Trading Cards

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event.

I started with the Geekiest thing I could think of, Magic The Gathering, but that game doesn't seem sexy to me, so I made the trading cards the players naked bits. That was better, but powering the game with orgasms and making the point to collect other players cards so that they will help you fulfill sexual fantasies put it over the top.

The first scene is transgender sex between a magically modifed player and the narrator, but it moves on to lesbian, group, anal, exhibitionism and light bondage. There is also implied mention of guys getting other guys semen on them, if that is a trigger for you.

My thanks to chloetzang for organizing this event as well as bassytian and unadulterable for proofreading.

Enjoy!

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Trading Cards

Part one: Starting the game

I was in my room studying when there was a knock on my door, "Rosalynne! It's me, Andrea. Let me in!" She sounded weird, like maybe she had a cold.

I opened the door and someone slipped inside my room, but it was not Andrea. His jet black hair matched Andrea's although it was a guys' shorter cut. The guy looked like her brother, except that Andrea does not have a brother; I've met her whole family. He was wearing her clothes but they did not fit his trim athletic male body.

"Rosalynne, someone must have finished a set of my cards!" Whoever this was sounded so excited!

Cards? Oh my! Maybe this was Andrea! "Already? Who did it?"

Andrea, or maybe Andre for now, said "I don't know! But they must have been collecting since I started, right? And look what they did to me! This is going to be so much fun!"

Andrea dropped her pants and pulled her shirt up, revealing the muscular abdomen of a male athlete, and a fairly large, mostly hard penis. Holding her shirt up with one hand she waggled her dick up and down with the other, and it finished getting hard. It wasn't the biggest I had seen while working in the clinics but it was a little bigger than any I had personal experience with.

Andrea shook her head, "It was hard to run over here with this big thing in my pants!"

I smiled at Andrea as I drunk in her temporary new male body, "That's what guys always say."

"Yeah but now I know it's true! So, what do you say?" It was really weird to see someone who looked so much like my friend, who was my friend, as a guy. He grinned at me with such a sexy smile.

"What do I say about what?"

"Do you want to try it out? I could be like this for a couple of days before whoever completed the set calls for me..."

I glanced at the book I had been reading, and back at my now very sexy male friend. I started undressing, "That sounds like a great idea!"

I've been at the University for almost four years, studying healing. Like most I apprenticed with my family when I was growing up but came here for advanced training, and to be exposed to new experiences and techniques. That was the usual way of it for all of the colleges of the University, be it the scholars, the wizards, the bards or the military cadets. We almost all started training at home then would finish here with a strong interweaving of disciplines. Of course most of the attendees at the University are from the upper classes, the peasants have to use their children's labor on their farms and businesses so those kids don't have the chance at enough schooling to be able to pass the entrance exams. The University is challenging and demanding in its own ways, but it isn't hard like the lives of the peasants. We at least never have to worry about where our next meals are coming from if the growing season is bad.

In addition to the primary goal of educating our future leaders, a secondary goal of the University is to make sure that people from all over the country mix together outside of their usual social circles. Most of the classes for each discipline are separate for obvious reasons, but there are certain basic classes like history, math and languages where the colleges mix. I met most of my friends in the other colleges in those first classes, or in the cafeteria. Everyone mixes in the cafeteria.

The dorms are not mixed between colleges because our schedules tend to be dissimilar. Students in the military college in particular start their days at ungodly hours. That doesn't mean that the different colleges don't mix in the dorms, but that is usually unorganized, and usually happens after dark. Most of the dorm rooms are really small cells with barely enough room for a bed, a desk and some storage.

Andrea and I quickly got naked. We've been naked together before, when swimming in the river, or bathing or whatever, but this is the first time she has been in that sexy male version of her body. She is a super sexy guy, with tanned skin and muscles on her muscles. His muscles? Whatever. Andrea laughed, "This is so weird, I've seen you naked lots of times, but this time you seem way sexier to me! You are so attractive, and oh so curvy!"

"Well, thanks, sexy! I guess that means whoever finished your cards is probably also a woman, right? If they were a guy they wouldn't have nudged your preferences, right?"

"I'll find out soon, I hope!" Andrea started reaching toward my breasts, but slowly stopped and a look of confusion spread across her face.

"Oh, No! I can't touch you sexually! You aren't playing the game!" Andrea looked so sad, and continued speaking, "I forgot, once a set has been activated the player can only be active with other people playing the game."

"I've been planning to start playing anyway; can you deal me into the game?" I really had been thinking about joining in, I wasn't just joining to get Andrea-as-a-man to fuck me.

"Oh, yay!" Andrea turned around and bent at the waist to reach into a pocket in her discarded clothes. I took the time to admire her newly male ass; it was all tight and muscular. Her girl ass always attracted a lot of attention from people who like girl butts, but this male ass looked much better to me.

Andrea pulled nothing out of the pocket, but as she turned toward me I could see her magical deck of cards had appeared. She sorted through and selected seven of them, placing the rest of the deck on my desk and turned back to me with the cards fanned out. "If you want to play the game, pick a card!"

I selected the card all the way to my left and pulled it out. I glanced briefly at Andrea's smiling male face, which was still so weird, and looked back down at the card I had selected. Except it wasn't a card any more, it was a packet of cards wrapped in a magic seal.

"OK, if you open those cards you are bound by the magic until such time as you destroy your deck. Do you still want to play?" Even I, with my very limited magical awareness, could feel the magical power gathering. I grinned and ripped the packet of cards open. As the wrapper dissolved into confetti I felt the magical enchantment wash over and through me, making subtle changes immediately. I obviously can't tell, physically, that I just became warded against pregnancy and sexual diseases, but those are the major benefits of joining the game. The other, of course, is the promise of lots of hedonistic sex.

Andrea-man slipped in close and slid her hand around my back to rest lightly on my far hip. "What did you get?"

Most of the cards were pretty boring, just arms and hands or legs and feet. I also got three special cards. One was of Andrea's feet. When I first looked at the card it was just a plain image of bare legs and feet, but as soon as I looked at the image the card changed and Andrea's name appeared on the top.

"Hey that's the start of your first collection! Are you going to try to collect me?"

"Of course I will, Andrea, I want to try both versions of you!" That was a weird thing for me to say, I had never been sexually interested in girl-Andrea before. Maybe the game was already influencing me, too?

Everyone knows about the game, if you collect all the cards from another player's set, you get to claim a sexual favor from them, which is what had just happened to Andrea. Although she didn't yet know who had been collecting her cards she would soon feel the tug of their call. Once someone collects a complete set of cards they've got three days to claim your favor or the magical offer expires, as do any cosmetic changes the collector chose.

The second special card was of some guys' broad shoulders and ass, they looked super yummy. Based on the musculature he is probably one of the military cadets. I hope I can figure out who he is! Those guys are supposed to be really good with the sexing since they are so athletically active.

The third special card was shiny and had a really attractive girl back and butt. I didn't recognize it, of course, but as soon as I looked at the image the card changed and my full name, Rosalynne Lewin, appeared on it! It was my own super sexy girl butt!

"Oh, Rosalynne I didn't know you like butt stuff!" Apparently cards that are shiny indicate something special about the player.

I blushed because as far as I know I don't like butt stuff, I've never even tried that, but the game seemed to indicate I would like it. With the disease resistance that comes with playing this game, though, now is the time to find out!

"Ahh, is that something you want to try? I'm game if you are." I breathed into Andrea's neck as he is standing so close, and they smell so good. Like the flowers she usually smells like, but with a strong manly musk. So hot.

"I just want to play with you first." Andrea whispered as she tickled my cheek with one hand and nuzzled into my neck, kissing it gently. She had to bend over to kiss my neck, even though she isn't usually taller than me. Her other hand traced up and down my back, sending shivers everywhere.

I was running my hands all over Andrea's muscular body as well, until I grabbed onto her penis. It was thicker and heavier than any that I had ever held before. It must have softened a little since she first waggled it up and down in front of me since it wasn't completely hard when I started stroking it. Her dick quickly finished firming up as I stroked it.

We stood there next to my bed for a while kissing and touching one another, it was lovely. Eventually Andrea took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. As she broke the kiss she stared into my eyes and asked, "Can you go down on me while I stand here? I want to know why the guys like it so much while standing."

I started kissing my way down Andrea's sculpted man-chest and abdomen, "As you wish, my Prince!" As I sank to my knees I got to her hard penis and I started kissing and stroking it, then I licked around the head. Andrea moaned and I looked up at her lovely manly face; when I made eye contact I saw her nostrils flair. "Oh, that's why." She looked at me with such lust and desire that it made me smile.

Andrea stroked my hair, "You are beautiful, and that feels so good. You look so good with me in your mouth!"

I've given lots of guy's oral satisfaction since you can't get pregnant that way, so I know what most guys like and I made sure to do all of it to Andrea. I even licked her balls, since whoever fantasized this form for her made them almost hairless. Andrea was standing with her feet apart and her hands moving between twisting into my hair, or in tight fists on her hips. Toward the end when I was forcing myself all the way down to the root I had my hands on her muscular ass for extra leverage. She threw her head back as she got close, but as she started Cumming she looked back into my eyes and moaned out, "Oh my god Rosie! Ughh. Yes."

The look on her face as she shot into me made the discomfort at the top of my throat worth it. I kept just a bit of her semen in my mouth as I kissed my way back up her body, and when I got to her lips I invaded her with my tongue and gave her back that little bit of her cum. She was still breathing hard from her orgasm as she sucked it off my tongue.

"Oh, that was spectacular! You were so beautiful!" I've never had a real guy gush so lovingly after getting them off, so this must be Andrea's normal girl reaction.

I smiled at Andrea, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, how about you return the favor while you recharge?"Andrea's temporary body wasn't a complete construct; her dick had softened after her orgasm like a normal guy. I've heard of other set completion favors that had the guy not going soft between orgasms. Those guys often looked beat up and exhausted the next day, but I never heard any of them, or their partners, complain about being constantly ready.

Andrea led me backward to the bed and as I sat on the edge she made her way down my body like I had with her. She spent a lot more time than I had running her fingertips all over everywhere, gently touching everything. It was different from when normal guys do it; she was more focused on the journey that would lead her between my legs, rather than hurrying to get there. I relaxed back onto my bed and let her play with me. Like a normal guy she did spend a fair amount of time licking and kissing my breasts and nipples before going further down. She also seemed to enjoy running her fingers through my pubic hair. My thin brown bush must feel different compared to her kinky black hair.

Once she did find her way to my vagina, though, she knew just what to do. She brought me close to the edge a couple of times with just her lips and tongue before pushing me over the edge with two fingers at once. I watched her play with me with a smile, but I lost track of her lovely manly face when I started convulsing in orgasm.

When I came back to the mortal plane and opened my eyes Andrea's face was just a few inches above me. She had crawled her way up the bed and was now holding herself above me. Once she saw my eyes open she lowered her weight onto me and started kissing me. "I like feeling my lover's weight on me, do you?"

I grabbed ahold of Andrea and squeezed her with my arms and legs, "I love it!"

My movements to hug Andrea had adjusted our bodies so that her penis was lined up with my vagina, and I could feel her poking me. She asked, "Do you need a minute?"

I grabbed her head and started kissing her, "No, go ahead, I'm ready."

Andrea used one hand to direct her penis into me, sliding it up and down my slit to get the head lubricated and then she entered with slow short strokes. It felt so good to be slowly stretched open. I knew her man-dick was longer than any I had taken before, but I couldn't really tell that while she was fucking me. I could tell that it was bigger around than any other; not a lot bigger, just a wonderful stretchy amount bigger.

Andrea fucked differently than the guys I have had previously. She alternated between long slow full length strokes and short fast strokes at different depths. I especially liked the short fast strokes when she was almost all the way inside because those mashed my clit really nicely.

I watched her face as she moved inside me; the play of emotions as she worked toward her release was wonderful. The look of joy, awe, pleasure and whatever her eyes rolling back in her head meant all alternated as she moaned in pleasure. I moaned with her as she drove me to the edge, and then took us both over. I felt her man-dick pulse inside me as she released her essence.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and I turned briefly and saw both of our decks on my desk. Andrea's deck appears about two inches thick since she has been playing for a while, but I saw it get a little taller as a new pack appeared on top of it. There were now two unopened packs on top of each deck; I got one for getting Andrea off orally, and she got one for getting me off. Then we each got another for giving the other an orgasm while fucking. If Andrea hadn't gone down on me and gotten me off before we fucked she would have only gotten one pack, the game is geared toward everyone's enjoyment, so you get cards for giving orgasms. The only way to get more than two packs from one lover in the same day is for one of the partners to get or give an orgasm to someone else.

Everyone at the college knows about the game, and after a certain age most people choose to play for a while, the magic doesn't allow anyone underage to join. And once you leave the game by destroying your deck you can't join again. The whole game evolved from a relationship between a wizard and a healer, they were playing around with magic and sex, and things got out of hand. Eventually they brought other people into the game, and those people brought even more players in. And as more people joined, the game got more and more complicated.

The most common cards are images of the players' hands and feet or arms and legs. Slightly less common are cards depicting the players back and ass or their chest and genitals. The rarest cards are those that show a player's face. Those are so rare in part because you need them to finish a set, but also because they make the players really easy to identify. Normally new cards are not identified, they are anonymous. Once you see the part of the body depicted on a card you own bare and uncovered on the player all of their cards you own become labeled with their name. That is why faces are so valuable, they let you easily identify the player and by extension all other cards in that players' set. Hands work too, since people rarely wear gloves. It is often super obvious when new players join the game because they wander around the cafeteria with their decks in hand checking out everyone else's hands. Everyone calls that trolling for players, but really it is just asking for sex partners.

Andrea and I cuddled and snuggled for a few minutes, but then she got up and grabbed her deck. I reached out to have her hand me my deck but she said, "You will have to get it yourself, the magic doesn't allow anyone else to touch our decks."

"Oh, right!" I grabbed the two new packs and ripped them open, laughing as I tossed the wrappings into the air. As the wrappings left my hand they dissolved into magical glitter that disappeared before it could hit the ground. The magic of these cards and decks is nothing less than miraculous. The wizards don't even understand how everything works.

I mostly just got more hands and feet, although I did get a nice full frontal guy, but none of my new cards were for me or Andrea, so none of them were labeled. I did, however, get a face card. It was for an older man, somewhere in his forties maybe, but he didn't look well. He was pale, dirty and unshaven, and on his right wrist there was a manacle and a short bit of chain. That was odd because usually the images on the cards were stylized to be attractive. He was attractive for an older guy, I guess, but I had never heard of anyone wearing chains or looking unattractively dirty in the images. Unkempt in a sexy way, certainly, but this was different. The only thing attractive about him was his piercing grey eyes.

"Andrea, do you know who this is?" I showed her the face card, and she looked at it closely.

"No, but he does look vaguely familiar. But why is he dirty? That doesn't look like the usual style for the cards."

"Yeah, I haven't seen many cards, but I didn't think so either." I was looking at Andrea and watched as her penis suddenly got hard. I looked up into her eyes to see that they were a little glazed over.

When her eyes cleared she glanced down at her hard dick and smiled, "Well, I'm off to the scholar's quarter! I still can't tell who is calling me, but I know where she is. And that she is a she. And that she wants me now!"

Andrea was pulling on her clothes hurriedly, "Sorry to fuck and run, but I've got to go! I'll tell you all about it as soon as I can!"

Part two: Collecting Cards, the easy way

The next morning I got up earlier than usual and took extra care in my appearance. I took an extra long bath and put my hair into my nicest healer braid, including some extra beads and adornments. Being a healer I've got access to cosmetics that most people don't have access to, but I didn't go that far. Just having my deck in plain view was going to attract plenty of attention.

I spent the whole day with my deck in hand, or on the desk next to me, and I was checking out everyone's hands constantly. If I got lucky I would be able to identify the owner of the shoulders and ass or maybe the full frontal, but in order for that to happen I would have to also have one of their hands and arms cards. It was super obvious to all the other players that I was advertising for sex partners. Actually, it was super obvious to everyone, even if they weren't players, that I was advertising for sex partners. My table at lunch was much more popular than usual.

During the last class of the day my favorite teacher, Muriel, smiled at me when she saw my deck. "So you decided to live a little before leaving us? Good for you, Rosalynne!"

I blushed a little that this woman old enough to be my mother knew that I was planning on having lots of sex in the next several months, maybe even the next few days.

Muriel's grin widened, "Don't be embarrassed, dear. Back in my day I was one of the first few dozen players. I think my playing even influenced the game, the sexually transmitted disease resistance started when I was active. I like to think I encouraged that evolution of the game."

"I'm glad of that, too! Even with the pregnancy ward I would be concerned about the disease downsides of being active among all these other horny fuckers."

Muriel was always one of the happiest women I knew, so the soft look of hurt surprised me.

"Yes, the pregnancy ward seemed like a good idea at the time. That was everyone's influence at the same time, I think, and it has been good for the game."

She still looked sad so I asked, "It seems like there is a "but" in there somewhere."

"Yes, but I wish my husband, Alton, had been able to give me a baby before he disappeared, so I would still have a piece of him. We had been married for less than six months when he disappeared and we thought joining the game was a good idea. We would be safe to explore each other, and others, for a while before we settled down to start our family."

I wrapped Muriel in a big hug, "I'm so sorry, what happened to him?"

"He was hired as a healer with a caravan going over the mountains into Ginimrie just before the war started. The whole caravan disappeared; we found out after the war that they were massacred just over the border. I lost interest in the game shortly thereafter and destroyed my deck."

"The war with Ginimrie was almost twenty years ago! You've had nobody in your life since then?"

Muriel sighed, "I've had lovers, but none of them can compete with Alton. I'm still in love with him, and it wasn't fair to the others. We used each other for pleasure, occasionally, but it was never more than that for me. I knew it was over with each of them when I started seeing Alton's grey eyes looking at me from their faces while we were making love."

It was a shock, of course, but I've never known anyone with grey eyes.

"Grey eyes?"

Muriel chuckled, "Yeah, it is a family trait; his father had the same eyes. We hoped our children would as well."

It was a long shot, but could it be? I cut my deck and brought the face card to the top.

"Muriel? Do you know who this is?" I showed her the image, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be Alton, or not, but it was. After barely glancing at the image she tried to grab it from my hands, but couldn't actually touch it. The card was in my deck, not Muriel's.

"Oh my God! Alton! He's still alive! After all this time!" Muriel grabbed the hand holding my deck and pressed her face into it, crying.

There are several ways to remove cards from the game. One way is to complete a set and request a sexual favor or fantasy; all the cards used to complete the set disappear when combined into an actual physical card of the player whose set was completed. Some people collect those physical cards. Cards in play are also removed from the game when someone leaves the game by symbolically ripping their deck in half.

And cards disappear on the death of the player.

The fact that Alton's card had showed up in my deck meant that he was still alive. Still alive after all this time. And based on how he looked, he was being held captive somewhere.

After a few minutes Muriel calmed down. She was holding my hand with her left hand while stroking my palm with her right. She was really stroking Alton's image, but I could feel her fingertips on my palm. I shooed the other people still in the classroom away. They looked concerned for Muriel but did leave us alone.

Once Muriel calmed down enough to remember where she was, she looked up at me with such sadness in her face. "He is still alive after all this time. After all this time."

I glanced at the card, and it had changed. The image was different; Alton's piercing sad eyes now showed a glimmer of hope. Also, it was now labeled as "Alton, Muriel's Husband." That was different. Normally the player holding the card has to see the player whose card it is in order for the card to update. And the name usually updates to the person's full name. I flipped to my card, and then to Andrea's. They both had our first and last names on them.

I put my five labeled cards down on the desk. Five because it turns out that I was able to identify the sexy soldiers' back because I also had a card of his hands and had seen Lewis, and his hands, at lunch.

"Muriel? Why is Alton's card different?"

"What do you mean?"

"That isn't his real name, and the image doesn't have the same style as my other cards." Muriel looked at the cards closely.

"His card looks like I remember the cards looking; these new ones are an updated style." She thought for a moment and continued, "I remember someone saying something about the cards changing when several artists were dealt into the game, but that was a long time ago. I do know about the name, though. When we started everyone knew one another, and we named the cards whatever we wanted when we identified the player. As the game expanded there were a couple of trouble players who used fake names and tricked some people to do things they didn't intend to do. When enough players got upset about that the game corrected itself to use people's legal names, not the name the cardholder gave them."

I asked, "But why did his image change the way it did?"

"What do you mean?" She again looked closely at the card.

"When I first saw the card Dalton looked beaten and heartbroken. I don't know him, obviously, but look at him now. Look at his eyes! Can you see the look of hope?"

"Hope? No, this is how his eyes always look."

I smiled gently at Muriel, "No, his eyes changed. He must know something has changed, maybe that someone has his face card!"

Muriel suddenly looked incredibly guilty, and started to cry again, "Oh no! I destroyed my deck! I know he had a couple of my cards, he must think I died! I didn't have any of his cards; I didn't know he was still alive!"

I hugged Muriel again, "It's ok, and we will figure this out."

I put Alton's card down on the desk face up so that I couldn't accidentally destroy it and pulled seven different cards out of my very meager deck as I said, "I want to give you Alton's card." I fanned the cards out for Muriel and offered them to her, and said the magic words, "If you want to play the game, pick a card!"

Muriel's face lit up, and she eagerly reached for a card, only to have her fingers pass through them. Then her face fell, "Thanks for offering, but you can't rejoin the game once you destroy your deck."

"Rosalynne, you've given me hope, I'm going to talk with the other original players to see if they have any ideas for how we can find, and save, Alton." Muriel hurried off as I collected my things and made my way to the cafeteria. I already had a plan for how to save Alton, but first I needed more cards.

As I approached my usual table I saw Andrea sitting there as her woman-self with another black-haired young woman. Andrea smiled and motioned to me as I approached so that her new friend turned and looked at me as well. I recognized Emily right away, although as a scholar she has never been in any of my classes. Unlike many of the rest of us she normally wore loose fitting clothing and rarely seemed to take care of her appearance. In fact, if I had been asked who might be playing the game, I would never have thought to suggest her name. I had never even heard rumors of her sexual shenanigans.

She looked different today, though. Emily and Andrea both looked like they had gotten very little sleep last night, but Emily was smiling and jumped up and hugged me. Her hair was better styled than I had ever seen her, and her clothes were much more revealing than normal, with more cleavage visible. She looked extra girly in her flowing black skirt.

"So Andrea tells me you took advantage of her before I got the chance to last night!" She was smiling as she said it, so I knew she wasn't upset.

I laughed too, "I sure did, but you two look like you were busy last night."

Andrea joined in, "And twice today since I changed back."

Surprised, I asked, "Really? Are you switching sides?"

They looked into one another's eyes and grinned, "Well, for now let's just say we are exploring all our options."

"Well good for both of you. But if you aren't too tired I could use your help. I want cards, a lot of cards."

I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder and I turned to look up into soldier cadet Lewis's sexy brown eyes and smiling face. "I would love to help you with that project."

I ran my hand up Lewis's body and pulled his head down toward me for a kiss. I loved the feel of his short cropped hair between my fingers. "That would be great. But I need more than what just you could give me."

I heard Andrea gasp, and I saw Lewis's eyes widen in surprise. Lewis looked back to the table where his friends were sitting. He said with a grin, "I could put as many men on the project as you want."

It was what I wanted, but I was a little embarrassed to hear it said out loud like that. Blushing a little I glanced at Andrea and Emily. They were both grinning as well. Emily asked, "How about girls? I know a couple who would love to help you out. That is part of how I got so many cards so quickly. A three girl daisy chain can go for hours!"

I felt my face flush even redder at that suggestion. "Ah, maybe not tonight?"

Emily laughed, "No worries, Andrea and I will help you keep the soldier boys in line, won't we?"

Still laughing at my embarrassment Andrea said, "Anything for you, Rosie!"

I hadn't really eaten anything, but somehow I was now too excited to be hungry. I asked Lewis, "Do you know where my room is? Can you meet me there in an hour?"

"Yeah, I can find it. But seriously, how many guys do you want?"

I glanced at Emily and she was holding up all ten fingers, while Andrea was "only" holding up five, and she used her other hand to cover five of Emily's fingers. "Ah, five? Plus you? Hopefully I can do that many."

Emily, who it turns out, had always secretly been a massively horny slut, made sure I used the bathroom on the way to my room. "You don't want to have to stop in the middle once the action gets rolling."

"Are you speaking from experience? Have you ever done this before?"

"No, I've only ever done two at a time, but this is a topic I'm interested in, so I've done a lot of... research." Emily bit down on the tip of her pointer finger after saying "research."

"Research? What kind of research could you do?"

"Well, a lot of oral trading of stories, of course, but some long term players have been archivists who have taken extensive notes. Those are always worth a read."

We had stepped into my room, and it was already crowded with three of us. Adding in the soldiers would make it even more crowded. Suddenly unsure of myself I asked, "Umm, how do you think we should do this?"

Andrea and Emily exchanged smiles and stepped in close to me and started touching me all over. Andrea lowered her voice to a sexy whisper and said, "First, let's get you naked and warmed up. Then when the guys get here we will figure out how to bring them in one or two at a time."

Andrea kissed me, then Emily kissed me, and then Andrea kissed me again. All the while they were running their hands over my body, pulling at the ties and closures that held my skirt and blouse on. I was touching them everywhere, too, until Emily held my hands above my head, still caught in my sleeves. She was only holding my hands up with one hand, so I could have easily released myself, but the feeling of being helpless in their loving grasp was delicious. Also, I didn't want to disturb her other hand that had found her way into my underwear and was slowly sliding around my sex. Emily kept kissing me while she held and massaged me.

Andrea finished undressing me, and it felt a little weird to be naked with two fully clothed women playing with me. Weird, but very sexy. It was even sexier when they both bent over and started licking and sucking on my nipples. Emily asked, "Do you want your hands free?"

I shook my hands out of my blouse and grabbed their heads and mashed them back into my breasts. "This time, yes."

They played with my breasts and nipples for a few minutes, making me hotter and hotter. Eventually they laid me back onto my bed and Emily went down on me. The bed was small for two people, and it was much too crowded for three. Andrea was kneeling at the head of the bed kissing and caressing me while I lay diagonally with my right leg hanging off the bed and my left leg on Emily's shoulder while she kneeled on the floor. Andrea-as-a-guy had been good the night before, but Emily was even better. She was clearly much more experienced. I was so excited I came almost as soon as she started and then again a few minutes later.

"Wait, wait!" I gasped out as I came down from the second orgasm. "I'm supposed to be giving orgasms to get cards!"

Andrea kissed me on the nose, "With six guys coming over to run a caravan through you? You'll give them plenty of orgasms."

Emily, with her mouth still on my sex, hummed, "Mmm, hmm." It felt so good.

"But, if you want you can practice some girl time with me while we wait for the men." Andrea changed position from kneeling near my head to straddling my face. She spread her long skirt out and covered my head and upper body with it, plunging me into darkness with her vagina mashing down onto my mouth. Luckily I didn't really need to see what I was doing, but I did bring my hands up to grab her ass. I had noticed the scent of my own arousal many times while having sex, but this was the first time I was able to pay attention to the scent of another woman. Andrea was so wet and excited, and being trapped under her skirt amplified everything.

Emily was continuing to play with me, and I imitated what she was doing on Andrea. "Oh! You are good at that Rosie!" I was using my lips on her clit as my nose probed against her opening.

"Mmm, hmm." I was nowhere near as skilled as Emily, but Andrea was super turned on, so my hummed response directly onto her clit set her off. Andrea collapsed onto my body in what would have been a sixty nine position if Emily had not still been gently teasing me. Andrea put all her weight onto me, and it felt so good.

After a moment Andrea rolled off the bed and sat on the floor smiling at me. Emily started crawling up onto the bed with me, grinning. "Do you want to play with me, too? Or do you want a rest?"

I grabbed Emily by wrapping my arms and legs around her and squeezing her tight. It wasn't the same as it had been with Andrea-as-a-guy last night, but it was nice. I ran my tongue around her lips as I kissed her, tasting myself on her skin. "Turn around so I can do you, too."

Once again my head was covered, this time with Emily's skirt. I may have to try out blindfolded sex sometime soon, because I liked not really being able to see anything. Emily kept herself a little elevated above my face so it was easier to get my fingers involved. I was able to rub her clit while I tongued her opening, sliding inside an inch or so each time. Meanwhile Emily had two fingers inside me and was mashing my clit with the palm of her hand.

I was able to get Emily off first, since she hadn't come as recently as I had, and I felt her sit up on the bed as she came back. She was still straddling my face, and working away at my vagina, when I heard a knock on the door. I tried to get up, but Emily's weight was holding me down, and with her fingers in me I didn't really try very hard. I heard the door open just as I started to cum, and as I was convulsing I heard Andrea say, "Hi Lewis, come on in. The rest of you wait in the hall, ok."

I didn't hear the door close until after I came back to earth. The next day I heard from my neighbor across the hall, Katelyn, that she and the guys in the hall had watched me orgasming. When I was done Emily rolled off of me and I looked up at Lewis, who was already partially undressed.

"That looked so good, but I wish I had been able to see your orgasm face!"

I was still catching my breath as I said, "You will get plenty of chances for that, don't worry!"

Lewis finished disrobing, apparently unconcerned by the two fully clothed women in the room with us. "How do you want to do this? Serial lovemaking where we all try to get you off before we let loose? Or do you want to play the caravan whore and just let us blast off as fast as we can?" He was stroking his fully erect cock as he devoured my naked body with his eyes.

I heard Emily let out a little moan, and I was pretty sure her answer would be the same as mine. "Don't worry about me; I'm sure I'll get plenty of orgasms. Just make sure you and the other guys keep coming back as many times as they want."

Andrea cleared her throat, and I glanced at her and saw a look of concern. "As long as Andrea says I'm still good to fuck." That seemed to relieve a little of her concern and she nodded and smiled at me.

Lewis crawled onto the bed on top of me and started running the tip of his penis up and down the folds of my vagina. I was well lubricated, and Emily had stretched me out a little with her fingers already so he was able to start sliding in without too much effort. Once he was fully seated he started stroking his dick in and out while kissing me. He seemed a little surprised at the girl juice on my face, but didn't seem to mind. "Rosie, will we be able to do this again when you aren't in such a hurry? You feel so good and I want to take my time with you."

I started throwing my hips up at him, encouraging him to go harder, and faster. "Oh, yes, you feel so good to me, too! I will want you to come back all the time!"

Although I had told Lewis just to rail me and get off as fast as possible he did make it a point to wait until after I started Cumming before starting to shoot his essence into me. He kept kissing me the whole time we both came.

He crushed me to the bed for a moment before Emily tapped him on the shoulder, "OK big guy, time to let the next rider have a turn." Lewis gave me another quick peck on the lips before rolling off and starting to get dressed.

Emily said to Andrea, "We should bring in two this time, that way we've always got one in the saddle while the other is getting ready. And on the second time through we might need to help the guys get ready."

This time it was Andrea's turn to moan. I guess she liked the idea of getting guys all hot and bothered.

I just lay on the bed naked while Lewis left and two new guys came in. I also saw several other people peeking into my room as I lay there with my legs splayed open, a couple of them were my neighbors but others were not. I recognized the new guys, but didn't know their names.

Emily said, "Ok, strip off. Whoever is ready first gets to go next."

I don't know if the soldiers train to remove their clothes, but these two guys got naked so quickly it was like their clothes disappeared. All the soldiers look about the same, trim muscular bodies with short cropped hair. But they are different, not that the penis differences would be helpful when I run into these guys in the cafeteria tomorrow.

"Ok, you first. What is your name?" Honestly they were both rock hard, so either one could have been first. I just picked the guy with the slightly smaller penis.

"Daniel, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you." That well bred young man actually shook my hand before crawling on top of me!

"Oh, Daniel, it's a pleasure to meet you, as well! And it will be more of a pleasure for both of us in a moment. Just go ahead and get started! Don't worry about me!"

He did worry a little bit, though; he slid into me gently. I was so wet and worked up that he easily slid into me all the way on that first stroke. "Oh, Daniel!"

I started stroking and kissing his face with my hands while repeating his name. I wanted to remember all of these guys' names. I also think it turned him on a lot that I kept repeating his name as he pounded into me. As he started to cum I wrapped myself around him and hugged as tightly as I could as I moaned out his name one last time.

While the other guy, Cameron, took his turn Daniel left the room and another guy came in and undressed. I heard him talking to Andrea and Emily, but I couldn't tell what was being said because I was really distracted. Daniel had warmed me up, and Cameron got me over the top, which also got him over the top. Guys really like it when you yell out their name as you orgasm.

The latest guy was someone I knew pretty well, Luther. He was also naked in front of the two fully clothed women and didn't seem concerned, although his penis was only somewhat hard. I know Luther because he is in one of the classes I help teach. I started to cover myself before I realized that he had already seen me completely naked, and heard me moaning out Cameron's name. Probably the other guys in the hallway had heard me, too. I couldn't help but blush a little, but given that I was already a little red from orgasming I don't think he realized it.

Luther grinned shyly at me, "Hello, Ms Rosalynne."

Andrea was grinning, "Luther here says he wasn't planning to play the game until he found out you needed help. Would you like to deal him in?" Luther was the only soldier in the room. Emily hadn't let anyone else in when Cameron had left.

As I stood up naked in front of Luther I remembered that he is from a fairly conservative family, and that he had mentioned something about honoring his parents. "Luther? Are you sure? I thought you were waiting?"

Luther blushed and glanced at Emily and Andrea. "I was saving myself for the right woman. And you are the right woman." He blushed a little at admitting in front of my friends that he was still a virgin.

I hugged him quickly, and his semi hard dick poked me in the stomach, "But like this? Don't you want it to be special?"

"I've wanted you since the day I met you, this will be good. And maybe we can build from here."

Andrea giggled, "That is two who want to come back for more, and this one hasn't even had a ride yet!"

I picked up my deck and sorted out seven cards, making sure that Alton wasn't among them. I spread the seven cards out face down and offered them to Luther, "If you want to play the game, pick a card!"

Luther grinned and pulled out the middle card, and I watched as he turned it over in his hand. I did not see the single card turn into a pack of cards, but it did. "OK, if you open those cards you are bound by the magic until such time as you destroy your deck. Do you still want to play?"

Luther ripped open the cards and tossed the wrapper into the air over my bed. We watched the glitter fall. Luther did not even look at his cards before placing them on the corner of my desk and offering me his hand. I took it and pulled him in close for a kiss, "Do you know what to do?"

Luther shrugged, and blushed again. "Mostly. Insert penis into vagina and stroke in and out. How hard can it be?"

I reached out and started stroking his dick; it still wasn't completely hard. "Close enough, we will figure it out." I led him to my bed and pushed him down.

Emily said, "We can help!" I felt Luther tense up a little.

"No way! He is all mine!" Luther relaxed, but I didn't want to completely keep my new lady lovers out of the loop so I put Luther's feet at the head of the bed and his head toward the door. That way my ass was facing toward them. "You ladies can just watch!"

Since Luther still wasn't completely hard I knew I would have to help so I started stroking and licking his dick. While doing so I made sure that my butt waggled at my girlfriends. As I mentioned, the room is really tiny so even standing against the door Andrea and Emily could have easily reached over and touched my ass. Neither one did, though.

It didn't take long for Luther to firm up, and once he was ready I rotated around and straddled him, facing the door. I reached between my legs and grabbed Luther's dick aiming it at my opening. I gently impaled myself and started rocking back and forth. Andrea and Emily were watching closely, and hugging each other tightly. While I fucked Luther they made out with one another while watching us. I alternated between watching Luther and stealing glances at the girls. At first I kept my left hand on his chest for balance and rubbed my chest with my right. Luther just lay there with his hands at his sides until I reached down and pulled his hands to my breasts. It felt even better when he was touching me.

"Oh that feels so good, Luther! Like that! Thrust up into me. Oh, Luther!" I might have been a little more vocal than necessary since I knew we had an audience in the hall. I was no longer rocking back and forth, but had started bouncing up and down on Luther's hard dick.

I was clutching Luther's hands as he squeezed my breasts and thrust up into me, once or twice almost tossing me off of him before we got into a good rhythm together. "Oh yes Luther, yes! Yes! Harder, yes!"

As I felt Luther start to orgasm I threw my head back and moaned through my own orgasm. I let go of his hands and rubbed my own hands up and down my body, my skin was so sensitive I felt electric.

I opened my eyes and looked at Andrea only to see that she had opened the door again and the crowd of people in the hallway was watching me come down from my orgasm. I sighed, rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. Sure they all knew what I was doing, but she didn't have to let them watch, right? Oh well, it did give a little extra thrill.

As I got off Luther I asked, "Are you going to open the door every time I orgasm?" Giggling, Andrea pulled the next guy into the room and closed the door.

"No, not every time. Only when you are putting on a particularly good show!"

I kissed Luther, "Thanks for that, you were terrific."

Luther blushed and said, "I'll get better, too."

Emily was helping the next guy get naked and Andrea started helping Luther get dressed.

The new naked guy stepped closer to me and also shook my hand, "Hello Ms Rosalynne, my name is Adrian."

"Hello Adrian, do I know you? You look familiar." I pulled him onto the bed on top of me.

"Probably not, but I know you. When Renee got the news that her mother had died you comforted her." That had been tragic; Renee's mom had died after a carriage accident. She has been devastated and left the school for several weeks to help with her family.

Adrian was propped on one arm while using his opposite hand to line himself up, "How is she doing now?"

As he slid himself in and started slowly stroking he said, "Good, I think. She's back on track with everything here. And her family is doing ok; they hired a wet nurse for her baby sister and a housekeeper for everything else."

"I'm glad. Tell her that I'm glad she is doing better, ok?" I was starting to get into the sex by throwing my hips up at him.

"I'll let her know as soon as you are done with us. She told me to meet her in her room afterward." The whole conversation had been distracting from the sex, but that comment really threw me off.

"What?"

Adrian kept stroking as he grinned down at me, "Yeah, we were together when Lewis invited me and she wants all the juicy details. In fact she ordered me to come fuck your brains out."

Oh, my, will everyone on campus know about my sex life? Probably, I guess a six man gangbang was bound to attract attention. But I'm doing it for a good cause.

"Well, ok then. Umm, this is nice and all, but it's not really fucking my brains out."

"We've been talking; I didn't want to distract you. Are you ready to really get started?"

"Yes, Adrian, fuck me good." Adrian grinned down at me as he spread my legs and placed them onto his shoulders, practically folding me in half.

"As you wish, Ms Rosalynne." He then moved his hands to my shoulders and crushed me down onto the bed as he started pumping faster and harder.

"Ahhh!" I've never been fucked so fast by a real penis before; he was going faster than I usually was able to go with my toy. He had all of his weight on his toes and on his hands that were holding me pinned to the bed. He was taking almost full length strokes, and only just barely bumping my clit at the top of each stroke. I was trying to thrust up at him, but he was in control enough to avoid my thrusts so the contact was fast, but surprisingly gentle.

"Fuck me harder Adrian! Fuck me harder!"

"As you wish." His strokes slowed down, but he started thrusting in just a little more so that each stroke crushed my clit and it was glorious. It felt like he was transferring all his weight directly onto my sex again and again. I hadn't expected another orgasm so quickly, but it crashed over me and I felt Adrian tense up at the bottom of a stroke and stop moving. I could feel him pumping inside of me as I contracted around him.

"Oh, Adrian, yes!"

Adrian smiled down at me as he wiped a sheen of sweat off his forehead. He helped me unfold as I caught my breath. As I lay on my bed catching my breath I blew a puff of air up my face to blow an errant clump of hair away.

Adrian asked, "So what should I tell Renee?"

I was a little confused at first, "Oh, right. Mission accomplished, soldier." I gave him a very sloppy non-regulation salute while laying flat on my back with a silly grin plastered across my face. He returned a proper salute, even though he was completely naked. I heard Andrea and Emily giggle.

I was staring at the ceiling when another naked soldier approached the bed. "Are you ok? Are you good for another round?"

I looked up at the handsome naked man and smiled. He looked like he was concerned for me. His hard dick also looked like he really wanted to fuck me. I reached for his hand lazily and pulled him toward me. "Oh, I'm good for you, lover. Come here and take me."

As he crawled on top of me I looked toward Andrea, Emily and Adrian. "Andrea, six is too many to go twice. This guy will be my last for now." I pulled him in for a kiss.

"And what is your name, sexy?"

"My name is Caleb, Ms Rosalynne. It's a pleasure to meet you." He kissed me back as he slid into my cum-soaked vagina.

He felt really good as he fucked me, but I didn't have the energy to help much. I was hot, sweaty and tired. He could tell something was off and slowed down a little. He raised himself up onto his hands and toes as he slowly pumped in and out. It was really surreal to only have contact with him though my vagina so I lifted my hands to trace along his sides.

"Ms Rosalynne, you are super sexy when you are all sweaty like this, but are you sure you want to keep going?"

"Yes Caleb, I'm not used to this much activity and I'm all flushed by the orgasms your friends have been giving me."

Andrea appeared by my side. "Would it be better if you were on your hands and knees? It would be cooler for you, for certain."

"Sure, that sounds nice."

Caleb withdrew and pulled me toward the foot of the bed, helping me to my hands and knees before going around behind and climbing back onto the bed. I lowered my head to the bed and Andrea stroked my hair out of my face. With my head turned to the side I looked past her at Emily smiling with her hand on my door latch.

I sucked in a breath as Caleb reinserted himself. I laughed softly as I asked Andrea, "You are planning to open the door again, aren't you?"

"Only if you orgasm again. Is that ok?"

I laughed gently as I started rocking back into Caleb. "Caleb is doing a good job, but I don't think I'll get there again."

Andrea grinned at Caleb, "Oh, he will get you there, won't you sweetie?"

"I'll do my best, ma'am." His best was pretty good, he was caressing my butt as he stroked gently in and out of my sex. The thought of having my orgasm exposed again was adding a little extra heat to my loins.

Andrea kissed the corner of my mouth; since I was face down that was as much as she could reach. She then kissed her way across my cheek and started nibbling on my ear, which was very nice. At the same time she ran a hand under my body and back to my sex where she started stroking my clit. Caleb had grabbed onto my hips and was starting to fuck faster and deeper.

"Oh, yes Caleb, like that!" Still on my knees I half turned to my side and put my right hand on my own ass, stroking my ass cheek gently. Turning like that gave Andrea access to my mouth and she started fully kissing me and running her tongue across my lips.

Between Andrea's gentle kisses, my own gentle caresses, and Caleb and Andrea's attention on my vagina and clit I fairly quickly built back toward another orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, fuck yes!"

Andrea could tell I was getting close so she stopped kissing me but continued to stroke my clit. "When you start to cum, move up on your hands and look at the door. Emily will open it for you. Everyone will watch you orgasm again!"

The thought of everyone in the hallway seeing me orgasming took me over the edge so I pushed myself up onto my hands and looked at the doorway. As Emily opened the door I yelled out, "Fuck yes Caleb, I'm Cumming! I'm Cumming!"

I felt Caleb start to ejaculate just as Emily opened the door, my eyes started rolling back in my head but I couldn't understand what I was seeing. It wasn't the crowd of soldiers and my neighbors that I was expecting. There were just two people standing there, Muriel and the Arch Wizard Norman Mikha. Norman's eyes drew me to them and I orgasmed while staring into the eyes of the oldest man in existence.

I felt Caleb shuddering behind me as his orgasm broke his fucking rhythm, and I was shuddering through my own massive orgasm but I couldn't break eye contact with Norman. He had a very pleased grin on his face as he watched me fall apart and then slowly put myself back together.

Norman might not really be the oldest man in existence, but if rumors were true he was well over seventy five years old, and that is very old in a country where men rarely live to be sixty. The wrinkles around his eyes seemed more like laughter wrinkles than age wrinkles, and although his skin was old, it was mostly unblemished. He was still fit and trim, with no stoop in his posture.

Norman motioned to Andrea and Emily to leave my room. As they left he said, "Wait out here with the soldiers." He then stepped into my room with Muriel and said, "That looked like a lot of fun, young lady! And young man, of course. You, sir, may wait in the hall with the others while I speak with Rosalynne."

I am sure Caleb is normally a very confident and caring young man, but he fell over himself scrambling for his clothes as he left my room. He dropped his boots twice and ended up kicking one into the hallway just to get out of the room.

Norman continued speaking as he closed the door behind Caleb, "I am, of course, very happy to speak to you while you are naked and shining with that post orgasmic glow, but if you would feel more comfortable I can turn around while you get dressed."

I motioned for him to turn around, and the arch wizard of the University did as I told him. I was only a little embarrassed to be naked in front of him given that he had just watched my soul come apart during my latest orgasm, but I didn't want him to watch as I wiped the semen from six different lovers from between my legs. Muriel, with a barely suppressed grin, helped me clean myself and then helped me get dressed. I am certain that I have never dressed so quickly in my life.

Muriel cleared her throat and Norman turned, "All dressed? Excellent! May I see Alton's card, please?"

I blinked at Norman. Of course, that is why he was here. He started the game, he was the original player.

"Oh, of course!" Since my skirt didn't have any pockets I tugged open the top drawer of my desk, pulled out my deck and brought Alton's card to the top. I showed it to Norman and he bent over to look at it closely.

"Remarkable! I agree with your assessment Rosalynne, he is clearly being held somewhere. And you say the look on his face changed when Muriel named him for you?"

"Oh, yes, sir. When I first saw the card last night he looked broken and sad. When Muriel told me it was Alton the title appeared and the look on his face turned to one of hope. Can you see it?"

Norman smiled, "Yes, I can see the look of hope, but he always looked like that so I wouldn't have recognized the change just looking at the card now."

Norman glanced into the drawer and saw the pile of new packs of cards. "Eight packs? You have had a busy evening. Why do you need so many? Not that collecting the packs themselves isn't rewarding enough on its own."

"I need to collect at least one complete set of Alton's cards."

"Of course, but actually fucking for them is a very slow way to get the number of cards you would need. Each pack has about a one percent chance of having one specific player's card in it depending on how many people are playing when the pack is generated. Presently there are about a hundred and twenty five players. And if you are unlucky enough to only ever get hands or feet you have to have twelve to combine them together to get a complete set. That means you would have to give around 1200 orgasms in order to collect a complete set. Less than that, really, because sometimes you get the rarer cards."

I gasped, "But that is too many! I'll never be able to do that!" I looked at Muriel, but she didn't look worried, she looked happy. Why happy?

Muriel said "Your plan was to sex your way to a complete set of Alton's cards? That is amazing, thank you!" She even laughed a little.

"But other people have done it! Emily did it to get with Andrea!" I still didn't understand why she could be happy.

Norman was also grinning, "Sure, collecting the cards yourself is very rewarding, but most people trade for the cards they want. Of course sometimes negotiating for specific cards leads to new packs, too."

"You can trade for cards?" I guess I hadn't been paying enough attention to how people play the game, just that the players were having lots of sex.

Norman pulled his deck out of his sleeve, and pulled a card from the top. "Of course and in fact I want to give you this one for the sheer pleasure of watching your lovely orgasm when I arrived."

I took the card, of course, but blushed a little as I realized that he was sort of paying me for the show I put on. The card was just of unnamed hands though, the most common sort of card in anyone's deck. So I guess the show wasn't that spectacular, which was a different kind of embarrassing.

"Rosalynne, look at me." I looked up at Norman and watched as he pulled off the tight fitting gloves he always wore in public. He then pointed back at the card he had given me.

I gasped as the card was now labeled Arch Wizard Norman Mikha. He had given me one of his own cards, and then showed me his hands so that I would be able to recognize any of his other cards. Since he was never seen in public without gloves that was quite an honor. I blushed again because I realized that he must have really liked the show.

"Oh my, Thank You!"

"As I said, it was my pleasure to watch you orgasm. Now, why do you want to complete Alton's set of cards? You clearly have a plan or you wouldn't have been trying so hard to collect them." He motions to the packets of cards and I start opening them. I just drop the wrappers now; I don't feel inclined to shower the Arch Wizard with glitter.

I glanced at Muriel and then back at Norman. "Since Muriel told me who Alton was earlier today and I realized that he was being held prisoner somewhere I have developed a very intense sexual fantasy of being rescued from my own captivity by a handsome older man who himself had just escaped from captivity. I'm thinking the magic of the cards can give him the ability to transform into a bat so he can easily escape from wherever he is being held."

Muriel gasped and Norman raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That is a surprisingly good idea."

I nodded, "My only concern is if he will keep his own mind during the transformation. I've heard stories of people being transformed into beasts like Minotaurs, Mermaids and cat people, and those kept their normal minds but those are all human sized and shaped."

Muriel said, "Yeah, people keep their own minds regardless of their shape. Those same assholes that caused the game to change to include real names are responsible for that. They transformed a couple of players into really dumb versions of themselves and took advantage of them."

Norman added, "The game can tweak a person's sexual interests to match that of whoever has completed a set of cards, but only so far. And anyone can quit at any time to escape the call of the cards."

I quickly shuffled through my new cards and was disappointed to not find any of Alton. I did, however, get a backside card for Norman, which I showed Muriel first and we both giggled before showing it to Norman. He laughed as he spread part of his deck out on my desk. The portion of the deck that he showed me was all unlabeled cards. It really was an impressive number of cards. He had five of Alton's cards, and one of Andrea. It was a good one, too, the frontal card.

I pointed to the cards I wanted and he slid them out of his deck onto my desk, but I couldn't pick them up. "I'll trade these to you for any of my cards that you get in the future, one for one."

"Agreed." I slid the cards into my hand and into my deck.

I handed Norman his backside card. "This is worth four of the Alton cards I just gave you, so you still owe me two. Who is the girl? Someone you know?"

"Andrea, she was the one touching me when you came in."

"Oh, well she is lovely in person, too. Does she or any of these guys know why you are collecting cards?"

I thought back and realized that in the rush to set up my card collection party I hadn't actually explained to Andrea or Emily why I wanted the cards. "Umm, no? I didn't actually explain why I wanted the cards."

Norman nodded, "Don't tell anyone yet. We don't know who is holding him, or why. It will be enough to let people know that you are collecting old cards. Let's see how many your friends can give you."

Norman led me into the hallway where I saw my recent lovers standing at attention against the wall. Even Caleb was now fully dressed and standing at attention. Andrea, Emily and my neighbor across the hall, Katelyn, were in her room and they all looked nervous. The soldiers all looked stone faced and impassive.

When Norman realized that the soldiers were at attention he said, "At ease gentleman. I'm not in your chain of command; you don't have to obey my orders. I just wanted you to wait here while I spoke with Rosalynne, in case she wanted to continue her party. I'm sorry to interrupt your evening."

Norman and Muriel wandered away, arm in arm, discussing their own times playing the game back in the day. Andrea and Emily rushed out of Katelyn's room, "Oh my god Rosie, I'm so sorry, that must have been mortifying! I can't imagine Cumming in front of the Arch Wizard."

I love slapped Andrea's shoulder and laughed. Then I called out to Caleb, "How are you doing over there Caleb? That must have been a shock for you, too."

Caleb had lowered his head and was looking at the floor, and he said with a very, very, sad voice, "I may never get hard again." If I hadn't been able to see the sly grin on his face I might have been concerned. Instead I stepped over to him, grabbed hold of his groin through his pants and pulled his head to me with my free hand.

Then I licked his earlobe and said out loud, "Are you sure about that?"

Caleb's head popped up with a wide grin. He wrapped his arms around me in a quick embrace and kissed my cheek, "Nope, all good now, thanks! Are you ready to go again?"

I laughed and shook my head, "No. No, no, no, no, no, nope. I'm done for the day. All that is left for me tonight is to trade for cards. Does anyone want to trade with me?"

With the Arch Wizard and the head medical instructor gone the tension in the hall lessened and everyone started chatting and joking. I traded cards with everyone except for Luther, he didn't have any cards I needed, and he wasn't collecting any yet. I got three more Alton, two more Norman and another Andrea. I had to promise Adrian a blowjob for Andrea's card, but I wanted to do that anyway so it wasn't a hardship.

When I looked at other peoples trading cards those from players that were named in my deck appeared named to me, but not to their holder. I assume the same was true the other way around since the soldiers, and the three women, traded for my cards that were not named in my deck. They couldn't tell who I was collecting, but they could tell I was collecting older cards, and older people.

Lewis asked, "Why are you collecting old cards? Do you have daddy issues?"

Andrea asked, "Or are you trying to get to one of our teachers? Oh! Oh! Are you collecting the Arch Wizard?"

I blushed and shook my head, "I'm not going to tell you who I'm collecting!"

Lewis said quietly and pretended to cough as he said, "Arch Wizard."

"Stop it, I'm not trying to collect a set of the Arch Wizard, I just want old cards."

Emily laughed and grinned at me, "I don't believe you, I saw the look on your face as he watched you orgasm in front of him; I think you are into the Arch Wizard. But, if you are interested in old cards you should talk to the Archivist Samuel. He collects old cards, or cards that people haven't been able to identify."

Lewis nodded, "That's true. He always asks around when people are graduating to see if they are giving up the game and he buys or trades for their whole decks. He's been doing that for years."

"OK, I'll talk to him tomorrow. But it's late now, and you guys should all be on your way." I gave all the soldiers a goodbye kiss and hug and promised to hook up with them again, although not all at the same time. Katelyn returned to her room, and Andrea and Natalie accompanied me to the bathroom since my legs were still a little wobbly.

Before returning to my room I hugged and kissed Andrea and Emily as well. "Thanks for making tonight so memorable. Maybe next time we can make Emily the center of attention?"

Emily moaned and grinned at Andrea. "That does sound super sexy."

Part Three: Collecting Cards, the slightly easier way

I didn't have classes the next morning so after another long soaking bath I was able to find Archivist Samuel's office. Samuel was somewhere in his mid thirties and so would have started playing years after Alton had gone missing. Samuel wouldn't be able to identify any of Alton's cards.

We had never met, but I knew Samuel from campus. There aren't that many instructors compared to students. "Hello Samuel, my name is Rosalynne Lewin and I've come to trade cards."

"Hello Rosalynne, you look familiar, but I didn't know you were playing the game." I had my hair up in the healer braid again, but this time without any adornment, so he could certainly tell what I did.

"I just started two days ago, Emily finished my friend Andrea's set and turned her into a guy. I had to join to try her man-dick out."

Samuel laughed, "That is a good reason to join the game! How is it going?"

I decided to try flirting with Samuel by saying, "It started off with a bang, and has been great so far."

Samuel's eyes widened, "Oh, was that you last night? All the players are talking about it!"

I rolled my eyes, "Well shit, I should have known to be more discrete."

"Discrete? While playing this game? Everyone knows that if you have a deck you are looking for recreational sex. Maybe not six guys at a time, though!"

I laughed, "Six guys after warming up with two women!"

Samuel laughed, "Oh, you lusty wench! You are a welcome addition to the game!" He pulled his deck out and started spreading out cards, face up.

"So, what are you looking for? Some more cards for your soldiers? Some for your girlfriends, maybe?" As he spread out the cards some of the stacks had only a couple cards some looked to be ten or fifteen cards high. The deck in his hand never seemed to get smaller as he spread out the piles of cards.

"No, I'm looking for old cards. From players before you even started playing."

"Really?" He started bringing the stacks back into his deck and again it didn't get any bigger.

"Yes. Do you have old cards?"

"Sure, but there isn't much of a market for them with anyone but me. Nobody really collects those cards anymore. They are usually for people who are no longer playing, but who never bothered to destroy their decks." He was starting to spread out piles of cards.

One of the first piles was just a few of Arch Wizard Norman's cards. Samuel was watching me as he put them down and I think he could tell that I could tell whose cards they were. I didn't necessarily want those, though. The fifth pile of cards were the ones I wanted, it was about an inch tall pile of cards.

"Those are the ones I want."

"Really? Not these ones?" He pointed to Norman's small pile.

"I want those, too, but only to give to Norman. I want the other ones."

"Norman? So he was actually there last night? I assumed that was an exaggeration. He must have shown you his hands for you to be able to identify his cards. That says quite a bit about you. You continue to surprise me." He started pulling the extra piles of cards back into his deck, leaving out only Norman and Alton's cards.

Then he pulled out another small pile of Alton's rarer cards.

"I'll give you all of these, but I want something from you." He ran his eyes up and down my body and I knew he wanted sex.

"Oh? What could you possibly want from me?" I replied coyly as I looked down and twisted my toe into the floor.

"I want to fuck you in the ass." Shocked, I looked up at his handsome older face. I grinned briefly before dropping my eyes back to the floor.

"Oh, No! I've never done that before! Anything but that!" I rubbed my hands against my hips acting nervous.

Samuel stepped close to me and whispered in my ear, "If you want those cards you will have to give up your ass." He rubbed his hands over my skirt covered butt. It felt even better than Caleb's caresses last night as he fucked me.

"Please don't bend me over your desk and fuck me up the ass! With your door open like that anyone could walk past and see us!" I pretended to pull away from Samuel, but actually stepped between him and his desk.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around facing the desk, and then pushed between my shoulder blades so I bent over his desk. I spread my arms onto the desk and only put my upper chest on the top, allowing my breasts to hang and not be mashed onto the desktop. Samuel then stepped to my side and spread the cards out next to me where I could see them. "If you want these cards I want you to reach back and pull your skirt up over your ass. And don't worry about the people watching from the doorway. They knew you were coming here for sex as soon as you walked into my office."

"Oh, please close the door! Don't let anyone see what you are about to do to me!" But without even looking I started pulling my skirt up slowly, scrunching it between my fingers a little at a time. I felt the cool air on my legs as my ass was revealed.

"Good girl Rosalynne Lewin, now pull your underwear down and show them your ass."

I pulled and pushed my underwear down, even wiggling my hips to get them to fall once they were past my hips. "That was very sexy Rosalynne; wiggle your ass for us!"

"Oh, no, I can't!" I refused, even though I absolutely could, and even wanted to wiggle a little.

"Rosalynne, you really should do what I say."

"No! I'll let you fuck me, but I'm not putting on a show!" I was pretty sure what I was getting myself into, but I said it anyway. The hard spanks on each ass cheek surprised me and I straightened up and turned around to face Samuel. There was nobody standing at the doorway.

Samuel was also surprised that I had stood up and he saw me glance toward the open doorway. "Turn around and raise your skirt again. You've disobeyed me in front of our guests and I'm going to need to spank you again."

I gave Samuel a quick grin before turning back to his desk and bending over, "Please don't spank me in front of all these people!"

Spank! "Keep your eyes on those cards!"

Spank! Spank! Spank! He switched quickly between each cheek. "Oww! Oww! Oww!"

"Rosalynne, I want you to wiggle your ass for all our guests, and don't look back at them!"

I wiggled my ass by bending my knees several times. "Good girl. Now grab each cheek and spread your ass for us." I pretended to hesitate, but I spread my ass like Samuel asked.

"Lovely. What do you think, isn't that a lovely ass?" I heard quiet clapping from behind me, but I was pretty certain that it was just Samuel. I didn't look, though.

Samuel started gently tracing his fingers around my butt, and up and down my ass crease. I heard him rummaging on a shelf, and bottles clinking. "Rosalynne, I'm going to start preparing your ass, keep your eyes on those cards!"

I could smell the medicinal herbs in the lotion he was going to use. The lavender was obvious, but when I realized the other scent was passionflower I almost laughed. I hoped the base oil was going to be slick enough, but I figured Samuel would know what he was doing.

I jerked a little as Samuel poured the cold oil directly from the bottle onto the top of the crack of my ass. He caught it with his fingertips as it flowed down to my anus and started massaging it around. He started probing me with something small, probably his pinky finger. He would dip inside and then pull out, rubbing more and more oil in each time.

After a couple of moments Samuel switched to another finger, with more oil each time. He bent over and kissed my right butt cheek, and asked calmly, "Rosalynne how is this, still ok?"

"Yah, it's fine."

"OK, I'm going to try two fingers now." Samuel slid two fingers on one hand into my butt, which did actually seem to stretch me a little. Based on what I could feel it was probably the pointer and middle finger on his right hand. I heard movement behind me and decided it was Samuel disrobing. I still didn't look, though, in case the doorway was filling up with people watching me get probed.

Samuel withdrew both fingers and I heard the bottle clinking again, and the sound of oil rubbing into both hands. He dribbled another generous amount of oil into my ass crack and inserted two fingers again, this time probably his pointer fingers on each hand. He started pushing and pulling with opposite hands so that as one finger was going in the other was pulling out. It felt very odd.

Then he started using two fingers on each hand and I groaned out loud. Quietly he asked, "Is that too much?"

"No, you're good."

After a few strokes my breath calmed a little and Samuel switched back to his demanding voice, "I'm going to fuck your ass now. Do you want to see my dick before I use it to destroy you?"

"No, I couldn't bear to look at it!"

I heard Samuel stroke his dick and based on the squelching noises it was obviously well lubricated. He slapped his dick in my ass crack and held it there as he poured even more oil onto us. He then stroked up and down a couple of times before probing my anal opening with his tip.

I did my best to relax as I felt him start to slide inside. He was able to push his head in and then started short slow strokes, going a little deeper each time. He reached between us and started rubbing his slick oily hands over my vagina and clit. Then he grabbed my hands and pulled them off my ass checks, allowing my cheeks to close a little around his dick. He maneuvered my hands around to the front of my body and toward my own sex. "Fuck yourself with your fingers while I fuck your ass!"

I went to work with both hands, both diddling my clit and probing my vagina. I was slicked up internally, but the oil Samuel had spread helped externally.

Samuel grabbed my hips and started stroking a little deeper each time until he was finally all the way embedded in my ass. When I felt his groin against my ass I groaned out loud. It wasn't as good as a vaginal fuck because he wasn't hitting my clit, but since I was doing that myself I was building toward a climax.

"Oh, you've got a nice tight ass! You are so hot and tight!" Samuel started to speed up, taking long hard strokes and banging against my ass at the bottom of each. He was banging against me so hard that I was being pushed forward against the edge of the desk.

"Oh, Samuel, this feels so good! Keep going! Keep going!"

"Oh yes Ms Lewin, here it comes! Take my essence in your ass! Ughh." He thrust all the way inside and held himself deep as my orgasm crashed over me as well.

We caught our breath a few minutes later and Samuel carefully pulled out of me. "Stay there Rosalynne, let me get you cleaned up." I stayed leaning over the desk with my just fucked ass facing the door until Samuel returned with a wet washcloth which he first used on my hips where he had held me with his slightly oily hands. Then he washed my vagina and ass crack before returning with a soft cloth to dry off my nether regions.

Samuel handed me my underwear as I stood up and turned toward the door. There was nobody there.

"A deal is a deal, the cards are yours." He motioned toward the desk where Alton's cards were still spread out.

I swept up the cards and pushed them into my deck. "Thanks. That was a nice way to start my anal adventures."

Samuel looked surprised, "Oh! You really were an anal virgin? You did great for your first time."

"Yeah, I've never tried it before, but I had reason to think I might like it." I brought my own shiny backside card to the top of my deck and showed it to Samuel.

Samuel laughed as he saw it, "Yeah, the game has a way of breaking down inhibitions and letting people explore things they might not otherwise."

There was an uncomfortable moment and then Samuel asked, "So, whose cards are you collecting?"

I smiled at Samuel and said, "I can't tell you right now. 'Butt', take this card, and when you get my full set invite me back for a whole lot more of that." I handed him my shiny backside, "Or, just come find me some time, if you want to show me more stuff."

Part four: In Captivity

I was a little uncomfortable for the rest of the day, not because of everyone asking if I had really done six guys the night before, but because I was a little sore from doing six guys the night before. Less sore than I would have expected, but a little sore. That and Samuel's ass pounding made it uncomfortable to sit down. Fortunately I had clinic work in the afternoon so I was on my feet and moving around for most of the day.

I saw Muriel late in the day, "I've got all the cards we need. Do you want to try to call Alton tonight?"

Muriel was very excited, "Already? Yes, of course! How did you get so many so quickly?"

"Do you know the archivist Samuel? He collects cards and doesn't care what they are. He just happened to have a lot of Alton's unnamed cards."

"I did know that Samuel collects decks, actually. He collects them when people are getting ready to quit the game. What did you have to give him in trade?"

I turned a little sideways and slapped my own ass, "Nothing I didn't already want to give up!"

Muriel was surprised, but smiled broadly, "Well good for you! Let's meet outside Norman's tower at seventh bell this evening, ok?"

I was already waiting for Muriel when she and Norman exited his tower. I slid Norman's extra cards into his hands, keeping only one so that I could identify his cards in the future. "I believe this completes our deal."

Norman nods, "Thank you. Do you still plan to need to be rescued?"

I nod, "Yes, that will give the magic a sense of urgency, I think."

"Very well, I know a place on the edge of the city where we can hold you prisoner for several days. And maybe give you something to do while you are there."

Norman handed Muriel and me into a carriage and we rode for about an hour. During the trip Norman changed into a merchant tunic, he still looked wealthy but he no longer looked like a wizard. We discussed my "fantasy" of being rescued. Norman had checked the records available and had determined that transforming into a beast, even something as small as a bat, would still leave Alton in control of his own mind. "At least I think that will be the case based on what records we have, how other magic works, and how the game in general influences reality."

The carriage stopped outside an old barn. I had no real idea where I was, but it looked like the barn was only used for storage, there were no animals around. Nor were there the kind of herb and vegetables growing nearby that I would have expected if the barn was on an active farm.

Norman and Muriel led me into the barn, and the carriage drove off. The barn smelled of new hay, and oiled leather. As Norman pulled the barn door closed behind us he conjured two globe lights and they floated above us leaving the center of the barn well lit, but the horse stalls and storage areas in the dark. There was a wagon in the central corridor of the barn and Norman motioned to it, "Let's see Alton's cards."

I spread out the cards by image in the bed of the wagon. I had one complete set; a face card, a chest/ genitals, a back/ ass, two hands/ arms and two feet/ legs. The cards depicting hands and feet would sometimes switch to show either a left or right, until I put them in position with the rest of the set and then they stabilized to be whichever card completed the pattern.

I started combining the other cards to try to get additional complete sets. Two hands pushed together would merge to become a front/ chest and two feet pushed together would become a back/ ass. Combining a front and a back would create a face card. To complete a set I would need seven cards at one time; a face, a front, a back, two hands and two feet. By the time I had combined as many cards as I could I had three complete sets, and most of a fourth. I was about to complete a set when Norman stopped me.

"Wait, I thought you said your "fantasy" was to be rescued? To be sure the magic acts as you wish, we need to imprison you first, don't we?"

"Ahh, yes, I guess so? But how?" It was just a barn, not an actual prison.

Norman led me to one of the stalls and led me inside, one of the globes floating in and supplying light. There was a waist high table in the middle of the stall that was about two feet wide and five feet long. There was a length of chain that stretched from the wall next to the door up to a pulley in the ceiling and down to the table where it was connected to a metal collar. The walls of the stall had a number of instruments of torture; whips, paddles and metal bludgeons. There weren't any blades visible, at least.

"Ahh, hold on, this looks a little more intense than I was expecting." Significantly more intense than when I had thought up the idea, in fact.

Norman nods, "I understand, but the magic will protect you. If you willingly let another player tie or chain you up, and once you are secured you change your mind, you only have to decide that you are done and the magic will release any restraints. You and I are both playing, so if I chain you up you can just wish yourself free. Be aware, though, that only applies to other players. If Muriel were to put you into restraints you would have to trust that she would release you when you said your safeword. Or hand motion if you have that set up. Related to that, if I restrain you and then Muriel adds additional restraints hers would also be released if you wish yourself free from mine."

Muriel added, "Remember when I mentioned some bad players that caused the game to show legal names? At the same time the game changed to remove extra restraints, for the same reason."

Norman shook his head and sighed, "Some people are not nice players."

Their explanation, and the fact that Muriel was my friend, convinced me that I would be safe even if apparently chained up. I stepped to the table, which I realized could be my very uncomfortable bed for the next few days. I nodded to Norman. "Let's do it."

Norman latched the collar beneath my chin with a small lock and placed the key on a hook by the door to the stall. The collar was locked beneath my chin and the chain was attached behind my head. The collar was loose enough that it could rotate around. There was also enough slack in the chain that I could move around a little, but not enough to get to the key.

"Now, let's give you a reason to need to be rescued, shall we?" Norman turned me around and bent me over the table.

"Hey!" I was surprised by the old man's strength as he pulled my arms onto my back.

"Hold onto your wrists! Keep your hands away from your ass!" He flipped my skirt up onto my back, trapping my arms. He then roughly pulled my underwear down over my hips.

"I talked to Samuel this afternoon. He said you liked being spanked before he fucked you in the ass. How many guys have you had since yesterday? Those six guys you let caravan you? And Samuel? Seven? You've been a very naughty girl. I think you should be punished."

He left me for a moment and I saw him select a short riding crop from the wall. "No! I'm collecting cards to help Muriel! You know that!" I kept holding my wrists as I protested, though.

Norman swished the crop through the air. "No, I think you are doing it because you are a horny wench. Don't you agree Muriel?"

Muriel had placed her hand on my back and pushed down just enough to hold me in place. "Yes, I think she just likes to fuck."

"Hmm, I thought so. How many strokes do you suppose?"

"Seven guys? How about seven strokes?" I thought Muriel was my friend!

"Excellent!"

I barely had time to register the crop whistling through the air before it hit my ass. "No!"

"Oh, yes, and I want you to call out the number of strokes." He ran the crop around my ass as he was speaking. "Come on, call out the number and ask for another."

"One! That was one!"

"And?"

"I've been a naughty wench, please give me another." I was barely whispering, but he heard me and another blow struck.

"Two! Please give me another, please."

He sometimes made me wait before the next stroke fell, but just after the sixth there was a noise in the front part of the barn. Norman slapped the crop onto the table next to me and said, "I'm going to check on that, I'll be right back."

A few minutes later the door to the stall opened and Norman came back in with two other older men who I did not recognize. I'm not sure why, but I slid the face card back into my deck and the whole thing disappeared. "Back over the table, wench! And lift your skirt for our guests!"

"But..."

"Do as I say wench!" Norman grabbed the crop from the table next to me and used it to push me around and back over the table. I did as instructed and lifted my skirt.

"Oh, you've already begun training?" One of the unknown men caressed my ass, and I could feel the hot spots where the crop had already been.

"Yes, the wench likes working the caravan, and she did so without my permission."

"Well, that will make the night easier on her, won't it?" The shorter man said.

Norman swung the crop for the seventh time, harder than any of the previous strokes, and I jerked upright. "Oww!"

"Now, now, wench. We can't have you speaking out of turn! Bite down on this and don't say anything else until I tell you to!" Norman put a strip of leather between my teeth and I bit down on it as instructed. It tasted terrible.

"Ok, now take off your clothes and show your body to my guests." The second globe had floated into the stall so I was very well lit. I had never taken off my clothes as a show before, but I knew what to do.

I began swaying from one foot to the other as I untied the closures on my blouse, but did not remove it. I let the two sides of it hang open revealing my cleavage and toned stomach. Then I moved to my skirt and slowly lowered it. The bottom of my blouse barely covered my ass and pubic mound so I made sure to lift my arms a little to give the men a glimpse.

Norman and the two men were watching me, and one asked, "So who is the older one? Are we playing with her, too?"

Norman shook his head, "No, she is a nurse. She is just here to ensure we don't push this wench too far."

I stripped my blouse off and let it fall. I glared at Norman defiantly, although I still held the leather between my teeth.

The taller of the two men laughed, "Oh, look at the poor girl! She looks so angry!"

"Turn back around and lay over the table, wench. Reach toward the corners of the table and spread your legs. Our guests are going to tie you down."

This wasn't exactly what I had been thinking when Andrea and Emily had my hands trapped, but it seemed like an interesting way to spend the evening, so I did as instructed. I slowly turned around and bent over the table. Then slowly, tentatively, I stretched my hands toward the corners of the table. I couldn't quite reach the corners so I left my hands palm down on the table top. I let my weight settle onto the table and spread my feet slowly until they were a comfortable width apart. The taller man started tying my wrists to the table legs while the shorter man did the same with my ankles. Within just a few minutes I could barely move at all.

"Should we blindfold her now, or wait for the caravan?" The taller man asked Norman.

"Later. She should see what we are going to be giving her." The taller man dropped his pants in front of me and drew out his semi hard penis. I tried to move my face away from him as he stepped closer, so he grabbed my braided hair and pulled my head up and held it in place.

"Hey, wench; there is no getting away tonight. You will do what we want." He slapped my face a couple of times with his penis, and I tried again to flinch but I was immobile. He pulled the piece of leather from my mouth and tossed it onto the table next to me.

"I'm going to fuck your face, and you are going to keep your teeth off of me. Unless you want to lose your teeth, of course." I looked up at him with my eyes wide as he slid his head into my mouth. I've sucked a fair amount of dicks before, but I had no control this time, I couldn't even move my head up and down.

At the same time someone else, probably the short guy, stepped up behind me and stroked their penis up and down my channel. I am not embarrassed to say that I was already wet. This wasn't how I thought my evening would go, but the thought of being taken was turning me on.

As he slid himself into me I moaned out loud. The guy fucking my mouth smiled down at me, "Oh, so you like this, do you, wench?" I had never had two guys at the same time before, and it was exhilarating.

I didn't want to tell him that, though, so I tried to shake my head and say "No!" I couldn't really move and with him in my mouth and the top of my throat all I could do was moan "Nnn."

"Oh, that feels good, keep doing that. Hum on my dick you caravan wench."

I wanted to pretend that I wasn't enjoying what was happening to me, but my barely verbal protests came out each time the short guy fucking me thrust all the way inside. The tall guy matched his thrusts and was as far down my throat as he could go at the same time. "Ungh, ungh, ungh."

It didn't take long before the tall guy held my head with both hands and held himself all the way inside me as he came. His orgasm triggered my own, which set off the guy fucking me. We all came at about the same time. I wasn't able to breathe with tall guy so far down my throat and as my orgasm ended I started to panic. When he realized what was happening he withdrew and I dragged in as much air as I could.

As I caught my breath the short guy stood in front of me with his softening penis coated with our juices. It had been him fucking me as I suspected. I was letting my head hang down as the short guy said, "Clean me off, wench."

I couldn't do much, but I lifted my head up and stuck out my tongue while looking up at him with my eyes wide. I tried to look scared for him, like he was making me do something I didn't want to do, but I don't know if I succeeded. I do know that cleaning his penis was not unpleasant. It would have been better if I had more control, but our combined flavors were somehow exotic, and the scent of our sex was also exhilarating. I've only known Andrea, Emily and my own scents, but I'm sure I could tell us all apart by scent if I needed to do so.

Norman said, "Put the blindfold on and the plug in. The caravan will be here soon." Norman and the two guys left the stall.

"Quickly, before he comes back! Call for Alton!"

Muriel put my right hand into her bag and I was able to call the seven cards I wanted into my hand. As I pulled them out I squeezed them together. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what I would need for Alton to do. The magic engaged, and the magical cards combined into a physical card. Alton's face was still dirty and unshaven, but his eyes no longer showed hope, they showed joy! Unfortunately the physical card would no longer change to reflect Alton, but I gave it to Muriel so that she could hold it and feel it. "Take this and let me pull another card."

I brought another card of Alton's face out of her bag and Muriel and I watched as he transformed into a bat.

"Oh my!" Muriel looked shocked. "That is horrible, but I think it is going to work!"

Muriel kneeled next to me and asked quietly, "Is this still ok?" She showed me a blindfold mask and a small elongated pear shaped object.

"Norman said I can release myself whenever I want, is that true?" I looked into Muriel's eyes.

"Of course!" She looked surprised that I would even ask.

"Then I am fine where I am. Let me pull a card from your pocket so we can check on Alton." I couldn't move to put my hand in my own pocket, obviously. Muriel stood up and pushed my hand into her pocket. I selected the card I wanted and she moved away and pulled her pocket off of my hand. I turned the card so that I could see it. It was at arm's length, so it wasn't clear, but he was obviously still a bat.

Muriel kissed me on the cheek as she slipped the blindfold mask over my eyes, "Thank you for doing all this for me. And for Alton."

I replied, "I'm also doing it for me, and the orgasms, too."

"Here, lick this and get it good and wet." She held the elongated pear in front of my face and moved it around as I licked it, then she slowly pushed it into my mouth. The barely pointed end was in my throat as the more bulbous end filled my mouth. The whole thing couldn't fit in my mouth as the round base was a little bigger than I could open my mouth.

Muriel walked around to my ass and started massaging it. I thought at first that she was trying to ease the pain of the crop strokes, but then I smelled lavender and passion fruit. She applied some of Samuel's oil to my anus and started stretching me out. It was different than when Samuel did it, less sexual and more clinical. Like she was doing some kind of medical procedure. When she decided I was stretched enough she reached up and removed the object from my mouth and slowly inserted it into my ass. Thank the gods for the disease prevention part of the game's magic.

Muriel left the stall and I was alone, cut off, and unable to see anything. It was a little uncomfortable not to be able to move, and with that plug up my ass, but not terrible. I heard noise in the main part of the barn and it was clear that more people had arrived.

I was tied up facing away from the stall door, so when the people started entering the first thing they saw was my naked ass. Then they would surely notice the plug and the semen running down my leg. "Looks like the caravan wench has already been busy!"

"Oh, look! She's got something in her ass, getting it ready for us all later!" The voices all sounded young, and rough; they were saying the kinds of things that girls know they say about us when they think we can't hear them.

Norman said, "Gentleman, feel free to enjoy her body while everyone gets ready."

I felt hands start touching me everywhere. Some even tried sliding between my torso and the table, but that just ended up tickling my rib cage. They were able to pull me up a little to get at my breasts, but mostly they were running their hands over my back, legs and ass, although a few even touched my face. There was no way for me to tell how many of them there were because they would come and go.

Someone laughed and said, "Look at this wench! She got someone to do her hair like a healer! Caravan wenches aren't smart enough to be healers! Stupid whore is trying to put on like she has some value as anything but a cock catcher!"

The other guys laughed.

I felt someone next to my face, and they kissed my cheek before leaning close to my ear and whispering. "Rosalynne, it's Lewis, are you ok? Do you want us to do this?"

The guys around me were talking louder, I think to cover up the conversation Lewis and I were having. I recognized one of the voices as Luther, the soldier who had given me his virginity the night before. I whispered back, "Yes, I need to be in danger so that I can be rescued. It's part of the game."

"Ok, if you want us to stop just say Rosie, and we will stop, ok?"

Lewis stood up and said, "Our employer got us this caravan wench to celebrate a successful trip. Who wants to fuck her first?"

Six guys fucked me in quick succession, each Cumming deep inside me before being replaced by the next in line. They weren't completely uninterested in my pleasure because they did each enter slowly at first so as not to hurt me. Several of them even played with the plug as they stroked in and out. I struggled against the ropes holding me in place, but most of those struggles were to get as much contact on my clit while I was being fucked as possible. I came twice during the first round, one of them from Luther, I'm sure that he was the third guy. He was more tentative when he started but eventually worked his way up to slamming me as hard as all the others. When I felt his release I came as well, "Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no. Not like this..." I quivered and my legs shook as I came.

The guys watching me be fucked could tell that Luther got me off, and I'm glad that they acted like he was some kind of hero for getting the whore off. I heard them slapping his back as he was replaced.

Once the first round was done Lewis took charge again, "Ok, untie the wench's legs we are going to put her on top of the table now."

Two guys untied my legs and they spent a few moments rubbing the area where the ropes had been, whoever had tied it had done a good job because there hadn't even been any chaffing. They didn't actually untie my wrists, they just untied the ropes from the table, leaving them hanging off my wrists. Not that I could have escaped anyway with the metal collar chained to the ceiling. They stood me up, and I felt strong arms beneath me as I was placed on the table. They put my ass at one end so that my legs hung off. That would have been uncomfortable after a while if I had to support my own legs, but I knew that whoever was fucking me would be holding them up. They stretched my arms up the table and tied them off.

Two guys were holding my legs up spread in a "V", leaving my cum-dripping vagina and plugged ass visible to everyone but me. Lewis said, "She is kind of pretty for a whore, don't you think?"

The guys all agreed, which I guess was nice of them. But they were really fucking crude about it.

"In fact, her mouth is so pretty I'm going to fuck that now. Open wide wench, and keep your teeth off."

I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head.

"No? Oh, I think you will. And I think you will even beg all of us for the chance." The room was quiet for a moment. I heard a whistling sound just before my right breast exploded in pain.

"Ahh! No! No!" I screamed out loud.

Another whistle and my left breast was struck.

"I'm sorry? What was that?" Lewis was now standing between my legs.

"Stop! Stop!" I didn't hear them coming this time, but two swift blows fell on my vagina, one on either side of my slit. "No!! No more! I'll do it." I struggled to close my legs, but the men holding them open were much too strong for me.

I felt Lewis probe my cum-soaked vagina with his penis. "You'll do what?"

"I'll open for you! You can use my mouth! Please stop hitting me!"

I could feel Lewis stroking his penis up and down my slit, "See, I knew you wanted it wench. Can we all use your mouth?"

"Yes, yes, please! Please use my mouth! All of you, please! Please let me suck you all!"

Lewis walked back around the table, trailing the crop along my side and up to my breasts. "Open wide!"

I turned to face him and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out a little. He placed his head on my tongue and said, "Lick it, bitch." I realized what he had been doing between my legs, he had been collecting the combined cum that was leaking out of me. The cum of at least seven different men, and I was only sure that I knew two of them.

I started licking Lewis's dick, and bobbing my head up and down as much as I could, but being tied and held I couldn't move much. After a couple of minutes Lewis was stroking all the way into my mouth. "Whoever is next should start wetting yourself between her thighs."

I whimpered and tried to wiggle away from whoever was between my legs, but I obviously couldn't escape. When he stroked all the way into me I felt the plug move with his thrusts. Lewis was holding my head as he started forcing his dick down my throat. He started going faster and wasn't pulling out enough to let me breathe. Then he held himself all the way inside and came. He fairly quickly withdrew and, still gagging, I gasped for breath.

"No more, please, no more." I did not say my name, though.

"You promised we could all have your mouth, wench, and there are still lots more to go. Switch up, men."

I felt whoever was between my legs withdraw and then approach my face. Whoever it was grabbed my head and started thrusting right away since he had already gotten hard in my vagina. He was still soaked in semen, but not as much as had coated Lewis. Someone new was between my legs, the guy who had been holding my left leg had traded his position to get back inside me.

It continued like that for a while. I did my best to suck their dicks when they put them into my mouth. They didn't usually last long because they warmed up and got ready by fucking me. By the fourth guy I could taste myself more than semen, and I came again.

I tried struggling and begging them to stop, but I was getting weaker and weaker. I was also getting more and more stimulated, and whoever went last never even moved to my mouth. He just pounded away at my vagina and he caused me to orgasm twice more before coming inside me again.

Lewis said, "The boss has drinks for us 'In the foyer', and she is barely even struggling anymore. Let's give her a rest before we continue."

I whimpered as they left, and I heard the door close. There was still someone in the room with me, though. They stepped close to the table and removed my mask. I blinked up into Muriel's eyes; her face was impassive, like I've seen her use with patients many times. "Are you ok? I can't believe you are doing this."

I lay on the table, exhausted. "I probably don't actually need to be in danger to need to be "rescued", but the guys are being good about forcing me. I know I'm not in any real danger, even if they are pretending to be mean."

Muriel had untied the ropes from the table legs and helped me to sit up. She handed me a wooden mug of cool water. Then she pointed to a bucket sitting on the floor. "Do you want to use the bathroom while we are still alone?"

I thought about being forced to use the bathroom in front of the men, but decided that wasn't something I really needed to do. I squatted over the bucket and peed.

When I was done I said, "Let's check on Alton again, shall we?" I was standing naked on the straw in the middle of the stall with no pockets of my own, so I once again reached into one of Muriel's and withdrew a card.

I smiled at the card before I showed it to Muriel; Alton was no longer a bat. He appeared to be a well groomed man wearing an aristocratic and very stylish suit. It looked like he was sitting in a carriage similar to the one we had arrived at the barn in. When I showed it to Muriel she was confused. "I wanted him to be able to get here as quickly as possible, so he can change his appearance in addition to his shape. He is making good time; I can feel that he is already on this side of the mountains."

Muriel's impassive face broke with joy, "Oh, that is wonderful! He could be here by this evening!"

This time I was confused, and Muriel continued, "It's after third bell; you've been in here for hours."

"Oh." I glanced toward the door. The men could be coming back at any time.

"Lay down on the table, I'll tell them you are done for the night." I did as Muriel suggested laying with my head near one end so that my feet barely hung over the other end. Muriel left the stall and fairly quickly the voices in the barn quieted as the men left.

A few minutes later Lewis and Luther came in with Muriel. Lewis was carrying an old woolen horse blanket. Both of the men looked concerned. Muriel said, "Neither of them would leave, so Norman made them your guards."

"Rosalynne, what is going on? Why are you doing this?" Lewis asked as I sat up on the table and he wrapped the horse blanket around my shoulders. It was scratchy and smelled of horse and old leather.

"One of the first cards I got was a face card for Muriel's husband, Alton." I motioned Muriel over and pulled his face card from her pocket. "Show them your permanent card."

Muriel showed them the card that had been created when I had used the game to call him to me. It still looked the same since it was now disconnected from the game. Alton was dirty and unshaven, but his eyes showed joy. He was in filthy prison clothes and his wrist was manacled. Luther said, "I didn't know you were married."

Muriel replied, "He has been gone for almost twenty years, imprisoned and alone."

I told the guys, "Emily had just transformed Andrea into a man-form to get her some man sex, so I thought maybe I could use the game to bring Alton to me. For Muriel."

Lewis nodded, "That is why you needed all the old cards, you needed to complete his set."

"Yes, that card shows what he looked like last night shortly before you arrived. This is what he looks like now." I showed them the clean and well groomed Alton sitting in a carriage. "He should be here this evening."

Luther asked, "But why are you chained up? Why did you have us do all that to you?"

I shrugged, "Maybe all of that wasn't necessary, but the game works on fantasies. I decided that my fantasy was to be rescued by a handsome older man, and I needed something to be rescued from. Plus, being restrained and being blindfolded are fantasies, as was the crop although I never would have done that normally."

Lewis shook his head, "So you had us caravan you two nights in a row, including letting us whip you, so that you could use the magic of the game to rescue Muriel's husband?"

"Yes, but I got some good orgasms, too. By the way, Luther, was that you when you all fucked me? Are you the one that made the whore orgasm?"

Luther looked sheepish, "Yes, Ms Rosalynne, that was me."

I smiled and motioned him over to me. I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "It was wonderful, thank you."

He blushed and said, "No, thank you."

"Well I'm really tired and it seems I will be sleeping here," I jiggled the chain connected to my collar, "to keep powering my rescue fantasy. Unless you two want to beat me more?"

Both Luther and Lewis were shocked, but Lewis recovered quickest. "We have all day tomorrow to beat and torture you, you should rest now. You will need it." He picked up my clothes from the floor near the door and threw them at me. "Get dressed, whore. You will sleep more comfortably."

Part four: Release

Between my clothes and the horse blanket I was warm enough, although the table was hard and uncomfortable so I slept poorly. But I did sleep until sometime the next morning when I was awoken by Muriel bustling into the stall. "Have some more water, and then we will get you ready for a busy day. I'll help you remove that plug from yesterday so you can vacate and then we will put in a larger one."

Muriel bent me over the table and removed the plug, then helped me use the bucket. Once I was done with that she used a rough wet cloth to wash my vagina and ass. She then oiled my ass and stretched me open again before inserting a larger plug. I didn't wet that one with my mouth, since I now knew what it was for.

I was surprised to be only a little sore from my activities from the last two days and mentioned it to Muriel. Even the crop strokes were mostly better. "The magic protects us, and helps us heal, when we are playing the game. Especially when in the midst of a fantasy like you are."

"That is good to know. So the guys can go harder and longer with the crop?"

Muriel laughed, "Yes, they could, but they probably won't. Those sweet boys don't want to hurt you. Lewis wasn't very comfortable with the crop yesterday, but knew you wanted it."

Luther and Lewis entered the stall, each sipping on a metal cup of coffee. I was hungry, and they both smelled like cooked meat. They had apparently eaten breakfast. Lewis asked, "So, what is your plan for the day? You are still restrained so you still need rescuing. We don't have to beat you or fuck you anymore, do we?"

I laughed, "No, you don't "have" to fuck me if you don't want to!" I glanced at Muriel and she was laughing, too.

"Imagine, being forced to fuck a sexy young thing like you! What a punishment!" Muriel grinned.

I noticed that Luther had put his coffee cup down on my table and was flipping though his thin deck of cards while looking at my bare feet and hands. "Luther! Are you trying to see if you have any of my cards?"

He looked at me guiltily and said quietly, "Yes, ma'am." His blush was so cute.

"Any luck?" I grinned at him.

"No, ma'am."

"Well, let me see if I've got one I can trade you." I reached into his pants pocket and squeezed his suddenly hardening dick before pulling out my deck and my new packs. I put the deck on the table and put the packs of cards in two piles of six.

"Hey, why only twelve, who were those first two men?" I looked at Muriel.

Muriel said, "Former players, the barn belongs to them. I know them both well, and they knew Alton, although not why you were here. Once you called for Alton they couldn't continue since they aren't playing the game."

I gasped as I realized, "Did Norman use my body as payment to use the barn? Uggh, I feel so dirty, and used!"

Muriel seemed surprised, "Really? You seemed ok with pretending to be a paid for caravan wench last night."

I sighed, "Hmm. Good point, but pretending to be paid for and actually being used as payment seems like it should be different, though."

I ripped open my packs quickly, throwing the wrappers in the air and watching the glitter fall around us and disappear. I got one of my own, another Norman, and an Andrea. I also got several more girl cards, hopefully I would have some of Emily when I next saw her naked. Best of all I also got one of Luther's hands.

"Oh, Luther, look what I've got..." I waggled his card in front of him long enough for him to see his name appear on it.

Lewis asked, "Is it one of Luther? Are you going to collect Luther cards?"

"Oh, yes!"

Lewis laughed and asked, "And what is your fantasy going to be?"

"I'm not sure yet, but for sure it will include lots of good sex!" Luther, of course, was mortified. But he did laugh with us through his embarrassment.

I slid my card into his hand, "And this is for you, for giving me your virginity. So you can start collecting my cards." I leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed me back. It was sweet.

My stomach growled, and I looked down at my stomach.

I started shaking my head slightly to say "No." and asked Luther, "I'm so hungry Luther, can you get me something to eat?" I continued shaking my head, "No."

Luther started to reply, "Sure..." but I strongly shook my head again. "Ahh, no???"

"No? But I'm so hungry; you must have something I can put into my stomach!" I glanced down at his groin to make it obvious what I was asking for. Luther blushed as he caught on.

He grinned and then deepened his voice, "No, wench, we weren't told to feed you. But I've got something for you. Down on your knees!"

Luther tried to glare at me, but the laughter around his eyes told me he was playing along. He pushed down on my shoulders and when I was on my knees he said, "Suck my dick and swallow my load."

Muriel and Lewis were right there watching as I dragged Luther's pants down. He wasn't hard as I started stroking, but he firmed up quickly as I started to lick him. By the time I started stroking all the way up and down on his dick with my mouth he was as hard as any man I had ever felt. I looked up at Luther's face as I licked and sucked on him and he looked at me with such lust.

"Hold your hands behind your back, whore; I'm going to fuck your face now."

As I moved my hands behind my back and grabbed hold of my own wrists I said, "Oh, no, please don't! Don't hold my head and fuck my face!"

Of course Luther did exactly what I told him not to do and he grabbed both sides of my face and started forcing his dick in and out of my mouth, jamming his head into my throat. Each stroke gagged me at first, until I got used to the intrusion. The fact that he pulled out of my throat about every third or fourth stroke to let me breathe also kept the irritation down.

It didn't take Luther very long to cum, and he held himself all the way down my throat as he did so. When he saw me start to struggle to breathe he pulled out. As I choked and caught my breath he said, "Good job little whore. Good job."

Lewis stepped next to me and waggled his dick up and down, and then slapped my face gently with it. "Are you still hungry, wench?"

Still holding my hands behind my back I dove onto Lewis's dick, immediately taking it into my throat and bobbing up and down. "Oh Rosalynne, you are so good at that!"

I stopped bobbing my head and bit down gently onto Lewis's dick, "Oww, what?" As I glared at him he figured it out. "Oh, right, sorry." His demeanor changed and he slapped my face, although not very hard. "Suck my dick you fucking caravan whore, and keep your teeth off me!"

I started bobbing again, this time making sure to hum as I did so. Lewis quivered, "Oh, gods.", and took hold of my face with both hands and started stroking in and out. Unlike Lewis, though, he took more control of the movement and would stroke in and hold himself as long as I was humming around his invading penis. Once I stopped humming he would withdraw and let me breathe. He always held it inside a little longer than I wanted, but not so long that I was actually afraid.

It also didn't take Lewis long to cum, although the need struck him just as I stopped humming. He knew I wanted to breathe so he withdrew from my throat and just held his dick in my mouth as he ejaculated again and again. I was choking a little while I caught my breath, but swallowed most of his load. A little of his cum leaked out onto my chin as he withdrew himself.

"Don't miss that bit; it is all you are getting to eat today." Lewis used the tip of his penis to scoop up the errant bit of semen and feed it back into my mouth. I stayed on my knees for a couple of minutes catching my breath.

As I stood up Luther asked, "Why do you tell us not to do the things you clearly want us to do to you?"

I shrugged, "Part of the fantasy is to do things that good girls don't do. And you guys are too good to hurt me without permission, or do stuff you know I don't want to do."

Muriel laughed, "And what might that be, for an example?"

I laughed, too, "Good point! I'm not interested in oral anal play, for one, and the crop was as much torture play as I could stand. And even that might be influenced by the prisoner release fantasy that I am doing now."

Muriel looked up expectantly, "Speaking of which, can you check on Alton?"

"Oh, of course." I pulled his face card from my pocket and placed it on the table so that we could all see it. Alton was still apparently in a carriage, but now he was leaning forward expectantly. "Hmm, he is making really good time, he is only hours away now."

"So soon? That is wonderful!" Muriel clapped her hands together in excitement.

Looking at my soldier boys I say, "Yes, but that might put you two in danger."

Lewis and Luther look confused. "What? Why?"

"Alton has been held prisoner for years and now some particularly strong magic is compelling him to come rescue me from the people who have been holding me against my will, beating me, and forcing me to do unspeakable sexual things to them. We don't really know how he will react when he gets here."

We spent the next hour preparing for Alton's arrival. We hid all the real weapons so that Lewis and Luther would be unarmed. We also put Muriel near the stall door and the two soldiers against the outside wall of the stall so that Alton would have to pass me to get to them.

I could tell when Alton got close; the magical pressure told me he was near. We heard a carriage pull up and stop outside the barn and a moment later Alton entered the stall. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed very well. The days worth of stubble made him look even more handsome than in his cards. He was shocked to see Muriel and stepped toward her immediately before he looked down at his hands in confusion. "Muriel, why can't I touch you?"

"I'm not playing the game; you are here to rescue Rosalynne!" Muriel pointed at me, and Alton turned and noticed that I was chained in the middle of the room.

Both Lewis and Luther dropped to their knees, "We surrender! The key is on the hook by the chain."

I pointed to where Norman had left the key and Alton quickly grabbed it and unlocked my collar. Alton asked, "What in the hells is going on here?"

"I need to be rescued by a handsome older man; can you pick me up and carry me out of here?"

Alton was still confused, but picked me up and carried me out the door. "Of course, my queen! As you wish!" Muriel followed, but Lewis and Luther stayed on their knees in the stall.

I buried my face into Alton's neck and he smelled wonderful, like spices and passion fruit. I giggled at the scent of the passion fruit.

As we left the barn, though, the scent faded and was replaced by sour old sweat and an unwashed body. Alton stumbled as we crossed the doorway and he almost dropped me. I felt the muscles across his shoulders and back melt away as he stooped and put me down. He was now dressed in his prison clothes, and his wild unkempt hair and beard had returned. He was old, dirty, and smelly.

Alton was exhausted and could barely stand on his own, so I lifted him up and kissed him on the forehead. Muriel had rushed to his side and was also helping to hold him up. Muriel said, "I don't understand, what happened to the magic? "

"My fantasy was to be rescued by a handsome older man, not to have sex with your husband. As soon as we were outside my fantasy ended. Now you can touch each other as you wish."

I left Muriel and Alton embracing and crying together and went back into the barn to get Luther and Lewis. By the time we were back outside Muriel and Alton were getting into the carriage that had brought Alton to us, and Norman was handing the driver a sack of coins.

Norman's carriage was also there, and he motioned to it. "Let's get you three back to the University. Your holiday will have put you behind in your studies."