The nymph's threat wasn't death - an option Rayne could, "out of character", gladly accept.  There was no goading the corrupted creature into a brash, fatal act - was it even possible to anger a fungus, or fungally-twisted creature?  Rayne had no mind to consider that now, though she would have some time later... though pleasure was obviously within the thing's repertoire.<br/><br/>Her helplessness was complete, as her use as a warm toy for the victorious opponent continued, more vigorously than before.  Her own pleasure was just as beyond her control as all the rest... she had been close before, and though she tried to ignore the stimulation, to keep her mind on the<em>other place</em>she had just left, the nymph's efforts were far too insistent and effective.  The small half-elf bounced jarringly, wonderfully, overfilled below and now with her freed breasts lagging just behind the unnatural ravisher's rhythm.  Even without the mouth, the hands, it was too much - Rayne cried out as her body clenched, pulsed with what little strength remained in her, arching back so her ecstatic voice could go to the sky, over the head of the moaning nymph.  Her assailant just increased her pace, prolonging the arcane archer's climax to the point of discomfort; shortly, perhaps spurred by Rayne's peak, the nymph released inside her... a satisfying, warm completion that pushed Rayne's own excitement a little higher.<br/><br/>That could have been a wonderful end - albeit one outside of Rayne's control, at the mercy of the creature she had come to destroy.  But, as if to underscore Rayne's captivity, her status as a slave, the nymph somehow began again, using the arcane archer/fucktoy far beyond her tolerance.  Her orgasm had rendered her more sensitive, and there wasn't nearly enough pause to recover, to come down from that peak... so the clearing was filled with her incoherent cries as she was claimed again, each thrust jolting out another high-pitched "oh!" as her head rolled, as she barely clung to consciousness while the nymph's uncanny stamina lasted.  Her thighs were coated with their mixed cum, her lips and chin wet with drool and remnants of the nymph's earlier possession of the half-elf's mouth... Rayne's tongue alternately fell out of slack lips and slipped back in as her head rolled back.  With the second gush of spunk flooding her, she groaned, loud and long, beside herself with mindless passion.<br/><br/>She wasn't even aware of her own whimpering, exhausted and thoroughly fucked, when she was bound to the tree.  Painful and awkward though it was, she drifted out of awareness for a time.  When her consciousness returned, she was aware of the cold of her wet skin, especially between her legs where fungus/nymph spunk was still slowly escaping.  Her nipples were almost painfully stiff in the cool air, and the aches and slight throbbing within her showed her body was still feeling the effects of being so thoroughly ravished.<br/><br/>And then the nymph was back, using her toy without preamble or fuss - Rayne was already wet, and entry was easy between her stretched-taut legs.  She sudden assault battered her, both the slamming against her tenderized mound and lips, and the unyielding bark against her back - partly shielded by the disarrayed remnants of her armour.  In any event the discomfort didn't protect her from her body's ready response to this rough treatment, and it was a panting, heated Rayne that dangled from the tree when the nymph disappeared once more.  This time Rayne was conscious enough to consider her situation - her very grim situation.  In the midst of the Blighted Wood, blind, without strength, captive - even without the bonds of the vines, she could not have dragged herself away.  Dixon must be either dead or fled - presumably the former, unless the nymph had somehow claimed the griffon for "the spore".  It would be days before any strength returned, and if the nymph kept showing interest, it was hard to imagine Rayne's mind or body being in any shape to contemplate escape.  She remembered Telethrax's slaves with a shudder.  Perhaps another PC would be given the same quest - and be more successful.  But that could be weeks... or never.<br/><br/>Perhaps she dozed - it was surprisingly hard to be sure, with no vision to distinguish when her eyes were open, or closed.  But she quickly realized that something new was happening, as instead of renewed molestation, she heard the confusing - then exciting - sound of chopping and battle.  She could have yelled out encouragement, and did give a moan as an attempt to move brought new complaint from her body, but otherwise kept silent.  Could this be rescue?  She hoped, wished as hard as she could - encouraged by the seeming confidence in the newcomer, the discomfiture of the fungal nymph.<br/><br/>This time her hope was not misplaced - the unseen warrior-woman made short work of the fungal nymph, in marked contrast to Rayne's own failure.  And this warrior apparently kept her eyesight too, finding Rayne and freeing her.<br/><br/>The arcane archer clutched at the woman weakly, supported by the other's strength.  It took a few seconds to manage a reply, so great was the relief, and so complete was Rayne's defeat.  Finally she nodded, licked her lips, nodded again.  "Yes... yes, thank you!  But... but I'm blind, and ... she had a Shadow companion, earlier.  It has taken all my strength."  She looked in the direction the other's face must be.  "I'm so glad you came... and fared better than I.  Were you sent by the other nymph?"  Rayne coughed, tasting spunk.  "Sorry... my name is Rayne."  Probably the other could already tell, but Rayne didn't have that visual cue.  Although... "Did you say your name was... Youmu Konpaku?"  It sounded somewhat familiar, though she didn't think she'd met this warrior before.  Something she'd read or seen "elsewhere", then.<br/>