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Lena wheeled a small covered cart down the halls, humming a small tune to herself as she went. She was on her way to a party hosted by Warfarin, an 'interdepartmental get-together for Rhodes Island's various branches and our many volunteers, so we may better know each other'.
Or, after stripping away the double meanings and HR-acceptable terms, an excuse to get laid. Lena, as head of the Convalescence Garden, was naturally invited, and decided to bring something to liven the place up.
"Hey hey, Lena! Glad you could make it. What do ya got there?" Gavial was waiting outside the door, leaning against the wall.
"Good evening, Gavial. Waiting for Tomimi?" Gavial nodded, her tapping foot the only sign of her impatience. "Well she better get here soon, I brought something that's sure to make the party memorable. But," Lena smiled, "I don't mind if you take a peek before I went in."
Gavial crouched down by the cart, lifting up the sheet enough to see what it was concealing. She swiftly reeled backwards once she recognized what Lena was hiding, doubling over in laughter. "Oh-oh man, Lena, I love it! If Tomimi doesn't get here soon I might just head in on my own!"
Lena gave a farewell to Gavial, who was still trying to catch her breath, and went inside. The party was already in full swing, guests from all parts of Rhodes Island mingling with each other while, further in, more lurid sounds could be heard.
Lena ignored all this and instead beelined for a table, a small whiteboard on it proclaiming that it was reserved for employees of the Convalescence Garden. After reaching it, she wiped off the whiteboard, wrote down a few new lines, locked the wheels of her cart, and finally pulled off the sheet.
"A- Ah, Miss Lena!? Are we here?"
Revealing Myrrh on her hands and knees, a leash keeping her bound to the cart. She was entirely naked, save for a blindfold across her eyes.
"Yes, dear." Lena said softly, running a hand through Myrrh's hair. "It shouldn't take too long for someone to notice you."
Myrrh shivered, a mix of nerves and excitement. Miss Lena would put her on display, and anyone who walked by would be allowed to use her. If she could figure out who it is, they'll be forced to stop, but if she couldn't...
"Ah, would you like a go?" Myrrh was snapped out of her thoughts as Lena spoke up, talking to her first taker of the evening. "Yes, you have to stay quiet. You don't want to make it easy on her, do you?" One of the rules for their game: she already can't see them, and if she can't hear them her only clue will be their body. "Yes, you will stop if she figures out who you are. Unless you're willing to get blacklisted from the Garden?" A pause, the person behind her must be trying to communicate with gestures. "...Does the sign say you can't? Go right ahead, I made sure to prepare her before coming here."
Myrrh yelped as she felt a calloused hand cup her ass, the sound melting into a moan as the dick of someone Myrrh couldn't even see pushed into her. She felt small barbs, an obvious mark of a Feline, tug on her as they withdrew, every inch of her pussy lighting up in a fruitless attempt to make her ovulate. She struggled to keep her thoughts in order as her body was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Calloused hands, Feline...
"S-Siege! Is that you!?"
The cock stirring her up halted, just for a moment, before it started plunging into her again, harder than before.
"Hmmm. Not quite, dear." Miss Lena said as she patted Myrrh's head. "You better hurry, I don't think they'll last much longer."
The person bent over, wrapping an arm around Myrrh's body and pressed their nose against Myrrh's nape, taking in her scent. Myrrh could smell a bit of them too, sweat and machine oil mingling together. That could only be-
"Blaze! It's Blaze!"
This time her mystery lover, Blaze, came to a dead halt. Her arm pulled away from Myrrh, but she kept her cock where it was, not willing to pull out just yet.
"Aw man, I thought I was in the clear! Heeeeeeeeey Lena, I know it's against the rules and all, but I'm super close. Do you think I could-"
"You agreed to the rules before you started, I'm afraid." Lena cut her off, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm sure you can find someone else here to give you a hand."
Blaze grumbled as she finally pulled out, forcing a moan from Myrrh as the barbs scraped against her walls one last time. Myrrh was left panting as she listened to Blaze walk away, her body aching with the need to come.
"Easy now, dear, you're doing great. Here, tip your head back for me." Lena placed a glass of water at Myrrh's lips, letting her have a drink. "How are you feeling after your first win?"
Myrrh focused on Lena, letting her soothing voice help calm herself down. "I'm... fine. I'm fine, Miss Lena. Let me just take a moment to cATC-"
Her voice broke into a shriek as an entirely new dick forced its way into her, driving itself to the hilt in one thrust. Her second taker spared no time, furiously pounding into Myrrh.
"Impatient, are we?" Lena said to the new guest, clearly amused. "Well? Who is it, dear? Our friend here is trying to finish before you have a chance to think!"
Myrrh could barely keep her thoughts together. This one was noticeably thinner than Blaze, a partially swollen knot popping in and out of her pussy with each thrust.
Wait, Myrrh thought, she knows this dick. She knows the hands digging into her almost hard enough to bruise. The only person who could be on her right now has to be-
"Beanstalk!"
"Oh, come on!"
"I do wonder how you expected this to turn out, considering how often we all get together at the Garden." Lena dryly remarked as Beanstalk angrily stomped off. Myrrh could only start shaking, denied a chance to come yet again.
"Miss Lena, please," Myrrh started to beg, blindly staring at where she thinks Lena’s face is is, "I need to come. I-I've won twice, haven't I?"
Myrrh sobbed as Lena gently grabbed one of her ears and ran a finger along the edge. "But you've been doing so well! How about this, if you can hold on a little bit longer- Oh, hello there, are you here to partake?"
Myrrh found herself zoning out as Lena explained the rules to yet another person. A small, traitorous part of her wanted to let them win, just to finally get some relief. But the rest of her refused, unwilling to give up.
It would disappoint Miss Lena, after all.
She was roused from her thoughts as yet another dick slid in. She yelped as her walls were stretched to their limit, Lena’s preparations before the party the only thing keeping it from tipping over the line into outright pain. It could only be a Kuranta behind her, but who?
“I-Iwona!?” No, her mind hissed at her, the hands lightly running over her body aren’t rough enough to be a knight. “W-Whislash! It’s Whislash!” Idiot! What did she just say!?
Whoever was behind her wasn’t even rushing, slowly pulling out all but the tip before thrusting right to Myrrh’s core. She was almost certain that Lena could see a bulge from the massive cock skewering her. “Maria!? Arle-”
Myrrh’s pleas devolved into incoherent babbling as she finally reached her limit. She came, writhing around her mystery paramour as they hilted themselves and reached their own climax, filling the Vulpo with their cum without her ever seeing their face.
She twitched as they pulled out, the proof of her loss readily trickling out of her gaping pussy to the cart she was tied to. But she found herself struggling to care, not when she was finally able to get some relief.
“A pleasure to meet you.” Myrrh jumped as someone started speaking right behind her. “I’m Deszcz, codename Proviso. I work in Legal. I hope we’ll get along.”
“P-Pleashed to meet you too.” She slurred in response, still basking in the afterglow. Once Proviso left, however, a thought occurred to her.
“Miss Lena, I... I haven’t had anything do do with Legal since I started here! I don’t know anyone there!”
“Yes, and? The entire point of this party is to meet people, if you’ll recall.”
Myrrh froze in shock.
There was no possible way she could have won that.
“That’s... that’s not fair!”
“And when,” Myrrh could hear the smile in Lena’s voice. The smile of a hunter that’s been patiently waiting for her prey to walk into her snare, “did I say this little game would be fair? Now come on, chin up. It looks like you’ve drawn a bit of a crowd, and I expect you to keep your head in the game!”