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finding civilization is not without its complications (Mira in Vynait)
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"...'m really sorry," he sighs, listlessly starting to put his clothes back on. "Orss is... good to people she cares about and not really to anybody else. I hope Tafi's crazy trick works."

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"It's not your fault," Mira says earnestly. "You kind of have a legitimate grievance, here. But like. Also. Um. If this doesn't work, you can at least still comfort me. With your dick. And... maybe try to get me sold to someone kind, when the time comes?" Wibble.

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...he blinks at her in confusion. "You'd want me to...?" Blush. "Really? Even after—?" A vague encompassing gesture at The Whole Situation.

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"Well, yes," Mira says, sounding vulnerable. "I'm sad and scared that I might be in for a bleak future as abused milk-chattel but the part where I'm," rope-tug, aroused squirm, "at the mercy of your sexual desires isn't less hot because it's real. It's only being at all of your mercy for everything else that's scary."

Her tone goes wry, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll be extra sad if this happens to me and it doesn't even get me passed around like a sex toy."

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Squeakblush. "I do not understand you... but okay."

He's too pensive and unhappy to be sexy right at the moment, though, so he just lies pensively and unhappily next to her on the blanket instead.

 

Tafi returns with Ekeshi.

"This almost certainly isn't going to work," Ekeshi warns Mira right off. "People would be hawking them on street corners if it did. It won't work, or there'll be some stupid thing, like that every time you make milk from now on it'll go in the jar and that's how the jar fills, or something like that. But most likely it just won't work. I can still try it, though, if you want."

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"Does trying cost anything important or was that a rhetorical question. Sorry. Yes. Please try. Even if it steals my milk through a, a portal or something, that still means you wouldn't need to sell me, right? We can't not try."

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"Fair enough. All right."

Ekeshi goes and gets an empty jar out of the carriage and returns, surveying the scene with a practical eye. Blanketed captive staked out on the ground, sulky Ralin snuggled up at her side...

"Lying on your back isn't the ideal way to be tied up if we're going to be milking you into a jar for an hour, but I suppose at this point we shouldn't really trust you not to bolt if we let you up..."

"I'm not sure she can bolt, if she's still tied," says Orss. "I saw her trying to get free and it looked... odd."

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Mira fails entirely to hide her reaction to that.

Her unexplained inability to unbind herself is the one part of The Whole Situation that's causing her the most emotional turmoil.

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"I'm not... ugh," says Ralin, rubbing his face tiredly with his hands. "For one thing I'm not sure I want to participate in re-tying her but for 'nother I'm not sure I can, I'm thoroughly exhausted."

"I haven't tied up as many girls as you but I do know how," says Orss.

"...were you serious about wanting to be passed around as a sex toy?" wonders Aza.

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Mira blushes.

"Well it's never happened to me before so I can't speak from experience but thinking about it is turning me on and I have enough mutations to make it safe and I really do appreciate you guys putting effort into a mutually-beneficial solution even if it probably won't work so it's not like I want to spite you and given that, you all having sex with me while I'm your prisoner seems like the obvious stand-out silver lining of this cloud? I'm really horny and really into being... made available."

Pause.

"Also, um, are you under the impression you'll be able to milk my tits without making me cum my brains out."

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"I hadn't gotten that far in my planning," Aza admits, "I'm just thinking about how to get you safely retied and it occurred to me that if you were very very distracted, such as by being fucked, it might be safer for us to rearrange the ropes."

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"I think Orss is right and something's wrong with me and I can't... But. Sexual distraction. Is definitely a thing you could do to me."

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"Happy to oblige," chuckles Aza. He tugs the blanket off of her and sits on the rug between her staked-out legs, running his hands over her body.

He does enjoy groping her, but he's not nearly as leisurely about it as Ralin was; in fairly short order, he has both his hands at her groin and is fucking her with his fingers and rubbing her clit. He's very very gentle about it, possibly overcompensating for his strength a little.

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Mira is wet and hot and slippery---her entire body is slippery, thanks to her bonded slime. She moans and pushes helplessly into Aza's touches, thrusting her hips up to encourage his thrusting fingers.

She can be very distracted. Not distracted enough, if she was trying to keep her wits, actually. But she dives in and lets herself be distracted, because it just feels so good to give in.

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And, with Mira very distracted, they sit her up and tie her arms together behind her back.

When they have her tied, Aza moves around behind Mira (nudging Ralin out of the way a little), sits down on the rug, and pulls her into his lap and onto his enormous dick. While he gently fucks her, Tafi and Ekeshi start milking her tits into the jar.

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"O~ohh, fu~uck."

Aza's cock is plundering the deep reaches of her spasming pussy, the massive shaft hilting itself easily despite the disparity in size, Mira's pussy sucking it all the way in with no resistance. His full length is gripped tightly by every lubricious inch of her on each stroke, her walls squeezing and fluttering around him as sparkling mana-fluid squirts out of her nipples.

"Fuck ye~essssss. This's awesome..."

The Pleasure crest is already conditioning her to be more verbal, Mira distantly realizes through the haze of orgasms, but even so the fact that she's being verbal about it is a testament to how fucking hot this is. Also to just how mentally present she still is.

Huge, heart-shaped pupils swivel onto Ralin and Orss, the two who aren't already touching her, though mostly Ralin. "Touch me... Everybody should touch me..."

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Ralin is at this point mostly falling asleep on the rug—listen, it has been a long and eventful evening—but he snuggles up and pets her leg, this being the part of her most easily within reach.

Orss just shakes her head and leans back against the carriage.

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A little pang, for the slightly-more-intense-version-that-could've-been, but that doesn't make what is happening any less awesome.

That is as far as Mira has the desire to exert her agency in this situation, though.

She'll go back to being a nonverbal compliant fuckdoll until they're done.

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Aza is apparently perfectly capable of holding her in his lap and fucking her for the hour-plus that it takes to collect all the required milk. Ralin does in fact fall asleep at some point during that time, dozing off with his hand still resting on Mira's thigh.

Through some unexplained trick, Ekeshi manages to fill the jar and then keep filling it, long past the point when it should have overflowed. As the process continues past that point, she requests that somebody blindfold Mira, and tells Aza to be extra distracting, which he accomplishes by groping Mira a lot and fucking her a little faster. The details of her ritual are thus obscured.

 

It's pretty obvious when the ritual fails, though, because the jar crumbles to dust in her hands and sprays an explosion of mana milk (slightly cloudy with pottery dust) all over everyone and everything present.

"Well, I tried," Ekeshi sighs, reaching up to pull off Mira's blindfold.

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Mira shivers through the trailing edge of an orgasmic pleasure wave, trying to wrench her mind back into gear to process this outcome.

It's really hot that her body is still twitching in helpless pleasure while the implications sink in, Aza's cock stretching her walls and impaling her.

"Aw... damn." Mira shuts her eyes again, after taking in the pottery-carnage. "I almost hate that it didn't work more than what it not working means for me. It was such a good idea..."

It probably goes without saying that Mira has been feeling some early-onset Stockholm Syndrome in this situation, though not in a strictly irrational way given her values, but right now, with the question resolved, she teeters on the conceptual edge between continuing cooperativeness and desperate defiance. The allure of just... continuing to be friendly with these people is so strong, and yet the truth of what they plan to do with her is, well, it too might be hot depending on implementation, but she can't count on that, she can't count on anything, if she's a slave, that's the whole point.

She teeters...

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"I can try it again," Ekeshi offers, "we've got more jars. Not that I have much hope of success, but there's a few things I could do differently, it's not pointless. First, though, we should take a break and get you fed and watered. Don't know if making this stuff will make you hungry the way regular milk would, but it's bound to make you thirsty, way I figure."

"Can we do that while I'm still fucking her?" asks Aza, squeezing Mira's hips.

"Don't see why not," says Ekeshi. "Tafi—"

Tafi is already scampering down to the water to fill the golden cup.

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She teeters. Possibilities flicker through her mind, futures she might suggest aiming for that embody a compromise, but...

Mira is familiar by now with this state her body's currently in, hanging off the edge of orgasm, ripples of soft convulsion spilling over the divide with every jiggle, like her body isn't quite sure if she's starting an orgasm or ending one, but ready to erupt back into deep, powerful orgasms as soon as the stimulation ramps back up. It is not, actually, very impairing.

She is thirsty. Most of her magic breastmilk apparently is just mana, but in aqueous solution, and also her pussy's been juicing all over Aza's cock for hours, so yeah. She does need some water intake for her optimized digestion and regeneration to work from. She drinks, as they discuss.

Even with the gallons of mana-fluid they drained from her, she's overflowing with mana of her own. The spells welded to the bottom of her mana pool feel solid under metaphorical mental fingers. She could cast. She could unleash overwhelming destruction. She doesn't want to. She viscerally does not want to attack her new friends / hurt the first people she's met / kill the first sexual partners she's had in this new body and place / be the thing that ends these five stories.

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Tafi fetches her cupful after cupful of water, and takes a moment to discreetly inquire if she is going to have to pee at any point, while Aza very gently fucks her.

Orss is rolling her eyes a little about the second attempt, but it doesn't take more than a few words from Ekeshi to get her on board. The emerging consensus seems to be that they're going to do their best to make the positive-sum solution work even though it's a long shot, partly out of a general feeling that it would be better that way (shared by everyone except Orss), partly out of consideration for Ralin's perspective even though he is no longer awake to argue for it.

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The most glorious fact about this entire day is that she does not need to pee and never will again, though she just shakes her head with a smile at the inquiry about it.

But being caught by slavers who are actually reasonably friendly people (at least to a cute girl who immediately starts stockholming at them), who are trying pretty hard to make an alternative to enslaving her work so everybody can have a happier outcome, and who seem quite appreciative of what she can offer sexually, is...

Mira doesn't want to end these stories. She doesn't even want to make these stories go in a worse direction. She wants it to be possible that being cooperative enough will buoy their stories toward a better direction, enough-so that her own story gets dragged up with them toward a better outcome.

Probably she won't get what she wants, but just knowing what it is she actually wants is helpful and steadying.

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Once Mira is sufficiently hydrated, and the mess from the manamilk explosion has been cleaned, they set up for the next round. Items that might be water-damaged by another milksplosion are moved farther from her rug. Ekeshi fetches the next jar. Aza hums to himself as he fucks her. They blindfold her early, this time, maybe just to save time later, maybe because Ekeshi wants to be sure she won't glimpse any secrets of the oasis jar ritual.

And once again, she gets milked into a jar for an hour.

The chill of a desert night is really starting to set in as they near the end of this iteration, but Aza's lap is cozy and warm. If she weren't being gently fucked senseless and milked incessantly, it's not hard to imagine she might fall asleep like this.

It is probably very startling, therefore, when the bottom drops out of this jar and it pours its contents all over her legs, Aza's lap, the rug, and anything else caught in the miniature manamilk tidal wave. Ralin wakes up spluttering.

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