Chapter 112 – Invitation to the Hemlock Room

Linhart was used to performing acts of degradation in front of an audience. His kidnappers had beaten any sense of shame out of him. His weeks of captivity were still so fresh in his mind that he didn’t think twice as he disrobed in front of the team.

“Huuuhh?”

The girls, on the other hand, had never seen his body before. The look on their faces as his green underwear hit the ground betrayed them as a collection of virgins, on top of being an assembly of elite fighters.

“What are you doing?” Blythe demanded, stepping in between him and her sister. “Put your clothes back on quick!”

He smiled and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Relax, Blythe. We’re going to have to get comfortable with each other if we want this mission to succeed. Just treat me like I’m one of the girls.”

He was talking shit. And the evidence was right there. Every girl was thinking the same thing, but it was Ami who voiced it.

“One of the girls… with a huge, hard dick?”

Xenia laughed.

“You can have a dick and still be a strong female. You should try it sometime. Wearing a strap-on can be an empowering experience.”

“...I’ve heard some girls have dicks,” Helen murmured. The group turned to her incredulously, and she grinned, adding, “But not as big as that monster!”

Linhart mentally filed that comment away.

Wasting no time, he gave his captive’s chain a yank and she groaned, following him across the cavern past several hard wooden tables and chairs. Blades, spikes, and shackles adorned them. It was a veritable workout room of torture equipment. But Linhart circumvented them all and stopped at an ancient bed laid out along a wall.

It was little more than a pile of straw with a sheet thrown over it. But as he threw the girl down it seemed to cushion her fall very nicely.

“Look around you, Vivian. You’re going to die down here. You must realize that.”

The girl’s violet eyes, bloodshot and feverish, looked back at him and at the girls that surrounded her with heat. But there was fear there, too, and he would work with that. He still remembered how best to manipulate her.

“But it’s up to you how painful or pleasurable the rest of your life can be.”

He moved to lie down next to her, but hands grabbed him from all sides.

“You can’t!”

“She’s not restrained. She could hurt you.”

The girls held him back. Calling him reckless, and urging him to let them take over. The hands held him tight, but he soundly pushed them off. Someone had used the moment to grab his ass. A small, lecherous squeeze… whose hand was that?

“I don’t need your help with this part. You are here for a purpose, but if you cannot stand back and watch, then you’ll find yourself thrown into a cell alongside this girl!”

The glare he fixed on them and the snap of his voice allowed no further argument. They released him, and watched with agitation as he got to work.

He was going to ‘soften up’ this girl in his own way.

* * * * * * * * *

At first, she had struggled to keep him at arm’s length. But the senior girls stepped up, helping to stretch her legs until she was wide open and ready for him. Utterly without hope, she had squeezed tight, her body fighting him off.

But she stood no chance against the bullying efforts by his team of girls and his invading member.

“Uuuunnnghhh!”

Hours had passed. She was climaxing again. It was happening every minute or two now.

Linhart felt the walls of her pussy close around his dick, as the muscles in her abdomen spasmed uncontrollably. Her nails dug into his back and her legs linked around his hips in an attempt to assert dominance, but it was too late. Her body had grown weak and servile.

He slowed down but didn’t stop waiting for her shaking to pass. He tapped her face firmly and repeated what they’d already learned.

“So, you’re the occupant of the Hemlock Room?”

“Uung!” she grunted affirmatively.

“And the women you work with, Periclum, Wilda, and Bridi. They enter the room only by way of the portal, never via the elevator.”

“Uung!”

She had openly wept when she found out how much of her operation he was aware of. She still didn’t know how much of what he was asking he was already aware of, and he wanted to keep it that way. Let her believe that he knew everything, and he was just testing her honesty.

“And they send you requests, telepathically, whenever they want you to kidnap another fighter boy?”

“Uung!”

“How many boys have you kidnapped so far?”

“Uung…”

“Five?”

He could feel the girls tensing up around him. Altheia’s knuckles cracked noisily, but they held back. Linhart had made it clear that he and Xenia would be the only people to touch the prisoners.

“How did you get the boys from their beds?” Ami asked angrily. “The 8th floor is warded against mage doors and teleports.”

“Nng Uuungg…”

No one could understand that. Linhart picked up that line of questioning.

“Did you enter the 8th floor?”

“Uung!”

“Did you have a boy bring you there?”

“Rrgg.”

“Then you got in by yourself?”

“Uung!”

Linhart realized he was going to have to wait until the next loop, or until find a way to read her mind to find out how she got in. The most important point still remains, and looking down at Vivian’s unfocused eyes rolling around in pleasure, he realized that the time was right to take the next step.

He began to thrust so deep into her that his balls hit her butt, a noisy and wet slapping. His dick kept hitting her womb like a battering ram at the gates of a castle.

“Nungh!... Nungh!... Nungh!”

She was losing consciousness.

“Listen to me, Vivian! Angh… You have two options,” he grunted. The words came out staccato between his attacks.

“Me and my team need invitations to the Hemlock Room. We’re going to get them either way, whether from you or from the Stratega Mage.”

He paused in his attack and held her face, looking deep into her lust-blinded eyes until they focused on him. He knew she could hear him.

“Option one. You can save us some time and invite us all right now, if you do, I’ll fuck you until you pass out and cum inside you. Option two. You don’t invite us. Well, if that happened then I stop fucking you right now, you go back in the cell and wait for Stratega Xenia’s next visit…”

Her mouth, still held open by the O-ring, was like a bear trap waiting to spring. He ran his tongue along the edge of her serrated teeth and watched her eyes bulge with desire.

“So,” he asked again as a drop of his own blood fell from his tongue and into her waiting mouth. “Which one will it be?”

She didn’t even take a moment to think. Her urgent reply came out more distinctive and clear than Linhart thought was possible without a tongue.

“Ohh-Innn Uunn!”

He smiled and resumed his rhythmic pounding. Someone cursed in surprise behind him. He’d been holding back, but it was time to finish up.

* * * * * * * * *

The Stratega Fighter led the way back to the surface. Linhart was thankful that she was there. His mind was so addled by the events of the day and exhausted by the hours he’d spent interrogating the sexy purple-haired prisoner that he couldn’t trust his head to remember the way back up.

With Xenia leading the way, he could relax his mind and let his mind wander. She was still topless, even in the cool, clammy level above, and he followed right behind her the whole way.

“Don’t you think it’s disrespectful to ogle the Stratega’s butt so openly, boss?”

“Not at all, Blythe. It’d be disrespectful not to admire such a gorgeous ass.”

Xenia turned around and fixed him with a she-wolf smile. If they weren’t clamoring through a dungeon at the end of a long day, she would’ve probably jumped on him right there.

But they were both done for the day, and so Xenia saw them off at the infirmary, after gathering the whole team for one final talking to. She showed them all the battered form of Taylor, who Vivian had dumped on the steps of Fighter Hall a mere two days before.

“Remember, the people we are fighting may not seem that different from us, but they are all working for the wizards. Do not turn your back on them. Do not try to reason with them. And do not hesitate, if it comes to kill or die.”

The stars had been out for hours and the moon was halfway across the sky by the time they made it back to the surface. The cool, fresh air of the valley was like a return to normalcy for Linhart but, looking around, the girls were looking anything but normal.

They had seen too much in too short a time. Each of their faces betrayed a deep shock. The way they saw the Academy and life itself had been altered forever.

As they walked back to Fighter Hall, they were each lost in their own thoughts. Ami was the first to speak up.

“I need to know how that bitch got through the wards on Floor 8.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” replied Linhart off-handedly. Something in the way she said it piqued his interest. “Why do you need to know?”

“I come from an old Mage family,” she said. She wasn’t bragging, just stating a fact. “We created and maintained all the enchantments, wards, and runes throughout Fighter Hall for generations. It’s kind of why I chose to be a Fighter in the first place. To be close to the Hall.”

“Wow,” Linhart said, admiringly, “You’re a lot more serious than I took you for.”

Ami looked away suddenly. He couldn’t be sure, in the pale moonlight, but he thought her face was flushed.

“It’s not safe for you on the 8th floor anymore. At least until we capture those other mages,” rumbled Altheia, “Do you have a safe place to stay tonight?”

Before he could answer, a chorus rose up around him.

“He can stay with me!”

Helen, Nyx, Ami… Gods, even Blythe was offering him a place to stay.”

“Thank you for your offers,” he responded politely, “But I do have a safe place to stay. I promised to visit some friends of mine on the second floor.”

Another silence formed, though this one was cold and jealous. This time it was Nyx who broke it.

“Soo… You just fuck any girl then?...”

The other girls rushed to defend him, but he didn’t want to hear it.

“Yes! I like sex and I wouldn’t mind having sex with any of you.”

The air filled with a new and eager tension. They were just approaching the front entrance to Fighter’s Hall, and he could sense that the girls all wanted to ask the same thing… How about right now?

“...But I think it’s best that we focus on the mission right now. Sex is just going to weaken our resolve, so I ask that all of you abstain until the mission is complete.”

“Of course,” agreed Altheia.

“Does that mean no masturbating as well?” asked Ami.

“Yes, we need to keep sharp!” said Nyx.

The conversation halted as the seniors exchanged words with another senior fighter who then unlocked the doors to Fighter Hall, allowing them to enter well after the allowed time. When they reached the main stairwell and as they climbed to the second floor, Linhart spoke to the group once more.

“Thank you team! Let’s meet again at the midday meal and discuss our training from here.”

They all wished each other good night. More than one girl looked conflicted, standing unmoving on the second floor landing, as Linhart left them behind and turned a corner.

The day had gone well, but he was exhausted. He hoped to the Gods that the twins had left their door open.

“Chloe’s a heavy sleeper,” he said to himself, fighting off exhaustion. “I’ll just climb into bed with Zoey and sort it out in the morning.”

When he reached the door at the end of the hall, he tried the knob. His heart lifted, as the knob turned and the door opened noiselessly. He stepped inside.

A gust of air flowed by him. As he quietly shut the door behind him, the curtains billowed in the bright moonlight, and he could see the figure of Zoey lying asleep in her bed.

Looking across the room to the shadowy corner near the entrance to the shower, he couldn’t make out Chloe’s form. Was she hidden under the covers? Why did her bed look empty?

He took a few steps, bare feet creaking on hard wood floors. The bed was definitely empty.

His heart nearly leapt out of his ribcage, as a high, teasing voice spoke from right behind him. The words were bossy and full of accusation.

“You’re late.”

She must’ve been hiding behind the door.

Linhart spun around to find that the diminutive blond, Chloe, was standing right behind him. Her cute pajamas and ponytail made her appear child-like in the dim light. But the glint in her eye was as lusty and domineering as ever. She smirked and stepped towards him.

“You kept me waiting. So you deserve to be punished.”