She squealed when she felt warm liquid hitting the back of her throat. It was slightly soothing on the scrapes he has made earlier. She swallowed it a... quickly as possible.Despite this, he held her head down until her face was red from lack of breathing. She slapped his arm a few times before resorting to digging her fingernails into his hand. He finally released her. She pulled her head up and gasped for air. "You can't fuck me if I'm dead," she hiccupped.Ian watched her chest rising and. ” He spoke softly, but with ultimate authority. She looked at him with wide eyes, but made no movement. “You remember the terms of our little game, don’t you? And you will agree that you have been a very, very bad girl indeed.” She nodded gently. “Then do as I say, fuck toy.” She hesitated for a moment and then made her way over to the desk. She turned her back to him and planted her feet wide apart. She slowly began to raise her long velvet skirt upward. He smiled as first her calves were. Fighters eventually only became good for swinging around magic swords, but Mages started out almost useless and eventually became all powerful demigods of magical might!Not only that, but a game where even at first level you had to roll for your HP total. Where bardsong had to play for three rounds before granting any affect. Where enemy saving throws were fixed and could not be altered by the caster’s stats. Where being polymorphed against your will carried with it a percent chance to die. I quickly walked to the guest apartmentdoor, inserted the key, and opened the door, and then disappeared inside.My heart was racing one hundred miles per hour.I leaned back against the front door to gather myself. After a few minutes,my equilibrium returned. Okay. Time to get this place straight.I went to the room where I'd left my mother's bag the night before. Hmm.The bed was already made. And guess what? No clothes left out to belaundered. 'Thank you mom!' I thought appreciatively. .