Gamer Girl in the Orc King's Harem

by Cat Wilder

  I didn't care. I just needed time to check my inventory of spells and figure out the best way to escape. My HUD came up. I still had all my skills, with no loss of level on any of them. No rise, either. Since I respawned Health and Stamina and Mana were all maxed out. I was at the top of my game stat wise.

  "It was originally an alternate avatar, for when I scored with a chick and needed a super-sized dick," he said. He grinned, which isn't very attractive on a kobold's long, toothy snout. His long, floppy ears bounced around like a girl's pigtails. "But I was locked into it when the game glitched six months back, and I was killed."

  "You're trapped in the game, too?"

  "Too? Ha-ha! Even better," he said. "You'll stay with us a long time."

  Just as I thought. Taks considered me his just because I popped in.

  "Stupid dog," I growled. "You're going to wish you never messed with me."

  Laughter rippled through the room. Everyone just saw a beautiful, barely dressed elfmaid. The players could see the wench of easy virtue over my head. No one expected me to give much of a fight. Wait until they felt my magic-infused wrath.

  "Is your respawn site far?" I asked.

  Taks paused, just five feet away from me. Two other kobolds moved up behind me. I slanted a wary glance back at them, then turned my full attention on the brothel owner. He looked so damned confident. It kind of ticked me off, while giving me the warm tingles. Yep, the look on his face when I opened up with battle-magic was going to be priceless.

  I checked my weapon cache. Empty. That didn't surprise me. Everything I had inventoried was dropped by others I killed, so I dropped them when killed, too. Dropping the staff really hurt. Yeah, it was that powerful. Maybe buying bound weapons wasn't such a bad idea. Something to look into once I escaped my current situation.

  My inventory of spells was another matter. Spells didn't drop upon death. Once I learned a spell, it was mine forever. My problem, though, I didn't possess many spells. Artimus concentrated on teaching me to use magical items like my staff. Until that moment, I hadn't really dwelled on my short list of spells. I rarely used what I had. Foolish of me, since spells were forever while death stole away any magic items.

  My bracers were my most potent weapons. But I had to be careful. Since the Great Glitch cities were a lot stricter on killings. There were a lot of players trapped in the game now, so many had become a lot more careful with their lives. Seemed weird to me. We were virtually immortal, so why cower away from a fight? Still, I didn't want to be arrested and tossed in a jail cell for centuries.

  Taks rushed me. A round shield appeared on my left arm. I swung it at his head. The kobold ducked and jumped back, so I pressed my attack as the sword popped into existence in my right hand.

  "Sword!" someone shouted.

  "Fight!" another cried.

  All hell broke loose. Women screamed. Men shouted and cursed. Tables, chairs, and mugs flew in all directions. Worst, the zzziiiippp of swords being pulled filled the room. And then the two kobolds sneaking up behind me charged.

  Dropping to one knee, I swung the shield backhanded, sweeping their legs away. Since I hit them in the knees, I expected them to stay down. Boy was I wrong. Both kobolds jumped to their feet and attacked, even as Taks came charging in with a wild battle cry.

  I slashed left and right, forcing them back. Then I used the shield in an attempt to smash out the metal bars in a window. The shield bounced off the bars with a flash of magic.

  Damn, it's not going to be so easy.

  I was in the far back corner, as far from the only door outside as I could be. There had to be fifty men, and twice that number women, between me and freedom. Taks and his kobold henchmen arrayed themselves before me in a semi-circle. Three more kobolds had joined him to make it quite a cordon. And kobolds were pack fighters.

  "Haven't you figured out that I'm not worth all of this trouble?"

  Taks grinned. "I like a woman with spirit. I can charge double for you. At least until you're completely tamed and docile."

  "Tamed and docile?" I cried. I scowled at him, tightening my grip on the sword. "Are you trying to piss me off?"

  "Oh, I've not begun to piss you off," he said. "And later, I might piss on you."

  That image flashed before my mind's eye, and I saw red. No one has ever peed on me, and no one ever would. The very fact he thought of it demanded I kill him. I might even wait for him to come back from respawning, and kill him again!

  I willed the sword and shield away, grabbed a chair in each hand, and charged the kobolds. That tactic made them jump back, watching and waiting warily. I went straight at Taks, but cut left and smashed a chair over one kobold's head, before spinning and hurling the other at the brothel owner. My throw was true, and I hit Taks in the head.

  He went down, and I whooped with joy as I raced through the gap in their line. I ducked and dodged my way through the bar fight. Men were just as likely to punch me as another man. The kobolds came after me, of course, so I overturned tables and chairs in my path.

  "Halt in the name of the King!" a tall, fierce looking man in all back shouted.

  He was just inside the door and blocking it. Tough looking, well-armed and armored men filed in behind him, splitting up to form up to either side. I looked at the script above his head.

  Human. Battle-mage (Lvl 19).

  I might be a wench of easy virtue, but I was also a level 22 spellcaster. The men with him were another matter.

  Human City Watchman was above each of their heads. Since race and class were not separated by a period, that meant they were Non Player Characters. Stupid mobs. Sword fodder for players like me.

  They were no match for my battle fury.

  "I don't think so," Taks shouted behind me.

  I spun around just as he threw something. It was too late to avoid it, and his throw was true. It hit me right between the eyes, and exploded in magic.

  "Uggh!" I cried.

  I dropped to my knees as the magic surged through my body, from head to toes and back again. Black and white flashed behind my eyes as I felt intense pain surge through me. I screamed and fell to my back, thrashing as magic-amplified agony consumed me body and soul.

  Little kobold hands grabbed me as the pain slowly faded. I was yanked to me knees and Taks stepped up, a collar in hand. He snapped it around my neck, and its vile magic claimed me the second I heard it click closed. Absolute cold washed through my head.

  "Carly, I am your master," Taks said. "You must obey me in all things, without hesitation."

  I looked at him incredulously. He caught me. "Master," I said, despite trying to stay silent. "I am yours."

  "Give me the bracers," Taks commanded.

  I slipped them off and handed them over. He gave them to another, smaller kobold. I watched, my mind screaming in impotent rage, while my face remained impassive.

  "Do you have any other weapons?"

  I thought about that. My inventory was empty. Spells weren't really weapons. They were magic, knowledge.

  "No, master. The bracers were my only weapons."

  Taks lifted my chin with one finger, turning it back and forth a few times. He ordered me to stand and turn around a few times. Everyone was watching quite intently. Yeah, kind of embarrassing, yet thrilling at the same time. The whole ordeal was confusing.

  "You're pretty, for an elf," he said. "You'll earn me a lot of money."

  Oddly enough, that didn't bother me. It had to be the spell. I should be raging about being whored off like a…um…a wench of easy virtue.

  "Thank you, master."

  "Follow me," he said, and walked away.

  I followed him across the room as the patrons and staff began righting furniture and helping those men still on the floor to their feet. Staying close to Taks, I didn't voice any complaints when men pinched, poked, and groped me as I passed through.

  Taks led me through a curtained doorway, into a long, dark corridor. Tiny rooms with little more than cots lined th
e corridor. Greasy threadbare curtains were the only doors.

  "This is your room. This is where you'll sleep at night," he said. "And it is where you'll bring any paying patron. Any questions?"

  "How much do I charge them?"

  The brothel owner didn't have a simple answer. Apparently it all depended on time, sex acts, and other stuff. It sounded complicated.

  "Have you ever been with a kobold?" Taks asked.

  My breath caught. I looked down at his tented trousers. They were sticking WAY out there, too. Rumor was kobolds were all huge down there. Kobolds might be small of stature, but their cocks were ginormous. Or so I was told.

  "No," I whispered. I licked my lips and swallowed a lump in my throat. My insides were already getting hot and mushy. "Is it true?"

  "That we're well-endowed?"

  I nodded, unable to speak as my heart began to hammer. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my sex heating up. He watched my reaction with an infuriating smirk.

  "Yes. It's true," he said. "Shall we?"

  I nodded enthusiastically. Falling to my knees, I extended trembling fingers out to unfasten his trousers, and push them down around Taks' ankles.

  "Holy moly," I whispered. "It's huge!"

  Taks' cock was long and thick. My hand wouldn't wrap all the way around it. And his balls were just as big. After staring a long moment, I began stroking him to rock hardness. Then I rolled my tongue around his kind of pointed head. My master sighed.

  He palmed the back of my head, and thrust deep into my mouth. I sucked and bobbed up and down his length, while he kept trying to push deeper and deeper. Even though I hadn't had a gag reflex in the game, his cock scared me.

  A low roar of laughter reached us from the common room. Taks got impatient. I wanted to take my time and savor every inch of him, but he pulled me off his dick. I was tossed atop the cot, and the big kobold crawled up between my legs.

  "Oh yes," I gasped, guiding him to my slick folds. He pushed, pressing hard until my body opened up to him. And then he thrust into me. "Ugggh!"

  That monster cock stretched me out past the point of pain. It hurt so much. He pulled back, before thrusting in even deeper. And deeper. And deeper.

  "Yes! Yes!" I cried, bucking under him. "Yes, master. Yes!"

  He pounded into me. That monster pimp knew how to use his cock. He made me feel every long inch with every thrust. It was amazing. I clutched at him, dragging my nails across his smooth-scaled back, legs wrapped around his waist. Soon my hips were thrusting up to meet him, desperate to get him even deeper.

  It didn't take long before I felt that beloved surge to orgasm. My pussy clamped down around him as I continued to buck and writhe, and all the while begging for more, more, more. Taks laughed, and finished me off by filling my womb with creamy seed. Feeling that hot rush sealed the deal.

  My body erupted with the sweetest sensations. Orgasmic waves of pleasure flowed through me over and over, leaving me a trembling mess.

  "Looks like you enjoyed yourself, Carly."

  "Oh, yes, I did," I purred. "Do it again. Please. I'll do anything if you'll do it again."

  Taks laughed and slipped out of bed. He dressed quickly.

  "Time for you to go to work," the kobold pimp said. "Earn a lot of money, and I'll fuck you all you want tonight."

  "Challenge accepted!"

  Chapter 3

  The common room was packed. Payday was our busiest day. And in that world, the good working folks got paid weekly. You'd think I wouldn't be surprised every Friday after working in the dockside brothel for a little over two months.

  "Thanks for the good time, Porky," I said, giving the pigman a pat on the butt. He laughed. I could get away with that because he was one of my regulars. "See you next week. Don't be late."

  Gokker was six feet of big bones and hard-packed muscle. He worked at the nearest pier as a dockworker, loading and unloading cargos. He visited the brothel for a beer and chat after work most days, but could only afford my services once a week.

  "You are so bad," he said, giving my butt a nice squeeze. "I might pay for anal next week."

  "Ouch! Shut up," I cried, and we both laughed at his usual joke.

  I walked him to the door, and watched as he walked out like it was nothing. Not for me or any of the other girls working for Taks. None of us were free. Yep, I thought I was lowly as a wench of easy virtue, but in that brothel I was a slave. Chattel. You'd think I'd at least get a new outfit. Nope. Taks took away the top, and gave me stilettos to wear instead.

  Taks might be a kobold, but he was a certifiable pig.

  I looked around the room. Orcs, goblins, and kobolds made up the vast majority of the clientele. They were the lower classes in the city of Got. They were the dockworkers, street sweepers, and other menial labor workers not done by slaves. There were a few humans and elves scattered through the crowd.

  Feminine laughter pierced the crowd noise. I frowned. Izzy Szin had the best laugh. Her voice, laugh, and giggle beguiled men like it was some kind of dark magic. It was bad enough she was drop-dead gorgeous, with long silky hair to her knees and big firm tits, but she had to be a drow princess, too. And she was top girl at the brothel, as well as Taks' favorite.

  Being number two at anything stuck in my craw. I knew it was insane. Why want to be the most popular girl in a brothel? It's a sickness. I always want to be the best, most popular, the favorite. Izzy was our master's favorite by quite a lot.

  I noticed a big drow warrior sitting in the corner watching Izzy work. He looked angry, so all of the girls were avoiding him. Being an elf, I should keep my distance, too. Drow did bad things to elves. I pulled up my HUD and checked him out.

  Drow prince.

  I looked at Izzy Szin.

  Drow princess.

  He probably knew her from before she was a slave whore in a dockside brothel. Izzy would be utterly humiliated by being discovered there by one of her former peers. And if he paid for her services… I couldn't image how devastating that would be to her.

  I went over to Izzy. She scowled at me. Yeah, we weren't besties. Izzy was the bitch that helped Taks capture me by giving him manacles.

  The drow princess looked even more gorgeous up close and personal. Her clothes hugged her curves perfectly, while gemstones glittered all over her body in a dozen shades of blue. She even took my breath away. I'd seen her naked, once. I was jealous for a week. Okay, I might still be a little jealous.

  "The blue isn't working for you," I said. Izzy only wore shades of blue, and mostly dark blue. Hey, she was a gray-skinned drow. The blue looked amazing on her. "You should start wearing all yellow."

  "I look terrible in yellow."

  "I know," I said, and grinned. Then I pointed at the drow prince in the corner. "I think he wants you. And he's a prince. Do you know each other?"

  She didn't bother looking. "That is Tar Rvin. He is my cousin, and the bastard that kidnapped me." Her eyes narrowed. "He is the man that sold me to Taks. Tar likes to visit and gloat as he watches me sell my body."

  "Damn, you drow are mean," I said.

  "You should think about that next time you feel the need to taunt me," Izzy said.

  The thought was scary, but I wasn't a take it safe kind of girl. Danger was my favorite spice. So I leaned in, pressing my face in so close our lips brushed when I spoke. Izzy didn't give an inch.

  "Bring it, sweetie," I purred. "I'm not like the other girls. I was a warrior-mage before a wizard sent me here. So if you want a fight, I'm the girl to give it to you."

  And then I kissed her.

  "Eww, get away from me, you perv," Izzy cried, shoving me back a step. She kicked her chair away and moved into a fighting stance. I knew enough about the drow to know even their delicate little princesses were trained to fight. "I will murder you five times."

  Her cathouse suitors formed a circle around us. From the looks on their faces, I didn't think I would be allowed to leave until Izzy gave permission. Fine by me. Then
one of them gave her a curved fighting knife.

  The idea of letting her kill me, just to see the look on her face when I respawned seconds later, flashed through my head. Killing her wasn't an option, since she would cease to exist. So I shook my head woefully as I slipped into a defensive stance.

  "I knew the drow had no honor," I said, pointedly looking at Izzy's knife. "But it does my heart good to see you display that fact so publically."

  That was the first time I ever saw a drow blush. Her eyes flashed fury, before Izzy threw the knife to the floor between my feet. Then she got another knife from another man.

  "Pick it up," Izzy snarled. "We'll settle this once and for all."

  "Only if you die," I said after pulling the knife out of the floorboard. "I'm a Renner."

  Izzy blinked at me a moment, turmoil obvious behind her eyes. She understood she couldn't truly kill me, while I could kill her. Yet, she'd kind of committed herself to a fight to the death. Drow didn't back down from a fight. Ever.

  "Cease and desist," a tall, handsome wizard commanded as he forced himself through the men encircling us.

  Human wizard.

  The wizard was average height and weight. He was human, with long brown hair and beard. His blue robes were of the highest quality. He wore the Royal Badge, showing everyone he had pledged fealty to King Raax of Gotari. Yeah, he was a big deal, and he was one of my regulars.

  "Hi, Lord Viktor," I said, giving him a come-hither look.

  "What is going on here?"

  "We were just discussing fashion," I replied. Indicating the knife in my hand, "We were about to do some altercation... I mean, alterations."

  "It's against the law for slaves to fight," Viktor said, not sounding the least bit amused.

  "Oh," I said, dropping my blade. Izzy dropped hers as well. "So, are you going to take me back to my room, and punish me? I think I deserve a spanking."

  Lust spread across Viktor's face for a second. He liked to play rough, but so did I. Most of our sessions started or ended with a nice open-hand spanking. On the other hand, he frequently chose Izzy for playtime.