Red Monika: The Heart of the Realm
by PJ
 
 
Chapter 1
 
Guard Captain Starn walked into the foyer of the whorehouse, the scent of rose perfume thick in the air.  A large matron approached the tall, handsome captain, her flabby face coated with thick, white paint.
 
"Welcome to my establishment!" curtseyed the fat woman.  "How may I serve my lord?"
 
"I'm looking for a whore, of course," growled Starn, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword.  "A young, ripe girl with a pretty face."
 
"Ah, I have many girls with those characteristics," smiled the matron wickedly.  "But they are very expensive."
 
"I have plenty of gold to spend, if the girl pleases me," retorted Starn.
 
"Then follow me, my lord," bade the matron, leading the guard captain into one of the spacious parlors nearby.
 
Starn gazed around with interest, impressed by the collection of beautiful, young women.  Several women were entertaining soldiers and wealthy merchants, purring while the lust-driven men pawed and fondled them.  Starn ran his eyes over the idle girls, stopping when he spotted a tall, fiery-maned beauty in a red leather halter top and a matching tight mini-skirt.  The young woman wore a red leather collar around her neck with a golden heart resting against her throat.  The woman's long, thick, red hair was tied in a ponytail, the tip falling just above her round, firm buttocks.  What held Starn's wide eyes were the woman's enormous breasts, they almost spilled out of her leather halter.
 
Noticing the guard captain's stare upon her, the alluring red-haired woman filled two glasses with rich purple wine and swayed over to stand before the barely breathing soldier.
 
"My lord," smiled the woman, her voice rich and deep.  She offered Starn one of the glasses before drinking from her own, her bright, green eyes never leaving Starn's.
 
Starn drank from his glass, the wine warming his already boiling blood.
 
"What is your name, woman?"
 
"Mona," murmured the woman, drawing close to Starn, her large breasts pressing against his chest.
 
"I want you, Mona," said Starn, his left arm snaking around Mona's slender waist.
 
"I am yours, my lord, to do with as you please," purred Mona, her lips moist with wine, begging to be kissed.
 
 
Starn unlocked the heavy double doors before pushing one open for Mona.  The sensual whore walked without hesitation into the dark chamber, followed by Starn who closed and locked the doors before turning to face his lovely companion.
 
"Light!" called out the guard captain.
 
Glow orbs flared into life, illuminating the enormous display room.
 
"It's beautiful!" gasped Mona, her eyes wide with wonder while she tried to take in all the rare artifacts encased within the chamber.
 
"Only the King and those he deems worthy may admire these treasures," said Starn, walking behind Mona and placing his arms around her graceful hips.
 
"Thank you for bringing me," smiled Mona, leaning back against Starn's strong body.  "Seeing all these treasures is so..exciting."
 
"I hoped they would..stimulate you," whispered Starn before he started kissing the right side of Mona's neck.
 
"What's this?" asked Mona, breaking away from Starn to approach the glass display case in the center of the chamber.
 
Starn frowned darkly, then replaced his charming smile as he followed the whore to the display.
 
"That, my dear, is the Heart of the Realm, the greatest treasure of our kingdom," declared Starn with a grand sweep of his arm.
 
"It's..incredible!" sighed Mona, her eyes riveted on the large, heart-sized diamond.
 
"It's not just a jewel.  It is said to store great magical power.  It is the weapon of last resort for our King.  Centuries ago it was used to repel our invading neighbors, it created fires from the sky that reduced our foes to ash. It broke the earth and swallowed entire armies."
 
"Magnificent!" breathed Mona, reaching forward to touch the glass case.
 
"Don't, my sweet!" warned Starn, grasping Mona's slim arms and pulling them away from the case.  "The display is guarded!"
 
Starn pointed above the case, where four glyphs burned with faint magical light, one for each corner of the display.
 
"If you had touched the case, the magic of those wards would have reduced you to dust.  Such a waste for such a lovely body," smiled Starn, pulling Mona close to cup her left breast.
 
"You saved my life, lord," panted Mona, turning around in Starn's arms to face him.  Mona's breasts were warm and soft against Starn's chest, his eyes raked over the wide expanse of the woman's cleavage.
 
"I know how you can repay me," replied Starn.  He reached beneath his belt, unfastening his steel codpiece.
 
Mona smiled knowingly.  She descended to her knees, brushing stray red hair away from her heart-shaped face before she reached out to grasp Starn's stiffening cock.  Mona covered the head of Starn's penis with her full, red-painted lips.  She allowed Starn's cock to slip inside her mouth, her cheeks becoming taut as she began sucking on his member.  Starn groaned with bliss, digging his hands into Mona's silky red mane.  Mona's head bobbed back and forth, her mouth slurping on Starn's prick.  She ran her lips down the length of Starn's shaft, then filled her hot mouth with his left testicle. Starn moaned, his cock rock hard as Mona massaged it with her gentle fingers.  Mona caressed Starn's shaft with her wet lips, returning to the throbbing head.  She slowly enfolded the guard captain's spear tip, her teeth softly raking against the bulbous knob.  Mona slipped her tongue beneath the tip of Starn's pole, rubbing it, moistening it with her warm saliva.  Mona sucked deeply on Starn's cock, her lips milking his meat while she fondled his balls with her hands.
 
"Open your legs, whore!" gasped Starn, reaching underneath Mona's leather skirt.
 
"Please, my lord!  Let me touch the Heart's case so I can look at it while you fuck me!  Gazing at it will make me so horny!"
 
"Alright!" panted the guard captain, his face flushed as he chanted the incantation that deactivated the Heart's protective magic.
 
Mona watched the glyphs fade away before gently resting her open palms on the smooth, cool glass of the case.
 
"Now bend over, slut!" snarled Starn, pushing Mona forward, her ass thrusting toward him.
 
Starn pulled up Mona's tight skirt, then shoved her panties down her thighs before seizing his cock and stabbing it inside Mona's moist pussy.  Mona moaned deeply, biting her lower lip as Starn thrust himself roughly into her vagina. Starn reached underneath Mona, yanking down her halter so he could squeeze and grope her huge tits.  Mona pressed against the glass, her hips jerking while Starn humped her ass, his crotch slapping against her creamy buttocks.
 
"You like that, whore?" growled Starn, pulling on Mona's hair with his right hand, his left still mauling her left tit.
 
"Yes!  Fuck me!" panted Mona, her large breasts jiggling while her hips rocked from the impacts of Starn's crotch.
 
Starn's pumping became faster, his breath was loud and ragged as he plunged deep into Mona's belly.  Just when the guard captain was about to cream inside Mona, she hooked his left ankle with her left foot, yanking him off his feet.
 
"What the hell?" shouted Starn, his cum spurting into the air uncontrollably.
 
"Sorry, lover," grinned Mona before she slammed her left foot into Starn's face.
 
"Mona" pulled up her panties and straightened her leather skirt.  After adjusting her halter back over her breasts, the woman unfastened Starn's weapon-belt and buckled it around her own waist.  The woman grasped the glass case protecting the Heart of the Realm, using all her strength to raise the container.  Unable to make the case budge, Mona sighed, drew a dagger, and smashed the case apart with the weapon's pommel.  Alarms went off immediately, making Mona frown with displeasure.  The lovely thief grasped the softly glowing diamond from its dais, wrapping it in Starn's rich cloak and fashioning the garment into a crude sack.  Tying the sack to the left side of her belt, Mona ran for the double doors after retrieving Starn's keys and blowing the unconscious captain a mocking kiss.
 
Spotting no guards in the passageway, Mona raced for the nearest exit.
 
"Halt, thief!  Stand where you are!" shouted a palace guard.
 
Mona kept running, ignoring the guard.
 
The click of rifles made the back of Mona's neck itch.  She dove for the floor just as a squad of guards opened fire, pellet rounds smashing pieces of hallway art and shattering a nearby window to the left.
 
"Halt, bitch!" screamed the squad leader, leveling a pistol at Mona.
 
"That's Red Monika to you, worm!" grinned the woman mockingly, drawing a knife and throwing it at the squad leader.  The man's eyes widened, he choked as he clutched the dagger that had sprouted within his throat.
 
While the guards reloaded, Monika hopped up onto the open window sill, looking out into the cool night.  The fall was about ten feet, difficult but not impossible.  Spreading her arms wide apart, Monika dove into the empty air, red hair fluttering in the swift breeze of her descent.  The dagger hidden in Monika's right boot warmed against the young woman's skin.  Monika rolled into a tight ball, hitting the ground and rolling to get rid of her momentum.  The sexy thief sprung to her feet, running across the palace grounds for the short wall, the guards by the shattered window firing their rifles vainly after her.
 
 
Chapter 2
 
Red Monika lay naked on the small straw bed of her rented room, admiring the glittering diamond laying next to her ample breasts.  She stroked the hard, cold surface of the diamond, then lowered her hand to her crotch.  Monika slipped her left hand between her slender thighs, caressing her soft pussy.
 
"I'm going to be rich," moaned Monika, her left index finger scratching her quivering clitoris.  Monika panted softly, sticking her index finger into her warm cunt.  She pumped the finger in and out, her juices lubricating her questing digit.  Monika withdrew her finger, raising it to her lips, licking her honey wantonly.  She fondled the diamond again, then touched herself, her finger probing deep into her tender vagina.  Monika squeezed her legs together, her finger dipping and withdrawing slowly.  Monika gasped for breath, perspiration beaded on her flushed skin as she felt her orgasm building.
 
"I'm going to be REALLY rich!" groaned Monika, rolling her finger against the moist walls of her cunt hole until her hips shivered in ecstasy.  Monika gasped, honey squirting from her pussy to splash over her thighs and left arm.
 
 
Dressed in a tight purple tunic, leggings, and ankle boots, Monika strode down the well-to- do neighborhood, searching for a very specific shop.  She ignored the merchants and servants who stared at her, leering at her generous curves and slender limbs.  Smiling softly to herself, Monika entered the jewelry shop she sought, waiting until the proprietor was done with his sole customer before approaching him.
 
"May I help you, my lady?" inquired the shop owner, his eyes drawn to Monika's large chest.
 
"Yes, I was told you could help me with this," replied Monika, withdrawing the Heart from her belt pouch and placing it on the counter top.
 
"Gods preserve me!" exclaimed the shop keeper, his eyes growing even more avaricious as they shifted from Monika's breasts to the jewel.
 
"Can you take it off my hands?"
 
"I don't have that kind of money, not in ten lifetimes!" gasped the shop keeper, the glow of the diamond reflected in his glassy eyes.
 
"Who does?"
 
"You won't like it."
 
"I know that I like gold.  Tell me," urged Monika.
 
"Thulga Dhoom, a necromancer," replied the shop owner softly, frightened to even mention the feared sorcerer's name.
 
"Ah, shit," swore Monika, disgust plain on her face.  "There isn't anyone else?"
 
"Not if you want to get the jewel's full worth," shrugged the shop keeper.
 
"Thanks," sighed Monika, dropping the jewel back into her pouch, then tossing the shop keeper a gold piece for his trouble.
 
 
Dusk had fallen when Monika reached Thulga Dhoom's tower.  It squatted at the southwestern edge of the city, near the cemetery, predictably.  Dark thunder-heads boiled over the tall tower, promising heavy rain.  The air was humid and heavy as Monika walked up the cobble trail that led to the necromancer's home.  Open graves littered the ground before the tower, bones lay everywhere like some chilling form of decoration.  A skull leered at the lithe, young woman as she stopped in front of a massive iron door and tapped briefly with the knocker ring.
 
Heavy bolts slid free, allowing the huge portal to open inward on unoiled hinges.  After the screeching had stopped, a thin, black-robed figure appeared in the doorway holding a flickering lantern, its features concealed by a large, heavy hood.
 
"I want to see Thulga Dhoom," said Monika, her right hand resting on the butt of her pistol.
 
The hooded doorman said nothing, it merely turned and floated back into the interior of the tower.  Monika tentatively followed the doorman, noticing that the tower's interior was deathly cold, like an underground crypt.  The tower door screamed shut, closing with a heavy crash.  Monika heard the bolts snap shut again, not a reassuring sound to the thief.  The hooded doorman led Monika up a long, spiraling stairwell to the top of the tower.  Reaching another iron door at the summit of the stairs, the doorman waited until the portal opened of its own accord, this time without a sound.  The doorman stood at the outer threshold, the lantern guttering in its hand, staring at Monika from the concealment of its hood.
 
"Can I go in?"
 
The doorman remained quiet.
 
Loosening her sword in its sheath, Monika slowly entered the dimly-lit chamber.
 
The door closed behind Monika, its closing locks making the young woman nearly jump with fright.  She narrowed her green eyes, spying a hunched man in soiled black robes sitting at a long table, scrawling into a huge, leather-bound book.
 
"Thulga Dhoom?"
 
The necromancer slowly looked up from his writing, his face wrinkled, pasty white, and gaunt with age.  The sorcerer's small, dark eyes narrowed, piercing Monika like knives.  When the necromancer didn't speak, Monika cleared her throat self-consciously.
 
"I have a jewel, the Heart of the Realm.  I'd like to sell it to you if you meet my price."
 
"You have the Heart?" snapped Thulga, his voice harsh and sharp as a whip. "Let me see it!"
 
"Sure," agreed Monika, removing the jewel from her pouch.
 
"Ah!" sighed Thulga, his eyes widening in awe.  "It is the Heart!"
 
The hunched, bony necromancer scuttled toward Monika like a spider, his thin claw-like hands reaching for the jewel.
 
"Hold on, Thulga!" warned Monika, raising up the Heart so the old wizard couldn't reach it.  "Let's agree on a price first!"
 
"I want it!" snarled Thulga, his eyes burning with greed and malice.  "Give it to me!"
 
"First tell me how much you can pay for it."
 
"I don't pay for what I want, I take it!" spat the necromancer, snapping the fingers of his right hand.
 
Despairing moans echoed within Thulga's sanctum as figures started moving in the shadows.  Monika drew her sword with her left hand as a dozen zombies began shuffling toward her.
 
"Give me the Heart and I will let you depart," smiled Thulga coldly.
 
"I don't think so," snapped Monika, her eyes watching the advance of the zombies.
 
"I need a new slave anyway," shrugged Thulga, his eyes roving up and down Monika's slim body.  "You will make a very nice slave."
 
"In your dreams, old man," retorted Monika, lashing out with her blade, decapitating her closest attacker.
 
"Attack!  But don't kill!" ordered Thulga before he returned to his note-taking.
 
Monika hacked another zombie in half, backing toward the locked iron door. Zombie claws reached out, groping for the beautiful thief.  Dirty nails ripped Monika's tunic and leggings until she beat them back with her sword.  She drew her pistol, aiming at Thulga and firing.  Bullets smashed against a shield of blue lightning that flared with each impact.  When the gun was empty, Monika threw it at a zombie's face, crushing its decayed nose.  Two zombies batted Monika's sword away, holding her arms against the cold iron door while two more zombies knelt to hold the young woman's scratched legs.  Thulga looked up from his writing, nodding in satisfaction.
 
"Take the jewel."
 
A fifth zombie clumsily tore off Monika's belt pouch, ripping it open to reach the gleaming diamond.  It shambled towards its master, holding out the jewel like a proud child.
 
Thulga snatched the Heart away from the zombie, running his bony fingers across the glowing jewel's surface.  He smiled victoriously, drunk with the power throbbing within the Heart's core.
 
"Rape her."
 
"NO!" screamed Monika as the zombies obeyed, tearing off her clothes and dragging her onto the freezing, stone floor.  A zombie knelt in-between Monika's outspread legs, crudely shoving his filthy, blood-caked penis into the prone woman's cunt.  Monika struggled violently, her wrists and ankles held down by strong, zombie hands.  A zombie knelt near Monika's head, its body mostly rotted away, its flesh dark grey and clammy.  The zombie quivered, then an obscene, wet, tearing sound filled Monika's ears as its belly split open, spilling steaming intestines onto Monika's face and breasts.  Monika screamed again, shaking with revulsion as the warm, wet intestines moved like serpents, wrapping around her neck and tits.  Monika's enormous breasts were crushed in the zombie's embrace, slime and dark blood flowed down the naked woman's stomach to her patch of red pubic hair.  A zombie grasped Monika's head and tilted it up, forcing her jaws open with stinking, rotting hands while one of the pink intestines around her throat slipped inside her mouth.  Monika groaned in protest, gagging as the reeking intestine slithered down into her throat, wriggling lewdly.
 
The zombie fucking Monika's pussy raised her crotch into the air by grabbing hold of her taut buttocks.  The undead slammed into Monika's slit over and over, never tiring, its cock bulging and pulsing with unknown, vile fluids. The zombie dug its left index finger into Monika's asshole, probing her rectum, its flesh tearing off the bone to cling wetly to her sphincter.  Monika moaned weakly, her breasts aching from the vice-grip of the intestines holding them, her mouth overflowing with the fluids leaking from the intestine stuffed between her lips.
 
Finally, the zombie thrusting into Monika's cunt climaxed, releasing a flood of black cream into the limp woman's vagina.
 
"Stop," ordered Thulga, holding the Heart close to his thin chest as he left his table to admire Monika's violated body.
 
The zombies retreated from Monika, the intestine inside her mouth exiting with a wet slurping sound.  Thulga knelt next to Monika's nude, gore-drenched body, running one fingertip up the woman's blood-soaked belly to her panting tits, then licking the warm liquid with dark relish.
 
"Did you enjoy my slaves' attentions?  Would you like to sample them again?"
 
"N..n.no," shivered Monika, her eyes filled with hot tears.
 
"Very well.  I shall bring you across, so that you may serve my pleasure forever."
 
Thulga unsheathed a long, wavy dagger, licking the gleaming black blade before gently pressing it against Monika's slick throat.
 
"It will only hurt for a moment," smiled Thulga, pressing the dagger's edge harder against Monika's throat, the blade biting into the helpless woman's skin.
 
Monika rammed the heel of her left palm into Thulga's face.  He groaned, covering his gushing face with his hands, the knife discarded on the floor. Monika seized the dagger and stabbed it into Thulga's corrupt heart.  Thulga screamed, a weak, shrill cry that ended in a soft croak as he fell back bonelessly.
 
Monika sat up, wiping sticky blood from her lips.  She picked up the Heart, which pulsed contentedly, unaffected by the events around it.
 
"Fucking rock!" swore Monika, tempted to hurl the glowing stone against one of the room's walls.
 
 
Epilogue:
 
"Are you sure about this?" asked the man, his hands holding the Heart of the Realm covetously.
 
"Very," nodded Monika, jiggling the heavy coin sack in satisfaction.
 
"As you wish," replied the merchant lord, quickly retreating into his coach and ordering the driver to depart swiftly.  Monika watched the merchant race back to the city before she stuffed the heavy coin sack into one of her saddlebags and jumped up into her mount's saddle.  The stallion snorted until Monika stroked his neck soothingly.
 
"Let's blow this place," said Monika, snapping her horse's reins.  The stallion thundered down the King's Road, quickly disappearing beyond the horizon.
 
The End.