1-127 A day of achievements

The music of flutes filled the air as the sweet scent of exotic incense scented the space. Jaina danced with her arms held high, slowly and sensually shaking her hips. Roric sat on his chair, his yellow eyes watching every move of her body as his left hand held her chain firmly. She was his toy, his source of amusement, and her place was chained to his throne like a pet. Gisley sat on the floor at his right, clutching a leg as she watched the dance. Evalynn stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders as she wore a chain. All the girls were here to serve their master, and they didn't want it any other way.

Behind them was a fire pit where food was being prepared by several of the gnoll women. They watched Jaina from time to time, commenting on how she served her master well. Jaina loved to hear their comments and know that people saw her as his slave girl. It was public knowledge what she and the others were, and every approving nod made her more excited. People knew and understood that she was a sex slave, and as such, she had sex quite often.

Roric had allowed her to dance for nearly an hour, swaying sensually to the music played by four gnoll musicians. The low thump of a drum echoed in her heart as she swayed the flutes. It was all meant to set a mood that she was a captive in a gnoll camp, turned into a sex slave to serve her master.

Eventually, he tugged on her chain and brought her closer, his firm cock growing out of the sheath that hid it. She knew what was on his mind by the hungry look in his eyes and had no power to resist his desires. He guided her to his lap, then turned her around and squeezed her rear.

“Put your hands on the floor, slave,” Roric commanded. She did as instructed, bending at the waist until her hands were firmly planted on the floor. This left her rear presented to her master, and a strong finger began to play with the lips of her pussy.

“Thank you, master,” Jaina whispered as her body responded to his touch. My finger slipped into her body, quickly followed by another as her master tested the readiness of her pussy. She couldn't help but smile as she maintained her position with head down and rear presented to him. Her body grew hot as his fingering took on a firm pace, reaching into her body to his knuckles. Her breasts began to bounce as he collided with her pussy, abusing her firmly as was his right.

Just as she drew close to the sweet release of orgasm, Roric took his fingers away. He left her trembling and panting, her body right on the edge as she rolled her hips in frustration. Roric put his fingers before Gisley, who obediently sucked at them to clean off Jaina's goo. All Jaina could do was hold her position as the sensation died away. She dripped to the floor, creating a little puddle as he body screamed for the orgasm it had nearly had.

Just as it was nearly gone, something warm and wet traced along her back. She realized it was Roric's long tongue as he leaned over, placing his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She gasped as he used that lovely tongue to reach between her legs, licking through the folds of her body. She moaned as he dragged it along her clit, going out of his way to press firmly against it. Her legs began to shake as it reached into her body, going further than any tongue could go as he ate her from the inside.

“Oh,” she groaned, her body trembling as the sensation built again. She ran wet with desire as her master ate her body, her pussy twitching with every lick. Her moans grew louder as she neared her point of release, only to have Roric suddenly pull away.

“You are not permitted to orgasm,” he said.

“What?” Jaina replied in shock as her body shook right on the edge.

“You heard me,” Roric said. “No orgasms.”

Jaina cried out as he resumed licking her body, aching to release. She grit her teeth and struggled to hold back the flood threatening to break the walls of the damn. He went at her with hunger now, lapping at her body so that she was crying out. She began to twist in an effort to contain the need to orgasm, trying desperately to obey his command. Minutes passed as her body screamed to be satisfied, driving Jaina to dig her fingers into the animal hide carpet. Roric swatted her rear when she started to work her hips, trying to lessen the stimulation.

“Master, please!” Jaina finally cried. “I can’t hold it back anymore!”

Roric pulled away, and she wanted to burst into tears as everything clenched in the need to orgasm. She was left wet and trembling as the sensation cruelly began to die away.

“Why?” Jaina begged. “Have I upset you?”

“How close to leveling are you?” Roric asked.

“I don't know,” Jaina panted. “I was close a week ago but haven't checked since then.”

“Why are you taking so long?” he asked as his hand explored her rear, a finger teasing the butt hole.

“I was just enjoying myself,” Jaina replied. “I wasn't trying to level. We have a home now and a way of life that I love. I wasn't so concerned about leveling up anymore.”

“We agreed before we came to New Eden that you were going to grind up to reach your evolution and become a mimic,” Roric said. “Why are you stalling now?”

Jaina remembered their long conversations about what they would do when they got here. She had talked about how fun it would be to be a mimic, able to take the shape of anything she desired. They planned to level up as quickly as possible until she reached the magic level of forty. Then she would evolve, and they would start looking for slave girls to play with. Of course, they found those girls much earlier than anticipated, but obviously, the goal hadn't changed. Roric wanted to know why she wasn't working hard to earn her level, especially considering how close she was already.

“I wasn't stalling,” Jaina pleaded. “It's just my mind has been elsewhere. So many amazing things are going on around us, and Heather opened up to be my girlfriend. I just put it to the side for a bit while I enjoyed the moment.”

“You do still want to be a mimic, don’t you?” Roric asked.

“Yes!” Jaina replied. “And I will; I just need a little more time.” She wanted to cry until Roric pushed on her rear. He guided her down until she felt something pushing at her pussy. He guided his cock into the folds of her body until her knees were slightly bent.

“You may have all the orgasms you want,” Roric said, stroking her back.

Jaina swung into motion bending her knees and using her legs to ride his firm cock. With her hands planted firmly on the floor, she bounded her rear before him, driving him in deeply until she bounced on his knot. She loved the sensation of bestial cock sliding through her body, sending shockwaves of the taboo up her spine. It took very little time for her to build up the sensation again, and before long, her legs trembled in a much-needed orgasm.

Roric sat back and let her do all the work, providing a stiff cock for her to grind out her need. She kept up her pace, going in long hard strokes as her hips bobbed. Jaina’s worked out a second orgasm and then a third, trying to fill the tension created by his denial. She needed to feel the power of his cock deep inside as she rode it like a whore. By the time she was at her fifth orgasm, she felt a hand on her back.

“Use your prolong power on me,” Roric commanded. “Do not allow me to cum.”

“But I want you to,” Jaina gasped, twisting her head to look up. “I love pleasing you.”

“I have all the pleasure I need,” Roric replied. “You, however, are going to ride my cock until you level.”

Jaina's mind swam at that decree as she struggled to remember how close she had been. She recalled that she was over halfway through the progress bar and had closed the gap even more since then. Every act of sex was a tiny boost in experience, and she had plenty of it since then. Some of her experience even came from Heather, who had finally begun sharing her love. Still, there was no way of knowing for sure without opening her character sheet, which was rather hard to do at the moment. All she could do was keep going, riding her master's cock and praying it wasn't too far away.

Hours later, the sun rapidly changed its angle in the doorway, indicating one of the periods of the day had passed. Her body was slick with sweat as she continued to bob her rear over Roric's waist swallowing his cock with her engorged pussy. She lost track of how many orgasms she had as she focused on keeping her trembling body in motion. Her feet stood in a puddle of her body's own excitement, every orgasm adding to the growing pool.

“Ohhh!” she moaned as another powerful spasm shook her body. Such a long bout of continuous sex had driven sexual escalation to insane levels. Now every orgasm was like a wave of electricity washing over her, sending everything into trembling spasms. Every movement of his cock was torture as it threatened to trigger another orgasm. She finally reached a point where her spent legs could take no more and nearly collapsed. Roric tugged on her leash, pulling her back up, and demanded she continue.

“I can't,” she pleaded, trying to keep the motion going. She suddenly felt a surge of renewed strength as Roric activated one of his powers. He used it to completely refresh her muscles, making it easy to resume the pace. She growled with the resignation that she would have to keep going and took up the rapid thrusting. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body as her feet began to slip on the slick stone. Gisley and Evalynn were employed to hold her feet stable so Jaina could keep up her relentless fucking.

When the sun moved again, she cried out, unable to believe she had been in constant motion for nearly six hours. Every thrust was inching her closer to the goal that would level her to a mimic. Thankfully both her seductress and sex slave class earned experience from the act of sex, so her goal had to be close. She lost track of time but eventually cried out as she felt her entire body tingle.

“I think it happened!” she shouted, earning a hand on her rear from Roric.

“Show me,” he insisted, allowing her to climb off his cock for the first time in hours.

“How can you be so calm?” Jaina asked, as she had to be supported by Gisley and Evalynn. Don't you want to finish?”

“We can do that later,” Roric replied. “Open your interface and show me your classes.”

Jaina sat on his lap so she could open the interface where he could see. Sure enough, it showed her morphic class was level forty, and right next to it were the words “Evolution Available.”

“Ha, you leveled hours ago,” Gisley said, pointing to the experience bar.

“What?” Jaina gasped and looked down to see she had perhaps seven percent progress across the bar. Gisley was right; she had leveled long ago and been uselessly grinding her way up the next level. “I am sore,” Jaina groaned and reached down to touch her tender pussy. “This needs a rest.”

“We will see,” Roric replied and tapped a finger on the interface that was like a hologram floating in the air. “Open your evolution options.” Jaina did as she was told, opening the choices. Like all evolutions, she had three options. She could become a greater morphic, able to mimic any person she had seen in perfect detail. Copying their voice, smell, aura, and other identifying traits. Even Roric couldn't pick her out with his enhanced senses, and she could pass through intense scrutiny. The greater morphic could even copy powers from an opponent if she could lay her hands on them. They were the perfect assassins, able to become anyone and even mimic their powers.

Another option was to become a vile jelly. This made her base form a blob of black translucent slime. She could assume a human form, but her true form was the slime. As the slime, she was a serious danger as her body was basically acidic and very hard to damage. She could pass through small cracks or dissolve a hole through obstacles. Even striking her with a weapon was risky because the weapon could be destroyed in the process. She also had the ability r form long flowing arms that ended in hooks or jaws that could deliver serious harm.

The last option was the mimic, a creature of stealth and ambush. It would allow her to shape her form into inorganic objects like a door, chest, bed, etc. She could also accumulate mass, growing in size until she could become a large series of objects. She could become a whole room, including all the furniture. She was reminded of Viylah, pretending to be a whole cabin with beds, tables, furs, and artwork on the walls.

“You know which choice to make,” Roric said.

“You make it for me,” Jaina said and moved so the interface was close to him. “You are my master.”

Roric nodded and tapped the mimic evolution, then tapped the accept button. Jaina was expecting some dramatic effect, but nothing changed except the name of her primary class.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Jaina said as she closed the interface.

“Do you feel any different?” Gisley asked.

“No, but I am anxious to try some shapes,” Jaina said. Roric suggested she get down, and Jaina stepped to the middle of the room. She tried to think of what shape would be good, then settled on a familiar one. Her form blurred and turned gray, melting into a formless blob.

“She's doing it,” Gisley said with wide eyes as that shape elongated and flattened, becoming a simple bed complete with sheets and pillows. Gisley smiled and walked to the bed, running a hand along the sheets. She lifted them to show how pliable they were, then happily climbed inside and snuggled in. “It even feels like blankets,” Gisley exclaimed.

“Why are you always sleeping on me?” Jain asked, her voice coming from seemingly nowhere.

“I like having somebody warm to sleep on,” Gisley laughed, then jumped as Jaina's form melted again. Gisley was caught up in the mass as Jaina reshaped and grew tall, becoming a cross of wooden timbers known as a bondage cross. Gisley was suddenly held fast at the wrist and ankle, spread wide on the cross before Roric.

“Now, this is an improvement,” Evalynn mused. “I like her like this.”

“Let me go,” Gisley urged as she tugged helplessly. Jaina laughed and extended an additional arm between Gisley's legs. It grew into a stout wooden peg embedded into her tight rear. Gisley was now held fast, unable to wiggle as she was anchored deeply in her ass.

“I like being a mimic,” Jaina laughed. “Now I can be any bondage device we want.”

“But you do have a size limit,” Evalynn reminded while running a hand up Gisley’s stomach.

“Well, I have the ability to modify my size to some extent, but yes, I can't be something tiny like a bowl. I would have to be the table and the bowl so that I could hide my extra mass,” Jaina replied. “If I decide to collect mass like Viylah did, I can be a whole room if I wanted.”

“But didn't she say that moving that much mass was difficult?” Evalynn pressed.

“Yes, because it is,” Jaina replied. “If you leave it behind, it decays after a few minutes and is lost. If you keep it, you will grow to show the mass. You can spend points on the skill that allows you to reduce mass, but only so far. Eventually, you get like Viylah, where the mass is so big she can't easily hide it all. Even when she took human form, she was nearly twenty feet tall and extremely bulky.”

“So, how big can you get?” Evalynn asked as she handled one of Gisley's breasts.

“There is a maximum size, but it increases with level,” Jaina answered. “At the first level of being a Mimic, I can absorb enough mass to triple my size, but it increases fast. By level fifty, I can absorb ten times my mass, and by level sixty, twenty times.”

“But all that mass becomes hard to hide,” Evalynn said before kissing Gisley. “Hence why Viylah never moves.”

“She's not just the mausoleum in Frank's graveyard,” Gisley interjected. “She's also the stone paths around it, and some of her mass is hidden in a stairwell underneath her.”

“It takes longer to change shape when your that bulky as well,” Jaina added, finally going fluid to release the fairy.

“Oh, she looked so pretty strapped up like that,” Evalynn sighed.

“I agree; I liked her like that,” Roric added. “I will add a cross to the room so she can hang there for my pleasure.” Gisley smiled and squealed in delight as Jaina took her proper form.

“Well, we did it,” Jaina said. “I am a mimic. Now players can hunt for me to get rare magical items.”

“Nobody is going to hunt for you,” Roric insisted, motioning her to return to his lap. “But we will keep this a secret except with those we trust.”

“We are protected here anyway,” Gisley said. “Frank would never let anything happen to us. If somebody caused us trouble, he would come running like he does for Heather.”

“Hmm,” Jaina said with a funny smile. “It’s nice to think the big brawler would come for us.”

“Will he come for me?” Roric asked. “He seems to have a penchant for fighting to protect women.”

“Don't you sell yourself short,” Jaina said and poked him in the shoulder. “You are Frank's best friend. I have seen how you, Frank, and Legeis sit around drinking and talking about us.”

“We never talk about you,” Roric said defensively. “Except to say how wonderful you all are.”

“I am sure,” Jaina laughed. “But we girls know you boys like to tell stories about us. So please don't stop on our account. In fact, you should tell them how we do all sorts of unspeakable sexual things to each other.”

“I don't know that Frank wants to hear that,” Roric argued.

“Every boy wants to hear about sex,” Jaina laughed. “Frank is banging all those pretty girls; I am sure he won't be surprised to hear about it.”

“If he decides to talk about it, then maybe,” Roric agreed. “But I think he's a bit of a crusader. He will only say nice things about his girls and never betray their modesty.”

“Oh please, his girls are running around in lace stockings and panties,” Jaina laughed. “They are dressed for sex and putting it all on display. Nobody is concerned about their modesty.”

“Still, I would rather Frank talked about it first,” Roric replied. “But in the meantime, we should celebrate your evolution.”

“She should have an extremely long run of sex,” Evalynn suggested.

“Oh, don’t you suggest such a thing,” Jaina quipped as Gisley laughed.

“Hmm,” Roric said as he rubbed his chin. “How about we celibate with a drink.”

“I want a drink,” Gisley said excitedly.

Jaina shrugged, and they walked down the hall, passing into a secure room guarded by twelve of their most powerful gnolls. At the end of the room were two tiger men standing watch over an archway that led to another hall. This hall was wide and well decorated with a dozen more guards, all nodding as the group passed. Harem girls smiled as they passed and entered the main hall. In honor of Jaina's evolution, they wore sexy clothing with lots of leather as they paraded through the room on leashes held by Roric. They had a space near the back of the hall that was reserved for them at all times.

Drinks were brought to the girls, and a few harem women joined them, sitting at Roric's feet in a happy bunch. For the next hour, they laughed and talked, sharing in a small celebration. It was a happy moment but grew more special when warm white-furred hands wrapped around Roric's neck and Rajeen arrived.

“So here is where you are,” Rajeen purred. “You seem to be in good spirits.”

Roric nodded as she swept around him and sat in his lap to hear the details. She was most pleased to learn of Jaina's evolution and congratulated her on her achievement. The women were amused to learn how Roric forced her to level and how she went beyond it by accident.

“I am happy for you,” Rajeen said, beckoning Jaina to join them. Jaina went into her arms and was pulled into Roric's lap and a warm furry hug. They enjoyed the embrace until a couple of familiar faces arrived, and Idris smiled beside Quinny.

“Hello, loves,” Jaina said as the two girls approached.

“Hey,” Quinny said. “Have you seen Frank?”

“Not today,” Roric replied. “What are you girls doing?”

“We are planning my adventure,” Idris said. “Quinny took me to the crossroad area, and I love it. Have you seen her forest? It's crawling with undead and wolves.”

“We have been there before,” Jaina said with a smile. “We are so glad you found a place to build and call your home.”

“I am, too,” Idris said, sweeping aside her lovely hair. “I was wondering, though, about the chastity belts.”

“What about them?” Rajeen asked.

“Well, Zillix tried to open it with his magic, and he was sure he broke it,” Idris said. “I was terrified I would be trapped in it forever.”

“Oh my goodness, you thought the lock was broken?” Jaina asked and watched as Idris nodded.

“I would have lost my mind,” Evalynn said. “I can’t imagine believing it could never come off.”

“There was never any danger of that,” Rajeen purred. “The keys will always work, no matter what magic was used to dispel it. Besides, so long as I could hold the key, the belt would open with a simple verbal command.”

“But can the keys be destroyed?” Idris asked.

“Yes, but if they are destroyed, I can summon new ones,” Rajeen explained. “Also, they can't be stolen. If they are taken more than ten yards from the belt, I can again summon new ones.”

“But what if the keys are encased in stone or metal?” Quinny asked. “They wouldn't be destroyed, but they would be unusable.”

“The simple solution is to take Idris away,” Rajeen explained. “Once she is ten yards from the unusable key, I could summon a new one.”

“So there is no way to lock a belt permanently,” Quinny said.

“Goodness no,” Rajeen said. “I suppose you could engineer a belt with no lock, but then it could be cut off. I suspect the magic Zillix dispelled was the enchantment that made the lock respond to verbal commands. So I could not have ordered it to open, but the key would still work.”

“So nothing can open that belt but the key now?” Idris asked. “It won’t respond to voice commands?”

“That is correct,” Rajeen said. “I suppose I should get rid of it and get a new belt.”

“Could I have it?” Idris asked.

Jaina wondered why the woman would want it, but Rajeen said yes and sent a girl to fetch it. She returned with the belt, the bra, and two keys that she handed to Idris. The woman held the belt and turned it over in her hands as she trembled at the sight of it.

“Idris?” Jaina asked as she climbed down. “Sweetheart, what is the matter?”

“It's just I honestly thought I was in chastity for good, and I was getting used to the idea,” she said. “I know it sounds strange, but I felt a sense of disappointment when it came off. A part of me was excited to know I was in chastity for good.”

“Do you think you would like to be a chastity slave?” Rajeen asked as Idris looked nervous.

“I don’t know,” Idris admitted. “But I made a connection with Zillix while locked away. I had nobody else to draw on, so I ended up sucking his cock regularly to find my way.”

“That’s why he is so fond of you,” Roric said with a nod.

“He was a good friend once he stopped calling me a dirty slut,” Idris replied.

“I wondered about that,” Jaina laughed. “Why was he calling you that?”

“I called myself that out loud and didn’t know he was following me,” Idris explained. “He heard what I said and assumed that was what I wanted to be called.”

“Well, you have some thinking to do,” Jaina said. “You have four potential masters to choose from.”

“Four?” Idris asked.

“Yes,” Jaina said and gestured for the woman to sit on the cushions with the others. “You could join Rajeen, Roric, Frank, or Zillix. Any of them could be the master who owns your body.”

“I was just playing with Zillix,” Idris insisted but looked at Quinny. “Do you think Frank would make me his slave girl?”

“I think we know who she has her heart set on,” Rajeen laughed.

“I bet he would take you if I told him you wanted to be his,” Quinny said excitedly. “He really likes you and wants to help make your adventure.”

“Why does the man who isn't sure he wants a harem have a bigger one than us?” Jaina asked as she glared at Roric. “Frank has five girls, soon to be six, and you still have three.”

“We have all of Rajeen's harem,” Roric corrected. “Plus, we have Chandice.”

“Chandice isn’t a slave girl,” Jaina argued. “She’s my girlfriend and your lover.”

“He has me as well,” Rajeen added. “I may not wear a collar, but I hope I am counted in his number.”

“I just think it’s funny how Frank has so many girls,” Jaina stated.

“It won’t matter for long,” Quinny said. “He’s starting to enjoy treating us as his slave girls. I bet he makes us join Rajeen’s harem soon, and then we will be one big harem.”

“Well, in the meantime, why don't you take Idris to Frank's bed,” Rajeen suggested. “She can spend a few nights there, then a few with us while she decides whose slave girl she wants to be.”

Jaina smiled at the suggestion and the clever tactic it represented. Idris would float between the harems, acting as the first shared girl. Of course, Jaina was also shared for the most part, but this would help ease Frank into the idea that the girls could entertain both him and Roric.

“Well, thank you,” Idris said as she took Quinny by the hand. “I want to find Frank and show him our new plans. He wanted to show me his tunnels as well. I so want to see what his lair looks like.”

“Have fun, girls,” Jaina waved. “Enjoy being alone with Frank in his dungeon.”

“Ha, do you think he has a bondage room down there?” Evalynn asked.

“If he doesn't, he is wasting a golden opportunity,” Jaina replied as the girls went off to find him.

“So, this is a wonderful day,” Rajeen said. “Shall we celebrate it with a little sex?”

“I am sure Jaina would love that,” Roric said as Jaina looked up in surprise.

“Then let us go to the bedroom,” Rajeen purred. “Where we can make love for hours.”

“Can't we just talk?” Jaina pleaded as she was dragged away to giggles from the others. For the rest of the night, she was forced to endure constant lovemaking, but in the bliss of that moment, she found peace. After all, wasn't sex what she was here to provide, and wasn't her tile a sex slave?