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Servant of Nagash
by PJ
pjurado@aol.com
Chapter 1:
"I can't do it, it's embarrassing," hissed Gwen with a blush.
"Ah, c'mon, honey!" begged Mark with wide, pleading eyes.
"The others will hear us," protested the blonde-haired girl as she
leaned back against the cool wall of the bathroom.
"I won't make a sound, and you'll have your mouth full," replied Mark
with a lecherous grin.
"Well, alright," said Gwen with a fragile smile of her own. "But you
owe me big."
"I'll pay your half of the pizza," offered Mark generously as he sat
on the lowered lid of the toilet and unzipped his jeans. Sighing with
resignation, Gwen knelt down between her boyfriend's outspread legs, then
leaned forward just as Mark's penis fell free from his shorts. Taking the
cock with both of her small hands, Gwen licked the member tentatively,
then rubbed her red lips down the shaft of Mark's tool. The sandy-haired
young man closed his eyes and smiled with pleasure as his lovely
girlfriend sucked deeply on his balls, then licked up the bottom of his
cock until she reached the engorged head. Caressing the swollen tip with
her wet tongue, Gwen encased the throbbing cock in her small mouth, then
began moving her head up and down as she sucked wantonly on Mark's rod.
Clasping the blonde girl's head with both hands, Mark thrust his crotch
against her face, plunging his penis deep inside her tight throat until
she quietly gagged and backed away. Holding Gwen in place by her
shoulders, Mark fucked her moist, red mouth until he spurted warm cum into
her throat, making her drink his seed until his shaft was dry.
"You didn't say that I had to drink it," growled Gwen as she abruptly
stood up and wiped her mouth with a hand towel.
"I bet you enjoyed it, babe," smirked Mark while he zipped up his
pants and combed his unruly hair with his fingers.
"Go fuck yourself, Mark," shot back Gwen with a toss of her long,
blonde hair before she flung open the door of the bathroom and stalked
out. Smiling to himself, Mark turned off the bathroom light, then moved
to rejoin his friends who sat around a square, fold-out table. Sheets of
white paper scribbled with notes and piles of dice littered the table as
the Game Master studied his notes and prepared to begin the game.
"Who ya going to play this time, Tom?" asked Mark as he sat down
bonelessly and snatched a cool beer from a nearby coffee table.
"Who else? A cleric," replied Amy with a bored expression while she
recorded her character's equipment from the Warhammer Fantasy RPG book.
"Man, ya need to play a thief. Thieves kick ass!" declared Mark with
feeling.
"A wizard could turn your thief into ground chuck," whispered Amy
with menace.
"You can play with my meat anytime, honey," retorted Mark with a
leer.
"If we're through with the witty, verbal fencing, perhaps we could
begin the game?" asked the Game Master, John.
"Fire away," agreed Mark before he took a long drink from his beer.
"Gwen, what's your character?" asked John gravely.
"She's a fighter," replied Gwen quietly.
"Whoa! A babe in a chainmail bikini, I like it!" smiled Mark as he
winked at a subdued Gwen.
"If we can begin. Your party of adventurers is travelling along the
Blind River, which flows east from the World's Edge Mountains to the
Marshes of Madness in the west. Rumors from nearby village taverns tell
of ancient ruins that contain vast, unclaimed treasures of long, dead
kings and mages. Hoping to recover some of this lost wealth, your party
has set out to search for one of these tombs and pillage it. Mark, the
leader of the band, rides ahead to scout for possible ambushes and signs
of ruins," said John as the lights in the room slowly died, plunging
everyone into pitch blackness.
"What the fuck's wrong with the lights!" yelled Mark as he tried to
rise from his chair. The group of young people yelled and groped blindly
in the dark as a cold wind blew across each of them and turned their hearts
to ice. Chanting filled everyone's ears, dark, evil words of ancient power
that invoked images of death, rape, and corruption. As quickly as the
darkness came, it lifted, revealing a large, grassy plain sheltered by a
clear, star-filled sky.
"Where are we?" asked Tom, who now wore white robes and a silver
across over his chest held by a chain necklace.
"It looks like a prairie," replied Amy, who wore bright red robes and
carried a gnarled quarterstaff.
"How the fuck did we get here?" asked Mark, dressed in slick black
leather with a long, hooded cloak.
"Magick, my friend. The limitless, seductive power of magick,"
murmured John, who was now garbed in flowing black robes and carried a
thick, rune-engraved book bound with human flesh. "Give in to the sweet
corruption of Chaos, and you will live forever!"
Laughing harshly, John disappeared in a swirl of greenish light,
abandoning his four victims to their fate.
"I knew that I should have stayed home and watched Voyager," moaned
Gwen as she tucked a strand of long, blonde hair behind one of her
delicate, pointed, Elven ears.
*****************************
Chapter 2
"What do we do now?" asked Tom nervously.
"Find a way home," replied Amy.
"How?" inquired Gwen.
"Let's find some real powerful wizard-dude. They always know how to
fix things," suggested Mark.
"That's actually a good idea," said Amy as she dug a small pit, then
created a small fire with her magick. Everyone gathered around the small
blaze, warming themselves as a cold breeze swept over the plains.
"Where's the closest archmage?" asked Tom as he held his hands before
the fire.
"The closest human settlements are in the north, within the Border
Princes' lands. We should ride north as soon as we can," recommended Amy.
"Hold the phone. Can't we check out some of the ruins that John said
were around here. I bet we could find lots of gold and other cool stuff,"
said Mark enthusiastically.
"Staying here is dangerous, Mark. This region is heavily patrolled
by undead creatures that serve the Supreme Lord of the Undead, Nagash.
John himself appeared to be a necromancer in Nagash's service. We should
leave immediately," urged Amy.
"This place looks safe for now. Let's get some rest and head out in
the morning," suggested Tom with a yawn.
"I'm for that. The trip took alot out of me," said Mark before he
retrieved a bedroll from his docile horse, unrolled it, then quickly slid
inside and fell deeply asleep. Tom prepared his own bedroll happily while
Gwen shrugged helplessly at Amy, then moved to copy her boyfriend.
Sighing with frustration, Amy took a blanket from one of her saddlebags,
then hunched over the fire with her blanket across her shoulders as she
stood guard over the camp. Soon, Mark's loud snores assaulted Amy's ears,
forcing her to grit her teeth in displeasure. Hours passed, and slowly,
Amy's eyes grew heavy, then closed without conscious effort. The
red-haired girl fell into a deep sleep, her body going limp and sliding
silently onto its back. With a start, Amy appeared in a blood-red void,
swirling clouds and energy waves crashing around her as she floated in a
sea of open space with no solid objects in sight.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" asked a smug, cold voice behind the young
woman. Spinning around to face the speaker, Amy gasped faintly as John
hovered before her. "Welcome to the Astral Plane. The realm of magick,
the realm of Chaos."
"Magick and Chaos are mutually exclusive," retorted Amy with a frown.
"They are more intertwined than you would like to believe," said John
with a feral grin. "But we can discuss magickal theory another time. I'm
here to give you a choice: agree to serve Chaos and its avatar, Nagash, or
die horribly after being raped and violated by the Undead Lord's hungry
minions. Trust me, you don't want to fall under their tender attentions."
"It couldn't be any worse than suffering under your attentions," spat
Amy. "I refuse."
"I'm disappointed with your attitude, but it wasn't completely
unexpected. You always were a cold, little bitch. Perhaps I'll warm you
up a little," replied John as his eyes turned burning red and sharp,
serpent-shaped fangs slid from his upper jaw. Outstretching his arms,
John sprouted long, slimy tentacles that shot forward and wrapped around
Amy's wrists and ankles. Struggling ineffectually, the red-haired mage
girl tried to summon her power to break the evil necromancer's hold, but
nothing happened.
"Stupid slut," laughed John as he slid closer to his helpless prey.
"I control this realm, only I can alter it to reflect my will."
Shuddering with revulsion, Amy screamed with rage as John's tentacle
limbs ripped off her mental robes, exposing her slim, creamy, white body.
Drooling with hunger and lust, John sprung more tentacles that wrapped
around Amy's round breasts and squeezed them tightly. Little fanged
mouths appeared at the end of each tentacle, licking and biting Amy's
tender flesh, then sucking wetly on her pink nipples. The naked girl
moaned as a phallic-shaped tentacle hovered before her red-haired bush,
dripping greenish ichor before it sprang forward and slid into her warm
cunt. Amy groaned in shame and helplessness as the cock-limb pushed
deeply into her wet vagina, exploring her womanhood with wanton eagerness.
"You may have a cold mind, but your body is having fun," whispered
John huskily before he leaned forward to lick her left tit, then slide his
long, saliva-dripping tongue across her left shoulder to her slim neck,
then up her chin and across her parted, full, red lips.
"Fuck you," groaned Amy before she closed her eyes with loathing.
"I'd rather fuck you, my little whore," smiled John just as he
pressed his mouth across Amy's and forced his long, forked tongue deep
inside her small throat. Amy gagged and moaned with horror, but her body
grew warm with uncontrollable arousal, her nipples grew hard and erect,
while her crotch began to burn and clench around the cock-member pumping
in and out of her slit.
John spun the bound girl around so that her back and shapely ass
faced him. He pulled Amy's head back by her long, red hair, then crushed
her tits with both of his clawed hands as he pushed his bulging cock back
inside of her pussy, then wrapped her naked body in slime-drenched
tentacles. Amy shivered at the cold touch of the limbs as they caressed
and coated her warm, tender flesh. She moaned weakly as John grabbed her
by the hips and pulled her ass against his cock, thrusting it deeper into
her tight fuckhole. Amy panted for air, her average-sized breasts heaving
while her attacker held her arms behind her back and pumped her cunt with
his tool, plunging deep inside of her belly. The naked girl's feet
dangled helplessly in the air of Astral Space as she was pressed firmly
against the now scaly body of the dark mage John. He hissed with pleasure
as he licked the sweet flesh of her back, caressing her smooth, firm ass
with his claws, drawing thin trails of blood across her white skin. With
a jerk, Amy moaned, then moaned louder as she felt a powerful orgasm
explode in her pussy and gush out, covering John's engorged cock with warm
honey from her womb. Pushing into Amy's belly until he smacked her
g-spot, John hugged the beautiful girl to his gnarled, dry-skinned body
until he cummed inside of her, filling her warm void with a flood of his
seed. Amy gasped for breath as another orgasm assaulted her, making her
limbs weak and slack as sweat covered her naked body and dripped from her
fiery, red hair.
"I knew that you had the body of a whore," gloated John as he
released the naked girl to float aimlessly in the sea of empty space.
"And now, you know too. What will the logical mage do now?"
Laughing harshly, John floated farther and farther away from the limp
mage girl. As the evil wizard's cruel mirth faded away, Amy shuddered in
her real body, then snapped her eyes open in alarm. Gazing around to find
her companions still peacefully asleep, Amy drew her slim legs close her
stomach, then lowered her sweaty head to her knees and shook with silent,
painful sobs.
"Where are the sheep that you brought with you?" rumbled the deep
voice of Nagash.
"Nearby. I thought that you would like to play with them a little
before slaying them for their blood," replied John respectfully as he
knelt before Nagash's throne of bones.
"You know me well, slave. Yes, let us play with them first," agreed
Nagash before he hissed with malicious laughter.
************************************
Chapter 3
The sun rose slowly over the World's Edge Mountains, bathing the
grassy plain in warm, orange illumination. Mark, Tom, and Gwen slowly
awakened, groaning with back pain and sore muscles. The party broke camp,
then mounted their horses and began riding north. Amy was silent and
pale, not even speaking to Gwen when she asked what the problem was.
Tense quiet fell over the group as they galloped through patches of short,
brown grass with the mountains looming to their right. The day passed
uneventfully, until the riders discovered a tall, looming tower of black
rock directly in their path. Turning west to avoid the ominous structure,
the companions rode carefully until they reached the edges of a sprawling,
decayed city. Humans and Elves walked submissively through the garbage-
choked streets, carrying heavy burdens or travelling furtively on unknown
business as the dark tower watched over them.
"This must be the fortress of Morgheim," whispered Amy emotionlessly.
"Who rules it?" asked Tom with apprehension.
"Nagash and his undead," replied the mage girl.
"Shouldn't we get the hell out of here?" asked Mark uneasily.
"It should be okay as long as we don't draw attention to ourselves,"
replied Amy.
Flicking the reins of her steed, Amy led the way into the oppressive
city, staring straight ahead as she passed street walkers dressed in rags
with thin, starved bodies. Gwen bit her lower lip in fear and pity, trying
to avoid the blank, despair-filled eyes of the undead city's inhabitants.
Eventually, the party found an inn not far from the edge of town, the
Bones' Rest. Settling the horses within a filthy, badly-built stable, the
companions walked across a small, cobblestone courtyard to the door of the
inn. Stepping inside to escape the descending chill of nightfall, the
adventurers grimaced at the smell of vomit, urine, and stale beer that
permeated the establishment.
"Smells like my gym locker," frowned Mark.
Amy walked over to a short bar where a fat, greasy man dressed in a
soiled apron watched over the few patrons in the common room. Renting
four rooms on the second floor, the mage girl gave each of the companions
a rusty, iron key, then quickly ascended the loud staircase without
another word.
"What's up with her?" asked Mark as the three remaining travellers
stood at the foot of the staircase.
"Maybe it's that time of the month," replied Tom with a snicker.
"That's not very nice, Tom," rebuked Gwen with a sharp glare.
"Oops. Sorry, Gwen," apologized the cleric before he began climbing
the stairs to his room.
"Stay with me tonight," suggested Mark.
"Well, I guess it would be better than sleeping in a cold, dark room
by myself," pondered Gwen softly.
"Sure it would, beautiful. Let's go!" declared the black-garbed
thief as he took the Elf girl's slim arm and led her to the second floor.
Finding the door number that matched their key, Mark jiggled the key
within the unkempt lock until it clicked open. Entering quickly, Mark
struggled within the dark as Gwen looked around with no problem at all.
"There's a candle on the table to your left," said the Elf girl as
she closed the door behind her and twisted the lock shut.
"I can't see a fucking thing," complained Mark before he slammed his
right knee into the foot of the bed. "Son of a bitch!"
Gwen giggled softly as she watched Mark discover the table and fumble
in his beltpouch for flint. Striking a spark, the thief lit the stubby
candle, then set it back down on the small table's surface. A dirt-
encrusted window was totally opaque to the outside, while a small chest sat
on the right-hand wall. A bed was set next to the far wall, positioned so
the foot faced the doorway.
"Now this is a classy setup," said Mark as he sat heavily on the
straw mattress and began pulling off his boots. Gwen moved to the right
side of the room, sitting lightly on the ripped sheets before beginning to
undress. Mark slid underneath the sheets completely naked, then watched
as the lovely Elf girl removed her chainmail vest, thigh armor, and
knee-length, heeled, leather boots. Dressed in a white, lace bra and
panties, the blonde-haired Elf pulled the thin sheet over her slim,
pale-skinned body and stared blankly at the rotting ceiling.
"I've never porked an Elf chick before," said Mark as he lay on his
left side and watched his attractive companion.
"Don't forget to blow the candle out," replied Gwen.
Distracted for the moment, Mark turned around to lean forward and
blow out the small light, then he rolled back to stare at the rise and
fall of Gwen's round breasts illuminated by weak beams of light from
below.
"C'mon, Gwen. We're on a weird planet out of 'Night of the Living
Dead', you gotta help me get through it," moaned Mark as he lightly traced
a finger up Gwen's flat stomach.
"Think about pizza or beer," suggested Gwen before she rolled away
from the thief, warding him away with her back.
"Fucking bitch!" spat Mark as he grabbed Gwen's right shoulder and
forced her onto her back. "When I say that we fuck, we fuck!"
"Get off of me!" screamed the Elf girl as Mark pulled the sheet away,
then ripped off her bra with his right hand.
"Shut up, whore!" yelled Mark before he slapped Gwen hard across the
face. The blonde-haired Elf girl continued to struggle in the human's
grip until he slapped her repeatedly, then punched her in the stomach.
Gasping for air, Gwen was helpless as Mark ripped off a section of sheet
and used it to tie her small wrists to the headpost of the bed.
Grinning sadistically, Mark ran his hands over Gwen's heaving, firm
tits, then bent down to suck noisily on them, leaving trails of saliva on
her smooth, creamy flesh. The Elf girl moaned softly as the thief bit her
sensitive nipples, then licked the pink dots until they grew hard with
arousal. As he filled his drooling mouth with the bound girl's warm
melons, the thief reached down with his left hand to grope her blonde-
haired pussy. Sliding his rough hand over her warm crotch, Mark caressed
the Elf girl's delicate labia, then rubbed his fingers between the fleshy
folds of her cunt. Gwen moaned with pleasure and frustration, struggling
weakly against the tight, cloth restraints that held her wrists together.
Licking between the prone girl's round breasts, Mark briefly kissed the Elf
on her moist, red lips, caressing her tongue and throat with his pink
probe. Rubbing and fondling Gwen's smooth, white skin, Mark made little
kisses along the girl's stomach and thighs, making her flinch with each
brush of his cool lips. Reaching the helpless Elf's crotch, Mark sniffed
her rich, musky scent, then licked across the flesh of her inner thighs.
Groaning with her eyes shut, Gwen felt a wetness build in her vagina, her
skin growing flush and hot as her body responded to the stimuli of her
overpowering lover. Mark nuzzled inside Gwen's moist pussy, gorging on the
naked girl's juices and throbbing flesh while he held her legs apart with
his hands. He licked up and down her cunt, devouring her honey as it
trickled out with increasing frequency. The bound Elf girl's moans filled
the room, her tits rising and falling like bellows as her limbs grew taut
with growing excitement. Licking her red lips thirstily, Gwen groaned
loudly as an orgasm filled her womb, causing a stream of warm liquid to
flow out into Mark's eager mouth. As the aroused man licked and sucked on
her slit like a starving animal, the Elf girl jerked as another orgasm
slammed into her brain, then another. Gwen's arms and legs twitched
uncontrollably as wave after wave of sexual ecstasy filled her slim body,
bursting forth in a flood of hot cream. The Elf girl's thighs, stomach,
and ass were covered in her sweet, glistening juices which Mark did his
best to lick off every inch of her flushed, panting body.
Feeling his cock stiff and full to bursting, Mark crawled on top of
Gwen's sweat-covered body and rubbed his tool across the gasping Elf
girl's mouth. Pre-cum coated Gwen's full lips as Mark thrust his penis
into her open mouth, then pushed relentlessly down her throat until his
member filled her oral cavity. Gagging with her eyes wide open, Gwen
moaned weakly as Mark pumped in and out of her mouth, fucking her tight,
grasping lips with his meat until he shot his load. Thick, sticky cum
fell like rain across Gwen's cheeks, nose, and chin. Grunting with
release and pleasure, Mark smiled in satisfaction as he gazed at his
naked, sweaty, cum-dripping fucktoy. Gwen restrained a desperate sob as
Mark slid off of her violated body, then rolled onto his side to get some
sleep. Alone and cold within the malicious darkness, Gwen rolled away
from Mark and curled up into a fetal ball with her hands tied limply above
her head, her body shaking with helpless agony as she cried herself to
sleep.
"The wraith lord will pay well for this," muttered the innkeeper with
satisfaction as he de-activated the recording orb, then replayed the rape
scene between Mark and Gwen as he grabbed his erect cock and jerked
himself off.
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Servant of Nagash
by PJ
Chapters 1-3
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