A voyage into night

Tyra buttoned her shirt up as she looked into the mirror and sighed heavily. She could still feel the effects of the many orgasms she had that day lingering in her pussy. It was a good sign, she thought. It meant that it was having the intended effect. The only problem was that the sensitivity wasn't going away anytime soon. But she figured she could deal with that better than most of the other girls would. It was just sex, after all. Nothing she couldn't handle, even if she might feel a bit more overwhelmed than she would've in the past. She took a deep breath, took a final glance at herself, and headed for the tower.

As she entered the large open gates of the dark palace, she noted how eerily empty it was. Not only empty of the doubtless armies of orcs and dark creatures that would've surely filled the halls of the real dark lord's fortress, but also that Helga was nowhere to be seen. She would've expected her to be there ushering her towards Malgor's room, making sure she didn't forget her duties, and no doubt taunting her in the process. But her presence was noticeably absent. Perhaps Helga knew that Tyra didn't need any further prodding, that she would gladly walk herself into the slaughterhouse with no complaints. Perhaps she thought it would be an extra humiliation to make Tyra walk unprompted on her own two feet towards the doom she knew awaited her. Tyra brushed off the thought. She was strong and would make it through the night with far more resilience than expected of her. She was confident in this.

She ascended the spiraling stairs, inching closer to the bedroom. She felt her heart beat faster and cursed slightly at this involuntary show of weakness. She steadied her breathing, rationalizing that it was fine to feel nervous. She felt that way before every battle, knowing that any fight could be her last no matter how good she was. The important thing was that she never showed it. She steeled herself as she reached the door to the dreaded room. Closing her eyes and letting a stoic look settle on her face, she opened the doors.

Malgor was standing there, waiting for her with a smile on his face. Perhaps he was thinking of this night even more than her, she thought to herself, if he was truly waiting there all this time for dramatic effect. She looked up at him, resigning herself to patiently wait for him to invite her in. Sure enough, he stood to the side and gestured towards the bedroom's interior with his arm.

"Welcome, pirate," said Malgor, "So good of you to join me tonight."

"You know as well as I do that I had ****," said Tyra, moving past him into the room.

"That doesn't mean we can't make this night special," said Malgor, "You should ask Daelana and Christina how special their own nights were. I'm certain they'll never forget them."

"Then I can't wait to see what you have planned for me," Tyra said sarcastically.

Tyra sat down on the bed, making herself as comfortable as she could. She looked at Malgor with a bored expression, being sure to give off the airs of being unimpressed. Malgor seemed unfazed and, instead of going to her, paced around the window of the room and looked out at the beautiful landscape.

"As my guest, I would offer you a drink," said Malgor, "However, I am sure that you, being the pirate you are, often drown your worries in **** and that is not an escape I wish to give you. I want you to experience this night sober and completely aware of all that transpires."

"Is that what you said to Daelana and Christina?" said Tyra, "You offer them drinks?"

"Christina, yes," said Malgor, "You'd be surprised how readily the church girl accepted such substances into her body. Daelana, well, she was a little impatient."

"I'm sure," said Tyra, "So, we gonna fuck now or what?"

Malgor raised an eyebrow at Tyra, almost impressed.

"Speaking of impatience," said Malgor, "You are quite eager to become my plaything, aren't you? Accepting your place already?"

Tyra continued to meet Malgor's gaze with a blank look. As she looked into his eyes, she started to unbutton her blouse slowly. Bit by bit she revealed more of her cleavage until all the buttons were undone and she sensually spread the curtains of her shirt, revealing her large breasts to Malgor. He couldn't help but look at them in all their glory, perfectly crafted by the gamemasters themselves to be as appealing to his gaze as possible. Tyra threw her shirt to the side and stood up, undoing the buckle of her belt as well.

"I know how this game is played," said Tyra, "I'll do what you want, you don't have to worry about that. You can see as much of me as you want and I won't protest. And you want sex, right? You've fucked every other girl that came up here. So go ahead and fuck me like I know you want to."

As her belt became undone, she bent over as she slid her pants and panties down her legs before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She stood straight again, revealing her naked body to Malgor as she leaned her hips to the side in a sexy stance. She made no moves to cover herself and her look of indifference never left her face.

Tyra exposed her naked form to the master. +3 VP

Malgor simply observed her with a smile. He looked her up and down, making it obvious that he was taking her most intimate parts into his sight, visually breaking her down like an object. If Tyra was affected by this, she didn't show it. Malgor chuckled, finding this mental game Tyra was playing amusing. It was time he made a move. He walked over to Tyra and grabbed her breast without warning. As he squeezed, Tyra lost her composure and moaned under the sensitive touch. Her confident legs wobbled and her cold expression warped in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and mouth, straining to withstand the pressure of her transformation.

"No amount of facades or brave words will keep these breasts of yours from revealing the truth," said Malgor, "Your woman's body cannot lie. Underneath the strong mercenary act, you are a sensitive wreck with a body made for sex."

"Talk all you want," said Tyra between gasps, "But it's the transformation, not me, that you're talking about."

"Is that so?" said Malgor.

Malgor reached his other hand around Tyra's body and grabbed her ass with a slap. She cried out and groaned loudly as Malgor groped her. She gritted her teeth, content to resist the sensitivity if she could not keep herself from showing its effects. While she was being overwhelmed, her training was helping and she wasn't finding herself on the brink of an orgasm. The pleasure simply ran through her body like blood through her veins. She wriggled and writhed, but did not do more. Catching her breath, she was able to look Malgor in the eyes with blushing cheeks.

"Yeah," said Tyra, "It is."

Malgor finally let go and pushed her onto the bed. It was only then when Tyra realized the amount of sensations she was feeling once they were suddenly ripped away. The cold lack of pleasure hit her like a truck as his hands left her flesh and she flopped onto the bed sweating profusely. She caught herself on the mattress and breathed heavily, almost dizzy from Malgor's handling of her. But as droplets of sweat fell from her face to the sheets below, she managed to compose herself. She turned her head back to Malgor, tired defiance resting on her face. With shaky legs, she slowly opened her thighs, showing her pussy to Malgor like an invitation. She lied down on her back, her legs spread and her large breasts heaving with every breath, and she waited.

"Come on then," said Tyra, "Use this body for what you think it was made for. Fuck me."

Malgor's smile dropped ever so slightly as he ogled the space between Tyra's legs. While he had always enjoyed sex, these past days on the island had done everything to make his sexual desire grow even more. The sight of a naked woman made him feel more powerful and more lustful than it ever did before. He stepped towards Tyra and reached his hand out to touch her. The tips of his fingers laid themselves gently upon her stomach and traced down her soft abdomen towards her womanhood. Tyra bit her lip, feeling the intense yet subtle pull of a soft, teasing touch to easily stimulated skin.

But before his fingers brushed against her pussy, he pulled his hand away from her. Tyra gasped at the sudden loss of pleasure. Malgor turned away and crossed the room as Tyra lifted her head to face him. Malgor looked out the window again, abruptly yet confidently resisting his impulses and leaving Tyra naked on the bed.

"You were always an interesting one, pirate," said Malgor, "You sought no glory, no honor, no vengeance. You were simply paid to help their little group defeat me. Your heart was never in it."

Tyra sat up. "If you think that not fucking me will upset me, you're sorely mistaken. I may be no prude, but I'm no whore either. I won't beg you to fuck me."

"But that's not true, is it?" said Malgor.

"It is true," said Tyra, "I'm not gonna beg. If you want sex, you can come get it yourself."

"I was referring to your heart," said Malgor, turning back to her, "A pirate should know that a paycheck is not worth dying over. You needn't have come to help them seal me into the abyss. You could've run away with the money and they would've simply said that it was in your nature to do so."

"What are you trying to say?" said Tyra.

"What I find fascinating about this transformation of yours is how it reveals a certain truth," said Malgor, "The sensitivity of your intimate flesh is a reflection of your heart."

Tyra narrowed her eyes. "Bullshit. It's not that deep. The gamemasters are just fucking with me. They have been since day one. They're fucking with you too, you just don't see it."

"Oh I see things very clearly, my dear little pirate," said Malgor, "As it was in the past, I cannot control the way the world is. But I can control what becomes of it and its people."

Tyra was getting sick of Malgor dancing around with fancy words. She had hoped it would be a simple affair, but the dark lord seemed intent to make this night more difficult. She wanted noting more than to reassert some control and make the night go in the way she had intended.

"I'm not a talker, dark lord," said Tyra, "If you want to monologue some more, I won't stop you. I know better than that. But if you don't want to talk to a brick wall all night, come here and get this over with."

Tyra knew her words confronted him directly. They might've been seen as defiant, but she carefully selected them so that she was still talking of giving him what he wanted. She was confident that this was the right move. Malgor's smile widened. She couldn't tell if he felt happy to indulge her or if there was something more sinister behind that grin. She would soon discover.

Malgor snapped his fingers and the door to the bedroom opened. Tyra turned to the noise and suddenly her bored expression melted away into shock and dread. There standing in the doorway was Lila.

"Come here, Lila," said Malgor.

"What...?" said Tyra.

Lila smiled gleefully as she walked over to Malgor, skipping with each stride. With someone else present, especially Lila, Tyra became more conscious of her nudity and wrapped an arm around herself in discomfort. She sat up fully, trying to piece together what was happening.

"Take off your clothes," said Malgor.

"Yes, master," said Lila.

Lila untied a small string around her waist and slid her purple robes off of her shoulders, baring them and her body as the robes fell to the ground and piled at her feet. She stood with her arms perched to the sides, not hiding an inch of her naked form from Malgor who looked at her with great pleasure. Tyra's mouth went agape. She knew they had to obey Malgor, but she didn't know why Lila seemed so eager to do it.

"Lila, what are you doing?" said Tyra.

"Tyra, sit and watch," said Malgor, "Now Lila... kiss me."

Lila wrapped her arms around Malgor and kissed him passionately. Malgor reached his own hands around her and pulled her into him. They locked their forms together as they made love in front of Tyra. Tyra's eyes went wide and she began to seethe. She had no idea how Malgor was doing this, how Lila was doing this, but being made to watch as her innocent friend was defiled by a man like him was far more excruciating than even the roughest of sex would've been.

Malgor turned Lila around to face Tyra and pushed himself into her back. Lila moaned as she looked up at him and continued to lap at his lips. His hands snaked it's way around her torso and he grabbed her breasts, playing with them in perfect view of Tyra. It was when Malgor looked over to Tyra and gave her a smile that Tyra visibly winced, unable to keep her anger hidden. But she didn't move or speak. She fought every instinct she had to rush over and destroy the awful display.

"Lila, do you love Tyra?" asked Malgor.

"Love?" said Lila, "Well, I wouldn't say that. She's nice to me and all, but I can't love a woman like her. She's so cold and callous. Besides, I can only really love a man. A man like you, with a big manly cock to put in me."

Lila bent over before Malgor, presenting her rear like an animal would. Malgor looked satisfied and unbuckled his belt, pulling his cock out and pressing it against her butt, which made her moan. Tyra was fuming, and those words drove her over the edge. Just before Malgor would plunge himself into Lila, Tyra stood up and yelled.

"Stop it you bastard! Stop it!"

Tyra disobeyed the master's orders. -8 VP

Tyra insulted the master. -3 VP

The two notifications slapped her into reality. She wasn't so into her emotions that she forgot the rules of the game or her own will to survive it. She froze in place, knowing she couldn't do more without thoroughly risking herself. She was trapped, **** to watch Malgor do whatever he wanted with her friend. The friend she had tried to protect. Malgor looked at her, his grin more prominent than ever.

"What's wrong, pirate?" said Malgor, "I thought your heart wasn't as sensitive as your flesh."

"Why are you doing this Lila?" said Tyra desperately, "This isn't you! You're..."

Suddenly the gears in Tyra's head started turning. Her initial panic at seeing her kept her from thinking things through, but upon speaking out loud she realized just how Malgor managed to pull this off.

"Helga?" said Tyra, "Is that you?"

Lila lifted herself from her bent over position and giggled. She then looked at Tyra with a wicked glare completely uncharacteristic of Lila. It was clear to Tyra who was truly behind that visage.

"Does it matter?" said Helga, "Will that make it easier to stomach the image of me, poor little Lila, getting ravaged by a man?"

"That's not it!" said Tyra.

Malgor gave Helga a little push towards Tyra who strutted towards her sexily, swaying her hips and swishing her red hair back and forth as she approached Tyra.

"I have a very cute body, don't I?" said Helga, "This glorious red hair. These beautiful, supple breasts. This taut, spankable booty. And don't even get me started on the glasses. Don't you imagine all of the wild things this body could do to you?"

Helga pushed her own body against Tyra's, their breasts pressing together. Tyra breathed hard as her sensitive tits felt Lila's warm bosom right against them. She spoke through muffled moans.

"That..." said Tyra, "That's not her. You're not her."

"I could be her," said Helga, "Wouldn't you prefer if I was her? If you could see her like this? Feel her do this?"

Helga took her soft hands and grasped Tyra's face, caressing her cheeks gently. Tyra grew weak as she saw Lila's face look at her with so much lust. The stimulation on her breasts made her thoughts wander to lewd places. She couldn't help but indulge the suggested fantasy. What if it were Lila here, her lips so close to her own, ready to make love? Did she want that? Would Lila want that? It didn't matter now because this woman who looked like her wanted their lips to meet as much as Tyra did. Tyra gave in, leaning her face forward and kissing the red-haired girl before her. She gave the kiss back tenfold, and it was just as passionate as Tyra had hoped.

But before Tyra could fully enjoy the pleasure of the kiss, Helga pulled back. Tyra involuntarily whimpered as the lustful smooch was taken from her. Lila smiled wickedly and walked back to Malgor. Tyra reached out to her before pulling her hand back, realizing how stupid and **** it made her look. She instead watched on as Helga pushed her naked body back into the arms of Malgor.

"But you forget," said Helga, "I belong to the master, as do you."

"Who are you talking about when you talk of yourself?" said Tyra, "You or Lila?"

"Both," said Helga, "All the girls here belong to the dark lord. We exist and receive pleasure at his will."

"If you want this fantasy, prove your loyalty," said Malgor.

Tyra shook with fear and rage, fully understanding the game Malgor intended to play with her now. She felt so foolish for not considering it before. She was sure she had rid herself of weakness, but clearly that wasn't true.

"Is that your play?" said Tyra, "You think I love Lila so much it'll become a weakness you can exploit?"

"I know it is," said Malgor, "You know it too, and you know you are powerless to resist."

"If you truly want me to choose, than I choose no!" said Tyra, "This is all pretend. A dream. I was never a dreamer. I know reality is cruel and unforgiving, just like you. And I can take that. I don't need to drown in a fantasy."

"Truly?" said Malgor, "Let's put that to the test. Remain standing where you are. You are not allowed to avert your eyes."

Malgor took Helga by the hand and led her to the bed. They carelessly walked by Tyra who turned and watched them like a hawk, aware of the consequences of failing to obey. Helga giggled as Malgor tossed her into the bed and started to disrobe himself. Tyra cringed as she saw Helga in the image of Lila spread her legs teasingly and beckon the dark lord in with her fingers. With a smile, Malgor laid himself on top of her. Tyra felt the cruelty of her orders more than ever as her eyes were locked onto Malgor kissing Helga, his lips wrapping into the sweet lips of Lila, his hair intermingling with the red hair of Lila, his body pressing against the naked flesh of Lila. Tyra cursed herself as she couldn't keep herself from discovering that the rage inside her had a name: jealousy.

Then Malgor slowly stuck his dick into Helga's pussy, all in plain view of Tyra. It was clear he didn't want her to miss a thing. Helga moaned with the soft voice of Lila as she was penetrated. She stuck her tongue out, wanting to make her pleasure apparent. Tyra did her best to remain as stoic as she always did, but the rage was building even more quickly than before. With every moan, every thrust Malgor made into the body that looked like her friend, Tyra hated the sight more and more. It was taking everything she had to not ruin herself by lashing out, something she knew would only lead to more trouble.

"Fuck me harder Malgor!" yelled Helga, "I become such a slut for that dick of yours! Fuck me in a way Tyra never could!"

Tyra's survival instincts could only keep her at bay for so long. She knew that if she was **** to watch this much longer, she might do something she regretted, especially as they goaded her on. She couldn't take it anymore. Her jealousy met with her logical mind and came to a conclusion that she dreaded.

"That's enough!" said Tyra.

"What was that?" said Malgor.

"I said that's enough!" said Tyra, "What do you want me to do?"

Malgor and Helga looked at her with evil smiles. Tyra couldn't hide her desperation.

"Come here into the bed with us," said Malgor.

Tyra sighed and crawled onto the bed. Malgor pulled himself out of Helga and the two of them sat next to each other as Tyra approached them. She sat shamefully across from the two masters.

"How about I give you a chance to earn some points back?" said Malgor, "Do the most humiliating thing you can think of before me."

Tyra grimaced at the order. He knew that she understood the rules better than the other girls and would do what it took to survive, even thinking of her own humiliations. And worst of all, because she understood the rules she knew that this was indeed a chance for her to get points back. He was being nice. The implication that she should be grateful for being able to choose her own humiliation made her fume internally, but she went through with it regardless.

Her hands instinctively went up to her breasts. The massive tits that were **** on her when she arrived in this place, a reminder of the fact that she could be changed to whatever the gamemasters wanted, that she could be made into a vessel of whatever perverse desires they had. Those breasts and her large ass were a constant humiliation, and when she touched them she knew that she had revealed that fact to Malgor. She had **** but to showcase that shame right there.

"Master," said Tyra, "Watch me... shake... my stupid tits for you."

Tyra started shaking her shoulders back and forth and made her tits sway wildly. She could feel each shake in rich detail, the vibrations traveling across her delicate skin and making her more and more horny. It made it even worse for her that the transformation was making these degrading acts pleasurable for her. Nevertheless, she kept on shaking her breasts for Malgor and Helga who took the sight in with enthusiasm.

Tyra shook her tits for the master. +4 VP

"That's nice, but I bet that's not the only part of her body she's ashamed of," said Helga.

Tyra frowned, hoping this was the worst it could get. Obviously Helga would not let her have any peace, and Tyra knew exactly what she wanted. Remembering that disobedience could mean a fate worse than ****, Tyra turned herself around and pointed her voluptuous bottom towards her masters. She hid the scowl on her face away from them as she started shaking her butt up and down. Once again, the sensitivity meant that she felt every inch of every motion she made. It felt like an eruption inside of her each time her ass cheeks clapped together violently. Her face was bright red by now, not a good look for a fearsome pirate. She had felt beyond humiliated.

Tyra shook her ass for the master. +4 VP

She remained there, shaking her butt up and down as steadily as clockwork, trying to separate herself from the degrading emotions that came with such an act. Malgor and Helga snuggled up closer to each other, eagerly watching the display of Tyra's butt like it were a performance at a theater.

"It's a very nice pair of tits atop an ass, isn't it?" said Helga, "A fine choice and fine craftsmanship, wouldn't you say?"

"It encapsulates her greatly," said Malgor, "Despite her tough act, she is no more than a woman with a body made to please her betters."

"Say, she's doing a fine job a obeying like a good slut," said Helga, "Perhaps she deserves a reward of some kind."

"I have an idea," said Malgor, "Pirate! Come back here."

Tyra breathed a sigh of relief as she could finally stop the humiliating movements she'd been doing, but her relief didn't last as she turned around to Malgor and warily approached. She was terrified of any wrong move she could make, almost as terrified as she was of what would happen to her next. With fear coursing through her body, the prospect of a reward didn't sound too bad.

"Lila, go behind her," said Malgor.

Helga smirked and sensually crawled across the surface of the bed, touching Tyra on the arm as she passed her by before twirling around to her back and holding her gently from behind. Feeling her touch somehow put Tyra more at ease. Even though she knew it was not the real Lila, it felt like her. She even smelled like her. Malgor got up to his knees and grabbed his erect cock, pointing it towards Tyra who looked at it with equal awe and worry.

"Use those brand new tits of yours to get me off," said Malgor, "The better you do, the better Lila will make you feel."

With a giggle, Helga took off her glasses and flicked them carelessly onto the ground beside the bed. She then dipped her head below Tyra's vision. Tyra was confused for a moment as to where she went until she looked down and saw her head of red hair pop out from between her thighs. Tyra shifted with a small moan as Helga's face pressed against her pussy.

"What are you waiting for?" said Helga, "The sooner you get started, the sooner I get started."

Tyra felt a strange and overpowering feeling come over her as she saw Lila's face between her legs. The look on her face was so lustful and her lips were so close to her womanhood. The thought of what she was about to do, what Lila was about to do, made Tyra's heart skip. The fact that it was Helga started to matter less and less as Tyra knew this was something Lila would never do. But Tyra wanted it anyways. If she could have this fantasy instead of being **** to humiliate herself all night, perhaps it wasn't so bad to indulge it.

She looked forward and saw Malgor's cock eagerly awaiting the touch of her breasts. Tyra braced herself, knowing the stimulation that would follow. She grabbed her breasts, leaned forward, and slowly enveloped Malgor's cock between them. Malgor leaned back and sighed in grim satisfaction while Tyra moaned, feeling the warm and throbbing shaft pulsate between her sensitive tits. Her whole body shuddered from the touch and left her completely ****. That's when Helga decided to take action. She stuck her tongue out and teasingly licked Tyra's pussy. The pleasing lick made Tyra nearly jump in her **** state. She felt couldn't handle both her chest and nethers being treated like this at the same time. The feelings took her over, making her go limp for a moment.

"You've stopped moving," said Malgor, "If you stop, I won't have Lila here please you either."

"Are you not pleasing the master's cock?" said Helga, "Naughty girls who neglect their master's needs don't get their pussies licked."

Tyra snapped out of her daze. In the absence of pleaser, she didn't even think for a second. She instead immediately grabbed her breasts and squeezed them in and out with Malgor's dick between them. She gritted her teeth as she was **** to take advantage of her own delicate senses and overwhelm herself for Malgor's pleasure. All she hoped for was that she'd start feeling that tongue move beneath her again. Sure enough, a wet sensation slid across her slit, causing her to moan louder than ever. Helga dutifully lapped at her pussy over and over, making Tyra squeeze her tits more voraciously and at quicker pace. The sensitivity was no longer a burden, it was a part of the great pleasure in which she was drowning in.

"You thought you could control this night, control the game," said Malgor, "But that is not how you win. I am the master. You win when you realize there is no control to be had for you. You win when you lose yourself in submission. In pleasure. So go ahead and show me just how lost to me you are."

Tyra's face flushed a vibrant red and her mouth hung open as she endlessly moaned. She couldn't think straight anymore. She was so stimulated from multiple parts of her body that she had **** but to let the words of Malgor flow right into her head without resistance. She had been outplayed and outmaneuvered all night. Made to watch the image of her friend get fucked by her enemy. Made to humiliate herself just to make it stop. Being made to moan like a beast from the pleasure of her foe's dick and her tormentor's tongue was the happiest moment of the night by comparison. She no longer thought of the implications. She no longer wished to, for she knew there was no use in fighting back. At least in submission there was pleasure to be found. At least she could get through the night.

Malgor and Helga kept up their relentless **** on her tits and orifice. They had sped up to their maximum speed, Helga constantly swathing her tongue over the surface of Tyra's womanhood and Malgor actively thrusting into Tyra's breasts to the point that with every thrust the tip of his dick touched her open mouth. Tyra tried to keep up as best as she could, rubbing her boobs and with her hands and grinding her hips onto Helga's face, frenzied for more of her tongue.

"Good job, my little pirate ****," said Malgor, "Lila, you may let her cum, but only as soon as I do."

Helga winked from underneath Tyra. She knew how to control the instance of an orgasm, even down to the last second. Malgor grabbed one of Tyra's tits, making her scream. He thrust himself into her even harder, causing her boobs to bounce wildly and slap together under him. Tyra shook like a rag doll as Malgor used her. With a few final thrusts, Malgor cried out in pleasure as his cum shot from his cock and onto Tyra's moaning face, much of it landing inside her agape mouth. At the same time, Helga deviously focused her tongue on Tyra's clit, wiggling and pushing it harshly. It was too much, and Tyra screamed loudly as she came, clasping her thighs tightly around Helga's head and squirting her juices onto her face. Helga smiled as she was marked, and lapped it up eagerly.

Tyra made the master cum with her tits. +8 VP

Tyra collapsed onto the bed, an exhausted and empty husk. She felt like she couldn't move a muscle. Malgor leered over Tyra's listless body as Helga crawled out from under her, wiping her own face. She snapped her fingers and magically produced a white handkerchief in her hands. She leaned down to Tyra and thoughtfully wiped the cum off of her face. Once it was clean, Helga got up again and smiled.

"She ended up being a rather obedient slut after all," said Helga, "Might I say, your plan worked flawlessly my lord. She was utterly broken at the sight of her dear friend."

"You played your part well," said Malgor, "By the end she didn't even care that you were not the real Lila."

"Well, shall I leave you to sleep the night away with the comfort of your new toy?" said Helga.

"Why don't you spend the night with us?" said Malgor, "And change back to your normal form. I am interested to see how our pirate **** reacts when she wakes up without her precious Lila by her side."

"An excellent idea, my lord," said Helga.

With a simple swish of her fingers, the illusion came off. A sparkling white line traveled down Helga's form, turning her red hair back into vibrant silver. She grew taller and her facial features changed back. Soon, she was looking like Helga again, sitting naked on the bed in all of her stunning radiance.

"And I'll make sure you sleep comfortably," said Helga.

Malgor lied down on the bed as Helga curled up alongside him, gently touching his chest and brushing up against him. On his other side, Malgor put his arm around Tyra's waist and dragged her to him. She limply slid across the bed, giving in to his pull. He held both women close as he fell asleep. Tyra, still utterly unable to move had **** to but to feel the warm skin of the man who beat her into submission against her naked body as the void of slumber turned her world black.