A warning just in case (if it wasn't obvious from the title). This chapter is not safe for work.
Hearing Alpha’s explanation about the orgy before your eyes, you decide that the only decent—but more importantly, the safest—thing to do in this situation is to get everyone even more aroused and then massacre the bandits, while keeping their prisoners alive. If that is at all possible.
“Everyone, stand back,” you say to your girls and walk forward to get in range of your spell.
I guess that metal door was only meant to keep the prisoners from escaping and they really don’t expect anyone to come from below. Not a single guard is posted at the stairs or in the corridor that you’re walking through. And even if there was, he probably joined the fun some time ago.
Once in range you cast [Aphrodisiac Mist] into the sea of flesh. Considering that Alpha proved resistant to the spell—at first, at least—the last thing you want is to be stabbed in the back by one of the more resistant bandits, so you decide that the safest thing to do is it to cast it a few more times, just to be sure. So, you cast [Aphrodisiac mist] a second, and then a third time right after.
As you take a few steps back to not get caught in the mist only you can see, you watch the spell's effects take hold of the people in the dome. And they do. The men and women inside had already let themselves be taken by the primitive urges even before your spells, but now they have lost any inhibition they might have had.
Of the pair nearest to you, the skinny man grabs a girl way out of his league by the head and shoves his impressive member all the way inside her mouth, while another comes over to the bent-over girl, grabs her by the hips and inserts himself inside her pussy in a single thrust. The girl moans in pleasure, her cries muffled by the cock inside her mouth. She gladly accepts both of them, you see a puddle of translucent, natural lubricant forming below her overflowing pussy.
Victims of your spell, men and women alike make equally vulgar faces—with their tongues hanging out and tears of pleasure. The men thrust with all their might. If they had members large enough to impale the girls, they would do so gladly. The only thing they can think of is the pleasure of filling up the girls to the brim dicks and semen.
The girls have become equally deranged. You see it in their faces—they are drowning in pleasure from being roughly penetrated by two, sometimes three men at once. Those who have their mouths free scream for more. Those that do not, experience the pleasure of satisfying throbbing cocks with their throats, one after the other. The women would probably suffocate one by one, but they are given just enough reprieve to gasp for air while their face and breasts are marked with sticky, white liquid.
Even when the men finally release their loads, they do not grow limp. Some do not even pull out after cumming and continue thrusting, while the girls collapse powerless from the overstimulation, gladly giving up their bodies to the endless mix of pain and pleasure.
By now every person in this room is at your mercy. The only problem is how to tell who’s the victim and who isn’t. They all are. Victims of uncontrollable lust. The only thing the girls want is to have cocks shoved inside them. The only thing the men want is to impregnate every woman they can get their hands on. Each of them is fulfilling the wishes of the other. Without guild. Without shame. Without reservations. Without consideration. As they all willingly surrender themselves to their primal urges, as their minds slowly break apart, they are rewarded with pleasure they have not and could not experience ever before.
“Oh, right!” you snap back to reality, remembering what you tried to accomplish by this. There is someone who failed miserably last time at their given task. “The perfect chance to redeem yourself—Summon Spider!”
The eight-legged creature with a pale, naked torso appears before your eyes. Still, one might not be enough for all these bodies, you think and cast [Summon Spider] again. The Spider before you disappears and instead another appears.
“Motherf—” you curse. Perhaps you should have expected this. After all most games don’t allow you to summon several copies of the same minion at the same time. Then again, some others do, even if there’s a cap. And there was no indication that you couldn’t.
“Useless system,” you grumble, though it’s more a fault of the description rather than the system, which seems to be working fine. "Seems" being the operative word. “Spider, wrap them all in you nets and don’t stop until none of them can move!”
The spider hisses and moves into the dome. Then—in a rather unconventional way for a spider—she proceeds to spit balls of web out of her mouth, covering her prey one or two at a time. Having hit the few in front of her, she effortlessly climbs the dome’s walls, continuously spitting her web on her way up to the ceiling, and proceeds to shoot her webs from above. With her targets remaining mostly in place, preoccupied with their partners, this made it ludicrously easy for the spider to hit them.
The spider's work separates some “lovers”, and they are left screaming and crying, foaming at the mouths, desperate to penetrate or be penetrated. The guys fruitlessly hump the air, trying to reach the girls, bound in compromising positions. Those that are able to, stroke their dicks fiercely, spurting loads of semen on the girls that are out of their reach. The girls open their mouths and reach out with their tongues to catch as much of the “love” as they can while fingering their drenching pussies. The “lucky” pairs, however, are locked in place with no escape from the pleasure, not that they would even think of it, and no choice but to hump like rabbits.
With her victims rooted in place the spider proceeds to produce her silk web from the spinnerets located on her lower spider body and within minutes covers everyone in the dome in elastic, but robust net. And while, unfortunately, you couldn’t time it, the whole process could not have taken more than a couple of minutes. The spider worked astonishingly fast. Perhaps a compensation for being such a large and fragile target?
“Alpha! Gamma! Come here!” You shout for the bunny girls. “Ariadne, go to the other side and kill anyone who comes!”
When they are Gamma is already breathing hard at the sight before her.
“Don’t. Touch. Anyone. Even yourself!” You spell it out to her. “Can you tell who's part of Xi's crew?”
“I can. Most of them,” Alpha says.
“Good,” you nod. “Gamma, go help Ariadne guard the other entrance.”
While Gamma and Ariadne walk circles around the writhing bodies, Alpha walks over to one of the men closest to her and points at him.
“This one,” Alpha says and sentences the man to death without care. Though it doesn’t seem that he cares or even heard her. He reaches out with one hand, trying to touch the girl he would probably never dare to otherwise. With the other he keeps stroking his dick, salivating at the thought of shoving it inside the indifferent bunny girl.
“Spider!” You call out to your minion. “Kill him.”
The spider bites her first victim in the neck with her teeth and, apparently, injects some kind of poison into him. The moment her teeth penetrate his flesh, his eyes roll back and he convulses as his cock releases its last load. His body goes limp. You can’t see or hear him breathe.
“One down,” you say. And as Alpha guides you to your next target you wonder what to do with the others when you’re done. It'll probably take a while for them to calm down. If they will at all that is.
"Ah! Ariadne, come here for a moment." You call for your sister while your spider kills its second victim. "Can you cast a portal out of here?"
"Yes, but I won't be able to teleport back here," Ariadne says. "It has many limitations. And apart from the fact that I have to have been before in the place, I'm teleporting to, I also cannot teleport underground, inside buildings and areas that have protective spells against teleportation."
"A pity," you frown and direct the spider at the woman Alpha is pointing at. "Kill that one too."
I can't just send them to our base since Epsilon and Delta will kill them on sight without me. Just teleport them away to some secluded area alone? Who knows what will happen to them. Not to mention it will leave us with no escape tools out of this place for three hours! Start casting Submission on them? But I already used up so much energy. It would leave me relying completely on the others. And the damn spider has a time limit, so can't just leave her guarding them. The webs will probably go with her—
"Ah, fuck!" you exclaim. "We need to hurry!"
YuujiEveryleaf
This is the first time for me writing a scene like this. I would really appreciate hearing your thoughts on it. If it made you cringe, I can understand. *hides face*.
Whatever your reaction is - let me know. Even if it is indifference. If many readers don't like it, perhaps I'll need to skip this kind of stuff in the future. Not that I would want to fill this story with nonstop sex anyway.
I also may have gone overboard with the number of options in this vote >.>
P.S. Depending on the vote will try to get another chapter out today around 1-2pm PST. Maybe a short one, but at least to keep things moving :)