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Gamer Girl Caught in the Game

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by Cat Wilder


  It was the second time he'd awakened, and decided to knock one out. I appreciated it, mostly because I didn't want to sleep the night away. Still, I couldn't refuse him anything. I blamed my avatar. Anyway, it was incredible sex.

  "Yes! Yes!" I cried. "Just like that! Just. Like. That!"

  My hot, sweaty skin was tingling, and my insides were a hot mess. His big cock slid in and out, making me feel every long inch of him. My vagina throbbed, squeezing his cock hard. And then I felt the magic happen. My body went into that surge to climax. My breath caught, eyes wide, and then…

  "Aaaggh. Ooooh," I cried. Intense pleasure erupted deep inside, and then washed through my oversexed body. I froze, basking in the glory as he quickly finished and shot his seed inside me. "Oh baby."

  Sionn fell back on the bed, his wonderful cock coming out of me. I sighed, both out of relief and sadness. I felt empty. But lots of remedies for that filled my too fertile imagination.

  "Figures," I muttered. Sionn was already asleep. While I was easy to awaken with a cock in the pocket, the elf shaman not so much. "Probably for the best."

  Since there were no clocks in virtual reality, and my HUD lost its clock when Artimus cursed me, I had no way of knowing the time. Looking out the window only revealed darkness. No sound of singing drunks. No fights or laughter in the street. And no light in any window.

  Well, there was one light visible. Artimus' big black castle was perfectly framed when I looked up the street. At the very top there was a bright light. That had to be the wizard in his laboratory, maybe conjuring up some hideous demon.

  As I scowled at the castle, above it appeared: Castle of Doom.

  "Castle of Doom? Like that's going to scare me off," I whispered.

  I studied it. That was the largest castle I'd ever seen. It wasn't so much high as massive. There were some soaring towers off the main keep, and one of them had that very bright light.

  "I wonder if he made his castle a dungeon on purpose, or if it is a dungeon because he lives there?"

  The inn had four floors, and we were on the top floor. Not a problem for a girl with spider magic. After using the chamber pot, and cleaning up in the dark, I dressed and climbed into the window.

  Have to admit, it was a little creepy, scary for a moment. If the spell failed, I'd die and go back to my respawn site in Ankor. And it would definitely hurt quite a bit. Even worse, I could fall, break every bone in my body, and not die. Or die slowly since they didn't know how to treat an injury like that in medieval times.

  Leaning out the window, I placed my foot on the wall next to the window. It stuck. Then I tried a hand, and it stuck, too. With a big smile, I was soon easing down the wall like a human spider. The theme song for Spiderman played in my head the whole way down.

  Knowing where to find his castle, and getting there through the narrow, twisting streets were two very different things. I ran into five dead ends before I ran into a squad of centaurs.

  "Halt!"

  I did the opposite and ran. I might be an elfmaid, who could run like the wind, but no one outran centaurs. On the positive side, I was a lot smaller and thinner, and squeezed between two houses. The path was so narrow I had to shuffle sideways to the alley in back, and then I could hear the clop-clop of centaurs on both ends of that alleyway. So I jumped over a low wall into a garden.

  "Where did she go?" a deep male voice asked.

  "She's not in the crawl space," another replied. "There aren't any other crawl spaces around, so she must've broken into one of these houses."

  "Or she went down into the sewer," another said.

  Sewers? They have sewers big enough to walk in? I thought.

  That was interesting. The sewers would be connected to the castle because Artimus would want the finest conveniences of that medieval world. I bet he had running hot and cold water, too. It was his game, so he could have anything he wanted. Cheater.

  It didn't matter if the sewers connected to the castle. I didn't know where to access them, so I was still on the path to use spider magic. I just had to shake the centaurs. And that's where my spider spell came into play.

  I moved with extreme care and stealth, crossing the vegetable garden to the half-timbered house. It was a three-story structure, with two story buildings to either side. So I climbed up the back of the house, moving super slow so motion wouldn’t attract the centaurs' attention. By the time I reached the top floor, and eased around the corner to the side, I could see down into the alley. Four of the five centaurs were still down there, arguing and poking around in piles of trash.

  "I bet the missing centaur went to get help searching for me," I said. "I better get the hell out of Dodge, and fast."

  The side of the house was a lot more treacherous. The plaster they put between the beams of thick-hewn wood was crumbling in places. I almost fell twice. So I descended to the roof of the adjacent house, walked to the front, and then climbed down to the street.

  Hurrying down the street, I turned right and ran. It was the right direction to find the castle, but the street dead-ended. Who designed that damned city? Or did they just randomly throw up buildings?

  When I turned around I found my way blocked by the missing centaur. He was tall roan stallion, as big as a Clydesdale, with a long black beard and even longer hair. I didn't see any armor, but he carried a pair of curved swords, both of which were in his hands. He looked confident.

  "Hey, how cute. My Little Pony was my favorite show growing up," I said.

  That comment made him pause. As an NPC, he probably never heard of TV or movies, much less the greatest children's show ever.

  "I got a pony for your ass, bitch."

  "I'm a 'wench of easy virtue,'" I replied. "Not a 'bitch,' you stupid bastard. Get it right."

  Again, I made him pause. This time I took advantage of his confusion and charged him. He must've thought it amusing when the unarmed elfmaid attacked him. He was a massive and powerful centaur stallion after all. And then my sword and shield appeared out of nowhere, and he reared up to lash at me with his hooves.

  "Not so confident now, are you?" I sneered.

  He came after me, twin swords flashing in the moonlight. I parried, jabbed, ducked, and dodged. I didn't have a lot of experience with a shield, but it saved my life a few times in just the first minute.

  The centaur's fighting style was hard to counter. He used his front and back hooves just as much as his swords. How was I supposed to stand up against a two thousand pound monster that spun around and around, kicking, and slashing? No wonder they were the most feared warriors in the Battle for Glory game.

  "Die!" he cried, charging me.

  I feigned left, whacked him in the knee with my shield, and darted right. I tried to get past him, but he cut me off, so I ducked under him. The centaur was waiting for me to emerge on the other side, so I jumped up onto his back. Grabbing his long hair, I yanked his head back and pressed the edge of my sword to his throat.

  "I'm in control now," I said. "Drop your swords and do as I say, and you'll live."

  His swords clattered loudly on the cobbled street. "You won't get away with this, wench."

  Funny how he stopped calling me a 'bitch' while I had a blade to his throat.

  "Wanna bet?" I said. "Run. Turn toward the center of town at the next street, and away from your little friends."

  He grumbled, but started trotting up the street. Actually, it was more like a fast limp. I kept the sword to his throat, guiding him with voice commands. It didn't take long to reach the castle. I ordered him to stop as soon as I spotted it at the end of the street.

  "Stop here. This is not where I wanted to go," I said, so he wouldn't know my intentions. I looked around. "But you're just about lame, so I'll let you go before they have to put you down. But don't expect any more mercy if you come back after me."

  I slipped off his back and raced into a dark passage between two structures. There was no way for him to follow, even if he wasn't lame. I moved stealthil
y through the streets for a good fifteen minutes, and then turned back toward the castle.

  Kneeling in the night shadows, I scanned the plaza. No one in sight. No guard patrols. Nothing. The battlements, though, had lots of movement. It was easy to spot their bleached out bones in the bright moonlight. Liches. Lots and lots of liches guarded his castle at night. Those undead NPCs probably never got tired or bored.

  Sticking to the shadows, I circled the castle looking for the best place to scale the walls. I finally found it. There was a small section of wall in shadows, with few guards on the catwalks above. So I snuck up close and began climbing.

  The curtain walls were only twenty-five feet high, but it was still quite a climb for my already weary limbs. My arms especially felt the strain. Apparently, Yarus' Climb Like a Spider spell didn't give me as much spider strength as he claimed.

  "Artimus, here I come," I whispered. "With a vengeance."

  Chapter 7

  I reached the wall's crenellations and paused to listen. The clack and rattle of a lich on patrol came to me. I only heard the one, so waited until it sounded just above me. Moving up and pressing myself to one of the merlons, I peeked through the crenel to find him. Then I got his attention.

  "Psst."

  The stupid lich poked his boney head through the crenel and looked down. I grabbed his spine and yanked him out. He fell to the cobbles below, and his bones scattered upon impact. I waited a second, listening for anyone to cry out in alarm.

  Silence.

  Crawling into the crenel, I looked left and right. The catwalk in that section of wall was empty. Taller towers on each side had more liches atop them, but they weren't watching the wall. Then I checked in the inside of the castle walls. Even that early the bailey was alive with activity. To my right was a troop of centaur warriors in formation, their commander inspecting them. A pair of dwarves was hard at work in the farrier shop, while a ginormous black minotaur was shouting at a mixed company of goblins, kobolds, and pigmen to my far left. So I eased onto the catwalk and hurried over to the stone stairs down into the inner bailey.

  I knelt there and looked the keep over a long moment. The entrance into the keep was in sight. There were some liches standing guard outside the open door. More interesting was the outdoor kitchen, and the dozen beautiful young women, all scantily clad. Slave girls? I pulled up my HUD, so I could see how the game named them.

  Wench of easy virtue.

  Every single one of them, except the Harem girl, was a slutty wench like me. They were collecting buckets of water, platters of food, and some where helping to cook and prepare the food. Perfect.

  More wenches were moving about in the bailey and cleaning up. I gasped when a pair of pigmen grabbed a hot little blonde, forced her to all fours, and then both took her at the same time. No one gave them a second look. That's when I noticed everyone was swatting the wenches' nearly naked butts, pinching, and fondling the girls as they passed by.

  "Pigs."

  My eyes returned to the pigmen with the blonde. She was still on all fours, sucking one pigman while the other banged her from behind. The backside pigboy came first, pulling out to come all over her sweet round butt. Then his friend pulled out to come in her face. And that all reminded me of the three pigmen on the road that slathered me the same way.

  "Uber pigs," I grumbled. "So disrespectful."

  Still, seeing it left me panting and overheated. My pussy tingled and ached.

  "If I survive this, I wonder if there is a way to cure me of this easy virtue curse?"

  Though, I wasn't sure I really wanted to be cured. Sex was so awesome in virtual reality. Then again, just because my avatar was cured from the curse of easy virtue didn't mean I couldn't fuck like a slut. I just wanted more control over my libido.

  I shook those thoughts away. "I definitely need to get rid of this curse. I'm too easily distracted."

  For a second I flirted with the idea of using my sword and shield to fight my way across the bailey, into the keep, and up to Artimus. And cut his head off. Sounded like fun. That is what I'd do in a regular game. But virtual reality was different, and it was unlikely I'd make it halfway across the bailey. There were too many bad guys down there.

  "Cunning or stealth?"

  I watched the blonde stand up, adjust her clothes, pick up her bundle, and head for the entrance. She walked right past the liches on guard without a word, and they barely looked at her. I smiled.

  "Bingo."

  There was an ogre at the well, drawing bucket after bucket of water. Wenches came by to take the buckets into the keep. That was just what I needed. The cooks were flirting with the wenches, and molesting them, so I wanted to avoid the kitchen. The ogre didn't speak to anyone.

  Moving stealthily down the stairs, I reached the ground and struck out with a confident stride. Hopefully, no one would question me if I acted like I belonged there. So I walked straight up to the well, grabbed two wooden buckets of water, and headed for the keep's entrance.

  "Damn, these things are heavy," I grumbled.

  No one gave me a second look. I wended a path across the bailey to avoid any male characters. If one of them came within reach of a woman they always did something.

  If I get out of here, I'm going to lodge a complaint with customer service, I decided. Maybe I can get comp'ed some free game time?

  The entrance into the massive black-stone keep was on the next level up. There was a wooden staircase going up to it. Four liches, two per side, guarded the bottom of the stairs. Each carried a rusty scimitar and battered round shield. One of them had a rusty helmet. They all looked at me with their creepy red-flame eyes. I kept my cool, giving them a dismissive look, and passed between them.

  One of them slapped my butt with the flat of his scimitar.

  Thwack!

  "Hey!" I cried, spilling some of the water out of my buckets. I put the buckets down so I could rub my stinging butt cheeks. "That hurt, you bone yard rejects."

  They laughed.

  I took my buckets and continued up. The entrance was large enough to allow a troll or ogre to pass, so I felt tiny next to it. There were two halves, each thick wood the thickness of my forearms, banded with blackened steel bands. There were lots of deep scars in that wood, so Artimus had been besieged before. Seeing them made me feel better about my chances.

  The door opened into a vast chamber. It was two stories high, with stone floors and murals of battle scenes on the walls. Eight iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling on chains, with hundreds of candles burning on them. Numerous doors led to other rooms and corridors, but only two men were in the chamber.

  Well, there was a pair of goblin warriors sipping on a jug.

  They were little green men, with pointed noses and chins, wearing hardened leather armor and tattered black trousers. One goblin was armed with a spear, the other a short sword. They leered at me.

  "Drinking on guard duty? Shameful," I teased.

  Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. The spear-wielding goblin grinned lecherously, and I saw his loose trousers become tented. I'd never done a goblin before, so was taken aback. My first thought was to get the hell out of there, but then I noticed just how far out his cock was pushing that thin fabric.

  I stopped and gawked, and that got the other goblin excited. Both were on me before I knew it, their very rough, very bold hands exploring forbidden realms. I wiggled and cried out in surprise and outrage, but then one of them tickled me. My giggle sealed my fate.

  I dropped the buckets, while they kissed, groped, and sucked on my tits and ass. That outfit was the easiest one in the entire world to remove, trust me, and it didn't take long for them to figure that out.

  "I'm supposed to be working," I gasped out, insides getting hotter and mushier by the second.

  One of them was rubbing circles around my slick, wet pussy. The most incredible ripples spiraled into my belly, firing up my pussy even more. Soon I was humping his magical hand, while his cohort in crime sucked
enthusiastically on a tingling nipple.

  "I'm so fucked."

  "Yes you are, wench," the pussy rubber replied. "Eat me."

  Why not? I thought. I did the pigmen.

  He pushed down on my shoulders, and I eagerly dropped to my knees. His friend dropped behind me, and took over the pussy rubbing job. Pausing, reveling in the pleasure of it all, I sighed gustily. What a world. Then the first goblin poked his cock in my face.

  He was still wearing his trousers, so I unbuckled them. His cock slapped me in the face when I pulled his pants down around his ankles. I wrapped my left hand around his shaft, stoking him to rock hardness in nothing flat, while my right hand squeezed and fondled his hairy balls.

  "I love big, hairy balls," I whispered, pushing his cock straight up and burying my face in his nuts. I motorboated his nutsack, before starting to lick, nibble, and suck. That's when his friend grabbed my hips, and thrust deep into my throbbing, eager pussy. "Ugggh. Oh yeah."

  While he banged me slowly, savoring every stroke, I licked and kissed my way up his friend’s long, thick cock. Who knew such short creatures could have such big dicks? Not that I was complaining or anything.

  Working my way up his erection, I rolled my hot, wet tongue around his sensitive head a few times. He cried out and clutched my head. I giggled and swallowed him until he tapped the back of my throat. And then I began bobbing my head, up and down the full length of him. He tasted better than expected. My hands continued to stroke his shaft and squeeze his balls.

  "This wench is tight," my doggie-style lover gasped out.

  "Her mouth is better," his friend replied.

  I sucked harder, working my tongue, and made that goblin rise up on his toes. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, as his body tensed. And then he cried out as hot, viscous cum flooded my mouth.

  "Mmmm," I moaned, swallowing every last drop.

  I was so happy he didn't come in my face. Then his friend started thrusting into me harder, faster. His hard hands tightened on my hips. I wiggled my butt, squeezed my vagina around him, and closed my eyes to enjoy the glory of it all. The first goblin dropped to his knees to attack my tits with hands and mouth.

 

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