Gamer Girl in the Orc King's Harem Page 9

  My harem mates all had a look to them, besides being elfmaids of extraordinary beauty. They all wore even skimpier variations of my Princess Leia outfit, sky-high stilettos with straps up to their knees, and tons of sparkling jewelry all over their bodies. Waist-length hair seemed to be the norm, which I could comply with easily.

  "Hi, I'm Carly. What are your names?"

  The elfmaids introduced themselves. Tanin was the leader with the attitude and ruby dagger. Fiona was the platinum blonde, hair down to her knees. She wore white silk held together with silver, and silver and diamond jewelry. Shea had that shade of bright orange red hair I loved so much. Her harem girl outfit was the same bright blue as her eyes, and her jewelry was all silver and sapphires. Niamh was a very short girl with golden blonde hair, in all pink, silver, and diamonds. While Brea was the tallest and had very light brown hair, wearing yellow and lots of gold, with only a few diamonds. In fact, Brea was the only brunette harem girl I'd seen so far, but she was probably the most gorgeous of us all.

  "Are you really a renny?" Shea asked.

  "Born and bred," I said. "I'm a renner until I'm dead. And then I'm reincarnated fully grown again."

  Brea looked at me like I was a goddess of something. Tanin scowled. The others just looked curious.

  Calling it "reincarnation" instead of "respawning" was weird, but the NPCs on this side of the world thought of it as reincarnation. I must confess, respawning did have more of a demonic sound to it that I kind of liked. I'm a spawn of evil. Well, sometimes.

  "We're wasting time," Tanin said.

  I was taken out into the courtyard. It was a beautiful place, with flowering trees and flower beds, and honeysuckle vines sheathed all walls. There were stone benches scattered around, and even small patches of neatly trimmed grass. The bathing spot was a paved area in one corner next to a small fountain. I was forced to kneel while the other elfmaids stripped out of their clothes, but not their jewelry, and then encircled me.

  Brea pulled my hair free of the ponytail, while Fiona and Shea filled wooden buckets with water. They dumped both buckets over my head, drenching me to the bone with icy cold water. I'm not a cold water kind of girl. Once I was nice and wet, Niamh and Tanin began scrubbing me down with big soft sponges. They used a liquid soap, lathering me up from head to toe, before more water was dumped on me. Brea used the same soap and washed my hair. They worked quickly, and didn't neglect one square inch of my body.

  "Hey, I'm not that kind of girl," I cried when Tanin's sponge went between my legs.

  "Liar," Tanin said. "If that were true, I wouldn't have to scrub you down there. Now shut up and spread your legs a little more."

  They all giggled. Not what I meant, but then she started on my butt crack, so I became silent and hyper-aware exactly where everyone's hands were located. None of them took advantage of me, or showed any signs they cared one way or the other about touching another woman intimately.

  "Do you bathe everyone like this, or am I special?"

  "Everyone gets the same bath every morning," Tanin said. "We all help bathe each other, as well as get bathed."

  Once they deemed me clean enough for the king's personal pleasure, I was dried off with the softest towels I'd ever felt. It was sensual delight. The toweling down was worth the very inappropriate bathing technique.

  I was ushered inside and sat upon a stool. While Brea continued to dry my hair, the other four started work applying cosmetics. They painted me up nice and bright, and Brea brushed out my hair. They pulled my hair back in a ponytail, which I was fine with. Not that I had a choice.

  Next they picked out my clothes for me. I got a tiny little thing to hang on my hip. They called it a skirt, but it was little more that a string in front and back. Okay, it was wider than that, but the translucent silk wasn't wide enough in front to actually hide anything, and barely a handbreadth wide in back. The two pieces of lavender silk were held together low on my hips by a thin silver chain. Tanin said I had to go topless, though the tops Tanin, Brea, and Shea wore were so skimpy I wasn't missing out much. Niamh and Fiona were also topless. Finally, they accessorized me with silver earrings, necklaces, bangles, and other silver chains draped around my body, before tying a pair of silver stilettos on my feet.

  "Wow, these heels are pretty high," I complained. They had to be five and a half inches, which crossed over to fetishwear in my opinion. Of the others, only Tanin and Shea wore heels as high as mine, with the others down by at least an inch. "Do I have to earn lower heels?"

  "Yes," Tanin said. "And I'm the one who decides, so you better be nice to me."

  "Does the king even care about shoes?"

  "Not really," Tanin said. She smiled at me. "But I care. A lot."

  "And she's First Girl," Brea said. "So her word is law in the harem."

  "Is there a pecking order?" They nodded. "How is it decided? Knife fights?"

  "I decide," Tanin said. "You're ready. Time to take our places with the king."

  We were escorted back to the throne room by orc warriors. Tanin presented me to King Raax, who only nodded and dismissed us with a wave. Tanin took my hand and led me to my place on the dais, directly behind the throne. She probably thought that was the worst spot since I was mostly hidden, but I disagreed.

  King Raax spent all day long on that throne. He listened to his subjects pleas for help, decided a few disputes, and even personally beheaded three humans and a dwarf accused of making the king the butt of their jokes in public.

  Political jokes are a capital offense? Wow.

  I learned that King Raax only trusted his orc warriors in the castle, but used mercenaries from other races in fighting uprisings and foreign enemies. None of the orcs were spellcasters, so he had to depend on a trio of human wizards. I assumed all three were players, since he demanded their presence as soon as they returned from the "otherworld." The first of those to arrive in court was the Royal Wizard, Quintus. The wizard looked old, with long white hair and beard. He wore gray robes and a matching pointed wizard's hat. His gnarly hands clutched a long, sleek, and shiny black staff. The head of the staff was a striking cobra's head, with ruby eyes that glowed brightly.

  He bowed and took his place to the king's right, after giving me a curious look. Brea leaned in close and whispered to me, saying he was the one that makes the collars we wear. Suddenly, he was a lot more interesting. I wondered if the king would ever consider giving me to him to be his apprentice.

  Closer to evening, a wizard named Pieter arrived and gave me the most curious look, and then he bowed to the king and never looked at me again. He was the king's chief healer. I figured that one out on my own, before they discussed what he would need before their next campaign. Pieter carried a staff of two serpents intertwined, just like that symbol designating doctors. The healer left after a short time, never coming up on the dais.

  It was just before King Raax called an end to Court when Uthor, the king's battle-mage, arrived. He was also human, but looked quite scary. Uthor was tall, black-haired, with a goatee and fierce black eyes. He even wore all black clothes and armor. Before I knew he was a battle-mage, my mind named him the Black Knight. The battle-mage carried a spiked mace instead of a staff.

  Uthor took his place to the left of the king.

  "All three of the wizards are renners?" I asked Brea in a whisper.

  She nodded, and whispered, "So is the king."

  Moments later, King Raax stood up and strode off the dais and out of the throne room. Just like that. Not a word why. I stared after him until I noticed no one else was bothered. Tanin moved first.

  "Attend me," she said imperiously. Tanin detached the redheaded human's golden leash from the throne, and gave it a tug. "Come on, Princess."

  The beautiful elfmaid led us through a small door behind the throne. We entered a filthy, extremely confining passage. Shea, who was behind me, spoke when I hesitated to look around.

  "Servants passage," she said. "We're heading down to the kitchen. T
he king's harem serves the High Table every night."

  Great. I went from sexy arm-candy to base serving staff. So much for the pampered life of a harem girl. They expected me to actually work. In five and a half in heels.

  I am so fucking escaping, I thought, scowling at my surroundings. First thing, though, is learn all I can about these servants passages.

  Chapter 12

  I stopped at the open door. There were no sounds coming from the room, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone lying in ambush. The orcs were pretty bad about grabbing any stray girls for a quick tryst, but not as bad as the goblins, pigmen, and humans working in the castle.

  King Raax was generous to a fault. He shared everything with his loyal followers. That included my body. I was allowed to run and escape if I could, but if caught I had to give them all I had. The stilettos all of the harem girls wore ensured we never escaped.

  I bit my lip and hazarded a peek inside. The castle chamber was one of the more elaborately decorated ante rooms. There was a red velvet couch, a few matching chairs, and a small sideboard with assorted alcoholic beverages in crystal decanters. My mouth watered.

  The things I have to endure to get a shot of whiskey.

  I'd already had one setback in my quest for alcohol. An orc warrior caught me about thirty minutes earlier, and banged me for a good half hour right there in the middle of a corridor. Countless courtiers walked by while he took his pleasure of my body, and we got quite loud. Okay, I got loud. Didn't matter. Hardly anyone gave us a second look. My belly was still quivering from the aftershocks of my orgasms.

  The sounds of an approaching man-at-arms filled the dark corridor. I hesitated. Was it a guard patrol? Since most of the orcs went around fully armed and armored, it could be anyone. I slipped inside the anteroom, but didn't have time to close the door. So I hid behind the open door.

  The jangling and heavy footsteps grew closer and closer, and soon I could hear a woman walking with him. High heels on marble are very loud. The man and woman were whispering. It sounded like they were looking for a place to do wild things to each other, so of course they entered the anteroom.

  My heart sank, while I tensed up to be discovered. Knowing the men of that castle, I would have to join them in a ménage à trois. Wouldn't be the first time.

  To my surprise, they didn't close the door. I chanced a peek around the heavy oak door. An orc general was with a gorgeous human woman in a sexy outfit. She was tall, redheaded, and busty, wearing multiple shades of purple. Well, not for long. She snapped her fingers and the outfit vanished, leaving her in nothing but a pair of purple stilettos and lots of jewelry.

  Ah, it's Mystique and General Kaan.

  Kaan was Raax's top general. Mystique was a human mage, though technically the Healer Pieter's apprentice. Kaan and Pieter were both favorites of the king, and fierce rivals. So it was quite the scandal when the king gave Kaan the wizard's apprentice. From what I heard, Kaan banged her a dozen times a day just to spite the healer. Yeah, word was Pieter and Mystique enjoyed a passionate relationship prior to Kaan taking her.

  Court intrigue was a spectator sport for everyone, and I had become caught up in it a little during my two weeks there. Of course, I was looking for something, anything, I could use to get free and away.

  "I am yours, milord," Mystique purred in her deep, husky voice that made all of the men crazy. I watched her kneel before the seven foot tall orc general, deftly free his erection, and go down on him with some gusto. "Mmmmm. You are a mouthful, milord."

  He tangled his fingers deep in her long red hair, arched his back, and let his head loll back. She had her back to me, bobbing her head up and down his length fast and furious. His eyes were closed in abject pleasure. It was my best chance of escaping.

  "Oooooh," Kaan groaned.

  I froze, halfway out from behind the door. I watched him a long second. Mystique moaned and groaned as she attacked his cock with passion. I'd been snatched up five times by the general in the short time I'd been there, twice involved a threesome with the redheaded mage. She spent more time on me than him during those trysts, and she was amazing. Still, she fought me for BJ time. That player loves giving oral more than anyone I've met.

  I almost hoped they caught and dragged me into another threesome.

  After a last longing look at the decanters of strong drinks, I slipped out of the anteroom and scooted along the wall until I felt it safe to walk normally. I passed by a pigman doing Tanin "piggy-style," and silently laughed at the look on her face. She was one of the few that were mostly left unmolested, since she was the king's First Girl.

  Rounding the next corner, I plowed into a man. His arms wrapped around me before I could duck and escape. All I knew was he was human, and probably a wizard of some kind due to his distinctive robes and staff. Then I noticed the intertwined serpent staff.

  "Pieter," I blurted out. "I mean, Master Wizard Pieter."

  "Hello, Carly," he said, grinning with a scary delight. "I've wanted to hook up with you for a while now. Lucky me."

  "Jeeze," I whispered, rolling my eyes. When do these people actually work at their job ruling this kingdom? But aloud, I said, "I am honored, master, but…"

  "No arguments," he said, pressing a finger over my lips.

  He took me by the hand and led me to a dark corner. There was a pile of pillows that reeked of stale sex. I managed to spread a smile across my face. One didn't piss off the number three wizard in the kingdom.

  "Yes, of course, master, how I may I serve you?"

  That was harem girl for "which hole are you going to stick it in?" I pulled my top off, which I regretted. I'd only been allowed a top for the past three days. The little bit of silk skirt came off next, and I tossed them both to the side.

  "You fell right into life here, haven't you?" he said, giving me an odd look.

  "I'm sorry, master, am I being presumptuous?" I asked, turning to fetch my clothes. He stopped me. "Is there something else you wish of me?"

  "Yes," Pieter said. His lusty eyes raked my body a few times, lingering on my plump breasts. Is it my fault my nips were rock hard, tingling, and threatening to poke an eye out? Then he slanted an annoyed glance back up the corridor. "You didn't happen to see the mage Mystique?"

  I had no reason to save his feelings, so answered truthfully. "Yes. She's on her knees quite enthusiastically giving General Kaan a blowjob. Why do you ask?"

  He scowled and gave me a dirty look. "She's my girlfriend in real life. Happy?"

  I wasn't expecting that. My face heated up. The game might separate them, and more often than not an opportunity to do something naughty came up. It was one of the reasons people loved that virtual reality MMORPG so much. Guilt-free, no strings attached sex galore. The exception was couples playing together. I wondered how many marriages and relationships had broken up because of that game.

  "Oh, sorry," I whispered.

  Pieter glowered and cursed softly. Then he leveled narrowed eyes on me.

  "Mystique and I are part of a group that plays. Raax is our leader, and General Kaan is one of the players. Kaan and I don't like each other in the game, or in real life." He paced back and forth a moment. "Raax got pissed at me and my sexy apprentice, Mystique, so gave her to his favorite general just to piss us off." He sighed. "I think he and Kaan were trying to make us leave the group so their share of the loot would be greater. Instead, my girlfriend and I created alt characters."

  Pieter winked out, gone. A second later Angus appeared in the same spot and stance. "We became Angus and Mardax."

  I gawked. Mind blown. "You created alternate characters to rob King Raax?"

  "Yes. We're going to leave, but we want to put some major hurt on them first." He grinned, wagged his brows, and vanished again. A second later Pieter reappeared. "That's how we had such detailed maps of the castle."

  "You robbed the treasury, and got my share as well," I said, not able to keep the annoyance out of my voice. "Unless you stayed just to res
cue me, I don't know why your girlfriend has a mouth full of orc cock right now."

  Yeah, I was pissed. They got away Scot-free, and I was a slave girl subject to everyone's orders. Hardly seemed fair. And then something he glossed over struck me.

  "Wait, let me get this straight," I said. "Mardax, the drow male I had amazing sex with, is a girl in real life?"

  "Yep. Cool, right?"

  That wasn't my first thought. I didn't like the idea of men playing women, which rumor said was rampant. A woman playing a male didn't bother me as much, but I still thought everyone should play their real gender in the game.

  "I'll reserve judgment until after I find out if you plan to rescue me or not."

  "Actually, yes," he said. "But our plans have changed. Or at least my plans." He grimaced, struggling with something inside. "Kaan did something to Mystique the day after you were captured. I know he's enchanted her somehow to be slavishly devoted to him in the game, but she's also left me and moved in with him in real life. I don't know how much she's shared with him, if anything."

  "Wait, he's done something to her in the game that affected her in real life?" He nodded. "How is that possible?"

  "First off, Kaan is a level 65 orc warrior, so is a motherfucker to beat even for a level 40 wizard like me. Mystique never stood a chance against him. I think his spell brainwashed her in a way that she is also brainwashed in real life," he said. Pieter turned bright red, fists clenched tightly. "They send pictures and videos of him fucking her, and worse."

  "Worse?"

  "Yes, she serves him like a slave in real life," Pieter whispered. "Including letting him pass her around among his friends. They gang bang her a few times a week and always send me the video."

  I groaned. Just the thought of it in virtual reality was bad enough. It had to be ten times rougher in real life. Whatever Kaan did to her was beyond the pale. The man, in the game and in real life, had to pay dearly.