The Nameless Guild - Chapter 1 - Part 3

Chapter 1 - Part 3

A few moments of manipulating the slate's controls later, and I was looking at the list of what lay in the other collection. There weren't as many, only a dozen or so compared to the hundreds of pictures, but that wasn't all that surprising. The names of the items were just as uninformative, however, so I was faced with the same choice as before: start at the top, or pick one at random. This time I plumped for random and closed my eyes, spinning the end of my finger a few times before opening them again and poking at whatever item name it had landed on. A few seconds later, the projection shifted again, and it was apparently showtime.

What I found myself watching looked like a kind of home made cine recording, though the quality was too high for that. The scene seemed to be a forest clearing of some sort, with a pair of women apparently enjoying a picnic. As they chatted, I saw something moving into view in the undergrowth behind them, and it was clear when they noticed as well - a couple of little jumps of surprise, then the older of the pair rose to her feet, motioning for the younger, who looked to be only a little older then me, to stay put.

Smiling to herself, the elder woman beckoned whatever was lurking in the bushes to come out, and I gasped a bit when it did. A little warily, the horned, shaggy-legged figure of a satyr emerged from the undergrowth, eyeing the pair of them but not all looking all that concerned. The women shared a look, then the older one beckoned the satyr closer, gesturing toward the food and drink laid out on the blanket the younger still sat beside.

Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure what the hells I was supposed to be looking at.

The satyr didn't seem all that interested in joining them for a meal, and turned to head back into the trees again. He barely got that far, though, before the older of the pair laid a hand on his shoulder and said something about an alternative way to sate his hunger. The satyr's expression definitely perked up at that, and knowing one thing his kind were known for, I smiled to myself. I had a feeling where this might be going, and it got stronger as the satyr was turned back to face the girl, who got to her feet and crossed over to kneel on the grass in front of him.

That part, I wasn't so sure about. From the pictures I'd seen, as well as the occasional bit of experience I'd managed to get when I could find a boy daring enough, I might have expected at least some kissing or something, but nobody in what I was watching seemed to have any interest at all in that sort of thing.

"Okay," I muttered to myself, "So what's..."

My voice trailed off and I felt my jaw slowly drop as I carried on watching. As the woman started stroking the satyr's shoulders, the girl reached out and buried her hands in the fur of his thighs, smiling up at him as she moved them toward the top of his thighs. As the woman put her arms around him from behind, she murmured encouragement to the girl, and I simply couldn't tear my eyes away as the younger of the pair reached her goal and...

"Oh. Wow..."

I'd seen male parts before - living with an eight year old boy tended to see to that - and had the biology classes at school, but I'd never seen anything like the stiff pink rod that was emerging from the satyr's fur on the screen. As my brain tried to connect what I was seeing to what I'd learned, it got blown utterly off track as the girl brushed her hair away from her face, leaned forward, and simply swallowed the thing. She began to move her head back and forth, never quite letting the satyr's member leave her mouth, and it was plain from the sounds he was making that he was a long way from complaining about what she was doing. Just the opposite, in fact.

Whilst this had been going on, the woman had backed off a bit, stripping herself out of her dress and down to some really quite skimpy underwear, then closed in again, practically moulding herself to the satyr as she turned his head and began there was finally the kissing I'd half expected earlier, though this was a kiss that seemed a million miles from the light pecks I was used to seeing, giving, and receiving. As a pair of tongues danced around each other, the view shifted, pulling a back a bit to show the girl, still sucking away, reach a hand down between her legs, pushing her own skirt up and rising high to disappear underneath. Whatever she was doing down there, it caused her to let out a low moan and - if it was possible - work even more of the guy into her mouth.

"Fuck me..." I whispered, though even to my own ears, it came out more like a soft groan than actual words.

As I watched, I was dimly aware that my whole body was starting to feel tingly again. I couldn't really make myself take much notice of that, though, as things shifted once more, the guy lifting his head from where it had somehow made it's way past the woman's bustier and onto her breast, stepping back toward a log that lay on its side nearby, his sex falling pulling from the girl's mouth with an audible pop as he sit himself down on. Far from objecting to his move, the girl grinned at him and, whilst the woman knelt between his legs and took up the job of apparently sucking him dry, ditched her blouse to reveal nothing beneath a perky set of bare tits. Tossing the garment aside, she moved to straddle his lap, the woman pushing up her skirt even more as she did so, and giving me a clear view of the fact that there was nothing beneath that bit of clothing either but the girl herself.

The older woman hadn't let up in her sucking, her head bobbing up and down, moans of apparent pleasure coming from both her and the satyr. As the he started playing with the girl's breasts, rubbing, tweaking, and licking, the other female involved finally lifted her head clear, and I could see the creature's member glistening with saliva for almost it's whole - quite impressive - length.

"What?" I heard myself asking quietly, "Why are you stopping...?"

The answer to that came quickly, as the woman put her hands on the girl's hips, urging her to rise up higher and lean forward. This put her in an even more accessible position for the satyr, who's hands drifted to her ass and began playing with it, as well as giving the me a nice view of the lightly-furred place between the girl's legs - a place that seemed to be glistening with moisture all on it's own.

By this point, I was feeling hot all over, and I was a little surprised to find that one of my fingers was lightly circling the tight little peak of one of my own breasts. I let my eyes drift back to the projection, enjoying the feeling of what I was doing to myself as I watched what these folks in the video enjoying each other.

Seeing the woman take hold of the satyr's rod and hold it vertical, I had a suspicion about what might be coming next, and I was right. With a groan from him, a moan from the girl, and a delighted laugh from the woman, that length was fed between the girl's legs, disappearing inside her to the obvious pleasure of all involved. After a moment of nothing more than breathing and murmurs of pleasure, the satyr pulled himself most of the way out again, then reversed course, pushing himself back in once more before repeating the process with increasing energy.

"Oh... fuck..." I whispered softly, the hand that wasn't already playing with myself drifting down to run over the fabric of my underwear. As I watched that length of male meat slide in and out of the girl's body, I noticed that the woman was settling back to watch the show as well, one hand holding her tiny panties aside as the other stroked over her own sex.

That seemed like a pretty good plan to me right then, and I found myself copying what I was seeing. Gently, I pulled my own panties aside and let the other hand slide down the inside of my thigh, shivering with every inch of the path it traced along my skin. When it got to where it was going, I gasped - the heat I found there was amazing, and the tips of my fingers slid over the wetness of my slit, making me moan with the pleasure that shot through me.

Time and again, the satyr in the recording pushed himself deep into the girl, making her cry out with every thrust, and the woman was quite clearly enjoying herself as well. Given what I was feeling, I could well understand why, but I wanted more. I honestly wasn't sure something the size of that satyr's cock could actually fit inside someone like me, but that didn't matter. I had something I was pretty damned sure would...

Eyes drifting closed, I moved my hand, putting it right over the top of my cleft and slowly working it downwards. Almost instantly, I gasped again, my finger rubbing over the little nub it found there and slamming a wave of pleasure right through me. I had no idea how long I carried on with that, the sensation filling me making it hard to think of anything else, but I finally managed to remember what it was that I had been planning to do.

A little further, and with silky ease my finger slid into the wet heat it found, pushing deeper until...

"Oh... fuck, yes...."

Bit by bit, I pushed deeper, until my finger met something in the way. That didn't bother me much, though, as I just pulled it back and did it all again, sliding the finger in and out of my body and loving every single slick, shivering second of it.

Eventually, I looked back at the recording, and things had changed a bit. The trio had moved to the blanket, food and drink scattered around them ad the woman kissed both of the others deeply in turn as she carried on playing with herself. She wasn't using her fingers, though, having grabbed an empty bottle from the debris around them. For a moment, I honestly couldn't believe what I was seeing - whilst the girl had the guy inside her, the woman was happily filling herself with a bottle.

I froze, the idea of what I was seeing trickling through my brain. Slowly, a smile spread across my face and I turned my head toward the make-up and such that sat on top of my dresser. I didn't have a handy penis to make use of, but if she could make do with a substitute...

I pushed myself up off the the chair, nearly landing flat on my face as my legs trembled and almost gave way. I had to grab hold of the desk to steady myself, but after a minute I giggled. Apparently my body was a little distracted right now, and it was so tempting to simply sit back down and let my fingers get to work once more.

With a certain amount of determination, however, I made it over to the bookcase and grabbed the bottle of moisturiser I'd been aiming for. It was a nice, smooth shape, and I had enough brain left working at that point that it wasn't overly big. Long, yes, but not more than an inch wide. I'd wondered what was in the mind of whoever had made it that way, but at this moment, it was perfect.

Making my way back to the chair, I set the bottle down on the desk and pulled my underwear off completely. I didn't want anything getting in the way of this - and besides, right now I was more than happy to be as naked as possible. Sitting myself down again, I shifted a bit to get good and comfortable, then grabbed the bottle once more. Sitting back, I made sure my legs were good and wide apart, revelling in the thoroughly wanton feeling the pose sent through me. If anyone could see me now, there would be absolutely nothing at all to hide... and somehow, the notion of being seen like this sent another shiver through me.

Holding the bottle in both hands, I laid the rounded top against myself, biting my lip as the feeling of it's hard, smooth surface against my slick skin made the breath catch in my throat. Slowly, I began to press it tighter against my sex, and the pressure sent ripples through me that had me gasping once again. Despite the wetness that coated me down there, however, it didn't quite seem to want to go any further. Eventually, it occurred to me that I'd seen some prep work done in the recording, and grinned. It was worth a shot.

As I lifted the bottle to my mouth, I could smell my wetness on it, and my tongue flicked out almost of it's own accord. The metal cap of the bottle tasted like, well, metal, but over that was a flavour unlike any I'd ever experienced. I couldn't describe it, but it was good, very good... and I knew that I was tasting was myself.

After licking my lips - partly to get them good and wet, and partly to taste some more of that delicious flavour I'd added - I took the bottle into my mouth. The hardness surprised me for a moment, even though I'd been expecting it, as did it's coolness, but I felt it warming up some as I moved it in and out past my lips, eyes closing as I tried to imagine it as a real man's cock.

Given that I had nothing to really work with on that score, it wasn't much of a shock when it didn't work.

Still, at least it got the bottle good and lubricated by my saliva, so I figured I'd take another shot at sticking it where I really wanted it. Resting my heels on the desk, I braced a hand against it as well and held the bottle against myself again. Pausing, I looked back at the recording where things had changed again. In the time I'd been fiddling around, the trio on the screen had rearranged themselves once more, with the woman leant over the log, legs wide and totally naked. The satyr's hands were her hips, pulling her into him every time he thrust forward, his cock pounding into her with enough force to have her breasts swinging with every pumping movement. The girl wasn't staying idle, either, and had laid herself under the woman, hands between her own legs as she slipped fingers into her body in time with the man's thrusts, her tongue...

Oh, gods, she was licking the woman's pussy as the satyr fucked her.

Slowly, I pushed the bottle harder against myself, feeling every movement as it pressed against my flesh. My head fell back, mouth dropping open as my breathing got heavier, the smooth glass pushing my slit open as I kept the pressure up. It seemed it wasn't going to go any further until, with a rush, the end slipped inside me. The gasping squeak I let out was probably the most undignified sound I'd made in my life, but I didn't give a shit. Gently, I pulled the bottle back, and pressed it home again, this time sliding it just a little deeper. Every time I moved, I could feel the bottle stretching me, every little twitch and slide filling me with a sensation I'd never imagined before, but wanted more of every second.

Finally, it wasn't going any deeper, and I knew why. The end of the bottle had met the same resistance my finger had, and once I managed to summon up enough brainpower to think, I knew full well what it was. The question I found myself asking, between breaths that were almost panting, was what, if anything, I was going to do about it. The tension that had been building inside me with every little thrust of the bottle felt like it was at breaking point, and whilst I didn't know how it was going to feel if that happened, I was pretty damned sure I wanted to find out.

Looking back at the recording once again, I kept myself amused whilst thinking by watching the woman moaning encouragement to the satyr burying himself inside her... and then he stopped, pulling himself out and muttering something I didn't quite catch. Both females did, however, and they quickly moved to kneel in front of him, looking up as he stroked himself, their mouths open as if waiting for-

Suddenly, he let out a groan, and stream of sticky white jetted from his cock, splattering itself all over the girl's face. Another followed, the woman moving herself to catch it mostly in her mouth, then another, and another. Stunned, part of my mind told me what I was seeing, and as I watched the satyr climax, shooting all over the faces of those he'd been cheerfully fucking, the decision was made and I acted.

I held the bottle still, the few inches of it that were inside me filling me with excruciating pleasure, and put my other hand on the end. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and pushed as hard as I could. For a moment, there was nothing but pain, then I felt something inside me tear, all resistance to the bottle's progress vanishing in an instant and letting it bury itself deep inside me - and the world seemed to explode. A wave of pleasure blew through me like a fireball, wiping out anything like thought and tearing a loud groan from my lips that seemed to echo around the room. Muscles twitching, I fought for breath as the wave crashed through me again and again, until I didn't even have the strength to stay on the chair.

How long I lay on the floor after sliding into an undignified heap, I had no idea, but I finally managed to summon up the energy to move. I pushed the bottle, forced out of me by the way my body had tensed up like a vice, away, and tried not to think of the fact that streaks of what looked a lot like blood smeared amongst the shining wetness coating most of its length... Of far more importance to me right then was figuring out if I actually had any sort of control over my body at all, and if not, could I get it back.

It seemed I could, and I ended up sat on the floor, a huge, goofy grin on my face as I looked up at the slate's hovering display. It was waiting patiently, recording ended and ready for my next command... and I was tempted to cue up another. A slightly saner part of my brain told me that was probably not a good idea, though, and instead I took my time - having little real choice, given how shaky I was - tidying things up a little. As I finished up, I looked at the slate again, and then at my hailer where it lay on the desk.

Mae was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I talked to her next...

To Be Continued...

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