"We do not answer to you, dark practitioner!" the voice replied."Mages! I am Sir Rohea of Wollior. Identify yourselves." Sir Rohea, you say?" the voic...e questioned. "Prove it." Come here and you can see for yourself. Surely one of you must have been in court and will recognize me," Rohea challenged."Very well," a different, female voice answered. "I will ascertain his identity." No," the first voice said. "It could be a trap!"There was some rustling of the grass nearby, and a robed figured. "Suddenly I felt something sharp sting me in the neck. I reached for itand found something sticking out, something which I pulled out andfound to be a feather tipped dart. I stared at it for a moment inblank confusion, feeling a sluggishness quickly spreading through mybody at the same time."John," Val exclaimed, rushing to my side as I collapsed to the ground,unable to stand any longer. She bent over me and let out a sharp gaspas a dart suddenly appeared in her own neck just like the one. It had everything which attracted Yvonne to daring.Yet this particular dare went beyond nudity and exposure and left one open to much more. The simple dare was that you rent a room at the YWCA for the evening. Once inside the room, take a long, hot shower and leave all your clothes except your panties and bra in the bathroom. Then open the door to the hallway slightly open and get on the bed. Next you would have to gag yourself with your panties and use your bra to bind your hands behind your. She wore a short short skirt with no panties. She had shaved and lotioned her cunt for tonight. She pinched her nipples to make them big and hard just before she walked in the smoky bar.As she entered, the men started to stare at the almost naked slut. She went to the bar and ordered a drink and then took a table at the back where it was the darkest. She sat with her legs spread just to get more attention. Two men approached her and could not take their eyes off her tits. They each sat on.