Women's Worth

Kat put her hood up and rolled the hilts of her swords in her hands, readying herself for the fight to come. Not too long ago she’d watched a rude succubus hit on her best friend and lead her away. Fuming at the thought she’d entered the arena as a challenger to let off some steam, but even as she beheld her opponent at the battleground’s far end, an ominous sense of dread overshadowed her anger like a deeply thunderous storm cloud. He was a hooded drow and donned a formidable suit of black plate mail with touches of purple, bearing a silver scythe dripping sickly green poison.

The arena’s announcer spoke in the warbling, brutish tongue of the goblin kin, who were the arena’s bloodthirsty spectators looming above, crowded around the restrictive railing. Her mind set on the fight, Kat pondered slipping her blades through some imperceptible chink in the mail, then decided to go for the jugular, the drow’s head being covered by a mere hood. Then, she’d have to rely on her superior speed and try to get within the reach of the scythe, or take an opportune moment to shoot from her longbow, slung across her back with her quiver.

Somewhere above a bell rang, the ringing reverberating off the walls. The drow dragged his scythe along as he walked with a slow steady gait towards Kat, beckoning her with outstretched hand. The blonde circled her foe, who stood imperiously still.

Suddenly he lashed out at her in a swirl of silver, the scythe edge just a foot away from slicing into Kat, who quickly backed off. The drow was lightning-quick, each stroke of his weapon a split-second affair, as if he swinging a two-pound cane.

The dark elf charged into an offensive, his scythe a blur before him as he unleashed a flurry of slashes, and Kat realized she’d eventually have a back to a wall and nowhere to run. Suddenly stopping from backing off to block the scythe with both her blades, they met with a metallic clang, the impact jarring her arms.

He drew back a little, then slashed straight out, forcing Kat to hop back out of its reach, and just as she landed the drow himself was high in the air, well above her head. He was launching himself behind her for a slash at her unguarded back! At a stab of adrenaline Kat crouched low and rolled away, the sharp swoosh through where she’d stood reminding her how close she’d come.

She came back up with her blades at the ready, and they paced around each other, calculating their next move. Kat contemplated catching the scythe’s edge between her blades and tugging the tool right out of his grasp, and then realized it was more likely his superior strength would tug both of her blades away.

There was no way she’d win this fight. Not in the conventional sense, at least, where one warrior overcame the other’s parries to strike a fatal blow. The drow’s strength was in his prowess, as a rogue, Kat was best at stealth and trickery. There had to be a sneaky, devious way of ending this. There always was, she thought, grinning harshly to herself under her hood.

Still pacing each other, far out of each other’s reach, the drow was still wondering how to finish off an opponent who’d dodged his favorite finisher when the hooded girl shouted a string of arcane words and threw her blades in an arc over and above him. Blast! He should’ve known he wasn’t the only one with magic at his disposal.

Turning and staring up at the enchanted blades, the drow prepared to parry their blows when they turned and struck at him, driven by magic. Only the blades seemed to be guided only by free fall. Too late, he realized the ruse, only to collapse in a starburst of pain as an arrow gored through the back of his skull.

The crowd clamored and cheered the new victor, who indifferently picked her swords, the scythe and the dead drow’s boots up – to the victor go the spoils, after all – and left whence she came. Kat made her way back to the gladiator’s chamber, collecting her prize money, then made for the taproom.

With scythe in hand, the unruly patrons of the tavern regarded the waif-like tiefling girl in new light, giving her wide berth as she had an ale at a corner table, and Val had little trouble picking her out.

“Hey! I’m sorry I had to leave.” Val apologized as she sat beside Kat.
“No, it’s fine. It’s not like you had much of a choice, anyway. So what did she show you?”
“Oh, she showed me how she fixed the outcomes at the casino. Another crystal ball and magic, like the one in her chambers, and we discussed magical methods of security too. I learn a lot about how she guards this place. She doesn’t seem to be the mastermind of any criminal organization. She just runs this place where criminals get together. Anyway, that scythe looks familiar. Oh I remember now! It belongs to this crazy jumping drow I saw earlier. Tell me you didn’t steal it.”
“I didn’t. I fought him in the gladiator’s pit and killed him.”
“I see. That’s impressive. I saw him do the craziest jump over a troll and slice him from behind.”
“Aye, he tried it on me too. But I dodged.”
“That’s great, but you could’ve waited for me. I could’ve snuck into the spectators and loosed a spell or two, I know some which can’t be seen.”
“Thanks, but I can take care of myself when I need to.”
“Oh, all right. Still, congrats! That was really great.” Val grasped Kat by the chin and pecked her on the cheek.

“That’s nice.” Kat bit her lip, smiling.
“So what do we do now? Maybe you’d like a break? Anyone who had to fight that drow monster could use one. We should sell that scythe off quick.”
“Aye. Let’s get out of here.”
“Aye, but this time by the front door. The one we used should be sealed up by the time we come back. We should find out how to get around to the real entrance.”

The ‘real entrance’ was some way through the casino, and showed just how much Vera cared for security. A dozen of the burly blue ogres stood guard in the entrance hall, along with a beholder, its many eyes glaring at just about everywhere at once. At a side a trio of ogre shamans wielding their staves stood guard as well, with one scratching its hairy beer belly.

The doorway was oversized, certainly to accommodate the larger inhuman folk, and beyond was the dark slimy crawl of the tunnels of lost Sarbreen. Back in the tunnels, the duo realized they’d just walked through a wall. Looking back where they came from, all they saw was wall, albeit with a peculiar looking rune, larger than most, marking the doorway.

“An effective disguise. Very few people think of walking through walls, or of casting divining magic on a wall, and that rune is high up that wall so most could just miss it. The small army inside massacres any one who looks too closely.” Val noted.
“Let’s go round the bend, and I’ll copy that rune.”

Val cast her concealing spells of invisibility and non-detection, and the two winded through the tunnel-maze back to where they’d found their way in, with Val writing down the path they took, guided by a sense of their relative locations. Back there, they easily retraced their steps back to the surface, emerging back in the storeroom of the House of Desires.

“Let’s get rid of this scythe. It’s not like I’ll ever use it. Too heavy; not sneaky.”
“I know one of the wizards back from the guild who specializes in weapon and staff enchantment. He’ll know someone who’ll take this and give me a good price. Let’s go.”
“I’m not allowed in, am I?”
“Oh, right. No, you aren’t. But we’re not going to the High House, that wizard has a home outside, in Swordspoint. I’ve some business to take care of, at the guild, when we’re done though. Won’t be free for the night. Got anything in mind that needs me around?”
“I’ll be okay, don’t worry.”

“It must have been pretty scary, that fight. How’d you beat him?” Val propped her hands on her hips.
“After he tried the jump attack we were pacing around, and then I pretending to activate some magic in my swords. I threw them over his head and when he turned around to look I shot him in the head. Oh, and I also got the boots that let him jump around.”
“That doesn’t sound like you. There’s not much sneaking to be done in an open arena. I didn’t think you would go looking for an open fight.”
“Maybe not usually, but it was a really wild place so I just thought maybe I could test myself. Feel the rush and all that. You know.”
“Aye I know. Those boots could be nifty. The way you won was so sneaky. But it could have turned out really bad. You threw both your swords. Still, you won. And we’re getting some nice gold from this. You’re a wonderful partner, and a great girl, Kaitlyn.”
“I guess you want something from me.” Kat rolled her eyes.
“Aye. I’ve thought of a new way to celebrate stuff. Let’s hug and kiss.”
“What!” Kat looked at Val questioningly.
“You heard me. Let’s celebrate. Just two good girl friends sharing some love.” Val smiled, tugging the scythe from Kat’s hand and dropping it aside, holding both her hands together, between them.

“I don’t know.”
“We’re not close enough, after so long? Or you don’t like me? We’re alone here.”
“Doesn’t feel right.”
“It’s alright if you really don’t want to.”
“No! It’s just, ten seconds, tops.”
“Aye.”

Looking her best friend in the eye Val’s hands held Kat by the chin. Nuzzling each other pink nose to red nose both girls closed their eyes as their lips met. First it was a soft meeting of warm lips, and then Val tilted her head, her tongue teasing Kat’s lips apart for a full-on lip lock. Kat could feel Val’s warm hurried breath on her cheeks, which were still rubbed by Val’s smooth hands, unmarred by work. Val moved to kiss Kat’s top lip, then her lower. It was a slow kiss, lips moving leisurely, and then Kat felt a tingle that spread through her cheeks and down her arms and legs when Val’s tongue met hers. Before she could think of anything else she held Val by the chin firmly pushing her face away.

“Now hug me.”
“Aye.”

Kat liked the hug better. It didn’t feel even the smallest bit strange but warm and fuzzy. Kat smiled to herself as her chin lay on Val’s shoulder, hugging a girl she’d known forever.

“Didn’t like the kiss?”
“It was alright.”
“From now on we’ll celebrate like this, aye?”
“Aye. You can have some good ideas at times, Val.”

They made their way back onto the street; the sky burnt a coppery red by the setting sun.

Swordspoint is a neighborhood in the city close to Holyhouses and Altarside. The wizard they sought, Damien Rithgard, was a powerful mage in his heyday, although now that he was advancing in age he’d chosen a more laidback lifestyle, enchanting tools for other adventurers and trading in them.

As one might expect, the walls of his abode were lined with racks and rows of martial weapons, including some of the more exotic eastern creations that neither girl could name, and although they looked unspectacular at first glance, here and there were unnatural iridescent gleams that hinted at the power under the surface.

The wizened bald old man lounged in a cushioned seat behind a counter decorated with silver rapiers, reading a book. He appeared to be reading “Volo’s Guide to Cormyr” upside down.

“Damien, remember me?” At Val’s voice he looked up.
“Valeria! I could never forget a pretty lady. What wind brings you here this fair eve?”
“We’ve something to sell. Urm, why are you reading that book upside down?”
“Oh! Yes, it may seem strange, but… I’d rather not talk about it. Let’s just say I miscalculated experimental parameters.”
“I see. Perhaps you could take a look at what we’ve got and name us a price.”
“Aye, of course. Let me get up.” Fumbling a little before holding shakily onto a walking stick he got to his feet and before the counter to examine the scythe Kat placed atop.

“It’s a scythe. What, you robbed a farmer? Engaged in some, shall we say, barnyard brutality? Hehehe. Sorry, couldn’t resist. Anyway, it appears to be well enchanted. There’s some poison dripping onto the counter. Well, I’ll just zap it with my wand of tell-all and we’ll find out all we can.”

Tapping a wand onto the scythe he uttered a command word. The weapon glowed white-hot for a few moments.

“Apart from the perpetual poison there’s enchantments for lightness, some measure of speed and it’s keen. Meaning you don’t need to sharpen the edge every now and then, it stays that way. It should be pretty light, for a two-handed weapon, at least. Them farmers must have some anger issues. You sure you want to sell it? I bet it could down a whole cornfield in a minute! Haha!”

“No, we’d rather not keep it. We’re not exactly into agriculture.” Val replied as Kat rolled her eyes.
“As you like. I’ll give you three thou. You won’t find a better price. It’s rare, I’ll give you that, but not a lot of people train to use scythes. Greatswords are in fashion.”
“Deal.”
“Arr. Let me see. Here you are.” Damien placed three bags of gold onto the table while he snapped his fingers. A stone golem lumbered from a corner to take the scythe and stow it away.

“Before you go, I can see your friend looks to be the martially inclined sort. I sell any weapon you can think of, and then some, all enchanted with the most amazing magics. Remember, if you’re out for blood, come to Rithgard! Have a nice night.”

“Well I’ll be off to the wiz guild. You?” Val asked as they stepped out.
“I’ll get home and store this away, then get washed up, and snooze.”
“Take care, see you soon.”
“You too. Ta-ta.”

* * *

With slick, glossed ebony walls and sparks of purple lightning that blazed in the night interrupting any silence with soft sizzles, the castle topped with needle spires was the High House of Magic, the impressive headquarters of the city’s Wizards Guild. A man on the street had once pestered Val to help him get in, a showy noble with too much gold and time on his hands.

“Fancy life under the sea?” Val remembered asking him.
“What?”
“If you ask me again I’ll turn you into a frog! Permanently!” At that the noble hurriedly scurried away.

As an Outer Circle member Val had full access to the guild’s libraries and labs. Proceeding to the lab, like an oversized classroom with workbenches and lined with shelves of reagents, she found herself an empty workbench- not that there was much competition in the dead of night. First she identified all the properties of the robes she’d swiped off the dead drow. It was the way of the adventurer to seize any potential magical artifact that passed their way. There was no telling when they’d come by something nifty.

The robes turned out to confer little more than a trifling resistance to general magic. Not that she’d actually considered using them – they were in a drow man’s proportions and they still smelt faintly of sweat. Besides purplish black really wasn’t her style.

Folding and tucking them back into sleeve to be stored with the rest of her minor baubles, she picked some spell components off the shelves and bottles for future use – items like fairy dust and crushed diamond, while a nearby lab attendant noted her pickings to be billed. Turning to leave, she spotted another lone figure working the lab, ten rows of workbenches away, the dim disembodied glow of a light spell all that staved off the surrounding shroud of dark.

“Who’s that there? Why isn’t an attendant with that person?” Val asked her lab attendant, a teenage boy.
“That’s lady Belinda Moonglow. She said she wasn’t using any of the stuff we got. We’d know if any of the bottles or shelves had stuff nicked from them without permission. She’s just doing something all by herself. Mind you, whatever it is, she’s been at it for a few weeks now.”
“I’m done here, you can go now.”
“Aye ma’am.” The kid shuffled away sleepily, his sandals rasping on the floor.

Lady Moonglow wore turquoise robes adorned with stars and was poring over a yellowed tome, with a handful of wands scattered across the tabletop. When she glanced up at Val, ten paces away, she sat up straight with a start, snapping her book shut.

In the low light, Belinda looked as Val had remembered. An elven woman with a delicately fair complexion, flowing silky black hair, emerald eyes and lush black lashes that fluttered tremendously when she blinked, she supposedly had the generic look of her famous Sembian family.

“Oh, Valeria. It’s you. What brings you here at this ungodly hour?”
“I was identifying some adventuring loot. You?”
“Adventure! It never fails to sound wonderful and romantic, but too bloody for my liking. I’m just fashioning a magical device.”
“Sounds interesting. Care to let me in on it?” Belinda nibbled a long varnished nail for a while before replying.
“I don’t see why not. Come, sit, I’ll show you.” She stood and placed a stool beside her own for Val, who noticed she was about a few inches taller than herself. Tall at about 6 feet and lushly built, as opposed to elven women’s typical slender willowy look, there had to be some human lurking in the many branches of her family tree.

Val had known Belinda for a few years, which were for as long as she’d been a guild member. Moonglow was by far the superior in her field of expertise compared to any other in the guild: in fact she was the Dean of Enchantment and Charm.

“Well, I had the idea for this when someone sent me, as a gift, a ‘massage chair’. He’d bought it through one of the merchant houses; I think it was Storm Dragon. Some kind of mechanical contraption built into the cushion of the chair rubs your back, arms and legs as you just lie back and enjoy. Very relaxing after a long day.”
“I hear you. So you thought of improving it?”
“In a way. I thought of making a chair that had a similar concept and massaged for a different sort of pleasure.”
“I still hear you. Sounds like a bit too much trouble though. There’re already toys around that help out with that.”
“I know what you mean, Val. But this is quite different. I mean if you’re using a dildo you’ll have to sit up or keep your hand working it, but with my chair you just lie back … and enjoy.” Belinda flashed a sly smile. “The controls, ideally, are held by another person so the one actually using the chair doesn’t have to care, and the controller gets the fun out of controlling the girl’s pleasure, although the user could still hold the controls in her own hands. What say you?”

“That does sound like fun. I’m all for it. Where is it, in your office? Let’s go see.”
“Aye, I can’t wait to try it out either, but the thing is I’m have a glitch or two to work out before it works. Right now the controls just can’t connect to the chair device much.”
“Aw. You got me a bit excited there.”
“Sorry. Maybe you could come by my place tomorrow, and help me work it out. I’ve been working on it by myself for a few weeks. Maybe another girl could see through the problem I can’t.”
“Why not now? The night’s still young.”
“Why not, indeed? Let’s go. It’s good to have someone to talk to, Val, thanks for helping out.” Belinda smiled.
“You’re most welcome Linda. I think I’ll be thanking you at the end of this.”

On her feet Val clenched her fists at her sides, her feet still and shaking her hips in a slow dance, closing her eyes and licking her lips as she pantomimed moans of pleasure between grins, inducing a small giggling fit in Belinda. Keeping her stuff the moon elf then led Val out the lab through the carpeted corridors to her quarters.

* * *

One of the city’s wealthiest and well-guarded neighborhoods, located in the Temple District, Gowntown, taking its name from the vestments of priests who dwell in apartments here, is dutifully well guarded round the clock by the Watch. The streets look cleaner, roadside hawkers are out of sight, and few bear arms in public around here. A safe, stable sort of place, it was an ideal location for Kat and Val’s safe house, a place to rest and relax in between jobs and adventures, as well as to stash away the fruits of their labor.

They shared the apartment house with a priest of Sune, goddess of beauty, who was more than happy to assist the attractive duo, who otherwise would be hard pressed to find housing in an area designated for clergy. The women had bought the rights to both the second floor and basement to do away with the hassle of rent.

The priest to Sune had never understood why the girls bought the basement. Going down a hatch, locking it securely behind her, Kat had gotten into a tiny room that was dank, damp and dirty, but still saw perfectly well with Val’s night vision still in effect. The basement was the opening to their treasure stash, which resided in a secret chamber behind a wall that was just another reminder of Sarbreen. Kat had conveniently found it with her keen senses when they were simply seeking a place to sleep at night.

Pressing on a slightly protruding brick on a wall, the adjacent wall grumbled and grated open accordingly, to reveal a lightless plain-walled room decked with small bags of gold, which were partly their earnings and what ancient dwarves left behind, as well as the odd artifact, magical items that neither found useful enough to carry around or useless enough to sell off.

“Never know when they’d be useful someday,” Val had said. Killing rampaging monsters, stealing into guarded houses and fortresses, traveling to uncivilized lands, exploring deep, dangerous places at the risk of life and limb was the adventurer’s way. It wasn’t easy to train and start out as an untried, unheralded nobody, but for those who did it well, the rewards and the excitement made for a fulfilling occupation. Dumping the bags of gold with its fellows Kat stepped back into the basement, closing the room the same way she opened it.

A quick bath upstairs later, Kat was nude in bed, hugging a bolster. The open window afforded the blonde girl the welcome cool of the night breeze and a majestic view of the spires and domes of the towering temples of the city she lived in, the city of adventures where she’d done well for herself and Val.

That Valeria was a great girl, a bit showy and frivolous, and a whole lot horny (Kat grinned to herself at that), but seriously pretty, nice, warm and kind at heart. Best of all, she shared her own zest for the adventuress’ life. She was someone to count on or talk to at any time, always easy with a hug and an impish smile, and come to think of it Kat felt incredibly lucky to have gotten to know her.

Hugging the fluffy bolster close, Kat thought back to when they’d met, at the Cormyrean city of Marsember. A perpetually moist and humid misty port city, long a substantial fishing and smuggling center, “misty Marsember” has a seedy, sinister reputation, justified by the rogues’ gallery of criminals and corrupt officials. At the time, Kat was a thief who’d tried to make off with a caravan’s valuables – a caravan which included Val in its guard.

Val’s spells stopped Kat in her tracks. Apprehended and brought to the caravan master’s headquarters, she had to choose between jail time or joining the caravan guard and working for free for 6 months, with Val as her supervisor.

Jail just seemed too much for Kat’s young free spirit so she joined as a guard. It helped that both Val and Kat were Cormyrean born in outlying villages, so they could understand each other and the land perfectly well. As time passed they got to know each other better and shared their stories. Val’s parents had worked to send her to a famed college of magic further north, while Kat’s parents were partners in crime who trained their child to follow in their footsteps. Val’s pursuit of adventure led her to join the caravan guard; Kat’s led her to crime in Marsember.

When the 6 months ended Kat suggested they find other outlets for adventure. Hooking up with various adventuring parties they honed their own abilities, traveling far and wide and amassing a little wealth in rewards for jobs taken and looted treasure, all the while with the other to talk to and count on.

Venturing into Raven’s Bluff was a logical step, the city being a haven for adventurers, with a particularly high proportion of its population pursuing that occupation. Since then their partnership had only reaped greater rewards, Kat’s stealth and martial skills matching Val’s magic to form a dangerous duo.

Even back then when she was a captured criminal forced to work for the caravan, despite her own surliness Val had been nothing but nice. Thinking of more recent developments, the kiss in the storeroom, Kat found herself flushing with emotion. Hugging the bolster tight and recounting the intimacy in her mind Kat felt warm, fuzzy, scared and excited all at once. It had been that good. Val was her best friend, and she’d given Kat her best kiss… ever. Sure, she’d fooled around and had sex with men that had been her fellows for a time, but kissing Val felt so naughty and nice all at once.

Alone in the dark quiet bedchamber Kat slowly started rubbing herself on the soft bolster, her hips shifting subtly as her thighs squeezed tight. She thought of all the times Val had given her a ‘huggy wuggy’, during the quiet nights around the caravan campfire, after every task completed, many for no reason at all – for once Kat realized how … hot it was to hug that pretty little redhead who she liked so much so close.

Grinding herself on her fluffy bolster Kat’s sensitivities climbed arduously but certainly to ever-higher levels of excitement. Just as she teetered on the edge Kat thought of the tingle when Val’s tongue met hers and came hard with her toned thighs gripping the bolster. Drowsy at last, Kat slept hugging the bolster close, dreaming of strange and wonderful deeds.

* * *

“I think it should work now.” Val dusted her hands.
“Aye let me check.” Belinda replied.

The two girls stood in Belinda’s quarters, a room that acted as her office and bedchamber, with a bed and a study desk. Shelves of tomes and scrolls, the eternal companions of a studying mage lined the walls. The chair in question appeared to be a simple sofa armchair with an extendable leg rest, although there were slots in the black leather lining to accommodate Belinda’s adjustments. Nearby, a pair of dildos attached to the pistons of an oddly shaped box atop a trolley promised double trouble. The lady Moonglow held a mahogany control box which four sleek silver wands were affixed to vertically, with each wand adorned with the ridges for finger grips.

“I’ll show you how this works. Each wand controls an aspect of the thing. They’re all retractable, and the extent to which you pull them out of the box represents the intensity of that aspect. The first wand here,” Linda pointed to the first on the left, “controls the level of bondage. Well for this one it’s pretty simple; the first notch just buckles up the legs so the hands are free if I want to control it myself. The second notch binds my arms up as well. So if you don’t pull it out, it stays as it is but if you do…“ Linda tugged the wand up from the box, and it clicked after rising an inch. Correspondingly padded cuffs slid out from slots to close around what would be a user’s ankles, and knees. Pulling the wand up another inch or notch similar cuffs closed around where a girl’s wrists and elbows would be.

“The second wand’s still pretty innocent, it’s for back rubs. If I pull it up one notch, the ball bearings in the chair will start messaging your back. Most of that’s from the original chair.” Linda pulled the wand up a notch, and Val noted the subtle rippling under the leather. “With the next two notches the intensity rises, but the interesting part is that you can rotate the wand around it s base, to control how the massagers move. Like this.” Without pulling the wand up further Linda could move the shaft in its base like one might move a mortar in a pestle.

“The third wand’s a bit more naughty. It’s for playing with the left breast. The first notch is for feathers; the second notch calls out a velvet-gloved hand, and, wait, before I go on. By changing how hard you grip the wand you can adjust the ‘intensity within an intensity’. Like, in the context of the feather, it doesn’t mean too much, but for the gloved hand it does. If you hold the wand lightly, the hand is just stroking lightly, but as you grip the wand harder and harder the hand will squeeze onto the breast harder as well. Got that so far?”
“Aye, go on.”
“Oh, and for this wand, the third notch an oiled hand to grease things up. The fourth one… the fourth one calls out a pair of silky fingers, the fifth one calls out a nipple clamp with electric current and the last sixth one issues the gloved hand, clamp and feather all at once.”
“You’ve really put a lot of effort into this thing.” Val arched an eyebrow. “A nipple clamp with electric current. That sounds pretty kinky.” Linda just grinned in reply.

“The fourth wand’s the same as the third only for the right breast. The fifth one’s for tummy rubs.”
“Tummy rubs?”
“Well at the low intensity it’s just that, a little tummy rub, but as you raise it up one notch – which as high as this one goes, it presses down a little around your womb. It makes any shafting sweeter.”
“Can we try this thing out soon?”
“Just let me finish first! Now the sixth wand is for leg rubs. The first notch is for similar velvet-gloved hands, the second for oiled hands. The seventh wand is for spreading the knees – which of course only works if they’re already bound. The eighth one works the pussy; it can call out first a feather, then a finger, and then a lubed gloved palm, then finally a clit kisser. The ninth one is for the pussy’s dildo, the tenth one for the ass dildo, and the eleventh one lies the girl in the chair on her back and lifts her knees, so she can get the dildo treatment. There. You got it all?”

“Aye. Let’s do this then!” Val smiled. “Hand me that box.”
“Huh?”
”I thought I was going to help you with the controls. So you could just lay back and enjoy. Wasn’t that what you wanted? Why’d you tell me about the controls then?”
“I told you so you could use it when you were free too and could come by here. Thanks for helping me put it all together but maybe you could come back another time?”
“Well… I just want to help you all the way. Since most girls can’t think straight when things really get hot, and later on you might just lose it with the controls. What if you drop the thing when your hands get too jittery? Someone would have to come help you then everybody would know of this.”

“Hmm. I see no harm. I suppose you’re right. Here, follow my instructions.” Lady Belinda Moonglow undressed quickly, her pink bra and panties in a pile over her turquoise robes. She was a milky white all over, with a little baby fat at her tummy. She’d always been a voluptuous girl but now that she was nude her breasts looked distinctively heavy, sagging a little under their own weight, with the small pointy nipples and aureoles forming a merged indistinct perky pink patch on each breast.

“Alright, pull the first wand up a notch to bind my legs. I can kick around quite a bit. But I want my hands free to play around.”
“Aye, aye ma’am.” Val grinned, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. The cuffs wrapped tightly around Linda’s ankles and knees, and the moon elf wriggled her toes, her legs shaking a little, satisfied and smiling.

“I’d like a tummy rub now.”
“Sure, as soon as I get you prepared.” Tugging the first wand up another notch, cuffs snapped shut around Linda’s wrists and elbows too. She widened her eyes at Val questioningly.

“Val, I think you got the controls wrong, you’re supposed to tug on the fifth wand.”
“Linda, don’t worry, it’s for your own good. Your hands could get in the way of the extensions. Besides all the stuff you installed is pretty good already. I can still hear you fine, so don’t worry! Everything’s under control. You’re going to have a lot of fun. All right?” Val smiled broadly.
“All right.” Linda smiled slightly in reply, visibly uneasy.

Val dropped the box with a slip of her hand, bending to pick the box, along with Linda’s panties up with her back to the bound elf girl. Balling the fabric up she walked over to Linda.

“So what did you want first again?”
“I wanted a –“

The next word never came as Val stuffed Linda’s own panties firmly into the girl’s mouth. The elf girl’s already pale face blanched with fright as her eyes widened, her screams muffled with the gag, her struggling futile. Val stroked Linda’s hair and cheek.

“Don’t be afraid silly. I did this for your good too. You wouldn’t want people to hear your groans would you? Would you?” Val repeated, stroking Linda’s cheek with a smile. The elf girl quieted eventually, resigned to bondage, shaking her head.

“You’re a great wiz and a good friend. I won’t do anything bad to you. Just lots of good stuff. You’ll enjoy this better without knowing what’s coming. I’m just going to make you feel very, very good, all right? Are you ready for a good time?” Val smiled, and Linda nodded weakly. Val picked Linda’s bra up, tying it round her head as a blindfold. The moon elf’s milk white face reddened brightly in shame.

“Here’s your tummy rub.” Blinded, Linda barely heard the click of a wand being pulled up a notch and felt warm hands hold her slightly chubby tummy, stroking in languid circles. Hmm! They felt good, very realistic, but strikingly warm. Val’s modifications must have added that. As the tummy rub went on she heard another soft click and the massagers activated, easing all the stress and tension from her back. Linda closed her eyes, relaxing.

Then the tummy rub stopped, and those soft warm hands landed on her knees, stroking the length of her legs. As they moved over her thighs they’d squeeze her at random for wicked little tingles. They even slipped under to rub the undersides of her thighs, teasing the more sensitive smoothness there. Then Linda felt her thighs parted wide open, her nether lips feeling cool in open air, and when the hands, so warm and real, slid lightly down her inner thigh, the fingertips dancing at the edge of her crotch, Linda bucked her hips instinctively, bracing for the shafts.

But the hands slid back up along her inner thighs to her knees and away, and she frowned, frustrated. A feather started running along the side of her right breast, before swirling in circles around the nipple for little tingles. When it brushed right over the pink patch Linda felt that stab of sensation, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward.

The feather left as quickly as it came, and Linda screamed, her cry muffled by her own panties. The feather appeared again, this time on her other breast, repeating the achingly teasing routine of brushing slowly around her nipple, with a quick flick across her pink before switching to the other side.

A warm breath washed over her right nipple and Linda tensed, her head arched back, rolling around. Val was breathing onto her nipple! Damn that wicked girl Even as she cursed Val she realized the other girl was that close, watching every inch of her naked self up close and personal, feeling a swath of shame wipe her cheeks red.

The gloved hand’s finger touched each of her nipples then letting go almost at once, a few times with the lightest touch, but it left her senses reeling. Then the hands, far softer and warmer than she’d expected, again, stroked up from her tummy to cup the sensitive undersides of her breasts.

The tummy rub hands weren’t calibrated to reach that far up. Fuck! Linda realized that Val was using her own hands to stroke her! By now helpless, aroused and wet she could only make muffled moans, a slave to Pleasure herself. Both of Val’s soft hands cupped her left breast, the redhead relishing every moment of squeezing the elf brunette’s softness, breathing hard onto her perky nipple.

“How is this? I hope you like it.” Val asked with a voice suddenly low and husky and Linda shivered with sensation at the sound, nodding wanly. Val now scratched all over the pink patch of the left nipple with a lone fingernail, and then rubbed over it with a swirling thumb, and then pinched (ooh) the pink flesh, tugging at it just a little. Val began twisting the nub around in her soft tender fingers and by then Linda was already halfway to heaven.

Both her hands cupped the soft large breast again, kneading firmly as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the nub; Linda’s chin jerking up at the touch- she’s actually licking me. Val was licking in earnest now, her tongue pressed well onto the nipple, her lips closed around the aureoles.

Val tore Linda’s blindfold away and met her gaze with warm eyes as her hands shifted to cup the long neglected right breast, smiling as she breathed and squeezed, the elf girl blushing and looking away before closing her eyes tightly shut. Val repeated her entire routine to Linda’s muffled moaning delight, then stood back to admire her handiwork: a bound, moaning elf girl with her panties stuffed into her own mouth, her hands clenched into tight fists and her eyes shut tight, her face, neck and chest all blushing red in the flush of sensation.

Linda felt the chair’s mechanical oiled hands kneading her breasts now, the cooler metal and lube sparking her nerve endings. At the same time a feather was running over her pussy, teasing the clit from its hood, before a finger swirled around the clit without actually touching the swollen nub, teasing her. Val saw Linda’s legs shake and redden, the entire length of her thighs an angry red now, she placed her middle and index finger together on the clit, rubbing the sensitive rosebud between the fingers.

Linda felt the machine shift so she lay horizontally, her feet hoisted up in the air, her thighs parted so that she was wide open. She was finally getting fucked and Val would get a front row seat, she thought with a rush. Then the tips of dildos ran up and down over her intimates before plunging in.

Manipulating the controls Val could make the dildos curl so they stroked one side of Linda’s walls harder, and she made them both curl up, like a finger in a come-hither motion and watched as Linda bucked and shook violently in her seat. The dildo must have hit that ‘magic spot’ she’d heard about.

Keeping the dildos’ thrusts slow and steady Val first activated the clit kisser, a focused suction piece, sucking on her swollen rosebud. Twiddling with the controls further, nipple clamps with current closed in on the elf girl’s rock hard nipples. Linda was screaming at the top of her lungs, veins showing on her deeply red neck, the electric current from the clamps stinging and stimulating her nipples unlike any touch, and tears streamed down her cheeks at the sheer pleasure.

Turning the devices on her breasts to the max Linda’s breasts were being electrified, squeezed and stroked by the lingering touch of feathers all at once while her clit was being relentlessly sucked by the perfect suction of a perfect vacuum from the magically augmented clit kisser, the dildos curling in different directions as they pumped harder than ever. Linda came harder than she’d ever come in her centuries of life, her breasts and pussy pushed to the limits of sensation.

Val pressed her palm to her mouth, astounded by the… violence of her orgasm. The pale elf girl was blood red all over, literally from head to toe, and bucking frantically, her cuffs shaking at the effort of restraining her. Her head was rolling and tears were streaming down her cheeks like little rivers. It had been about a minute or so before she cooled down, and Val turned everything off at once, the cuffs sliding back under the chair’s leather cover. Val removed the gag and Linda whimpered, drawing her knees up to her chin, hugging herself. It was a while before anyone spoke.

“Did you have a good time?”
“I can’t decide whether to hug you or to slap you, Valeria!”
“I’m sorry, and I won’t tell anyone about all this. I wouldn’t want to pull myself down, even if I wanted to spread rumors or whatever. You won’t have to worry about that.”
“Fair enough. So are you a lesbian?”
“No, I’m not.”
“I can’t say I believe that, Val. Straight girls wouldn’t lick and rub another girl’s boobs. In fact, you were fingering my pussy too, weren’t you?”
“Aye. But I don’t think that must make me a lesbian, I was trying to, I don’t know! We’re just girls having fun. I’m really sorry if you feel I, I violated you, but I was just trying to help you have a good time.” Val wringed her hands in distress.

“I did. I wouldn’t say I feel violated Val. It’s not like you’re a man, and I’ve known you for a bit; maybe a bit awkward, but nothing that’ll keep me up at night. So you don’t have to worry about that either.” Linda got to her feet, and squeezed Val’s shoulder reassuringly.

“That’s good to hear. So I’ll be going now, if nothing else. I was just trying to help out, Linda.”
“I know! But I want to ask you: do you think of me in that way?”
“I’ve always thought of you as a fine enchantress and a pretty girl, nothing more.”
“I think you’re a great wiz too, and you’re prettier.” Linda smiled.
“If you say so. I’ll go sleep now; it’s really late. You take good care of yourself Belinda.” Val smiled, heading for the door.

“You too, Valeria. I want to tell you that, for what it’s worth, I had the best orgasm ever in your hands. You’re welcome to drop by any time around here. Maybe we could have some tea or chat or anything. I don’t know, but-” she paused, pressing her palm to her heart, “I’d love to talk with you more sometime, anytime, alright?”
“Maybe we could, Belinda. Maybe we could. Remember to find someplace to store those machines if you ever let someone else into your office.”
“Of course. Good night, Val.”
“Good night, Linda.”

Val slipped out of the chamber, the door clicking gently shut behind her. Belinda waved her hand lazily, locking her room with a sleepy word, and snuggled into bed. Exhausted as she was, she lapsed immediately into sweet slumber.