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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 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. ************************************** 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." ************************* ===================== Servant of Nagash by PJ Chapters 4-5 -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----