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Gems of Chaos part two

I am doing this kind of Dnd/Warhammer game while my players are in a state of hypnosis. I decided to right about the adventure in the game. A big thanks to Kim helping me since English is not my first language.

Arriving at the temple, Elia felt a familiar adrenaline rush course through her veins. It was her favorite part about missions, they always got her going. Curious, she peeked out of the window of her carriage. There were many people wearing animal shaped masks, slowly making their way into the temple. As her ride pulled up to the doors, she stepped out as gracefully as she could muster and made her way in, following the others. The temple was like nothing she had seen before. Instead of the drab, rocky interior she expected, the walls were covered in colorful paintings and cloths. Most of the furniture appeared to be golden,"Well that's quite a sight!" Elia thought. Around her, the people did not seem to linger on the lavishness of the decor. Monks in purple robes walked among the crowd offering potent drink and exquisite foods,"For you, madame". A monk handed a wine glass to Elia. She could sense something was off with the man, but she didn't know what. He seemed to be lost in space, his pupils dilated. Smiling politely, Elia took the glass, "Thank you". Did you thank servants? Did you shoo them away after? She didn't know. However, Elia knew that keeping on her task would be fairly difficult should she drink the contents of that wine glass. She resigned herself not to drink any of it, despite her curiosity. Resurfacing from her thoughts, she noticed the monk was still there staring at her with his dopey smile. Elia faked taking a sip and nodded,"Mmmmm, very... nice". This seemed to please the monk. With a quick bow, he disappeared as fast as he had come, leaving her alone to dump the contents of her glass into the nearest plant.   Elia noticed that the mood in the hall was rapidly changing,"Probably from the drink.." she thought to herself. Things were going from solemn to giddy. People began to kiss each other fervently, laughing all the while. She couldn't help but wonder why this place was called a temple. The term did not seem to fit the description of the ongoings within its walls. It felt as if she had stepped into the biggest brothel that she had ever seen. While a bit surprised, Elia was pleased that her mission might lead to even more interesting events than she had anticipated. As she looked around herself, two people stumbled into her, too deep into the throws of passion to notice her presence. The energy of the room was tense, hot and heavy. Noticing that everyone else had gotten their hands and eyes busy, Elia took her leave and headed towards the ceremony room. It was difficult to tear her eyes away from the debauchery but she had a job to finish. Elia slipped passed many obscene acts, hands up skirts and dresses slowly being left behind. It wasn't too difficult to find the ceremony room as clothes littered the path towards it. Creeping closer she started to make out the sounds of men and women moaning alike. Loud whipping sounds followed by whimpers echoed far into the hall. Unsure of what to expect, she walked into the ceremony room and realized that she was clearly overdressed for the occasion. Everyone had rid themselves of their garments on their way to the room or at its entrance. There was only flesh and masks left. The smell of semen, maiden oil and fury hit Elia all at once as she took in the scene. Men, women and queer folk were pilled up on one an other, exchanging fluids, biting and scratching each other to their heart's content. The altar she was looking for loomed in the distance shaped like a pillory. On the altar laid a light skinned woman, red hair cascading down off the edge. She was bound by rope, her mouth forced open for the man that stood next to her. The man, which Elia could only assume was the Grand Priest, held the lady's head as he forced his member down her throat.  He scanned the room as his partner gagged, observing his disciples at play with a smug grin. His eyes laid on the uncertain but fascinated guests that had begun to gather around Elia at the entrance, "Come my friends. We are all welcome here as we are born." She didn't need to be told twice. She had to fit in if she was going to make it past everyone which meant her clothes had to come off as well. Laying in a pile of its own, her clothes awaited her return as she dove into the throng. As she moved forward towards the altar, people shoved, groped and slipped their fingers into her well of pleasure. It was becoming difficult to go by unnoticed as groups of people attempted to drag her off for a bit of fun. For a moment she let herself get distracted by the wonderfully raw sensuality. Manhoods brushed up against her face, looking for a warm mouth to slip into while ripe and juicy peaches glided against her own mound. After some moments of pleasure, she managed to slip off again towards her goal. The closer Elia got to the altar, the more it grew difficult to decline such easy distractions. Her juices ran down her legs, as her fingers played with her little pearl. "Why not have a bit of fun on the job anyways?" she thought outloud, staring at the orgy around her. "Your job little missy is to open up for me to take a pissy, hehehe", someone in an elephant's mask had overhead her mutterings and grabbed her, pushing her against the wall. He unleashed a hot stream of urine onto her, moaning at the amazing feeling of release. Elia let out a noise of surprise, but found herself to be enjoying the feeling of it all. More people came to grope her, but she managed to take her leave claiming she wanted the giraffe masked queer for herself. The elephant man spanked her as she left, "Good luck lassy, they're a tough one to nab".  "Alright alright... Come on Elia... fun time is over" she muttered to herself as she shook her head to keep her bearings. An arm wrapped around her waist and slowly pushed her towards the altar. When Elia turned to look at the mask which adorned this particular guests she was surprised to see that this lady in particular, was not wearing one. "You are invited to the altar by the Great Sir himself. Please, follow me." Feeling as though she had no choice, she went along with the priestess not knowing to expect. Elia's thoughts raced. Was she caught? Did someone warn the Priest? Oh, how that lady had a lovely rump... No wait but how would they have found out about her plan? Will the priest take her next? Did Weasel set her up? Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the altar getting closer. The High Priest himself looking down upon her, "Welcome my child". His voice was as thick and sweet as honey, "Would you care to join us?" He gestured towards the lady on the altar that struggled against her bindings. Without waiting for a reply, the priestess offered what appeared to be a chastity belt with a phallic shape fastened onto it.  Unsure what her next move should be, Elia offered her body to the priestess to receive some assistance with the device. The priestess understood and got to work, gently caressing Elia's already wet mound. In one swift motion, the device slipped into her and was fastned on, securing phallic shape tightly in place. It was as if she had her very own manhood. A sly smile appeared on Elia's face. The Priest held his hand out towards her, helping her up onto the altar and behind the red haired lady. That's when she saw it. The gem. Her eyes grow as big as saucers and she felt herself lose control over her body. Her hands gripped the lady's hips tightly as the phallus she wore slammed into the slave's ass. As if possessed, she forcefully mounted the girl and thrust into her repeatedly. The high priest, erect and ready, stared into Elia's eyes as he filled the red haired girl's mouth with his member once again, saliva dripping off her chin. It all felt so real. It felt as though her body was the one of a man and for a brief moment, Elia let her mind focus on the immense pleasure she was feeling. She abused the slave, slapping her firm cheeks and drawing blood with her nails. Time flew as she experienced something like never before. Waves of pleasure irradiated  from deep inside herself, making her body quiver. A clumsy group of pleasure seekers knocked over a vase nearby, the sound snapping her back to reality. Weasel. The job. The gem! In a flash, she gained control back of her body and made her move. Looking deep into the High Priest's eyes, she could see that he was lost in the haze of his acts. She daringly reached for his throat, pulling him closely into an embrace, feeling him melt in her mouth. Her other hand sneakily reached over towards the gem and pulled it free of its resting place. Fingers grasping it, mouth on his, she realized there wasn't many places to store the gem. Vagina stuffed, no pockets in sight, Priestess' gaze back on her, she did what she must to get out of there alive and successful. While appearing to play with her own buttocks, Elia slipped the gem inside of herself feeling pretty happy with her little plan. However, the feeling of smug success soured quickly as her body began to shake. Fluids rushed out of her, soaking the apparatus between her legs as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. The room grew instantly quiet, pausing all activity to stare lustfully at her. Like a hoard of zombies, the patrons began to stumble towards her, feeling her skin, looking for her holes, begging, screaming, licking, moaning... Before she could even make a move, the priestess pinned her down and threw her juicy peach onto her mouth, forcing her in place. Nothing could be done. All she could do was ride the wave. Elia's fluids squirted out of her again as the priestess unleashed a full bladder onto Elia's face. Hands groped her from all sides as she slowly drowned in the sea of people, deep in trance. After this moment, everything became a blur until her consciousness left her. Elia came to underneath a pile of naked cultists. Everything hurt. Unsure if she held the gem in her possession still, she extracted herself painfully from the sticky pile of bodies. To her advantage, everyone remained asleep which made gathering her outfit and leaving the premises but a simple task. As she crossed the hall, she tentatively reached inside herself to double check the location of the purple gem,"Wasn't that deep... maybe someone found me out!, Elia's mind was racing again. Weasel was going to have it out for her if she didn't follow through with her mission. She pushed her fingers in deeper and came up with nothing to show for. No amount of improvised archaeological digging would find that gem. It simply was no longer there. Elia rested against a stone wall, feeling woozy from pain, exertion and now, worry. Thoughts of leaving town, making a new life elsewhere were swirling around in her head, mixed with terrible fantasies that had never plagued her before. It made her stomach ache and feel uncomfortably warm. That's when she noticed a soft, purple glow peeking through her dress. Elia looked around, making sure she was alone before cautiously lifting her dress up to investigate. Her navel was pulsing with purple light, slowly but steadily. She yanked the dress back down, looking distressed. Her head pounding and spinning, she swore under her breath,"  Oh no. Fuck my life!

[hypnomencien]

I am doing this kind of Dnd/Warhammer game while my players are in a state of hypnosis. I decided to right about the adventure in the game. There will be kinky and sexual content in the next chapter. A big thanks to Kim helping me since English is not my first language. Elia was woken up by the sounds of the patrons on the next floor down. Her mind was clouded by sleep and she was nursing a hangover.  Elia did not yet realize where she was.  She grabbed what she did recognize as an almost empty bottle of wine and promptly polished it off. She spotted the mirror and the antique dressers from the night before. Elia began to remember having rented a room at the Bronze Buck Inn.  She slipped out of bed in the clothes she wore the night before. She took a quick sniff at herself to determine her level of hygiene and gagged. She was more than overdue for a bath. Items from the guests last night lay strewn on the ground, masterless. A lonely boot and glove did look familiar. Could it belong to the bard she met yesterday? Elia's head began to spin. It didn't really matter.

 Elia stumbled over to the wash bin. To her delight, the water was still warm. She was not able to relax much, the water cooled down too quickly.  Despite her time in the bath being cut short, she felt clean. She dressed herself and equipped her two daggers, her stomach growling. The prospect of food made her salivate and the smell of it pushed her down the stairs. The owner of the establishment, a squat dwarf by the name of Ergald Bluntguard sat at the bar. 

He grined slyly, "Rough night?" he asked teasingly.  

Elia took a seat, determined to get some food in her stomach before she set off promptly. She glared, wondering who talked to others this early. Breakfast was served without her even needing to ask. Eggs and salted pork, served with a creamy ale. "The good stuff," she thought as she took a gulp.  Ignoring her presence, Ergald went back to rambling about the excellence of his dwarven beer. When offered a tester cup, Elia politely declined the sample very well knowing she could not handle that particular strength of brew this morning. Her stomach churned at the thought. 

His boasting became like white noise as she finished up her breakfast

"Oh Elia! Almost forgot! Three nasty type folks came lookin' fer yeh this morn. I reckon they were not lookin' to give yeh flowers." Ergald had taken her out of her thoughts. She shrugged, keeping her composure. Her mind on the other hand, was racing. What kind of trouble had she gotten into now. These long nights sometimes ended with a couple of people wanting to settle a debt with her, but what had happened this time? She did not know. After poking and prodding Ergald's brain for more information, she decided to hit the town, conveniently going in the opposite direction that the men had went.

The downtown market was hustling and bustling. With so many people to eavesdrop on, finding out more information should be a breeze. 

A wife and her husband shopped, "There was an attack outside of Nightguard. No one knows what happened..." the man shook his head, cursing the town guards for being so ineffective. 

Elia slipped past the couple, missing the end of their conversation on the matter. She settled down near two street entertainers. After collecting some coins from passers by, they discussed the latest on-goings around town.

"I heard there's a cult"

"Yeah we know. There's more than one friend."

"No you goof, a new cult. Exclusive it is. Only nobles and merchants can join."

"The rich! Pah! Always be having fun leaving us to fend for ourselves."

"Bastards are called The Prince of Purple light. Self discovery and happiness is their goal."

"Bunch of fancy pants I bet you."

Elia snuck away, having received the information she was looking for. Sounded like an interesting place to cause a ruckus... From the corner of her eye, Elia spotted a man that appeared to be following her. She knew better than to go back to the tavern now. Elia discreetly drew one of her daggers and hid it up her sleeve. The goon was closing in on her. Would she turn back and run past him? Or go down the eerie alley? Her options were few. She chose to rush towards the thug, attempting to slip by between his legs. In simultaneous surprise, the duo tripped each other and Elia's face stamped itself onto the thug's crotch. She looked up tentatively with an awkward smile. He met her gaze with fierce eyes. Fierce, but not hostile. The ground disappeared under her momentarily as he picked her up by the shoulder. 

"Rob is looking for you Elia."

Trying to look calm and unimpressed, she rolled her eyes. But she knew exactly who he was talking about. Rob. Rob The Weasel. Rob the dirty, sneaky and deadly weasel. Leader of the local thieves guild. Elia had completed a few contracts for him in the past. 

Still being held in the thug's grip, she nodded, "Yeah Yeah absolutely! Absolutely. Let me just go back to the Bronze buck to grab a few necessities I will go directly to him." said Elia. 

"No I don't think that will be possible. We. Are. Going. Now." The intensity with which those words were said extinguished her hopes of a quick getaway. A part of her was growing more and more curious as time passed. What on earth would The Weasel want with her anyways? 

A firm hand remaining on her shoulder, she moved forwards towards the Guild's HQ. Straight to The Weasel's office they went, and there he sat. Rob was a wiry man, with a cunning face and inquisitive eyes. The nickname Weasel suited him perfectly. He was a leader in every way. Charismatic, intense and clever. He greeted her in his usual fashion. Elia let out a sigh of relief. 

"Elia! Elia, Elia... Elia. You don't write, you don't visit. And my oh my, you're so elusive that I must send my best men to fetch you for a simple chat. I must say, I'm hurt." Rob frowned.

 "Well I came as soon as I heard you were looking for me" explained Elia, matter of factly.  

"Of course you did." Rob smiled comfortingly, but his eyes remained cold and serious. "Well enough banter, I have a job for you. I'm sure a fine rogue like you has heard of the Cult of the Purple Light by now. They aren't concealing their activities very well."

She nodded once, "Yes, I have caught wind of their activities."

"Excellent. I do not know how much you have heard, but... on their altar sits this marvelous purple gem. I already have a buyer lined up for the piece. They are willing to pay their weight in gold to catch as much as a glimpse of its beauty. Of course he will pay twice that for full ownership of it." He looked at her intensely. She knew that if she chose to accept this mission, there was no margin of error. She mustn't fail. 

She snapped out of her thoughts as he went on , "And of course... using my own men isn't quite an option. Everyone knows they work for me and those fanatics would be the end of me."

"Sounds dangerous. It will cost you a pretty penny to hire me..."

"Of course! Of course!" Rob looked overly offended. How could she even think he would be cheap with her? "I would reward you handsomely, of course. Some even in advance, to help you prepare for their next event. A masked ball. While you don't come off to me as... the classiest lady I've ever met, I'm sure you will be more successful in this mission then my men would be."

Elia glared at him and crossed her arms.. "If you're done insulting me now, I'd appreciate more information on the task at hand. I'll do it."

He grinned, his smile looking slimy but genuine, "Excellent. I knew I could count on you and your greed." He undressed her with his eyes and licked his lips, "Yes. You will do perfectly. You will fit in a crowd of nobles with the right outfit I'm sure. Do not forget to wear a mask to cover your... beautiful face"

Disgusted, she held her hand out, demanding her early payment so she could get out of here sooner than later. The thug that had dragged her to the Thieves Guild came out of the shadows of Rob's office to drop a heavy sack of coins in the palm of her hand. 

"Consider it done." She nodded and left.

Once out of the HQ, she smiled and patted herself on the back. The negotiation went better than she had expected, and those Purple cultists had peeked her curiosity. The sack of coins weighed heavily in her pocket but she knew some of it would go towards buying a gown and a mask for the evenings events. After an afternoon spent trying on multiple dresses and masks, she found one that would easily trick anyone into believing her disguise as a Dutchess. Ladylikeness or not. She went back to her room at the Bronze Buck to prepare, slipping a few coins to Ergald with simple instructions to have a cart ready for tonight. After what seemed like ages, she was ready. Dressed up, pampered and pretty, with her dagger strapped to her thigh. Elia cloaked herself to conceal the gown and took her leave riding in the cart that was prepared for her.