"Rayne what are you doing-" Starstrike squealed in surprise as, instead of being dropped onto the futa cock as she was expecting, she found herself pushed off Rayne's lap. Off balance physically and in a haze of as yet unsatisfied lust mentally, the oracle put up little resistance while she was dragged-lead none too gently by the hair over to the rows of casks. She started to understand when Rayne pulled her back onto her feet but kept her bent over - bracing herself by putting her hands on the edge of the cask. Too bad she was mistaken a second time, losing her grip in the surprise of being shoved in between two rows of casks, her cry quickly muffled in the tight confines she found herself in.<br/><br/>Her hands pulled back and the height of the cask just high enough to force her to stand on tiptoes, Rayne's newest fucktoy was helpless and completely at her mistress's mercy. The reduction of Starstrike to a tight round ass, red where she had been spanked, and a sopping pussy hole only useful for being stretched wide and stuffed full was evidently arousing dark desires in not only Rayne but also the "victim" herself. Even if it wasn't dark there was nothing for the oracle to see anyways, trapped as she was, and her ears were filled with the sounds of her own moans echoing in the recess. So her sense of touch was amplified, her whole world reduced to the half-elven hands gripping her wrists and pulling her back, so strong from the long use of the bow, and the inevitable thrust of the hot rock-hard member that pushed her back all the way, dragging her breasts along the wood, the stiffness of her sensitive nipples only ensuring that they rubbed against the cask making it that much worse... she was being pushed relentlessly towards her own climax...<br/><br/>Of course it was moments before Rayne and Starstrike were about to cum together that there were heavy footsteps above the cellar trapdoor, and then a loud metallic squeak as the hinges protested the trapdoor's opening... someone's voice was shouting at someone else to bring up more beer from the cellar. The bestial part of Rayne wanted to say fuck it and finish the last few strokes and cum, consequences be damned. The more logical part of Rayne noted hiding places aplenty, among the casks or even behind the tunnel door, but of course pulling out now would forfeit all the pleasure built up so far...