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 Laurana and the Magic Brothel (M+/F, F/F, n/c)

   Laurana paused in the doorway to stomp snow off her boots, shivering as
steam rose from the snow clinging to her shoulders.  She looked around the
lobby of the inn, empty except for a clerk slumped facedown over his desk.
Sounds of loud male laughter and shouting came from a set of swinging
double doors to her right, she could catch glimpses of a bar room through
the small oval windows set about head height in the wooden doors.

   "Excuse me," she said as she walked over to the clerk, trying not to let
her teeth chatter.  She shifted the strap of her traveling bag on her
shoulder.  "Excuse me!" she said louder.

   "Yes!  Sorry sir!  Ma'am!  My lady!" the clerk said, jolting upright and
half out of his chair.  There was a smudge of dark ink across the tip of
his nose.

   "I have a room booked here," Laurana said, brushing the snow off her
shoulders and pulling back her cloak's hood.  She shook her long, golden
hair out and shivered, rubbing her arms and shifting her feet.  "Lady
Kanan."

   "Um, yes, hold on, just one moment," the clerk said, flipping through
his log book.  "Oh, yes, booked by Lord Dalamar for you?"

   "Yes, I suppose," Laurana said, lips pursing in annoyance.

   "It's a good thing Lord Dalamar reserved a room for you, what with the
blizzard," the clerk said.  "No one's been able to leave the city and
almost every room in every inn is taken."

   "Yes, I know," Laurana said.  "I live a day's ride from here but the
guards can't even open the gates with all the snow that's piled up."

   "My condolences, is your family waiting for you?  I could try and
contact Lord Dalamar, he's a very powerful mage, he might be able to get
you home."

   "No, no, that's quite fine," Laurana said quickly.  "I had planned to
stay in the city for Yule.  I'm visiting Lord Uth Wistan but he's currently
got visitors packed four to a room for the holidays." And I told the
servants I'd be away for Yule so they could enjoy themselves, she thought
to herself.  She was just glad she wouldn't be cleaning up the mess, she
had never imagined that such a staid and proper bunch could descend to such
debauchery.  And just as well that she stay away from Rodney and the other
stable boys this year.

   "I'm sorry, Lady Kanan, but we only have one room available and it's,
errr, for our clients," the clerk said, blushing bright red.

   "What do you mean?  This is an inn, isn't it?"

   "Oh, look at that!" a drunken voice slurred as a man staggered through
the bar doors.  "We've got some entertainment, boys!" He leaned against the
doorjamb and looked Laurana up and down.  "She looks cold too, needs some
warming up." He staggered forward, hands outstretched.  "C'mere, girlie,
let me get something hot into you, hur hur."

   "Lord Calbra, please!" the clerk said, rushing around the desk and
shoving the drunken man back towards the bar.  "Lady Kanan is a guest!  She
is not an employee!"

   "Not an employee?  That mean we don't have to pay her?" Lord Calbra said
with a leer as he stumbled backwards.  "Come on and visit with us, girlie,
we'll treat you real nice."

   Laurana stared coldly at him as he fell back into the bar and was
dragged into a chair by the clerk.  A tired looking young woman dressed
only in a skimpy skirt and a ridiculously low cut peasant blouse shoved a
drink into the lord's hands and dodged out of the way as he and several
other men made grabs for her ass and tits.

   "Could you show Lady Kanan up to her room?" the clerk said to the woman
as she left the bar with him.  "Room 3E."

   "Sure," the woman said, motioning towards a set of stairs behind the
clerk's desk.

   "I hope we don't run out of liquor," the clerk said, wringing his hands
as he peered into the bar through the door windows.

   "We've got plenty, even at the rate they're spilling it," the woman said
with a dismissive wave of her hand.  "You'd better send someone to get
Katya and Leah though, my shift's almost over and they're looking for
someone to gang bang again."

   Laurana's eyes widened as she followed the woman up the stairs.  She
flushed and turned her head when she realized she could see up the woman's
skirt, see that she was wearing nothing beneath it.

   "Hmm, you don't want to work a shift, do you?" the woman asked as they
reached the second floor landing and continued upwards.  "It's really easy
work, just bend over a table and spread.  This lot are too drunk to want
anything more complicated."

   "N-no, no thank you," Laurana said, horror filling her voice.

   "Sure?  I mean, it's not like when you get some of the younger guys who
want to show off and have you do stuff for them.  You don't have to do any
work, is what I'm saying.  And I doubt they'll last long, especially if
you're as tight as they say elves are." The woman glanced over her shoulder
and winked at Laurana.

   "I'm just here to stay for the night," Laurana said, clutching her cloak
tighter to herself.

   "Yeah, I don't blame you," the woman said as they reached the third
floor and walked to the end of a quiet, lushly carpeted hallway.  It was
warm, delightfully so after being outdoors, and Laurana only heard the
faintest echo of the men downstairs.  "Katya and Leah usually handle the
big groups, they have this whole thing where they just get naked and rub
against each other while begging the men to jerk off onto them.  Smart, men
do all the work and they can walk straight in the morning.  Here we are,
room 3E." The woman unlocked the door and handed Laurana the key.  "Just
ask the room if you need anything, kitchen stays open for another couple
hours so if you're hungry you should order now."

   "Wait, ask the room?" Laurana said but the woman was already walking
down the stairs.  She glanced into the room, there didn't appear to be any
servants waiting for her.

   "Hello?" Laurana called out as she closed the door behind her.  The room
was quite nice, not nearly as garishly appointed as she had imagined any
establishment run by Dalamar would be.  There was a painted screen set up
in front of the door to block drafts and provide privacy to the rest of the
room.  Past the screen the room opened up into a combination bed room and
sitting room.  The entire floor was covered with soft carpeting and Laurana
hurriedly kicked her boots off to keep from dirtying it.

   Across from the door was the fireplace and several windows covered in
frost.  Off to the left of the fireplace was an extravagantly large
four-poster bed covered in thick comforters and pillows.  There was a couch
and two armchairs along with a small table tucked away in the left corner
on this side of the bed.  Oddly enough, there wasn't any more furniture
which left most of the room open and empty.  Perhaps they hadn't fully
furnished the room yet?

   "Hello?" Laurana said as she crossed the room to a door set in the
right-hand wall.  She opened it and saw a bathroom almost as big as the
main room.  Light blue and green tile lined the floor and walls and there
was a sunken bath tub as big as the bed in the center of the room.  Racks
of fluffy towels and several robes hung from the near wall by a sink and
mirror, but no sign of anyone else.

   "Welcome," a sultry woman's voice said from behind Laurana.  She spun,
dropping her bag on the tile floor and looked around the main room, seeing
no one.

   "Welcome, mistress," the woman said again, her voice coming from empty
air.

   "Who are you?" Laurana demanded.

   "I am the room, mistress," the voice said.  "I am here to accomodate
your every wish and desire."

   Oh.  Lovely.  A magical room, that was much more along the lines of what
she expected from Dalamar.  Leave him to take a perfectly nice inn and turn
the thing into a magical experiment ready to explode.

   "I can take a form, if you wish, mistress," the voice said.

   "Yes, please do," Laurana said.

   She wasn't surprised at what form the voice took.  There was a swirl of
colored lights and a slender red headed woman dressed in an approximation
of mage's robes stood before Laurana.  Her hair fell in long waves almost
to her waist.  Her robes, her robes, Laurana thought and felt a blush
creeping across her cheeks.  The woman's robes were cut more like lingerie.
They barely covered and supported her rather large breasts and left her
belly completely bare.  The robes were also cut up the side to expose long
swathes of creamy skin and Laurana was sure that if the woman turned or
walked too fast she'd be able to see exactly how much detail had been put
into the illusion.

   "What does my mistress require?" the woman said.

   "I, what should I call you?" Laurana asked.

   "Whatever my mistress prefers," the woman said.  "Girl, slut, whore,
bitch, wench-"

   "I'll just call you E," Laurana stammered, "Um, Evey."

   "As you wish, mistress."

   "You don't have to call me mistress either."

   "Would you prefer master?  Owner?  Your highness?  Goddess?"

   "I suppose mistress is fine," Laurana said, rubbing her forehead.

   "Very well, mistress.  What may I do for you?" Evey said, kneeling at
Laurana's feet and bowing her head.

   "I, um, just-" Laurana stammered, looking down at the woman.  "I could
use a hot bath and some food."

   "Of course, mistress.  Do you wish me to bathe you while your food is
prepared?" Evey looked up at Laurana and arched her back, giving Laurana
the perfect view of the redheaded woman's gorgeous and expansive cleavage.

   "No!  No, just, get my bath ready," Laurana said, retreating to the
couch and collapsing on it.  She looked up at the sound of water rushing
and saw Evey still kneeling by the bathroom door.  There was a fan of
brochures on the coffee table and she picked one up at random to avoid
staring at the luscious woman gazing placidly at her.

   "All your dreams and desires made reality," the brochure read.  Laurana
flipped it open, tucking her chilled feet under her.



   "Nothing is barred to our clients.  All your fantasies and desires await
you here.  Merely ask your room for whatever needs you wish to slake and
the power of the greatest mage on all of Krynn will ensure that they are
fulfilled.

   Do you dream of having the Revered Lady Crysania kneeling before you
instead of the altar?  Perhaps you wish Dragon Highlord Kitiara brought
before you in chains to meet your justice?  Do you wish the Queen of the
Silvanesti to tremble before you?  Or does Lady Laurana Kanan fill your
lustful thoughts?  Ask and you shall receive."



   Laurana froze at the last line and looked at the other brochures lying
on the table.  Each one had a picture of a woman on the front, she
recognized Kitiara and Crysania, then Alhana.  She began to shuffle through
the brochures, scattering them on the floor.  There were several brochures
with noble ladies of Palanthas on them and a few without the names of the
woman, but with the name of their profession.  Holy cleric of Mishakal. 
Warrior woman.  Barbarian priestess.  Adept of the White Robes.  Librarian
of Gilean.  Palanthian Courtesan.  Sultry rogue.  Nerakan Whore.  Saucy bar
wench.  Then she saw her own picture and seized the brochure, a mix of fury
and shame filling her as she snatched it up and yanked it open.



   "Lady Laurana Kanan, Princess of Qualinost, the Golden General, leader
of the Whitestone Army.  Her beauty is legendary, as are her exploits. 
Everyone has heard of how she led her army to victory, but how did a
princess become a general overnight?  And how did she lead her men into
battle?  And what truly did happen when she was taken captive by the Dragon
Army?  Explore all the possibilities with her tonight!

   SEE!  How Laurana rutted with the council of the Knights of Solamnia to
secure their backing!  How she fulfills their base desires with her nubile
flesh and skilled hands!  FEEL!  Her touch as she inspires her men to
bravery with promises of her body!  Her body writhing beneath you as reward
for your service!  LISTEN!  As she is subject to the most cruel and
humiliating interrogations that the Dragon Army could devise!  As she begs
for mercy and moans from the cruel violations of the dreaded minotaurs and
draconians!  WATCH!  As your bound captive lies helpless before you, forced
to be your plaything!  As you order any manner of beast to mount her and
break her spirit!

   Ask your room for a night with the Golden General and you will not be
disappointed.  But for just a few steel more ask your room for the Heroines
of the Lance and revel in the company of not only Laurana, but the buxom
bar wench Tika, the haughty Queen Alhana, and the alluring wild beauty of
Goldmoon, barbarian priestess!

   Enjoy them one at a time or all at once!  Participate the in legendary
victory celebrations, recreated from first hand accounts of witnesses!  Be
one of the men who were allowed to join in the Heroines' orgy!

   Or punish the Lady Laurana!  See her notorious arrogance and haughtiness
brought to heel by you!  Put her in her place and re-enact historical
scenes of Lady Laurana's own special brand of diplomacy!  The Moonlit
Silvanost Gang Bang!  The Unforgettable Que-shu Caravan!  The Legendary
Solace Spit Roast!

   Remember, you may ask for anything your heart desires!  Your imagination
is the limit!  And you may do whatever you wish to your beauties, they are
yours to command.  If you have any further questions, please feel free to
ask your room.

   This brochure property of Dalamar the Black, Palanthas, Master of the
Tower, Black Robe, Tenured, Chair.

   Suggestions?  Feedback?  Send mail to: Dark Tower of High Sorcery,
Shoikan Grove, Palanthas, c/o Shambling Malformed Abominations of Dark
Magic.

   Dalamar's Brothel of Magical Wonders makes no guarantees regarding
availability of person, persons, or animals for use with Laurana. 
Remember, do not attempt to perform these acts outside of the Brothel."



   Laurana sat frozen, her jaw hanging open from shock.  Her fists clenched
and she threw the crumpled brochure into the unlit fireplace.

   "Evey!  Light the fire!" she yelled.

   "Yes, mistress," Evey said and a fire sprang up in the hearth.

   "I'm leaving," Laurana muttered as she stalked across the room and
snatched up her bag, then hopped along struggling into her boots.

   "But mistress, your bath is ready-" Evey pleaded, crawling across the
room on her hands and knees.  "Please don't go!"

   Laurana ignored her as the illusionary woman rolled over on her back and
spread her legs, her hands cupping and squeezing her breasts as the woman
moaned and groaned loudly, begging for her mistress to come back.

   "-dragonlance right up his backside," Laurana muttered to herself as she
stomped down the stairs.  "Then I'm going to tell everyone else in those
brochures.  See if he can live at the top of a tower when Paladine has a
lightning bolt waiting for him.  And Tika will brain him with a frying pan
when she finds out she didn't get a brochure of her own.

   "Awww, oh gaawwwds, yes," a bored woman's voice said from the bottom of
the stairs as Laurana reached the second story landing.  Laurana froze and
peeked over the railing.  The woman from the bar was bent over at the
waist, her hands propped on the stairs, legs spread, with a man pounding
away at her from behind.  "Ohhhhh, yes, yessssss, fuck me harder," the
woman continued to say while inspecting her nails.

   Laurana risked a further glance and she saw that the lobby was packed
full of milling men spilling out of the bar and crowding the stairs for a
chance to mount the bar wench.  The clerk was standing on his desk, waving
his hands and trying his best to usher everyone back into the bar but
without any apparent success.  Laurana blushed as the bar wench glanced up,
winked, and waved, mouthing, "Lots of coin" at her.  The man mounting the
wench grunted loudly and slammed himself into her, eliciting a soft yelp
and an annoyed expression.

   Laurana watched in embarassment as the man pulled out, his stiff but
deflating cock shining with the wench's juices, and shot a gobbet of come
onto the wench's taut ass cheeks.  He stumbled backwards, stuffing himself
back into his pants and shoved his way through the crowd towards the bar as
the crowd surged forward and the least drunken man managed to get his cock
out of his pants and into the barmaid.  Any hope that Laurana had of
waiting for the crowd to finish disappeared when the first man staggered
out of the bar with a flagon of ale in hand and took a place at the rear of
the queue.

   As quietly and unobtrusively as she could, Laurana crept back up the
stairs, praying that the bar wench wouldn't decide it would be easier if
she told the men that there was a woman waiting for them upstairs.  But
there was no thump of drunken feet rushing after her and soon she was back
in her room, panting and leaning against the door while trying to push the
image of the bar wench out of her head.

   "Mistress!  You're back!" Evey said from her place on the floor.  Her
robe was hiked up and Laurana could see that the illusion was complete in
every detail down to the glistening pink folds of the woman's-

   Laurana jerked her gaze away and flopped back onto the couch.  She
sighed and laid the back of her arm over her eyes and then jerked up at the
feel of someone tugging on her boots.

   "Mistress?" Evey said, Laurana's boot half off in her hands.  "May I?"

   "Yes, go ahead," Laurana sighed, leaning back against the couch as Evey
tugged her boots off and set them by the door.

   "Your bath is ready, mistress," Evey said.  "Do you wish me to undress
you?"

   "No!" Laurana said, rolling off the couch and dropping her bag onto the
coffee table.  "I'm fine, just, just stay out here and get my food when
it's ready."

   "Yes, mistress," Evey said with a smile and curtsey.

   Laurana shut the door to the bathroom behind her and locked it.  A pang
of guilt touched her as she slid her breeches down her legs and folded them
before setting them on the floor by the door.  She probably shouldn't worry
about an illusion created to please clients, even if she had sent it down
to a lobby full of men eager to bang anything female and warm.  But maybe
that would get them to finish before it got too late to go out and find
another room for the night.

   Laurana shivered as she pulled her blouse over her head and then slid
out of her shift and panties, letting them fall to the floor as she stepped
towards the steaming bath.  It was a deliciously painful thrill to set her
chilled toes in the steaming water and she shuddered with pleasure as the
hot water rose up her body and covered her cold touched nipples.

   Maybe she'd get Dalamar to install one of these bathrooms in the manor
in exchange for not skewering him, she thought as she closed her eyes and
leaned against the side of the pool.

   "Would you care to indulge yourself now, mistress?" Evey said as Laurana
finished her meal and sat back contentedly, still wearing a bathrobe and
warm from her long soak.  The room was deliciously comfortable now with a
fire roaring in the hearth.

   "Indulge?" Laurana murmured, her eyes closed.

   "There are a selection of pleasurable scenarios for you to choose from,
you may wish to peruse the brochures provided for you.  Or you may make a
request and I will fulfill it as best as I can."

   Laurana's eyes snapped open and she looked at the coffee table with its
spread of brochures.  Evey had tidied them up again and the alluring eyes
of the women on the covers gazed at her.  The brochure with her picture was
back again, either created by the room or replaced from a stock of copies.

   Still langorous and sated, Laurana reached out and picked up her
brochure and flipped through it again.  How silly, really, she thought.  I
mean, look at this, I don't even know what they mean when they talk about
me fulfilling base desires of being interrogated.

   The wine from dinner must have been stronger than she had thought
because the idea of seeing what exactly happened in these scenarios was
sounding rather amusing.

   "Show me this one," Laurana said, pointing to the section of the
brochure about her and the knights.

   "Of course, mistress," Evey said.  She moved a chair to face the empty
portion of the room and motioned for Laurana to take her seat there.  "It
will just be one moment."

   Laurana sat nervously in the chair, plucking at the bathrobe as clenched
her thighs together and bit her lip.  She was just about to stand and order
the room to cancel everything when the lights dimmed and then came up
again. Where there had been empty space, now there was a large table with
twelve Solamnic knights seated around it.

   "Where is this, Laurana wench, anyway?" one of them said, stroking his
mustache.  Laurana jumped at the sound of her name and looked around,
wondering if she should say something when she saw herself walk out of the
bathroom door.

   It was her, there was no exageration of her features or figure.  The
Laurana in front of her stepped towards the table and bowed to the knights.
But instead of the usual breeches and blouse that she had worn when meeting
with the knights, clothes chosen to seem businesslike and serious, the
Laurana standing there wore a long gown of green cotton, finely woven, low
cut, and clinging to every curve of her figure.  And instead of her usual
black leather boots, the Laurana wore painfully high open stiletto heels.

   "I never wore heels to meet with the knights!  I always wore boots!"
Laurana said, half rising from her chair.  The knights and her copy didn't
seem to hear her but they froze for a second and when they moved again her
copy was wearing her usual boots.

   "Oh, well, that's better, I suppose," Laurana said, sitting back in her
chair.  Should she say something about the dress?  It was quite pretty and
very fetching, so much so that she should probably try and find a
dressmaker who could duplicate it.

   She was about to speak again when the knight sitting at the head of the
table spoke.  "Lady Kanan, the council has asked you here today to speak
about an urgent matter," he said.

   "Yes, Sir Uth Wistan," the copy said.  "I came as soon as I heard."

   "That's supposed to be Gunthar?" Laurana asked.  "Maybe in his dreams."
The real Gunthar had been a handsome man but he'd been past his middle
years when Laurana first met him and even his rigorous training hadn't been
able to hide a slowly growing paunch and the weariness in his eyes.  This
Gunthar had a body like Caramon's.  And his eyes blazed with life as he
slowly looked the copy up and down.

   "We've decided, in light of your services, to appoint you commander of
the Palanthian Guard," he said.  "Provided that you...prove yourself."

   "I-, thank you, lord," the copy said, blushing and bowing.  "I am
honored and pleased to be of service."

   "Yes.  Service," another knight said with a leer.

   "You will have to prove that you are capable of fulfilling your role as
commander," Gunthar continued.  "Normally the commander would be a full
knight and we would be well aware of his strengths and weaknesses.  But you
are an unknown to us so we must...test you."

   "Anything, lord," the copy said.  "I will prove my worth."

   "Then, with my lady's approval, we will begin the trial," Gunthar said,
nodding towards Laurana.  "Are you ready?"

   "Um," Laurana said, biting her lip.  The knights around the table were
leering at the apparently oblivious copy standing before them.  Did she
really want to see what depraved fantasy had been conjured up?  It was
sickening, really.  But, but she could stop it at any time, of course.  And
it was just a show.  "Y-yes, start the trial."

   "As you wish," Gunthar said, nodding towards Laurana as he walked
towards the copy.  "Place your hands on the table and lean forward."

   The copy hesitated but did as she was asked.  "You can stop this trial
at any time by asking us to stop," Gunthar said.  "But if you do, you will
fail the trial and lose any chance at joining the knights."

   "I-I understand," the copy said.

   Ask what the trial is, you fool!  Laurana thought as the copy looked
over her shoulder at Gunthar.  "I'm ready," the copy said.

   "Hold still," Gunthar said as he reached out and clasped his hands
around the copy's slender waist.  She looked startled and looked around at
the other knights, all leering at her, some licking their lips lasciviously
as Gunthar's hands slid up and then around to cup the elf woman's breasts.

   "My lord!" she cried out, reaching up to push his hands away.

   "Stay still, wench!" Gunthar barked and the copy slowly put her hands
back onto the table, grimacing and bowing her head as Gunthar began to
knead and squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.  There
was a chuckle from the knights and Laurana felt a blush creeping up her
cheeks when she saw her copy's nipples were plainly visible now.

   "Good, very good," Gunthar said into the copy's ear as he gave her a
final squeeze and stepped back to her obvious relief.  "Now spread your
legs."

   "Sir Gunthar-"

   "Do it or I'll do it for you, wench."

   Laurana watched as her copy looked over her shoulder at Gunthar and then
at her, eyes pleading.  But Laurana remained silent, her hands clutching
her robe, her lips slightly parted, as her copy slowly slid her legs apart
for the knight.

   "Oh, gods," her copy whimpered as Gunthar reached down and slid his hand
up the inside of her thigh, then up to caress quim.  The elf woman cried
out as he tore her panties off and cast them aside to drift to the floor.

   "This," Gunthar said as he continued to move his hand against the copy's
quim, "is a test of will.  Can you stand it?"

   "Y-yes!" the copy said and then gasped, tossing her head back as Gunthar
slid a finger into her.  "But please, my lord, please don't do such a thing
to me."

   Gunthar barked a laugh and Laurana's copy began to moan as he fingered
her and pulled his hand free, licking the shining juices from his fingers
with obvious relish.  He let her dress drop back down into place and the
copy panted in obvious relief until Gunthar seized the neckline of her
dress and tore it in half.

   Laurana's copy shrieked and jerked away from the table, bending over and
trying to cover herself with her hands and arms.  The knights around the
table roared with laughter and Laurana licked her lips as her copy shivered
and crouched, face flushed with humiliation.

   "On your knees facing me," Gunthar said and then grabbed the copy's
shining gold hair and tugged her down, her yelp filling the room.  "Open
your mouth, wench."

   "Please, this trial has gone far enough!" Laurana's copy cried out,
looking directly at Laurana.  "My lady, please, stop this!"

   "I, I," Laurana stammered.  Her heart was pounding and she clenched her
thighs together, feeling a familiar warm wetness between them.  Just an
illusion, right?  She should see where this goes, just so she could tell
Dalamar she had watched all of his show in case he tried to weasel out of
it.  "Continue."

   "My lady!" the copy cried and then her voice was cut off as Gunthar
drove his cock into her mouth.  Laurana moaned as she watched her copy's
pink lips wrapped tight around the human's cock, her hands going to his
hips and pushing frantically while the knight's strong hands gripped her
head.

   Laurana gasped and she barely realized that she was sneaking both her
hands between her thighs while Gunthar forced his cock into her copy's
mouth.  Her copy was sobbing and moaning, eyes closed, face twisted with
shame.

   "Suck, wench, suck me like I know you can, whore," Gunthar snarled.  "I
know you whored yourself to get here, don't pretend you don't know exactly
how to serve a man."

   Laurana bit her lower lip and slid her robe open, her hands moving
between her legs.  The knights were ignoring her, all eyes on her naked
copy, writhing and making muffled moans as Gunthar forced his entire length
into her stretched mouth.

   Laurana watched, hands on herself, matching the motion of Gunthar as he
pounded his cock between her copy's pink lips.  Laurana was gasping, teeth
clenched as she tossed her head and arched her back, eyes narrowed to slits
as she watched her copy writhe and gag, breasts bouncing with every
pounding thrust into her mouth, her entire body bobbing and arching.

   "Swallow every drop, whore," Gunthar snarled, hands buried in the copy's
lustrous blonde hair.  The copy was gagging and choking, her slender hands
pounding on Gunthar's hips, but when he threw back his head and grunted,
the copy's eyes closed and Laurana could see her lips working Gunthar's
shaft.

   Then, with a gasp and cough, her copy fell back, released, hair falling
in a tumble around her head.  She was gasping for breath and sobbing as she
slumped to the side, her entire body flushed.

   "Good girl," Gunthar said.  "Took it all and didn't spill a bit." He
tucked himself back into his breeches and knelt by the moaning elf woman,
caressing her breasts and stroking her hair.  "Congratulations, you've
finished my trial."

   "I passed?  I can become commander?" the copy whispered.

   "Oh, not yet, the rest of the council have trials for you to complete as
well."

   "But- please, my lord," Laurana's copy moaned as the rest of the council
stood and moved towards her, hemming her in from behind, leaving her facing
Laurana.

   "Just beg us to stop and this can end, wench," one of them said.

   "I- no, but, please-" the copy said and yelped as they lifted to her
feet and bent her over the long conference table, her quim facing straight
towards Laurana.  Laurana groaned as she saw her own pink, wet quim folds
glistening in the light.  Then a knight dragged her copy to the side to
that her profile was to Laurana, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit as she
propped herself up on her hands and tried to stand, only to be shoved back
down onto the table by the knight behind her.

   "My lady, help me!" the copy cried out, looking at Laurana, as the
knight knocked her shapely legs apart with his boot and pressed his cock
against her quim.  "My la-" her plea was cut off by a wail as the knight
thrust into her, his hands tight on her waist as he pulled her back with
every pounding thrust.

   "Gods, gods," Laurana panted, legs apart as she pleasured herself and
basked in the sight of her copy being humiliated and mounted like a whore
by the knights.  Laurana tossed her head back against the back of the
chair, hips lifting, robe falling away from her bare skin, as she screamed
out her own climax in accompaniment to the copy's own cries and moans.

   Laurana slumped back into her chair, barely conscious as she watched
knight after knight take their turn with her copy.  Her copy moaned and
writhed beneath each violation, groaning and sobbing as they pressed her to
the table or lifted her up by cupping her breasts and pressing her lithe
body against them.  Then one mounted her, his hands on her shoulders as he
pounded away, eliciting cries and sobs as he grunted and rode the quaking
elf woman beneath him.

   Laurana's fingers were soaked with her own juices as her copy was forced
to straddle and mount a knight lying on the floor, riding him and
whimpering as she took part in her own violation.  Then Laurana watched as
another knight crouched behind her copy and spread her cheeks, pressing his
cock against her tight star as the elf woman begged for mercy but still did
not beg them to stop.

   Laurana watched as she was filled with cock, a third knight stepping
forward to plunge his cock deep into the copy's moaning mouth, tugging her
hair as he pounded between straining lips.  Then two more knights stepped
forward and her copy was lost behind them, only intermittent shrieks and
moans escaping between the sound of flesh on flesh and the grunts of the
knights.

   Laurana was finally able to sit up again as the knights finished with
her copy, coming inside her and on her, splattering her upturned face with
their seed, more of it leaking out of her used quim and arse.  The copy lay
panting on the floor, eyes closed, breasts rising and falling as she gasped
for breath, splatters of come all over her body, sliding slowly down her
golden skin from the corner's of her mouth and the slopes of her breasts.

   "Your turn, my lady," Gunthar said to Laurana and for a heart stopping
moment she thought they meant to treat her as they had her copy.  But then
she saw them lifting her copy onto her hands and knees and giving her a
rough slap on the ass to move her towards Laurana.

   "Please the lady as well as you have us, and your trial will be
complete," he said to the elf woman shakily crawling towards Laurana.

   Laurana bit her lip again, straightening in her chair and tugging her
robe closed again.  "My lady," her copy moaned as she stopped in front of
the chair, hands reaching out to caress Laurana's bare calves.  Laurana
watched as her own come spattered face kissed her knee and thigh, gently
spreading her unresisting thighs.

   Laurana turned her head but did not pull back or order the illusion
stopped as her copy leaned forward, breath hot against her quim, and began
to slowly lap at her.  Laurana's back arched and she gasped and gripped the
arms of the chair, spreading her thighs and slouching, pushing her quim at
her copy's now eager tongue.

   "Oh, gods, you, you, whore," Laurana moaned, one hand burying itself in
her copy's thick golden mane.  "Filthy slut, filthy whore," she moaned as
she thrust her hips up, grinding herself against her copy's lips.  "Gods,
gods," Laurana moaned, lost in the pleasure of the moment as she screamed
and then came, legs wrapping around her copy's head, both hands buried in
her hair.

   Laurana slid out of the chair onto the floor and found her copy kneeling
by her, slick hands caressing her breasts and then kissing her deeply on
the mouth.  She returned the kiss, lost in blissful oblivion until she
pulled away and staggered to her feet.

   "Did I please you, my lady?" she watched herself say.

   "Yes, yes," Laurana gasped, leaning against the chair and then
staggering towards the bed.  "You did."

   "Congratulations, Lady Kanan," Gunthar said with an audible smirk.  "You
are now a commander.  Perhaps you'll be general soon if you continue to
show such dedication to your advancement."

   "Go away, go away," Laurana muttered as she tumbled onto the bed and
wrapped the covers around her.

   "Were you pleased, mistress?" Evey said as Laurana buried her face in
her pillow and tried to ignore the upwelling of shame and embarassment
within her.

   "Yes, now just, go, turn off the lights and let me sleep," she said in a
muffled voice.

   "As you wish, pleasant dreams," Evey said as the room's lights dimmed,
leaving Laurana alone in the bed with frosty moonlight shimmering through
the windows.