by Garth Ono
"Wow. That's amazing, but scary," I said. She gave me a curious look. "Think about it. Something that valuable will attract dangerous men. Men with swords willing to kill even girls to get their hands on it. And I only noticed one guard when I was delivered tonight."
Everyone within hearing looked worried. Corinne worried her lip, staring off into space.
I continued. "I hope Master Titus keeps it in a safe place, preferable at another location."
"No, it's here," Corinne whispered, and looked up. "He keeps it inside a chest in his bedchamber."
A thrill slithered up my spine. I knew where to find the Heart of Aphrodite. Even better, I out manipulated Corinne. I'd killed her ardor and saved my hetero self-identity in the process. Now all I had to do was get my ass upstairs to Master Titus' bedchamber and steal the Heart of Aphrodite, without getting my sweet butt killed. No problemo.
Chapter 7
After killing Corinne's lusty heart, I took my tray and moved around the parlor. There were two other doors, both closed and guarded by heavily armed men. I learned one led to the concubines' bedchambers. The other to the rest of the house. So I was in the actual harem.
Why is there a harem? This is not an Arabian Adventure. I looked around. Nothing but gorgeous, scantily clad beauties. Why not? It's a fantasy.
Not my fantasy, but more guys played games than girls. Master Titus might be a player living out his personal fantasy. I could imagine a lot of guys I knew going crazy for just such a session. Four hours knee deep in beautiful women eager to please your every desire.
All of that made me wonder if Total Immersion had an Arabian Adventure game for the ladies. That would be kind of cool. Maybe I could play a princess. Warrior princess, of course. I wasn't into the whole damsel in distress fantasy. I couldn't see the appeal of sitting around waiting to be rescued, and the way my current game was running, I'd probably get ravished a few times by all of the wrong characters.
Nope. Not for me.
The concubines came and went through the door to their personal rooms. A few of the slaves did as well, and the guards didn't give them a second look. Indeed, the guards appeared remarkably unaffected by all those beautiful women, some of which flirted with them. No one passed through the door into the rest of the house. So I wondered if I could use the servants' passage to access that part of the house.
Then Jasmine returned. She'd changed into a very sheer yellow version of our slave girl outfit, but with lots of gold and diamond jewelry. She took my breath away, and looked so cool and regal as she slowly passed through the parlor and entered the door I thought was forbidden.
The guards didn't even glance at her.
I spent a few minutes covertly studying that door and the guards. I moved around the room, offering my treats to the concubines. Once it was empty, I quickly returned to the kitchen and grabbed another tray of food.
Returning to the parlor, I sucked in a deep breath and headed straight for that door. I felt a little light-headed, but otherwise calm as I approached. One of the guards cut his eyes toward me, checked out my jostling tits, and then looked at the tray. I smiled at him, and reached for the brass doorknob. He cleared his throat. I froze.
"Yes?"
He ignored me. Okay, that was irritating. Even in real life men didn't entirely ignore me. If nothing else, they all looked at my tits. Plus, in virtual reality my body was ten times hotter, and I was barely dressed. Every step threatened to bounce my boobs out of that barely there top. How the hell was he ignoring me?
Instead of venting my spleen, I opened the door and passed through. I paused behind the closed door for a few seconds, expecting the guards to come after me. Nothing. So the rest of the house was not off-limits? Or were slaves allowed to go anywhere? So many questions, so little time.
Feeling better about my chances, I studied the sumptuous décor as I moved through the house. I found the library, paneled in dark wood. There was another parlor, but not as garishly decorated as the harem. I even found the stairs down to the ground level, and that was when I realized the harem was in the back of the house. Why did I think it was up front?
"It's a topsy-turvy world," I muttered, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to the top floor. I could hear men moving around up there. Master Titus? Or more guards? "Probably attack dogs. Or Cerberus."
It would be just like a game to throw a three-headed hellhound at me. If I wasn't unarmed, I might even be eager for the fight. There wasn't anything to do but do it. What was the worst thing that could happen? I get killed and my session end?
I started up that grand staircase. It was much easier than the servants' stairs. It still seemed a little steep, but the treads were plenty deep enough. Since the treads were wood, my stilettos clacked loudly during my ascent. The men above fell silent, though I still heard some odd clacking sound.
"Well, rattle my bones," I said as I topped the stairs and laid eyes on them. "Why liches? I hate liches."
Living skeletons were the creepiest. I will never understand their appeal in fantasy, horror, and the gaming world. Worse, I counted ten of the boney bastards. All of them looked like dead pirates, with tricorn hats and head scarves on most of them. A few were all dressed up like officers or something, in brocade waistcoats, trousers, and boots, while most were shirtless and only wore trousers that end in tatters below the knee.
Every single one of them pointed rusty, notched cutlasses at me.
"It's just a wee lass," one of them said. "She looks moist and delicious."
"Moist? I hate the word," I said, narrowing my eyes at them. "I'm going to break all of your bones."
I scanned the area. There wasn't as much room as I'd like, but it was clear of furnishings. Liches probably didn't need to sit or rest in any way. I noticed more weapons along the walls: spears, maces, various kinds of shields, different kinds of swords. I assumed those weapons and bits of armor were battle trophies from men they fought defending their master.
I carefully placed my tray on the floor before advancing on them. The middle of their line backed away from me, while the ends moved in to flank me. I knew it was a trap. They had me right where I wanted to be.
I grinned at the pirate lich in the middle, who was the most elaborately dressed. He was a head taller than the others, with a lot more reach.
"Shall we have a go at each other, Capt'n Long Bones?"
Liches charged me from left and right. They were a pair of shirtless, head-scarfed sailors. I dropped low and swept away the boney legs of one, before sending a fierce roundhouse in the chest of the other. The later lich shattered into a hundred pieces.
I snatched his cutlass out of the air, spun and launched myself at their line. Liches came out to meet me in mortal combat. That cutlass went through them like a knife through hot butter. I was starting to laugh from the joy of combat, when the captain stepped forward and put his boot square in my face.
That hurt all the way into my bones.
The force of the blow knocked me out of my shoes, and sent me flying all the way back to the stairs. I lost my cutlass, too. But I managed to roll to all fours, facing them as they slowly advanced. I shook the cobwebs out of my head, face aching and tears rolling.
Fight or flight time. For half a second, I seriously thought of running. Then I noticed I'd already taken out four, leaving just six.
"A question, Capt'n Long Bones," I called. The liches stopped, but continued to menace me with hostile gestures. Their inglorious leader stepped forward and cocked his head. "Another slave passed through a short time ahead of me. How did you know I wasn't a real slave?"
"Aye, a good question, lass," he said, nodding. "Because all new slaves have to be added to the spell that binds us by Master Titus' witch. Since we don't be knowing you, we be required to kill you."
"That's the worst bad English I've ever heard," I said, and launched myself at him.
I charged the captain, but cut left just as he began to swing his cutlass at my head. He missed, while
I smashed into their line. The liches weren't fast enough, and I squeezed between two of them, knocking them aside in the process. The other four were fast on my heels.
I grabbed the easiest weapon along the wall to grab. A rather thick six foot long spear with a bronze spearhead. It was a lot more substantial than the others, which allowed me to stop and spin. I swung that heavy spear with all my strength and smashed it into the closest lich.
He shattered into a hundred bones
"A-ha! I'm swabbing the decks with your moldy bones!"
I thrust the spear through another pirate lich's dried up skull, shattering it. He dropped like a rock. The remaining four backed me up to the top of the stairs. But I was determined they wouldn't force me back down.
Using the spear, I pole vaulted over them. That move left them discombobulated for a second. The first two that recovered came running at me. I charged them, and dropped low as I spun and swung the spear. I shattered their legs, but they started dragging themselves toward me.
"You morons are way too dedicated," I muttered.
Avoiding them, I advanced on the last two pirate liches. Both were well dressed officers, and one of them was the captain. I wagged my brows, and he growled while gnashing his teeth. Let me tell you, creepy as hell.
The two liches dropped into fighting stances, each with a cutlass in one hand and a dagger in the other. I jabbed at them with the spear, but they easily parried. They seemed a little more competent than was comfortable. And I was wasting what little time I had left in that session.
I looked past them, and down the stairs. "It's about time I showed you, you lazy bastard."
The liches both turned and looked down the stairs. I barked a laugh as I charged them, spear held before me horizontally. I plowed into them before they realized it was a ploy. The liches were knocked over the edge and sent tumbling down the stairs. They came apart as they went, leaving bones scattered from top to bottom.
I tossed the spear down after them, slanted a look over my shoulders at the two crawlers, and then headed over to the wall. Picking a mace, I smashed in the skulls of the last two liches. And then I straightened my clothes, put on my heels, did the best I could with my tousled hair, and picked up the tray and a cutlass.
"Time to meet Master Titus himself," I whispered, turning toward the hallway. "Time to win the Heart of Aphrodite."
Chapter 8
I slowly moved down the sumptuous hallway. Mostly, I needed time to get my wind and cool down after that fight. I expected to find Master Titus in a compromising position with Jasmine. The thought of literally catching him with his pants down made me smile.
"I'm such a bad VR girl," I muttered.
The hallway was wide, with doors on both sides. The door at the very end held my attention, since it was the only one with light coming out around the edges. As I neared, I started hearing tiny sounds, little grunts and gasps with a lot of creaking bed noises. The kind of sounds a man and woman might make during sex.
Once I reached the door, I had to decide how I was going to play it. Go in as the obedient slave girl with refreshments? Or charge in with the cutlass and leave them both a bloody ruin? Decisions, decisions, but neither seemed satisfactory.
I liked Jasmine.
With a sigh, and a feeling of foreboding, I leaned the cutlass against the wall next to the door. It shouldn't be too hard to retrieve if needed. A plan began forming. Go inside, offer the tray of cold fruit treats as I approach the bed. While they were distracted by my goodies, I could pick something up and bash them on the head. That way they wouldn't be hurt too much.
"Here goes nothing."
I knocked softly before opening the door. I left it wide open, expecting I'd need to make a fast retreat. Also, I hoped by leaving the door open Titus wouldn't try to seduce me. This was a snatch and run mission.
"Who are you?" Master Titus demanded.
I knew it was the man himself, because I could see his name above his head. Only he was not the roly-poly merchant stereotype I expected. He was tall, muscular, and roguishly handsome. Jasmine lay sprawled beneath him, head at the foot of the bed, and legs spread wide and pointing to the heavens. I caught him in mid-thrust.
"I am Ari, master. This is my first day as your…"
My eyes were pulled up to the headboard behind them. A large ruby pulsed, bathing the bed in red light. The instant my eyes locked on it, my mind went blank. My body changed. Butterflies erupted in my belly, as my sex began to tingle.
"Uh-oh."
I knew I was caught. There was no resisting that enchanted ruby. I felt like a fool. I should've realized anything called the Heart of Aphrodite would be a super-powered aphrodisiac. My free hand came up to squeeze a boob, before dropping to slip under my skirt. Biting my lip, watching Titus thrust into Jasmine, I touched myself. Delicate fingertips rubbed and stroked my slippery wet folds, sending ripples of the most amazing sensations deep into my body. Soon the butterflies melted into a hot, mushy belly.
The tray fell from my trembling hand, freeing it to fondle my tits. A moment later my legs gave and I fell to my knees, rubbing and fondling with greater and greater urgency. My eyes locked on my master's cock, sliding in and out of Jasmine. It looked so long, so thick, so tasty. I imagined it thrusting into me, over and over and over, until my body exploded.
"Aaaiieee!" I cried out. Odd, because in real life I did not scream during orgasm. Quite the opposite, in fact. In my defense, that was the most powerful climax of my life. Better than even Shak gave me. "Ooooooh. Yes. Yes."
Titus gasped, stiffened and bowed his back as he came deep inside Jasmine. Then he pulled out, slipped off the bed, and then sat on the corner. His cock was still rock hard.
"Suck it, Ari."
His command reverberated through my body and soul. I almost came again. There wasn't anything on earth I wanted more than to suck that cock, to make him happy. So I crawled over to him, trying to be all sexy and sensual. I pushed his knees wide, pressed in close, and wrapped a hand around his erection.
"Like this, master?"
Holding his gaze, I rolled my tongue around his cock head, making him gasp and tense up. His member tasted like Jasmine and cum. Gave me such a thrill that I went down on him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. And there was more shaft to go.
Even in my magically-induced bliss, it occurred to me that I might truly be Titus' slave now. All I cared about was achieving climax again and again, while making my lover happy. It felt so amazing when he buried his fingers deep in my hair. I knew I'd do anything and everything he asked. And then Jasmine pressed her hot, sweaty body to my back, while reaching around to pull my top down below my tits. Then she started playing with my nipples and kissing my shoulders.
To my surprise and shock, VR me didn't have a gag reflex. In real life, just thinking about taking a cock in that deep would gag me. Yet, I bobbed my head up and down his full length every time, until he tapped the back of my throat. Quite thrilling, actually. But I also knew what he wanted, so after a moment I sucked in a deep breath.
"Yes," Titus cried when I adjusted just enough and let him slide down into my throat.
"You're the best, Ari," Jasmine whispered in my ear, her tickling hot breath sending a thrill rippling through me. "Suck it like a slave girl, baby."
I wanted to, but Titus lost it the second time I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock. Hot, viscous cum flooded my throat. I couldn't actually swallow while deep-throating him like that, but it all went down anyway. Jasmine giggled, while I moaned.
"That was great," Titus said. He moved backwards, and sprawled out atop the bed. "Come up here, one on each side."
I stood up, and Jasmine held me in place a second. We stared into each other's eyes for a sizzling second. The gorgeous Asian then slowly removed my top, pausing to kiss both of my now erect nipples. Then she unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. The lust and eagerness in her eyes finally brought me to my senses.
"I'm
straight," I whispered.
She smiled, pressed her finger tips to my sensitive clit, and rubbed. "Do you feel straight right now?"
"N-Not exactly," I gasped out.
"Yes! You're the best, Jasmine," Titus said. "Come up here and put on a sex show for me."
Jasmine kissed me, before she led me by the hand to Titus' side. Kneeling beside his hip, I watched her go around to the other side. She crawled up and faced me across our master. My eyes dropped to her lips, hungry for another of her sensual kisses. I kissed a girl and I liked it filled my head for a moment.
When her full, red lips parted, so did mine. Her head tilted, and I mirrored her. And then we both leaned toward each other, above our owner and master. I placed my hands on his hot flesh to brace myself, eyes locked on her lips the entire time. Just before our lips met, my eyes flickered up to hers.
Our gaze was mind numbing, and sent a thrill running down my spine.
"Mmm," I moaned when our lips melted together.
Jasmine opened my mouth with hers, thrusting in her tongue. Our tongues wrestled and explored as our kiss deepened and passion exploded within. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the pulsing red light of the Heart of Aphrodite. I understood it had sank its erotic claws into me, but I didn't care. It was glorious.
I felt Jasmine's delicate hands on my body. It took a second to understand she was pushing and pulling. So I let her guide me, willing to be her love slave, too. Actually, eager to please her. Before I knew it, I found myself straddling Master Titus.
Jasmine released my lips, and shifted around behind me again. I looked down when her hands grabbed me around the waist, and pushed down. Titus' erection was directly underneath my pussy, and I found myself being slowly impaled upon it.
"Ooooh, yes," I whispered breathlessly.
Jasmine pressed her lips to my ear. "You're welcome."
The Asian beauty moved away as soon as I began thrusting my hips, slowly forcing myself down his long, thick shaft. The feeling of being stretched wide, of being filled up, proved too enticing to stop. Leaning forward, hands on his chest, I kissed my master passionately.