A different kind of punishment

Tess sat on the edge of her bed and glanced around her room uncertainly. She’d been pleased to have gotten her own room, but now that she’d learned the true nature of her ‘familiar’, it seemed more like a sick joke.

Of course Lily didn’t give me a room of my own. She made sure I wouldn’t ever be truly alone for the whole time I’m here. Maybe for the rest of my life.

Abby was still within her. She could feel her sister’s consciousness all the more keenly now that she knew where to look.

It was almost impossible not to. Every breath Tess took was full of scents that echoed between her senses and those of her sister’s. When she inhaled, the feel of the silky silver fabric that covered her brushed against not just her skin, but somehow Abby’s as well. Or perhaps that was simply Tess, feeling Abby’s connection to her own senses.

Tess couldn’t tell. She was tempted to assume her amplified Flexible Shape, just for the peace of mind it would bring her. It wasn’t that she was any less intelligent when she changed, but her inhibitions lowered at least as much as her body expanded. It didn’t solve the problem, but at least then she would care about it less.

Of course, I’m sure that’s exactly what Lily wants.

A moment later, Tess inhaled deeply and rose to her feet. “No sense putting this off any more than I have.”

Activating Familiar Spirit to summon Abby should have felt strange and unnatural, but true to the name of the ability, Tess found it to be as simple as taking a step. One moment she was alone in her room, the next moment the silver-haired shape of her sister was standing beside her.

Abby didn’t freak out immediately, which Tess counted as both progress and a blessing. Her family had never been particularly religious, but she fired off a mental prayer of thanks to whichever ancestors might have been watching over her.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

The siblings stared at one another in silence for several seconds.

“Look, I’m sorry about–” “Hey, I know this is fucked up–”

Both women started to speak at the same time, stopped almost immediately, then laughed.

Tess gestured for Abby to go first, and her younger sister nodded. “I’m sorry about basically running away. Pretty much as soon as I said I didn’t care I realized that I did. I–” She glanced around for a moment until she spotted the bed behind her, then stepped back so she could seat herself primly on its edge. “–I know that you’ve got to be freaking out, and then your little sister shows up to follow you. Again. Only instead of showing you support like a family member should, I tried to hide in my room like I was six and getting bullied at school again.”

The memories Abby dredged up weren’t pleasant ones for Tess. She hadn’t really understood what was going on at the time, but looking back several of the kids around their age had been horrible little shits. Still, her younger sibling was obviously more impacted of the two of them, and she walked over to plop down on the bed beside her, her left arm rising up to wrap around her sister’s shoulders.

A moment later, Abby’s head bumped against Tess’ shoulder. “It’s fine. None of us should have to be here. If I had the chance to go hide, I’d take it too.”

Abby snorted. “Fat chance. You’ve never run away from anything in your life.”

“I’ve never been kidnapped by some kind of demon goddess to play act in a reality TV sex show before.”

A quiet snort of air from Abby was followed by, “Fair. This is fucked up.”

“You have no idea.” Tess squeezed her arm around her sister. It was odd—she could not only feel the slender figure of Abby against her own side, but also a distant echo of the sensation from the receiving end. Her head swam for a moment as she tried to process everything, until it was just too much. She flopped back on the bed with a sigh and repeated, “No idea at all.”

The problem, Hwa reflected, with dealing with Kevin was that he was mortal.

It was obvious, of course. The man had mortality written all over him, in every crease on his face and the patch of graying stubble he didn’t seem to have noticed was growing in.

In all of Hwa’s planning, she had been focused so entirely on Lily, on the immortal behind the scenes, that it hadn’t occurred to her how maddening, how frustrating, it could be to deal with someone whose life had been so small.

“If you strip me, will that count?”

The kumiho did her best to keep her frustration—and the arousal which came with it—out of her voice. It was difficult enough to keep the man on task if he went back to focusing on the drooling slit between her legs, rather than the far more important hole doing its best to walk him through using the magic which the nightmare witch had granted him.

“Oh! Um, yes, actually.”

“Do it.”

“Are you sure? I–”

“Kevin, I am going to speak very slowly and clearly to be sure there are no misunderstandings. I want. To be out. Of this device.”

“Right. Right, no, I can tell you’re telling the truth, it’s just–”

“Strip me!”

It took Elsie stepping forward to begin to unlace the corset from which Hwa’s breasts constantly threatened to spill before Kevin began to obey. To his credit, it took him remarkably little time to undo the clasp which held the skirt shut, and the garment dropped to the wooden planks of the platform a moment later.

Once Hwa had regained her senses after the orgasm allowed her to move past some of her frustration-induced arousal, she’d been more than ready to have the dungeon master free her. The problem had arisen when he’d been paralyzed with indecision about how to most swiftly do so.

Had Hwa been willing, of course, she could have instructed him to sate his mortal lusts upon her divine body and no doubt been released in a matter of minutes—however long it took him to release his seed within her a few times.

While she was not prepared to give in to the succubus hostess’ that completely, there were few things that the fox spirit would not do in pursuit of power—or freedom. The human’s arm had proved insufficient to damage her backside when he’d proposed delivering a beating to appease the punishment magic that bound her. The first slap across her backside had accomplished nothing but to irritate—and therefore arouse—the kumiho.

Delivering the second as powerfully as he could met the threshold and left her with a light stinging sensation, but he would have needed nearly three hundred more, and the man’s arms would have given out.

It had then been left to Hwa to prod him to seek additional options which his ‘House Rule’ magic might permit to reduce her sentence.

Not long after Kevin eased Hwa’s undergarments past her hips to join her skirt, Elsie finished the final laces of the corset. It took some additional work to pull it loose, but a moment later the kumiho’s full breasts swung free beneath her.

Appeared naked in front of the DM: +20 HP

“Hey, that was worth half an hour by itself!”

“Fantastic,” remarked Hwa wryly, “Now you must merely re-dress and then strip me two dozen more times and I shall be free.”

“Actually, that—oh, no, that won’t work. Damn, I actually thought it might for a second.”

Hwa had begun to learn that it was simpler to allow the frustration—and therefore the arousal—of her position to simply wash over her. She felt a fresh drop of nectar begin to run down the inside of her naked thigh, but what was one more indignity heaped on that which she already bore?

“Then it is time to turn your attention elsewhere. Well, Dungeon Master? What other torments can you devise? Am I to be coated with honey next? Lashed with thorned vines? Fed hallucinogens to–”

“Jesus, Hwa, no. Actually, I think the honey one might work, there must have been some weird seasons in the past, but no. Actual **** is out—even if House Rule would let it count, because I’m not comfortable with it.”

“Yet you see no problem with putting your hands on me in a more sexual context?” Hwa did her best to keep the contempt from her voice. They were past the point where it would help, and allowing Lily the victory of seeing her suffer would only deepen the kumiho’s shame. Still, the man was so mortal, so American it drove her mad.

A fresh rivulet of moisture began the long trek down Hwa’s pale thighs as it sought to join the slowly growing puddle beneath her left heel.

“I—okay, while I see what you mean, I’ve got my own hangups. I could—I could touch you. I’m not sure how many minutes off your punishment it would count for, but putting my hands on you–”

“Do it.” Adding to Hwa’s frustration was the fact that by necessity the dungeon master stood behind her, while the pillory prevented her from turning her head. It meant she had little warning when a pair of surprisingly warm hands suddenly reached beneath her and sank into the soft flesh of her mammaries.

Hwa couldn’t even bring herself to care about the moan which escaped her lips. Kevin’s hands felt incredible on her flesh. She hated it, but allowing herself to dwell on the fact would only make it worse. She could feel her nipples stiffen, and the sensitive nubs dragged against his palms as he squeezed.

“You—hah!—did not wait long that time.”

“I figure by now I’m just going to take you at your word. If you tell me to put my hands on you, I don’t think it will do either of us any good if I ignore it. Right?”

“Finally.” Hwa tried to keep her tone irritated, but the shame, the humiliation she felt at being stripped and groped in front of a slowly growing crowd was already beginning to return her to the nearly frantic state in which she’d been when Kevin arrived.

She focused instead on the hands kneading her tits. Facing forward as she was, Hwa couldn’t see how the dungeon master had positioned himself, save that he was somewhere to her right. For a man who’d barely been able to deliver a spank strong enough to appease the powers which fueled this sex farce of a performance, his fingers felt powerful as they gripped and squeezed her suddenly sensitive flesh.

A quiver ran down Hwa’s flanks. She carefully enunciated, “Will this reduce the penalty if you continue?”

The hands on her breasts froze, and Hwa was more irritated with the fact that the cessation of motion made her mad than she’d been at the human predictably going straight for her tits in the first place.

Then she was mad that she was mad, but it took only a moment of focus to push that thought from her mind as unproductive. If she was to win, she would need to be as ruthless with herself as with everyone else.

“Yes. If—if you’re okay with me just—just playing with your body, I can get you out of there in an hour.”

Hwa’s eyes flashed black for a moment, then rolled shut.

“I agree. Do what you must.”

Blue’s fingers gently danced up and down the hairless lips of her slick sex as Kevin did the same to Hwa.

The harpy had found herself a perch from which to watch the proceedings once she noticed the crowd gathered in one of the city squares. Spying from a rooftop was far easier than doing the same thing in the mountains—people there were always on edge, and while there were far more eyes in the city than Blue was used to, they rarely looked up.

At present, she was nestled between two chimneys atop a three story building as she watched the fun. She’d started on the other side of the square, but as entertaining as it was to get a decent view of Hwa’s face as the kumiho tried to control her expression, in the end Blue was far more interested in the details of what Kevin was doing.

She had unzipped the tight shorts she wore and allowed her fingers to creep down while Kevin was still playing with the woman’s big tits. Hwa’s were the third largest in the party, Blue was pretty sure—only Hazel’s were bigger for certain, with Penny probably in second place.

Once upon a time, Blue would’ve been in last, but the body Lily gave her sported a nice perky pair that just filled her own hands. She’d never really had tits before, and wasn’t entirely sure what to do with them, but they seemed fun.

Her fingers found sticky nectar and pushed deeper within.

She was still exploring the new body, and mirroring the dungeon master seemed like a fun way to test her new responses out.

By the time Hwa slumped to the ground, finally free of the magical device which had held her, an hour and thirteen minutes had passed.

Elsie had noted the time more out of curiosity than anything else, at first, but as the need-filled seconds ticked passed, it became something she could focus on to keep her mind off of the demands of her own body.

It would have been bad enough if it were just Hwa. The kumiho might have put on a brave, controlled face—at first—but as each minute was filled with Kevin’s hands helping himself to her generous curves and supple flesh, her need had grown from the flicker of a torch back into a bonfire’s roar.

It was not as though the DM himself was free from needs either. In Elsie’s mind he’d comported himself quite well—spending an hour toying with a woman’s body while she shuddered through no fewer than half a dozen orgasms with little more than a few quick touches to adjust himself in his pants was practically gentlemanly, given the circumstances.

She could feel his need as strongly as Hwa’s though. Had the two been willing to simply enjoy themselves, they could have just fucked their way through the ordeal and been far happier for it, but both had their pride.

It was when the third source of need began to drift into her awareness that Elsie’s resolve was truly put to the test. There were only so many people it could have been, of course—it’s not like Hazel or Penny was going to be creeping around on rooftops spying on the show the DM and Hwa put on.

That would have to wait, though. For now, there was a weak-kneed Hwa who would likely need help dressing, Kevin would probably need some relief, and Elsie?

Elsie needed to get laid. The brownie licked her lips, glanced at Kevin’s face, and tried to figure out the best plan of attack.