Staying in Character

No characters are under 18. Any similarities to the obscure series of books and movies about witches and wizards are completely intentional. I might have borrowed a few things (everything) from those books and movies to create a world of magic with college-aged characters.

Created by renowned author Francis Davis, the series offered readers another journey into the rich and enchanting world of magic. Blackthorn University is set in the Scottish Highlands and accepts only those witches and wizards who have shown exceptional magical aptitudes. Students from every corner of the world came to Blackthorn to master their abilities and learn how best to use their magical gifts in the wider world. While previous stories set in the magical world adhered to a strictly G-rated tone, Francis expanded the narrative to portray the characters' college experiences with greater realism and nuance.

An unexpected result of the series was the emergence of a more mature magical world, which became an international phenomenon for adults seeking an escape from the routines of everyday life. In many major cities, Blackthorn Expos popped up with competitions for best costume, most committed characters, and incredibly detailed reenactments.

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Will Thomas groaned and rolled over. He glanced at his iPhone. 8:00 a. m., and Fiona had opened the curtains. He could hear her in the shower as he pulled the pillow over his head. Last night had been fun. He enjoyed it well enough, but it was definitely Fiona's passion. Still, it was something they could share, and through it they had met countless people who shared their interests. As he lay there, he replayed the evening in his mind, along with the memories of how they first met. It had all started at a Halloween party, a chance encounter that had eventually led them to the ultimate form of cosplay.

The Blackburn Expo. Fans from all over the world attended the 6-month expo in Denver. Every major character was represented, though most attendees came as Rowan Ashburn, the main character; Harriet Wrenwood, a gifted witch from a mundane family; Rod, Rowen's best friend and Harriet's boyfriend; the evil, white-haired Cassian Valehart; and headmaster Archon Thorne. Representatives from all four Blackthorn University houses attended, along with the Soul Suckers and even fans dressed as the evil Lord Malachai Veyne, otherwise known as The Soulless Lord.

Fiona not only dresses as Harriet, but she also looks like Alma Walton, so her cosplay persona is easy to adopt. Will has red hair, an obvious Redwick character, and would love to go as one of the twins, Tobin or Thomas, but Fiona insists he attend as Rod, Rowan's best friend.

Like many couples, they met at university. His University of Colorado fraternity hosted their annual Halloween party. The sorority girls were the treats, as the general trend was to reveal as much as possible. The unofficial dress code seemed to be a greatest-hits collection of Catwomen, Harley Quinns, barely-there nurses, vampires, strippers, Playboy bunnies, French maids, and streetwalkers. As a newbie, Will felt like a kid in a candy shop as he watched the new arrivals. He had no idea what to wear, but he found a Rowan Ashburn outfit at a rental shop. Everyone mistook him for Rod, as he had red hair.

It seemed that the prettiest, least-clothed girls were snapped up by his brothers, and he'd spend the evening alone until he heard a loud laugh and his name.

"Will! Get out here. Your date's arrived."

He had no idea why they would say that, unless it were a joke. He put down his beer and headed to the front foyer. He stopped and smiled when he saw her. A beautiful, curly-haired girl stood looking around. The embarrassed-looking girl noticed all the skin, perhaps realizing she wasn't exactly dressed for this particular occasion. She had on the same Stormheart outfit as he did, except rather than trousers, she wore a skirt. "Harriet?" he asked.

She smiled and nodded, her smile forever etched in his mind. He didn't correct her when she scanned his outfit and asked, "Rod?" He just nodded as he offered an arm. "Can I buy you a ButterAle?" he asked.

The girl solemnly nodded. "I'd like that, yes," she replied, taking his arm. "Fiona, actually."

"Will," he replied. She had an air of innocence that appealed to him.

After getting them both beers, he indicated a free spot on the couch. Unlike most initial meetings, they instantly found a mutual interest. The Blackthorn world. They started by comparing their opinions of the book versus the movies. They agreed that the film handled Rowan's final confrontation with Malachai Veyne poorly, arguing that the battle inside Blackthorn University was far more powerful in the book. They also agreed that Virginia's contributions were downplayed in the movies. When Fiona suggested that an episodic adaptation would have done the books greater justice by allowing for richer character development, Will instantly agreed.

As they talked about mages and sorceresses, they were mostly left alone until Fiona complained that she was warm, stood, and took off the green-plaid Stormheart robe. Will's eyes instantly went to her chest, stifling a gasp. Fiona had been hiding a pair of impressive assets, and his thoughts ranged from 'How big are they?' to 'How do those buttons withstand the stress?' He then wondered if she used the Nulla Gravitas charm, as even braless, her huge tits defied gravity. He could have studied her impressively large nipples all night, but collected himself as she plopped back onto the couch. Within minutes, Will's brothers took notice of the beautiful girl with the huge breasts.

Will wasn't happy having their conversation continuously interrupted, especially when Kyle came over and looked down at the couple on the couch. Kyle was captain of the University basketball team, and at a muscular 6' 10" was an impressive male specimen, which Fiona noticed. Where the hell had he found a Lycra Superman outfit in that size? And why the hell couldn't he have worn underwear? He felt even worse when Fiona kept glancing at the pronounced snake in the tall boy's pants. Noticing where the busty redhead was looking, Kyle stepped closer, casually thrusting his pelvis forward, displaying the outline of his fat circumcised member. He had just met the girl, yet Will was already irrationally jealous.

Kyle just put out a hand to ask if Fiona wanted to go with him when a girl in a bloody, slutty nurse outfit came over, slipped her arm through his, and slurred, "Come on, Captain. We're up next for beer pong."

It was Will's turn to stare. From their angle, both Fiona and Will could clearly see the girl's clean-shaven pussy. Fiona elbowed Will as the tall man was led away.

"She was cute," Fiona said, in a flat voice. "Thought I'd mention that, seeing as how you never looked up at her face."

Will shrugged. "You took off your robe because you were warm. Perhaps she felt the same," he said with a smile. He then stood. "Let's take a walk. It's much cooler outside," he said, putting out a hand to Fiona. They passed various couples making out as they headed for the front door. First was Harley Quinn, her legs wrapped around Batman's waist on the stairs. Batman was freely exploring the girl's writhing body. Robin was staring dolefully at the passionate couple.

Fiona whispered, "That's Lexi. Robin is Dan, her high school sweetheart. Doesn't look like she's going to save herself for marriage."

Then, they stepped aside as a Jessica Rabbit, whose top lost the battle with gravity, was chased by Elmer Fudd. Over in the corner, a topless Playboy bunny was being groped by a policeman. "Guess it's rabbit season," Fiona joked.

They made it safely outside, where they soon found themselves walking through neighborhoods, blissfully quiet after the raucous frat house. "Amazing, isn't it?" Fiona asked. "2 AM, November 1st, and it's 55 degrees. I always heard that Colorado was freezing. But one of my sisters told me that she was able to get out on her bike every weekend last year."

Will nodded. "We get many freezing days, but we always say, 'If you don't like the weather, just wait a few hours.'" He chuckled.

They talked the rest of the night, then stopped at The Corner for breakfast. While they waited for their orders, Fiona let out a laugh.

"What? What's funny?" Will asked. He had just met this girl 10 hours ago, and he was already in love.

"Rachel, one of my sisters... she was the blonde in the red stripper outfit, if you can call a few feet of strings an outfit. Anyhow, she looked at my Harriet get-up and laughed. 'No way you'll have breakfast with some hottie wearing that.'"

Will smiled. "And do you think she got breakfast?" He wanted to confirm that she thought he was 'a hottie,' but kept that to himself.

Fiona shrugged. "Good question. She headed upstairs with three guys. Let's see, a redneck woodsman, a pimp, and one of the Batmans... Batmen?" I suspect she'll have met her RDA of protein by now."

Will nodded. "That would be Teller, JB, and Glen. They do everything together... and I guess, everyone. Teller might take her to breakfast, but the other two would be more likely to shove her out the door when they're done with her. If they like her, they'll toss her her clothes... er, strings."

By the time Will walked Fiona back to her house, they had already made arrangements to attend the Blackburn Expo down in Denver. They heard of it, but never attended. They liked it so much, they returned. This became an event they looked forward to. They went just once or twice each fall while in school, but after they married and moved to Arvada, a Denver suburb, they went almost every weekend.

Fiona knows every spell, every response to every situation, while Will mostly stays in the background. The one positive of these events was that afterwards, Fi was a lot more passionate than usual. Then, a strange thing happened during their last visit. Normally, they mingled, took part in reenactments, and watched the spectacles.

He and Fiona were cornered by a group of Nightcoils, led by a realistic-looking white-haired Cassian Valehart. The tall boy playing Cassian stayed in persona when he pushed Harriet against the wall. He put his hands on either side of her while making a series of suggestive sexual comments.

Will should have done something, but Fi wasn't trying to get away and didn't look scared. In fact, when Cassian pressed his crotch against hers, she laughed and said that someone must have used the Microforma spell on his cock. Then she smiled when the boy accused her of using the Macroforma spell on her tits. "God-given, I'm afraid," she responded. "Perhaps you pissed off Mother Nature."

Then, Cassian pulled out his wand, but instead of casting a spell, he used it to part her robe, revealing her stressed blouse. Then, tapping each of her tits, he smiled evilly. "These have to be enhanced. We'll uncover the truth before the year is out." Then he tapped her erect left nipple before spinning away, laughing.

As Fiona had the same hair color as Harriet, the same curls, the same complexion, she often was called on for many of the skits. She assumed it was because she looked like the actress who played her, but Will suspected otherwise. He knew it was because of her amazing gifts below her neck. Whatever cosplay outfit she wore, the buttons on her blouse always strained under the pressure. Her appearance and presence naturally attracted the attention of many attendees.

Her shapely body drew a lot of the attention, but her thorough knowledge of the Harriet character was what put her on top. As she knew every spell, reacted just as Harriet would have, and looked the part, she often won Best in Show and had a room full of ribbons, wands, and trophies. The result was that she was one of the better-known cosplayers at the Expo.

The evening after the group of Nightcoils cornered Fiona, she wasted no time stripping down and climbing into bed. As soon as Will's cock slid inside her, she moaned, "Get off me, Cassian! Please don't fuck me... don't cum inside me. I can't have a Nightcoil baby."

Playing along, Will thrust into her differently, using more force while changing the angle. As he pounded her pussy, wondering if he were bruising her, he hissed in Cassian's voice. "Shut up, pigblood, the Soulless Lord needs more followers, and we'll be breeding you over and over. All the Soul Suckers will be taking turns with your tight cunt." In seconds, Fiona screamed as she came harder than she ever had before.

The sudden orgasm hit her with a force she'd never felt, and as the powerful waves pulsed through her, she almost passed out. In her head, a large group of masked Soul Suckers pulled up their robes to expose their snake-like cocks before stroking them to full tumescence. She moaned, "Cassian, please. Don't let them use my pussy, don't cum inside me. I'm not on the pill. Don't share me with your stupid house."

Will hissed, "Shut up, Stormheart whore. We'll be breeding you, Virginia, Solara, and all you stupid Stormheart sluts by the end of the year. The Soulless Lord wants us to prepare all your cunts for his huge serpent. You'll never again feel any other cock inside you after he finishes with you," Will hissed. He hoped he didn't go too far, but then she exploded a second time, this time harder than before. She had never before cum more than once and had never passed out, but as she came down from her incredible release, her body went limp, and her eyes rolled back in her head. He had no idea what the protocol was for fucking a comatose woman, but he wasn't about to stop. His attention was focused on her huge flopping tits as he thrust hard into her. Just as the aching in his balls got to be too much, Fiona opened her eyes and let out a deep moan. She pulled him into a kiss as he jetted a huge load inside her pussy.

"Fuck!" Fiona groaned as she felt her husband spasm inside her. "That felt so real. It was as if Cassian were inside me, and I was powerless to resist anything he wanted to do to me."

Will collapsed next to his wife. He stroked her breast as he studied her face. "That didn't bother you? At every show, you sneer at all those guys dressed as Nightcoils or Soul Suckers."

"I know. When Cassian had me pressed against the wall, I almost came right there. Had you not been there, or had it been in some dark alley, I would have let him have his way with me," Fiona said softly. "I always wondered what Nightcoils would do if they got any of the Stormheart girls alone."

"Did you want me to step in? Should I have stopped Cassian when he pressed you against the wall?" Will asked.

"No, please don't be the jealous boyfriend. Rod would have stood back, though Rowan would have acted. Stay in character," Fiona said.

Every week, going to work after attending the Expo was strange. Fiona taught English at a junior high. She was one of the more popular teachers with the students, especially the boys. In most classes, the boys sat in the back and the girls in the front, but not in Mrs. Thomas's classes. She never dressed provocatively; in fact, she basically wore her Stormheart uniform. White blouse, plaid skirts. She even wore the tie periodically. One positive was her knowledge of the entire Blackthorn world whenever kids came to her with questions.

Her fellow teachers liked her, and though she was one of the younger staff members, her voice carried weight and her opinions were genuinely considered during conferences. Her strongest supporter was Ed Travers, the school principal. A tall, slender man, he almost always took Fiona's side whenever there were policy disputes. Fiona often wondered where their relationship would have gone had she not been married, but never mentioned it to anyone.

All her life, she equated height with power. All the alpha males in her life had been at least 6' 3", and at 6' 6", Ed totally fit the mold. Then there was the package in his pants he didn't try to hide. Tall men with huge cocks? Her Kryptonite. It was something she never told Will, and never would, but if Ed asked her to have a drink after school, she would not have hesitated. Then there was Michael, Will's boss, but that was another thing she'd never talk to Will about.

Will's job was far removed from the Blackthorn world. He worked as an Admin for the CFO of a massive conglomerate, THG. Michael Grant, THG's youngest C‑suite executive, was often mentioned as the heir apparent to the aging CEO. Impressively tall, 6' 8", he dominated every room he entered.

Will sometimes wondered whether Fiona had a thing for him; she and Michael always seemed to spend a lot of time together at the various business functions. Will rarely had the chance to socialize at those events anyway, he usually had responsibilities to handle and tasks to oversee. He trusted his wife, but that didn't stop him from suspecting that she'd go back to his estate, given the chance. Was it his height? Fiona seemed drawn to tall men, or were these powerful men who happened to be tall? A normal husband would have been jealous, but Will often imagined Fiona riding Michael's cock while jerking off. Those were often the most powerful orgasms he experienced.

When Will first mentioned their hobby, Michael laughed. "Blackthorn? Aren't those kids' books?" he asked. "I mean, of course I've seen the movies. Quite good, but just fantasy."

"Not really. These are adult. Hell, they even have sex and nudity, unlike the other series. I like it, and Fiona loves the whole magical world. She looks and acts just like Harriet. Never out of character, always true to every situation she finds herself in. As Rod, I have an advantage. I rarely remember the spells, but she knows every one, just like in the books," Will said. Michael shook his head, but he looked thoughtful.

A few weeks after Ca, they were back at the expo, only this time, Harriet and Rod found themselves cornered by a group of Soul Suckers, not Nightcoils. "The Soulless Lord demands you come with us," one of them hissed. "He wants you... especially you, Harriet."

For a heartbeat, Fiona didn't react. It took her a second to realize they were talking to her, to the Harriet character she was cosplaying. The Soul Suckers weren't breaking character, not even a little. Their black steel masks gleamed under the convention hall lights, and the crowd noise behind them seemed to fade. The masks they wore were the most accurate she had ever seen on any Soul Sucker. She could even see parts of the Veilmarks on their left forearms, the strange coil tattoos curling just beneath their sleeves. She admired anyone willing to go all‑in on a character, but she couldn't help hoping those were temporary tattoos and not something more permanent.

Rod stepped slightly in front of her, wand prop raised, trying to play along. "She's not going anywhere with you," he said, voice steady but eyes flicking toward the nearest staff volunteer.

The Soul Suckers closed in another step, perfectly synchronized, clearly rehearsed. Their leader tilted his head. "Brave," he murmured. "Typical Stormheart."

Fiona swallowed, then straightened her shoulders. She lifted her wand, channeling every ounce of Harriet's confidence. "If the Soulless Lord wants me," she said, "he can come himself."

But the leader didn't move. "Oh, he will. Trust me, by the end of the year, he'll cum alright." He looked at his fellow Soul Suckers before nodding, "Very well," he said. "Next time he summons you, you had better be ready."

Rod leaned closer to Fiona. "We should probably... you know... move."

She nodded, and together they elbowed through the growing crowd. The Soul Suckers followed for a moment, then stopped as the crowd swallowed them up. It was clear that they were performers, very committed ones, but Fiona's heart rate was still accelerated.

Rod exhaled. "Next time," he said, "we're coming as Silverquills."

'Next time, I'm going with them,' Fiona thought. Little did she know, her prophetic thoughts came true sooner than expected.

The following week, the same thing happened, but this time, Fiona and Will were forced to go to Lord Malachai Veyne if they were to stay in character.

It started almost the same way: a cluster of Soul Suckers marching toward them from the edge of the vendor hall, masks gleaming under the overhead lights. The crowd parted as if they'd been coached as the group drew near. But unlike last time, they didn't stop to perform. They moved with purpose, forming a tight circle around Fiona and Will.

"You will come with us," the leader said, accentuating the word 'will.' "The Soulless Lord is growing impatient."

Will shot Fiona a look, half amused, half uneasy. "They're really committed to the bit today," he murmured.

But the Soul Suckers didn't break character. All pulled out their wands, and one gestured sharply, directing them toward a roped‑off area near the main stage. Attendees watched with growing curiosity, phones already out, recording what looked like an impromptu performance.

Fiona hesitated. 'What would Harriet do?' she asked herself. 'She's no coward. She'd face whatever is coming.' "Alright, I'll see your master, but just this once."

Fiona and Will followed the Soul Suckers. The group escorted them down a short hallway lined with props, then into a dimly lit side room decorated like a miniature torture chamber. She noticed cameras on tripods in either back corner. A single chair with shackles sat in the middle of the room, and mounted high on the wall were shackles for wrists, and along the floor, more shackles. Fiona shivered as she imagined being helplessly chained to the wall, spread-eagled. She looked at the back-robed men while imagining what they'd do to her if she were bound naked against the wall. The black curtains closed behind them, isolating them from the crowded convention center.

And there he was.

The tall Malachai Veyne cosplayer stood at the center, pale makeup flawless, the hairless white mask covering his face, robes flowing, wand raised with eerie precision. He was impressively tall. He didn't speak at first; he simply regarded Fiona with a slow, deliberate tilt of the head.

When he finally did, his hissing voice was chillingly accurate.

"So," he said, "my followers bring me Harriet at last. Amazing how effective mortal threats can be."

Fiona felt Will stiffen beside her. She wasn't scared; she knew it was all performance, but the commitment was impressive enough to send a shiver through her. She should have been scared as they were in a closed room away from any witnesses, but if this were a test... She looked around, impressed. All his followers were tall, but Veyne towered over all of them. He looked uncannily real, radiating a commanding aura that made the room feel smaller.

Malachai Veyne stepped closer. "Come," he said. "We have matters to discuss."

Will whispered, "Okay, this is either the coolest thing ever or we're about to be part of a full‑blown fan skit." He looked back at the ring of Soul Suckers and shivered. "I changed my mind. This isn't all that cool. We should go."

Fiona shook her head, squared her shoulders, and lifted her wand. "No. A Stormheart doesn't back down," she said softly so that only Will could hear her. "Let's see where this goes." She turned back to the Malachai Veyne cosplayer as she pulled out her wand. Perhaps this was a test. A challenge arranged by those who jealously resented her many awards. Before she could cast a spell, Veyne's voice rang out.

"Disarmae!" he cried as he whipped out his wand.

Fiona almost hesitated, but then flipped the wand away. It clattered uselessly onto the concrete floor. Just as Rod pulled out his wand, Lord Malachai Veyne cried, "Dormeus!" She looked back and saw that Will also stayed in character as he went stone still. She looked back at the impressively realistic-looking cosplayer and asked, "What do you want from us?"

"I want nothing from him," Malachai Veyne said in his hissing voice, barely glancing at Rod. "But I have several needs from you. I want you to bring me Rowan Ashburn. But first," he said softly, "it's been far too long since I enjoyed being corporeal. 22 years of being nothing but a vapourous soul. Too long since I savored the pleasures of flesh, the flesh of a woman."

She looked back at the cameras in the corners of the room. Was this part of some show? If she broke character, would the whole world see it? She'd won award after award for being best in show, and was this a test? Was it a trap? She felt the same arousal she felt when Cassian pressed her against the wall. "I'll do nothing for you. Rowan's my friend, and as for your deviant desires, you can summon Belladonna. She's your obedient little whore."

She started to turn when Lord Malachai Veyne hissed, "Dominous!" his wand pointed at her chest.

Fiona wanted to resist, wanted to run, but the cameras were recording everything. As no one had ever resisted the Dominous Curse, she stopped and put on a blank look, facing the tall, evil-looking man.

"I knew you were a submissive little pigblood," Malachai Veyne said softly. "Now, be a good little slut and drop to your knees."

Fiona was impressed with her ability to stay in character as she knelt on the floor, her face inches from the front of the Soulless Lord's robe. 'Was there a pronounced bulge before?' she wondered. Her eyes were glued to the snake-like protrusion as the man pulled up the hem, revealing the longest, fattest cock she'd ever seen. It was already twice the size of Will's, yet throbbing larger. Unconsciously, she licked her lips while feeling her panties getting soaked.

"Go on. You know what to do. We all know how you suck Rowan's cock whenever Rod's not around. Don't deny it. I can see inside the weak boy's head whenever I want to. He thinks that you're the best cocksucker he's ever met. You have considerable skills. Little pigbloods like you need to get skillful at all sorts of ways to please us purebloods," Malachai Veyne said in his softest, iciest voice.

Staying in character, Fiona grabbed the massive cock with both hands, opened her jaw as wide as she could, and took the huge head into her mouth.

Will wanted to break character, but firm hands on both shoulders stopped him. This wasn't happening. These events were fantasies, G-rated, PG at worst, not X-rated. He also noticed the cameras and wondered if they were lured into a porn shoot, but as Fiona wasn't fighting it, wasn't resisting, he had to stay dormified. Then, he remembered the incredible sex they had after Cassian cornered her. What would she allow him to do to her that night?

Fiona was surprised how easily she could accommodate the massive shaft and how deeply she could take him into her mouth. Then she heard Malachai Veyne hiss another command.

"Shackle the Redwick boy in the chair so he can watch as I convert his sweet girlfriend into one of my loyal followers, begging for me to gift her my cock. She'll have a tattoo of my cock on her forearm rather than my sigil, when we're done with her tonight."

Fiona heard Will try to break character as he struggled. She wanted to tell him to pull it together, but with Malachai Veyne's hand on her head and her mouth filled with cock, she felt powerless. Hearing the man say he'd fuck her into submission should have angered her, but instead caused her pussy to flood her panties even more. She had an image of wringing them out as she sucked eagerly on the majestic shaft. She was swallowing an impressive amount of precum, more than when Will (not that that happened often) came in her mouth as she took more of him into her throat.

"Remove her robe and all her clothes. Then stuff her panties, if the little slut's wearing any, into Redwick's mouth to shut him up," Malachai Veyne ordered.

Fiona's knees turned to jelly as she felt layer after layer pulled off her. Was she lifting her knees because of the curse or because he wanted to be naked in a room full of horny, powerful men? Viscerally, she could feel the cameras on her as she felt cool air on her naked body, and heard the gasps from the black-robed men. Her nipples reacted by hardening from the cool air and her excitement. Why was she pleased hearing the comments?

'Fuck! Look at those huge puppies! Gravity-defying! Did she use the Nulla Gravitas spell on her tits?"

"I know. Have you ever seen such perfect nipples? I hope the Soulless Lord will let me fuck those tits."

"Check out that ass. Her asshole is just begging to be fucked!"

"Fuck! Did you see that cunt? I love a firecrotch. Softest pubes I ever felt," another man said.

"The bitch is so aroused, her panties are soaked. You felt her cunt, Desterious; she really wet? Shit, I can smell her arousal! She sure wants the Soulless Lord's cock inside her."

"Dripping," Desterious responded. "Really aroused and dripping."

Then, she heard Will's protests muffled when someone stuffed her sopping panties into his mouth. She should have been scared, should have been angry, but instead, she felt her pussy angrily throb, demanding attention, demanding a huge cock. Was this what she truly wanted all those years of cosplay? To be used by those she was supposed to hate? As she was considering that, Malachai Veyne pulled back. Unconsciously, she leaned forward, her jaws opened wide to keep his huge cock in her mouth, but his hand on her head stopped her.

Malachai Veyne looked over at the struggling Will. "See? Already your slut girlfriend can't get enough of my cock, and I am just starting to enjoy all her holes. I want to try out that cunt of hers. Last time I fucked a pigblood was back in Blackthorn University. She was great until she passed out and I got bored. Gave her to my followers to enjoy. Last I ever saw of her. She disappeared after that," he mused.

Fiona was lifted to her feet, hands gripping her boobs, pinching her erect nipples. She was led over to where Will was sitting.

"You know what to do. Bend over and beg me to fuck you," Malachai Veyne hissed.

Fiona wondered if she still would have complied as instantly had she not been given the Dominousus curse? Bracing herself on Will's taped arms, she bent over as she parted her legs. Unconsciously, she hoped that she was sufficiently presenting her ass and pussy to the tall, powerful man. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me," she begged in a monotone. She looked down and wanted to groan when she saw that Will's cock was angrily tenting his robe. Then, she looked in her husband's eyes and saw a combination of arousal and... fear? "Aaaahhhh, fuck!" she grunted as huge hands gripped her ass and the plump head slid deep inside her.

The tall man wasted no time as he thrust into the tight cunt, over and over. After just 30 seconds, Fiona screamed that she was cumming. Then a minute after she came down, another orgasm built up inside her.

Malachai's cock never felt bigger, never felt more like a weapon as he stabbed the girl's cunt with forceful thrusts. At first, he wanted to hear the girl beg him to stop, but as she kept cumming, the harder he fucked her. Knowing he owned her, that in the future she'd do anything he asked, he felt a huge hormonal surge.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Harriet grunted with each assault on her nearly virgin pussy. 'How deep? How deep is he inside me?' she wondered as another tingling built up inside her.

Will's eyes widened as he watched his wife getting fucked, and not just getting fucked, cumming over and over. Her huge tits flopped with each of Malachai Veyne's powerful thrusts, her sweaty upper torso was bright red, and her eyes were unfocused and glazed. He hated that the sight turned him on, and without any way to ignore the sight in front of him, he felt the aching in his balls increase. Then, without touching himself, he came in his pants, causing a large dark stain to appear on his robe.

One of the Soul Suckers grabbed a flopping tit, squeezing it roughly. Then, another grabbed the other, and even though they were painfully rough, it triggered yet another orgasm.

Malachai Veyne bent over the much smaller woman as he picked up the pace. He slapped away the other men's hands as he grabbed those massive tits. Pressing his chest against the girl's naked back, he drove even deeper inside her, triggering yet another orgasm. He marveled at his ability to hold off, but then when Fiona came once again, he let out a roar, shoving as hard as he could against her ass, cumming hard inside her. He lay panting on the girl's sweaty back as he felt the powerful orgasmic pulses fade. He stood, pulled his slimy cock out from the tight hole and staggered back. "Fuck! Best cunt ever. Remedes, as my most loyal follower, you can enjoy her next. Not her ass. That's mine. Radetius, you can follow your brother. Then, the rest of you can do what you want with her... again, save her ass for me." He picked up the girl's robe and cleaned off his cock, tossing the Stormheart robe onto the floor. He grinned at Rod as Remedes pulled up his robe, stroking himself before slamming inside the dripping cunt.

After Radetius emptied his balls inside her, Harriet was lifted and placed across Rod's lap, so both her mouth and her cunt were freely accessible.

At one point, Fiona passed out from an intense orgasm, only to rouse as a slimy cocky straight from her pussy was shoved into her mouth. She idly wondered what the man would have done had she not been coherent enough to swallow. As soon as he pulled out of her mouth, another took its place. Her jaw ached, her pussy throbbed, yet none of those issues seemed to deter another orgasm. 'How many times?' she wondered. 'How many loads of cum have I swallowed? How many in my pussy?'

By the time the dozen Soul Suckers finished fucking Fiona's cunt and mouth, her legs had given out, and she lay sprawled across Will's lap. A pool of cum had flowed down her inner thighs and pooled onto the floor. There was another wet pool below her mouth. Cum? Saliva? She lost count of how many times she came, each one as powerful as the last. All her nerves in her body tingled, and just touching her clit just about triggered another.

Will wanted to be angry, wanted to struggle against the bonds, but with Fiona's naked body draped across his, her huge tits pressed against his arm, he too came a few times in his pants. The sight of cock after cock penetrating her married pussy and mouth should not have aroused him, but it did. For some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off the myriad shapes and sizes of cocks that used her holes. His neck ached from looking at her pussy being stretched by the many cocks, and her lips wrapped around the many, very large shafts. He'd never forget the sight of her red, glistening naked back as the men used her pussy and mouth for their pleasure.

Fiona had lost track of time, lost track of who was fucking her, and, more importantly, she stayed in character. She kept asking herself, 'How would Harriet act under the Dominous Curse?' She obeyed every command she was given, even licking Remedes' and Radetius' asses when they ordered her to. Then, when all the Soul Suckers used her pussy for their pleasure, Malachai Veyne ordered them to stand back. He scooped up all the cum flowing out of her very used, very swollen, very sopping pussy to lubricate her ass. When ordered to spread her ass cheeks, even in her exhausted state, she never hesitated. The searing pain was almost too much, yet she didn't try to push him away, didn't protest. And soon, as the huge man pumped furiously into her anus, the pain faded into pleasure, and she came again, over and over.

With another roar, Malachai Veyne came deep inside her rectum. He pulled out, slapped her hard on the left butt cheek, and nodded to his followers. "It is done. She is mine and mine alone. When I call her, she'll come. She'll never enjoy any other cock and always crave mine," he said. He accepted her robe when one of his followers handed it to him. As he cleaned the slime off his cock, he nodded to another pair of Soul Suckers who gathered up the cameras.

Fiona was in a daze as she felt cool air not just on her body, but inside her rectum. Then she felt something long and straight shoved deep in her ass. She heard a man's rough laughter.

"I always told you the pigblood had a stick up her ass," he said.

"Let's see the little bitch curse us like that," another laughed.

Then, with a swishing of robes, the group left.

She realized that there was no cock in her pussy, her ass, or her mouth, so she roused herself. As she lay across Will's lap, she felt behind her. The familiar feel of the butt end of her wand was sticking out of her ass. She extracted it and groaned. Then, as if she were doing her 100th push-up, she stood. As she pulled herself to her feet, she felt a huge sticky spot on her stomach, causing her to wonder how one of the Soul Suckers ejaculated there. When she realized it was Will, she just nodded at him as if ejaculating while she was fucked by other men was totally normal. Then, she pulled her panties out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry. I should have stopped them," Will said after flexing his jaw.

"Shhhh. We could have broken character, but we didn't. He Dormeused you. He gave me the Dominous Curse," she said as she wiped her wand with the sopping panties. She looked around for the cameras, but they were gone. "Maybe someone didn't like that I win Best of Show all the time and wanted video showing I wouldn't stay in character. Who knows?" She bent over to pick up her clothes and robe. She groaned seeing the myriad shiny fluids coating her robe, but she shrugged it on anyhow. She didn't bother with the sopping panties, tossing them into a trash can on the way out. By the time they left the room, the place was almost deserted.

The janitorial staff looked curiously at the couple as they headed out to meet their Uber.

Will didn't get his wish that Fiona might be hornier than usual that night. Nor the next night, or the one after that. She was withdrawn and quiet. He wanted to broach the subject of her gangbang, but had no idea how to.

Finally, four days after the Expo, Fiona seemed herself. Dinner was normal, and they discussed normal things like work. She didn't bring up their plans to attend the Expo the next weekend, and Will didn't ask. After dinner, Fiona told Will that she'd take care of the dishes. He nodded as she picked up plates, taking them into the kitchen. He shook his head, hearing her humming a tune as if nothing happened the previous weekend. He decided to read to take his mind off all the images of huge cocks pistoning into his wife's pussy. Perhaps it was his imagination, perhaps they were real memories, but the cocks got longer and fatter in his mind.

Will was lying on the bed reading, and Fiona came in wearing her Stormheart robe. She crawled up onto the bed, unzipped Will's pants, pulled out his cock and took him into her mouth. As soon as he was erect, she popped his cock out of her mouth and looked at him. "I'm yours to do with as you please," she said before plunging her mouth back onto his cock.

Will had thought about the Expo, thought a lot about how Fiona reacted to being used, and he decided to see how far she'd take this. "The Soulless Lord told me that you would be eager to please. He told me that as a reward for my loyalty, I can do what I want with you. Keep sucking, and then lick my ass. When I tell you, you'll get the lube in the bathroom and prepare your ass. Don't stop sucking. Nod if you are going to obey the Soulless Lord." Before the gangbang, Will would never have had his wife lick his ass, but after seeing her press her tongue against those men's puckered holes, he had to see if she would do him.

Fiona looked at her husband and nodded. Then, she popped his cock out of her mouth and pulled down his pants. Pushing up his knees, she licked her way down his scrotum to his ass.

Will groaned as she continued to jerk him off as she eagerly probed his tight bud with her tongue. This was a different Fiona than the one he had married, and rather than being troubled by it, he found himself considering the possibilities. He thought about Tom and Alan, his two video gaming friends who both told him that they'd kill to have one evening with Fiona to play with her tits. Steve had that controller he wanted. Or his Dad, who slapped him on his shoulder at their wedding, with the comment, "You lucky dog. If she's just half as eager to fuck as she looks, you'll be one happy man!" Every time they got with his Dad, Will saw how he looked at Fiona. Those were not fatherly looks, and definitely not fatherly hugs. Fathers don't grab their daughter's asses.

Fiona continued to lick Will's ass as she rubbed the leaking precum into the shaft. The act was arousing, but it would have been more enjoyable if his cock were a bit larger, like all the Soul Suckers', or huge like Malachai Veyne's. In her head, she no longer thought of them as cosplayers, but as real wizards. Did she truly fake complying when he gave her the Dominous Curse, or was she truly bound to obeying his every command? She could have tried to resist or at least hesitate, but she did neither. She instantly did whatever he told her. Even when told to spread her ass cheeks, she never hesitated. Now, here she was doing something she'd always thought disgusting, yet as she pressed her tongue inside Will's anus, her pussy throbbed eagerly.

By the end of the night, Will had cum three times, once in her ass, once in her pussy, and finally, in her mouth. He slapped her bare ass and sighed, "The Soulless Lord will be pleased to hear that you've been so compliant. This weekend he wants to meet with you again," Will said. He said that partially because he was curious if she'd want to go back, and partially because he wondered if that would excite her. Where did the recordings go? Were there recordings, or was there a viewing room? If so, it wasn't a good look for him, though he stayed in character. On the other hand, Fiona stole the show. No one would even remember he was there. Again, he slapped her ass and continued, "The Soulless Lord said you are not to wear any underwear. In fact, just wear your robe. Got it?" he asked firmly.

Fiona nodded. "Yes, tell my Lord, I'll obey. Nothing but my robe."

Even though Fiona had said she would attend the Expo's final weekend, Will was still surprised to see her dressed and ready to go. She had either forgotten or never been serious when she agreed to wear nothing but her robe, because she arrived in full Stormheart regalia. Skirt, white shirt, tie, and robe. She seemed totally unconcerned with what happened to her on the previous visit.

When they arrived, heads turned toward them, or rather, toward Fiona. It was as if they all knew what happened. How was it possible that everyone seemed to know what went on in that room? Were there truly videos, and did all these attendees see them? Will had done deep research to see if any videos showed up on the various porn sites, and if there was one thing Will knew, it was which porn sites were most likely to get this type of material. Nothing. Not even an image.

Fiona walked down the aisles as if no one noticed her, but she wasn't oblivious to their stares. Conversations stopped as she approached, bodies turned to face her, and the murmurs started up as soon as she passed. Some even ran up to her asking for her autograph. Stunned, she signed each one, 'Harriet F.' Then, she heard her name. She stopped and looked over to the stage.

"Harriet Fiona! Come up here." Cosplayers were referred to by their character identities first and their given names second. She glanced around to see if there were any other Harriet Fionas before heading over to the steps closest to her. The guard at the base stepped aside, but put a hand on Will's chest.

"Just her," he said. "You can sit out there," he said, pointing to the rows of seats.

Fiona felt exposed as she headed up the steps. She looked back and saw hundreds of coplayers streaming in to take seats. 'What's going on?' she wondered. 'And why is there a movie screen?'

The Emcee came over, put an arm around her waist, and led her to the center of the stage. "We were hoping you'd show, though we had doubts after your wonderful display last weekend. Smile and wave. These are your fans," he said cheerfully.

Fiona complied and watched in amazement as at least 1,000 cosplayers stood and clapped as she faced them. She put up her hand and realized that she had forgotten how to wave. It was halfway between the Queen waving at her subjects and a teenager waving goodbye to his parents after being dropped off at college. 'What the hell is going on? Will told me that nowhere were the videos to be found and that most likely they were for the personal use of the Malachai Veyne player,' she asked herself.

Just as she thought that, the clapping increased, and she saw most of the audience were looking behind her and to her right. She looked back and saw the tall black-robed figure of the Malachai Veyne cosplayer striding over to where they stood. She felt her legs go weak as the memories of the incredible fucking blasted through her mind. He seemed even taller than when he fucked her senseless. She was glad that she'd worn panties as she was gushing.

As soon as the man came up, he hugged her, stroking her ass as he waved to the crowd. Then, he leaned over and said softly, "You owe me. I made you famous."

Fiona felt as naked up on that stage as she had been in the room. Did he truly claim her when he said that she was his? A rush went through her entire body as he pressed his cock against her. She tried to collect herself as her nipples reacted. At least the robe would hide them.

The Emcee put up his hands. "Players! Welcome and thank you to all. This has been the greatest season ever and no one will ever forget this year's Expo. Let's give a huge round of applause to Harriet Fiona and Malachai Veyne Michael!" He grinned at Fiona. "Your ability to stay in character will be legendary!"

Fiona blushed as she heard the loud applause before turning and seeing Michael behind her on the big screen. This was a view that she only imagined. The tall man's muscular ass flexing against her round creamy ass. She wanted to run and hide, seeing her completely naked body get used by Malachai Veyne and various Soul Suckers. It didn't help that her bits were pixelated, her face blurred; the damage was done. Everyone knew that she'd allowed herself to be gangbanged by Malachai Veyne and his Soul Suckers. It then occurred to her that she was more humiliated to have been fucked by her cosplayer enemies than that thousands of people saw her naked.

"In an amazing display of staying in character while under the Dominous curse, Harriet Fiona never broke. This is what we all strive for. How many of you would have remained in character when put to this type of test? And, Malachai Veyne Michael! Have any of you ever met a more convincing player?"

Fiona and Michael both stood, looking out at the now more than 2,000 attendees, while Fiona's moans echoed from the screen behind them. "Uh, uh, uh, uh," she rhythmically grunted as the various Soul Suckers pounded her pussy. She had no memory of making any sounds, just the feelings of many massive shafts ripping into her pussy.

The emcee put up his hands, "So, after sending these videos to our friends over at Edinburgh Studios, both our incredible players have been invited for two weeks in beautiful London, England, and Scotland where they will be given a tour of the areas where most of the filming was done. Two weeks, completely paid, first-class airfare, a suite fit for royalty, and every accommodation they could ask for provided at no charge!"

The crowd clapped louder, except for a lone figure off to the side. Will looked stunned, wondering who Malachai Veyne Michael was. Was his boss the man who fucked his wife, not some random player? Had he planned all this? He replayed the company get-togethers; the number of times Michael drew Fiona away for a drink, or asked to dance. Was it possible he arranged all this, including the trip to Great Britain? Then, he thought back to the times Will had mentioned that he and Fiona loved the Blackthorn Expo. Michael always shook his head, dismissing it. He looked at the screen as Michael elbowed aside a Soul Sucker, pulled up his robe, and drove his cock into Harriet's ass. Even pixelated, there was no disguising the fact that Michael's cock was huge. He heard gasps from the audience when they showed him penetrate his wife. Men groaned. Women squealed. He'd never seen Michael naked, but then he remembered having to pick up supplies on one of their many trips. Michael almost always arranged for an escort on his trips. One time, Will was told to get a pack of Durex XXL. He complained that they barely fit, but they were the best he could get.

Fiona's head was spinning. Did he say 'a suite?' Not two suites? And is it possible that Will isn't invited? On the other hand, if Edinburgh Studios were footing the bill, they'd want to keep their overall expenses down. Then, another thought occurred to her. Two weeks with a powerful, tall man with the biggest cock she'd ever seen triggered a hormonal surge. Will would have to understand. He had to; this was an incredible opportunity! To see all the places where the movies were shot? To meet other characters? To spend two weeks alone with the man with the most incredible cock she'd ever had inside her? Reluctantly, she forced herself to pay attention to the emcee.

"New Year's in London. You both will be part of their annual celebration and be able to show off your costumes and impressive commitment to your personas! What an incredible opportunity, for both of you!"

Will turned and headed out before the emcee was done. He texted Fiona that he wasn't feeling well and he'd catch an Uber. He couldn't watch any more as the video looped back to when Fiona dutifully dropped to her knees. Did she know this player? During one of the many times she and his boss got together, had they planned this? He shook his head. Fiona's a great actress, but she looked shocked. She couldn't have known. After the gangbang, the only time she brought it up was to question whether someone was testing her commitment to her character.

Will's stomach hurt as he tried to distract himself. In the three hours alone in the house, he tried to watch Netflix; read; and organize his workbench, but nothing he did drove images of Fiona getting fucked by strangers out of his head.

Fiona finally came home after 11, looking exhausted. Will wanted to ask her how many Soul Suckers she fucked this time, but when she kissed him, he sensed and smelled nothing out of the ordinary. All she said was that she was beat from all the photo sessions and interviews. Then, she said how sorry she was that he was left out of everything and not invited to go to England. Never once, did she suggest that if Will couldn't go, neither would she. So, Will asked her about that.

"I protested. I even said we'd pay your way, but John, the emcee, showed me the contract I have to sign. Under no circumstances are we allowed to break character for the entire two weeks. No family members allowed, no spouses. We aren't even allowed to have cell phones. I guess they want us to look as real as possible. I thought about it and then realized that you and your boss go off and fly around the world on your trips. Never once do you invite me. Remember Rome? I would have killed to see St. Peter's Basilica; the Colosseum, and the Trevi Fountain. But you never even suggested it."

Will groaned. "Michael made it clear when I was hired on that these trips were business and business only."

"And there you go. This trip is for Leavesden Studios, and them only. I'm sorry that you can't go; I really am, but can you picture us going to all these places and having to get you out of the pictures, the videos?" Fiona asked. "Look, I'll make it up to you; I really will. Before I leave, you can do what you want to me; I'll be whomever you want. And when I get back, I'll be your good little slut. I know you teased me that Tom and Alan want to fuck me. If you want, you can give me to them," she said as she stroked the front of his pants. She had no idea if Will wanted that, but he sure got hard when she said it.

Upon arriving at work on Monday, Will was informed that he would be temporarily reassigned to Tanya Spaulding, effective before New Year's. Michael said he'd be taking a couple of weeks off to tour Europe. He had no idea how to ask if this was for the Blackthorn tour, so he just nodded. He decided he'd find out eventually if his boss were the Malachai Veyne player.

Fiona was true to her word the entire week before she was picked up in the limo. As he stood in the drive watching the long black car drive off, he wondered how he'd survive two weeks without seeing or hearing from his wife. On the other hand, he'd need at least two days to recover..

He thought back to when he was five and his father hinted that Santa might bring him a bicycle for Christmas. That was just three weeks before the holiday, and it felt like an eternity. The two weeks that Fiona was gone felt like 10 times that. It wasn't like he never saw her, or heard about where she was. He found a fan website dedicated to the entire trip.

Every day, there were multiple postings of the event. It hadn't occurred to him, but coplayers from all over the world were there. He hated to see photos and videos of Rob, Harriet, and Rowan with their arms around each other. None would have caused concern, except there was a video of all the players coming to breakfast. In the back were Malachai Veyne and Harriet. They were saying something to each other, and her hair was unkempt, and she was flushed. Will knew that look, knew it well. She always looked like this after a good fucking.

Then, he came across another site. One that had unofficial videos and photos. None of the official postings showed Malachai Veyne and Harriet together, unless they were facing off. This site showed different encounters.

One was of Malachai Veyne and Harriet sitting in a dark bar, stroking the serpent, Sliver. Will did not like how she was looking up at the man's face. The disturbing part of the picture was that Fiona's hand was gripping the front of Michael's pants. The caption read, "Harriet has two large serpents to worship."

There were more, many more showing Fiona and Michael together, all making Will's stomach hurt. There was one with Harriet on Malachai Veyne's lap, his hands under her robe clutching her huge breasts. The caption read, "Rod never could handle Harriet, but the Soulless Lord's found a way." Another looked like Harriet was giving Malachai Veyne a lap dance, Malachai Veyne's large hands on her clearly bare ass. This one said, "The Order of Hawk has a new weapon to tame Malachai Veyne!"

Will no longer had any doubt that it was his boss who was Malachai Veyne when he zoomed in on the large hand on Fiona's ass. There it was: Michael's Stanford class ring. His head spun thinking back to how they interacted at the company events. He also couldn't shake the images of his wife cumming over and over as the tall man fucked her with a force that should have injured her. Now, they are sharing a suite, or suites in Great Britain, freely fucking.

Then, he came across a video of two men DPing Fiona in a suite. He recognized Michael sitting on the couch, but not the two men. He assumed they were father/son Valeharts with their almost white hair. 'Who else has she fucked?' he wondered.

The Friday before Fiona and Michael were due to return, he went into Tanya's office. "Have a minute?" he asked.

The 35-year-old blonde smiled and nodded. "Sit. What's up? Let me say before you start how I'll miss you. When Marge left for maternity leave, you miraculously were available. I don't know how you took over so smoothly, but I was impressed. Anyhow, what can I do for you?"

Will explained his suspicions about who Malachai Veyne Michael was and that he was most likely fucking Fiona. Tanya asked to see the pictures and videos, then nodded.

"I remember your wife. Beautiful. Very nice figure. Michael never wasted time finding her at our get-togethers. I suspect what you suspect," she said. "I'm not sure I could work for the man who cuckolded me."

Will nodded. "Cuckolded. I never liked that term, but it describes how I feel. I can't work for Michael anymore. Even if this is just a massive coincidence, I'd always wonder. Have you opened a req for a new Admin?" he asked.

Tanya smiled, "I was going to, but it looks like I won't have to. I'll put in a Job Change today. There's just one thing. How will Fiona feel going on business trips with your boss, a woman?"

Will laughed, "You mean, a beautiful woman? Like Fiona going off with my boss?"

Tanya smiled, "That does raise interesting possibilities. She might suspect, but what could she possibly say about us being on a trip together? What could be more common and businesslike than an executive and her admin going on business trips?" She came around the desk, put her ass on the edge, and smiled down at her new admin. She parted her legs, invitingly. "I would need my admin to take care of my needs on some of my more stressful trips." She parted her legs farther to see how he'd react. When he pushed her legs apart even more, she sighed. She smiled as she lay back on the desk as Will kissed his way up her inner thighs. "Fuck! You and I are going to get along famously," she panted as Will pushed aside her thong.

Will felt better, a lot better about Fiona fucking his boss after an hour with his future boss. His thoughts went from anticipating the myriad trips he would be taking, to wondering whose cock Fiona might have inside her at that time.

Will lost count of how many times he'd jerked off in the past two weeks. Every time he came it was while seeing Fiona getting fucked by Michael, or a random stranger. Then, the night before Fiona was to return, he opened up the site and saw an amazing scene. Fiona and a redhead girl were passionately kissing with a large group of players cheering them on. She had never indicated any bisexual side, but she wasn't holding back. Three hours later after jerking off four times, he finally fell asleep.

* * *

When Fiona returned, she dreaded facing her husband. She had a lot to tell him. A lot to atone for, and no idea where to begin. So much had happened. She'd done so many things he should hate her for. During the entire ride from DIA to their home, she rehearsed explanations, apologies, and half-truths, searching for some version of events that might soften her husband's anger. At least she could finally talk to him. The rules had been brutal: no cell phone, no contact, no exceptions. The silence had been its own kind of hell. At Heathrow, she stared at the iPhone for a good 15 minutes before she hit dial. It might have been wishful thinking, but Will was happy to hear her voice and sounded eager to see her.

As she rehearsed what she was going to say to Will, she replayed all the things she wished she regretted doing.

Michael's identity was a mystery until they checked into their suite. He stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed after removing the latex mask to take a shower. He didn't even bother putting on a robe. Fiona first stared at the 10" of fat cock dangling between the man's legs, then travelled up his torso to his face. She gasped as she saw who it was. "I thought... you said that cosplay was for teens."

Michael nodded. "That was before I tried it. You inspired me. Those Soul Suckers? You met all of them at the company events. You even danced with many of them. I decided to see how far you'd take your commitment to your character. I never thought it would take us here, but hell! I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth," he said as he stepped closer. He kept to himself the fact that it was Will who had planted the idea. 'Fiona never breaks character. Many have tried but she stays true no matter what the test is,' he proudly stated. Michael smiled to himself. He looked at the beautiful girl in anticipation of the next two weeks. Then, in Malachai Veyne 's cold, silken voice he ordered, "Suck my cock, you slutty pigblood."

It was then that Fiona knew that she had obeyed before, not to stay in character, but because she truly was a slut. She slid off the couch onto her knees, using her mouth to bring him to his full 12". She was basking in her fifth orgasm when Michael suggested they shower and meet for the group dinner. She groaned and nodded. "I was hoping you'd be up for a third round, but it can wait."

The next few days were exhausting as they met dozens of fellow cosplayers at the various sites. The posing, the staying in character, and the long days made enjoying each other's naked bodies tough each night. Once per night had been more than enough with Will, but she couldn't get enough of the man's huge gift. She thought back to the sixth morning after she and Michael had fucked for 5 hours straight. She woke him up at 2:30 AM, sucking his huge cock, frustrated that their events went long the night before. That led to non-stop sex until 6:30 when they realized that they had a 7 AM breakfast. She had cum flowing down her inner thighs as they were in a hurry to throw on their costumes and she couldn't find her panties. At least they were in the back so if Will were watching the broadcast, he'd never notice that they came in together.

Then, there was the evening when Michael invited Lucius and Cassian Valehart up to see their suite. Michael sat back as the two men sandwiched her, their hands groping, and stripping her naked. Then, he videotaped the Valeharts using all her holes. She wondered where he got the camera, but as they confiscated their phones, he must have purchased it. After the two men were done with her, they left her sprawled out on the carpet, naked. Then Lucius handed Michael a small stack of pounds, while receiving the recording device. Then the two men thanked her, calling her a good pigblood whore, which she felt was deserved.

It was the last day that she regretted the most. The organizers rented out a pub, where there was a lot of drinking and flirting. On one wall was a large TV, 100"? A football game was played on the screen, largely ignored by the crowd, though a handful of spectators remained glued to it. Late that evening, she realized that she and Michael had only one night left. She was just about to suggest they return to their suite when the evening changed.

She was talking to a group of people she'd gotten to know when she heard the football fans groan loudly. The groans turned to cheers as the video from the Denver Expo came up. She looked over in time to see her drop to her knees to take Malachai Veyne 's cock in her mouth.

Her gaze darted around the room, searching desperately for an organizer who could put a stop to this, but she found no one. Nearby, Malachai Veyne was surrounded by a cluster of Soul Suckers, and a chill of dread crept through her. The only other time she had seen the video was on the final day of the Denver Expo, and all her bits were blurred or pixelated. This was raw and uncut. She watched herself standing naked in a circle of players before being led over to where Will was tied down. There was a cheer as Malachai Veyne shoved his huge cock deep inside her pussy. Her humiliation was mixed with the intense memories of the massive invader inside her pussy.

Then, a group of Soul Suckers surrounded her, wands out. One of them ordered her to come with them. Unwillingly, her unsteady legs carried her to Malachai Veyne, with more of his dark-robed group.

"Harriet. My newest loyal follower. Why don't you show everyone here your incredible gifts?" He chuckled. "I know. They've all seen them," he nodded at the large screen, "but you know how videos can be modified," he said coldly.

Fiona shook her head and started to back away when Malachai Veyne whipped out his wand and cried, "Dominus!" On cue, she froze, facing the tall man, a blank look on her face. In her head, she was telling herself to run, but another, louder voice told her to stay. 'What damage to my reputation could occur that already hasn't?'

Malachai Veyne smiled. "Good little slut. Now, show them. Show your friends what gifts you are hiding."

As he said that, someone snorted derisively off to the side. Malachai Veyne spun, pointed his wand, and cried, "Dominus," at the Virginia cosplayer. She looked like she wanted to back away, but Malachai Veyne sneered, "Futile. It's futile to fight it. Come on, you Stormheart slut, take off your clothes and stand by your friend, Harriet."

"Wait! No!" the Rowan Ashburn character cried.

"Ah, the Boy Who Endured," Malachai Veyne hissed. "Are you going to stop this?"

The boy shook his head. "I want first crack at Virginia. I've been working her, and she's still a virgin. I want first shot at that tight pussy."

Malachai Veyne smiled evilly. "So, the Boy Who Lusted. Yesss, yes, you can have the first shot at her pussy, but I will go next." He looked at all the Soul Suckers. "And no one touches her virgin ass. That's mine."

Rowan nodded. "Deal. Our wands share the same core. Let's share some tight pussy." He looked at Virginia. "Go on. You can't fight it. You can't fight the Dominous Curse"

Virginia hesitated, but the Tobin (or was it Thomas) player pushed her from behind. "Go on sis, show everyone else what we've seen." After looking around and seeing no one supporting her, she numbly pulled off her robe and all her other clothes. She then walked stiffly over to the beautiful, naked Harriet.

There were murmurs from the group surrounding the two girls, commenting on their raw beauty; how great their firecrotches looked; and what holes the men wanted. Even some of the women made comments. The Belladonna cosplayer begged the Soulless Lord for the two girls when he was done with them.

Malachai smiled, "You've been with me through everything. Yes, when we're done, they are yours to do with as you please. He circled the two redheads, grinning evilly. "Nice. Very nice. OK, let's see how close you two are. Kiss," Malachai Veyne ordered.

Staying in character, Fiona pulled the beautiful naked redhead against her, planted her lips on hers, and kissed as if they were lovers. Their sizable breasts mashed together, and they enmeshed their thighs, unconsciously grinding against each other.

Fiona assumed the girl would resist, or at most go through the motions, but as soon as she parted her lips, Virginia's tongue was in her mouth. It occurred to Fiona that she never caught the girl's real name, but by her accent she had to be Irish. As they rubbed against each other, she felt her pussy throb eagerly, especially feeling their erect nipples rubbing together.

"That's it. Show all of us how wonderfully close you both are... that's it. Now, we've all seen how orgasmic Harriet is, but let's see if Virginia is just as orgasmic."

Someone had spread their robes out on the pub floor, and the two girls dropped down, their fingers buried in each other's pussies, rubbing furiously. Harriet sucked on one of Virginia's nipples as she added a third finger inside her vagina.

Someone called out. "Eat pussy. We want 69!"

Both Virginia and Harriet ignored the boy until Malachai Veyne gave the same order. Then, as the crowd cheered, the two girls repositioned themselves so that Harriet was on top of Virginia, her pussy planted on her face. As Harriet ran her tongue down the wet slit, she had her first taste of another woman's pussy. Many of the sisters spent nights together, and she had had offers, but had never acted on them, even though tempted. The Irish girl seemed to know her way between a woman's legs, so it was hard for her to concentrate on pleasuring the girl. As she licked and probed the tangy, sopping slit, Virginia's mouth was clamped on her pussy, her tongue flicking on her clit.

Fiona was grateful that none of the players had gotten their phones back as she dreaded this being out on the web. It was bad enough that she was gangbanged by Soul Suckers, but giving a lesbian show to a large group of perverts seemed even worse. Then, she heard Malachai Veyne's icy voice.

"Lick each other's asses. Get your friend ready to get anally pleasured while you eat each other out. "Go to the bar, see if they have butter," he ordered a follower. Then, he looked at another Soul Sucker. "You can have Harriet's; I'm claiming the Redwick slut's ass."

Just months ago, Fiona would have scoffed at the idea she'd ever touch, let alone lick an asshole, but here she was trying to push her saliva into Virginia's asshole. First, she licked the Soul Suckers' assholes, then Will's, and now, this girl's. On the other hand, this was the first time anyone had done her and she liked it. She was savoring the feeling of Virginia's tongue opening her anus up when she felt strong hands rolling her and Virginia onto their sides. Then, as she moved back to the girl's pussy, a slick, huge cock slid across her forehead, pressed against the tiny hole, and with a pop, slid right in. She hated to admit that she felt jealous as she knew that cock. Knew it well.

Just as she watched Virginia's ass getting used, she felt pressure on hers, before feeling the searing pain of being suddenly stretched open wide. She grunted against Virginia's pussy while the girl moaned against hers. A minute later, Virginia let out a cry as she orgasmed. Fiona flicked her tongue on the hard clit as she came, stopping only when the girl relaxed.

The man fucking Fiona's ass didn't last long and with a groan, he pulled out of her ass. Then, she felt more hands on her as she was pulled away from Virginia and onto a man's body. She lowered herself onto his cock and then a minute later leaned forward as another man filled up her ass again. She looked over at Virginia riding Rowan Ashburn's cock in the same position, Malachai Vayne's cock in her ass, and another in her mouth.. As she was feeling left out, hands pulled her head around and she was presented with a cock.

After what seemed like hours and dozens of cocks (and pussies), she had yet another cock in her ass and another in her pussy when she heard the pub owner call out, "Last orders!" She heard groans from the men waiting for a hole to open up. Soon, both men emptied their balls inside her, and after being rolled off the bottom man, she found herself lying naked on her side next to Virginia. Both smelled like semen, both were sweaty and splattered with cum.

Malachai Veyne stood over the two girls. "Before I release you both from the Dominous Curse, I want you to clean each other up."

Using what little energy they had left, Virginia and Harriet rolled over and began licking all the cum off each other. After doing each other's chest, stomach, and back, they moved down to their pussies and finally, their very used, very raw-looking assholes.

Fiona remembered little about getting into the taxi and returning to their hotel. She remembered Malachai Veyne wrapping her up, and a boy appearing to be Virginia's real boyfriend doing the same to her. That night was the first night when Michael didn't fuck her, or maybe he did. She slept so soundly that the England Olympic Rugby team could have fucked her and they wouldn't have awakened her.

The next day, she had trouble meeting everyone's eyes, except for Virginia. The girl came over and hugged her. "If I come to the States," she said in her ear, "I'd like to see you again." They exchanged addresses and cell numbers before the girl kissed her full on the lips.

The next morning, Michael sat her down on the couch. "I hope you know that last night, I did all that for you. I wondered what inferno burned inside Will's wife the first time I met you. Then, at the Expo, when you not only complied, you totally embraced your inner slut. Don't deny it," he said when Fiona shook her head. "Be honest. Would you have ever let yourself explore all those inner desires without me pushing you?"

Fiona thought about it, then nodded. "It's possible, but it would have been nice to get Will's OK, before I opened myself up."

Michael nodded. "Tacit approval. He confirmed that he loved seeing you getting fucked. How many times did he cum in his pants?"

"Three." She thought for a minute. "He did continue the fantasy back home," Fiona said, blushing.

"I'll bet he did. Look, whatever you need when we get back to make sure he's OK with your newly found desires, I'll help out." He stood. "Our ride will be here in 20 minutes. Maybe we can get one more quickie in on the flight home."

"Not happening," Fiona said. "This was fun, but the vacation's over. I have to get back to my life, my life with Will. I'm not kissing him with the taste of you in my mouth, not getting into bed with him with a reminder of another man inside me. I hope that's not too blunt," she said.

Michael chuckled. "I do wish I'd met you before you got married. You're the first woman who's ever made me question my commitment to bachelorhood."

"I hope you find someone, but I already feel bad for her," Fiona chuckled.

Will's stomach hurt as he waited for his wife to return home. He wanted to be angry with her for fucking other people, but how many times had he gotten hard either watching or imagining? On top of that, they both were in character when it all started, and he was just as culpable. He could have put a stop to it, but he didn't. Then, there was the incredible sex with his soon-to-be new boss, Tanya. How was he going to explain that... would he? Perhaps, Fiona needn't know that he fucked another woman. It was almost laughable that he felt a pang of guilt for putting his cock in another woman's pussy when Fiona had taken countless cocks in all her holes.

As the limo neared Fiona's and Will's house, Michael put a hand on her arm. "I understand how you feel, but admit it. Up until a month ago, you thought sex with Will was fine, satisfying. Now? Tell me the truth. In all your fantasies did you imagine so many incredible orgasms, so many erotic memories, such a wonderful variety of cocks filling up your holes?" he asked.

Fiona shook her head. "You did all this for me? You got nothing out of it? You got to use my body any way you wanted, the body, by the way, who's betrothed to your personal Admin. Tell me that didn't play a part in your getting off. Cuckolding Will. He's been nothing but a great employee and you seemingly planned all this to get in my pants and to cuckold him?"

Michael shook his head. "No. I never wanted to do anything to hurt Will, but you saw how he looked at you when we fucked you, how he reacted. He came multiple times and I'll guarantee you, he's been jerking off regularly over the past month." He shook his head. "No. I didn't plan any of this. Well, not the trip. The rest...? At first, I was captivated by how beautiful you were. I considered how to get my cock inside your sweet pussy. Then I found myself wondering how far you'd go to stay in character, so I wanted to test the boundaries just to see if you'd break. You never did. I was impressed. But it was you I fucked, not Harriet. I know that the Dominous Curse is almost impossible to fight, but I saw the lust on your face when you first saw my cock. You should thank me." Michael looked ahead. "We're almost here. Tell me that you'll see me again."

Fiona nodded. "I'm sure we'll see each other again, but that's because Will works for you. You'll have to content yourself with memories of all the perverse things you made me do, all the times you buried your cock deep inside me, filling me with your cum."

As they pulled in front of her house, Michael chuckled. "Deep inside, huh? You have my number. When the itch gets to be too much and Will's tiny cock never reaches it, call me."

Fiona shook her head. "This was fun, but the vacation's over. I love Will, and if he'll have me back, let me worry about taking care of my itches." She looked at the man, then patted the firm shaft on his pants. "I might make use of the memories you've given me, but those will be while with my husband. If I were you, I'd worry more about whether Will wants to stay on as your Admin. Did you ever think of that?" She gave his cock a quick squeeze, kissed him on his cheek just as the driver opened the door. "It was fun. Someday, I might thank you, but for now... later."

Will saw his wife say something to Michael before climbing out of the limo. Was she stroking his cock? What did she say? Thanks for fucking me with your huge cock? For letting me explore my slutty side? He opened the door and came out to greet his wife.

Fiona hesitated but seeing the smile on his face, ran over and hugged him. They kissed and held each other while the driver carried her bags to the front stoop and set them down. She looked over at the driver before reaching into her purse.

"No need, ma'am. It was my pleasure," the driver said, tipping his hat before turning and heading back to the limo.

Will thought of Fiona and Michael putting on a show in the limo, letting the driver watch, but quickly dismissed it as he felt his cock once again throbbing in his pants.

Fiona knew what he was thinking and shook her head. "Get your mind out of the gutter. We talked, that was all we did. Not sure what he meant by 'my pleasure,' but it had nothing to do with one of your fantasies... or should I call him back and have him drive Michael and me around for a while?" she asked as she ground her pussy against his hardening cock.

Will groaned. "You can't blame me. All I've had for two weeks are fantasies." He picked her up, carried her inside, ignored her luggage, and threw his wife on the bed.

When Will finally climbed out of bed three hours later to collect her bags, they were still there. Fiona lay on the bed in a post-orgasmic haze feeling amazingly spent. Will must have been saving up all his urges as he fucked her in ways that he'd never done before. 'Did he take a pill or something?' she wondered. He came four times, recovering amazingly quickly after the first three. 'Did he get off on the idea of me being with another man? A man with a huge cock?' As she thought that, she ran a finger down her wet and swollen slit recalling how wonderfully filling Michael's cock felt inside her.

When Will got back to the bedroom, Fiona was still lying naked on the bed, legs spread, looking totally satiated. "Fuck! Over the past couple of weeks, I had this vision in my head, though most of the time your body was covered by another man's."

Fiona shook her head. "Fuck! I'm so sorry..."

"No. No, I'm not mad. It was hot. It is hot. Thinking of you as the object of lust to so many men gets me so hard," he said as he sat on the bed. He ran a finger down her slit before pushing inside her. "I liked knowing that you let yourself go like that, let other men get to enjoy what I always enjoy." He added a second finger as he pumped deeper inside her. "When did you tell Michael that you'd see him again?" he asked.

Fiona shook her head. "I didn't. We're not."

"What did you say when he asked that same question?" Will asked. His fingers were covered in both his and Fiona's fluids, but he kept finger-fucking her,

"Uh, no. I told him, no. Uh, uh, fuck! Stop doing that unless..."

Will pulled out, undressed, and lay between her legs, shoving his cock inside her for the fifth time. "Unless what? This? Or, were you wanting Michael's cock?" he asked as he thrust hard inside her.

After getting hammered by Michael and all the other men, Fiona worried that she might not feel Will inside her. Nothing could have been further from the truth. He felt great as he powerfully fucked her. "Uh, uh, uh... wow! What's gotten into you? This is what, the fifth time? That has to be a record."

Will grinned. "What's gotten into me is the thought of how many have gotten into you. I love how willing you were to bend over, or to open your legs, hell, your mouth and your ass to all those men," Will said as he picked up the pace of his fucking.

Fiona groaned. Over the past few days, she struggled with the guilt of what she was doing while wondering how to cope with the newly awakened desire to let multiple men fuck her. "You... fuck! Say it, say you like me being a slut," she panted.

"I like being married to the most beautiful slut in the world. I liked watching Malachai Veyne use you, share you with his followers. I liked how you came over and over while being speared by other men's cocks," Will panted. "Fuck!" He cried as he came once again inside his wife's well-used pussy.

Fiona held onto her husband as he grunted through his orgasm. She felt her own coming on, but wanted to hear him say it. Tell her to fuck his friends, or share her with his father and uncle. Those two danced with her multiple times, getting to know her body almost as intimately as Will had.

As Will's orgasm faded, he raised himself, looked down at her sweaty body, her huge breasts glistening, and nodded. "Yes. I like you being a slut. I'd never make you fuck any guy you didn't want to, but if you want, I'd love it."

"Even your father? Uncle Ted?" she asked, stroking his chest.

Will grinned. "You know that they both told me they'd love to fuck you. Is that what you want?"

Fiona nodded. "I like your family. So warm, friendly. Especially, your Dad."

Will laughed. "Warm does begin to describe how much he wants you. He's definitely hot for you. What say we invite him, and Uncle Ted over next weekend?" he asked.

Fiona nodded. "We're getting with them in three weeks for Thanksgiving. I assume you want to go over what we should bring? That's really proactive of you."

"I like to plan," Will grinned down at her. "Also, in two weeks, it's my turn to host the biweekly poker game. Tom and Alan would really like to see you, along with RJ, Doug, and Jim. Remember the Halloween party? The girl with the French maid outfit?"

"Sarah. Sarah Travers. It wasn't a very complete outfit. She must have been in a hurry as she forgot panties," Fiona chuckled. "I can go to the costume store. I'm sure they have something I can wear to look the part. How are your friends at tipping?" she asked.

Will shook his head. "Terrible. No way they'll stop and 'just the tip,'" he grinned.

"Ooooohhhh, yes. I like guys who don't tease. God, yes. There, yes, yes, yessss," she groaned as another orgasm exploded inside her.

* * *

Will's and Fiona's lives changed after the Blackthorn Expo. Will's trips with Tanya were a lot different from those he took with Michael. They still booked suites, but now he was the one in the room with his boss rather than listening to her from the room next door. Fiona argued that if his boss needed him for duties beyond managing her calendar, then he owed it to her to be the best admin he could be.

Fiona had to clear space in her closet for the various costumes she acquired. Before the Expo, she and Will rarely entertained guests. Afterward, however, they seemed to find countless reasons to invite friends and family over, though most of their guests were men. Will became closer to his father once he and Uncle Ted came to dinner. He dropped by more frequently, sometimes bringing his friends.

Not that they didn't invite women. Fiona wasn't displeased when Will invited two of the Admins he knew at work over. He suspected they were lesbians which proved to be true. Any thoughts that Fiona might be pissed were dispelled as he listened to the orgasmic cries coming from the bedroom.

Then, there was the visit from the girl who played Virginia. Maeve MacDonald. She stayed a week and tirelessly took care of both Fiona and Will.

Michael had to find a new Admin after Will transferred over to Tanya. It took two weeks, but he eventually found an eager young woman thrilled at the opportunity to work for such a high-level executive. Fresh out of college and newly married to her high school sweetheart, she understood that part of her job was helping manage the pressures of his demanding schedule. She convinced her husband that traveling with her boss was part of the job, and was normal. She had also signed a strict NDA, ensuring that the details of her work and the executive's private affairs would remain confidential. Plus, he no longer needed to arrange for escorts wherever he went. Michael was completely satisfied with his new Admin, but memories of Fiona remained.

Fiona and Will never again attended a Blackthorn Expo, but for every Halloween party they went as Harriet and Rod.