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[01]
Margaret slowly opened the door to Jennifer's room, slipping inside while her older sister made out with her new boyfriend downstairs. Margaret marveled at how many boyfriends Jennifer had gone through since she started college this last year. Closing the door quietly, the sixteen-year old girl stumbled in the dark until she found a lamp, then snapped it on to illuminate the cluttered bedroom.
Scanning through the morass of discarded clothing and snack wrappers, Margaret finally found her sister's old PC, sitting alone in a desolate corner obscured by a slim, black, silk dress. Margaret dragged a chair in front of the abandoned machine, then threw the black garment away and looked for a power switch. Clicking the red lever up, the girl waited as the Windows 97 screen appeared, accompanied with an annoying tada sound. Pushing away an old Cosmo magazine, Margaret used the mouse to click on the Realms Phantasy icon, then waited again as the slow hard drive loaded up the game software. Glancing around the PC idly, Margaret spotted the neural web used by the game. She picked up the delicate headgear, then snuggled the web against her scalp.
A jolt of electricity shot through Margaret's body as the neural web interfaced with her nervous system. The girl's vision was replaced by stark, black emptiness until a curled dragon icon appeared in the center of her sight. The dragon symbol exploded into a universe of stars, then faded away as an image of Storm Silverhand appeared, the lovely woman dressed in shining chainmail, her silver hair cascading down to the backs of her knees.
"Greetings adventurer! I'm sorry to say that due to financial difficulties, Realms Phantasy will be closing down in twelve hours. Do you still wish to join the game?" asked Storm expectantly.
"Yes," replied Margaret as her consciousness floated before the bard woman.
"Character creation software is offline, I shall transform you into an existing Phantasy character," informed Storm as she raised both hands to point at Margaret, azure lightning playing across her slim fingers before it leapt forward, engulfing the girl in blinding radiance...
***
Jana knelt upon the soft, waving grass, gazing in rapt fascination at the decaying corpses moldering on the ground. Flies buzzed around the bodies of several cats, dogs, and rabbits, their stomachs slashed open and their organs strewn across the earth. The green-haired girl sniffed the pungent, overpowering smell of death, the scent of rotting meat and melting intestines. As the young girl observed the decay, oblivious to the world around her, a young man dressed in plain tunic and breeches stomped up behind her, reaching down to yank painfully on the kneeling girl's long hair.
"Jana! You shouldn't be here! This place is evil!" declared her slightly older brother, Mirek.
"I just wanted to see what happened here last night," replied Jana as she rose slowly to her feet, brushing flecks of dirt from her long skirt.
"Evil, perverted people came here, sacrificed to their god, Bhaal," muttered Mirek as he quickly made the sign to ward off darkness.
"Isn't Bhaal dead? I heard that Cyric is the new god of Death," corrected Jana before she turned to regard the steaming corpses again.
"You've been talking to strangers again!" accused Mirek with a dark frown.
"I have," admitted the young girl. "They agreed to tell me stories of the outside world if I let them look at my panties."
"Harlot! Temptress!" spat Mirek before he slapped his sister across the face. "Never show your secret place to strangers! Never show it to anyone!"
"Why? They're very nice to me when I do," replied Jana as she gazed up at her brother innocently.
"Chauntea protect this wicked girl," prayed Mirek before he snatched Jana's hand and dragged her back to their small farm.
Jana performed her chores all day, then took a moment to relax as the large sun descended below the horizon to the west. The girl turned to look at the kill site, the bodies too small for her to see at such a great distance. Sighing, Jana began to turn away, then stopped as she discovered a human-shaped shade hovering over the bloated sacrifices. The shade floated towards her, two red burning eyes focused on her own wide blue ones as it drew closer. Jana stood breathlessly, unafraid, and strangely attracted to this dark specter as it approached.
"Jana Moonbeam," groaned the shade as it halted in front of the awe-struck girl.
"No, my name is just Jana. Jana of Ashabenford," replied the young woman.
"You are Jana Moonbeam, your mind is not of this world," insisted the sepulcher voice of the apparition.
"I vaguely recall coming from a strange place, but all of my memories are from here, my life on my parents' farm," said Jana with a confused frown.
"I see," nodded the shade. "Then I shall call you simply Jana. I noticed your fascination with my servants' sacrifices."
"Yes, they were compelling, attractive in some strange way."
"You hear my call, the captivating song of Death," replied the shadow with approval.
"Perhaps," agreed Jana tentatively. "Why do you call me?"
"I am Bhaal, god of ritual death and sacrifice. You will be my avatar, my dread queen," declared the robed shade proudly.
"I was raised to revere Chauntea, goddess of nature," said Jana without conviction.
"But you do not love her, deep in your heart," suggested Bhaal. "You love me, you adore Death."
"It is exciting," admitted Jana as her white skin blushed hotly.
"Then I shall be your god and you shall give yourself to me," said Bhaal while he rose slowly into the air. "Great things are coming. The world is coming to an end. All of the other deities have abandoned Faerun. Only I remain, and Loviatar, goddess of Pain. We shall claim the remains of this world, it shall be a monument to Flesh and Agony."
"Yes, my lord," whispered Jana as she watched the black shadow disappear, her blood boiling with lust and forbidden hungers.
***
Vana Lasher stood over the prostrate form of Ravena Nightmane as the metropolis of Skull Port, once known as Waterdeep, burned brightly against the night sky.
"So much for our grand empire," snarled Vana before she struck Ravena with an ivory wand. The red-haired sorceress clutched her bruised cheek, staring up fearfully at her one-time ally.
"Our armies are destroyed, even though we did defeat Ashram and his followers. No one can oppose us, yet we don't have the strength to enforce our rule. Everyone's gone mad, the Zhentarim, the Wizards of Thay, everyone!" exclaimed Vana as she threw her hands up, exasperation gushing from her voice. "It's the Sysop. He's creating self-destruct protocols in all of the NPCs, forcing them to attack anything within reach until no is left alive. All of the other Player Characters are gone, it's just us!"
"No, someone just logged on," whispered Ravena as she wiped blood from a cut lip. "I think it's Jenna Moonbeam."
"Impossible, you killed her in Shadowdale," argued Vana.
"Someone is using her account with the system," replied Ravena as she stared vaguely into space.
"Really?" said Vana as she stroked her chin in thought. "Well, if I can't kill Jenna again, I'll just have to take her little friend. But first, I deal with you."
"Me?" squeaked Ravena fearfully. "Why kill me? I can help you, just like old times."
"No. I have your shard of the Magick Staff. I'll find the other so I can stabilize this world and prevent it from self-destructing. It will be nice to have an entire virtual world of victims to torture and mutilate," gloated Vana as she licked her lips with anticipation. "Nope, you die."
"Please! Nooo!" shouted Ravena while Vana motioned for two burly mercenaries to grab the mage's shoulders and force her onto her back upon the ground. The smell of burnt wood and flesh wafted from the ruins of Skull Port as Vana took a long, iron nail and pounded it into Ravena's left wrist, hot blood spurting from the wound to drench the earth. The fiery-maned girl screamed frantically as Vana nailed her other wrist down then sliced off her robes with a wavy, black dagger. The raven-haired cleric of Loviatar knelt down to bind the naked girl's ankles with a strip of leather, then nailed the end of the strip into the dirt. Ravena's bare, smooth legs wriggled futilely as the sorceress fought her confinement. Blood ran from her ugly impalements, pooling under her hands and sticking to her disheveled, red lockes.
"You do have a beautiful body," commented Vana as she looked down at her former friend's nudity, her eyes raking across heaving, bare breasts and a small patch of red pubic hair. "Boys, piss on her."
The mercenaries grinned cruelly as they walked up to Ravena's shoulders, untying their breeches and removing their large cocks. The men stroked their tools as they gazed at Ravena's helpless nudity, enjoying the sight of her tits wiggling as she writhed upon the ground. Grunting, both men released streams of golden urine, soaking Ravena's face with steaming piss. Vana laughed maliciously, fondling a leather whip as the redhead sputtered and coughed with disgust.
"Fuck her mouth if you want," offered Vana non-challantly.
A blonde-haired soldier laughed as he knelt before Ravena's head, grabbing a fistful of her blood and urine-coated hair, then forcing her to take his cock into her dripping mouth. Ravena moaned weakly, her eyes squeezed shut as the mercenary thrust his member down her throat, forcing her to gag as piss dripped from the tip of his tool into her esophagus. Vana began to pant softly as the sight of the man pumping his meat into the prone girl's mouth aroused her pussy and made her nipples hard. The evil cleric slashed down with her whip, scarring Ravena's smooth, creamy stomach with a pretty, red welt. Vana whipped down again and again, the crack of leather against soft flesh sending jolts of ecstasy into the cleric's perverse brain. Ravena groaned in protest as the soldier rubbed his penis against her nose and lips, forcing her to smell his manhood before he plunged his rod back into her small, warm mouth.
Vana disrobed as Skull Port burned behind her, the young woman's body shapely and white with purity as she strapped on a spiked dildo. The cleric knelt across Ravena's thighs, rubbing the tip of the dildo across the surface of the girl's sensitive bush. Smiling coldly, Vana shoved the spiked pole into Ravena's pussy, relishing the girl's muffled screams of agony as she thrust the painful tool deep into the mage girl's vagina. Blood spurted from Ravena's ravaged cunt, staining her upper thighs with scarlet wine as Vana pumped lewdly up and down, the dildo tearing and ripping fragile pussy-flesh. Ravena's hands spasmed uncontrollably in their impaled bonds, her breasts pumping like overworked bellows as the sadistic cleric fucked her torn slit while Vana's henchman filled her throat with throbbing meat.
"Pull out of her," ordered Vana as she continued fucking Ravena's cunt, blood spewing into the air to coat the cleric's breasts and flat stomach with crimson gore. Reaching to the ground nearby, Vana retrieved a Loviatar's Kiss, a mouth gag with a sharp, iron spike attached.
"No…please," moaned Ravena weakly, her head lolling pathetically as she lost more and more blood. Vana steadied the naked girl's head, then rammed the spike into her open mouth, impaling the naked female's tongue and fastening it to the lower portion of her jaw. Ravena groaned softly as blood dripped down her chin, her eyes glazing with agony while Vana fastened the leather gag strip tightly around her head. Ravena's naked body was deathly pale as Vana fucked her slashed pussy over and over. Blood dried over the naked girl's crotch and bare legs, the flow ebbing to a trickle as less and less fluid remained within the bound female. Vana fondled Ravena's nearly still breasts, kneading the mounds of cool flesh, leaning down to bite the blue nipples and suck loudly on the pale hills of lust.
Ravena moaned once more through her gag then grew limp as Death finally claimed her. Vana didn't care, in fact she drew even more enjoyment as she screwed the dead girl's body, making it jerk and bounce as she rammed the spiked cock into the still young woman's slashed cunt. Sated, Vana rose to her feet, removing the dildo, then holding it over her head, opening her mouth to receive a downpour of blood and torn vagina flesh. The cleric licked her lips with satisfaction as she spun to watch the last dying embers of debris that once formed the great city of Waterdeep. Fire shined in Vana Lasher's large eyes as she inhaled the reek of Death and found it good, very good.
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[02]
Jana awoke with a start, her skin moist with sweat as the morning sun beamed down upon her. A loud, violent sound, like thunder, imperceptibly shook the family's cottage, the dull roar beating again and again as would a monstrous heart. The slim girl quickly left her bed, sliding on panties and a plain, grey dress before leaving her attic room and descending a small ladder to the common room. Jana's father, a tall, muscular man named Tomik, walked swiftly to the house's door, then went outside to investigate the unholy clamor. Jana followed her father outside, moving close to him as the bright sun warmed her smooth, tanned skin.
"Goddess protect us," swore Tomik softly as he gazed north, towards Ashabenford.
The large town could not be seen, but tall pillars of oily smoke rose into the air in the vicinity of the village. Gouts of flame speared into the air, accompanied by faint screams of pain and terror.
"What's happening?" asked Jana as she watched in rapt awe.
"Ashabenford is under attack. The enemy must be very powerful to have overwhelmed the town's defenses so quickly. Go back inside! Wake up your brother and send him to me," ordered Tomik curtly.
"Yes, father," nodded Jana before she ran back into the house to rouse her deep sleeping sibling.
Breakfast was short and silent as Jana and her family listened to the sounds of war. Dull booms pounded across the farmstead almost continuously, the columns of smoke flowing from the village expanded to cover the whole region. The light outside was depressing and gray as noises of movement attracted Tomik's attention. Grabbing a pitchfork, the tall farmer walked outside again, observing a long column of refugees as they marched sullenly southwest.
"What goes on in town?" shouted Tomik at the column.
"Orcs and goblins have sacked the place!" retorted a gruff tradesman. "Dark mages have destroyed our homes and murdered all of the town militia. You better pack up and join us, the hell-spawn will be coming after us next!"
Tomik returned to the house, his face drawn and frowning as he closed the door behind him and looked up to regard his beloved family.
"Pack a few necessities, we're leaving."
Jana and Mirek hastened to obey their father as the girl's mother began packing food for a long journey. The jade-haired girl finished quickly, returning to the common room just as her father left his own bedroom. When everyone assembled, Tomik led everyone out, then closed the house's door with a thud of finality. As the farmer turned to lead the way towards the refugee column, he noticed that the travelers were running in a panic. Turning to the right, Tomik gasped as he saw goblins pursuing the townspeople, short swords and knives brandished murderously.
"Quick, run east!" hissed Tomik while he herded his family away from the now screaming escapees. Goblin laughter assaulted Jana's ears as the first of the attackers met the back of the column, their swords hacking wetly into helpless flesh as they overran the old people and children who were too slow to escape. Tomik pushed and shoved his charges, urging them to greater speed as they crossed the tilled fields and made for the edge of the forest to the east of the farm. Howls tore the air as a pack of dire wolves caught the family's scent, the malicious hounds ripping great tufts of earth as they charged after the fleeing humans. Jana's mother screamed in fear, her eyes wide and furtive as she ran clumsily for the shelter of the trees. Six, ten, then twelve wolves joined the chase, their red tongues lolling in the air as they relished the pursuit of weak prey. Jana's mother was the first to die as she fell behind the others. Two gray-furred wolves jumped high into the air, landing on her shoulders and forcing the woman painfully to the ground. Jana heard her mother's neck snap as one of her attackers crushed her spine with his sharp jaws. Tomik roared in fury, but continued to run, guiding his two children as they almost reached the safety of the forest.
"Fly! Keep running! Don't stop!" shouted Tomik before he clenched the haft of his pitchfork and spun to face the prancing wolves.
"Chauntea protect me!" implored the farmer as he swung as weapon crudely from left to right. Tomik scored one hit on the flank of a brown wolf, but three others tore into him, ravaging his legs with their fangs and forcing him to his knees, where they finished their butchery.
Jana and Mirek entered the cool shelter of the forest, continuing their sprint through the foliage as the wolves kept up their pursuit. Despite the death of her parents and her own approaching demise, Jana felt exhilarated, her blood pounding like liquid fire in her veins as her firm, muscled legs propelled her past the undergrowth. Mirek began to fall back, his breath coming in loud wheezes as fatigue overpowered fear.
"Good luck, dear sister," wished Mirek just as the wolves smashed into his back, pushing him into the ground where they ripped his limbs apart with ease.
Alone and running for her life, Jana continued her flight, her lungs crying for air as her stamina drained away. The wolves slowed a trifle, biding their time as the petite girl expended her energy on escape. The creatures almost grinned with malicious glee as they watched Jana stumble and smack into trees as she tried to evade her pursuers. Finally, at the end of her strength, Jana entered a small clearing, where she rammed into a tree across the space and fell backwards onto the soft ground. Dazed and trembling with fatigue, Jana gasped as she heard the wolves enter the clearing, their paw steps silent but ominous as they encircled the prone girl and stared at her with naked hunger.
"Bhaal! Come to me!" panted the girl as she looked upwards, towards an ever growing pack of dire wolves. Tongues wagged and fangs drooled as the wolves regarded their catch, then the pack howled as the leader padded forward and nuzzled inside the folds of Jana's dress. Jana gasped in astonishment as the wolf rubbed his snout across her crotch, his nostrils inhaling deeply as he scented her virginal pussy. Extending his tongue, the wolf licked the inside of her thighs, his mouth sampling her sweet, creamy flesh as he tracked warm drool across her legs. Another wolf walked up to her head, bending down to lick her face, then concentrating his affections on her lips, his long, moist tongue coating her mouth with his saliva. Jana made a disgusted face, but didn't make a sound as two more wolves came forward and bit her dress with their teeth, pulling away so that the thin fabric tore and pealed away from her shapely body. Jana panted deeply, her young, ripening breasts heaving with each gasp for air. The pack leader shredded the prone girl's skirt with his fangs, then shouldered his way in-between her legs, burying his snout in her green-hued snatch.
Jana gasped loudly, her cunt quivering as the wolf licked her clit and labia energetically. The wolf licking her face grew more insistent, forcing his tongue into her mouth, down her clenching throat. The wolves at Jana's sides moved forward again, licking and nipping at the girl's tits, lavishing canine affection on the small mounds until they glistened with sticky spittle. Jana moaned as her pussy grew hot with arousal, her wet breasts pert and her skin flushed as she allowed the wolf above her to explore her mouth and throat wantonly. The naked girl's legs trembled with each lap of the pack leader's tongue, his snout cold and insistent as it buried itself in her vagina, his tongue a thrusting probe that tickled her hymen and made her cunt slick with honey.
Jana's ecstatic moans attracted the wolf pack's handler, a large goblin with stained leather armor and a long whip.
"Bad! Bad dogs!" admonished the goblin before he applied his weapon, scattering the wolves sucking Jana's tits as well as the wolf ravishing her open mouth. The pack leader raised his head from the naked girl's throbbing slit, baring his fangs and growling loudly. The wolf climbed over Jana's prone body, claiming her flesh as he snarled at his goblin master. Jana could just feel the tip of the wolf's cock brush against her cunt, the sensation making her hot and breathless as her pussy yearned for the pole to enter her untouched womanhood.
"Fucking furball," swore the goblin as he whipped the pack leader painfully across the ears and snout, making the wolf yelp in agony and retreat to the far side of the clearing. Gazing at the naked, saliva-dripping young girl below him, the goblin handler reached down to pull Jana up, then turned her around so he could pull her arms behind her back and bind her wrists with leather restraints.
"Wizard man will pay good price for you," chuckled the goblin as he shoved Jana forward, forcing the naked girl to stumble back into the forest to where the raiding party waited beyond.
***
Crystal towers shattered and fell like glass sculptures as Vana Lasher stood upon a hill, watching in grim amusement as a tribe of giants crushed the spires of Silverymoon. Loud crashes filled the air as the gleaming towers broke and toppled down to the body-strewn streets of the once mighty city of the North.
"Another dream goes down in ruins," observed Vana as a hot wind blew against her long, flowing black hair. She reached up with her left hand, allowing her silky tresses to drape her delicate fingers as she enjoyed the fall of the "Jewel of the North".
"My legions shall grow after the attack is done," said a gray-skinned, cadaver-thin man behind Vana.
"Yes, this is truly the day of the necromancer," grinned the cleric as she turned to regard her new ally, Alfred Mortis. The old man exposed his decaying gums, his eyes burning with unholy lust as he dreamed of the zombies and ghouls he would give birth to in the coming night.
"The Age of Darkness. The Age of Death," chanted the dark mage while he waved his bone-thin arms wildly, drool sliding from his slack lips to his sharp chin.
"Truly, how the mighty have fallen," groaned Vana as she looked up into the black sky with exasperation.
"Would you like to help me play with my newest pretty?" asked Mortis politely while he indicated his dark tent with a long finger.
"No, my last session is still too fresh, you go on without me," urged the priestess of Loviatar before she began descending the hillside. "I'm going to get a pitcher of wine and drink until I'm out cold."
"Savage," sniffed Mortis as he watched the lovely cleric depart. "I shall have to spend lots of time educating her when I bring her Across."
Giggling softly to himself, the necromancer returned to his large tent made of human skin. Crouching under the tent flap, Mortis inhaled the mind-numbing incense that wafted from several golden braziers shaped like human skulls. The old man grinned obscenely as he regarded the naked, red-haired girl lying on her stomach upon the ground, her arms and legs bound together behind her back and a tight, leather gag strapped across her mouth.
"Such a sweet meat," slobbered Mortis while he knelt down to pet and stroke the girl's long tresses, the hair soft and smelling of spring flowers. The old man ran his hands down the naked girl's back, his shriveled digits caressing every pore and curve of lovely, female flesh. He squeezed her tight, rounded ass, running a finger up her small crack, barely touching her pussy and tiny asshole. The girl cried a muffled protest, her green eyes wide and moist with tears as she begged her tormentor wordlessly to stop.
"You're so beautiful, and you're all mine," smiled Mortis cruelly, his eyes empty and devoid of compassion as he stroked the naked girl's cheek, then returned his hands to her fiery hair, running his fingers within the mass of silky curls.
Rising to his feet, Mortis walked to a long table covered with many exotic instruments. Picking up a metal prying device, the dark mage knelt down behind the bound girl, where he could reach her helpless pussy. Reaching forward, Mortis placed the cold, metal device at the very lip of the girl's cunt, positioning it so that the metal edges touched the lips of her slit. Pressing the device forward a little, Mortis snapped the pry open, the edges widening the naked girl's cunt to the tearing point. The girl screamed with agony, her cries muffled but audible as she wriggled in her bonds and cried rivers of hot tears. A trickle of blood dripped from the girl's pussy where a few small rents of flesh occurred. The redhead's fuckhole was wide open, beckoning, seducing, a bottomless pit of pleasure. Mortis drooled longingly as he gazed into the girl's cunt, watching her tender, pink vagina flesh writhe and glisten with erotic promise. Tearing his gaze away, the mage panted for breath as he grabbed a metal drill, then knelt down near the girl's bare ass and placed the drill head at the entrance to the girl's anus. The bound victim renewed her vain struggles as Mortis activated the drill, the device whining perversely as Mortis lowered the drill and entered her asshole. The female screamed in fresh agony, her buttocks wiggling under the drill's vibrations as the head slid into her anus, ripping flesh and spewing streams of blood against the necromancer's face and black robes. Mortis removed the ichor-dripping drill, then bent down, licking and sucking the blood-drenched wound, rubbing his face against her smooth asscheeks and ravaged shithole.
After sucking loudly on the moaning girl's bleeding anus, Mortis rose up, then stumbled into a waiting chair, his lungs wheezing for air as lust burned like molten agony in his thin veins. Moving a trembling hand, the mage picked up a silver mug engraved with fornicating elf girls, pouring the red wine within into his bloodstained mouth. Licking his lips wetly, Mortis watched the naked girl as her body spasmed and shook, blood dripping from her anus down her buttocks to pool under her slim legs and open pussy. Shuddering with release, Mortis opened his blood-drenched robes, revealing a dead, shriveled cock that was gray and ridden with rot. The member twitched with Undead life, the head rising up to regard the bound girl's open cunt with interest. As Mortis threw back his head and closed his eyes, the slithering cock extended itself, descending with reptilian grace until it softly nudged the helpless girl's slit. When the girl moaned softly in confusion, the cock shoved itself into her yawning orifice, sliding deep into her vagina, tearing her hymen and pushing far into her small belly. The girl cried out pathetically as her virginity was ravaged, fresh blood dripping from her cunt as the decayed penis pulsed inside her; its veins throbbing with obscene life as it excreted unholy fluids into her ripe womb. Mortis groaned with pleasure, his eyes held tightly shut as he voided his corruption into the helpless young girl, her body a warm, luscious host for his decadence and filth. The naked girl's thighs twitched as they hung above her body, drool escaping from her tight mouth gag as Mortis' cock shoved in and out of her slit, the rotting flesh caressing and rubbing her tender, tight vagina as it slithered within her fuckhole.
With a soft sigh, Mortis orgasmed inside the moaning girl, filling her belly with repulsive filth, then exiting her blood-slick cunt with a wet sucking noise. Leaving his chair, the necromancer knelt beside the girl's head, then removed the gag from her mouth.
"Please...no more," begged the girl as tears pooled beneath her pain-wracked eyes.
"As you wish," nodded Mortis before he pulled her head up by the hair, then sliced a sharp, ebony knife across her pale throat. The girl gagged loudly, blood gushing from her neck as her mouth worked open and shut. Mortis bent down to kiss her passionately, ramming his mouth against hers, sucking her last breath from her naked body until she shivered and fell still. Shuddering in ecstasy, Mortis rubbed his face across the naked girl's back, relishing the feel of her cooling flesh against his lips and nose.
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[03]
The afternoon was dry and hot as Jana was led roughly through the forest towards the east. She was still naked, her wrists bound behind her back as goblins poked and prodded her with their spears and short swords. Dire wolves ran ahead of the war band, scouting the area, hunting for fresh prey. As the day grew into evening, the band left the shelter of the trees for a large, open clearing, the ground seared clean of foliage. In the center of the clearing was a large, imposing castle constructed of black crystal. Jana shuddered as she beheld the fortress, her senses burning as she felt the corruption and raw hunger emanating from the castle. Pushed forward by an impatient goblin, Jana resumed her clumsy advance as the raiders marched towards the keep. Reaching the tall, closed portals, the goblin leader upheld an obsidian shard in his right hand, a shard that glowed with magical life until the double doors swung inwards silently. Jana followed her kidnappers inside, her unease growing as she glanced at the walls and saw human figures and ecstatic female faces writhing and flowing across the surface of the crystal. Walking down a long, dark hallway, the band finally entered an immense audience hall, a rectangular chamber reverberating with the sounds of female moans and gasps of sexual frenzy. The goblins grinned with appreciation for the cacophony as they prodded the reluctant girl towards the impressive throne at the far end of the room.
A man sat indolently upon the raised throne, dressed in flowing black robes and a hood that obscured his features. The man's chair was composed of several human women who contorted their bodies to support their master, their flesh melded together by magic. The dark-robed man idly petted a naked redhead who knelt at his right side, the girl purring with contentment as he stroked her long, shiny tresses.
"Ah, I see you've brought me another one," said the man as he regarded Jana appraisingly.
"Yes, lord. I captured her during a raid on Ashabenford," informed the goblin respectfully.
"Yes, Ashabenford raised many pretty girls," observed the man with a nod. "How much for her?"
"Five hundred gold pieces," replied the goblin.
"Done. Money is no object when the world is about to end," said the man before he waved his hand idly, summoning a large bag of gold from thin air.
"Thank you, master," gushed the goblin as he reached out to take his money. Bowing deeply, the goblin leader led his band out of the throne room, leaving the nude Jana alone with her new master.
"What is your name?" asked the mage.
"Jana. Jana of Ashabenford," replied the green-haired girl fearfully.
"Come closer, Jana," ordered the wizard softly.
The naked girl walked tentatively forward, her bare feet making no noise as she climbed the dais, then stopped within reach of the sitting mage. The wizard stared hard at Jana, probing her mind with his powers, searching for something he could not place.
"You have power," murmured the mage. "I sense great magic within you, ancient magic."
"I don't have any magic," retorted Jana with a shake of her curls.
"Nothing strange ever happened to you? Nothing super-natural?" asked the wizard.
"Well, once about a year ago, a bright light came from the sky and engulfed me. I felt strange right afterwards, but it faded and went away with time," replied the girl.
"So that's where it went," whispered the mage as he leaned back into the breasts and stomach of the naked girl making up the back of his chair. "Interesting."
"What?" asked Jana curiously.
"There was a great war. A sorceress named Ravena Nightmane created a powerful artifact called the Magick Staff and went on a rampage of the North. Waterdeep and Silverymoon fell, and she broke the wills of Queen Alustrial and Laeral, the Mage Lady of Waterdeep. Ravena attacked Shadowdale, practically destroyed it, and slew both Elminster and the Simbul. Elminster released his magic, but no one knew where it finally ended up. Now I know, it came to you," said the wizard as he looked up to gaze at Jana with avarice.
"I…have magic," muttered Jana to herself as she looked down at her small hands, the palms plain and quite ordinary.
"Yes, but you lack the proper knowledge to unlock it. I can release it," replied the mage eagerly. "Will you let me enter your mind?"
"Why don't you just grab me and do what you want? You do own me," retorted Jana acidly.
"I don't work that way. You must surrender yourself to me, of your own free will," smiled the mage, his words emphasized by the female moans echoing around the chamber.
"Very well," agreed Jana as she lowered her head, her eyes downcast as she waited for her owner to take her. The wizard rose from his flesh-cushioned throne, then walked up close to Jana, brushing her smooth brow with his right hand, whispering words of magic as he slid into her mind and searched for Elminster's hidden power. The mage broke Elminster's seals, releasing a flood of eldritch mana that burned every drop of blood in Jana's naked body. The girl whimpered in pain, falling to her knees as the wizard stood over her, shifting through her brain, repairing the damaged synapses that withheld her real world memories.
"Your name is Phillipe, Phillipe de Muerte," whispered Jana in wonder.
"Yes, that's right," nodded the wizard as he stroked back the kneeling girl's slick, green hair.
"I'm a wizard like you now?" asked Jana as she slowly staggered back to her feet.
"No, no," laughed Phillipe as he backed away from the girl. "It will take years of study to fully develop your power, but the potential is there."
"Yes, she has great potential," hissed Bhaal as he appeared silently. "I thank you for unchaining her restraints."
"Restraints only a mage could undo, it was beyond your ken," observed Phillipe as he stood regarding the god of Death.
"A minor detail, easily overcome by you, warlock," retorted Bhaal with a gleam of white fangs. "Now you will aid my avatar in her task to save this world."
"Why should I?" inquired the mage angrily.
"Because if you do not, your pretty little castle and all your charming dolls will go up in a great fire that not even I can prevent," replied Bhaal.
"You have a point," agreed Phillipe sagely. "Alright, I'll help."
"Good. Your task is easy. You are already in the forests of Myth Drannor, you need only travel east, deeper into the ruins until you come upon an ancient temple of the Elves. When you get there, I will give you further instructions. Oh, you'll need to bring your piece of the Magick Staff, someone else will bring the second shard in due time," said Bhaal cryptically.
"Done," agreed the wizard gravely.
"One last thing. I know of your fondness for young girls, but leave Jana alone--she belongs to me. She cannot reach her full potential unless she remains a virgin. Her hymen must remain whole," commanded the god emphatically.
"If you insist," smiled Muerte as he gave Jana a leering look.
Bhaal faded into the empty air, leaving the couple alone once again.
"A pity, there were so many pleasures that I wished to share with you," murmured Muerte huskily as he caressed Jana's small chin.
"Maybe you can still show me some, just not all of them," grinned Jana as she drew close to the tall mage, tilting her head up so that the man could kiss her hotly on the mouth.
***
Vana Lasher rode calmly down a crowd-choked street as hundreds of citizens ran in a panic. Explosions could be heard near the western gate of Arabel as a enormous army of orcs and hill giants attacked the wall, held back by valiant soldiers and a few royal wizards. Alfred Mortis rode silently behind Vana, along with a small band of soldiers hired on by Vana for protection. Leaving the loud, crowded street, Vana entered a small, fenced courtyard in front of a richly appointed manor house. The raven-maned woman gracefully dismounted, then allowed a stable boy to take her horse along with her companions'. Vana marched to the manor's door confidently, then rapped the doorknocker loudly. The portal opened inwards quickly, a slim, lovely young woman waiting expectantly on the other side. Vana walked in without speaking, taking in the rising staircase and expensive appointments of the entry chamber. The woman snapped her fingers at a serving girl who rushed forward to take the cloaks of Mortis and the guards. Vana walked further into the entry room, going to a wall panel underneath the stairs, then opening a secret door with a gentle press of a finger. The cleric bent down to enter the secret room, followed by the mistress of the house, who closed the door after herself as the serving girl led the other guests into a wide living area.
Vana descended down a tight, spiraling staircase then entered a large, dark room composed of cold stone walls and floor. With a word, light globes flared with golden light, revealing a stark chamber adorned with racks, long tables, and cabinets filled with leather bondage gear and a variety of torture instruments. Near the far wall, a beautifully carved statue of Loviatar stood, her legs standing apart as she regarded her worshipers with lustful hunger, her lips curled in a snarl as she held a barbed whip in her right hand, her left placed upon one of her rounded hips.
"You have news?" asked Vana as she moved to a small table, pouring herself a cup of chilled wine that she drank greedily.
"The order has detected signs of the second shard, it lies within the realm of Myth Drannor, along the edge of the ruins," replied the blonde lady humbly.
"Any guardians?" probed Vana while she turned to stare at her acolyte.
"Phillipe de Muerte possesses the shard, and he just allowed the girl you seek into his home. We also detected a divine presence, a shade of Death."
"Cyric. I wondered when that bastard would get involved," snarled Vana. "Get everyone together, we leave Arabel tonight and travel east, to Myth Drannor."
"Yes, mistress," nodded the blonde before she looked expectantly at her superior.
"Humph, I guess the rituals must be maintained," remarked Vana with disinterest as she walked up to her acolyte, then spun her around violently. Vana pushed the woman roughly onto a table, pressing her breasts and stomach over its hard surface, thrusting out her round ass invitingly. The woman moaned with pleasure at Vana's rough treatment, her breath coming in husky pants as the cleric tore off her expensive, sheer dress, then ran cold, gauntleted hands over her bare back and buttocks. Vana turned the woman around to lay on her back, then slapped her several times across the face, gauntlets leaving red bruises and cutting flesh along the woman's lip. The naked woman lay prone and submissive over the table as Vana retrieved some iron manacles, then fastened them tightly on the woman's wrists, binding her hands in front of herself. The cleric pulled her slave from the table then forced the woman to her bare knees, allowing her to suck lewdly on metal-encased fingers. Vana backed away to remove her own garments and armor as the house's mistress reclined on her bare ass, spreading her slim legs apart so she could fondle her own pussy with her manacle-encased hands.
"You're a naughty, wicked girl," admonished Vana as she watched her slave finger-fuck herself, long fingers plunging in and out of moist, pink cunt-flesh.
"Punish me, mistress," moaned the blonde woman as she continued to frantically push her fingers into her dripping slit, her naked breasts heaving with her lustful pants.
Vana strapped on a polished, wooden dildo, then walked forward to stand before the masturbating woman. The blonde leaned forward, continuing her finger plunges as she began licking and sucking wantonly on the hard shaft extending from Vana's crotch. The dark-maned cleric hissed with pleasure as she rammed the dildo into the sitting woman's mouth, sliding the shaft deep into her lover's throat until the naked female was gagging with discomfort. Vana seized a handful of the woman's golden hair, thrusting her crotch into the blonde's mouth, watching as her full, red lips caressed and sucked on the hard tool. Vana pulled out the dildo then rubbed it across the gasping woman's nose and cheeks. The cleric slid the shaft down naked woman's neck, then fondled her full, ripe tits with the member.
"Please...don't," teased the woman as she pretended to protest her lewd treatment by Vana.
"I know you like it, whore," snarled Vana before she slapped the woman hard across the face, cutting the blonde's lip a second time. The blonde licked the blood from her lips, her tongue caressing the wound lovingly, every surge of pain a kiss of ecstasy. Vana placed a leather choke collar around the naked woman's neck then attached a short chain to the collar's hook ring before dragging the struggling female to a tall, smooth pole. Vana pulled the blonde woman to her feet then fastened her attached wrist manacles to a hook set high up on the pole's surface. The naked acolyte dangled vulnerably in her bonds, her bare back and ass exposed as Vana spread the woman's legs apart, then shoved the wooden dildo into her wet pussy. The blonde groaned loudly with pleasure her tits rubbing against the hard pole as Vana thrust her shaft into the female's clenched vagina. The woman's face pressed against the smooth pole, her mouth wide open and drooling as the cleric of Loviatar fucked her from behind, filling her cunt with a hard, thrusting shaft that impaled itself deep within her belly.
"Uhh, harder! Harder!" shouted the blonde as Vana shoved the dildo into her pussy.
"This really gets you off, doesn't it, slut," whispered Vana into the naked woman's ear as she pressed her own naked body against the sweating flesh of her lover.
"Yes! I'm going to cum!" moaned the blonde before her body began to shudder, her quivering pussy gushing with sticky honey as multiple orgasms ravished her mind.
"Glory to Loviatar, mistress of Pain," prayed Vana as she caressed the sweat-slick flesh of the naked woman's back.
"May my cries of agony bring her joy," panted the blonde as she lay weakly against the tall pillar, her buttocks rubbing against Vana's crotch as the dildo lay within her pussy.
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[04]
"You called me?" asked Jana as she entered the room dressed in tight leggings and a leather vest.
"Yes. Before we leave for the ruins of Myth Drannor, I thought that I would teach you some elementary necromancy," smiled Muerte as he stood next to a flat, stone block.
"Really? Cool!" grinned the jade-haired girl as she walked quickly to where the wizard stood.
Phillipe carefully opened a black, scale-skinned spellbook, recited magical formulae, then listened as Jana carefully copied his words and inflections. Jana learned Animate Dead Animals quickly, the spell enabled her to animate the skeleton of a dead rat that lay in a dark corner of the room. Muerte nodded with approval, then taught the girl Chill Touch, allowing her to use himself as a test subject. The mage shivered slightly as Jana touched his arm briefly as she chanted the spell, a cold jolt shooting up his limb as the beautiful girl drained a little of his strength.
"Excellent. Elminster's power is allowing you to learn at an accelerated rate," said Muerte as he motioned with his hand, summoning a slack-jawed zombie that shambled into the room clumsily.
"The next spell I will teach you is called Corpse Link, it will allow you to link minds with an Undead and feel what the Undead is feeling."
"Sounds nasty," replied Jana as she made a face of disgust.
"You may grow to like it over time," smiled Muerte with a leer. "Now concentrate on that zombie, let your mind relax, then extend a tendril into his head."
Jana complied, staring hard at the decomposing zombie as she probed into its dead brain. The girl gasped as she linked with the corpse, sensations of numbness and indifference to temperature overwhelmed her mind. She couldn't feel herself breathing, she just stood there, staring at herself and the tall mage next to her.
"Walk," commanded Muerte to the zombie.
Jana was lost in her spell as she felt the zombie obey its lord, its flesh-torn feet stumbling forward as it slowly circled around the Light-illuminated room.
"I can feel what it feels as it walks," marveled Jana as she stared into empty air, her mind seeing through the vacant eyes of the zombie as it walked round and round.
"Good, you've mastered the spell. Now break your link, I want to teach you one more thing," said Phillipe as he raised his right hand deliberately.
Jana severed her mental bond with the zombie just before Muerte cast a Magic Missile spell, launching half a dozen glowing darts that slammed into the corpse and smashed it wetly against the stone wall. The dark mage waited until the zombie slid down to the floor, then he walked forward to drag the corpse onto the stone block in the center of the room.
"Female necromancers animate the dead differently than male sorcerers," began Muerte while he positioned the limp zombie on its back, then went to a small table to retrieve a small jar of ointment. "They use much more intimate methods to bring life to the Dead."
"How intimate?" asked Jana as her stomach turned to ice.
"Very," grinned the mage as he set the jar next to the prone corpse. "You'll have to disrobe for this spell.
Frowning with displeasure, Jana pulled off her vest, then slid her leggings down her firm, creamy thighs. After discarding her panties, the naked girl walked up to the block, looking up expectantly at her grinning mentor.
"Since Bhaal forbade you to have intercourse with anyone, this will be a little tougher. Straddle the body," ordered Muerte.
Jana climbed upon the cold block, then slid atop the dead man's body, straddling his blue-hued crotch with her own.
"Now take the ointment and rub it over his body," said Phillipe as he lashed his gaze across the naked girl's pert breasts and smooth, tight ass.
Jana sighed to herself as she opened the glass jar and scooped out a portion of ointment with the fingers of her right hand. She applied the cream slowly over the corpse's firm chest, rubbing the ointment into the dead man's pale, cold skin. The naked girl rubbed ointment across the corpse's face, shoulders and legs, then finally grimaced as she rubbed the cream over his crotch and limp penis.
"Now begin chanting the spell," ordered Muerte curtly.
Jana tentatively began chanting the Animate Dead incantations, her small hands sliding across the naked corpse's flesh, pressing the slick ointment into his pores until the body twitched with unnatural life. The zombie's cock quivered with swift, brief spasms, tickling Jana's pussy as it moved beneath her.
"Suck on its cock, do it slowly," panted Muerte as his own cock grew hard from the display before him.
"Put this thing's prick into my mouth! No way!" protested Jana.
"If you didn't have to stay a virgin, you would fuck it with your cunt, but since you have to remain intact, you finish this orally," retorted the mage.
"Magic sucks," muttered the naked girl before she slid backwards, bringing her face closer to the zombie's crotch. She watched in loathing as the corpse's penis engorged and shot up in an erection, begging her to lavish her affection upon it. Closing her eyes tightly, Jana placed her mouth over the tip of the cock then began sucking lightly on the rod's head. The zombie twitched sharply, its arms and legs re-animating as the nude girl sucked loudly on its prick, her red lips sliding up and down the shaft, caressing its meat wantonly. The zombie opened its glassy eyes, its mouth opening to hiss shrilly as Jana slid her mouth down the length of its pole, then nuzzling her nose at the base of its cock, sucking wetly on its shriveled, dangling testicles. The prone zombie moaned loudly, reaching forward with its thin arms to grasp Jana's head, forcing her to take its member deep into her warm mouth. The green-maned girl seemed to suck the zombie's cock forever, her head moving in rhythm to the corpse's crotch as it slid its meat in and out of her gaping orifice. With a blood-chilling scream, the zombie shot its load, excreting a stream of green semen that splashed across Jana's pretty face.
"Well done," clapped Muerte as he straightened his robes, walked forward to help the dripping girl from the top of the block, then gave her a clean towel so she could wipe the filth from her mouth, face, and breasts.
"There aren't a lot of female necromancers, are there?" asked Jana sarcastically.
"No. It takes a special kind of woman to heed the call of the Black Art," smiled Phillipe with amusement.
***
The next day, Jana and Muerte left his dark castle riding two black horses, their saddles festooned with supply bags as they rode east. Leaving the clearing around the dark fortress, the duo entered the ancient forest, following a concealed trail that Muerte knew would lead to the ruins of lost Myth Drannor.
"What is Myth Drannor?" asked Jana as she nibbled idly on an apple.
"Myth Drannor was a great metropolis built by the Elves during the age of legends. It was the one place in all the Realms where all of the races lived in peace and cooperation. Many wondrous artifacts of magic were created in Myth Drannor, items of power that no one can duplicate in this age. Eliminster lived in Myth Drannor for a time, learning the great mysteries of Art from the Elves and other masters. Eventually the citizens of Myth Drannor grew arrogant and complacent. They opened a Gate to the Nine Hells, perhaps hoping to harness the dark powers of the demon lords for themselves. The Elves and their allies lost control of the Gates, the demons escaped, then destroyed the city and all of its inhabitants. The city has remained abandoned for centuries, many say that the ruins are haunted," said Muerte.
"Are they?" asked Jana as she stared at the mage with rapt attention.
"I have seen the odd demon or succubus now and then," admitted Phillipe with a shrug. "I generally try to avoid the ruins, I have everything I need in my castle."
"Why do you think Lord Bhaal sent us to the ruins?" inquired the girl.
"The Elvish temple he mentioned may be the dark sanctuary I've heard rumors about," answered Muerte after some thought. "It's probably a temple devoted to him or one of the other dark gods. He'll want to use the sanctuary as a focus for the Magick Staff, enhance its powers so that it might be able to shield this world from whatever's tearing it apart."
"I doubt magic will block a system crash," replied Jana with a sad shake of her head.
"It might, the Staff was a cheat introduced into the program, it might be able to negate the self-destruct protocol," said the wizard.
"You're a PC!" exclaimed Jana with wide eyes.
"Afraid so. I've been here since the beginning," grinned Muerte.
"I thought that I was the only one left," marveled the girl.
"There are a few others, the die-hards who practically live in this simulation. Ravena was one, but I sense that she just logged-out, probably with some help," smiled the mage coldly. "Vana Lasher is another, I think that she's still here. She's probably the one with the other shard. With you, there's just three PCs left, everyone else is dead and gone, blocked out from the system."
"Nice and cosy," commented Jana glibly.
"I'll feel better after Vana is kicked out, she's one nasty bitch. She got censored for killing so many other PCs, the SysOp fined her big time."
"I think we're here," mentioned Jana as she pointed with a finger.
Muerte turned away from Jana to regard the sprawling, foliage-choked ruins of Myth Drannor. Clicking his tongue, the mage urged his stallion forward, the horse's metal shoes clopping loudly on torn stone as the duo went deeper into the abandoned city. The sun was setting to the west as the companions discovered a large, imposing temple adorned with sculptures of lovely Elvish maidens and scenes of nature. Muerte dismounted, helped Jana to the ground, and then secured the mounts near a stand of bushes and wild grass. The duo entered the daunting, marble structure, then walked slowly into the entry foyer until darkness closed around them. Phillipe cast a Light spell, holding the white orb in his left hand as he guided the way into a spacious, pillar-lined sanctuary. A long, polished altar sat near the far wall, raised up on a tiered dais composed of swirling white and green marble. The duo walked silently past rows of empty pews until they reached the foot of the altar dais. A shaft of white light fell from the ceiling onto the altar, the glow illuminating a crude statue of Lolth, who stood against the far wall regarding her worshipers with haughty arrogance in her Elven form.
"Lolth? This can't be right," muttered Muerte as he looked up into the coldly beautiful female visage.
"You trespass on sacred ground, human," hissed a female voice behind the two companions.
Phillipe spun to face the speaker, his hands outstretched to cast a spell just before two darts slammed into his chest. The wizard grunted in pain, then fell limply to the floor as Jana looked out into the darkness, straining to spot the attackers.
"So this is Bhaal's little whore," remarked a Dark Elf woman before she lashed out with a whip, trapping Jana's neck within its slick embrace. "I'll enjoy ravishing her as the gods destroy us all."
Jana struggled weakly as the whip cut off her air supply. Delicate fingers pried at the leather weapon until a Dark Elf male emerged from the darkness and smacked her hard against the side of her head.
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[05]
Jana awoke with a splitting headache, she groaned loudly as she tried to sit up, but was restrained by the bonds on her limbs. She blinked her eyes several times, then realized that she lay upon the marble altar, the shaft of descending white light pouring over her naked body as metal bindings held her ankles, wrists and neck against the cold rock. Turning her head with difficulty, Jana found Muerte manacled next to the first pew of the temple, his mouth gagged with a leather strip as two Dark Elf males stood guard over him. The Dark Elf female stood over the companions' saddlebags, discarding food and other supplies until she found the wrapped bundle that contained the Magick Staff shard.
"Ah, Mistress Lolth was correct," smiled the woman as she unwrapped the iron shaft, then slid her hands lovingly over the damaged weapon's surface.
"You have to let us go," said Jana urgently. "The mage and I have been commanded by Lord Bhaal to use the Staff in order to save the world. If you keep us bound, you'll die too!"
"Bah! Your god is weak, Lolth is the supreme divinity in the universe," retorted the Dark Elf as she turned to face her naked prisoner. "My goddess will use the Staff to save the Dark Elves, her loving children. Humanity and the other weak races will perish in the cleansing flames."
"You're wrong, everyone will die unless you let me go!" shouted the girl emphatically.
"You seem to have a lot of spirit. I think I shall break that spirit while I wait for Mistress Lolth to arrive," smirked the Dark Elf as she dropped the Staff shard over the open saddlebags, then walked towards the altar, her high-heeled boots clicking as she came closer.
"Please, there's no time for this!" pleaded Jana as she stared at her captor with wide eyes.
"Hush, my pretty," soothed the tanned-skinned woman as she laid a finger over Jana's mouth, then leaned down to kiss her lingeringly. Jana moaned softly as the Dark Elf forced a pink tongue into her mouth, the probe sliding around her jaw, then advancing down into her warm throat. The woman reached forward to caress and fondle the bound girl's tits, teasing the small nipples until they grew hard and pert. A Dark Elf male ascended the altar dais, climbing atop the stone block in-between the nude girl's outspread legs. He pressed his hand against Jana's pussy, rubbing her clit and labia vigorously until her cunt was moist with her juices. The girl moaned as she felt the Dark Elf fondle her slit, his fingers teasing the lips of her vagina, making it quiver with longing.
"Such a horny little girl," whispered the woman huskily before she began sucking on Jana's breasts, devouring the mounds of sweet flesh. Jana closed her eyes, her red lips slack as she panted with helpless excitement. The Dark Elf woman moved from right to left tit, coating the mounds with her saliva as she bit the girl's nipples painfully. Jana squirmed in her tight bonds as the Dark Elves devoured her breasts and ravaged her tight pussy with thigh weakening finger thrusts. Another Dark Elf male moved to Jana's head, caressing her cheeks and lips with his brown-hued fingers, then prying her mouth open as he slid his cock into her gaping orifice. Jana's eyes grew wide as the male's rod shoved down her throat, filling her mouth with throbbing meat until her jaws ached from the abuse. The Dark Elf female climbed atop the naked girl after discarding her own clothes, she straddled the writhing, young girl's stomach, rubbing her wet pussy against Jana's flat belly. Jana's pussy burned as the Dark Elf between her legs continued to slide his fingers into her glistening cunt. The Dark Elf woman leaned forward to kiss her subordinate, the two Elves sliding their tongues together as saliva escaped from their lips and dripped across the girl's gasping face.
Jana moaned while the Dark Elf fucking her mouth shoved his member deep into her throat, retracting his tool long enough to rub the glistening head across her nostrils and moist lips. The Dark Elf woman lowered her body so she could suck lewdly on her soldier's cock, her mouth sliding wetly across the throbbing shaft, lavishing lustful kisses up the length of the hard pole. The ivory-haired woman nuzzled the Dark Elf's crotch, licking his round testicles, then kissing Jana so that the girl could taste the male's flesh. The Dark Elf positioned his tool so both females could caress it with their lips, Jana licking the bottom half while the Elf woman sucked loudly on the top. Thunder growled from the east as Jana orgasmed, her naked body shivering as her pussy gushed warm honey over the fingers of the Dark Elf fucking her cunt. The Elf woman's slit coated Jana's stomach with sticky cream as she climaxed, while the Dark Elf at the bound girl's head released a stream of jism that fell like rain over Jana's slack face. The Dark Elf pushed Jana's face against his member, forcing her to lick the semen from his tool until it was clean.
"A beautiful show!" declared Vana Lasher as she entered the dark temple.
"Who dares intrude in Lolth's temple?" snarled the naked Dark Elf woman as she jumped from the altar and stared coldly at the group of strangers violating her sanctuary.
"Vana Lasher, and my associate, Alfred Mortis," introduced Vana with a short bow. "Just give me the Staff shard and I'll be on my way."
"I know what this can do," smiled the Dark Elf coldly. "I won't give it up."
"Then die, bitch!" swore Vana before she raised up both of her hands, calling down a Flame Strike that engulfed the Elf woman in eye-searing flames. The Dark Elf screamed as the fire consumed her, while her two companions drew black-bladed swords and charged the evil cleric. Vana's two mercenaries met the Dark Elves' charge as the cleric and Mortis moved towards the dead Elf woman's remains. Jana watched the unfolding battle with disgust until Phillipe appeared next to her left arm, opening her metal bonds with a soft word.
"Phillipe?" whispered Jana as she slowly turned her head to face her rescuer.
"Yes," replied the mage while he unbound her ankles, then slowly moved to her neck, hiding behind the bulk of the altar as the Dark Elves fought off the human fighters. "While you guys were having your little fuck session, I escaped my bonds and waited for Vana to show up. We have to get the Staff, time's running out."
A loud rumble punctuated the wizard's words, the ground shaking violently as thunder crashed down from the sky and the air grew hot. Reaching over Jana's heaving breasts, Muerte released her remaining restraint, then dived behind the altar as a Dark Elf impaled a mercenary with his sword. Outnumbered, the remaining soldier backed towards the exit as both Dark Elves slashed at his defenses, wearing him down until a Dark Elf leaned forward and sliced his throat open with a lightning quick lunge. The Dark Elves spun to face Vana and Mortis, running towards the duo as the cleric picked up the Staff shard from the Elf woman's discarded clothing. The necromancer waved his hand, tossing a Fireball that exploded amidst the Dark Elves, blowing their bodies apart while the shock wave shook the temple pillars, sending a cascade of stone debris down from the ceiling.
"Be careful, you moron!" spat Vana as she glared at the calm mage. "Do you want to kill us all before I heal the Staff?"
"Death will be served," replied the necromancer emotionlessly.
"Fucking nut bar," swore Vana as she carefully pressed the two jagged edges of the Staff shards together, then recited words of enchantment over the severed pieces. An earthquake shook the temple, causing more debris to fall as Vana concentrated on the shards, focusing her power on the pieces until the weapon was made whole with a bright flash of white light. Ornate runes glowed across the surface of the Staff as Vana held it up high, laughing in triumph as the power of the Staff washed over her.
"Haste is required now," reminded Mortis as cracks formed on the walls of the temple, several pillars breaking in half and falling loudly against the vibrating floor. Light poured into the temple from outside, roaring flames gushed from the ground and fell from the sky, consuming everything around them as they flowed relentlessly towards the building's entrance.
As Vana turned to retort the necromancer, the old man screamed as a Lightning Bolt impaled his chest, wisps of smoke rising from the wound as the mage fell backwards onto the floor. The cleric spun to the altar, gasping in surprise as she beheld the naked Jana and black-robed Muerte standing before her.
"The last Moonbeam, a fitting time to kill the blood sibling of the one who destroyed my dreams," snarled the raven-haired woman angrily.
"You're welcome to try, bitch," smiled Jana.
The armored cleric growled as she pointed the Magick Staff at the naked girl, the weapon burning with emerald fire as the magic built up within it. Muerte aimed his right hand at Vana, chanting quickly, invoking the powers of Darkness to aid him. Small, chittering noises emerged from the corners of the huge chamber, growing louder as a horde of mouse skeletons surged forward in a great wave and attacked Vana Lasher. The woman screamed in terror, swiping at the Undead mice as they bit her legs and tore her surcoat to shreds. Vana roared with fury as the little skeletons sliced her hands with their tiny teeth and nibbled within the small chinks in her leg and ankle armor. The cleric stumbled backwards, her mind too overwhelmed to summon her magic as she drew closer and closer to the open doors of the temple. A second wave of Undead mice charged the cleric, jumping up to smash into her chest and send her stumbling outside into the insatiable inferno.
"It's the minor spells that get you in the end," gloated Muerte as he descended the dais and retrieved the Magick Staff where it lay surrounded by an army of Undead rodents.
"You must return to the top of the altar," ordered Bhaal as he emerged from the shadows of the Temple interior.
"Now he shows up," commented Muerte as he returned to the altar, handing the softly glowing Staff to Jana.
Jana quickly climbed back onto the altar, her naked flesh sweating in sheets as the heat of the outside flames assaulted her tender flesh.
"Place the tip of the Staff against your cunt and push it inside your vagina," instructed Bhaal.
"What? You're kidding?" protested Jana with a surprised glance.
"No! Now hurry!" urged Bhaal as the walls of the temple began to grow red and melt.
Jana took a deep breath, then placed the Staff's head against the folds of her pussy, slowing sliding the shaft into her moist slit. The naked girl gasped softly as she rose into the air, the column of light bathing her nude body with pure radiance as she pushed the rod deeper into her bleeding vagina. The Staff pulsed with growing energy, the runes inscribed upon it glowing brighter as it nestled inside Jana's womb. The temple rocked under the assault from outside, tendrils of flame leaking into the chamber as they sought entrance to the building and the only remaining pocket of air on the planet.
"It's too late," muttered Bhaal as he turned to face the approaching flames. "I've failed."
A gout of fire surged forward from the temple's entrance, seizing the god of Death and shredding him into dying wisps of black vapor. Muerte recoiled from the rolling fire wave, levitating up to Jana as she floated in sexual rapture with the Staff. Phillipe wrapped his arms around the naked girl, kissing her desperately as she looked down in response to his embrace. The inferno tore into the temple, shattering walls and filling the void with all-consuming flame.
*****
"Margaret! Margaret!" shouted Jennifer as she shook her younger sister violently. "Quick! Call an ambulance!"
As her boyfriend rushed to the phone, Jennifer shook her limp sister again, searching the girl's wrist for a non-existent pulse.
"Shit! Mom and Dad are going to kill me!" swore the young woman as she tore the computer interface from Margaret's smoking scalp. Jennifer broke into anguished tears, cradling her dead sister's body as loud sirens screeched in the distance.
THE END
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