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Servant of Nagash
by PJ
pjurado@aol.com
Chapter 4
Thunder shook the walls of Black Fire Pass as rain poured down in
blinding sheets. Two small forts garrisoned by Imperial soldiers guarded
the vital passage that led from the Border Princes to the rich lands of the
Empire. Repelled by the cold, skin-chilling downpour, only a few
unfortunate men-at-arms stood upon the forts' battlements, warming
themselves with dying flames from a few iron braziers. Wrapped in their
own suffering, the guards failed to notice the movement of shambling
corpses and crackling skeletons until they reached the walls of the forts
and began slamming them with unfeeling fists and rusty weapons. Hundreds
of undead filled the pass, pouring from the mouth of the passage to spill
into the open terrain of the Empire. A few alert soldiers sounded the
alarm, blowing desperately on curved horns as the zombies and skeletons
beat upon the stout wooden defenses. With a flare of light, a sizzling
blue fireball emerged from the mouth of the pass and destroyed the main
gates of the first fort. Zombies and other foul undead shambled into the
courtyard of the post and ripped apart the emerging troopers as they left
the barracks in response to the alarm. Another fireball destroyed the
second fort's main portal, giving the undead army access to its vulnerable
interior. Screams filled the cold, rain-drenched air as surprised
soldiers attempted to fight off the animated corpses and failed. Blood,
shit, and steaming entrails covered the ground of the forts' courtyards as
the undead searched tirelessly for pockets of resistance and destroyed
them with sharp claws and ancient blades.
Riding a skeletal undead dragon, John the Necromancer descended from
the lightning-illuminated sky and landed upon one of the eastern fort's
small towers. The ruthless mage smiled coldly as he watched his minions
slay all of the Empire's border defenders, then tear the bodies apart to
feast upon them. Sliding off of his large mount's back, John walked to
the edge of the tower, then raised his hands high into the air as he began
chanting words of dark power. With glowing red eyes and hands that
glimmered with blue fire, John re-animated the bodies of the fort's slain
defenders, binding their minds to his will. Staggering to their feet, the
new undead grasped their gore-soaked blades and awaited the commands of
their master. Issuing silent, mental commands, John ordered the animated
corpses to leave the forts and march northwest along the Old Dwarf Road.
Staggering and moaning, the zombies obeyed without complaint, marching in
orderly ranks towards the inhabited regions of the Empire.
Hours passed, the rain ebbed to a light drizzle, leaving the Old
Dwarf Road muddy and difficult to traverse. Loud sucking noises filled
the darkness and mud clung to the boots and decayed flesh of the undead
host. John returned to his mount and climbed into the cool air, flying
over his corrupt legion as they travelled under his command. Soon, lights
could be seen ahead, a few dim candles proclaiming a small town on the
trade route to the richer lands of the interior. Snapping his dragon's
reins, John shot ahead of his army, scouting out a tiny hamlet of farmers
and tradesmen. A few curious villagers left their homes at the growing
pounding from the south. Gathering in the village square, the humans
stared in terror as they watched the undead dragon sail over them, then
they turned to look south at the advancing zombie army. Female screams
and the cries of small children emerged from the town as the undead legion
fell upon the defenseless hamlet. Skeletons stumbled into homesteads,
slaying the men and children, but capturing the young women for the
amusement of their lord. A few of the villagers fought back with
pitchforks or a isolated sword, but they were too few against the vast
army that overwhelmed them. Fires broke out in some of the buildings,
emitting flickering, nightmarish lights that made the village seem hellish
and surreal. Zombies and skeletons smashed thin plaster walls, killing
some inhabitants, then dragging screaming, barely clothed girls into the
open courtyard in the center of town. Eventually, all of the villagers
were either dead or crying in fear within the town square. John descended
from the black sky like a demon from hell, landed gracefully, then jumped
clear of the saddle to the ground.
With a ring of drooling and bleeding zombies around the captured
young women, John approached confidently and examined his lovely
prisoners. Girls who were not attractive enough or displeasing to the
dark mage were marked by the Necromancer, then pulled out of the circle by
rotting cadavers who pushed the screaming females to the ground and ripped
them apart, their hearts and brains devoured with desperate relish. Iron
cages drawn by skeletal horses clattered into the town square, where the
captured females were shoved roughly inside and taken away from their
destroyed homes. The cage wagons returned southeast, towards Black Fire
Pass and the wastelands of Nagash. John cast another Animate Dead spell,
infusing unholy life into the dead villagers strewn around town. With his
legion's ranks swelled even more, the Necromancer ordered his troops
forward, towards the Imperial city of Averheim. Shuffling and moaning
with despair, the undead marched away from the village, leaving only a
small squad of zombies who watched over a single young woman who cringed
fearfully in the sticky mud. John walked forward, waving his hand to make
an opening in the zombie circle for him to enter. The captive girl was
seventeen years old, with long, brown hair plastered wetly to her face and
back. A thin cotton shift clung to her slim, arousing body, her pert
nipples visible against the sodden material. Smiling viciously, the
Necromancer ordered his zombies to tear the girl's clothes off, then press
her naked body into the deep mud. The prone girl screamed in terror as
several zombies knelt around her, caressing and squeezing her pink flesh
with their filthy, gore-coated claws.
Each of the naked girl's breasts was licked and sucked by a vacant-
eyed corpse, their cold, ichor-dripping tongues caressing and stroking her
warm skin and hardening nipples. Another zombie leaned forward to insert
his long, grey, bloated tongue inside of the girl's mouth, filling her oral
cavity with stinking decayed meat. The helpless young woman gagged on the
zombie's decay, struggling weakly against the unbreakable grip of the
cadavers holding her down by the wrists and ankles. Zombies licked and
sucked lightly on the girl's legs, stomach, arms, and neck. She groaned
in disbelieving horror as undead monsters tasted her sweet, living flesh,
petted her naked body and savored her rich lifeforce. A bleeding corpse
knelt between the girl's pussy, licking her cunt with his maggot-filled
tongue, then sucking desperately on her wet labia.
Stroking his own hardened cock, John ordered two zombies to pull the
naked girl to her knees, holding her arms outspread on each side. Walking
behind the crying young woman, John knelt behind her, then spread her legs
apart until he saw her brown-haired bush. Rubbing his penis against the
girl's bare, shapely ass, John shoved his tool into her slit, pushing
deeply until he entered her warm belly. The girl moaned loudly, closing
her eyes in pain as rain lashed down on her cold, shivering skin. The
female's body shuddered, her hips thrusting back and forth in time to
John's impalements inside her tight fuckhole. Smiling with evil pleasure,
John ordered a heavily muscled zombie to walk forward and caress the
panting girl's lovely face, then explore her mouth with a blood-encrusted
claw. The cadaver rubbed his scabby hand across the naked girl's full,
red lips, then inserted a thick finger into her slack mouth. Moaning
faintly, the girl did nothing as the zombie slid his finger across her
tongue, then moved the digit back to her sensuous lips. Groaning with a
vacant smile, the zombie brought his crotch close to the bound girl's
face, then rubbed her lips, chin and nose with his huge, slime-coated
cock. The young woman gibbered weakly with tears tracking down her wet
cheeks as the zombie slid his throbbing pole inside of her unresisting
mouth, filling her cheeks and throat with his rod before he began pumping
back and forth with his crotch. The zombies holding the girl's arms apart
pulled harder, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her round tits
forward and press her firm ass back, ramming her pussy onto John's
rock-hard penis. The Necromancer grasped the naked girl's hips, pumping
his tool inside her slick vagina until he cummed inside of her, filling
her womb with his cream until it dripped down her slim, smooth thighs.
Gasping for air, John backed away from the abused girl, then watched
contently as a zombie with a gaping stomach wound pushed the other undead
away, then forced the limp young woman onto her back before wrapping her
rain-slick body with warm, blood-soaked entrails and pulling her towards
his engorged cock. Staring with insane terror, the girl screamed
hysterically, struggling vainly against the intestine limbs that trapped
her arms and legs in a gore-dripping grip.
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Chapter 5
The dawn was overcast and cold across the lands of the southern
Empire. John's army of undead marched across sodden, mud-choked roads to
the city of Averheim. After a night of pleasure and debauchery, the
Necromancer had finally ended the young woman's torment in the early
morning by slitting her throat and licking the warm blood that gushed out.
Re-mounting his skeletal dragon, the mage returned to the sky and quickly
rejoined his legion as it travelled across empty flatlands. Cocking his
head to the side, John sensed powerful undead approaching from behind.
Turning back in his saddle, the wizard watched three black-armored knights
ride forward on fiery-hooved Nightmares, wicked creatures that looked like
horses but were really powerful demons from the Abyss. Turning left
abruptly, John dived down to meet the undead knights, landing in front of
them upon the road.
"What is your business?" asked John arrogantly.
"Supreme Lord Nagash has sent us to aid you with your conquest of the
Empire," replied the leader of the wights. "He thought that the defenses
of Altdorf might be particularly difficult to breach."
"I am grateful for my lord's favor," said John with a brief nod of
his head. "Scout ahead and let me know what obstacles my army might
face."
Bowing at the waist, the wights lashed their reins and thundered
forward, quickly passing the slow moving skeletons and zombies, then
galloping ahead to explore the terrain. John smiled with growing
confidence, secure in the knowledge that no mere mortals could defeat his
awesome legion. With flapping wings, the deceased dragon fluttered into
the dank air, then hovered over the army as it inched closer to Averheim.
Mark, Tom, Amy, and Gwen rode swiftly away from the undead-controlled
city of Morgheim. Galloping at a ground-eating pace, the four companions
crossed the desolate terrain of the Badlands, saying little and keeping
out a watchful eye for undead patrols or Orks. Gwen stayed at the edge of
the group, putting as much distance between herself and Mark as she could.
The roguishly handsome thief said nothing regarding Gwen's sudden aversion
to him, but he would grin smugly at her when she glanced his way. Amy
stayed silent for the most part, but she finally resumed her discussions of
the Warhammer world and what they could expect from the inhabitants. Days
passed, until the party reached the southern coast of the Black Gulf. Amy
kept the group away from the eastern edge of the bay, where Ork and Undead
activity was particularly heavy. Sitting watchfully on their tired horses,
the companions observed several large galleons and Dwarven paddle ships ply
the quiet waters of the Gulf, making their way to the large coastal Dwarf
city of Barak Varr. Positioned high upon the northern sea cliffs, the city
had dozens of large natural caverns that served as ports for Dwarven,
Human, and even a few Elven ships. Finding a small raft near the southern
bank, Amy motioned her friends to follow her, then quickly galloped down a
gentle slope to the edge of the Gulf's waters. A grizzled fisherman
allowed the adventurers to cross the Gulf on his raft, charging only forty
gold crowns for the service. Amy, who was in charge of the group's money,
reluctantly paid the toll, then supervised the loading of the horses and
gear.
The trip across the Black Gulf was short and uneventful, ending when
the raft entered a large cavern along the north bank, then sailed serenely
down a wide tunnel until it smacked gently against a thick, wooden pier.
Leading their steeds from the raft, Amy led the way to a torch-lit road
that ascended to the city above. Blinking as they emerged from the tunnel
and entered the city proper, the companions melted into the crowd-choked
streets and searched for a suitable inn. Ignoring the cheap dives near
the port entrances, the party travelled north until they found a nice,
clean establishment called the Forge Inn. Leaving their horses in a warm,
clean stable to be fed and groomed, the four companions went inside the
inn, then sat in the common room for a hot meal and some cold ale. After
eating, Amy and Thomas went to their individual rooms to settle in, while
Gwen stood abruptly and stalked out into the clear, sunny weather.
Swigging down the rest of his ale, Mark rummaged inside his pouches,
discovering that he only had a dozen silver marks for money.
"This blows," muttered the thief to himself. "Time to make a
withdrawal."
Mark left the inn, then crossed the empty courtyard and watched the
struggling multitude of townspeople go about their business. A
horse-drawn carriage clattered down the street towards him, then suddenly
stopped in the middle of the road in front of the lounging rogue.
"Excuse me, my lord," said a rich, husky voice inside the silk-draped
carriage, "but could you come with me for a short time?"
Eyeing the expensive woods of the vehicle, as well as the gold
inlays, Mark swiftly made his way to the carriage doorway and climbed
inside. Once he was within the vehicle, the driver flicked his driver's
whip, urging the black mare forward. The thief tried to see what his
hostess looked like, but she had draped herself in concealing grey veils
and a thick black dress.
"Where are we going?" asked Mark curiously.
"To my home," replied the woman tersely.
Falling silent, Mark waited until the carriage finally stopped, the
door opening as the driver helped his mistress out of the vehicle.
Following after the woman, Mark gazed with appreciation at the large manor
before him. Glancing behind him, the thief saw a high wall that protected
the mansion from the lower class citizens beyond. The veiled woman walked
gracefully up a flight of marble stairs to the main entrance of her home,
then waited within the open door until Mark had rejoined her. Climbing a
large, spiralling staircase in the entry chamber, the woman led Mark
across a richly carpeted hallway to a thick wooden door. Opening the
portal with a grey-gloved hand, the woman ushered Mark inside, then closed
the door after him and locked it. Smiling pleasantly, Mark watched the
woman walk to a nearby serving table and pour two crystal glasses of rich,
red wine. The stranger turned to give Mark a glass, then she pulled back
her veils to reveal a gorgeous, Human, feminine face.
"Cheers," said the woman before she raised the glass to her full, red
lips and drank with relish. Raising his own glass in salute, Mark drank
the delicious, sweet wine, then set the glass on a nearby endtable.
Removing the rest of her head covering, the woman released long, glossy,
black hair that fell in waves to her shapely waist. Untying her
unflattering dress, the woman let the garment fall to the floor, exhibiting
her thin, black bra and string panties. Mark's jaw dropped as he beheld
the beautiful woman's luscious, creamy, white body. The woman swayed
seductively towards the thief, then wrapped her slim arms around his neck.
"What's your rate by the hour?" asked the woman with a lustful smile.
"What?! You think I'm a hooker?" gasped Mark in surprise.
"Well, you were just standing there," explained the brunette as she
twirled Mark's brown hair with her delicate fingers.
"I'll take a hundred crowns an hour," offered Mark.
"Deal," agreed the woman with a smile before she took the thief's
right hand and led him to the large bed across the room. "My name's
Tanya."
"Hi, Tanya," replied Mark weakly as he watched the lithe female crawl
onto the bed and reach under a thick blanket. The sensuous woman withdrew
several leather straps, a mouth gag, a blindfold, and a jar of pink
ointment.
"Tie me up with the straps, then apply some of the ointment to my
pussy," instructed Tanya before she moved into a submissive pose, with
hands and knees pressed to the sheets.
"Oh, man," swore Mark as he slid onto the thickly cushioned bed and
took one of the leather bindings. Grabbing Tanya's shoulders, Mark gently
forced her to straighten up on her knees, then he pressed her arms behind
her back to lash her slim wrists together with a strap. Tanya moaned
softly as the thief tied her ankles together, then reached around to cup
her round breasts with his hands. The horny brunette leaned back against
Mark, licking her moist, red lips with her tongue as the thief squeezed
and caressed her firm tits. Mark secured the gag in Tanya's small mouth,
then wrapped the blindfold tightly across her eyes. Securely bound, the
young woman moaned with pleasure as she struggled lightly in her
restraints, her arms and legs helpless in their bonds. Mark rubbed his
hands across Tanya's tight ass, running questing fingers across the warm
flesh. He pulled the scantily-clad woman's g-string off, then rubbed her
wet pussy with the ointment-covered fingers of his right hand. Tanya
groaned loudly, pressing her cunt against Mark's probing digits until he
slid two inside of her snatch, tickling her clenching slit as it grew wet
with arousal.
Pushing Tanya down onto her face, Mark watched her ass jut upwards,
making it easy for him to lean down and lick her throbbing cunt. The
woman moaned against her gag as the rogue caressed her fleshy labia, then
slid his tongue between the folds of her secret, forbidden place.
Enjoying the taste and smell of Tanya's pussy, Mark buried his face in her
crotch, licking and sucking her vagina as she panted like a bitch in heat.
Droplets of sweat glistened on Tanya's pale, smooth skin as her ass moved
up and down while Mark ate out her pussy. Grabbing the brunette's round
ass with both hands, Mark squeezed her flesh in a vice-like grip, then
slapped and spanked her skin until it turned cherry-red. Tanya moaned and
panted with excitement, her pussy dripping with warm, sticky honey which
the rogue quickly lapped up with his tongue.
With a cock begging for release, Mark pulled Tanya upright again,
then turned her around so that her heaving breasts faced him. Snapping
off the black, lace bra, Mark fondled and licked Tanya's tits, surrounding
the pink nipples with trails of wet saliva. Releasing his black breeches,
the thief grabbed his large rod with his right hand, then rubbed the head
across Tanya's smooth, flat stomach. The woman moaned softy as she felt
the warm cock on her flesh, the head leaving a thin trail of pre-cum
across her skin. Pushing Tanya onto her back, Mark straddled her tied up
body, then slid his pulsing tool between her erect, ripe tits. Seizing
the headboard of the bed, Mark began pumping his meat between Tanya's
mounds of sweet flesh, rubbing his cock against her warm skin. The
blindfolded woman moaned with pleasure as she felt the throbbing pole of
manmeat slide across her breasts, making her nipples hard with arousal.
Mark reached down to squeeze Tanya's tits together, surrounding his penis
with her warm, heaving flesh. The thief tore off the prone woman's gag,
then grunted with release as he spurted hot cum across her breasts, chin
and mouth. Tanya smiled as she licked the sticky cream from her lips,
then she moaned loudly as an orgasm began to build in her crotch.
"Fuck me now!" begged Tanya as she thrust her dripping pussy towards
Mark. Spreading the naked woman's legs apart, the rogue slid his
cum-soaked rod into her tight slit, pushing deeply into her fuckhole until
he filled her belly with his quivering meat.
"Yes! Harder!" screamed Tanya as she pumped her hips upwards onto
Mark's stiff member. The thief slid his hands across his lover's stomach
until he reached her jism-coated breasts. Squeezing her melons firmly,
Mark pumped in and out of Tanya's cunt until she shouted with pleasure,
her starving pussy contracting around the rogue's cock and squeezing it
dry. Slick honey poured from Tanya's snatch, dripping down her slim
thighs and staining the rich, white sheets.
Mark removed the black blindfold, then untied Tanya's wrists and
ankles. The sweat-drenched woman rose from the sticky bed, then slid on a
red robe and tied it shut. Picking up a bulging moneypouch, Tanya threw
it to Mark, who eagerly untied it to find a multitude in gold crowns.
"You did very well," complimented Tanya as she walked to the serving
table and poured herself another glass of wine. Tossing her long, raven
hair back, the beautiful woman drained her glass, then smiled hungrily at
Mark. "Now we can work on the second hour."
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Servant of Nagash
by PJ
Chapters 4-5
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