The party continues at the mage's behest

"Come on, was that too much for you? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of hero or something. A damn jester would make more sense. " the mage was only half talking to Robin, leaving her suspended in the air as he turned to walk around the woods, leaning down next to one of his men and placing a had on his neck to check for a pulse. "I'm still not sure why he bothered to send so damn many of us--not like you're really a threat after all. Ah well, more's the merrier, I'd say. Up and at em!"

His face still contorted in the concentration of holding Robin's shackles, the mage sent a tiny pulse of energy through the man on the ground, a ripple of ether sent down freely into his shoulder, a bit like a shot of adrenaline. His fellow's eyes shot open, a sudden panic on his face. "She's all your's. Call it a bit of payback, eh?"

The agent rose to see Robin staring back at him, a look of sort of disoriented rebellion on her face. With her arms and legs bound, there was little Robin could do to clean herself off, and the mage's semen was still streaked across her face, running down her chin where it mixed with tears of exertion to blur the make up she had been using to help pass off as a man.

"You're cuter than I thought." the man said. He reached down to trace a hand down Robin's face, over her neck and down to her chest where he squeezed one of her pert breasts. His grin widened as he started to lose his belt. "Guess I owe Rosen something for this one," he chuckled.

Before Robin could muster the focus to give her rebellious come back, the agent had stepped forward to stuff his cock into her mouth, pushing past already abused lips to wrap his member in the swallowing warmth. He tasted salty, though not entirely unpleasant. That didn't stop Robin from staring up at him in fury as he started to rock his hips against her face. Thankfully, the man's cock was relatively small, and Robin found she didn't have to struggle with it too much as his pelvis started to press against her nose.

Her reprieve was small; just as she was growing to tolerate the man claiming her mouth, constantly filling the space with his incessant movement, Robin felt a pair of hands on her hips and sensed the presence of another man behind her.

"Mm-mmphh!" Robin tried to protest, but the sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Though she was bound, Robin could still struggle, and so she did, twisting and writing in the ethereal chains that bound her, much to the delight of the small group of reawakened men now watching her. Seeing her young, tight body wriggling desperately in the moonlight, a small sheen of sweat on her pale skin... For many of them, it was like something from a dream--a dream they were primed and poised to defile.