Message-ID: <13063eli$9807151644@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Realms Phantasy: Games Within Games (m/f,nc,rape) (1/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998071504255900.AAA01688@ladder01.news.aol.com> 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. ***************************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----