"Nnnn."
Steph shook her head in delicious agony as she tweaked her clit. Gods, this is unbearable... A little more, and she pushed herself into a mini-orgasm, twitching in front of her friend and the two bandits as femcum gushed from between her legs. Then she tried to catch her breath and focus.
But... it was no use. She was still so horny. Like Ty, she needed a male -- or at least some lover -- to really sate herself, though for somewhat different reasons. Ty was a vixen in heat, her submissive urges honed through "years" of implanted training. Steph, on the other hand, was part succubus. She needed someone to "prey" on in order to fulfill her lust.
And she would have plenty of "prey" at a brothel. The bandit's words to Ty rang in her ears. "A good slut like you wouldn't want to run from the future that's in store at the Pleasure Palace." She began fingering herself again, lifting her arm from Ty's shoulders to fondle one of her generous tits.
She didn't want to run, she realised. And it wasn't just the infernal desires imposed on her by the Master. The troll had only built on what the Goblins -- on what Ty -- had already done to her. She had lost control of her body; she had been used as a living fleshlight on both her best friend and dozens of strangers. And she had developed a liking -- a craving -- to be so used. Gone was her desire to be a powerful warrior; all she wanted now was to use her performance skills to enflame lust and lure people to fuck her.
The bandits really could not have snagged a better pair to fulfil Luma Lerouge's request.
As Steph moaned, and jiggled, and writhed next to her, Ty did her best to resist her own urges. She kept her eyes closed; breathed through her mouth as much as she could to block the powerful scent of the males. Not that that helped, much; it just allowed her fantasies of dominant todds freer range.
The same thought had occurred to her as to Steph -- if anything her change had heightened her intelligence. She could easily use her talents to seduce the two men -- even the Dwarf, for her skills relied less on magic and more on simple knowledge of how to please. Though she did also have a little magic, both as a kitsune and as a courtesan, that she could use on the human and Orc.
But the problem was that. unlike Steph who had embraced her inner slut before even meeting the Master, Ty was still fighting it. To use her wiles to incapacitate the guards -- even if she didn't follow through with sexing them -- felt like a surrender.
Maybe we'll still be rescued... She decided to just wait, and hope.
But the hours passed. The camp and the sounds of battle had long since faded behind them. And worse, Ty realised that they were going in a very different direction than the one the Guild had intended. Her heart sank as she realised that it was very unlikely, even if the Guild defeated the bandits, that she and Steph would ever be found by their friends.
Soon she could see tall pink towers, capped by hexagonal domes with gilded ribs. As the carriage climbed up a gentle incline, the towers came closer and closer, and she began to see a high, slanted red roof, distant flags streaming from the gables. Then, below that, a rooftop garden, and then a tall pink spike, which rose from the centre of a massive red-and-gold dome.
Then they crested the rise, and the Dwarf reined in the horses. "There it is, boys," he grunted, the first words he'd spoken all day. "Closest thing to paradise in this wretched world."
The human bandit twisted around to see, and Ty and Steph tilted their bodies to look past the larger men. Only the Orc ignored the view, continuing to watch the prospective slaves.
Ty's jaw dropped. Somewhat behind the base of the hill, beyond a tall white wall surmounted by an iron fence lay acres of lush gardens, and rising from amid them a fantastic monument to lust.
As he had already seen, the walls were a soft, delicate pink of various subtle hues, almost as if they had been made of seashell. The bases and cornices and eaves were tinted red, like the tiles on the roofs and domes, and whorls and tendrils of red reached up the walls, beautiful and subtly erotic, as if the whole edifice were being consumed by passion. Tall square towers flanked the wings of a front hall, over the centre of which rose the enormous dome; behind it -- to the left from Ty's point of view -- rose an even taller, rectangular keep, its corner marked by elegant octagonal towers, topped by the roof gardens, with a smaller but still large hall.
The two main buildings were connected by two roofed hallways, an open courtyard lying unseen between them. In front unroofed colonnades ran out to a gate that pierced the wall, forming a forecourt.
"It... it's beautiful," whispered Ty despite herself. After her first adventures, she never expected to see something like this here.
Then the wind shifted, and the faint, musky smell of sex wafted up the hill. Involuntarily whimpering in need, Ty pulled her legs up into the seat, wrapping her arms around them, as if blocking her overflowing cunny would make the empty, hungry heat go away.
Beneath the carnal odour lay the odours of salt and fish. Beyond the Pleasure Palace lay a medium-sized town, and past that a wide bay, filled with tall-masted ships. The town looked prosperous, with several lovely buildings of its own, though none matched the magnificent brothel.
"Glad you like it." The human bandit turned back to look at Ty, smirking. "See that harbour? Folks come from all corners of the world to enjoy Madame Lerouge's Pleasure Palace. You girls are going to be very busy for the rest of your lives."
Ty whimpered again, then swallowed. The rest of our lives... That seemed all too likely. Unless... unless they made a break for it now, before the brothel staff knew of their arrival.
This was certainly their last chance to escape being pleasure slaves. Ty looked back over her shoulder, hoping against hope to see her friends coming up from behind.