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Servant of Nagash
by PJ
pjurado@aol.com
Chapter 6
The mage girl, Amy, approached the iron gate that blocked the entrance
to a squat wizard's tower. Stopping before the spike-topped portal, the
red-haired young woman waited patiently until it creaked loudly inwards.
Walking down a pitted, stone block pathway, the girl made her way to the
foot of the tower, then stood as the building's reinforced wooden door
opened for her. An old man with a flowing white beard and long, white robes
struggled down a spiralling staircase, then shambled across the entrance
chamber to greet his guest.
"Yes, may I help you?" asked the old man politely as he ushered Amy
inside by the arm, then closed the door behind her.
"I hope so. I heard whispers that you aid strangers from time to time,
and I really need some help right now," admitted Amy with a depreciating
smile.
"I'll do what I can," promised the wizard while he guided Amy into a
nearby room with several comfortable chairs, softly glowing crystal orbs,
and a large, brightly-lit fireplace. "Please, have a seat."
The young woman sat within a large, cushioned chair, then waited as
the wizard poured two clear glasses of wine, then offered one to her.
Accepting with a nod, Amy took the glass, then sipped the tartly sweet
beverage. Smiling at his lovely guest's enjoyment of the drink, the old
mage sat heavily in a chair across from the girl, then sipped his own drink
while regarding her.
"I come from another world, a planet called Earth. Somehow an evil
necromancer named John teleported myself and three others to this place,
and now he hopes to use us in some dark plot. I think that he serves Chaos,
he wanted me to join with him, but I refused," explained Amy honestly.
"John? Yes, I have heard of this necromancer. He serves the Supreme
Lord of the Undead, Nagash," replied the wizard with a frown. "The latest
reports from the Imperial Mages Guild say that he is leading an army of
Undead into the heart of the Empire. I have no idea why he would summon
strangers to the Old World."
"Can you help my companions return home, Ambert?" asked the girl.
"I'm sorry, but I do not possess the power necessary for dimensional
travel. Your only hope of returning to your world is to travel north, past
Kislev and the Troll lands, to the great portal of Chaos," said the mage
gravely. "Only the Chaos Portal has access to all the planes of creation."
"The Chaos Portal? That's in the heart of Chaos controlled territory!
We wouldn't last a day there!" exclaimed Amy with frustration.
"It's the only way, I'm sorry," apologized Ambert with sympathetic
eyes. "If there's anything else that I can do, please tell me."
"Can you teach me some powerful Battle spells?" requested the girl
hopefully.
"I know a couple useful incantations," responded Ambert with a grin.
***
Mark entered the common room of the Forge Inn, finding Thomas at a
table talking eagerly with a pretty serving wench. Swaggering up to the
food-laiden table, the thief plopped down into a chair, then grabbed a
wedge of cheese to nibble on.
"Have you seen the babes around?" asked Mark.
"No. I haven't, Mark," replied Tom with a sigh as he watched the
green-haired Half-Elf sway her hips as she departed. "Amy said something
about finding a mage to help us get home before she left."
"What about Gwen?" inquired the rogue with a gleam in his right eye.
"Nothing. She just left after lunch," said Tom with a shrug.
"Damn it," cursed Mark before he took a warm chicken leg from Tom's
plate, then helped himself to a mug of ale.
***
Gwen wandered aimlessly down the crowd-choked streets of Barak Varr.
Afternoon faded into night, prodding citizens to light candles and lanterns
within their homes as street custodians lit lamps on tall corner poles.
Wrapped in her own dark thoughts, the Elf girl was completely surprised
when two large men dragged her into an alley and drugged her with a moist
cloth over the nose and mouth. Unconscious and limp, the men stuffed Gwen
into a thick, cloth sack, then hastily left the alley and travelled south
towards the dock quarter. Slinking into a dark, seemingly abandoned
warehouse, the men carried their beautiful burden down a wooden trapdoor,
then descended a ladder into a torch-lit, underground chamber.
"Did you get one?" asked a corpse-thin, pasty-fleshed man dressed in
black robes.
"Yeah, a real looker," grinned the dark-haired thug viciously.
"Put her on the examining table," ordered the pale man as he turned to
a nearby table full of chemicals and liquid-filled beakers. While he
carefully drew red fluid into a injector, the two men deposited the cloth
sack onto a body-length marble block, then carefully withdrew the helpless
Elf girl. Smiling cruelly, the pale man walked up to the block, then took
Gwen's right arm and injected her with the thick, red fluid. The young
woman's body trembled and spasmed as the strange concoction filled her
bloodstream, altering her mind and filling it with dark impulses.
"This wench will fetch a fine price," remarked the pale man with a
smug expression. "Perhaps one of the local merchant lords will want her."
"Do we take her to the usual place?" asked the blonde-haired thug.
"Yes, and don't forget to get the gold before you leave," admonished
the black-robed leader with a frown.
"We won't forget," re-assured the dark-haired thug before he helped
his partner replace the sack over Gwen's body, then sling her over his left
shoulder as he left the chamber.
***
The Elf girl awoke upon a small, sweat-stained cot inside a tiny,
brightly-lit dressing room. Loud, thunderous drums and shrilling flutes
assaulted the blonde girl's sensitive ears as she shook her head and
groaned softly.
"You better hurry, you're on next," said a rich, husky voice from one
of the dressing tables. Focusing her bleary eyes, Gwen saw a slim, red-
haired woman with light blue skin and delicate, bat-like wings. Turning
from her make-up application, the strange female smiled lightly at the Elf
girl, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. "Hi, I'm Demona."
"What are you?" asked Gwen weakly as she struggled to her feet.
"I'm a Succubus, thank you very much," replied Demona crossly with
twitching wings.
"Where am I?" inquired Gwen before she sat at a nearby table and gazed
at her droopy-lidded image in a dressing mirror.
"The Gates of Pleasure, a local stripbar and slave market. If someone
takes a fancy to you during your act, they'll buy you and take you away,"
answered the demon-girl as she finished applying her black lipstick, then
began touching up her eyelashes.
"What's the fucking problem?!" roared a male voice just before the
door of the dressing room slammed open revealing a short, black-bearded
Dwarf with an eyepatch on his left eye and a ugly scar running from
forehead to chin.
"The new meat is still out of it, Sergio," replied Demona casually.
"Devil's balls! I have to do everything around here!" swore the Dwarf
as he charged forward, ripped off Gwen's thin shift, then pushed her
towards a rack of small, leather outfits. "Put one on, bitch! Then be on
stage in three minutes unless you want me to get really nasty!"
Slapping the Elf girl's ass painfully, Sergio stomped out of the room,
leaving her alone with the uncaring Succubus.
"Got to go. I'm giving some cleric a blowjob," said Demona with a sly
wink as she swayed seductively out of the dressing room. Left alone, Gwen
hugged her arms across her round breasts, then looked at the leather
halters and straps that passed for clothing.
Strangely, the Elf girl found herself drawn to the leather attire.
Walking up to the rack, Gwen touched a black, leather bra with her right
hand, rubbing the slick material with her slim fingers. Smiling with
unconscious pleasure, Gwen raised the leather material to her right cheek,
then rubbed it across her blushing flesh as she moaned softly. Sergio
shouted for Gwen to hurry, forcing her to quickly don the leather, metal-
studded bra, a black, leather g-string, glossy, thigh-length, spike-heeled
boots, gloves, and a choke collar. The Elf girl hastily tied her long,
blonde hair in a ponytail, then applied bright, red lipstick to her full,
sensuous lips. Pressing her lips together, then pouting, Gwen quickly left
the dressing room, then ran to the brightly-lit stage and mounted it.
Roars of approval and applause slammed against Gwen as she stared at
the crowd-filled tavern. While the stage was brightly-lit by Gloworbs, the
common room was dark, illuminated only by small table candles and the
flames of pipes and other recreational herbs. A small band to the left of
Gwen began pounding a dull, stomach-clenching beat, while flutes and other
wind instruments began a chaotic, un-inhibited swirl. The Elf girl felt her
blood begin to boil and seethe in her veins, forcing her to sway softly in
time to the music. She began a slow series of spins, showing off her nearly
bare ass and long, beautiful legs. The Elf girl dipped and swayed her arms,
rolling her hips to the pounding of the large drums.
Drunk, drugged men shouted their approval, exciting Gwen and making
her even more aroused. She faced her audience, thrusting her crotch at
them, then sliding her hands across her firm breasts and flat stomach. The
Elf girl reached behind her back, releasing the leather bra and letting it
fall to the floor. Men hooted loudly as she leaned forward, allowing her
tits to dangle and jiggle teasingly. She straightened her posture, then
squeezed her breasts together with both hands as she licked her moist, red
lips with her pink tongue. The roar of the sex-charged males caressed
Gwen's hot skin, making her pant with excitement as she knelt on the floor
of the stage, then leaned back on her heels, releasing her long, shining,
blonde hair and shaking it across her back and shoulders.
Thrusting her leather-clad crotch at the crowd, Gwen slid her right
hand down the side of her thigh, then snapped the thin string that held her
panties together. The small garment fell between her slim legs, exposing
her wet, throbbing pussy to the gathering of horny men. As the audience
cheered and encouraged her, the Elf girl leaned back on her left hand and
spike-heeled feet, her right hand descending to her slick, pink cunt.
Rubbing her labia and clit with long, delicate fingers, Gwen moaned loudly
as she fingered her slit, then slid a finger into her clenching fuckhole.
Men were cheering and jumping up and down as they watched the slutty Elf
bitch masturbate in front of them, her large, round tits heaving as she
probed herself with sharp, questing fingers. Warm honey dripped from Gwen's
pussy and pooled underneath her as she slid her fingers in and out of her
tight cunt. The Elf girl moaned and panted, her lips slightly parted and
inviting as sweat glistened on her naked, pale flesh. Groaning loudly, Gwen
orgasmed, spurting cream out into the ravenous audience. Men crowded onto
the stage to lick the Elf slut's honey and inhale, her intoxicating, female
scent. Sergio quickly climbed onstage, wrapping the still finger-fucking
Elf girl with a brown towel and dragging her from the platform.
"You're going to make me very rich," whispered the black-haired Dwarf
with a feral grin as he led the stumbling, dazed young woman back to the
dressing room in preparation of her sale into slavery.
Chapter 7
The sun was lowering beyond the western horizon when the Undead army
attacked the Imperial city of Averheim. Hundreds of skeleton warriors and
rotting zombies advanced on the tall walls of the metropolis as John the
Necromancer observed from the air. Two wights rode their nightmares at the
head of the army, while the third Undead lord waited with the reserves. As
John smiled coldly at the apparently defenseless city, two great cannons
lurched forward upon the battlements and belched smoky flame. Explosions
appeared within the ranks of the attacking legion, sending zombie bodies
high into the air, then crashing wetly upon the hard ground.
The Undead continued their advance, unfazed by the losses that they
suffered. Shrill screams in the air heralded the descent of mortar shells
that blossomed inside the orderly ranks of corpses and bones, destroying
the unholy creatures in droves. John snarled with rage as he watched one of
the wights take a direct hit from a great cannon, its black armor blasted
apart into smoking debris. Invoking the power of Chaos, John sent a
sizzling fireball towards Averheim's battlements, destroying a cannon as
well as imolating dozens of swordsmen.
A loud trumpet announced the arrival of several companies of horsemen,
who charged into the left flank of the Undead legion and impaled scores of
zombies with their shining lances. The attackers halted their advance,
stumbling in confusion or attacking the riders who waded into the ranks
with battle-axes and swords. Black blood and rotting flesh littered the
hard earth as the magick-driven army was slowly cut to pieces by the
mounted soldiers, the cannons, and the mortar rounds. The second wight fell
as a horseman slashed its helmet off with a enchanted blade. The remaining
undead lord spun his nightmare around, then galloped away from the battle
without a second thought.
John flung several bolts of lightning at the horsemen, slaying many of
them before they spread out, avoiding the lethal lances of energy. The
great cannons rose slowly with the sound of screeching metal, acquiring
John's hovering position and opening fire on him. Bright explosions of fire
surrounded the surprised necromancer as clouds of deadly shrapnel filled
the air. The evil mage grunted in pain as metal slivers sliced deeply into
his stomach and right leg, revealing the white bone as dark blood gushed
out to cover his skeletal transport. John pulled firmly on the reins of the
undead dragon, hoping to escape the barrage before a cannon shell smashed
into his steed, shattering the collection of bones and flayed skin, and
sending the helpless wizard flailing towards the ground where he slammed
down abruptly. Blood spread out in a glistening pool around the necromancer
as the magick of animation left the undead legion, sending the zombies
diving to the earth limply while the skeletons simply broke apart. Cheers
reverberated from the walls of Averheim as the mounted troops rode forward
to gather the bodies and incinerate them in a great bonfire.
***
"Thank you for the help and spell advice," said Amy as she walked
towards the exit of Ambert's tower.
"It was a pleasure," replied the old mage with a kind smile. "You were
a very good student. I predict that you shall become a great sorceress in
time."
"I hope that I get the chance to find out," remarked the young woman
wryly as she reached to unlatch the portal.
"Before you go, could you perform a great favor for me?" asked Ambert.
"What?" asked the mage girl warily.
"Would you take my apprentice, Elita, with you? She is very bright,
but she needs to get out and experience the world in order to fully develop
her magick."
"Sure. I don't see a problem," agreed Amy.
"Elita? Elita!" called out Ambert loudly.
A young woman with wide, grey eyes and long, purple hair quickly ran
down the spiral staircase of the tower carrying a leather satchel over her
shoulder.
"Did she say yes?" asked the girl eagerly.
"Yes, Amy has agreed to take you with her," replied Ambert as he gazed
at his young charge fondly.
"Cool! I can't wait to leave the Dwarf city and see a real human
settlement!" exclaimed Elita as she pushed forward and shook Amy's hand
vigorously. "Let's go!"
The purple-haired girl threw open the tower door and charged outside
while Amy hung within the doorway and turned to bid the old mage farewell.
"Good-bye, Ambert. I'll take good care of Elita," promised the lovely,
young woman.
"I know you will," said the wizard before he watched the two female
mages leave the grounds of his home and melt into the struggling crowds of
the city. "Good luck to you both."
***
"Where the hell is Gwen?" spat out Mark as he paced the floor of the
Forge Inn.
"It has been a couple of days," admitted Tom as he sipped from a mug
of ale. "Maybe she got into trouble."
"You know how long it will take to search this whole damn city?" said
Mark with exasperation. "Too fucking long."
"What do you suggest? Leave her behind?" replied Tom disapprovingly.
"Hell, yes. If the bitch can't stand to stay with us, I say good
riddance!" declared the thief with a slash of his right arm.
"Let me try something first," suggested Tom as he rose from his bench,
then climbed the stairs that led to his second floor room. Entering his
small habitation, the cleric slid onto the straw mattress bed and crossed
his legs in a lotus position. Chanting softly to himself, the priest put an
image of Gwen into his mind, then grasped his holy symbol tightly with his
right hand. The silver cross glowed with a soft, white light as Tom
searched the city for the missing Elf girl, then sensed a faint trail of
spiritual residue that led out of the city to the east.
"Got'cha," whispered Tom as he grinned to himself with satisfaction.
***
Gwen awoke to find herself on a small bed inside a dark, musky wagon.
The vehicle lurched from side to side as it travelled east along a thin,
uneven road. The Elf girl looked down to see that she was dressed in a
black leather harness that squeezed her bare breasts and made them jut
outwards. She still wore her thigh-length, heeled boots, as well as a pair
of black, crotchless panties. The choke collar around her slim neck was
snug against her warm flesh as it jerked foward by a long chain. Gwen was
pulled forward into the view of a fat human who wore expensive silk clothes
and bore many jewelled rings and necklaces. He had mid-length, greasy,
black hair and fat jowls that jiggled as the wagon bumped and swayed on the
road.
"Hello, sweet meat. I'm glad that you're awake," hissed the fat man as
he gazed longingly at Gwen's lush body. "We're going to play a little to
pass the time."
"I don't think so," replied the Elf girl with disgust as she attempted
to cover her naked breasts with her arms.
"I had hoped I wouldn't have to do this so soon, you were really hot
on that stage last night," sighed the man before he grasped a pouch from a
nearby counter and opened it. Pouring a small sample of black powder into
his chubby right hand, the fat merchant blew the substance into Gwen's
face, making her cough and blink her wide, blue eyes.
The Elf girl inhaled the drug, which made her body grow warm and
aroused with lust. A strong itch grew in her crotch until she spread her
long legs apart and began rubbing her burning pussy energetically. Strong,
female musk filled the small wagon compartment, making the fat merchant
slaver in excitement. He watched closely as Gwen ran two delicate fingers
across her cunt, caressing her womanhood until it glistened with fluid. The
blonde girl leaned back against the wall of the wagon and closed her eyes
as she panted softly and stroked her throbbing slit. Naked breasts heaved
and grew flush with warmth as the aroused girl masturbated for her master's
pleasure. Gwen slid her two caressing fingers into her tight fuckhole,
relishing the sensation of her vagina clenching tightly around her questing
digits. She moaned and licked her full, red lips as her fingers plunged in
and out of her pussy, becoming moist and slick from her dripping cunt
juices. The fat merchant leaned forward to inhale Gwen's coy scent, then
smiled as the horny Elf girl removed her thrusting fingers and allowed him
to lick her honey from them. The man sucked on Gwen's fingers wantonly,
then slid onto the bed and pressed his flabby lips tightly to the girl's
pouty mouth.
Gwen moaned softly as she returned her master's wet kiss, allowing him
to explore her mouth and throat with his cold tongue. The merchant lord
licked the scantily-clad girl's neck and shoulders, then latched firmly
onto her left breast and began suckling on it like a starving baby. The Elf
girl smiled with pleasure as her master fed on her tit, sucking firmly on
her nipples until they grew hard with arousal. She slid her small hands
into the merchant's greasy hair, caressing his skull as he filled his maw
with her warm, delicious flesh. The fat man gobbled Gwen's breasts until
they were covered in saliva, then he plunged down into her open crotch and
nuzzled inside of her wet pussy. Gwen groaned loudly as her lord probed
deeply into her cunt with his mouth and tongue, savoring her quivering,
pink womb as it clenched hungrily. The merchant stroked his cock as he lay
across Gwen's lap and lapped across her slit until it was wet with spit.
"C'mon, shove that big, hot cock into my lovehole!" begged Gwen as she
squeezed and caressed her large breasts slutfully. Smiling in agreement,
the fat merchant turned the Elf girl onto her hands and knees, making it
easier for him to reach her dripping pussy with his rock-hard member.
Caressing and lightly slapping Gwen's perfect, round ass, the merchant lord
slid his cock slowly into her cunt, watching as she shivered with delight
and pushed her ass against his waist, shoving the penis deeper into her
starving vagina. The blonde girl's pussy surrounded the fat man's rod with
warm, cum-soaked flesh, caressing it lovingly as she grinned with pleasure
and shoved her firm ass back and forth against his cock. Loose, blonde hair
obscured Gwen's enraptured face as her body rocked wantonly and her breasts
jiggled rhythmically. The merchant pumped eagerly into his fuckslave's hot
cunt, sliding deeply into her belly until he grunted and shot a load of cum
into her womb, filling her void with hot seed. The Elf girl groaned in
ecstasy, biting her lower lip as she orgasmed in tandem with her lover and
gushed hot cream that engulfed the fat man's rod, then trickled down her
slim, creamy thighs.
Gasping for air, the merchant lord rolled Gwen onto her back, then
leaned down to kiss the panting Elf bitch lingeringly on the lips. He
grasped Gwen's small wrists, then held them over her head as he fastened
iron manacles to them. The bound, young woman smiled seductively at her
master as he collapsed back in his chair, wiping a sweat-covered brow and
heaving for breath.
"Please, master, let me suck on your huge, bulging cock," moaned Gwen
as she slowly licked her full, red lips with her tongue.
"That drug's a little too effective," observed the merchant lord as he
attempted to cool his flushed skin by waving his hands before his face.
THE END
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Servant of Nagash
by PJ
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