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Realms Phantasy: Games Within Games
by PJ


Chapter 1

"This game sucks!" declared Rhant.

"We haven't even really gotten into it yet," protested Jana, who sat across
the campfire facing the irate mage.

"We don't have to, it's the same lame story like all the fantasy sims now.  A
dark god wants to increase his power, so he gets a power hungry wizard to
kidnap some babes for a pseudo- erotic ritual in order to take over the world. 
It's been done, it's tired!"

"Oh, so you decide to break character and ruin it for the both of us!" snapped
Jana.

"It was rather rude, Rhant," observed Jiri.  "You did the same thing in the
last node sim we played."

"Ultima Orgasm?  Ultima Upchuck is more appropriate!" snorted Rhant.  "That
sim was so regulated I couldn't get pussy from any of the NPC personas!"

"There's more to role-playing than having sex with the characters," replied
Jiri with a disapproving frown.

"Like what?  Casting imaginary spells and fighting computer-generated
monsters?  Puhleese!"

"Look, if you don't want to play anymore, why don't you just jack-out and ruin
some other game!" spat Jana.

"Nah, I'm already here, I think I'll just make things a little more
interesting," smiled Rhant darkly as he rose from the ground.

"You mess with the code and I'll castrate you myself," warned Jana, her eyes
smoldering.

"Don't worry, I won't," chuckled Rhant while he walked to the edge of the
forest clearing where the party had made their evening camp.  "By the way, that
romance sub-plot between you and me made me sick."

"Fuck you," retorted Jana, giving Rhant the finger.

Rhant's mocking laughter echoed through the trees as he disappeared into the
darkness.

"Should we quit?  You know he'll destroy the whole story by acting out of
character."

"No, let's play a little longer.  Who knows? By doing unpredictable things,
maybe Rhant will make the game more exciting," shrugged Jiri.

"Maybe," agreed Jana reluctantly.


Alfred Mortis sat back against the trunk of a tall tree, letting the soft wind
blow his long white hair away from his wrinkled face.  The necromancer smiled
just before a human shape emerged from the trees to face him.

"Thanks for the guides," remarked Rhant as tiny skeletal mice skittered across
the grassy clearing to crouch protectively around their master.

"I was using them to scout for Dove Falconhand, imagine my surprise when one
of them spotted you wandering the forest."

"Dove?  Oh, yeah!  She's one of those Chosen bitches, bursting with divine
magic, right?"

"Your tone of voice seems to have changed since our last meeting.  Are you
possessed?"

"No, no.  I want to change sides.  I want to join your team, go Xvim!"

"You wish to abandon your lovely companions?  I find that strange."

"You haven't had to travel with them."

"Hmph.  Why should I allow you to quest with me?"

"Jiri is a cleric of Lathander.  Her boss has connections with the Harpers,
the organization that your target buddies with, I believe," grinned Rhant
smugly.

"Hmm," replied Alfred, regarding the smiling young mage suspiciously.  "Very
well, you may accompany me for now.  Remember, I hold the power of Iyachtu
Xvim, defy me and death will seem like a sweet release."

"Yeah, yeah, betray me and die, I've heard it before," dismissed Rhant
casually.  "Now, what's the plan?"

"We must draw your friends, and possibly Dove, into a trap."

"How?"

"By appealing to their heroic natures," smiled Alfred coldly.



Dawn was just cresting over the tops of the trees near the village of
Dathorgrove.  Debra was hanging the daily wash over a cloths line when the
warning horns sounded.  The petite half-elf girl faced the direction that the
horn sounded from, holding her clasped hands beneath her breasts while the horn
shrilled again.

"Debra!  Get inside!" ordered Debra's elvish father.

Debra ran into her father's arms, letting him lead her inside to safety. 
Debra's human mother and her younger brother stood close together in the living
room, warm light pouring over them from the room's large window.

"Stay with your mother," said the girl's father before he took his sword from
where it lay on one of the living room chairs.

"Father!  Don't go!" exclaimed Debra, her light grey eyes wide with fright.

The elf's eyes softened briefly, he caressed Debra's left cheek, his fingers
tracing along her pale white skin.

"I love you, Debra.  I have to go to keep you safe," replied the elf before he
drew back his hand and left the house.

"I love you, too, papa," murmured Debra, her eyes brimming with tears.


Debra's father rushed to the western side of Dathorgrove, where the men were
preparing their defense.

"Who is it?  Goblins?  Orcs?" asked the elf.

"Undead, Tanis," replied an elf militiaman.  "It's the patrol that disappeared
last night."

"Damn.  Where's our wizard?"

"We found him in his cottage, his body looked like a swarm of rats had gotten
him."

"I hate necromancers," cursed Tanis.  

Scuffling bushes drew everyone's attention.  Tanis grasped the pommel of his
sword tightly, his thoughts warring between the coming battle and the family he
had left at home.  Zombies shambled out of the trees, four walking corpses that
had once been elvish scouts.  They stumbled from step to step, weapons held
loosely in their grey-skinned grasps.  A few fighter- mages cast spells,
hurling glowing darts of magic at the advancing undead.  Three zombies took
damage, but only one fell from fatal wounds.  Archers drew back bowstrings, but
before they could launch, a sphere of flame ignited in the midst of the
defenders, centered on the fighter- mages who had previously cast spells.  

The explosion hammered at Tanis' ears.  He squeezed his eyes shut against the
pain as comrades flew up into the air from the force of the detonation.  The
smell of charred flesh assaulted Tanis' nose while he opened his eyes and took
in the horrible scene.  Dead and dying elf warriors lay everywhere, their
bodies smoking and disfigured with burns.  The zombies reached the battle line,
hacking at the prone defenders with their blades.  Tanis rallied two of his
neighbors, charging the zombies from the right flank.  The elf warrior
dismembered a zombie's arm, then sliced a great rent in its stomach, releasing
a steaming bundle of glistening entrails.  Tanis' comrades destroyed a second
zombie, then attacked a third.  The third zombie stabbed one elf in the belly,
but fell to the surviving elf's shining sword swipe.

Undead vermin raced out of the trees, washing over the injured and the living
like a ungodly wave.  Elves screamed as skeletal rats and rabbits gnawed on
ankles and feet, then climbed up legs to bite and claw.  Tanis started to rush
to his townsmen's aid, but halted when he spotted a lone human in black robes
standing near a tree at the edge of the forest.  The wizard raised his right
hand, spilling glowing sand from his hand while mouthing strange words.  Tanis
snarled in rage, watching as several elves suddenly fell asleep where they
stood.  Skeletal rats swarmed over the sleeping defenders, knocking them to the
ground before tearing them to bloody shreds.  Tanis brandished his sword as he
ran towards the waiting necromancer.  The mage readied his black iron staff,
the weapon glowing with eerie green light.  Staff and blade rang as they
clashed, Tanis swung and stabbed, trying to find an opening in the wizard's
defense.  Alfred smiled eagerly, his dark blue eyes gleaming as he parried blow
after blow.  Tanis took a hit to the left shoulder, then a stab in the stomach
with the tip of the mage's staff.  Tanis stumbled backwards, before Alfred
knocked his feet out from under him with an agile foot sweep from his weapon. 
The elf smashed onto his back, his sword escaping from limp fingers.  Tanis
watched the mage stand over him, the human's face ecstatic with obscene joy.

"Debra," moaned Tanis before the mage's staff smashed into his head, breaking
it open like a melon.


While Alfred and his zombie slaves attacked the west side of Dathorgrove,
Rhant waited impatiently on the eastern side of town.  When the young wizard
caught the sound of the elves' warning horns, he laughed with evil
anticipation.  He grasped a wand eagerly in his right hand, aiming it at a two
story building just within town limits.  Invoking the command word, Rhant
watched as a blue-white bolt of lightning cracked from the wand to the
building, reducing the once quaint townhouse to a burning ruin.  Screams from
the elves trapped inside sang in Rhant's ears as he aimed at another building,
this time a long-sided inn.


The house seemed to shake with thunder as Debra waited with her mother and
brother.  She dared to look outside the window, horrified to see fires
consuming many of her home town's buildings.  Screams and the moans of the
dying wafted in the air, making Debra's lips tremble as they grew louder and
louder.

"Maybe we should go, try to find other families," suggested Debra softly.

"No!  We wait here for your father, just like he told us to," retorted the
girl's mother sharply, her arms wrapped protectively around her son's chest.

Debra returned her gaze to the window, the light of the fires glaring against
the smooth glass.  She spied a lonely figure dressed in a black tunic, brown
breeches, and boots, who seemed to be puzzling over a scroll.

"I wish the old man had gone over this more carefully," complained Rhant, his
attention focused on the scroll in his hands.  "Oh, well, might as well give it
a shot."

Debra watched the young human as he pointed at the dead body of an elf woman
who lay in the shadow of a narrow alley.  The human uttered words in a language
that made Debra's pointed ears hurt.  She narrowed her eyes as the words
wriggled inside her brain like ravenous worms.  Debra's eyes widened in
surprise when the dead elf staggered to her feet, a shard of debris lodged in
her lower back.

"I did it!  I did it!" shouted Rhant, dancing around his first undead
creation.  The elf zombie stared straight ahead, expressionless and unmoving
while Rhant fondled her breasts and rubbed his hand across her crotch.  

Debra put her hand over her mouth, disgusted with the human mage's lewd
antics. 

"Now, I suppose we should go join 'master' Alfred," smirked Rhant, leading his
undead minion down the street.

Debra stood paralyzed before the window, her eyes locked on the undead elf
woman who shambled slavishly after her new master.  The elf girl realized her
danger too late, backing away from the window just as Rhant happened to glance
in her direction.

"Ooo, fresh meat," chuckled Rhant, indicating Debra's house with an imperious
finger.  "Fetch, girl."

The zombie walked towards Debra's front door, then smashed it in with her
shoulder.  Debra's mother screamed in terror, her son moaning softly in her
arms.  Debra stumbled away from the zombie, until her back hit a wall.  The
undead elf woman grabbed Debra's left arm in a vice grip, dragging the
screaming girl towards the shattered door.  Debra's mother moved her son behind
her, then attacked the zombie, pulling on the elf woman's long hair and
scratching her cold skin.  Rhant watched with amusement as his undead slave
brought him his prize.  The zombie halted in front of Rhant, Debra held tightly
against its body with both hands.  Rhant relished the elf mother's desperation
for a few moments, then raised his right hand nonchalantly.

"No!  Please!  Don't hurt my mother!"  shouted Debra in Common, struggling
within the zombie's grasp.



Rhant smiled cruelly before he cast Magic Missile, the single red bolt
smashing into the elf mother's chest.  Debra's mother staggered back, blood
trickling from her lips before she fell limply to the ground.  Debra's brother
cried out, rushing from the house's doorway.

"No!  Stay back!" warned Debra.

Rhant regarded the elf boy, sniffed, then began walking west along the
boulevard.  The zombie followed her master, taking a writhing Debra with her.


"Is the girl really necessary?" inquired Alfred.

"Hell, yeah.  I'm going to shag her blue!" laughed Rhant.

"Just do it away from me, I have to keep an eye out for your friends," scowled
the necromancer.

"Got'cha, chief," saluted Rhant before he led his zombie and prisoner away
from the carnage of the western town edge.


"This'll do," observed Rhant as he entered the common room of the tavern.  The
room was empty, with several round tables, chairs, and a cold fireplace along
the right-hand wall.  A bar stood to the left, with stairs ascending up from
the far wall.

"Let me go!" shouted Debra, her arms pinned at her sides by the zombie.

"Shut up, bitch," replied Rhant casually before he slapped her across the
face.

"I love VR, it's so real," purred the mage as he rubbed the hand that had
struck Debra.

Debra stared fearfully at her captor while he rifled through the tavern's
liquor supply.  Rhant finally found a bottle of old wine, popping the cork and
sniffing its rich smell.  He took a long swig, licking the red liquid from his
lips with relish.  The mage leered at Debra, making her quiver under his gaze
as he gulped another long pull from the bottle.  Rhant slid his pack from his
shoulders, rummaging inside until he found several lengths of leather cord.

"Take her clothes off," ordered Rhant.

The elf woman zombie reached around to the front of Debra's white blouse,
ripping the thin fabric apart roughly.  Debra screamed, struggling vainly as
the zombie discarded her blouse and tore off her long skirt.  The half-elf girl
was clad only in panties and her leather shoes when Rhant spun her around and
tied her wrists behind her back.

"Stop it, please!" shouted Debra.

"I warned you, slut," clucked Rhant, kicking the backs of her lower legs
cruelly.  Debra grunted as she fell to her knees, her legs on fire with pain. 
Rhant yanked the girl's head back by her waist-length blue hair, forcing her
mouth open in order to fasten a leather strap inside it.  Tying the strap
behind her head, Rhant forced Debra's face onto the floor, thrusting her round
ass high into the air.  

"Naughty girls must be spanked," smiled Rhant as he took yet another strap and
slapped it across Debra's buttocks.  Debra moaned loudly through her gag, tears
glistening in her eyes while Rhant snapped the strap over her firm ass.  Red
bruises burned across the girl's skin, the slap of leather on flesh
reverberating in Debra's sensitive ears.  When both of Debra's buttocks were
covered in red welts, Rhant forced the girl into an upright kneeling position. 
He pinched her nipples until she groaned, then he fondled her still growing
tits.  

"Hmm, nice and soft," murmured Rhant into Debra's left ear as he squeezed her
young mounds, caressing them with his agile fingers.  "I bet your pussy's
getting wet right now."

Debra glanced at her tormentor with frightened eyes, her lips trembling around
the leather fastened against her face.

"Not so defiant now, are you, cunt?" observed Rhant, his right hand sliding
down Debra's bare back to her panties.  He slid the undergarment down to her
knees, then placed his hand between her clenched thighs.

"Open your legs, bitch," ordered Rhant impatiently.

Quivering under the young wizard's touch, Debra slowly opened her thighs so
Rhant could reach her nearly bare pussy.  The human fondled her little bush of
pubic hair, twining his fingers in the soft, blue curls.  Debra gasped softly
when Rhant rubbed her cunt with a finger, moving up and down the cleft of her
labia lips.

"You like this, don't you?  You've never been with a man before.  I'll change
that, my little whore."

Debra closed her eyes, groaning with revulsion when Rhant pressed his finger
deeper into her pussy, probing the soft pink folds of her slit.  Rhant lowered
his mouth to Debra's left breast, sucking deeply on it.  He rubbed his hand up
and down the crack of Debra's ass, his fingers teasing her pussy until it
became damp with arousal.
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