A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master - Sex Stories

A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

... stuck in it.

“He arranges you on his bed,” I said, pushing down on Rachel’s left leg, which was still extended in mid-step. “The tendrils operating your muscles soften and bend effortlessly to his will, but harden against any attempt to move under your own power.”

I adjusted her in a few more places, straightening out her slightly crooked spine, making sure her head was fully resting on the bed, until she looked comfortable.

“Can I still talk to him?” Rachel asked.

“No,” I said. “The invisible tendrils are holding your jaw and tongue in place.”

She shut her mouth with a snap.

I ran my fingers slowly along the waistband of her jeans, to the fastening.

“What youcan still do is think your magic escape word and return to Earth,” I said. “Tell me if you decide to.”

Rachel’s mouth remained firmly closed, motionless except for the involuntary upward twitching at the corners.

“The demon prince removes what clothes he finds inconvenient,” I said, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them, along with her lace-trimmed panties, down over her tense, immobile ass and legs.

There was heat radiating palpably from the skin underneath, and I took a moment to stroke the backs of my fingernails up over her thighs.

“His touch is careful but businesslike, with an aftertaste of tenderness. It’s like he’s really trying to treat your body like nothing more than a valuable, delicate piece of equipment, but can’t quite forget the presence of a soul inside it.”

I put ...

... her hands over her head, with the die still in one of them, and pushed her legs apart. She remembered the rules of the spell, allowing herself to be spread without resistance, but then returning to her rigid state.

“That’s it for Prince Bastidio’s turn,” I said. “Catching you in his binding spell and moving you into position for the ritual deflowering.”

“But I can’t do anything on my turn, can I?” Rachel asked.

“You can try to break free of the spell with a raw strength check,” I suggested, “but with your stats, it’s going to take a nat twenty.”

“I guess that’s what I do, then.”

Moving only as much as the task absolutely required, Rachel opened the clenched hand holding her d20, letting it fall off the bed and onto the floor.

It was a sixteen.

I picked it up and pressed it back into her hand.

“No such luck. Bastidio’s turn again. You’re still fully immobilized and at his mercy.”

Rachel didn’t look the least bit broken up about this course of events.

“Even though you’re fully splayed out at this point,” I said, “Bastidio continues exploring your body for what seems like a little bit longer than necessary to get the job done.”

Rachel’s nipples were straining through her bra and soft t-shirt. I tapped each one in turn with a finger, through the fabric, and then ran my hands down to her naked pelvis. I pressed one palm flat over her utterly available pussy, just to feel the streak of moisture along my skin.

“‘One more chance to answer,’ Bastidio ...