grappled with each other by way of an unhygienic swordfight for the privilege of shoving their blade in between her ample cleavage. One won, and the other two improvised by using the backside of Rydia's knee and one of her underarms to give themselves a frenetic, warm and damp jerk-off session. Rydia gave up on the cries, finally, during a succession of weird and alternative feelings involving friction and heat, and then sogginess in the arm- and knee-pit areas, which just felt revolting.

          And then there were ten in the bed, and before anyone even had a chance to start singing there were a dozen, and then fifteen, with more leaping on top of each other to get a feel of the summoner's hot and ready body...

          And Rydia started to say the word, �No!� but didn't get very far, not only because she couldn't talk, but also because she had temporarily made a shape with her face that was the exact perfect location and circumference to allow the passage of an amazingly accurate stream of cum, that plopped into her mouth and right down her throat. She coughed it up instantly and it came out of her nose, of all places.

          And then the bed broke. But a waterbed doesn't just break � it bursts. And the man-pile on top of and around Rydia fell apart, being swept to the side in a torrent of water that spewed all over the stones, sweeping aside the barrels of lube and breaking two or three of them (which were, thankfully, empty by now). Rosa found herself suddenly struck by a short, but powerful wave that washed her sticky body clean and left her naked and dripping in the evening air. Rydia hit the ground with an inaudible, �Oof!� leaving her sodden and dripping on the tattered remains of her sexy prison, still chained to the ground.

          All the above triggered a kind of silence, a temporary break in the madness that had led them to this stage, and everyone stepped back, nervously, wondering what, if they weren't allowed to fuck the girl, would happen now that they'd fucked the bed to death?

          The town clerk cleared his throat, nervously, the man of authority in this hour of uncertainty.

          �Well, yes...� he said. �Shall we, ehm... Shall we call it a day, then?�

* * *
The remains of Rydia's shredded clothing, dignity and self-respect lay matted to her exposed body as she was unhooked from the chains that bound her by four very careful men who did not fuck her, and then lifted bodily onto her feet. She was forced to bend forward over one of the barrels that was still intact as her hands were tied behind her back, and she was not fucked. She was grabbed on each shoulder and led away from the town square towards the bathhouse, where she would not be fucked.

          A small crowd did follow her, but she was not fucked. She was led into the bar at the front of the bathhouse � where she was not fucked � and then through the back to the women's only bath area. As the wave of steam hit her with its caressing humidity, she was taken back to the time not so long ago, when she had last been here, and could not expect to not be fucked by random strangers at the first opportunity.

          As she was lowered into the refreshing water to soothe all of the morning's ill feeling, she even spread her legs. Nothing. No one was taking advantage of her.

          They were lathering her with soap and cleaning her body to wash off all the sweat and cum, but she didn't give a flying fuck about any of this. She felt around at the bottom of the pool with her feet, but it was almost entirely flat, and there was no convenient rock or anything sticking out that she could sit on and fuck herself to orgasm.

          What was wrong with her? She was cranky, and horny, and not being molested.

          �I need a fuck!� she declared emphatically to the heavens.

          But no one could hear.
Rydia, tired and horny, had been half-carried to her cell underneath the courthouse, which seemed to be serving as her new home now that she was a sex slave. She hadn't seen Rosa all day and was disappointed to see that she wasn't here. She liked Rosa and was worried about her, even though she was a lesbian rapist.

          But back to what was important: she had been so hopeful that she'd be free to frig herself stupid once she was safely tucked away in bed, but even that small pleasure was denied her. They had dumped her back in her cell and had tied her up � not uncomfortably � but her arms and legs were so well-bound to each other that she couldn't even move them from her sides. She writhed and twisted, but couldn't get any purchase on her bonds. She couldn't even rub herself against anything. And she was really horny.

          Lying on the sad sacking on the floor that served as her bed, Rydia knew that, exhausted as she was, there was no way she was ever going to get to sleep without giving her hips and happy-place a decent work-out. So rather than fall into despair, she weighed up her options.

          In front of her was a dog bowl filled with red wine, with her asset number �9127� written on the side. Aww, that was so nice of them.

          Bastards!!

          There was also a small plate with some vegetables, bread, fruit and a large chunk of salami sausage that was to serve as her dinner.

          I'm going to fuck this sausage, she decided, and set her mind to the task.

          Edge had decided to keep her aroused all day and then break her will by not giving her the relief she craved (a bit too much).

          But Edge hadn't accounted for Rydia's cunning, and now the little sexpot's brain was buzzing with possible ideas on how to shove a salami up her pussy.

          No, that wasn't right... She wasn't going to get it up there. What she had to do was bring herself down there.

          And to do that, she had to find a wedge, somewhere to shove the sausage so it would stay in an upright position long enough for her to ride herself to oblivion.

          She looked around her small wine cellar, trying to find somewhere to jam a phallus with her teeth. At length, she found a broken, upturned wine rack with a gap between two pieces of wood that might be the perfect size and shape for packing a meat dildo for sex.

          With complicated wiggling, she moved her bound and sweaty body over to her relief station and with a force borne of lust jammed the salami into the crack as hard as she could.

          She held her breath as she waited to see if it would stand up. It would. So far, so good.

          Her arm and ankle manacles were fastened to each other on either side, so she couldn't stand up, but could do a complicated upright crouching stance that allowed to straddle, after a fashion, over the erect pole standing proud in the centre of her prison. It took her a few attempts, but she managed to stand over it, pussy positioned perfectly for love.

          Looking down hungrily, she said out loud (but silently):

          �I'm going to rape you, salami.�

          And then she squatted, and with the full force of her lust burning inside her loins she pounded herself onto that sausage, jamming the whole length of it inside her pussy with a shuddering (silent) gasp.

          It was massive. And the circumference was wider than any human cock she'd ever ridden before, so it was tight squeeze. It filled her so fully that for a moment she wasn't sure she'd be able to get it out again, and hoped that when she rose her hips from their indecent squat that the meat would stay in place and slide out neatly from the hungry grasp of her pussy walls.

          A shudder started inside and suddenly spread to her heart and head.

          �YES!!� she screamed. �Oh my God, that is SO GOOD!!�

          And she meant it. This was the most wonderful cock in the history of meat. This was Grade-A beef. Her pussy was made to fit this slab of salami.

          �And now... oh, please don't disappoint me! Please let me fuck myself! Please let me fuck myself! ...YES!!�

          She raised her hips and the sausage stayed where it was, jammed into the ground. Her hungry pussy let go of it with a sickeningly decadent �schlurp�.

          And then...

          She brought her hips down again!

          �Ye~ehsss...� she wept, tears falling down her cheeks as she wound up for another satisfying thrust. �Oh ye~eh~eh~eh~ehsss...!!�

          And then Rydia did what she never thought she'd do: she made herself into a salami sex slave.

          Yes, she was that salami's bitch and she knew it. Anything that salami asked her to do, she would gladly do it, no matter how deranged or perverse it might be. She'd crawl through mud for that salami. She's debase herself body and soul for that salami...

          What was she thinking about!?

          �I don't love you!� she cried, tearfully. �I just want your meat, you fucking sexy sausage! Uhh!!�

          There was something hot and therapeutic about talking dirty out loud, but in a way that no one could hear. It let her exorcise her deeper thought processes without spoiling the (admittedly feeble) illusion of innocence.

          �All those creeps just want my boobs! But I'll show them! While they're busy wanking off my boobs, I'll be saving the best fucking pussy they'll ever see for a salami dildo! And Rosa, with her lesbian nonsense � I'll take a nice, hairy cock any day!

          �They call me a slut, but I'm not a slut! I'm not! This piece of salami is the first � out of a hundred men � that I've ever actually wanted to have sex with! Who didn't have to drug me or Confuse me or put me to Sleep! Who didn't just want to cum on my tits!

          �I love this salami � so I'm gonna fuck it to death! How do you like that, village of the perverts!? I'm not gonna fuck any of you! I'm gonna give my virginity (sort of) to a sausage instead!!

          �Uh! Uh-! AAAHH-!!�

          She froze. She tensed every muscle in her body as she shivered uncontrollably. She had the peculiar, yet all-too-familiar and beloved feeling of her life draining out of her via her quivering pussy, and felt it being replaced by a feeling of fulfilment and quiet serenity.

          She stayed on the sausage till her legs became weak; and then, when she could take it no more, she removed herself from the phallus and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

          As she lay panting on the ground, she had the peculiar impulse to shove the salami in her mouth and lick it clean... but that was just ridiculous. It was a salami, not a cock!

          Not that she should suck a cock... Damn it, this day had really screwed her up!

          She lay on the ground a while longer, comfortable yet uncomfortable at the same time. She felt inner fulfilment, but the ground was too hard to sleep on, and she really needed to summon the energy to get to her makeshift bed.

          But how could she after such a mind-shattering orgasm as that? Never had a climax in the history of sex been so well deserved as that one.

          As she lay, thinking loosely about the value of pride, and whether it was or was not so shameful to have given herself fully for the first time to an inanimate object, she suddenly felt her stomach rumbling, and realised that the food that she had already eaten was not enough to make up for her continued and frenzied exercise throughout this horrible day.

          And she looked at the salami, erect and dripping right in front of her face.

          �No,� she said, not taking her eyes off of it.

          But as her stomach rumbled again, it seemed that biology had other ideas.

          Oh yes, this was definitely a shameful episode.

          �Ohh... but I just masturbated with that,� she moaned, as she opened her mouth wide and ate her dildo.
Rosa was short on options.

          Esuna hadn't cured them. She suspected it was because the effect was more chemical than magical, but all she knew for sure was that it didn't work.

          Attempting to Cure them just had the unfortunate side effect of re-energising their libidos and regenerating their sperm.

          Dispel had much the same effect as Esuna, which was to say, nothing.

          There was no chance she was going to risk turning them Berserk, and they were somehow immune to Confuse and Hold, probably because of the effect of the perfume, but it may just have been because Edge had protected them somehow. Again, she didn't know.

          Libra just gave her a sperm count, which was more information than she ever needed.

          Reflect had had the interesting effect of sending their sperm shooting back at them, but with the unfortunate side effect that it encouraged them to have sex with her in close quarters.

          Any attempt to Slow them down just made it last longer. Any attempt to Haste them just made it worse.

          And Teleport didn't work inside towns!

          Of course, the simplest way to stop the gangbang that she was now taking part in would be to cast Holy � but she didn't want to hurt these people as, technically, they weren't responsible for their actions. And Edge knew that and had told them that, so she couldn't frighten them with a burst of white balls.

          And the Red Wings couldn't help because they were raping her!

          So as Rosa was being screwed up against the rock where only two days previously Rydia had cowered on top of as a cum-target, she reflected that there was really only one option she could try, now that her MP had almost been exhausted by countless attempts to escape � unsuccessfully. There wasn't much scope for a white mage to escape a gangbang without breaking her vow not to use magic to hurt other human beings.

          God, she wished she had her bow and arrows!

          Rosa had been surprised when she had suddenly regained her ability to speak after the day's activities, but seeing Rydia still thrashing about with muted cries had convinced her that it wasn't a time-sensitive ability after all, and that somehow she had recovered before Rydia. Her operating theory was that her body had rejected whatever effect Edge had cast on her (which was non-magical, she was sure) as her immune system was refreshed by copious amounts of fruit juice being slathered on her body for hours on end. By contrast, Rydia was just munching down Marmite and candy-floss, so she had failed to get the same health benefits.

          There's a lesson in there somewhere.

          She had tried to run after the waterbed had exploded and the villagers were distracted, and had managed to evade her pursuers for a short time by casting Slow on them and sprinting past. But although she was fit, she wasn't used to running much and soon got out of breath, having to duck in and out of buildings to avoid capture. She racked her brains to try and find an effective method of escape, but all attempts to use her repertoire of spells had resulted in the unfortunate results listed above.

          And then she'd come across a document attached to a wall in a small but official-looking residence, which unknown to her was the meeting place where the architects of Rosa and Rydia's degradation had first met to discuss their options. The professional presentation of the wall chart � which had been carefully crafted by the town clerk � was spoiled somewhat by the childish scrawl of Edge's handwriting, where he had felt the need to add some note or other.
ASSET 9127 USER SERVICE AGREEMENT

Day One: Tit Orgy

Day Two: Cock Sucking (she'll actually do this!)

make her beg

Day Three: Cum Bath (Literally)

can this be done? Get back to me. v.interested in logistics

Day Four: Gangbang!

if she plays nice if not, go back to step one

Day Five: Anything! Anything at all! She'll do it!

I know her: day two she'll lose her pride, same day she'll beg for sex, then go mad in day three when we don't DON'T DON'T give it to her, and then in day four she'll be so happy that you'll have a grateful little sex slave; no no, thank me later - edge
Rosa screwed her face up in disgust. What a horrible plan! Did they really intend to do these things to poor Rydia? She had been told what they were planning... but not to this extent.

          It was Edge's plan to free them before it got too far, but what if he failed or changed his mind? If this was just a five-day plan, what would happen if they were kept here for months?

          She had to run! She had to get out of here and find help!
She had failed, and they had captured her. But her conviction remained.

          It had to be now! She had to escape now! But first, she had to get out of this hot spring!

          What she intended was dangerous enough without the risk of drowning in a natural hot tub, or being crushed by the bodies of the men who had re-captured her and, as a reward, were allowed to use her as a serving-girl.

          And who, after moving the party from the back-of-house area into the woman's only area of the hot spring, had gotten drunk and started to take advantage of their nubile waitress.

          The sex slave formerly known as Rosa collapsed, gasping as one of her jailers finished up with her and rejoined his friends. They were having a raucous drinking party, of which she was nothing more than a distraction.

          Now or never...!

          Rosa leapt for the foliage surrounding the hot spring, and hauled herself up on the rocky lip of the crater. They shouted and chased, and would definitely have caught her if she hadn't been so prepared.

          �Mini,� cast Rosa, and shrank to tiny proportions.

          She hid in the leaves of a safely out-of-the-way bush as the massive men thundered past, shouting in their booming voices, not doubt crying out, �Where is she?� and �Which way did she go?�

          When she was confident they had passed, she began her dangerous journey.

          Her first thought had been to rescue Rydia, but on further analysis she decided that there would be too many guards, even if she could overcome her sudden and worrying bouts of lust whenever she was in her presence. It would be so much easier if Rydia could cast her spells, but she was worried that the second she laid eyes on her, Rosa would lose all desire to free her slutty companion and instead make passionate love to her struggling body.

          And trying to confront Edge would not go well, she was sure. If he could give them Silence at will, and she had no offensive spell she was willing to use against him, then what good could she do? There was no guarantee a Charm spell would even work against him.

          So she would have to flee into the forest and find help. Hopefully help in the form of Kain.

          �Where are you, Kain?� she squeaked as she climbed a shrubbery.

The night watchman, exhausted after taking the green-haired girl's titties roughly seven times, barely registered the stranger walking through the night towards his position. He yawned and stretched, before holding out his hand to discharge his duties.

          �Hold there, stranger,� he said kindly. �Friend or... GGAAAGH!�

          He was impaled by a spear that was thrust through his body and half-way into the wooden post he was leaning against. The stranger then stalked up to him and callously retrieved his lance by ripping it clean from the gate-post, which splintered and fell to the ground with a crash, before shaking off the body still attached to the end.

          �No mercy,� said Kain in an oddly nasal voice.
Rydia was bitterly regretting eating the salami, because one orgasm just wasn't enough.

          �Ohhh...!� she moaned silently. �Why does no one ever give me the satisfaction I deser...�

          She stopped as she looked at her surroundings, which had suddenly, inexplicably, changed.

          �No...� she said, looking around at the familiar surroundings. �Oh no, not now...!�

          �Rydia?� came a familiar voice. �What are you wearing?�

          �Mayor Edge! Mayor Edge!�

          Frantic voices disturbed the Ninja Lord's reverie � and, hidden from view under his desk, his blowjob � as a couple of pale-faced villagers burst into his office.

           recognised them instantly.

          �Ah, town clerk... and the baker! I've met your wife � twice.�

          �Um, oh, eh, really? But mayor, something terrible has happened!�

          �Oh, it usually does,� sighed Edge waving languidly. �What is it this time?�

          �It's the asset girl,� said the baker, frantically. �The green-haired one � she's disappeared!�

          �Disappeared?� he said, making to stand up quickly and nearly getting his dick bitten off in the process. He sank back into his seat with a whimper. �I... gosh... man, that was close... I thought I told you to keep her tied up at all times! How in the name of Zemus' balls did you let her get away?�

          �No, she didn't run away! She just... vanished... into thin air! The guards went to check up on her � and she was gone!�

          Edge sat back for a second and thought. Now he could see why the villagers looked like they'd seen a ghost. This was officially a �hiccup�. And now he knew exactly what he had to do.

          �Ah,� he said. �Right. That sounds very Phantom World-y. I really don't want to get involved in this. So I'm gonna go now.�

          And then he withdrew his penis from the baker's wife (who gave a disappointed moan) and zipped up his trousers, gathering a few things around his desk (including the town's finances) and putting them into his haversack.

          The clerk did not understand. �What? But, Mr Major...!�

          �Oh no, no,� said Edge, clasping the clerk by the shoulders companionably. �I'm not the mayor anymore. It's proved too much for me. We need someone with more drive and better organisational skills. So you're the mayor now.�

          The new mayor opened and closed his mouth a few times before spluttering, �M-me? But... But I can't...!�

          �Sure you can,� said Edge, nearly out of the door now. �You're a better man than I am, and I mean that very sincerely. So I'm gonna go now, and leave you to deal with... all this.�

          He went to leave, but stopped at the threshold. He looked back over his shoulder.

          �Oh, and tell your wife thanks.�

          �My...? But, I don't think you've ever met my wife.�

          �I know you don't, but that doesn't change reality. OK, bye, then.�

          �But wait! Where are you going?�

          �Me?� said Edge, turning back. �I'm going to leave while there's still a here to get out of.�

          �But... I don't understand...�

          �Listen,� said Edge, walking back towards the new mayor. �Here's some free advice that'll keep you in good stead during your short time as mayor: eidolons are scary. Don't forget that, OK?�

          And then he turned and ran away.

          �But... what's an eidolon?�

          �Good man!� called Edge from halfway across the street.

          The man who was formerly the town clerk stood in the office � which was missing quite a few sculptures and paintings that used to be there before Edge took office � and looked out the open door the former mayor had just run through. He still did not understand.

          �What's an eidolon?� he asked the air.
Rydia sat, still in her bondage gear, in the house of the mighty Leviathan, King of the eidolons and his wife Ashura, her clothing ripped and torn in the most revealing places, the fabric stained with white marks and smelling faintly of candy-floss and salami. Around her stood her eidolons � Titan, Ramuh, and all the rest, here to see the last daughter of Mist, the dignified wielder of their colossal power.

          �Hi,� said Rydia, putting a brave face on, but still Silenced.

          Ashura's current face stared in open-mouthed horror at the indecent slip of a girl who was now lying on her new carpet wearing belts and manacles and obviously getting ready for the sort of thing this little whore liked to do with her time. She thought of the nice, innocent little girl that had first come to live with them, and felt horrified that she had turned into such a wanton slut.

          �You are debauched, girl!�

          Rydia tried to protest: �It's not my fault these things happen to me!� but all that came out was silence and a lot of angry gesturing. Asura cast Esuna and suddenly her straps fell off and the words all started flying out � and the language! The filth that was spilling from that young lady's mouth!

          �Silence!� thundered Leviathan, and Rydia shut up quickly. She had only seen Leviathan angry once before, and that was during the last time she was here, after the whole drunken, Berserk...

          Wait a minute... Rydia had a moment of clarity where she suddenly remembered inserting a tentacle into her...

          �Oh my God, I raped a tentacle...�

          �I said silence!� shouted Leviathan once more, with an embarrassed sideways look at his wife. Asura was not impressed.

          Oh yes, Rydia did rape Leviathan.

          And each of Asura's three heads (it was quite a night).

          �We have summoned you back to see if you've learned your lesson. Have you learned your lesson, Rydia?�

          �Yes,� replied Rydia meekly, still reeling from the sudden revelations playing in her mind.

          �And what is the lesson?�

          �...I've got to stop raping people.�

          �The lesson is self-restraint!! Can you show self-restraint, Rydia?�

          �Yes.�

          �Then why are you masturbating!?�

          �Whoops.�

          �Honestly, you are just... Fine! Bring forth the Accuser!�

          Rydia froze as she heard the familiar pat-pat of feet, as the Wronged Party approached the Phantom Court.

          �Wark!� said Chocobo.

          He looked at the green-haired girl crossly, who in turn gave an embarrassed giggle.

          �Chocobo,� said Leviathan, addressing Rydia's victim directly. �As is our custom, you may dictate the punishment. What do you choose?�

          �Wark!�

          �And I think we all heard that.�

          �He just said 'Wark'!� complained Rydia. �That's not even a word!�

          �Rydia!�

          �But, Leviathan...!�

          �Enough! As is our custom, and as decreed by Chocobo � by way of Wark � I now begin the sentencing.

          �As punishment for your heinous and frenzied crimes, you are sentenced to become Chocobo's love slave for one week. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Rydia of Mist?�

          Rydia raised her sweat-streaked face. Her heartbeat quickened and her chest, naked but for the scraps of clothing that stubbornly clung to her slimy, glistening body, rose and fell as her breathing became quicker. Her cheeks reddened underneath her dishevelled hair, which clung to her face in clumps, matted with the remaining sweat and cum, and her mouth opened through her exhaustion to break into a naked smile.

          Rydia felt joy in her heart and a massive itch in her pussy that was about to be scratched by a massive chocobo penis.

          �I can't wait,� she purred.

          Without any further ceremony, Chocobo said �Wark!� excitedly and leapt at the teenage girl. She screamed as he ground himself into her, and continued to scream as she was pounded again and again into oblivion for the entirety of the following week.

          �Yes, Chocobo! Yes!� she screamed. �Yes!!�
But a week in the Phantom World is only a few moments in the living world...
And back in the living world...

          Things had gone rather awry, and after using the last of her MP to cancel the spell to escape a relentless cat, Rosa found herself growing, suddenly, in the centre of a town gripped by panic.

          What remained was a horde of magically aroused men who had just had their green-haired sex pet stolen from them...

          And a naked Rosa in the centre.

          The white mage took a step back, eyes wide with apprehension as a hundred erect cocks swung towards her like she was Magnetic North.

          She backed into a naked man, and looking down saw his penis sticking out between her own thighs and rubbing against her hidden lady-parts. She froze, knowing what was going to happen next.

          An image of a fully-clothed, yet somehow always indecent Rydia flashed in her mind.

          �But I'm not... like that...� she protested.
          �Hey! Who are � WOOAARGH!!�

          Kain lopped the man's head off with a single swipe and stood in the centre of the street, pondering.

          Where to look first...?
Edge, who was trying to make his way out of town, saw the dragoon lop off the head of one of his former charges, and doubled back, quickly jumping into a nearby building to avoid detection. There was going to be a massacre, he could just feel it, and it was gonna be a lot safer to just hide it out than try and get past that monster...
She had no MP, no weapon, and was naked in the centre of a town full of Charmed sex addicts, who despite their day-long orgy of satisfaction were very worked up at the moment and would like nothing better than to work their frustrations out on a beautiful, sexy woman, of a kind they would never get to see again in their lives. Her only hope of escaping with her honour relatively intact was for Kain to sweep to her rescue... right now.

          The dragoon, after careful consideration, started his search for his beloved in the opposite direction.

          �Oh no,� said Rosa, as more people flooded into the town square.
* * *
There was a �pop� in the air, and Rydia came back, refreshed... and powerful.

          She was fully rested and fully dressed. The only evidence of her week-long bestial orgy were a few yellow feathers that protruded clumsily from her hair, of which Rydia was completely oblivious. Not that she was really ashamed. She'd had a great week � it was like a holiday. And now she was back and ready to get back to work.

          Now, where the fuck was Edge?

          One of the villagers stumbled across the street, naked and clearly on the run from something. He stopped, surprised as he saw the fully dressed and freshly-fucked Rydia glowing in front of him.

          �It's you...!� he gasped, stretching out his arms to grasp her.

          Rydia recognised him. It was him. The first fucker. The wanker who had started this with his perverted drive-by shooting.

          �Flare,� said Rydia.
Kain's attention was drawn by a massive explosion on the other end of the village. After having spent 30 fruitless minutes trying to find Rosa inside houses, this looked like a good place to look.

          He took to the skies and leapt across the rooftops, on his way towards Rydia's position.

          Which was nowhere near Rosa's.

          He spied a group of men running towards something and descended on them like a Bat Out of Hell.
          �Oh!� said Rosa, being pummelled. �Oh! Oh!�

          Bits of debris fell down on top of the crowd, but went unnoticed by the men who were pleasuring themselves with the blond-haired girl's body. At the back of the crowd, however, people were starting to think that maybe something very, very bad was going on...
Three men rounded the corner, running in blind panic to escape the thrusty point of Kain's lance � but not so blind they couldn't see the stunning, delectable Rydia standing in middle of the street in front of them. They stopped and stared at her, goggle-eyed, not recognising her at first on account of the fact that she was fully clothed.

          She smiled at them.

          Having been washed clean of the perfume after seven days of being a chocobo love-slave, the figure in front of them had no mystical hold over them, and as such they were not so drugged as to fail to register the danger oozing from that smile. They tensed, and prepared to run.

          Rydia took a step forward, and they legged it.

          �Oh no, you don't,� said Rydia. �You don't get to run away! I think a nice Blizzaga would freeze you in your tracks!�

          Shards of ice formed and exploded around the fleeing men, who collapsed as they fell victim to Rydia's rage.

          More curious villagers rounded the corner, and were made to regret it.

          �How about a Thundaga then?� she cooed, sweetly, as lightning descended from the heavens and electrified her booby-rapists.

          The survivors screamed and ran as the green-haired tit-monster followed, stepping slowly, menacingly towards them.

          �Oh no no,� she continued, an idea suddenly coming to her. �I know exactly what you deserve. I know what this whole town deserves!

          �Fuck with me!?� she screeched. �This is what happens when you fuck my boobs without permission!!

          �Bukkake Tsunami!!�
It started slowly. Rosa looked up and saw that, suddenly, unaccountably, the sky had turned pure white... but there hadn't been a single cloud all day.

          The new mayor, pulling his hair out with worry on account of the rampaging dragoon that he'd just found out was slaughtering his citizens, first noticed the pitter-patter of raindrops on the window. His first thought was, Oh dear, I'll have to get the washing in! But when he looked closer, he noticed that as the raindrops slapped against the window, they were sliding down the glass very slowly, as if viscous and oily. And also, they were white...

          �No,� he said. �That's impossible!�

          Not quite out of the village yet, Edge looked up.

          �Oh hell,� he said, ducking for cover.

          And then the roar of a tidal wave began.
The men who were fleeing from the crazed summoner were suddenly swept off their feet from behind, carried on a giant wave that seemed to come from nowhere. Their screams of panic were quickly added to by a dozen others who were caught up in the cataclysm.

          The wave of cum swept through the streets as Rydia laughed manically, screeching to the heavens as she delivered poetic justice.

          �I'm here, Rydia!� said the disembodied voice of the eidolon, Sperma Tozoa. �Are you sure you want to use my ability on them instead of yourself?�

          �Them!!� screamed Rydia. �Show them what it's like! Show them all the love!! Ahaha! Ahahahahaha!!�

          �What the hell!?� said Kain, jumping just in time to avoid the wave, which was crashing through the streets at about fifty miles-per-hour. From his vantage point in the sky he saw, too late, that Rosa was down there, in the square, and looked down, panicked, as the naked object of his affections was one of a dozen figures swept bodily off their feet by a giant wave of semen.

          �Augh!� she cried, trying to hold onto something.

          She was surrounded on all sides by screaming villagers and various flotsam and jetsam. A part of her fruit juice stall floated close by, shattered by the impact of the wave but still mostly intact, and she grabbed hold of it, using it as a life-raft in a sea of spunk. The stall jammed between a fallen tree and a building, and she stopped, hanging on for dear life, but it was a precarious situation and at any moment the creaking cum-soaked timbers would give way, and she would be lost to the rapids.

          �Rosa!!� Kain cried from atop of high building.

          �Kain!!� she cried back. And then, �Why do you have a peg on your nose?�

          �So that the smell of the perfume doesn't affect... never mind, grab my hand!!�

          �No, Kain! Find Rydia!�

          �The little girl?� he called back, confused. �Why?�

          When you see a giant tide of cum sloshing towards you, a number of strange thoughts rush through your brain. What Rosa had correctly surmised, just as she was about to lose her cum bath virginity, was that this had to have something to do with Rydia.

          Who else could do something like this? Who else would do something like this!?

          Uncharacteristically, Rosa swore in her head:

{For fuck's sake, Rydia...}

just as she was carried along for the ride.

          �It's got to be Rydia's doing!� she screamed at Kain. �Stop her! I don't want to die like this!!�

          Understandable, as I think you'll agree.

          �Ahahaha! Ah hahaha!� cried Rydia triumphantly, as her costume was showered in a typhoon of semen. Not that she noticed; all she cared about were the dismayed screams of her former tit-rapists, their bodies and houses smashed against each other in a maelstrom of cummy justice as the streets were cleared of all the filth.

          �I AM YOUR LORD AND MASTER!!!� she screamed. �NOW YOU DROWN IN MY SPERM, YOU WANKERS... AUGH!!�

          Her triumphant � and insane � scream was cut short by Edge striking the ground in front of her feet with a sleep bomb. She staggered back, rubbing her eyes, which due to the effect of her cummy spell, just served to blind her with the dripping globs of semen oozing from her face.

          Through her one remaining eye (although her vision was impaired by messy blobs of cum dribbling from her brow) she saw the ninja and raised her arm with the last of her bodily strength and said,

          �Meteo...�

          �NOOO!!!� screamed Edge, leaping to the side and taking cover, arms above head, ready for the sky to fall on his head and blow him to smithereens.

          His heartbeat thundered in his ears for a good long while before he realised that he was still in one piece. Carefully, he raised his head, and looked at the sky. It was still pure white, with no giant meteorite in sight.

          He breathed a sigh of relief. That could have been very nasty.

          Edge look at Rydia, who had thankfully passed out before completing her spell. Her fall had been cushioned by a bed of damp and messy cum, and she lay peacefully in the middle of a rapidly-draining puddle, her angelic face so relaxed that Edge almost reconsidered what he was about to do.

          But she had tried to kill him, so he deserved some compensation.

          �Yeah, she gets a bit crazy when she's been slathered in sperm.�

          The voice came from nowhere, but Edge figured that it had to be some eidolon, and probably the one that had caused all this.

          �Who are you, man?� he asked, kneeling down by the unconscious girl.

          �I'm Tozoa, and I'm gonna go now. You can probably go ahead and have sex with her now, she really gets off on this kind of thing.�

          �Yeah, I know,� said Edge, dragging Rydia's unconscious body by the tits. �Thanks... disgusting, weird eidolon dude.�

          �You know she sometimes masturbates thinking about you...?�

          �Yeah, I don't need to know that. Thanks, bye...�
Rydia came round, shortly, to find a pair of hands on her tits. It took her a little time to collect her thoughts � how did she get here? Why was the road moving away from her? - but when she did, she realised that she was being dragged down the street in the village where she had been made into a tit slave.

          �Wha...?� she said, blearily, rubbing her eyes with a cummy hand.

          Her body stopped sliding, and she suddenly fell backwards as the support on her back was withdrawn. She lay staring up at the sky, and towering over her was Edge.

          �Oh good, you're awake. I was getting tired of dragging you.�

          She sucked her breath in through her teeth. �You're dead, Edge! You can't talk your way out of this one!�

          �Oh, I don't know,� said Edge. �I can be quite... Charming...�

          The effect was instantaneous, and struck as suddenly and as hard as his Silence trick the other day. Rydia felt a sudden lightness in her body and a small moan escaped her lips. Her strength suddenly ebbed away and she could only lie there, on her back, looking up at the man to whom she now had some sort of mystical connection. He grinned.

          �Glad that worked first time,� said Edge.

          �What did you do?� said Rydia, and the words were not coming out as easily as they normally would.

          �There's been a slight change of plan and I can't duck out of town as easily as I'd like. I figure Rosa's gonna spill the beans about what I've been up to and old longshaft is then going to try and kill me. So, Rydia, while we're waiting, you're going to fuck me. And I'm going to give your tits a try � I've heard some great things and I'd hate to miss out. Now get up and follow me.�

          He kept talking as he led Rydia by the hand through the slippery streets of the ruined village, to his nefarious layer and site of the Final Battle. On the other side of the village, Rosa lay kneeling in the square, exhausted by her ordeal and waiting for her Lancelot to show up with his big willy. Kain himself had been blown aside by a cum-typhoon before he could get close to Rydia, and was now finding his way back to his beloved, where they would escape this village together, once and for all.

          But things were not over yet for Rydia.

          �I bet you thought you were done being a tit-slave,� continued Edge, deftly dodging cum-pools and fallen cum-stained masonry. �But Rydia? You'll always by my tit-slave.�

          He looked back into her emerald eyes, which were smouldering with promises of all sorts of horrible, nasty ways she was going to get her revenge.

          �Oh, be honest with yourself! I know you too well, Rydia. With all this blowing people up and... other stuff that I'm not going to even ask about, you'll have worked yourself into such a frenzy that your slutty body's going to be crying out for cock. I bet it's happening right now, and however much you may moan and complain, a part of you is glad you're going to get your brains fucked out, and Rydia...� He stopped and drew her face-to-face with himself. �I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll have no choice but to love me. You'll remember this night for the rest of your life. You'll masturbate to the memory of the things I'm going to show you in my Love Dungeon.�

          Rydia wanted to spit in his face, to refute his ridiculous boasts, but she was bound to obey him by some mystical power. But with Edge it was all trickery... find the trick, and break the spell...

          �You're not smart enough!� he said, reading her thoughts. �And anyway � lie back! Enjoy! You are going to love this...!�
With all other plot elements tied up and dumped at the bottom of a valley three miles away where the disgusting tsunami had deposited them, the last principals of this story prepared to square up to one another � but first they were going to enjoy a bit of sex.

          But what of Rosa and Rydia's cummy appearance, I hear you ask? (No? Was that just the voices in my head?)

          As Edge had suspended his sense of smell with ninja supplements (available in all good ninja health stores) he wasn't able to experience the full horror of what had happened, and decided to believe that his girl was just well-lubricated, rather than showered in the semen of a billion men.

          He didn't worry about the little things, did our Edge.

          Kain also had the peg over his nose, and his love of Rosa far outweighed the messiness of her nasty, nasty appearance. Also, she had made a bit of an effort to wipe herself clean, something that hadn't even occurred to Rydia, who wore it like an unfashionable jumper you have to wear on Christmas Day because your granny knitted it for you. Even in her semen-encrusted shame of ill-use, Rosa was already preparing herself for the uncomfortable conversation she was going to have to have with Rydia � that girl was so far off the rails she couldn't even see the track anymore.

          Kain arrived back at the square, having finally succeeded in finding his love after running about searching in vain (and slaughtering a few more villagers in the process) to find her kneeling patiently for his return. Her hair was dishevelled and filthy, and in her nudity she looked so helpless and vulnerable... and dripping.

          Kain wasn't rocking the look � he wasn't that kind of a man. He liked the pure and untainted Rosa of everyday rather than the messed-up slut look that the little girl seemed to prefer. Kain didn't like her � she was a wanton hussy and only tolerated her because of Cecil. And also the guilt of blowing up her village and killing everyone there, but he'd already apologised for that, so he didn't have to go out of his way to like her, did he?

          �Rosa!� he cried, running to her aid. �Are you hurt?�

          �Kain!� she called back. �You came!�

          Which was a poor choice of words in the circumstances.

          �Curses and shame couldn't keep me away, my love. I am sorry I could not be here sooner, but I had to prepare for battle.�

          �I'm just glad you're here now,� she said, embracing him in the square of the deserted village.

          Kain took stock of his surroundings. There were no people left, and the place was smothered in horrid human effluence... but why were there the shredded remains of a candy-floss machine, some balloons and a waterbed?

          �This place is hellish. Come, we must leave.�

          �No, Kain, we can't! I need to... clean myself. And there's no danger... not now you're here.�

          Kain growled, but did not argue.

          �Added to the fact, we need to find Rydia,� said Rosa.

          �And the boy. What happened to him?�

          �We'll... we'll talk about Edge in a little while. First, let's make our way to the bathhouse. I could do with a little scrubbing up before we go out to... confront Rydia.�

          �Should we not search her out now?�

          �I am worried about her, but she can take care of herself, now. If she hasn't turned up by the time we're finished, we'll go looking for her.�

          �By the time we're...? Rosa... you can't be thinking...�

          �Come on, Kain,� said Rosa, leading him by the hand. �I want to take a bath.�
As Kain and Rosa got sensual in the deserted hot springs, Edge, in his nefarious Love Dungeon, got to work on Rydia.

          �Now,� said he, slapping his dick between Rydia's tits. �Show me what you've learned.�

          To her shame and all-consuming rage, Rydia had learned quite a lot about pleasuring a man with her tits from all the men she had worked to orgasm, and wasted no time in grabbing her own tits, wrapping them around this dickhead's cock, and wanking him off with gusto. She looked up at him with hate-filled eyes as he patted her head.

          �Don't worry, darling � with the hypnosis I've put you under, you won't even remember this tomorrow. Ooh, you're good, by the way.�

          �You're never gonna get away with this,� she said.

          �You always say that. Say something different for a change, like, 'Ooh, Edge, your cock is so big!'.�

          Before she had time to snap back with a sharp retort, her mouth opened and quite independently from her will, Rydia said, �Ooh, Edge, your cock is sooo big!�

          �Oh my God, you are so susceptible it's not even funny. At least try and resist. I'd love that.�

          Rydia fumed in silence as she jiggled her tits up and down and up again, trying to make Edge cum. After a while, he spoke again.

          �I reserve judgement on the quality of this tick-fuck. Now suck me dry.�

          Rydia popped Edge's man-meat into her mouth and practised all the skills she had learned over the year, ever since her unfortunate encounter with the Malboro, where she was forced to give her first blowjob in exchange for her life. Since that time she had sucked so many cocks � human, monster, eidolon, faerie, that her talent had improved exponentially. In fact, all the collective sexual experiences of her young life had left her with such extraordinary skills that, unknown to her, she now gave the best tit-fuck in the entire world, and was world-class when it came to cocksucking.

          And she now brought those skills to bear on Edge.

          �Mm mummr moam meh,� she said.

          �Spoken like a true cock-slut,� he replied. �I don't know what you said and I don't care. Just suck me.�

          Tears of frustration formed in her eyes. She didn't want to do this! Not with him! Where was Rosa? Why was Rosa never here when she needed help? She was always there for her during battles, but when it came to sex, she was conspicuously absent!

          Edge shifted position as her talents started to bear fruit. �Now, I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to thank me.�

          �Mmf?� said Rydia, before slipping her mouth of his cock with a loud, �Mmaah.� She sat back, mouth open and tongue out, waiting for her master's cum.

          �Nooo...� she tried to say, but it just came out as a mumbled wail.

          �Oh yeeeeah,� said Edge, as he reached his height.

          He fired a jet of cum point-blank in Rydia's face. The first stream smacked into her philtrum, splashing up the side of her nose and hanging uselessly over her top lip and down into the gaping maw of her waiting mouth. He then came again, but this time hit her tongue, which flinched under the sudden invasion of her personal face. With his last push he dripped his paste directly into Rydia's mouth, making sure to coat the sensual summoner's tongue totally before wiping himself off on her cheek.

          �Thank you for cumming in my mouth,� said Rydia, and then spat the vile stuff onto the floor with feeling. She raised her head and glared at Edge, who smiled back, boyishly.

          �OK,� he said, rubbing his hands. �I give you an A for technique and a C for effort. Now it's time for the sex!�
In the hot spring, Kain and Rosa had stripped naked and were making love. The girl had her legs around his muscular waist as he ground his massive spearman into her royal pocket, sensuously savouring the tender experience. With his lips he kissed her, roughly, and moved to her neck and collarbone; she gasped in passion and continued to move her hips in concert with his own. She dug her nails into his back and drew them across his skin; he growled and licked her breasts, first one, then the other, kneading and sucking and licking in the way she liked. They had grown up together since childhood, and Cecil and Kain knew exactly what Rosa enjoyed, right back to those first fumbling encounters of their younger days. But now Kain was older, more rugged and forceful, and he offered her a different kind of pleasure than Cecil. While theirs was a love of mutual devotion, Kain took Rosa with an urgency, knowing that he could never truly own her as his friend did, and there was an emptiness in their meeting that was only filled with a deep and bestial longing. But still they made love, and revelled in each other, and Rosa cried her satisfaction to the heavens as Kain growled his frustrations to the ground.

          And then they were finished, and Rosa had been cleansed by Kain's essence. They left the pool together and dressed, Rosa having found some spare clothes. They were a little more plain than she would have usually worn (and a bit less revealing, truth be told) but they sufficed, for now. Kain polished his armour with the efficient discipline of a long-serving dragoon.

          Together, Rosa and Kain left the bathhouse.

          �There's someone we might have to fight,� she said.

          Kain put on his helmet, and prepared for war.
�In case you're wondering how I got this set up so quickly,� he said as he tightened the straps. �There's two things. One: I'm a ninja, and if there's one thing a ninja knows it's bondage...�

          Rydia whined through her gag as she was fastened into position, an indecent position that would give any man a free ride on the Rydia S&M fantasy bouncy castle.

          �Bit of an insight there,� the ninja continued, putting his skills to good use. �And two: This is actually what we planned to do with you in Day 3, after you had got down on your knees and begged for sex, which you were going to do! I didn't even see you last night, but I bet you were craving a bit of unguarded gang-bang action!�

          Rydia badly wanted to disagree, but she had fucked a salami, and it's hard to argue with evidence like that.

          �So we were gonna tie you up and let everyone do you one at a time. And in case you think I lack imagination, in Day 2 we were going to let you go on a number of different errands and tasks for people with the promise of sex, but it was only here, in this dungeon, in Day 3, that we were actually going to give you a good going over, by which time the shame of being tied up would make you understand your position and become a lovely, pliant little sex slave. Of course,� he said, finished with his preparations and looming over a bound and gagged Rydia with his cock erect. �It was never actually going to work. Because, as you know...�

          He took no heed of her muffled cries, nor her futile attempts to free herself from bondage as he leant in and, without adjusting his conversational tone, proceeded to enter Rydia's green-thatched pussy.

          �...I was going to rescue both you and Rosa at around about Day 4 or 5... probably 5, I would still have a lot of women to get through by the end of Day 4. And I could convince them to have an orgy with me by that point. I claim no false modesty, but that's definitely something I could have done.�

          Rydia continued to struggle as her tits bounced backwards and forwards to the rhythm of Edge's thrust. Spitting drool through the holes in her gag, she said something along the lines of �You'll never get away with this!� but she could only mumble in the cage of her body.

          Edge, who was well-versed in the language of the ballgag, understood her perfectly. �Yes, I think that might be the case, and that's the other reason the plan would never work: Kain. If he'd become a zombie like the other villagers, I think everything might have been fine, but then he wouldn't be Kain if he could be caught so easily. Incidentally,� he continued, kissing Rydia's face tenderly and ignoring the salty taste. �That's why I took you down here. I figure, if I'm going to get what's coming to me, then I might as well give you the same, you sexy, wanton little slut.�

          She spat venom at him as he shifted position. She did not like being called a slut.

          �Actually,� he gasped, breathless with his exertions and the sheer eroticism of the situation � he had never had the nerve to actually tie Rydia up and use her like this before, restricting himself to the odd tumble on lonely nights or one or two filthy sex acts, the kind that you wouldn't get a prostitute to do for any money, and being able to make love to her in what was, for him, a loving embrace was actually getting him more excited than the thought of whoring her out to an entire village (and this hadn't been the first time he'd done that � it was just the first time she'd known it was him). �If you stopped to think about it,� he continued. �We're actually a perfect match. You, with your sexual deviations � and be honest with yourself, they do exist, you can't deny that you were enjoying yourself on that waterbed, probably even playing a few games in your head � I wasn't even there and I know that � and me, with my brilliant mind for all things perverse.�

          He leaned in close until they were very intimate, grinding their bodies together as he looked her straight in the eyes. She opened hers wide, not liking for a moment what he was saying, but shocked at how well he had read her darkest thoughts, buried deep beneath a layer of false prudishness.

          �Because, Rydia,� he breathed as she wriggled silently beneath his thrusts, enjoying his technique but not understanding why. �When you get down to it, I'm the S, and you're the M.

          �Now take it like a bitch.�

          He leaned back suddenly and started to pound her pussy, and she was shocked how quickly the guilty pleasure suddenly blossomed within her pubic area, the warmth spreading to the rest of her body as she took his cock into her over and over again. Her cheeks went red, her eyes went wide. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but she wasn't sad or humiliated; and she moaned. She didn't want to, but throaty cries rose up from the holes of her gag.

          Edge, his keen mind having read Rydia body and soul, knew exactly how to make her cum. He knew what she liked even better than she did, and while it wasn't strictly true that Rydia was a masochist, she did have that exhibitionist side to her, and he had pierced it with his cock of logic and was now double-fucking her in the mind and body. Rydia had never felt better � even the salami had not been this good of a lay, and that had been a good sausage.

          But I don't want to be used by Edge! her pride cried, but it was overruled by her body and heart. Case dismissed. Time for an orgasm.

          But Edge deftly alternated the timing of his thrusts, and just as she was about to fall off the edge he brought her back, safely, to extend her pleasure even longer.

          She moaned and jerked within her bonds. She had the odd thought that her tits felt lonely, bouncing there happily without being used, and as if hearing it himself, Edge took a grasping handful and buried his head between them, alternately licking them one after the other. She wanted to wrap her legs around his back, but couldn't move within her restraints and felt oddly glad of the restriction, the thrill of bondage now exciting her in the throes of passion.

          Another peak... and then back again. When she finally came, it was going to be incredible, she could tell. Her body was the casino, the pleasure was the chips, and when it came time to cash the chips then all the executions by messy cum-bullets would have been worth it a thousand-fold.

          �Mmmmuuuuh!� she moaned, loudly, wondering why her mind kept wandering during moments of extreme pleasure. Casinos? Drive-by shootings? Why did she fantasise so much?

          �Here it comes, Rydia!� Edge cried, preparing to blow his load. �I want to cum in your pussy so much! But then you won't have learned your lesson!�

          Lesson? Rydia frowned. She didn't like where this was going.

          He gave her a few moments to contemplate this, and then pulled out of her suddenly. The shock made her climax, and her body jerked spasmodically within its bonds as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. This was incredible... by why had he stopped?

          Her gag was unfastened at the side and pulled free of her mouth, and Edge began his descent.

          �Oh no, Edge Edge Edge, no...!�

          But further cries turned to mumbles as her mouth was crammed full of ninja man-meat, and Rydia had no time to even think about sausages before he sprayed her full of nutritious man-milk.

          Just like in the innkeeper's office, he expelled himself with such force that the jet exploded inside her face and burst out of her nostrils, two strings hanging down from the holes. She gagged, but had no time to recover as his second shot invaded her mouth, and she was forced to swallow it down, the presence of his chibi-ninja making it hard to do anything but react to what was happening to her. He rubbed the inside of her mouth with his rapidly diminishing cock, savouring the moist feeling, and then pulled out, jumping off the table where his slave was gasping for breath.

          She went to spit the horrible taste out, but realised that she had been forced to swallow the whole load.

          And then she screeched like a banshee.
Kain heard the scream coming from a nearby house, and kicked in the door.
          �You bastard!� cried Rydia, coughing up cum. �You absolute tit!�

          �What?� said Edge, quickly pulling on his trousers. He'd heard the door of the house upstairs collapse inwards, and knew what it meant. �You wouldn't have enjoyed it otherwise.�

          �Wouldn't ha...? Y... You fucking...! Just when I was starting to...�

          �To what?� said Edge, leering at her. �What were going to say?�

          Rydia went even more red than she already was. �You... I... Uh... BASTARD!!�

          �Don't strain yourself, darling,� said Edge, fully dressed in a flash. �Anyway, you sit still, and with any luck Rosa'll be here to let you go... or, if you're really lucky, one of the villagers might come across you first and give you a nice, hot fucking. You'd like that, wouldn't you?�

          �I would not!� Rydia cried, straining once more against her bonds. �Let me go, you tit-wanker!�

          Edge refastened her ballgag again and went to leave. He paused at the doorway, ready for the Final Battle. �You know, I really hope you are found by some of the villagers first. A good hard gangbang is just what your personality needs. Well, see ya!�

          �MMMMM!!!� Rydia screamed as the ninja disappeared from sight.
The last thing Edge wanted was for Rydia to get involved � because then he would have had to untie her and let her go, and that would be boring � so he had to lead Kain away from this building to some other location that they could safely demolish.

          So as the dragoon thundered through the house, Edge darted out from the cellar and let Kain see him as he ran out of the door to the house and across the street.

          Kain didn't bother with the door. He thrust his spear through the wall where it nearly caught Edge in the back of the head. As skill would have it, the ninja dived for the ground just one second before impact, leaving the lance to smack harmlessly into the concrete of the opposite building.

          He had no time to rest. He leapt to his feet and ran into the opposite house as Kain walked through the concrete wall, demolishing the house behind him in his wake and following Edge through the front door of the next house.

          Or no. No he didn't. Because when you're fighting a ninja, the last thing you want to do is walk in through the front door.

          No, the best way to fight a ninja is to demolish the house.

          Luckily, Edge had picked this house for its structural integrity � and there were no naked sex slaves in the basement to protect (he had checked earlier and was disappointed, though not surprised, to find that this was the case). So it was that as Kain ripped down the walls and ceiling with his mighty spear, Edge was able to remain relatively safe as the sky opened up above him, and the buildings next door were raised to the ground by the dragoon's magnificent power.

          And then he strode in and confronted the ninja from across the room. Rosa was following, but at a safe distance. She wasn't getting involved, and that was fine with Edge.

          Edge was a little peeved that all of his traps had been destroyed, but he didn't really expect them to have done much against the powerhouse he was facing. Maybe slow him down a little? Was that too much to ask?

          �You,� said Kain, bringing a shiver to Edge's spine. He smiled in response.

          �Hi, longshaft, how's it going?� he said, cheerfully.

          But Kain's expression did not change.

          �You are deranged,� said Kain, brandishing his spear.

          Edge's smile dropped away and took up his knives, ready to fight, and knowing that his opponent meant business.

          The two men began to circle each other.

          �Bring it on,� said Edge, with a confidence he did not feel inside. This was Kain he was squaring up against. One wrong move and he was going to die.

          Oh shit.

          Kain, for this part, did not doubt his supremacy in battle, but did recognise that the brat was a passable ninja, and as such might take a bit longer to die.

          Not too long, though.
++ Cue FINAL FANTASY IV BATTLE THEME by NOBUO UEMATSU
or A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION by ELVIS, if it does you better. ++
Edge threw a smoke bomb at Kain's feet and the room was immediately filled. He ran, but Kain was there, expecting him, knowing how he fought, and brought his spear in a wicked swipe for his neck. Edge ducked suddenly, and brought his knife up to stab Kain in the gut; but the dragoon used the momentum of his missed swipe to twist his body away from danger, and harmlessly increased the distance between them.

          Edge instinctively leapt away, back to the wall. There was no escape that way.

          Edge brought his two forefingers up to his face and cast Mirage.

          The smoke was swept away by Kain's lance, the swipe forcing the smoke out of the battle arena and out into the exposed air. Visibility increased, and Kain saw three Edges standing there � one was getting ready to throw a shuriken, the other was casting a spell and one was giving him the finger.

          He launched his spear at the one holding up the finger and it disappeared from sight, a mirage. But Kain knew it would be, and at the same time he was launched his own body forward to slam his mailed boot into another Edge and smack, against the wall. But this one was fake too, as he knew it might be, and the real Edge threw his shuriken, which jammed between the cracks of Kain's armour, stabbing him but causing no real damage.

          It was a calculated risk. Blades he could endure, spells were more tricky. Kain grabbed his spear from the wall, tearing a wicked gash in it as he went for the ninja's head; but he leapt over the blade and kicked the wall, propelling himself across the room.

          Kain followed close behind, blade at ready. Edge had to do something before he landed, or he would die. Two fingers up, he cast Flame.

          Kain leapt back before the tongues of fire that suddenly lashed out at him, and once more Edge was on the offensive, throwing three shurikens at the dragoon while leaping towards him through the fire. While one was deflected harmlessly, two more hit home in the arm and side, finding the fleshy spots between the armour joints.

          Mere flesh wounds. Barely broke the skin.

          Kain twisted, and brought his lance around. He changed his grip slightly, extending its reach and foiling Edge's evasion; the serrated blade tore through the skin of Edge's stomach, drawing blood and causing him pain. He instinctively brought his hand up to the gash; a textbook mistake, as he was temporarily one had down when Kain began his second attack.

          Kain brought his spear down top to bottom, looking to split Edge in two from crown to sole, but the ninja fell back, clumsily, too clumsily, and the blade rang harmlessly across the floor, sending up sparks as it did. Edge threw three more shurikens; they all hit home, but did not stop Kain a bit. This wasn't working. Time for a paradigm shift.

          In a thrice, Edge was on his feet, and to Kain's surprise he leapt into close quarters. The first hit was a fist in the face; before he had time to react, Kain took two more blows to the gut, including a violent kick that nearly overbalanced him, but didn't. Edge did a backflip as Kain sliced at him with his lance; missed, but only just.

          Edge kept moving, kicking the far wall and picking up a broken chair, hurling it at his adversary and following close behind. It was an old trick, but effective; Kain smashed the chair with one swipe, but had no time to react as Edge came behind, knife in hand. He went to stab Kain's face, but the dragoon leapt back, giving ground before his tricky opponent.

          As his feet touched the ground, Edge went in for a leg swipe. He succeeded in tripping him, but Kain leaned on his spear to steady himself and, as Edge got to his feet, he interrupted the ninja's flow by leaning on his spear and kicking him in the chest.

          The blow was nasty. Edge expelled all the air in his lungs and flew back, hitting the wall. He was winded, vulnerable, and had probably broken a rib.

          No time to think about it. Object to hand � plate. That would do. He threw it like a discus at Kain's face, twirling behind it for another whirlwind of martial arts. It shattered harmlessly on Kain's armour and he smacked the ninja with the shaft of his spear, again breaking his balance and concentration. Not good. Paradigm shift.

          Edge leapt up and grabbed the top of the wall � what was left of it. He put two fingers in front of his face and cast Frost.

          Kain threw his lance and demolished the wall, but Edge had moved in time � just. The cold struck his flesh and he laboured to ignore it. But his movements were sluggish, though still fast; he sidestepped the ninja's swipe and moved his leg to kick his feet from under him. Edge somersaulted back, harmlessly, as the joints of Kain's armour started to freeze.

          He needed his speed. Time to think outside the box.

          Kain leapt vertically upwards just as Edge leapt for a face-kick. As a result, Kain was higher and before the ninja had time to react, he received a mailed boot to the face, tearing open his face and causing him to fly back under the impact. He collided with the wall with force; masonry fell, and for a second he was too dazed to move.

          In the air, Kain couldn't take advantage in time. As he reached his zenith, Edge had forced himself up and thrown a knife at Kain's body. Enchanted knife � could cut his armour.

          The trajectory was good, but Kain's experience of aerial combat kept him on top of it. He raised his foot, caught the knife by its hilt, and used its meagre force to haul himself slightly higher, and Edge lost his knife.

          Kain came down fist-first. Edge barely dodged as he came down, causing a small crater where he landed and moving the foundations of the house. But the ninja was still dazed; his mind was groggy, and Kain was back on his feet.

          Kain retrieved his spear and advanced; Edge held out his knife. They both stopped.

          Stalemate.

          Kain would slice Edge's body open. But Edge would throw his remaining knife, which would cut through Kain's armour and make a fatal wound. They were in a once-in-a-hundred-battle position, where reach and position were in exactly the right alignment to force a stalemate. To move was suicide.

          Edge couldn't cast ninjitsu. The second he tried, Kain would slice his body in half. He couldn't go for a shuriken because the same would happen, and the shuriken weren't doing enough damage anyway. He could throw his knife into Kain's brain or heart, but the same would apply; and if Kain were to deflect the knife with his lance, then Edge would be practically weaponless. And he had already determined that he couldn't escape.

          Stalemate.

          Kain could slice the boy in two, but he might take an injury. He wouldn't die, but it would be an inconvenience. It wouldn't be unacceptable, but he didn't want to take an injury he could avoid. But he did have another option.

          Not stalemate.

          Kain jumped vertically upwards with a speed that was superhuman. He burst through the hanging remains of the ceiling and, as lumber clattered to the ground and the dust was disturbed, left nothing in his wake but silence and the empty sky.

          An eternity seemed to pass. And still he didn't come down.

          Edge knew what was coming. Kain was going to come down with the full force of hell and gravity squared on to the top of the younger man's head and he would split him from crown to sole, and probably right down to the basement, too. Edge leapt to the side.

          But then he thought... wouldn't Kain expect him to leap there? In which case, wasn't that where Kain was most likely to come down?

          So he rolled to the other side of the room. But then it occurred to him that Kain might have seen that coming... in fact, he could come down anywhere... anywhere!

          Edge began to panic. There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide! Anywhere he went � he would be there!

          �Auawagh!� he cried. �Ros... hey!�

          He turned to to the window to see Rosa sprinting over the crest of a hill about half a mile away, and then dive for safety on the other side.

          Edge whimpered, and lost his nerve.
Kain reached the atmosphere of the planet at the crest of his jump. The unimpeded light of the sun illuminated his armour, creating the impression of flames burning over his body. And then, with the moon at his back and still holding his breath, he began the arc of his descent, and wrapped his lance in the flames of the friction as he accelerated to earth.

          He broke the sound barrier on his way down, but his bellow of rage echoed throughout the atmosphere.
On the other side of the world, in his royal bedchambers in Baron, Cecil raised his head from his writing and cocked it to one side.

          �Kain?�

          Elsewhere, Yang furrowed his brow in confusion.

          �What'a the fuck?�

          In Mysidia, Palom leapt excitedly, and Porom smacked him in the back of the head as the elders lamented the impending apocalypse.

          Underground, the King of the Dwarves leapt for his bomb shelter, convinced the ceiling was going to fall on their heads.

          Rosa hurriedly decided that her shelter was probably inadequate, and leapt into the cellar beneath the rubble of a nearby building.

          In capital cities all across the globe, people stopped what they were doing and gazed up at the sky, the scream of rage rousing them from their beds.
Due to the nature of the speed of sound, Edge did not hear it himself. But he shit himself anyway, because boy, could he feel it.
They say the explosion could be seen in Baron.

          This is doubtful, but it just goes to show how immense the impact was. There were earthquakes in Eblan, Troia, and even underground in the dwarvern cities. The inkwell on Cecil's desk, which he had been using to sign important documents of state, fell onto its side and spilt its contents all over the floor.

          Cecil examined his regal cloak, which was now stained black, and sighed.

          �Kain, I don't know who pissed you off this time, but I bet they're regretting it now.�
The crater was huge.

          It was smouldering from the heat of impact and the column of fire that had followed Kain down from space. A trail of fire traced his passage from the sky, and this could be seen from almost everywhere else in the hemisphere.

          And in the centre, still, kneeling, purple armour smoking, Kain maintained his position, jaw fixed, absorbing the impact of the incredible fall.

          Just beside him was Edge, weeping, a trail of snot dribbling freely from his nostril as he lay on his back, looking down at the spear that was vibrating between his legs. The horrid implement was smouldering, and the ground was cracked around the point of impact.

          There was silence in what was left of the village, and for hundreds of miles around.

          Edge couldn't speak. The panic had been total; now there was just numbness.

          He was speechless. He was never speechless.

          But Kain just knelt there, stoic, resolute, unmoving.

          After a fashion, Edge regained the power of speech.

          �Y... you nearly g-got my balls...� was all he could whimper.

          His blood turned cold as he saw Kain smile, a wicked, cold smile.

          �I admire your optimism.�
Rydia had been panicking herself, tied up in an unfamiliar cellar with the sounds of horrific battle outside. She had no idea what was going on; she had heard the house collapse above her. She was protected in the cellar, but what if she was buried alive? What if Edge were killed? Then no one would have any idea she was down here!

          She was so relieved when Rosa opened the cellar door and leapt in, sealing it behind her, that she wept.

          �Mmma!� cried Rydia. �Mmma, m'm...�

          �GET DOWN!!� she screamed, which was ridiculous, seeing as Rydia was a bondage slave, but the blond-haired girl crouched on the ground with her hands over her head, eyes screwed up for some inevitable cataclysm.

          And Rydia's relief disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and panic filled the gap.

          �Mm...� was all she could say before the massive, titanic explosion rocked the foundations of the cellar, shaking everything from side to side. The girls both screamed � it was an earthquake!!

          The shaking lasted several seconds before finally subsiding. The cellar was left intact, but it was still a few seconds more before Rosa had the nerve to raise her head.

          She noticed Rydia for the first time, and her face fell. �Ah,� was all she said, as she walked, slowly, over to her friend, her heels clacking on the cold stone floor. She unfastened her ballgag, and stepped back.

          �Rosa!� cried Rydia, relieved. �Rosa, get me out of here!�

          Her smile disappeared as she saw the blond-haired girl looking at her, sadly.

          �I'm sorry, Rydia � I just figured it out.�

          Rydia was looking distinctly worried now. �Wh... What is it? L... Let me go, Rosa...�

          The older girl shook her head. �It wasn't the perfume, Rydia. It was this.�

          She took her necklace in her hand and showed it to the sexy, bound vision lying before her. The sex toy, thinking that maybe her day wasn't over just yet, simply looked at it.

          �That's... the silver necklace you bought at the... oh no...�

          �Yes,� said Rosa, dropping her underwear to the floor. �You weren't the only one who bought something from that travelling shop. It wasn't the perfume that drew me to you � this necklace makes me go mad with lust around women.�

          Rydia stared goggle-eyed as Rosa located a black rubber strap-on dildo on the floor of the room and proceeded to put it on. �If you realise that, then then take it off!!�

          Again, Rosa shook her head sadly, fastening the dildo in place. �I can't. I've been thinking of the best way to teach you the error of your ways, and I think this is the best lesson I can give you. There's a story I heard once of a man who caught his son smoking. As a punishment, he made him smoke the whole packet. So I'm going to rape you with this dildo.�

          �Rosa,� warned Rydia, shrinking back. �That doesn't make sense. It's the necklace talking! Don't make me stop you!�

          �Oh, silly,� said Rosa, reattaching Rydia's gag (so she couldn't cast spells or summon any eidolons). �You won't stop me. And how nice,� she said, picking up a long string of anal beads that happened to be lying nearby. �For Edge to leave me all these fun toys.

          �It's true,� she said, feeding the first bead into Rydia's ass. �That I had no intention of doing your hot body again, but seeing you naked and helpless just made me want you all over again. Oh, hello...�

          Rosa picked up a collar and slipped it around her own neck. There was a short length of chain attached that linked perfectly with Rydia's own, and she wasted no time in locking herself to her green-haired sex slave, until their faces were just a foot apart.

          She then fed the key up Rydia's ass, to the younger girl's consternated moan.

          �Now we're trapped,� said Rosa, licking her lips. �Now, let's see how this works...

          �Berserk,� she cast on herself.

          And rode Rydia to oblivion.
* * *
          �Isn't it amazing that everyone survived with just superficial wounds?�

          They were walking through the forest, away from the village.

          �Rydia, several people died,� said Rosa. �We had to stay for another week so that I could cast Arise...�

          Rydia interrupted loudly, �Yes, all's well that ends well.�

          �You cut off my balls...� moaned Edge weakly, limping alongside and cupping himself. He flinched as Kain glared at him.

          �You can't be trusted with them,� he growled.

          �Do you know who also can't be trusted? Rosa,� said Rydia, bitterly.

          The white mage blushed. �I did apologise. I wasn't in control...�

          �TEN. HOURS. That's how long it took for KAIN to find us.�

          �You were under a building,� growled Kain. �Just let it go.�

          They walked in silence, uncomfortable with each other. Rydia was furious with Edge for turning her into a sex slave, Rosa for raping her and Kain for always being late. Edge lived in fear of Kain, who had incinerated his balls, Rydia, who had vowed to kill him, and Rosa, who would only regenerate his balls if he really, really behaved himself. Meanwhile, Rosa was annoyed at Edge for turning her into a sex slave, and embarrassed that Kain had caught her fucking Rydia with a dildo like a mad woman.

          And Kain was a little ashamed to be associated with these people. They were a bit much, really.

++ END OF PART 2 ++
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