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In the bandit\'s clutches
By : Brandon
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- 1-In the bandit's clutches
- 1
    “Miss Lina? Please wake up, Miss Lina.”
   Lina groaned and grumbled. There were plenty of things Lina would have enjoyed waking up to. Amelia’s voice was not one of them. She shivered, feeling a little chilled and tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but she must have been tangled up, because it didn’t actually work, so she cuddled into the warm portion of the bed, groping for another sheet. “Go away,” she muttered, hoping the younger spitfire would follow her order. She didn’t feel up to pounding the girl if she persisted. Her head was pounding something fierce, like she’d drunk herself into a stupor. She knew that couldn’t be the case, because while she’d eaten a lot, she’d had relatively little alcohol.
   “Oh...Miss Lina, get up!”
   It was the urgency and fear that cut its way through the fog in Lina’s mind. She might categorize the Seyruun princess as whiny or annoying at times, but when she sounded like that, something really had gone wrong. She forced her eyes open despite the throbbing and was shocked at how close Amelia’s face was to hers. “Eh?” was all she could say, shock resonating in the sound, and she tried to pull back, but found she wasn’t going very far. Her arms were wrapped around Amelia’s body and chained behind her friend. It seemed that Amelia’s arms were in the same position, around her.
   The worst part was that, other than their capes, Amelia’s and her own, and her yellow top, which was bunched up above her chest, the two of them were bare. Amelia’s chest was pressed against hers and their bodies were intimately against one another. She shook and twisted the chains, trying to break free, but the manacles held in place.
   Amelia’s blue eyes met her own and the terror at their situation was resonating in them. “What do we do?” she asked.
   “We blow our way out,” she said. “Hold tight to me. I don’t want to burn you as well.”
   “But, Miss Lina!”



   “Let me concentrate, Amelia.” She focused on the wall the chains were attached to. “Fireball!” She was shocked when nothing happened.
   “Don’t you think I already tried magic?” Amelia was shaking now. “Something is keeping it from working! What are we going to do, Lina?”
   Lina wasn’t sure. Not only were they trapped, but Lina was having trouble thinking. Amelia’s body pressing against hers was making concentrating even more difficult than the pain in her head. “I’m thinking...” she said to buy some time, not wanting Amelia to panic any more than she was. She looked beyond Amelia, trying to get a feel of the room, but other than a wooden table and a couple of chairs, all she saw were stone walls, a heavy wooden door, and a small barred window high up. I’ve been through worse, she thought, but she had to admit that this was something new. She felt completely unguarded, being stripped, she couldn’t defend herself like this.



   The heavy door creaked open and Lina winced, the pain in her head returning. “Isn’t this a wonderful sight?” A cocky man stepped into the room, dark brown hair falling down over his right eye to his neck. A large ugly scar ran across his face between his dark blue eyes and ended at his mangled nose. “I’ve been waiting so long for this Lina. Such a sweet...” He licked his lips, staring at their bodies, “succulent revenge.”
   “You touch me or her and I’ll make sure you regret it!” Lina yelled, struggling a little, though all it did was rub her body against Amelia’s, bringing the wonderful feeling back into focus.
   “My men and I are going to do more than touch,” he said, chuckling as he stepped aside. Several more bandits entered the room as he took a seat in one of the wooden chairs.
   “I...I...I am a w...warrior of love and justice.” Amelia was stammering and shaking and not helping Lina’s focus at all, but she dropped into full speech mode to try and hide her fear. “You can’t do this to me! Justice’s hammer will punish all of you! Right, Miss Lina?”
   “Yeah, sure...” Lina said back, her gaze dropping to Amelia’s chest. Big... boobs. She was ashamed that was all she could think of with all the men in the room leering at them. And it wasn’t as if this was the first time she’d seen Amelia naked. But it was the first time she felt this way about it and it didn’t make any sense. Was she just comparing them to her own? Or was that feeling behind her thought something much more?
   “My dear, the only punishing is going to be done by us,” the bandit said, snapping her back to reality. “After all, naughty girls need to be punished, correct? And you’re in such a naughty position right now...” That got a laugh from his cronies, though Lina failed to see what was so funny.
   He stood again, walking over and running his hand through Lina’s hair. “You don’t know how long I’ve been planning this, little one. I’ve followed you all over this blasted continent, waiting for this opportunity. Ever since you gave me this scar...”
   Lina’s eyes widened. Only one person had ever called her that. Most today wouldn’t dare, fearing her wrath. She thought back, recognizing him after a moment. She thought the bandit had long since been dead. Not many lived this long in his line of work. Zephillia and her childhood seemed like such a long time ago after everything she’d done. “I was defending myself from you...” was all she could manage.
   “I wonder if you tell yourself that lie to help you sleep at night. If you recall, when you struck, I was unarmed.”
   “And three times my size,” she said, heat coming from her words. “Don’t forget you attacked that wagon first.”
   “And the whelp who would become the Great Lina Inverse just had to make a point. By the time I got to someone who might have been able to fix this, it was too late. I’ll never be the same again.” He tapped his face as if it was symbolic.
   “Don’t ask me to feel sorry for a bandit.” Lina replied hotly.
   “I won’t. I’ll just take what I want from you like a good bandit should.” He smiled, the grin shaking Lina in a way she never felt when fighting any Mazoku. “But when I’m done with you, I’ll leave plenty of scars that magic will never heal. Scars that will haunt your nightmares forever.”
   Lina grit her teeth, looking to her companion and the ashen look on Amelia’s face. For all of her companion’s naivete, Lina could tell she knew what lay ahead for them both. Her face set, she glanced at their captor. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this. It’s just between you and me.”
   “Ah, but that’s just the point,” he said, circling around to Amelia, gripping her hair and yanking her head back. He ignored her cries, bringing the flat of a dagger blade to Amelia’s throat as she trembled. Lina started and her gruff exterior crumbled as she stared worriedly at the bandit. “That’s the look I want to see from the great ‘hero’. Pain. Fear. I know I could beat you, whip you, even cut off a limb, and you’d still defy me to your dying breath. But this one,” he said, pressing the edge of the blade to her throat. Lina couldn’t stop herself, trying to reach up to prevent him from hurting Amelia, he grinned at her. “This one can suffer for any of your misdeeds you might try now and you’ll be stuck knowing it’s all your fault.”
   “Don’t hurt her!” Lina cried, feeling that same fear rising up that Phibrizzo had evoked in her.
   “Now that depends on you, doesn’t it?” He smiled, standing up. “I think you should show me you want to cooperate. How about you two share a passionate kiss?”
   “What?!” Lina and Amelia cried out together. Amelia’s face was burning red now. Lina didn’t know how it was for Amelia, but she didn’t want her first kiss to be this way.
   “It shouldn’t be that bad, especially with the mix of fennel root and grenna powder I put in your food last night.”
   Lina’s eyes narrowed. No wonder I’ve got such a headache. Alone, having either of those substances was enough to get you arrested. Fennel root had been in use by doctors as a way to knock out a patient when they’d needed to amputate a limb to keep the patient alive. It always led to a hangover-like headache when the patient awoke. But they learned how dangerous it was to use when some of their patients never woke up, trapped in a deep and painful sleep forever.
   Grenna powder, on the other hand, was originally used in salves to help stimulate a sexual encounter. On the skin, it was harmless. Ingested, however, it made for a powerful aphrodisiac, unwanted or no. Several who did craved sex for hours afterward, willing to do anything to get it. Which most unsavory characters abused. Either substance was illegal. Mixing them together was insane. “You have no idea what those two will do together!”
   “I guess we’re about to find out,” he said, grinning. “Get started, or I start taking off pieces of flesh from your pretty little friend.”
   Lina opened her mouth to protest, trying to hold some feeble shred of dignity and stave off the feelings the Grenna powder was eliciting in her, but Amelia pasted her lips to Lina’s. The kiss was big and hungry with a little tongue thrown in, and Lina was so shocked she did nothing to stop it. She didn’t know whether it was the fear of being cut, the grenna powder taking effect for her as well, or something repressed. She hoped it wasn’t the third, but then she was kissing Amelia back, the feelings overtaking any reasonable thought due to the powder.
   She tried to drown out the cheers from the bandits, and focus just on the kiss and not who was giving it.   Her hands slipped under Amelia’s cloak, running up her back as she pulled the Seyruun princess in tight against her body. Amelia whimpered, clinging to Lina as their tongues dueled.
   Rough hands gripped their heads and pulled the two apart, saliva hanging between them momentarily. Lina was panting now, and Amelia was flushed, confusion evident on her face until the bandit stuck his cock between the two of them. “Lick it, bitches,” he said, “And make sure you don’t bite, or there will be consequences.”
   Lina glowered at the man, but her worry for Amelia compelled her to obey. She reached out with her tongue, brushing the tip as gently as she could, hoping that would be enough, but the man grabbed her by the hair. “Don’t pussyfoot around, wench. I expect your tongue to bathe every inch of it.”
   Lina glanced over at Amelia, who was working on the shaft diligently, and she worried just how far gone into the powder Amelia was. She was still able to show some resistance, but Amelia was either too deep or too afraid to do the same. Please let her be alright inside. Sometimes people who took too much powder lost themselves in the lust it created and were unable to find their way back, ever. If they’ve done that to her, I’m going to cause pain on top of pain; an everlasting torment for them to endure, but never escape from.
   She leaned forward, not wanting to give them any reason to give her more either. She closed her eyes as she licked along the length, sickened by the act itself. This should have been with Gourry, not this unwashed toe fungus. She knew that’s exactly what the bandit wanted. He wanted her to feel humiliated and helpless, and he was succeeding. Without a weapon or her magic to draw on, all she could do was obey or risk them carrying out their threat and hurting Amelia.
   Hands gripped their heads, forcing the two girls closer together as they both licked up and down the man’s length. Occasionally, their tongues met, and Lina blushed each time. Their cheeks pressed together as he pulled back, ordering them both to lick the tip. Now she had no choice as her tongue mixed with Amelia’s as they licked the man’s tip. She could taste his pre-cum, and she was worried as she felt herself wanting more of it.
   He pulled back, his member hard, and he pushed it in Amelia’s mouth. Amelia growled as he forced himself in her, moaning as she worked on his dick. She could hear her friend moaning as he did.   Then he pulled out and it was Lina’s turn. She tried to keep her mouth shut, and he reached forward, gripping her nose. She tried to hold her breath, but when she had to gasp for air, he shoved his dick in. She fought the urge to bite him, knowing Amelia would pay the price for her defiance.
   As she worked, someone else turned Amelia’s head, forcing himself in her mouth. Both of them were now sucking off a bandit each. Her tongue was working on the man’s cock, trying to ignore the feelings of lust building in her body, just trying to finish him off.
   The man in Amelia’s mouth pulled out first, giving her a chance to breathe. He turned her head back as Lina’s bandit pulled out, drenching their faces in cum. The sticky substance clung to her face and she spat, trying to keep it out of her mouth. They were then turned to face the other bandit, just as he came on their neck and chest. “Gross...” Amelia said, her voice quavering, and Lina was glad her friend was still with her, for now anyway.
   “Don’t like your cum lotion? Then let’s help you with that.” The bandit reached around Amelia’s waist, lifting her up until her chest was right in Lina’s face, smearing the cum around. “Why don’t you clean off her chest with your tongue, Lina?”
   “How about I rip yours off and do it that way?” she growled, which earned her a bash on the back of her head.
   “Always with the lightning tongue,” he said, tsking. “If you want to tear out a tongue, let’s use this little one’s then,” he said, bringing up a switchblade to Amelia’s mouth. “Open wide.”
   “Miss Lina! Help!” Amelia screamed, twisting away as he grabbed her head. She clamped her jaw shut, trying to keep the blade out.
   “Stop!” Lina cried and leaned forward, licking on Amelia’s breast in a hurry so he wouldn’t hurt her. She could hear Amelia start to moan and she hated it.
   “That’s better...” he said, putting the blade away and letting Lina work.
   “Hey boss. Why aren’t they acting like the other girls on the powder?”
   “Good question,” he said, staring down at Lina. She averted her gaze, looking straight at Amelia’s nipple as she worked to get the cum off it. “Might be because of the fennel. We’ll have to try it later to be sure.”
   Lina filed that information away, hoping it would give her a chance to escape. All she was feeling right now were occasional waves of lust and if it stayed that way, she might be able to find a chance to get loose. If only I could use my spells. Dammit! Amelia cried out in pleasure, gripping Lina’s back and pulling her closer, mashing her big breasts in Lina’s face, making it harder for Lina to focus on something other than her situation. Amelia, you aren’t helping! The cum tasted salty and Lina tried not to gag as she licked it all up off Amelia’s chest. Amelia was moaning and writhing as she worked, her nipples hard.
   “Alright, enough pussyfooting around. It’s time for the main event.” He yanked back on Lina’s hair, causing her to cry out, and he brought out his switchblade again. She gulped, worrying what he wanted to do to her with that, but he slashed at her cape, tearing most of it away. Another bandit did the same to Amelia, exposing most of their bare backs in the process. “There we go. Easy access.”
   Lina’s eyes widened, knowing exactly what that meant. She fought as they hoisted her and Amelia up, unhooking the chain from the wall even though they left her and Amelia’s hands bound around each other, and carried them over to the table, laying them both down on it. Lina was flat on the table with Amelia on top of her. They grabbed Lina’s legs, lifting them high in the air and chained them up above while they chained Amelia’s to the table legs. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but her captors didn’t seem to care. “Let us go or so help me I will...”
   “You’ll stay quiet if you know what’s good for you.” The leader leaned down near her, the stench of his breath causing her nose to wrinkle in disgust. He stood up, staring around at the gathered bandits. “One of you will have the pleasure of being the first with the little princess. Just remember that Lina is mine.”
   “No! Don’t you touch her!” Lina yelled as Amelia quaked against her. Amelia heard one come up behind her, turning her head to see, her eyes wide with fear. Lina glanced behind Amelia and she gasped. The man who won the honor had a large dick, and Amelia’s body was small enough. He came forward, ignoring anything from both ladies and gripped Amelia’s hips, bringing her up to his massive member. She quailed, but he forced his way in, grinning wider at her cries of pain. Lina began hurling obscenities at the bandit that was tearing away Amelia’s womanhood, taking something that should have been Amelia’s to give. That earned her a gag from the bandits who were tired of the crap she was spewing. “There. Now you’re as you should be. Seen but not heard.” She growled through the gag, but it was all she could do in her position.
   “Ow! Ow!” Amelia cried, pressing herself against Lina tightly as the man fucked her. Lina ran her hand along Amelia’s back, trying to comfort her as best she could as she knew she was going to be next. Amelia was sobbing now and Lina held her tight. “Please...please stop!”

   “I don’t think so, Princess. After all, I haven’t filled your precious pussy yet.”
   Amelia wailed, but they didn’t gag her, preferring to listen to the dark-haired girl scream. He was moving at a fast pace, not caring if Amelia was comfortable or not. Soon her wails turned to moans, though of despair or pleasure, Lina couldn’t tell.
   Unable to do anything to prevent this atrocity, and unwilling to listen to her friend’s cries or the man’s grunts, she began looking around for a means of escape should the opportunity arise.   Her first thought was to run. She was not a coward by any standard, but with no protection or magic, fleeing until she could roast these creeps might be her only option.
   Unfortunately, the door was always being guarded by several of the bandits just in case she did try something. She frowned, looking around. If fleeing wasn’t an option, she had to find some way to fight. The bandits were leaving their clothes lying all around, but also dropping their sword-belts and weapons on the floor as well. If she could get hold of a weapon, she might be able to stand a better chance. However, against such a number, they’d have to be very unskilled fighters, or she’d have to get extremely lucky. She was good with a weapon, better than anyone really gave her credit for, but she knew her limits.
   Amelia arched her back, pushing up and she heard the bandit grunting harder, bringing her focus onto her friend’s torment. “Alright,” the man said roughly, “are you ready to be seeded by someone as low as me, Princess?”
   “No...No, don’t!” Amelia cried, trying to pull away again, but it just brought on derisive cries from the surrounding men and urged on her rapist as he plunged deeper inside Amelia.   Lina felt her arch and the man gave a satisfied grunt as he thrust deep in her, leaning down over her and nipping at her neck. There were several dirty jokes at Amelia’s expense as the bandit pulled back, and the princess buried her face into Lina’s shoulder.
   Movement caught Lina’s attention and she saw the man responsible for their situation come up between their legs. She tried to focus her hate through the growing haze, to hold onto something that would keep her from succumbing to the foul powder. She wanted to have his face burned into her memory so that when they escaped, she could kill him the next time she saw him. He leaned down, his grin making the scar on his horrid face even more haunting, and yanked out the gag. “So I can hear your screams better. I can’t wait to break you, Lina, to finally cow the famous sorceress and have her just be our enslaved bitch.”
   “Dream all you like. It still won’t happen, no matter how much you drug me.”
   He laughed. “We’ll find that out later. But I want you to feel this pain before that time.” He brought his own cock to her pussy lips. “Scream for me.” And he shoved inside.
   Lina hadn’t wanted to give him the satisfaction. She wasn’t prepared for that type of pain and a sobbing cry escaped her lips despite her best efforts. It was all the encouragement he needed in this situation and he seemed to get off on her cries as he pounded harder and deeper. The pain began to subside eventually, even under the rough treatment, but her humiliation at being raped didn’t and she bit her tongue to try to keep from feeling anything but disgust at this. The powder made even that difficult as some moans forced their way past.
   “Well, well, the little sorceress really is a whore...” he said, the taunt cutting her because she couldn’t do anything but take it. She longed to have her arms on him, but it was getting harder to think about whether it was to strangle or caress him. Coherent thoughts were becoming a haze and that scared Lina to the core. The bandit leaned forward, pressing Amelia’s bare body against hers and he grinned, yellowing teeth and awful smelling breath beating down on her. “I want you know the name of your first man...and your new master. You should never have left Zerik Blackbone alive.”
   He began to ram faster and faster, his grunts sickening to her as he worked her over. She knew he was going to cum in her, but she held her protests, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. She had to bite her lip, but she let her pride guide her silence. It didn’t seem to matter to Zerik. He was throwing taunts at her all the while, and he began to scratch at Lina’s sides, leaving red streaks in her skin and occasionally drawing blood.   Lina thought she had it all under control. I will not lose! Then Amelia crammed her lips on Lina’s, her tongue seeking entrance, and Lina’s resolve began to crumble.
   Amelia’s tongue danced with her own, her friend eager to taste Lina. Lina’s back arched and the pleasure she finally felt threatened to overwhelm her. It was so strange. The background and the jeers of Zerik’s men faded until all she felt was the two bodies colliding with hers. Her fight with the grenna powder was coming to an end and, like every other person who had ingested it, it was a fight she couldn’t win.   I failed. I failed us both. She clutched at Amelia, holding onto the princess as a life preserver, and she still managed to shed a tear when Zerik came inside her.
   Zerik was chuckling madly now as he pulled back, watching the two go at it. He walked around, not bothering to redress as he pet Lina’s hair, leaning down. “That’s what I’ve wanted to see. Let go. Enjoy the new life I created for you.” He laughed, throwing his head back. “Not like you’ll have a choice though.”    Lina was pulled away from the kiss by her hair and from Amelia’s cries, someone was doing the same to her. Even though she was upside down, she could see something being mixed into a drink. “No...” Amelia cried and Lina looked up enough to see them pouring one down her throat, holding her nose and mouth closed to get her to swallow it.
   “Stop. You have me. Let her go!” Lina struggled, though her hope fled when she saw Amelia swallow, her eyes glazing quickly as she began panting, her breath ragged.
   “Sorry, but as I said before, this one is here to be punished for your actions, past and present. You brought this on her, and you’re going to watch first as she falls to the grenna, and then you’re going to join her.” She was unchained, and Amelia was pulled off her before they chained her back down to the table with her limbs chained to a leg each. She felt her ass being spread and something circular being pushed in that was shaking as it went in. She tried to push it back out, but she couldn’t and the vibration was driving her wild. Something held it in place. “Do you like it? A friend gave it to me. The same one who supplied me with all the grenna I will ever need to keep you in line. Said it would start to rob a woman of conscious thought and replace it with desire to please. It’s only temporary for as long as it’s in, but I’m sure it will be more than enough to break you.”
   Amelia was brought down in front of her, and she was forced to her knees by the surrounding bandits. This time, she didn’t hesitate, reaching up to pull down one bandit’s pants and engulfed his cock in her mouth, sucking on it while stroking a second that was already out and waiting for her.
   “Amelia...” Lina said, sorrow filling her as she watched her friend dive into the orgy that was starting. Her own body was craving those cocks, and she shuddered to think of herself giving in to these bandits. She tried to shut her eyes, but a small cut forced them back open each time she wanted to look away. It was also getting harder to think as the vibration ran up her spine. She began to crave to take Amelia’s place, to feel what her friend was feeling, and she hadn’t even been given a second dose yet. She began to sob, unable to hold it back.
   “Oh, poor little Lina. I didn’t think you’d crack this fast. Maybe this is something the mighty sorceress isn’t able to stay strong on?” He looked over at Amelia. “Or maybe I finally found the right weakness for you.” He laughed, gripping her hair and pulling her head up so she could see him and forced some of that vile liquid into her, holding her nose until she swallowed it.
   He sighed and grinned as she panted, her body warming immediately as the next wave shot through her, making her cravings hard to fight. “You should know grenna’s effects on the body. But do you also know its effects on the mind? It seeps in with each dose, and the addiction becomes worse. It also makes you more susceptible to orders, especially from someone who can give you more grenna. The more you want it, the less you’ll be resistant to doing. Once I’m sure you’ll obey, maybe I’ll have you kill your two male companions. Wouldn’t that be nice?” He cackled as he let her head drop and she grew wet, unable to stop staring at Amelia as she let one of the bandits fuck her pussy while she sucked more men off.
   Gourry...Zel...someone help... she thought as she was unchained, sweat glistening on her body as though she was feverish. She didn’t fight them as they brought here near Amelia, and she felt a warm cock between her legs. It was too much, and she didn’t hesitate as she impaled herself on it, taking it in with a gleeful giggle that belied the situation. Her mind was a whirl of pleasure and desire and the thoughts of propriety, fear, or vengeance fled as the pure need for pleasure overrode any rational thought she should have had. She bounced on the man’s cock, trying to time her movements with his to maximize the incredible feelings that coursed through her. She didn’t even hesitate when someone kissed her and she didn’t care that it was Amelia.
   A haze fell over Lina as she kissed Amelia, though it was hard to keep together as they were fucked in separate rhythms. Nothing outside this small orgy mattered to her, whether it was the cheers and catcalls that faded away from her consciousness or the actions of anyone that wasn’t near her. Her hands ran along Amelia’s back and she wasn’t fazed when the man taking her came inside her. It wasn’t long before Amelia bowled her over, the princess’s hands roaming all over her skin.
   Lina felt her body being moved, and she only fussed for a moment as Amelia was pulled off her. It didn’t last as her ass was spread, the ball was removed, and a cock pushed its way inside. She cried out in ecstasy and felt Amelia’s body against hers again. Another bandit completed the sandwich, taking Amelia’s ass as well. Amelia’s tongue danced with hers and Lina gripped her friend tight, trying to ride out the crashing waves of pleasure. She came at least twice before the men did, and her body only yearned for more.
   As Lina and Amelia kept at it, more bandits came to partake of their bodies as well. Lina didn’t know how many there were, and she didn’t really care. When one asked them to clean him off after he came inside one of them, she and Amelia went at it like it was candy, licking along his shaft like it was a lollipop. Occasionally their tongues intertwined, and at one point they were kissing around the head as they licked it. The cum, which before Lina might have called disgusting, was a sweet nectar that made her believe there was more joy to come, and when he splattered them both with it, they took great pleasure in licking it off each other.
   One man pulled her into his lap, taking her by the ass as two more came over and she began stroking one member and sucking on another. Amelia came down between her spread legs, licking her pussy as a bandit filled her own. The overload of pleasure was lighting through her and she moaned around the cock in her mouth, orgasming especially hard as the man played with her diminutive breasts. The man in her ass was insatiable and Amelia never stopped eating her out, causing the orgasms to flood her body. She took her free hand and trailed it to the balls of the man she was sucking off, her mouth soon filling with his cum, which she drank greedily.
   Amelia left her pussy, leaning forward to suckle a nipple as the man let go of it. Her hand trailed down, fingering Lina in an agonizingly slow pace. Lina would have thrown her head back if she could have and cried out to the room. Amelia’s ministrations did cause her to slow on the new man in her mouth. He gripped her hair, forcing her to move again, but she complied, burying herself in his pubic hair as she took him to the hilt. He moaned in delight, and it would have been disturbing to her at any other time to know how much that thrilled her. The man in her ass finally came just as the man in her mouth pulled out, showering her and Amelia with his cum.
   Amelia stood as the man dragged himself out from under Lina, spreading her pussy wide. “Lina...please clean me...” she begged and Lina crawled forward without hesitation, diving into her friend’s pussy. Amelia began crying out immediately, and Lina dug in further, her tongue lapping at the juices. Amelia gripped Lina’s shoulders hard, hanging onto her to stay upright. Lina pulled back, spreading the pussy herself and sucked on Amelia’s clitoris. Amelia’s cries echoed around the room, causing goose bumps on Lina’s skin.
   Amelia’s hands crept up into Lina’s red hair, gripping it tight as Lina kneaded Amelia’s ass. It was getting harder to focus on anything at all, but she flicked the clitoris with her tongue several times as she fingered Amelia, bringing her to climax again and again as she bucked against her fingers. Lina backed off, staring up at Amelia. The princess’s hair was a mess, and most of it obscured her face, but she was smiling from ear to ear. “Thank you,” she whispered.
   “You’re welcome,” she said, her mouth not working very well. It felt like she was falling asleep with her eyes open. Her body was moving on its own and she felt like she should just let go and stop trying to fight or run or think. She just wanted to let go. She felt Amelia’s lips on hers again and hands running on her skin and she knew that more pleasure was to come, much more, and she welcomed it, drowning in the feelings of lust that ravaged her, and she wondered if she ever wanted to come up again.

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   When Lina woke up, her head was pounding, her body ached, and she stunk with the smell of dried cum on her body. She dragged herself out of the arms of a man, trying to remember what had happened. Her body tingled as his hand fell across her breast and some of what happened came rushing back: the sex, the powder, Amelia...
   Amelia! Lina spun around, regretting it as her head pounded harder from the quick movement, and searched for her friend, finally finding her entrapped in the arms of three unconscious and naked men, sleeping soundly. At least she’s safe, Lina thought, though her definition of safe had changed over recent events, and she started looking for a way to escape, or something to fight with. It wasn’t easy. Her arms and legs felt like someone was holding them down with weights and her head pounded so hard that twice she shut her eyes, hoping that the pain would subside.
   A soft hum caught her attention as she dragged herself around the room. Blearily, she turned to see what it was just as the heavy door opened and then was slammed shut as one of the bandits walked in, two mugs in hand. “Oy! What are ya doing up?” he yelled, setting the mugs down on the nearby table before heading over to her. She tried to dodge away, but he grabbed her arm, yanking her to him. “Don’ matter I guess. Time to take yer medicine again. Yer gonna be nice and sauced soon.” She could feel him hardening through his breeches as her naked body was pressed against his and she yelped just before he crammed his mouth on hers.
   Anger pushed past the lust, but just barely, and it got the better of her sense as she scratched her nails down his chest. He howled in pain, yanking her back, and she could see the fire in his eyes and a strange grin on his face as he punched her. He looked like he enjoyed that, she thought as she crashed to the ground.
   “Got some fire in ya, still? Is right odd. Mebbe you are as powerful as they claim. But I likes em feisty!”   He gripped her by the throat, and she clawed at his arm as he lifted her up, holding her at arm’s length so she couldn’t kick him. He reached out, squeezing her breast tight. “Oh yeah, that’s right. The more fight in them, the more fun they are to break!”
   Lina gasped, trying to get air and her fighting slowed until he slammed her to the ground. Spots bubbled up before her eyes and she tried to take in air, but he grabbed her from behind, lifting her under her arms and dragging her backward. She could feel his erection pressed against her ass. She struggled, but he held her firm then forced her hands back behind her, binding her arms together behind her before he brought her to her feet and began molesting her breasts from behind.
   His legs moved in between hers, wrapping around just enough to keep her from having any leverage in kicking back. She struggled against the bonds, but she was helpless in his hands and he freely molested her small breasts. She stifled moans, feeling the remains of the powder flowing through her. She needed to break free, before she let go enough for him to give her that mug.
   She couldn’t tell how long he held her there, but after a bit, it was all she could do to try and focus on what was important. She fought him the best she could, but he had all the leverage. The more she struggled, the more tired she got, and the harder it got to fight the rising lust the grenna created. “Let me go!” she yelled, in part hoping it would wake Amelia. Her fighting wasn’t getting her anywhere, and she needed her friend’s help. However, Amelia must have been affected by the drug worse than she was, because she didn’t even stir.
   He held her fast, as if he’d done so several times already, and he seemed to be in no hurry to release her at all, working her chest with practiced ease. Her nipples were stiff and painful, popped out like a cork out of a bottle of wine. His erection slipped between her legs, the hard shaft rubbing against her pussy lips. “Wow, yer already wet again, huh? You must be loving this.” He began rocking back and forth as much as the position would allow, rubbing her in her most sensitive area. Lust rose in her and she moaned, not wanting to stop the sound anymore. “Yeah, I knew it. Even the great Lina Inverse can’t fight this poison for long. Not after what you went through last night.”
   “Please...stop that...” she cried, though the words felt like a lie coming from her lips. She knew she didn’t truly want it, but her body denied what her mind wanted, and the lust was forcing her rational self aside. She hung her head, trying to bite her lip in hopes that the pain might help her focus. It seemed to work, but then she felt the tip of his cock barely push past her lower lips and all thoughts of fighting fled. Her body was suddenly clamoring for more and she huffed a little when he pulled back out. “Don’t...” she said, the word coming out even though she hadn’t wanted to say it, the lust and desire palpable with just one word.
   “I think you’re lying,” he said, chuckling as he leaned in, sucking on her ear. He shoved deeper into her, and her whimpers changed to moans. She felt dirty inside and weak. She was giving in to something. She should be fighting, but instead she started rocking with him, moving in time with him and trying to get the most pleasure out of this. He grunted, rocking as his hands moved from her breasts to her hips, gripping them as he thrust in and out.   “That’s it, girl. Give in to your base instincts.”
   Lina moaned whorishly, her body complying with his will. She wanted him to fuck her and take her in every way. He untied her hands and laid her down, turning her over and gripped her wrists as he fucked her, pulling on her arms with each thrust. It hurt, yet the pain was so good. He was ramming her hard, and she orgasmed twice before he came, the thrill rising through her. She lay on the floor, panting and wheezing in delight.
   She thought she heard a loud cry from somewhere else and glanced toward the door in a daze. “Probably celebrating our victory a bit too hard,” the bandit chuckled as he stood in front of her. “After all, we took down the mighty bandit killer. Now suck, whore.”
   Lina didn’t hesitate, leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth, licking the mix of juices off and cleaning his shaft with vigor. She ignored several more cries in the distance, trying to please the man who had just given her so much pleasure.
   When the door busted in, it took a moment for Lina to stop and turn around. In her daze, she almost didn’t recognize the blonde-haired man who was in the doorway, gaping at the scene before him, apparently unsure how to react to what he saw. It took a moment, but then a relieved smile came over her face. “Gourry...” She stumbled back a little, hoping to go to him, when the bandit grabbed her hair, yanking her back.
   Gourry’s eyes narrowed and he moved with a terrifying quickness, lopping off the bandit’s head before he could use Lina as a human shield, which seemed to be his intent. She dropped to the floor, trying to stand or help as Gourry laid into the bandits as they tried to get up from their stupor, but a strong, stony hand gently held her down before Zelgadis entered the fray, his first move being to get to Amelia before any of those bandits woke and tried to use the princess as an escape chip.
   Lina had never felt so helpless, and frustration added to the list of emotions running rampant through her as she watched her companions fight, exhaustion finally taking the toll on her that she had refused to acknowledge before. She just sat on the ground, watching them cleave through the unprepared men with little resistance, the awful sounds of the blades slicing flesh ringing in her ears. The rage on both her saviors faces would have made her cringe if it had been directed at her at all.
   When the battle was over and Gourry turned to her, Lina wanted to berate him, though whether it was for being late or not letting her handle it she wasn’t sure. There was also a disquieting feeling of disappointment that they came at all that she was sure came from the grenna powder. She glanced at Zelgadis as he took off his cloak, covering Amelia up without a word or question and taking her in his arms.
   She almost didn’t notice Gourry again until he was wrapping her up as well, lifting her into his arms. Normally, she would have yelled at him for carrying her. She had strived to be so independent in her actions all her life. Instead, she curled up into him and tried to fight off tears that were trying to break through. She didn’t want him to see her cry, and she knew it wasn’t because it might look weak. She didn’t want him to understand just how close she’d come to breaking in this room. That would be for a later time. So she wrapped her arms around him, holding the man she loved so much but would never admit to it, and just let him carry her back to the inn without an argument.

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   Zerik crouched on the tree branch, waiting with determined patience.   He knew that the bungler had to come this way at some time as he had nowhere else to go, and for everything that had happened, Zerik was willing to wait a week if necessary. After all, he hadn’t gone off all half-cocked to get revenge on Lina Inverse when he’d come to. It had taken years of searching for the right way to subdue her, to be able to have his vengeance and his victory over her.
   His answer had come from an unexpected source, but it seemed all the more appropriate to turn her into a little pet then cutting her apart a piece at a time. And just when I have all my pieces in place and I’m on the verge of accomplishing another triumph... The branch trembled as he shook with rage and he had to fight it down. There would be time for that soon. Until then, it was back to waiting. And he was good at that. He’d proven that by pretending to be the favorite of the previous bandit lord, catering to that fat slob’s every whim. Trust had to be earned in the bandit’s ranks, and trust over a long time. Too bad he finally gave it to the wrong man.
   The brush crashed wildly and Zerik tensed, adjusting ever so slightly. It was Melkil’s trademark inability to stay hidden coming his way. He was certain of it before he ever laid eyes on the quaking waste of a man. The corpulent thief pushed through the bushes, shaking like a leaf in the process.   Zerik could tell he knew he’d screwed up, which was something at least. Whatever the fat man had done, it hadn’t been an intentional gaffe. Zerik took that new information into account. His eyes fell on the short sword in Melkil’s hand.   Amazingly, he’d realized he might have to defend himself. Zerik had half-expected this dimwit to not even understand just how much he’d ruined.
   So, just how do I approach this? Zerik had planned to drop in on the fat man as he neared, but given the fear and literal lack of skill, there was enough of a chance of Melkil getting lucky that Zerik didn’t want to chance it. He grinned a bit as he fingered his scar before hardening his mouth. He took his short sword and sheathed it. Let’s see how he reacts to something a bit more direct. Zerik leapt from the branch, landing a few paces in front of Melkil, who let out a very unbanditlike squeak. “Hello Melkil,” he said, ice dripping from his words, “Been out for a walk?”
   “Zerik...” he managed to get out from his trembling lips. “I was just coming to see you...”
   “I can tell that. Planning on making yourself a bandit lord with that?” he said, indicating the sword he held.
   Melkil gulped, a bit flustered by Zerik’s evenhanded tone. “N..no,” he said, though he kept the weapon at the ready as best he could in trembling hands. Zerik couldn’t understand why the man had ever chosen the life of a bandit. He would have been more suited to being behind some counter selling wares. “I was just trying to take care of loose ends. You know, make you proud.”
   So that’s it...kinda like my plan now. Zerik pursed his lips a little. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting, and it gave him a bit of pause. “How so?” He needed to buy some time and sort out what to do in his head.
   Melkil gulped, his jowls trembling as he spoke. “I figured we didn’t want any interference from her other companions. So I thought I’d go take care of them while they were knocked out...”
   Zerik resisted the urge to smack his forehead. He was close enough to see the marks on the sword. “So you tried to kill someone with skin as hard as a golem with an ordinary sword?” he said, his voice showing his incredulity.
   Melkil’s shame was all over his face. “I...I thought...”
   “To have a thought, you’d need to think!” Zerik bit the inside of his lip to keep from yelling further at Melkil and bringing up his guard more than he was. The man was a moron in the worst sense and his imbecilic actions had cost him any chance of completing his vengeance. He sighed, rubbing his forehead and glanced at Melkil. “Things have gone very wrong today and a lot of men got hurt. They’re gonna want blood you know? I think it’s time you were retired from the bandit business. Find a place you belong.”
   “A...are you sure? I can go?” He seemed to think there was hope, which was good for Zerik. “Just like that?”
   “Yeah. Get outta here before I change my mind.” He watched the gullible Melkil lower his sword and turn, a fool to the end. A dagger slipped from where it was hidden in his sleeve and he gripped it so it was hidden by his arm. “Oh, and one more thing.” He slipped up alongside as Melkil stopped, looking back at him. Zerik had a clear shot as he buried the dagger to the hilt between Melkil’s ribs, twisting it once before letting it go. The gasp from Melkil was satisfying, even given the situation, and his lips quivered with an unspoken question.   “That’s for telling them our location.” Melkil’s last expression was one of shock, somehow fitting given what Zerik thought of the man.
   “That was surprisingly cruel even for you.”
   Zerik turned around, not really surprised to hear the Trickster Priest’s voice. Xelloss had a way of showing up exactly when he wasn’t wanted. He knelt down, eyes on the man at all times as he freed the dagger from Melkil’s cooling body. “Bastard didn’t deserve a clean death.”
   “I was referring to you leading him on. I thought you were more of a direct man.”
   “It was either that or flay skin off his bones a piece at a time just to hear him squeal. And the flaying was so very tempting.”
   Xelloss gave him a smirk, leaning against a tree near the edge of the clearing. The shadows seemed to gather around him, as though drawn to him even in the daylight, and that made his expression all the more sinister. Zerik fought the urge to shudder.   “As bad as things have gotten, it’s not a total loss.”
   “Could have fooled me. I lost a lot of good men today. All because this wastrel couldn’t stay out of the way.”
   “Yes, but think about it. Now you don’t have to share the spoils with so many.” He gave Zerik a grin that didn’t fade when Zerik pulled a blade on him. “If I know Lina, she may seek help from another, and three is always better than two.”
   Zerik looked at him askance, more intrigued than he cared to admit. “And just how do you intend to extract them from their companions? Because Lina will be more wary now.”
   Xelloss waggled a finger at him. “That is a secret.” He smiled at Zerik’s glower. “Now, now, don’t worry about a thing. Allow me to handle this next part. And prepare for them to return to you.”
   Xelloss then turned and walked behind the tree. Zerik ran after him, trying to find out more, but the priest had vanished without a trace. Slippery little eel, this one is. Xelloss always seemed to have a flair for the dramatic, but Zerik didn’t care. As long as he had Lina back in his clutches, the priest could scheme all he damned well pleased. He’d repay the mystery man the same way he did Melkil. He couldn’t help but chuckle all the way back to his men. It would end in a victory for him after all.
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In the bandit\'s clutches	By : Brandon Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 4291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the bandit\'s clutches