SERVANT OF NAGASH

"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 amulet 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.
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"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.

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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.

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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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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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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.

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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.

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