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Moments tumbled into seconds without air in Alison's lungs. Even with her throat clogged with her DM's slick cock, she could think of nothing but the secrets she must keep from the Drow forces that encircle her. The paladin managed to create a small airway in her throat and immediately took advantage sucking a lungfull of slobber down.

Coughing without obstruction pulled her head down, tugged her ass up into the fuck machine and that dildo rubbed right against her g-spot.

Fineas laughted, "Rookie mistake! CON save." Once again, dice fell from her lips to the ground. It clicked and tumbled and spun before finally coming to rest on a 1. More raucous laughter filled the dark caves they played pretend in. Finn reached over and yanked the rope that tethered Alison's head to her ass. She called out, "No! STOP!"

Deeper and deeper the machine plunged into her. Fin fiddled with a knob to make the fucking build speed. Alison's screaming was cut short as her mouth was invaded by cock a third time. He fucked her face with the same courtesy and careful intent as the machine currently splitting her vulva in two. Thrust after inconsiderate thrust penetrated Alison's visage. Her limit arrived quicker than she hoped and she let her head fall and once again her pussy was forced to accept more of the automated dildo. Screaming and cursing permeated the air and did not cease.

What last sheds of higher thought Alison had left melted away and was supplanted by pure, hedonistic obsession. Even the endless resolve of Laryne Pyrelance had dwindled to nothingness. She strained her back to arch as far as it could, preparing to envelop as much phallus as she possible on both ends. Finn faced the possibility that he pushed his toy a bit too far as Alison began to speak.

"You want to know where those stupid daggers are? How about we make a deal? I'll tell you everything you want to know if... YOU GIVE ME EVERY LAST DROP OF THAT SWEET STICKY CUM YOU'VE GOT!"

Fineas looked down at the blindfolded animal before him. She grinned, drooling and forcing her pussy to take even more of the machine that continued to stir up her insides. "More, MORE," she moaned, "I need it all! I'll tell you everything, I swear!" Alison's tongue probed the air before her, searching for the dick she choked on moments ago.

"That's a pity. I was hoping to play with you more before you broke... But now I got something you want too." Finn placed the tip of his cock on Alison's tongue and found himself pulled into her mouth. He no longer had to work himself to the deepest reaches of her neck. Alison swallowed him with newfound fervor. She licked and sobbered every inch of her DM's shaft and flicked the tip of her tongue against its head. The machine plunged deeper and deeper as Alison tried her best to bury Finns cock further into her throat. Between the slurping, he could feel her moaning begin to grow in intensity. Alison was dangerously close to orgasm. He grabbed a riding crop he decided to keep handy and placed a stinging THWAP right on his toy's ass. The resulting shriek would have woken the entire house had it not been muffled by wang. The machine was turned off, her mouth emptied and, with one last unsatisfying pop, the silver hook was removed from her ass. "No...No No no nonononononooooo," she howled.

Finneas untied the ropes securing Alison's wrists and ankles and gently brought his whimpering girl to a seated position. He carefully wiped the saliva and running mascara away from her face and held her close as she babbled. "Don't you dare... You can't... It's not fair..." Fin continued to replace the rope that encircled her with his arms. "Please... No... Let's play more..."

Pt2

Paladins conjure up visions of courage, inspiration and gallons of that sweet, sweet Smite damage. This was more than enough incentive for Alison to roll up Laryne Pyrelance: Blade the Raven Court. Greatswords and heavy armor solved most of her problems.

Most of them...

Laryne, now stripped of her armor and weapons, finds herself in a bleak situation. Blinded, bound and only beginning her torture, it's everything she could do to not give in to Sybian's Steed.

Alison, however, has somewhat less resolve than the paladin she portrayed... Finn had left her hanging about 4 minutes at this point and the sound of her crying out from overstimulation became more frequent. He figured it was time for his Drow torturer to take the stage again.

"Alright, Lass... I'll ask you once more. Where are the Fangs of Lolth?"

The hanged woman couldn't say much through the laboured breathing and strain to stand. These persistent inquiries managed to help her pull an answer through the torture. "Eat shit, cave roach."

Finn almost let a chuckle escape him. "Suit yourself." He reached down between Alison's legs. Her juices soaked his hand. A subtle touch visibly sent shivers up her spine but there was no moaning to be had. Tonight's games were just beginning.

A sigh of relief could be heard as Finn lowered the sybian and wheeled it back to its corner. Alison's feet still struggled to find the ground. He came back with a long massage table that he wheeled under her. She sat and waited in fear, wondering why her torturor let her come down from her hanging prison. The ropes loosened and found a new home around her wrists and ankles. Alison tried to struggle but her legs remained weak from her first endurance test.

Without any warning her body was flipped and forced to lie flat on the cold leather cushion. Pulled by the rope coiled around her limbs, Allison came to rest on her knees and elbows. She felt a tug on her hair and it was wrapped and pulled taught by what seemed to be some sortof weight. Another rope pulled her hips up and a stiff rod pressed up against her dripping crevice. Inconsiderate hands pulled her lips aside and and that rod just barely dipped into her. Alison's head pulled back and she felt an icy pressure on her asshole.

Fineas gazed upon his creation. Alison knelt on all fours, extremities bound to a massage table. Her hips also found themselves coiled in rope and loosely lashed to the table. An auto-fuck machine sits aimed into Alison's pussy. Finn smiled with sadistic glee as he pulled Alison's hair back, giving him just enough slack to insert the balled tip of a steel hook into her puckered asshole. Then Finn turned on the fuck machine.

It didn't plunge too far into her, but it was enough that it couldn't be ignored. She tried to drop away and the hook buried in her anus yanked her head back by her hair. Finn bent and whispered in her ear.

"You'll have to make a choice, Lass. Either that cunt of yours is gonna get rough fucked..."

"Or what?" She hissed. Finn pulled his shorts down and shoved the swollen tip of his cock between Alison's lips.

"That pretty little face of yours." His fingers plunged into her long ashen hair and forced her neck to straighten. Alison ripped one final breath from the air as her throat was filled with engorged dick. Her DM knew it wouldn't take long before she coughed up his tool so he fucked her mouth while her resolve held.

He felt his head force itself into her esophagus once...

Twice...

Three times before she dropped her head to get air. The hook in her ass yanked her hips up in response and the automatic fuck machine dug deep into her qwaking twat. Alison's voice filled the room and she forced her hips back down and put her face in prime position to be loaded up with penis yet again.

"I'm gonna need another CON save..."

Finn popped a d20 into her mouth and she spit it to the ground. 17 called for more fun for the Drow torture artist he embodied. Before more drool fell from his cock, it returned to the small space in Alison's throat and began to fuck her head again. She managed to receive ten slow, deep thrusts before letting out a cough but refused to let her head fall. Finn's heart filled with pride. He supported her chin with a hand and pushed deeper into her neck and pinched her nostrils shut.

Pt1.

It happens to be a very rare thing to witness when Alison gets excited about somthing. Fineas had tried many times before to convince her to play D&D with him with no success. She'd roll those deep brown eyes at him and instantly begin the name calling. Now those same brown eyes are affixed on the battle map covered in dice and tiny sculptures of devils and heroes. The other players were just as excited but their experience tempered it somewhat. Even they weren't prepared for the words they were going to hear.

"Rogar, rolling a 19 with rice to disarm traps, stands up with a smile stretched across his draconic visage, confident that this trap is 100% disarmed. He takes a step and immediately trips another. A trap door in the ceiling opens and you can all hear a wet, sickening schloorp as a Gelatinous Cube falls behind you and beings advancing. That's where we'll pick up next week!"

These cliffhangers were nothing new to the others. Alison, however, had grown weary of them.

"Oh no ya don't," she began. "We're so close to the end! I can feel it!"

"Your paladin doesn't know that and neither do you. Now, I suggest that if-"

"I suggest that we keep playing so we can find out!"

Finneas sighed. Every session since they started has ended with begging and pleading to continue rolling dice. Its frequency was beginning to wear on him despite his seemingly endless patience. Something had to be done.

"Alison?" Her name drowned under the weight of her arguments so he tried again. "Alison, I need you to pay attention to me." It was no use... Time for the bigger guns.

Finn caressed Alison's cheek and slowly dragged his fingers to the nape of her neck where they stayed. Immediately her eyes were as wide as her mouth no longer was. Now he had her attention.

"Now that I've managed to help you focus, Lass, I believe it's time for a little chat."

Alison looked around for aid from the other players. They had already returned to their corners of the building and said their goodnights. Finneas continued,

"If you're so eager to continue playing, maybe you should go wait for me in our private gameroom."

"Wait! I-I-I just..."

The stuttering was a clear sign that Alison knew exactly what she was in for. Finn sealed her fate with an all too familiar smirk. "Yes, Sir..." was her only response before heading downstairs.

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For the first night in a month, Finn was able to clean off the game table in peace. Tankards half full of ale and plates filled with the remnants of a meal found their way to the sink and Finneas found his way to the basement door. As he entered the space, he found his Lass right where he expected her: in the center of the room, kneeling on a pillow with her upturned palms on her knee, a white collar around her neck and her eyes pointed to the floor. The only sound to leave her mouth was "Hello, Sir."

"Hello, Lass. You've made it *quite* clear that your capacity for playing D&D is the furthest thing from exhausted. I'm curious to see exactly how long this tenacity will hold for. Are you ready to begin?"

Alison nodded and responded, "Yes, Sir..."

"Fantastic," Finn exclaimed, "I've brought you a gift!" He placed a pencil, a small black sack and a character sheet on the small table before his rambunctious paladin. "Go ahead. 4d6. Drop the lowest."

Finneas sat in his leather armchair and let his eyes wander as Alison retrieved the dice from the small velvet bag. He was lucky to convince his roommates to let him completely take over the fairly spacious basement. The cross sat far enough away from the rack and the suspension rig to give room enough for swinging. The two stockades in the corner sat on wheels for convenience sake. The sound of dice falling and pencils scribbling faded and Finneas called his Lass over.

She handed him the paper and Finn chuckled. Alison rolled shit stats but managed to sink a 17 into Constitution. In total silence, he stood up, placed the character sheet on a coffee table and blindfolded the nearly naked woman that stood before him. "Humans don't get Darkvision."

Finn then led her by the hand to another corner of the playroom. In complete darkness, she could feel braided rope drag across her wrist and tighten. Her arm bowed to a will of another and crossed her chest. Her other arm bent and pressed against her back. The rope enveloped her completely and Finn spoke in a tone unfamiliar to these walls.

"It's completely dark when you come to. The only things you can recall are snippets... A fight...in a cave maybe... As you assess your current situation, you are nude and being bound in some kind of webbing. You feel poking and prodding all over your body..."

Finn look a bamboo rod and dug the tip into her side. And then her shoulder... Moving around and poking as he goes.

"Oh good, you're awake. No use in struggling, you'll only make the spiders frustrated and testy. The High Priestess instructed me to break the survivors before we put you to your task. I've gotten through the first six of ya faster than I've expected. If I can keep this up I can go home early today. Let's get started!"

Finneas grabbed his Lass and stood her up, spun her a bit, and left her to stand alone in the Drow infested caverns of her mind. A few moments of solitude pass before a quick swat on the ass. "Walk."

Alison pushed a toe forward into the darkness and inched ahead to the solid ground she discovered. The voice in the darkness bellowed, "get a move on!" Another swat on the ass coaxed some more speed from Alison. She found her way to somthing cold and flat and felt a tug from above. "Get ready luv. This shouldn't take long."

Alison felt her feet slowly leave the ground. The ropes dug into her skin under her pressure. Rough hands pried her knees apart and placed them on either side of that cold and flat sensation she felt just a moment before. Alison was lowered just enough to stand on her toes or rest her whole weight on the mystery object she was currently straddling. "Sir? What am I sitting on?"

Finneas smiled and placed 2d20 in her hand, "Roll Perception. With disadvantage." She let them fall to the ground and prayed that her +1 WIS bonus would be enough. Finn's voice sliced through her mind's racing thoughts,

"Lucky! That's a 19. You know that there is a very common Drow torture device called Sybian's Steed. Even rolling a 19 you're not 100% certain but it's your best guess."

A gasp escaped Alison's lips faster than her knees could respond to the sudden quaking between her legs. The silicone shivering against her sent lightning up her spine prompting her to stand up best she could. Finneas regained his Drow persona with a smile.

"Ok, Lass, I'm gonna ask you a couple questions and I'm gonna give you a damn good reason to answer them to the best of your ability. The trick is to get you to talk before you become a whimpering human cumslut. I haven't quite got it right just yet, but you happen to be lucky number seven. So, where are you people hiding the Fangs of Lolth?"

Finn pulled a lever and the the sybian rose to almost meet Alison's crotch. She strained to keep herself as far away from the vibrating beneath her. "You'll have more luck asking my corpse," she replied. "Is that so?"

A sharp sting flew across her rear. Even under the blindfold, Alison's eyes widened as the pain buckled her knees. She fell onto the humming device underneath her and the vibrations filled her with an overwhelming bliss before the paladin pulled herself up again. Alison felt dice in her hands once again. "Roll a CON save for me, Lass."