Meg

I knew it was going to be bad right from the start. I woke up in a cell, naked, hands tied together in front of me and then around my neck. Two huge blue humanoids glared and hissed at me. The Sim told me they were Drow, Dark Elves and ‘helpfully’ supplied the background on them. Violent, sadistic, cannibalistic, literal servants of The Dark Lord in the Sim Euro-Fantasy environments.

Yup, this was going to be bad.

I knew why I was here, I still had ‘me’. That wasn’t always the case in an Entertainment gig. Sometimes the Sim suppresses your identity and gives you a character to play. I was me today. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.

I was paying off Paul’s debt to Ian. Ian was going to take it out on me. Everything, my avoiding him, antagonizing him, it all was coming home to roost. For a split second there seemed to be another reason, but it vanished before I could form the thought.

The lead Drow grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, screaming something at me in Drowish, or whatever the hell they speak. I screamed in pain and scrambled to my feet.

I’ve been in this situation before. OK, not this exact situation, but you know what I mean. Professional Victim, that’s part of the job of being an Entertainer. When it hurts, scream. There’s no point in not. It actually provides a little relief and if you don’t, they’re just gonna keep hitting you harder until you do. Like I said, I screamed.

It made the Drow laugh. They dragged me out of my cell and into a much larger room. Ian waited there, dressed up in some leather and bronze ridiculousness consisting of a few straps and bones. I don’t know if it was supposed to look scary or something, but it didn’t. Or maybe it would have looked scarier on someone that didn’t look like an Oompa Loompa. I snorted laughter.

The Drow in front of me punched me in the face.

Not the first time my attitude has gotten me in trouble. The punch gave Ian a hardon.

“Ah my dear Meg,” he crooned. “It’s been much too long since last we played, otherwise you wouldn’t find this situation very funny. I think I’ll let my friends play with you for a bit to put you in the right frame of mind.”

The Drow were NPCs, they were generated by The Sim, but that didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous or that they wouldn’t fuck me up. I tried to resist but they dragged me deeper into the room. The one in front untied the rope around my neck and pulled me across a barrel by my arms.

“I think I’ll pre-empt my friends,” Ian said, walking around behind me, “and go first.”

He bent over and I felt him spreading my ass-cheeks.

“You’ve got such a cute little asshole, Meg. Too bad it won’t be cute or little anymore when my friends get through with it. I think I’ll take advantage of it now.”

He spit on my anus. While he was doing that, one of the Drow, the larger of the two, stripped out of his clothing and waived an unbelievably massive erection in my face. I subvocalized ‘lube’ and nothing happened.

“Oh Meg, your little subroutine won’t work today. I don’t want you lubed for this,” Ian crowed.

This was going to be bad.

He forced himself into me, I gritted my teeth and stifled a scream. Yeah, I know, I said don’t do that. Sue me, I’m inconsistent. I started to cry. Couldn’t help myself, it hurt. I knew I was bleeding back there, I could feel it. Sick bastard that Ian was, that turned him on all the more and he came pretty quickly.

“Ah, that takes the edge off nicely,” he said, slapping my ass. “Don’t think you’re done though, we’re just getting started.”

The large drow took his place and with no ceremony thrust into me. This time I did scream and kept screaming until he finished. He knelt down and licked the blood off of my thighs and I shuddered and came close to passing out.

“Her blood good, we eat?” He hissed at Ian.

“No, my blue friend, I have other plans for her.”

He pulled my head up by the hair and slapped my face as the other Drow started to strip off his clothes.

“Wake up, bitch! We’re just getting started!”