Daphne's True Self? A D&D Fantasy

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: Just what the title suggests. Some college nerds end up in their fantasy genre world, but they encounter more truths about themselves than they expected.
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Title: Daphne's True Self? A D&D Fantasy
Author: SoftGameHunter

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For anyone perusing this tale just with a word search, the characters have all known each other since childhood, but all of the sexual activity is confined to the present-day when they are all college freshmen.

If anyone cares to place the game universe more specifically, I was playing a Homebrew of Version 3.5 at the time I wrote this one.
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The brigand chief stiffened and came, his cock flooding Daphne the druidic princess’s smoothly-shaven vagina with his spunk. With a leer and a satisfied grunt, he pulled out of her and stood up. He made her watch, still naked, as he dressed and turned to leave. Daphne watched, but she was not as broken as he believed. In body, yes. She had lost the day. She had lost many days, but always won because her spirit could take what they gave and thrive. As he left, she made a wan smile and fell asleep on the rock floor of the cave cell, vowing to fight on the next day.

With that, Phoebe clicked save and shut the program. It was getting late, and the adventures of her lustful but wise druid princess would have to wait. She smiled, wondering if the guys had any idea what she put her character through between adventures. She always based the scenarios around the latest game sessions. They were about to fight the brigands in the high mountain stronghold, so she had Daphne get kidnapped and raped by their king first. When they’d gone against the dragon scourge, she’d been the dragon’s nude captive on the treasure hoard doing unspeakable acts with the statuary.

As NerdGirl69XXX, she shared some of her writings anonymously, but that was it. In real life Phoebe was more like VirginGirl001, the virgin princess of Virginburg, and now a freshman at NoOnesAVirginButU. She sighed and slid under the blankets, put her glasses by the bedside, and dreamed of a richer life.

She awoke and realized something was wrong. She sat bolt upright in a brightly lit landscape, lying on the side of a grassy hill. She was still totally naked, and everything was blurred without her glasses on. She realized there were others beside her. She squinted and realized they were her friends. Her male friends, Zach, Cody, Jason, and Connor. They were coming around too. But they weren’t naked. Zach had PJs on while the others had some kind of underwear. She flushed on realizing she was the only one of them to sleep naked. And now they were about to see her naked. She let out a squeal of shock and clutched her hands over her privates, her full but still growing breasts and her shaved vagina.

“Hey, what the fuck!” Cody said on waking, and the others were soon showing the same level of coherence. Connor was the first to notice her nudity.

“Hey, Phoebes, you okay?” he asked.

“Right as rain,” she said, trying to grin. “I’ve woken to better mornings, though.”

“Ah, you’ve all awakened,” someone said. They looked up the hill to see a strange figure, dressed in an ornate and mostly black outfit. “It looks like you were caught in your sleep cycle. Don’t worry about that. It will self-correct in a few moments.”

“What’s going on?” Zach demanded.

“To the point. What’s going on is that you’ve all shifted into a different plane of existence. One that happens to closely match your recreational activities. I believe you call it Dungeons and Dragons. A bit limited as a name, considering your scope, I’d say. Well, you’ve shifted and now you’re living it. And please don’t ask me to return you, because I can’t. I don’t control the system. My job is simply to explain things. Don’t make any of your future life choices with an idea of getting back, because you can’t. Again, that’s not my rule. Truth be told, I’m not living the life I thought I was born to either. We all end up as pawns to greater beings sooner or later. And that’s how it is.

“So, you’re here now. Your only decision now is how to take your new form in the world. Your choices are the ones you carry within you, based on your ‘gaming’. You, for instance,” he said to Zach. “You could be, let’s see, Zoran the destroyer, a barbarian I believe. Or Melnick Calrisian, the sorcerer. Or Parnio Burinia, the wizard. Or Simplex Macklevee the shadow warrior. And the rest of you have similar options. I believe you know them all. Oh, and then there’s you,” he said to Phoebe.

“Yeah?”

“You seem to have multiple copies of a single identity, Daphne the druid.”

“I like to play her across campaigns.”

“Well, the specifics will be selected for you, and you’ll start at the beginning, but the identities will be yours to pick.”

“This is bullshit!” Jason said.

“If you actually look around, you’ll see the obvious error of that statement. Now, this is a fast immersion, so we won’t spend time on it. Any questions?”

“Yeah, I do,” Phoebe said. “I don’t have my glasses. I can’t see well. Can’t that be fixed?”

“The situation will adjust when you’ve taken your identity,” the figure said. “Now, if there is nothing further, you may ponder your choices. When your heart is set on one, you will take the correct identity.”

He vanished, and Phoebe almost immediately felt her situation change. Now she wasn’t naked anymore. Not technically, anyway. She hadn’t discussed much with the guys how she pictured Daphne, but now they all saw it. Her clothing, such as it was, left her breasts completely exposed, and formed a latticework of leather and natural fabrics around her vagina that frequently flapped and left her exposed there as well. Her butt was basically hanging out there, though a single strand of cloth an inch wide dangled down over it almost all the way down. It more tickled her butt crack than covered anything. Her most un-revealing attire was her sturdy but stylish pair of boots. Other pieces of leather and some cloth dotted her bodily landscape here and there, including plenty of pouches for storage. She was essentially outfitted as a proper druid girl who moonlighted as a porn star.

“Wow, Phoebes, um, yeah,” Zach stammered, eyes wide open, afraid to blink.

“Um, say hi to princess Daphne,” Phoebe said with a wan grin. She let her hands slide away. There was no way she was going to clutch herself all the way into the nearest town for new clothes.

“Wow, Phoebes, like, wow,” Connor muttered. “You might have said something!”

She realized suddenly that she could see. Some kind of lenses were over her eyes, but they weren’t her regular glasses. She found they were attached to a thatch and wooden crown that extended down over her head, and the lenses were actually, presumably, magical crystals, as looking at them from the outside made them shiny and opaque. They were perfect druid glasses. She slid it back on her head.

“Alright, boys,” she said. “Your princess has outed herself. Let’s see what you’ve all been hiding these past couple years.”

Zach was the first to transform, melding seamlessly into a new form. He was still clearly himself, with the same facial features and body marks, but he grew more muscled, a touch taller, and with wilder features. “Zoran the destroyer,” Phoebe said. “I presume.”

“I already did the nerdy stuff once in life,” he said. “So sue me.”

Connor then transformed, ending up with the most clothing so far, dressed in black, easy comfort wear. It wasn’t hard for Phoebe to guess that he was fondest of Lorick Tallan, the wizard he used in her own campaign. Jason soon shifted into a lightly armored thug-like man, Petrich the Ranger as he usually went by.

All eyes turned to Cody, still sitting in the grass, uncertain. He was always indecisive. But he did finally make the shift, changing his appearance into the gentle but armored holy man Brother Theosophalus, the cleric.

“This is freaky,” Connor said. “It’s like you’re all you, but different.”

“I think Phoebe changed the least,” Zach said, as their eyes again turned to her nearly naked body.

“My eyes are up here, guys,” she said, pointing behind her crystal lenses that probably hid her eyes. “Alright, fine. Let’s talk about this. You all just got a bit more beefcake too, I must say. So I’m curvier now, but we knew it was happening.”

“Phoebes, you were already developed,” Jason said. “You weren’t exposed. Is this really how you saw Daphne? Seriously?”

She took a deep breath. “Um. Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Wait, wait a minute. I remember when you rolled several of her. Each time you bought her regular clothing at the market. You said ‘regularly druidic outdoor clothing’. You didn’t say anything like ‘and let everything hang out’.”

“Right, but that was a couple years ago,” she said. “And since then we’ve all had our gear and even clothes destroyed several times. Remember those giggle-fests about being made naked?”

“In game terms, sure.”

“And my response on reaching town was ‘I replace her outfit with something to my liking.’ So, it’s not like I lied about it. How many times did I say ‘And all the villagers looked upon my beautifulness with awe and wonder’?”

“That’s not the same. Stop trying to play us,” Connor said, almost sounding angry. “You knew we were holding back on the sex talk because we had a girl in the group. Even now in college we held back because you’re you. And now we find out you’re kinkier than all that. I’m kind of hurt by that.”

“I’m sorry, but come on! How does a nineteen, let alone a sixteen-year-old girl talk raunchy to four male friends she isn’t actually trying to fuck? Or is that the real issue? That I didn’t want to fuck?”

There was silence all around.

“I suggest we move forward,” their new cleric said. “The truth is simply that our gaming sessions are not relevant now. We seem to be stuck in this world, and in these bodies that are us but not quite us. Well, I feel like me, and I see that we’re alone in the wild, and from what I can tell, we are going to remain that way for the time being.”

“I must dispute that,” their black-clad new wizard said. “You show the wisdom of the divine, but not the intelligence of the arcane. First of all, I have a spell book on me, and I seem to be able to read it,” he said, showing a small leather-bound but tattered book. “More importantly, our gaming sessions are highly relevant. True, we’ve never had all five of these characters work together, but our style of gaming has always been group-centric. We stay strong by supporting each other. We’ve even talked about this. So I suggest we keep supporting each other.

“I don’t think we have homes or identities anymore. We’re all we’ve each got. That’s it. So let’s not worry about how long Daphne has been walking around pretty much naked, but instead enjoy it now.”

“Well,” the barbarian said hesitantly. “I guess we can applaud Daphne for her free-spirit and awesome bod, even if we wouldn’t say that to our shy and nerdy friend Phoebe.”

“Um, thanks?” ‘Daphne’ replied. “Yeah, ‘Phoebe’ is kind of awkward. But all hail princess-to-be Daphne, lady of the wild.”

“Are we switching names now?” Jason asked.

“Maybe,” Daphne said. “I assume that since this new reality is shaped by our games, it will be familiar with our names. But maybe not our real names.”

“And we don’t really know for certain what’s going on, who’s behind this, or who else might be lurking here. Maybe we should blend in and keep our true names secret,” Lorick said. “Even in private, we should get used to using our adoptive names whenever possible.”

“I don’t need convincing,” Daphne said. “I’d rather be Daphne anyway.”

“Petrich sounds fine,” said the burly ranger.

“Lorick Tallan. I guess that sounds alright to me,” added the wizard.

“I can keep my initial,” Zoran said. “I wonder if I’ll become illiterate now.”

“Well, I kind of wish I had a shorter name than Brother Theosophalus, but I suppose I can be Theo to my friends,” Theo concluded.

“Hey, check it out,” Petrich said, waving his sword and spinning it about. “I seem to know some swordplay. And I never even took fencing.”

“I’d guess we all start with base skills and have to build on them ourselves,” Lorick said.

“So I have spells ready,” Daphne said. “Yeah, I think I do. Looks like my level one build.” She took her staff and swung it a few times. “And there’s the extent of my fighting skills.”

Theo hefted the heavy mace. “Don’t worry about that. Fair maidens of the partial nudity will always get protection. He turned to Lorick. “You’re on your own, dude.”

“Ha ha. Look, we’ve got balance. Except for Daphne, we might have picked all the wrong choices from our sets.”

“We also have three outdoor specialists,” Daphne said.

“My patron is Ehlonna,” Theo said. “Sun and plant domains. Doesn’t anyone pay attention to anyone else?”

“I’m the only generalist,” Lorick said. “And wizards can’t do nature specializations anyway.”

“Brass tacks time,” Theo said. “Have any of you paid attention to your patron deity yet?” Daphne nodded, but the other just shook their heads. “Ehlonna?” he asked.

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Daphne said.

“Then let’s do some min-maxing. Anyone who picks Ehlonna, I can heal more efficiently with a faith healing spell. It stands to reason we’re going to be injured. The rest of you, I’m stuck with cure light wounds.”

“Ehlonna sounds good,” Petrich said. “She works for a ranger anyway.”

“I can seize the ring of faith on the side,” Lorick said.

“Yes, Ehlonna favors the barbarian peoples,” Zoran replied. “Now, spells. What do you all have?”

“Create Water, two Cure Minor Wounds, one Cure Light Wounds, and Entangle. If we don’t catch some supper, though, I can switch to a Goodberry tomorrow.” Daphne was happy with her choices.

“Flare and Virtue here,” Petrich said. “I don’t get good ones very fast.”

“Wizard?” Zoran inquired.

“Acid Splash, Ray of Frost, Ghost Sounds for the cantrips, and Magic Missile and Sleep for first.”

“Cleric?”

“Guidance, Light, and Virtue for Orisons, and Entangle, Command, and Summon Monster One, and of which remember I can swap out for the Cures.”

“What about the Faith Healing?” Lorick asked.

“I didn’t have the Spell Compendium back then. I’ll swap one in tomorrow.”

“Alright, not bad, not bad,” Zoran said. “We probably don’t need two entangles, though.”

“We don’t know what we need!” Daphne snapped. “You’re not a spellcaster anyway!”

“But I know the rules best,” he replied.

“Sorry. This is a little stressful,” she said.

“Yeah, all around,” Theo said.

“Let’s move on, maybe,” Petrich said. “Get off the exposed hillside. There’s some forest down there. We might find game to hunt.”

“Agreed, let’s go,” Lorick said.

Daphne walked along with her friends, uncertain of herself and her choices. She became very aware of her nudity by the cloth strip dangling and wiggling over her butt crack and the bits of leather tapping on her shaved smooth pussy. She couldn’t believe she was essentially naked in public, or at least outdoors, but in front of her four best male friends. Well, best friends period. But it also made her feel alive and bold.

They reached the woods and began exploring. Everything was bright and warm, but Daphne had the feeling something was amiss. As well it should be, of course. That was the world they were in now. Very, very dangerous. And then, within the first hour of their trek, they heard slobbering snarls from ahead. She knew, with seeming new knowledge, that they were facing dire wolves. She and Petrich stepped forward as the pack of six came out of the brush, eyes aglow, fangs bared. Six dire wolves versus five human beginning adventurers. Her heart pounded, knowing that if she or Petrich didn’t sooth the beasts, their adventures and their lives would end in about two minutes.

“Shh,” she soothed, stepping closer. Slowly, the two groups pondered each other. They circled, but were careful not to surround the pack. Minutes ticked by, and Daphne felt she actually had a mental connection with the beasts. Finally, all but one turned and trotted off, while the remaining one slunk over to Petrich and nuzzled him.

“Hey, buddy. Are you my animal companion?”

“A dire wolf at first level?” Zoran asked. “How?”

“I don’t know. I think the guy just wants to be friends,” Petrich said. It was licking his hand, though its jaw looked large and strong enough to take it off in a single bite.

“Well I don’t know how many experience points that got us, but I think we lucked out,” Theo said.

“We should be going,” Daphne said. She wondered why she didn’t get the companion animal. Though she thought she might prefer something else. She often picked wolves to start with, but a dire wolf was something else. Maybe the rules weren’t so clear-cut here.

They walked for a while, until Petrich caught a deer’s tracks and led them to a stag in a clearing. Petrich and Zoran readied their bows, which seemed to be good quality weapons, and let loose two arrows at once. They struck, and the wounded animal took off, bleeding quickly. The five of them quickly gave chase, and soon they managed to catch up. Petrich and Zoran each put two more arrows into it, and then closed in for the kill.

“Venison is on the menu,” Zoran announced. They set to work as a group, cleaning and harvesting the animal using skills they hadn’t realized they had. Daphne cut the hide away and prepped it for drying and treating.

“Look, Daph, if you want to change your mind, you know, and make clothing from that pelt, you should do so,” Lorick said.

“Yeah,” Theo added. “Now that you’re, you know, naked and all.”

“Huh. Yeah,” Daphne said. She hadn’t really thought about it. Being the naked druidess was fun when it was all in her head. But now she was strutting around showing off all her goodies to the world for real. But whereas the old Phoebe, or NerdGirl69XXX, was shy and virginal and kind of weird, Daphne could be bold and strong, and hopefully not virginal for too much longer. “No, I’m fine this way. Don’t tell me you guys don’t like it,” she said with a coy grin.

“Just mentioning the option,” Lorick replied. “I, for one, love it.”

They continued the harvest with smooth efficiency, knowing how to take apart the game animal and gain what they could from it. Daphne reveled in how the new knowledge just asserted itself in her mind. And it was real. She understood it all. As the sun went down, they made a fire and feasted on the roast.

“We should set watches,” Lorick said. “We don’t know what else we’ll find out here at night.”

“I’m not remotely sleepy,” Daphne said. “I’ll go first.”

“Alright, holler if you see anything.”

She stayed up as the others drifted off. She circled around the camp several times. It was surreal, being out there, under the bright moonlight. She heard a footstep and turned around quickly.

“It’s just me,” Zoran said.

“Oh, you startled me.”

“I guess that’s bound to happen more now, in this world. We’re not safe here. None of us. But I admire your guts. Not only are we facing up to a new world, but you’re doing it virtually naked.”

“Ha, you just like my body,” she replied.

“Well, sure. What’s not to like? I always thought you were cute. But I couldn’t very well say that, could I?”

“I don’t know. I think it would have been nice to hear.”

“It would have been weird, and you know it.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So, you look cute. There, I said it.”

“You told the naked chick she’s cute. Going out on a limb there, ‘Zoran’.”

“Hey, you haven’t commented on any of us yet,” he said. He suddenly whipped away the barbarian loin cloth. Daphne tried to suppress the giggle of surprise.

“Jeez, is that real?” she asked. “I got enhanced, you know. What about you?”

“It’s as real as rain,” he said. She noticed he was getting swelled.

“Okay, game over. I don’t need to see that! Mixed company!”

“Come on, Daph. What’s the big deal? We’re not even real anymore.”

“I feel real. Point that thing somewhere else, okay?”

“You can show it all off but we can’t?”

“No, I mean, it’s not that,” she said, flustered with herself.

“Want to try it out? Give it a spin?”

“No! Would you put on a fig leaf or something?”

“I don’t think I can cover this back up just yet,” he said, poking his cock. It was extremely stiff.

“If you need to take care of business, there are plenty of bushes around here to hide behind. I won’t think any less of you.”

“We’re in a fantasy universe. No one jerks off here. Everyone finds mutually agreeable partners for wild, world-shattering sex with no risk of disease and only resulting in wanted, planned pregnancies.”

“Then go find a mutually agreeable partner,” she said. “But don’t make me look at that thing.”

“You haven’t taken your eyes off it.”

“Fine,” she said, looking up. In response, he grabbed his cock and moved it around like a puppet, point it at her.

“Please, Daphne,” he said in a fake high-pitched voice while moving his cock up and down. “I just want someplace warm to hide from the cold night air!”

“Do not give your weenie a voice!” she hissed. “And it’s not even cold out.”

“You know, if you really didn’t want this, you would have screamed and run off by now. I’m flashing you and waving my hard dick at you, and you’re just joking around with me. These are not consistent with a chick that doesn’t actually want to get laid, and bad.

“Well, look at this?” It was Theo, walking up to them. And the others were right behind him.

“Zoran is being a putz,” she said.

“Daphne and I are just having some fun,” he explained.

“I don’t doubt it,” Lorick said. “Especially now that we’ve learned something new about our situation. One that wasn’t covered in core rules but seems to be a thing here.”

“What’s that?” Zoran asked.

“You’d know if you’d gone to sleep like the rest of us,” Lorick said. “We hit REM sleep right away and began dreaming. And guess what. In this world we have each other’s dreams.”

“No kidding,” Zoran said. Daphne took some steps back. She didn’t want to hear what came next, but she had to hear. She had to know.

“Who had whose dreams?” she asked the three.

“Yours,” Petrick said. “We all had yours. Hours of them, in just, what, twenty minutes?”

“Let’s say we now understand princess Daphne a whole lot more now. And some stuff that was a head scratcher before just got a lot more obvious,” Lorick explained.

“Guys, um, look. It’s not like that,” she tried to explain. She noticed too late that Lorick was now incanting something under his breath. “Wait!” she said, but then fell unconscious to the forest floor.

When she awoke she was feeling awkward. Her head was dangling uncomfortably. She realized that she was bound and dangling. Her arms and legs were tied to four different spots. Trees, probably. She was spread eagled wide and lifted up off the ground, making her head lean way back until she awoke. She was naked now. Totally naked, and blind too. She had a blindfold on of some sort, and it hid everything from her. She was gagged as well. Some thick wad of cloth was jammed into her mouth and tied there. She tried to speak, but it was just muffled noise.

She heard footsteps. They were circling her. Some clockwise and some counter-clockwise.

“You have interesting dreams, Phoebe,” Jason said. “I like them.”

“So do I, but I’m surprised you do,” Connor added. “I didn’t get the feeling they were nightmares at all.”

“They weren’t nightmares,” Cody said. “They were fantasies.”

“They were all she thinks about,” Connor said.

“I wish I’d had time to sleep,” Zach said. “It sounds fascinating, and exactly what we were talking about.”

“We’re kind of hurt, Phoebes,” Jason said. “We’re all frustrated virgins here. We assumed you were the exception.”

“Yeah, the exception, not the rule-setter.”

“We’re not bad guys. Didn’t you think we could all have some fun?”

“One dream, and I spotted two of us in your dream world.”

“And you? What the heck is going on in your head, girl?”

“I like what’s in your head.”

“Until I saw your costume today, I would have asked if you’re okay in the head.”

“What do you even call those sex toys? I thought I was a horn-dog, but wow!”

“What were you waiting for?”

“Waiting for George Clooney to show up? Rescue you from your virginity?”

“Waiting for actual pirates to sail up and drag you off?”

“Or barbarians? Or bandits? Or a wizard?”

“Of a wolf-man? Or a band of slavers?”

“Or Elvira, queen of the night? I caught a glimpse of that part. We remembered your dreams quite vividly.”

“To put it bluntly, Phoebe, we’re really insulted.”

“If it was everything else, maybe. But I saw my own face over you, doing you.”

“Same here.”

“You aren’t even mildly embarrassed to run around naked now. I think we’re seeing the real you.”

Daphne, as she tried to continue to see herself, tried to scream out something. Words that would change their mind. They were all talking at her, disorienting her with their walking. She didn’t know who was where. She didn’t know how much they’d seen. And worse, she really couldn’t deny any of it. She had a rich fantasy life, and her friends, as characters, just as characters, played into it.

“You know what has to happen now, don’t you? Daphne?”

She screamed and shook her head no. But no words came out. Maybe none should, she thought. Maybe she was never going to move past fantasy without help. But the help still felt like an assault. A rape, raped by her only friends in the world. Could she ever, ever get past that? Could they?

They continued circling her. She didn’t know who was who. They kept changing directions. For a few minutes no one spoke. Then they stopped. All at once they stopped moving and all was totally silent. Then she heard footsteps as one of them walked up to her. Walked up to her spread crotch. She felt a hand touching her pussy, stroking her slit, sliding down into her gash. Feeling her wetness. She groaned and cried out, trying to squirm away. She didn’t even know who it was. Zach? Cody? Jason? Connor? All were just as good. Or just as bad. But which? Who was it?

He wasn’t saying. She felt the tip of his cock at her pussy. He was pushing into her. She was tight. Very tight. But he was very hard. She heard his heavy breathing, the breathless anticipation of a boy about to pierce his first girl much later than he wanted to. The moment boyhood finally ends. She was just thinking about her own loss of girlhood. Raped. Raped by a friend. By four friends, dragging it out and making her out to be at fault. But they had evidence. But they didn’t have the right!

In he slid. She cried out as she felt his full thickness. Perhaps they were expecting her to bleed. She’d already taken care of that, learning how to put things inside her for pleasure. No man would claim that blood. But one of them would still be her first real one, and she didn’t know who it was. The frustration brought new tears of anger and rage and horniness. It was wrong. He began sliding in and out. Her cunt grabbed him like a vice, but still he slid back and forth, taking his pleasure from her body’s own reactions. She lubed him for his fun. But she was, was in virtual heaven. She tried to fight it back. She was being raped, abused, violated in the worst way, but it felt good and, to the extent anything could be, it was her fantasy deflowering. Not in some teenager’s dorm room under a bikini poster. Not in the locker room on a hard bench. She was being deflowered as Daphne. Princess Daphne, in the woods, by men with magic powers and brutal fighting skills. Under a bright moon.

Was it possible for a girl’s head to explode from the contradictions? She was enraged and engorged and pissed and pleasured and terrified and titillated all in the same breath. And now her breaths were coming hard and fast and with terrible effect as her whole crotch felt like it was quivering and set to explode on her. She just needed a little, tiny, wee bit more.

The sensation of hot fluid inside her did it. He had cum. Whoever won the paper-rock-scissors they had used to pick her first had cum inside her, like a man, and she felt her own muscles go nuts inside her, shaking her with the best orgasm ever. Nothing her hands did could compare. She screamed into the gag, and no one pretended it was a bad scream.

After some moments of resting inside her, deflating, he pulled out, but another took his place. Daphne groaned in abused delight as they gave her no rest. Fucking bastards! No rest at all. Her next friend/rapist took his place. She howled into her gag. She cursed his name, whichever name it was, and his parentage and his manhood. And she groaned as his manhood tickled her womanhood and felt so good inside her. As he savaged her, taking his pleasure while ignoring hers, which didn’t matter because hers was just fine, he plowed hard and gripped his hips and slammed into her. He took her forcefully, even angrily. She growled back angrily right at him. She was beaten, yes, but not defeated. She was never defeated. That was the rule. That was the reality. Princess Daphne was never defeated. So she took her pleasure from this rapist’s cock and didn’t let them see her crying inside. He flooded her womb with his spunk, and she came. Two for two.

For all her strength and determination, and all her calling on her fantasy life to give her strength in the real world, having the third one of her so-called friends step up to mechanically help himself was draining to her emotional state. Whatever dreams they saw or what they thought they knew about princess Daphne, it was still just Cody, Zach, Jason, and Connor ganging up and raping Phoebe Woods, a girl they’d known since she was ten. And it made them assholes and bastards to do it to her. Maybe, just maybe, in another reality they might have negotiated some kind of adult relationship. Maybe. But now she squirmed uncomfortably, hanging quite painfully by the ropes around her wrists and ankles, displayed lewdly like a piece of sex meat. And her friend was violating her. Fucking her. Sticking his dick into her where she never told him he was allowed. She could never trust these boys again, could she? For all her growing anger, her nerve endings told a different story, making her gasp and cry and moan as another big orgasm grew, hitting her hard even before her attacker was done unloading him cum in her.

She cried out in pain and frustration as number four took his place. Were they at least going to stop once they all finished using her? She felt the cock sliding in. And a part of her brain, the rebellious part, flitted off to an old fantasy where the fourth cock was just getting started. Where princess Daphne was held by the entire tribe, and every male that could get it up with purpose was going to take a turn at raping her, and they did. How could her mind enjoy the thought of pulling a train of eighty rapists – that was the number she’d settled on – and then give her shit for being conflicted over four.

They were giving her her exact fantasy cherry busting! A fantasy genre with absolutely positively no chance she would be really harmed! Why couldn’t she just accept it?

Because, as her fourth and final male friend raped her body and mind, they had abused her trust.

They had laughed at her innermost thoughts and then used them to dump cum into her vagina. They were just rutting. Animals. Beasts of lust and cruelty. She strained at her bonds, frantic to get away and make him stop it. He had no right to slide his cock so roughly against her clit, stimulating it, driving it, putting it into a frenzy of lust and more lust. Fuck, she screamed in her mind. How could they do that to her? At long last, how could they treat her like that and still call her a friend? He came in her. She felt his gunk in her, hot and sticky, though there was already a lot of hot and stickiness inside her now. The thought that she might now be carrying a little druidess baby in her belly flashed across her mind.

Horror!

But they were done with her. The last of them stepped away. She lost track of who was where as they walked around her some more, mixing it up. She couldn’t tell who was first or last. She felt them holding her up, groping her butt, lifting her so they could untie her and set her oh so gently on her feet. She ripped off her blindfold to glare at them but was still gagged and couldn’t speak right away. Jason had the gall to look sheepish, like he’d been caught stealing from the cookie jar. The others had the gall to not look sheepish, like they hadn’t gang-raped her! She tugged at the rope around her head and got it off her jaw, letting her spit out the cloth they were using. They looked at her, expecting her to say something. It was an awkward moment. She just shook off their helping hands, trying not to cry or smile, and walked back to the fading fire without them. Her attire was there, folded neatly and complete. She put her crown glasses on to get a better look at her four friends, standing naked at the edge of the firelight. Jason still sported a semi. So, he’d been last to go at her. Good for him. They sure looked pathetic now.

“Was it worth it?” she virtually spat at them. “Was it a good fucking lay, at long last? Was it good for you too?” She laid down, facing away from them, and went to sleep without a word.