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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== 3) This work is copyright by the author. Any use of this work is permitted as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the story. ===================== Warning. Adult material. ===================== 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. *************************************** ===================== Servant of Nagash by PJ Chapters 1-3 -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----