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Alluring Dance and Affection at the Campfire
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Justin was beginning to tire of having Rose raped by orcs when he finally found the Icon.
The corridor they had been travelling between orc huts opened up into a larger room, much like the one where they had solved the puzzle, and in the centre was a statue. It was immediately recognisable by its subject matter and its art style as an Icon just like the save point in Sommerswyd, although its specific form was slightly different.
The Icon in Sommerswyd had depicted a buxom nude woman masturbating and squeezing her tits. The statue here was visibly the same woman – but here her hands were bound behind her back, and a rope was wrapped around the base of her tits. An unseen force was pulling the rope upwards (the rope simply ended a foot above the statue) with the result that her body was lifted upwards by her tits, with only her toes touching the ground. Her face showed a mixed expression of pain and lust.
“Gross,” declared Amy, turning her face away.
But Justin was seeing game text in front of her eyes.
ORC CAMP ICON DISCOVERED
YOUR PARTY MEMBERS LEARN A TIER 1 CAMPFIRE SKILL!
And there was a choice of four options:
- PET’S AFFECTION
- WHORE’S DANCE
- SISTERLY BOND
- DISCIPLINED TRAINING
There was no explanation of what these might be, but it was clear that Justin could choose one for each of his companions.
In Hero’s Destiny, campfire skills had been support skills that party members could use at camp to give small buffs over the following day by, for example, cooking a tasty meal, or sharpening their weapons.
But Justin remembered Dorian mentioning something about campfire skills potentially being a way to get around the restriction on raping his own party members.
Hopefully he would get more chances to teach the girls such skills. He would have to start by experimenting.
He assigned Amy “Pet’s Affection”, and then gave Rose “Whore’s Dance”. Neither girl seemed to immediately recognise or react to the change.
Then he walked towards the Icon and touched it.
In the past, touching an Icon had played a short cutscene and advanced to the next day, having saved his progress and healed the party.
But now his vision went black – and then immediately cleared, to show the same scene… except that night had fallen, and a campfire had appeared from nowhere, blazing merrily near the icon, with rather comfy-looking bedrolls spread around it.
“What’s happening?” asked Amy, uncertainly.
“We’re camping,” said Justin.
“We haven’t done this before,” said Amy. “It was… different.”
Justin wondered what Amy had seen before. Surely not the videogamey cutscene, given she didn’t see the other game text. But she seemed to be aware that they hadn’t literally made camp and slept before.
“Previously we didn’t have anything to do in camp,” said Justin.
He took a seat on one of the bedrolls, and kicked off his shoes.
Rose was looking around. “Is this a safe place to camp?” she asked. “We fought an orc only just around the last corner.”
“We’re at an Icon, Rose,” said Justin. “It’s safe, trust me.”
“What’s different now?” asked Amy. “What do we have to do?”
“Well, this, for one,” said Justin. “Amy, use Pet’s Affection.”
Her eyes widened.
“Oh… nooooo….” she said.
And then she got down on all fours and crawled over to where Justin was sitting.
When she got to him, she said, “I love you, Master.”
And then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
It was divine. There was not a trace of Amy’s hatred or bitchiness or sullenness. Her lips were soft and her tongue was warm.
Justin felt his cock stiffen, and he immediately reached out to grab Amy and bring her closer.
But his hand slid off her, as they had in the past. There were limits to this skill. She could express affection for him – but he couldn’t take any more from her.
He shrugged. It was something. He quickly went into her inventory and unequipped her clothes, to increase his enjoyment.
Her lips left his, and she looked into his eyes with an expression of mixed love and horror.
“I hate you,” she whispered. “But I love you.”
“What are you feeling right now, Amy?” he asked her.
“I’m feeling like… like you make me happy, and I feel warm and safe when I’m near you, and I want to… show you how much I love you. But I don’t love you. I want to kill you. But… I do…”
She made a frustrated mewling sound, and then kissed him again.
“What’s happening?” asked Rose, confused.
Justin smiled, and stripped Rose nude too. Then he said, “Rose, use Whore’s Dance.”
Rose immediately began to dance – a slutty, provocative dance that would look more at home on an e-girl bop from Justin’s world than a Battlemaiden of Sommerswyd. She shook her hips, and ran her hands from her lips down her to her nipples, and bounced her tits, and gave flirty looks with her eyes.
“What…” she gasped, clearly not in control of what she was doing.
“Hush,” said Justin. “Be a good girl and jiggle your tits for me while I enjoy Amy.” And he turned back to Amy just in time for her to kiss him again.
“Thank you,” said Amy, after the kiss.
“For what?” asked Justin.
Amy’s lip trembled. She was clearly trying to resist. “For making me suck my stepbrother’s cock,” she said. “For stripping me nude. For humiliating me. For hurting my cunt. For…”
She kissed him again.
After the kiss she was crying.
“Make it stop,” she whispered.
“Amy,” he told her, his eyes fixed on Rose, who was currently using her fingers to spread her cunt lips as she swayed her hips, “if someone changed your mind – changed your identity – so that you believed things that weren’t true, you’d hate them, wouldn’t you?”
“I would,” said Amy, a trace of viciousness in her voice. “I do.” And then, almost as an apology, she added, “But I love you, Master.”
“Then you should hate Alyra,” he told her. “She’s done this to you. She’s made you believe that you don’t need to be owned by a man. She’s made you believe that you don’t deserve rape. She’s made you believe that you’re a person, not property.”
He turned to look at her. “But that’s not the real you. That’s not the person you’d be, if it were not for Alyra’s spell. She changed everything about you. The real you exists to be raped. What you’re feeling right now – love for me, and an urge to thank me for abusing you – that’s the real you. I’m giving you back the real version of you.”
The look on Amy’s face was pure torture. Under normal circumstances, the bratty, stubborn Amy might have immediately discarded what he was saying, and told him to fuck himself. But right now a part of her mind was telling her that she loved him, and that he knew best. She was confused and vulnerable – and in that circumstance, his words had a way in.
“No,” she whispered softly, but her heart wasn’t in it.
“Yes,” said Justin.
She whimpered, and then said, “Thank you, master. For letting me be myself, for a while.”
“You’re welcome, Amy,” he said.
She kissed him again – and as she kissed him, he took out his cock and began to stroke it. Right now, Rose had turned around, and was bending over and spreading her ass cheeks as she shook her upper body, causing her tits to sway beneath her attractively.
“Do you like dancing like this Rose?” he asked her, between kisses with Amy.
“No, sir,” said Rose. Her voice sounded choked. “It is wrong. It is lewd. I beg you, allow me to stop.”
“I don’t think so,” said Justin. “I think we’re going to have some kind of buff tomorrow from you doing this. And besides, it’s entertaining.”
She turned towards him, straightening, and squeezed her tits with her hands while opening her mouth wide, inviting Justin to imagine what it would be like to push his cock between her lips.
The frustration that he couldn’t just grab Amy and rape her – when she was even now pressing her nude body against him as she kissed him – was overwhelming.
“Before I met you, I was pure,” said Rose. “My purity was a virtue – a tribute to Alyra. If I was ever going to surrender myself to a man, it would only be a devout servant of Holy Alyra, and only after marriage. And now I’ve been raped so many times…”
“This is the real you, Rose,” said Justin. “A degraded rapedoll. It’s what you were born to be. The person you thought you were before is just… a costume that didn’t really fit you.”
She bent her knees and descended into a squat, her legs spread. With her fingers she spread her cunt lips, and then she gyrated her hips as if fucking something.
Justin responded by pointing his cock at her and masturbating faster.
“I’m wet for rape,” Rose gasped. “Every time. I don’t want it. I don’t want to be raped. But my womanhood is so eager…”
“It’s because you’re a whore, Rose,” said Justin. “You always have been. You’ve just been hiding it from yourself. If you accept it, you’ll be happier. After all, you’re going to be dancing like this every time we make camp now, at least until I find something even better for you to do.”
“No, please…” moaned Rose. She ran a finger along her snatch, and then lifted it to her lips to lick it clean.
“Yes,” said Justin. “But I’ll let you stop dancing for tonight if you call yourself a dumb slut.”
She thought about it for a moment as she fingered her pussy for Justin’s enjoyment again.
Then she said, “I’m a dumb slut.”
“Good girl,” said Justin. “Keep going.” He kissed Amy, and pumped his cock faster.
“I’m a dumb slut,” moaned Rose. “I’m a dumb slut. I’m a dumb slut…”
And suddenly Justin felt himself cumming. He wanted to badly to cum on Rose, but still the rules of the world prevented that interaction. But it still felt immensely good to cum with Amy’s nude body against him, and his tongue in her mouth, as he stared at Rose’s spread twat.
And as he orgasmed, the world went dark, and the little camping animation played, and suddenly it was the next day.
The girls looked at him in a mix of pouty discontent, shame, and anticipation of further humiliation.
He took a moment to dress each of them in their most battle-appropriate clothes.
Rose looked down at her armour, and then at Justin.
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
“You’ll need it,” said Justin. “This was a save point inside a dungeon. In Hero’s Destiny, that always means one thing.”
“What?” asked Amy. “What does it mean?”
“It means that the next room will be a boss fight,” said Justin. “So let’s hope we’re ready for it.”
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