by Cat Wilder
Now I know how POTUS feels, I thought, and then imagined the President on all four getting it from both ends. Okay, maybe it's not the same.
Yakr tensed. His cock swelled in my mouth, so I pushed him back and managed to wrap my lips around his cock head just in time. Hot, viscous cum flooded my tongue. I swallowed it all, and the next load he happily deposited in my mouth.
As soon as Yakr pulled out and rolled off the bed, that fucker Faakr pushed me face down on the bed and really started slamming it home. I bucked and squirmed under him, clutching desperately at the bed sheets and kicking my feet.
"That's it!" I cried, feeling my hot and mushy insides building quickly to a climax. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me faster! Fuck me har... Oooooooh."
Divine bliss washed through me. All was well with the world. And then Faakr lost control and accidently pulled back too far. Before he could get it back inside me, he shot his load all across my butt cheeks. I knew it wasn't on purpose, because he cursed his ill luck.
"It's fine, baby," I purred. "You did me right, as always."
I sent them away and called for my bath boys. Yeah, four young men who knew how to scrub a girl down right. That took another hour and a half of my day, and left me clean, but huffing and puffing.
"You spend more time in the sack than King Raax," Mystique chided me in her deep, raspy voice. She shook her head, long red hair shimmering like spun silk. "Don't worry, Pieter and I have taken up the slack. We're keeping law and order in the kingdom in your name."
I looked the gorgeous mage over. She chose a black silk gown, which really made her emerald eyes and fire-red hair pop. Diamonds glittered at her ears, throat, and wrists. A golden belt encircled her tiny waist. Altogether, they comprised her idea of formal wear for a human sacrifice.
Together, Mystique and Pieter had become my right hand, left hand, my everything. I would've been usurped within the first month if not for their knowledge of the city and people, both inside and outside of the castle.
"You are so…full of it," I said. We laughed, and she began helping me dress for the official ceremony.
She laughed. "You tell yourself such pretty lies."
"I know. I love the pretty little lies I tell myself," I said. I winked. "One of them is I should pay you more for all you do for me. Am I wrong?"
"No, that is truth!"
We laughed and joked while efficient servants dressed me.
Now fabulously rich, I got to wear the finest clothes. I picked out a purple strapless gown. It hugged my every curve wonderfully. The royal hairdresser dried my hair and put it up in an elaborate style. Once they'd decorated me in a fortune in jewelry, I led the way down to the castle's bailey.
My escort waited in the inner ward. The streets of Got were too steep and treacherous for me to ride in a coach, so I had to walk to the temple. A hundred orc warriors surrounded me and Mystique, along with another fifty surrounding Raax. The ex-king stood naked, with his hands chained behind his back. The huge orc warrior-king looked magnificent in his arrogant defiance.
Since Raax was a player, but not stuck in the game like me, I had to use underhanded means to keep him in my harem and my prisoner. So we placed a diamond stud in his left ear with the same spell that enslaved Mystique to Kaan at one time. That way Raax could return to the real world every night, after I finished with him, and he would come back to me the next day after a night of the food and sleep his physical body needed to live. Pieter and Mystique took him into their home in the real world after I had usurped him, so he no longer needed to earn a living.
Death would free him from that enchantment. Therefore he had to be captured again, and the diamond stud put back in his ear. I know it sounds bad, but he's not a nice person. The look on his face said he understood that and planned to ensure he foiled my plans.
I sighed and shook my head.
"You have to do it to keep the mob commoners happy," Mystique said. "Don't worry, after we execute Raax for his crimes against the people of Gotari, we'll recapture him immediately. General Vactr is waiting at his respawn site and will clap him in chains before Raax realizes what happened."
We planned to sneak Raax back into the castle under the cover of darkness. He'd designated his respawn site just an hour outside of the city, and made the mistake of giving its location to his bodyguard at the time. Since I became Queen, those bodyguards served me.
Good for me, bad for Raax.
I would have to keep Raax hidden in my harem, since I had to keep the people happy, and they wouldn’t be happy if they knew he still lived. It had to be done. That big orc would assemble an army and overthrow me if allowed to go free. Not to mention, that big mean orc had become my absolute favorite in bed.
My subjects already lined the streets to the temple. They turned out in their brightest clothes, cheering for me as I walked solemnly through the narrow streets. Guards of a dozen races kept the crowd back. I smiled and waved, but kept an eye on the windows above.
No one would dump a chamber pot on my royal head. Once was one time too many.
I slanted a look back at Raax, just twenty feet behind me. He glowered at the crowds taunting him. I caught his eyes.
"Maybe you should've been as nice to the people as I am," I said. "Then they wouldn't demand your execution."
"They will be sorry when I am king again."
"Well, then, they'll have to wait a long time for that day," I replied. He gave me a dark, calculating look. He didn't look afraid. Raax probably thought his slavery would end with his execution. You, my love, are in for a very rude respawning.
The Temple of the Ancestors proved to be a magnificent white marble structure. It reminded me of the temple atop the Acropolis in Athens. The massive sky high, fluted columns held up a roof of red tiles. A terrace sprawled out in front of the hillside temple, with a beautiful view of the bay and ocean. Gotari occasionally sacrificed criminals to the Holy Ancestors to appease their angry spirits. Really, I only wanted to appease the angry citizens.
I led the progression to the temporary altar erected in the middle of the terrace. Raax had to be chained spread-eagle atop it, and the High Priest would cut his heart out. They rarely had human sacrifices in the game, but sometimes the common mobs had to be placated with a bloody spectacle. The prospect of appeasing the Ancestors and getting cold-blooded revenge really appealed to my bloodthirsty subjects.
"Raax, if I were you, I'd pause upon respawning and truly reconsider your plans. To return to Got will be your death," I said. My plan would only work if he didn't suspect soldiers waited at his respawn site. "You'll be free to go where you want, have adventures, and enjoy the game once again. Think about it."
He held me with fierce eyes. "Remember how I fucked Princess Zara morning, noon, and night?"
"Yes."
"That's what I'm going to do with you when I am king again."
"That's what I love about you, Raax. Arrogant to the last breath." I motioned to his handlers. I called up my Loud Speak, "Good-bye, Raax, Warlord of the Great Horde! You will serve the Ancestors of Gotari for all eternity as their obedient slave! We will not mourn your passing, but will be grateful for your eternal service."
Wild cheers rose up around us. Raax looked around, scowling. He didn't seem to be having as much fun as the rest of us. I suppose if I were about to die gruesomely, I'd have a bad attitude as well.
Four priests held manacles for his wrists and ankles, one at each corner of the altar. They waited with eager eyes for the orc guards to place the former king upon the marble altar. I watched as they freed his wrists, seized his arms, and began to manhandle the powerful warrior toward his fate.
An orc guard cursed. An arm came free. I gasped, jumping back as Raax flipped another orc over his hip, pulled the warrior's sword out, and lunged at me. I had just enough time to squeak before a yard of cold steel pierced my heart.
Warnings and alerts flashed before my eyes. My Health bar appeared, flashing red, as it dropped super fast. I wondered
what Skill level as Swordfighter he had attained to just punch through like that?
I stared incredulously up into his triumphant face. The pain didn't hit for a few seconds, and then hit me hard and intense. Sucked my breath away pain. Darkness began closing in from all directions. I heard the Key to the Castle drop and clank on the cobbles.
Crap, Raax is king again, I thought.
Raax leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I know your respawn site, Carly."
"Uh-oh."
Chapter 3
"Welcome back!" Izzy's voice said, as something cold and hard encircled my neck. Icy cold magic flowed out of the collar and numbed my head for a second. "Carly, you are my slave."
I looked up into Izzy Szin's dark purple eyes. I wanted to spit out an angry insult, but the enchanted collar's magic subverted my head before the words left my lips. My old rival in the brothel had absolute power over me, and the magic ensured I obeyed her. That damned drow bitch owned me body and soul now.
"Mistress, I am yours." I looked around at all of the grinning faces. No one looked surprised by my sudden appearance. "Were you expecting me?"
"Yes," Izzy purred. The gorgeous drow cupped my face, tilted her head, and leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips melted together, and my libido ignited. "Orcs loyal to King Raax said you would be assassinated during the sacrifice, so would return to your respawn site. So we were waiting."
A sharp, angry voice interrupted Izzy before she could taste her prize again.
"Izzy!" Taks shouted. "Why did you do that? She's my slave, not yours."
"Aww, be nice, Taks," the beautiful drow purred. She stroked my face, looking so pleased with herself. "I'm top girl. Don't I deserve my very own slave girl to tend to my every need and desire?"
Taks Daarkin stomped up to us. Big for a Kobold, the brothel owner wore flashy red silk robes and lots of rings and necklaces. Like myself, Taks was a player trapped in the game. Unfortunately for him, he'd been playing his kobold alt-character at the time of his death and entrapment in the game. Izzy Szin might be wickedly gorgeous and vivacious, but she was only a mob, a computer generated bitch of the highest order.
"No. You need to channel all of your needs and desires into fucking more paying customers," the kobold pimp said. "Don't waste it on other girls." He looked at me, and then back at her in disgust. "Now I have to remove the collar of a dangerous warrior-bitch so I can reassert control over her. If she escapes I'm going to take it out of your hide."
Their little argument gave me time to gather my wits. Those enchanted slave collars all had different versions of the obedience spell, and the one Izzy put on me left me dazed for a long moment. Of course, regaining control of myself only brought home my predicament.
Back in this damned brothel, I thought, looking around. I spotted three of my former regulars. Two of them looked eager to get reacquainted. The fact I had been their Queen would probably mean a lot more patrons would want me. Artimus, I can't kill you enough times to make up for changing my respawn site to this dump.
The prospect of another long tenure in Taks Daarkin's House of Pleasure turned my stomach sour. Since my chief rival in the brothel collared me, it wouldn't go as well for me as the last time I worked there.
Izzy regained my attention by patting me on the head like a pet dog.
"You don't have to re-collar her," Izzy said. She lifted my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes. "You want to be my slave." Her words hit me hard. Icy magic flowed, and reconfigured my head. "Don't you?"
"Yes. I want to be yours," I said. "I want to serve you, mistress."
"I know. You love me so much it hurts."
"Ooooh," I moaned, the magic making her words fact, becoming my reality. "I love you, mistress."
The drow princess moved one stiletto-heeled foot forward. I knew Izzy, so I understood exactly what she wanted from me. Rolling to all fours, I lowered my lips to the toe of her shiny black pump. I kissed it lovingly, and then smothered her foot with kisses. Only then did I begin to lick with all my heart and soul.
"Stop it, Izzy," Taks said. He sighed. "You know I could watch you dominate other women all day and night long, but we have a room full of eager customers. Put her to work. We'll fix this later."
Izzy squealed with delight, clapping her hands. "Carly. Be my good little slave girl and earn as much money as you can fucking all these handsome men. You know the whole song and dance. Get to work."
"Yes, mistress," I said, eager to please. "Anything you want."
I stood up and looked around. When Raax killed me, I lost all of my possessions: clothes, jewelry, etc. I never respawned naked, so I found myself back in my respawn outfit: purple and gold Princess Leia slave girl costume, long dark hair braided to the small of my back, and cute little ankle boots. Taks would change out the low-heeled boots for stilettos pretty quickly.
At least I still get to wear the royal purple, even if I'm a brothel slave.
One of my old regulars, Dilgar, rushed up. The short, rotund pigman owned the nearby bakery. He quickly pressed the base fee into my hand. I shrugged. Dilgar was as good as any to restart my happy hooker career.
Before I could lead him upstairs, the jangle of armed and armored warriors filled the room, along with the heavy tread of the huge orcs. My jaw dropped as I watched two dozen orcs file into the brothel, and none of them looked happy. They came there on business, not pleasure.
"Oh crap," I whispered when Raax followed them inside.
"All hail Raax! Warlord of the Great Horde! King of conquered Gotari!"
"Well, fuck, that just killed tonight's business," Taks muttered.
I just wanted to run and hide, but had paused too long. Half of the orcs already stared murderously at me, including Raax. He did not look pleased with me at all.
"Hey, baby," I said, giving him a little smile and wave. "Kingship looks good on you."
"I told you I knew your respawn site, Carly," Raax said. He started toward me, slowly and menacingly, despite there not being any weapons in his hands. Just a silver slave collar. "But I'm not going to let my favorite piece of elven ass escape. You will be mine forever."
"You are such a romantic," I replied, backing away from him. "Not!"
I tried to open my inventory, but the collar's magic suppressed it. Slave collars cut me off from the game, turning me into little more than a common mob. No HUD. I couldn't tell players from NPCs. And most importantly, it denied access to my magic.
I cut a sharp look at Izzy, who grinned and wagged her brows. My burning hate instantly turned to burning desire. God, how could anyone be so gorgeous? My eyes lingered on her glossy lips. I wondered what it would feel like to hold her shapely body close to mine.
Bitch, you messed my head up. I turned my attention back to Raax, already too close for comfort. My mind filled with memories of the many times the orc king took me. Those thoughts made me all hot and mushy inside, and my sex ached. Yet, Izzy owned my heart now. I caught her eyes. "Izzy, I'll always love you, baby. I'll think of you every time he takes me." "Aww, that so sweet," she purred, and then giggled.
Evil bitch.
Raax advanced on me, forcing me to backpedal. Everyone got out of our way. I shook my head, looking all around for something, anything I could use to save myself. The collar denied me my magic, but I could still fight with mundane weapons. If I just had a weapon.
"Can we talk?" I asked. "You don't like me. I don't like you. I can't see this relationship going anywhere."
"No relationship. I own you. I fuck you whenever, however I want," he said. "It's not a relationship. It's ownership."
"That's the part I don't exactly appreciate."
I grabbed a chair and smashed it over him. He ducked and turned, taking the strike on the shoulder. Although a good sturdy, straight back chair, it broke into pieces over him. Despite that, Raax appeared unfazed.
"What the hell are orcs made of? Steel?"
Raax lunged at me. Instead of turning aside to escape,
I surprised the orc king by charging toward him. I slipped past his hands, inside his guard, and then ducked and plowed through one of his legs. While he stumbled and fell to one knee, I raced toward the main entrance. Orc warriors rushed to block my escape, but I reached the door first.
"Aggh!" I cried when explosive magic blasted me away from the door. "Stupid collar."
Magic knocked me back to the middle of the brothel's parlor. Everything hurt, so I struggled to my hands and knees, trying to shake the cobwebs out of my head. Raax grabbed me before I recovered.
"Gotcha," he said, dropping to one knee beside me. "You will never escape me, Carly."
"I can always try."
Magic kept me from removing a slave collar, but anyone else could take it off. Raax deftly removed the collar Izzy put on me. My breath caught when the magic flowed out. Izzy caught my eyes, a quizzical look on her lovely face. Such love and adoration welled up that I knew it would take some time to shake her compulsion to love her. Dammit.
I guess she saw it in my eyes, because she beamed with pleasure. My Izzy had the most amazing smile. Seeing it made my heart sing.
Raax regained my attention when he opened the collar he brought for me. That's when I realized he wasn't holding me. So I surged to my feet, bringing my knee up into his chin. The orc grunted in pain.
That's when I remembered I had access to my spells. A big smile spread across my face.
"Yeah, you felt that!" I hit him with Percussion. That spell exploded between us, knocking both of us back ten feet. "Oh, crap, I felt that."
Four orc warriors converged on me, so I levitated up to the ceiling. Spinning around, I used Climb Like a Spider to scramble across the ceiling, heading for the door. I noticed the alert at the bottom of my vision informing me I just leveled up in Spellcasting.
Level 24. Sweet!
More orc warriors rushed to guard the door. With my escape blocked, I paused to consider my options. Fireballs? Bow rings? Which would be faster and most effective?
