Asher's Futa Chronicles

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Looks like Remmi's in for it this time, but I don't think she's really complaining.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 9

REMMI

"How the hell'd you get stuck in there?"

I could just make out the muffled sound of Asher's voice behind me as I wiggled in the darkness, trying to free myself from the chest I'd been examining.

We'd finished the fifth floor, or so we thought. Asher had been organizing the remains of the monsters into our usual directional arrows when I'd spotted the chest.

I guess I'd missed it when we first came into the room. I mean, there was a lot of furniture in here. The room almost looked like the inside of a tavern. Did monsters have taverns? I guess so, as there had been several sitting at tables drinking when we came in. They'd all stood and attacked as soon as they saw us.

"I think I hit a trap or something," I managed. "I was looking the chest over when the next thing I knew, it was dark."

"Does it hurt?" Asher asked, humor lacing her concern-filled voice. I'm sure, to her, the situation was funny.

From Asher's point of view, she saw everything from my stomach up was stuck inside the chest on the floor.

"No, but it's not exactly comfortable!" I said in annoyance. It was true, there was only pressure on my back and stomach, but it wasn't terrible. There weren't knives or teeth or anything digging into me.

"Is there anything good in there?" Asher asked.

"What?" I asked, incredulous. Why isn't she helping me?

"Well, the last chest we found had food and water in it," Asher said, failing to keep a chuckle from her voice.

"No!" I said loudly. "There's nothing in here but me!"

"That's weird," Asher said, and I felt her finally kneel beside me. "Why would there be a trapped empty chest?"

"Maybe they kept their underwear in here and didn't want it stolen! Who cares? Just get me out of here already!" I'd tried several times to free myself, but the lid was either stuck or I couldn't get the leverage I needed to open the stupid thing.

"Maybe it was to trap greedy adventurers who should know better than to mess with stuff like this on their own?" Asher said.

I felt the lid shift slightly as Asher grunted with effort.

"Ha ha, I get it already. Won't happen again," I said. "Now get me out of this thing!"

"Hmmm," Asher said, and I could hear her straining. "Man, this thing sure is stuck."

"Seriously?" I asked. "You can't open it?"

"I don't think so," Asher said. "I might have to break it open."

"Whoa, wait a minute!" I said in alarm. All I could think of was Asher accidentally chopping my head off, trying to crack the chest open. "Look around on the outside. Maybe there's a latch or catch or something to open it?"

"OK, but hold still," Asher said, and I could hear her gauntleted hands running across the outside of the chest.

"I'm not exactly going anywhere," I said, frowning. It was hot in here, and sweat was starting to sting my eyes.

Then I heard Asher's hands stop.

"You're not going anywhere, are you?" Asher said more as a statement than a question. I couldn't identify the tone in her voice, but suddenly I was worried.

"Uh, no?" I said cautiously.

I heard a loud clunking sound, like something heavy hitting the ground.

"What was that?" I asked, jumping when I heard the sound again.

"Don't worry about it," Asher said.

Then I felt her hands around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't pull!" I warned, afraid she might try to rip me out by force. I turned my head to try to see what she was doing, but the lid blocked my view.

Then Asher's hands were running between my waist and the chest.

"Just looking for that latch," Asher said, her hands fumbling. "Ah, here it is."

Suddenly, the straps for the armor over my pants loosened, followed by the laces of my pants.

"What are you doing?!?" I squeaked. I wasn't proud of the noise, but it was the first time Asher had shocked me in a while. Usually, I could tell what was going on in that girl's head. But as she pulled my breeches down my thighs to my knees, I had no clue.

"I think you know what I'm doing," Asher said, and I heard more heavy things hitting the floor.

"You're not serious...ack!" I gasped as what I hoped was her stiff cock began to nudge at my entrance. "Please tell me that's your cock," I said.

"You tell me," Asher said and pushed.

I was trapped and couldn't move. The chest was against a wall, and my body wasn't going anywhere. So, when Asher thrust into me, there was nothing I could do to stop her.

Quickly adjusting my insides to accommodate her sudden intrusion, I just barely made it before her pelvis slapped into my exposed ass. Before I could even gasp, Asher pulled out and plunged right back into me with gusto.

"This is incredible!" Asher gasped as she grabbed hold of my hips and continued to punch my insides with the head of her prick.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," I muttered.

"Oh...quit pretending that this isn't hot as fuck!" Asher exclaimed as she continued her assault, her prick relentlessly piercing me with enthusiasm.

I couldn't lie, it was hot, and my body was responding as it always did with Asher. The inside of the chest became a sauna as my body burned and throbbed with the need for her.

We'd dabbled in a bit of restraint play in the past, but nothing like this. I really couldn't move and was entirely at her mercy. Plus, I couldn't see what she was doing. Plus plus, we were in public, a dangerous public at that!

"Holy shit," I groaned as the sound of our rough fucking reached me inside the chest.

Then she slapped my ass...hard, causing me to yelp.

"Yeah, that's right," Asher growled. "Groan for me, bitch. Show me how much you love getting fucked just like this!"

I bit my lip to keep from responding, but when she slapped my ass again, I couldn't stifle crying out.

"Uh-huh, that's right," Asher said, thrusting into me hard enough that my knees banged into the edge of the chest.

The pain only added to the flush of excitement. A wave of dizziness washed over me as the room began spinning.

"Remmi, quit holding back and give in to it!" Asher demanded, somehow able to read me.

"Damn you!" My curse turned into a moan as my body betrayed me. Being powerless and used by her like this, I couldn't help it; it was turning me on.

"More..." I tried not to say it, but the word still escaped my lips as a whisper.

"What's that?" Asher asked, starting to slow until she was just barely inching in and out of me.

"More," I said, louder this time.

Asher stopped moving.

"Sorry, the chest is muffling your voice," Asher said, her voice teasing. "What did you--"

"Fucking rail me, Ash!" I yelled, my body trembling. Asher's love for the vulgar never failed to spur her.

Asher immediately stuffed me full of her cock and resumed her punishment of my pussy.

"Yes!" I cried. She just felt too good. I couldn't resist her, I never could.

"That's more like it!" Asher said and actually giggled at me!

In response, I clamped down on her as hard as she'd slapped my ass.

"Whoa!" Asher cried out in alarm and slowed to a stop.

"Oh no you don't!" I said, scolding her. When she didn't continue to move, I took matters into my own hands, literally.

I'd managed to master control of my body pretty well. I still wasn't 100% able to do anything, but I had enough control for this.

I redistributed part of myself to allow a pair of arms to grow from my hips. I'd done this sort of thing in the past when I was cleaning rooms at The Roadhouse.

This time, instead of helping lift things for me to sweep under, I took hold of Asher's hips and forced her back inside me with a vengeance.

"What the? Hey!" Asher cried out in alarm, but I ignored her and began to use her to fuck myself.

It only took a few strokes before Asher recovered and returned to feeding me her cock. She put her hands over mine and squeezed gently, the total opposite of how she was treating my insides right now.

My body started shaking as my edge came running at me. When I hit the brink, it was almost like getting hit by something. My body jerked as my orgasm slammed into me.

But did that bitch stop or even slow down? No! Asher just kept on pounding me as her own orgasm came. Between the waves of my orgasm, I felt her spurting into my depths.

She was warm and tasted particularly delicious from all the abuse she'd been heaping on me. My body drank her cum down greedily, reveling in it as I listened to her practically howling behind me in ecstasy.

I was glad we'd cleared out this level. The noise the two of us were making would have attracted every beast in this labyrinth. My mind instantly started thinking about how we would have handled that type of coitus interruptus.

*Could I fight naked?* I pondered.

"Why didn't you just shapeshift out of the chest?" an unknown voice said.

The back of my head slammed into the lid of the chest as I jerked in surprise at the newcomer. They were the first "intelligent" words we'd heard that weren't our own since we entered this accursed place. And they were here? NOW?

Before I could recover from the shock of the new voice, something else suddenly popped into my head.

"Wait...what are--"