From pjurado@aol.com Thu May 29 04:02:21 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Realms Phantasy: Avatar of Bhaal Chp. 1 by PJ (Snuff, torture) From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Date: 29 May 1997 08:02:21 GMT -------- Realms Phantasy: Avatar of Bhaal by PJ http://members.aol.com/PJurado/index.html warning. adult content. Author's Warning: This is another of my really explicit tales. Lots of grissly violence and torture. I highly recommend that you do not read this if you get offended by this subject matter. For those who get off on this stuff, enjoy! Chapter 1 Margaret slowly opened the door to Jennifer's room, slipping inside as her older sister made out with her new boyfriend. Margaret marveled at how many boyfriends Jennifer had gone through since she started college this last year. Closing the door quietly, the young sixteen-year old girl stumbled in the dark until she found a lamp, then snapped it on to illuminate the cluttered bedroom. Scanning through the morass of discarded clothing and snack wrappers, Margaret finally found her sister's old PC, sitting alone in a desolate corner obscured by a slim, black, silk dress. Margaret dragged a chair in front of the abandoned machine, then threw the black garment away and looked for a power switch. Clicking the red lever up, the girl waited as the Windows 97 screen appeared, accompanied with an annoying tada sound. Pushing away an old Cosmo magazine, Margaret used the mouse to click on the Realms Phantasy icon, then waited again as the slow hard drive loaded up the game software. Glancing around the PC idly, Margaret spotted the neural web used by the game. She picked up the delicate headgear, then snuggled the web against her scalp. A jolt of electricity shot through Margaret's body as the neural web interfaced with her nervous system. The girl's vision was replaced by stark, black emptiness until a curled dragon icon appeared in the center of her sight. The dragon symbol exploded into a universe of stars, then faded away as an image of Storm Silverhand appeared, the lovely woman dressed in shining chainmail, her silver hair cascading down to the backs of her knees. "Greetings adventurer! I'm sorry to say that due to financial difficulties, Realms Phantasy will be closing down in twelve hours. Do you still wish to join the game?" asked Storm expectantly. "Yes," replied Margaret as her consciousness floated before the bard woman. "Character creation software is offline, I shall transform you into an existing Phantasy character," informed Storm as she raised both hands to point at Margaret, azure lightning playing across her slim fingers before it leapt forward, engulfing the girl in blinding radiance... Jana knelt upon the soft, waving grass, gazing in rapt fascination at the decaying corpses moldering on the ground. Flies buzzed around the bodies of several cats, dogs, and rabbits, their stomachs slashed open and their organs strewn across the earth. The green-haired girl sniffed the pungent, overpowering smell of death, the scent of rotting meat and melting intestines. As the young girl observed the decay, oblivious to the world around her, a young man dressed in plain tunic and breeches stomped up behind her, reaching down to yank painfully on the kneeling girl's long hair. "Jana! You shouldn't be here! This place is evil!" declared her slightly older brother, Mirek. "I just wanted to see what happened here last night," replied Jana as she rose slowly to her feet, brushing flecks of dirt from her long skirt. "Evil, perverted people came here, sacrificed to their god, Bhaal," muttered Mirek as he quickly made the sign to ward off darkness. "Isn't Bhaal dead? I heard that Cyric is the new god of Death," corrected Jana before she turned to regard the steaming corpses again. "You've been talking to strangers again!" accused Mirek with a dark frown. "I have," admitted the young girl. "They agreed to tell me stories of the outside world if I let them look at my panties." "Harlot! Temptress!" spat Mirek before he slapped his sister across the face. "Never show your secret place to strangers! Never show it to anyone!" "Why? They're very nice to me when I do," replied Jana as she gazed up at her brother innocently. "Chauntea protect this wicked girl," prayed Mirek before he snatched Jana's hand and dragged her back to their small farm. Jana performed her chores all day, then took a moment to relax as the large sun descended below the horizon to the west. The girl turned to look at the kill site, the bodies too small for her to see at such a great distance. Sighing, Jana began to turn away, then stopped as she discovered a human-shaped shade hovering over the bloated sacrifices. The shade floated towards her, two red burning eyes focused on her own wide blue ones as it drew closer. Jana stood breathlessly, unafraid, and strangely attracted to this dark specter as it approached. "Jana Moonbeam," groaned the shade as it halted in front of the awe-struck girl. "No, my name is just Jana. Jana of Ashabenford," replied the young woman. "You are Jana Moonbeam, your mind is not of this world," insisted the sepulcher voice of the apparition. "I vaguely recall coming from a strange place, but all of my memories are from here, my life on my parents' farm," said Jana with a confused frown. "I see," nodded the shade. "Then I shall call you simply Jana. I noticed your fascination with my servants' sacrifices." "Yes, they were compelling, attractive in some strange way." "You hear my call, the captivating song of Death," replied the shadow with approval. "Perhaps," agreed Jana tentatively. "Why do you call me?" "I am Bhaal, god of ritual death and sacrifice. You will be my avatar, my dread queen," declared the robed shade proudly. "I was raised to revere Chauntea, goddess of nature," said Jana without conviction. "But you do not love her, deep in your heart," suggested Bhaal. "You love me, you adore Death." "It is exciting," admitted Jana as her white skin blushed hotly. "Then I shall be your god and you shall give yourself to me," said Bhaal while he rose slowly into the air. "Great things are coming. The world is coming to an end. All of the other deities have abandoned Faerun. Only I remain, and Loviatar, goddess of Pain. We shall claim the remains of this world, it shall be a monument to Flesh and Agony." "Yes, my lord," whispered Jana as she watched the black shadow disappear, her blood boiling with lust and forbidden hungers. Vana Lasher stood over the prostrate form of Ravena Nightmane as the metropolis of Skull Port, once known as Waterdeep, burned brightly against the night sky. "So much for our grand empire," snarled Vana before she struck Ravena with an ivory wand. The red-haired sorceress clutched her bruised cheek, staring up fearfully at her one-time ally. "Our armies are destroyed, even though we did defeat Ashram and his followers. No one can oppose us, yet we don't have the strength to enforce our rule. Everyone's gone mad, the Zhentarim, the Wizards of Thay, everyone!" exclaimed Vana as she threw her hands up, exasperation gushing from her voice. "It's the Sysop. He's creating self- destruct protocols in all of the NPCs, forcing them to attack anything within reach until no is left alive. All of the other Player Characters are gone, it's just us!" "No, someone just logged on," whispered Ravena as she wiped blood from a cut lip. "I think it's Jenna Moonbeam." "Impossible, you killed her in Shadowdale," argued Vana. "Someone is using her account with the system," replied Ravena as she stared vaguely into space. "Really?" said Vana as she stroked her chin in thought. "Well, if I can't kill Jenna again, I'll just have to take her little friend. But first, I deal with you." "Me?" squeaked Ravena fearfully. "Why kill me? I can help you, just like old times." "No. I have your shard of the Magick Staff. I'll find the other so I can stabilize this world and prevent it from self-destructing. It will be nice to have an entire virtual world of victims to torture and mutilate," gloated Vana as she licked her lips with anticipation. "Nope, you die." "Please! Nooo!" shouted Ravena while Vana motioned for two burly mercenaries to grab the mage's shoulders and force her onto her back upon the ground. The smell of burnt wood and flesh wafted from the ruins of Skull Port as Vana took a long, iron nail and pounded it into Ravena's left wrist, hot blood spurting from the wound to drench the earth. The fiery-maned girl screamed frantically as Vana nailed her other wrist down, then sliced off her robes with a wavy, black dagger. The raven-haired cleric of Loviatar knelt down to bind the naked girl's ankles with a strip of leather, then nailed the end of the strip into the dirt. Ravena's bare, smooth legs wriggled futilely as the sorceress fought her confinement. Blood ran from her ugly impalements, pooling under her hands and sticking to her disheveled, red lockes. "You do have a beautiful body," commented Vana as she looked down at her former friend's nudity, her eyes raking across heaving, bare breasts and a small patch of red pubic hair. "Boys, piss on her." The mercenaries grinned cruelly as they walked up to Ravena's shoulders, untying their breeches and removing their large cocks. The men stroked their tools as they gazed at Ravena's helpless nudity, enjoying the sight of her tits wiggling as she writhed upon the ground. Grunting, both men released streams of golden urine, soaking Ravena's face with steaming piss. Vana laughed maliciously, fondling a leather whip as the redhead sputtered and coughed with disgust. "Fuck her mouth if you want," offered Vana non-challantly. A blonde-haired soldier laughed as he knelt before Ravena's head, grabbing a fistful of her blood and urine-coated hair, then forcing her to take his cock into her dripping mouth. Ravena moaned weakly, her eyes squeezed shut as the mercenary thrust his member down her throat, forcing her to gag as piss dripped from the tip of his tool into her esophagus. Vana began to pant softly as the sight of the man pumping his meat into the prone girl's mouth aroused her pussy and made her nipples hard. The evil cleric slashed down with her whip, scarring Ravena's smooth, creamy stomach with a pretty, red welt. Vana whipped down again and again, the crack of leather against soft flesh sending jolts of ecstasy into the cleric's perverse brain. Ravena groaned in protest as the soldier rubbed his penis against her nose and lips, forcing her to smell his manhood before he plunged his rod back into her small, warm mouth. Vana disrobed as Skull Port burned behind her, the young woman's body shapely and white with purity as she strapped on a spiked dildo. The cleric knelt across Ravena's thighs, rubbing the tip of the dildo across the surface of the girl's sensitive bush. Smiling coldly, Vana shoved the spiked pole into Ravena's pussy, relishing the girl's muffled screams of agony as she thrust the painful tool deep into the mage girl's vagina. Blood spurted from Ravena's ravaged cunt, staining her upper thighs with scarlet wine as Vana pumped lewdly up and down, the dildo tearing and ripping fragile pussy-flesh. Ravena's hands spasmed uncontrollably in their impaled bonds, her breasts pumping like overworked bellows as the sadistic cleric fucked her torn slit while Vana's henchman filled her throat with throbbing meat. "Pull out of her," ordered Vana as she continued fucking Ravena's cunt, blood spewing into the air to coat the cleric's breasts and flat stomach with crimson gore. Reaching to the ground nearby, Vana retrieved a Loviatar's Kiss, a mouth gag with a sharp, iron spike attached. "No...please," moaned Ravena weakly, her head lolling pathetically as she lost more and more blood. Vana steadied the naked girl's head, then rammed the spike into her open mouth, impaling the naked female's tongue and fastening it to the lower portion of her jaw. Ravena groaned softly as blood dripped down her chin, her eyes glazed with agony while Vana fastened the leather gag strip tightly around her head. Ravena's naked body was deathly pale as Vana fucked her slashed pussy over and over. Blood dried over the naked girl's crotch and bare legs, the flow ebbing to a trickle as less and less fluid remained within the bound female. Vana fondled Ravena's nearly still breasts, kneading the mounds of cool flesh, leaning down to bite the blue nipples and suck loudly on the pale hills of lust. Ravena moaned once more from her gag, then grew limp as Death finally claimed her. Vana didn't care, in fact she drew even more enjoyment as she screwed the dead girl's body, making it jerk and bounce as she rammed the spiked cock into the still young woman's slashed cunt. Sated, Vana rose to her feet, removing the dildo, then holding it over her head, opening her mouth to receive a downpour of blood and torn vagina flesh. The cleric licked her lips with satisfaction as she spun to watch the last dying embers of debris that once formed the great city of Waterdeep. Fire shined in Vana Lasher's large eyes as she inhaled the reek of Death and found it good, very good. ***********************************************