Another Pair of Rolls. Kind of.

Maid remained in place through Foxtrot’s turn as it wasn’t very long and High Tech didn’t want her to move. She was upset by the fact that Knight Light’s contagious orgasm made the woman cum way before she wanted it to happen but was willing to let that slide as it had given her a fresh supply of woman goo to lick up. She held Maid in place for about a minute using her tongue to explore the depths of Maid’s pussy and lap up as much pussy cream as she could. She was already in a bad enough spot on the board and didn’t want to risk the game giving her a punishment like Knight Light had received for manipulating Foxtrot earlier so she wasn’t planning to risk holding Maid in place until her turn was over. Though she did rethink that for a moment after Maid’s roll put her out in the lead all by herself. She had rolled a 6 which gave her a two space lead and her first yellow of the game.

YELLOW: FACE

In battle you are known as a tough, tenacious, trustworthy brawler,

With friends you seek a reputation both humbler and smaller,

A sign of devotion you present appears to cost barely a dollar,

But contains greater depths, than just a plain bitch's collar.

CHICKEN OUT or CONTINUE?

Of course Maid continued and this time for whatever reason the magical flash that invoked all transformations lingered as a seemingly cheap-looking, frayed collar fastened itself around Maid's throat. It was too tight for her to get a good look at it so High Tech let Maid borrow her cellphone so she could use the camera for a better view. The submissive in her loved the idea of being a bitch wearing nothing but a collar and as a cherry on top, the small ID tag on it provided a little extra kinkiness that she adored. It didn’t say her name which somehow felt appropriate, people could call her whatever they chose. It just said, “Property of Blaze, High Tech, Knight Light, and Foxtrot,” on one side. On the other side it said, “if found, please spank, screw, and return promptly.”

Maid loved the way it looked and made her feel but Knight Light felt her magic senses tingling again and decided to do another quick magic detection spell to see if what she was feeling was correct. Again it wasn’t a terribly powerful item but this one had some decent conditional mind control protection. Essentially it would hinder any attempts at mind alteration that Maid didn’t wish to allow through. If she wanted to resist something from an untrusted source, she’d now have a much better chance of holding her own in a battle of wills.

With a smile and finding her new prize incredibly fitting and sexy, Maid handed the die to High Tech to end the round. And she rolled. And swore again. Another 2. She was already way behind and it was getting worse. She reached to grab her token and bump it two squares forward onto the green space she was supposed to go to but couldn’t. It was as if the little plastic piece was glued to the board and the board somehow was covered in paint denser than the matter at the core of a neutron star. No matter how hard she pulled, neither the piece nor board it was attached to would move in the slightest. After a short while, a message appeared. Once again the game avoided poetry and decided to be straight forward.

“You trail your friends by a significant margin thanks to some unfortunate rolls. Based on what I intended and the way you speak, I gather this isn’t something either of us want to continue. If your friends and you are willing to accept this deal, I offer it to you. Agree to draw 1 card of each color and instead of your roll of 2, you will be teleported to the same square as one of your allies.”

High Tech agreed without a second thought, at this point she and the rest of the women were beginning to see drawing cards as less of a threat and more of a reward so getting a couple extras was more welcoming than anything. Blaze, Foxtrot, and Maid all agreed quickly because they were hoping it’d lead to more chances to do sexual things with High Tech. Knight Light was the only one that hesitated and when High Tech accused her of being chicken, too scared of competition, she balked but remained steadfast. Which actually made the other women, Blaze in particular, rather pleased. She had been worried that accusations of cowardice could be too easily used by enemies if they found out how easily manipulatable Knight had become. But she still had some level of self control on the issue and from the pursed look on her face, it was apparent that Knight wasn’t completely opposed to the deal that the game was offering. She was just holding out for a little something extra to sweeten the pot.

And High Tech offered a wet, empty pot and knew Knight had the sweetener. Knight had gotten a pregnancy fetish earlier and decided that was a hook she could use. “If you go along with the deal, I’ll let you try to knock me up,” High Tech said. Which was all Knight Light needed to hear. The game board lit up again with each of the other players listed in order of current board position.

1. Maid of Sterner Stuff
2. Foxtrot
3. Blaze
4. Knight Light

It then told High Tech to borrow Knight Light’s four sided die and roll that. She did and ended up with a 2. For once her shitty, low rolls worked to her advantage as that meant she was now able to jump all the way up to tied for second with Foxtrot. And thanks to the terms of her agreement, four more draws were added to her without the ability to dissent. Though that didn’t mean much since there wasn’t anything that High Tech at this point would have opposed.

RED: MENTAL

I sit here writing poetry with kind of lame verses,

Either cryptic or obvious as the magic disperses,

This one the latter as from now it coerces,

The intelligent lady to speak largely in curses.

BLUE: STYLE

Halfway through the game before we give your clothes a salute,

For years this look served you but it’s time to give it the boot,

With your form and your figure it would be significantly more cute,

To kick this to the curb for a new kind of suit.

GREEN: BODY

I heard the deal you made with your friend,

That goal in mind, my plans for now bend.

As leaving without child now could offend,

Knight’s needs to impregnate for now I attend

YELLOW: FACE

Three times on this color and now I surmise,

It is now time to deal with those difficult eyes,

20/20 seems lame, so above that I rise,

Giving you something that is a real prize.

Visually the only thing that changed at that given moment was High Tech’s glasses vanished. Nobody else saw the deeper change involved but it was obvious that something was different as over the course of a couple of moments the girl looked around at various things and smiled as she did so while appraising her new vision. Her eyes weren’t just eyes. She could “change modes,” now as she looked around. She had natural, in-built telescopic vision, microscopic vision, infrared vision, and x-ray vision. She could only do one at a time but she could switch between all four or normal vision unimpeded and with zero effort. One other thing that got noticed was that the lab coat, white shirt, and pants that she came here in, had been replaced by a string bikini. Something told her that she would no longer be comfortable wearing much more than that.

“Holy shit, this is fucking amazing. Do you have any fucking clue how much shit I can see with these new god damned eyes? Between these fuckers and my new god damned arms I can do so much shit now. I fucking can’t wait to get out of this shitty dimensional limbo and hit the real fucking world. But first I need to make good on my fucking promise to Knight. That slut wants to knock me up and if I read that fucking poem correctly, it just made my cunt way more fertile. If you want it bitch, now’s your chance.”

But apparently the game wasn’t quite done with them. Since High Tech and Foxtrot were on the same square, that meant they were about to share a new fetish. Which wound up being lactation. “Well that shit’s convenient. Let me go get some jizz stuffed into my whore hole by Knight. If she does it enough I’ll fucking start lactating plenty for both of us eventually.” With that High Tech walked over to the bed that Knight and Maid had fucked on earlier. She lied down, lifted her legs up, and told Knight that it was time to get to fucking work.