THE UNDEAD: POWER VACUUM
by PJ

Freezing rain lashed the dark spires of Nagashizzar, lightning illuminated the huge, mountain-like citadel in harsh, blinding bursts of acidic light as black clouds roiled and churned above the unforgiving fortress. Sputtering torches lined key passageways and intersections as servants of the Undead arrived from all across the Old World. The dank, decayed halls of Cripple Peak echoed with the footfalls of skeletons and zombies once more, the lackeys of necromancers and powerful liches who had come to debate who would take up the mantle of Nagash, Supreme Ruler of the Undead. Female cries reverberated from the extensive, foul dungeons beneath Nagashizzar as Undead Lords took their obscene pleasures from ripe, young feminine bodies. Unholy lust and sexual abandon filled the cold air like a thick, overpowering miasma, the rich musk of dripping pussies and sweating flesh a heady elixir that invigorated the denizens of the fortress of the damned.
Light orbs brightened Nagash's throne room as several liches, necromancers, and a few vampire lords stood in council, forming a loose arc that began and ended at the foot of Nagash's elevated throne of bones.
"I say we have a series of duels to see who is worthy to be named Supreme Lord of the Undead," said a necromancer intently.
"Duels? Bah! The most logical solution is for a greater liche king to assume Nagash's throne," retorted a Liche that was richly garbed in tattered robes and a ruined, dull, silver crown.
"Perhaps we should cast a vote amongst ourselves?" whispered a vampire lord smoothly.
"Did the Realms of the Dead become a democracy all of a sudden?" snarled another liche incredulously. "No, strength is the only thing that matters!"
"Then I win by default," declared Arkhan the Black as he strode arrogantly into the throne room.
"Lord Arkhan," muttered several of the Undead lords as they quickly knelt down, acknowledging the Liche King's claim to the throne of bones. Arkhan walked down the aisle leading to Nagash's throne, pushing aside anyone too slow to get out of the liche's way. Ascending the stone dais, Arkhan sat comfortably on the throne, clasping his gauntleted hands together before him.
"I shall oversee Nagashizzar until Lord Nagash returns from the Darkness and assumes his material form. All Undead Lords will follow my commands and clear their plans through me," decreed Arkhan coldly.
"What if we refuse?" asked a necromancer defiantly, moving to stand before the throne of bones. The remainder of Undead lords quickly backed away from the dark mage, creating a wide buffer circle around him.
"Then we shall discuss your concerns," replied Arkhan as he descended the dais, unsheathing his Tomb Blade smoothly.
The necromancer raised his hands, chanting swiftly until glowing tendrils of lightning curled around his fingers. The mage hurled his magick, streams of blue lightning lashing out to smash into Arkhan's black armor. The Liche King hissed with pain, but relentlessly marched forward, swinging his Tomb Blade in a wide arc, lopping off the mage's right hand at the wrist. The necromancer howled, clutching his spurting stump, then chanted more invocations, throwing a torrent of orange fire at the sword-swinging liche. Clothing burned and platemail grew soft and mallable as Arkhan screamed, his chill voice echoing around the large, stone chamber. The Liche King reached out with a red-hot gauntlet, grabbing the dark mage's bloody stump and squeezing firmly. The necromancer added his screams of agony to Arkhan's, falling to his knees as the liche raised his swordarm, then chopped down, slicing across the mage's robes, opening a large gash down the man's torso. Gallons of blood and a pile of steaming organs fell out of the dying mage's body as he vomited a stream of dark fluid, then fell back limply to the cold floor. Arkhan stood over the dead necromancer's corpse, his armor giving off clouds of acrid smoke as it slowly cooled from the heat.
The dead mage's body shook violently, violet energy radiating from his blue flesh as his skin dried out, then fell away from his bones in leafy globs. When only the skeleton of the necromancer remained, the pile of bones stood up, waiting expectantly for Arkhan's commands.
"Join the other skeletons in their barracks," ordered Arkhan dismissively as he strode back to the throne and sat down heavily. The remaining Undead lords closed in around the throne, awaiting the Liche King's commands.
"Prepare the Chamber of Sacrifice. Have Nagash's remains brought there and prepared for the ceremony of Rebirth," commanded Arkhan.
The assembled lords bowed as one, then turned to carry out their new master's wishes.
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The Chamber of Sacrifice was a large, circular room buried deep in the bowels of Cripple Peak. A circle of black candles illuminated the chamber as necromancers finished scrawling a blood red, inverted pentagram in the center of the floor. A dark mage entered the room carefully carrying a bundle wrapped in sigil-covered, black silk. The mage knelt in the center of the pentagram, slowly unwrapping the bundle's contents and arraying them on the stone floor. Nagash's Black Armor made up the bulk of the Undead Lord's remains, along with the liche's sword, Mortis, and a few scraps of muscle and bone. Muttering unholy words of blessing, the necromancer left the pentagram then joined a column of black-robed acolytes that slowly encircled the room. When everyone was in place, the mages and assembled liche lords began chanting words of power in a unified, strong voice, their invocations shaking the dark, smooth, stone walls.
Arkhan the Black entered the candle-lit room, walking slowly around the pentagram six times, then halting between the horns of the sigil. He spread his black- robed arms wide, his decayed head flung back as he chanted words of black magick, begging his evil master, Nagash, to return to the Old World. A large group of zombies and ghouls entered the dank room, dragging three human females with them. Arkhan lowered his head, his red eyes gleaming as he watched the zombies drag the first sacrifice into the pentagram.
The girl was young, about fourteen years old, with mid-length brown hair and wide, tear-filled eyes. A zombie stood at either side of the struggling girl, holding her arms in an unbreakable grip as a slavering ghoul stumbled forward and tore away the thin, white shift she wore, exposing her small, budding breasts and pink, little pussy. The young, naked girl moaned fearfully, writhing in the grip of her captors as Arkhan stared at her, his lust-filled gaze ripping into her innocent soul.
"Stretch her out," ordered Arkhan with a downward sweep of his gloved hand.
The two zombies holding the young girl forced her onto her bare knees, then pressed her against Nagash's remains, the shattered Black Armor cutting and biting into the girl's naked flesh. Two more zombies staggered forward, grabbing the girl's ankles and spreading her legs far apart. A stinking, flesh-rotted ghoul eagerly advanced, his long, distorted tongue hanging out of his mouth and dripping foul, green saliva as he moved in-between the crying girl's thighs and painfully scratched her round ass with his filth-encrusted claws. As the young, auburn-haired girl begged for mercy, the ghoul grabbed his large, erect cock in his right claw, then rubbed the scabby, ichor-dripping head across the young girl's untouched cunt. The prone girl increased her screaming, her struggles growing more frantic as she totally lost control of her fear, panic pouring from her white skin in waves. Arkhan drank in the naked girl's terror, as did everyone in the room, her futile cries a heady wine that filled their corrupt minds with decadent pleasure.
The ghoul thrust his decayed penis into the young girl's pussy, his rod tearing her tender vagina as it rammed itself into her small belly. The girl screamed in agony, her inner thighs glistening with streams of blood as her hymen was ripped open savagely. Sobs filled the chamber as the ghoul pumped in and out of the restrained girl's cunt, his cock spreading the folds of her young slit to the breaking point. The zombies held the naked girl in place as the ghoul fucked her ripe body, his cock sliding in and out of her blood-soaked vagina, filling her young womb with his rotting meat. The naked girl's body rocked back and forth across Nagash's ruined armor, rich blood dripping from numerous cuts and scrapes, as well as the fluid from her ravaged pussy. The auburn-haired girl grew limp in her captor's grip, her head dipping forward as the ghoul relentlessly humped her cunt, his sharp claws tearing deep rents into her firm buttocks. Blood poured from the naked girl's body, drenching the Black Armor and Mortis until they glowed with a malicious, ruby glow. The ghoul slid out of the nearly unconscious girl's pussy, his penis coated with her virgin blood and honey. The zombies released the girl's body, allowing it to lay broken upon the chilling, jagged pieces of Nagash's remains. The ghoul gazed up at Arkhan, awaiting his permission to finish the first sacrifice. When the Liche King nodded with approval, the ghoul hissed with anticipation, his fangs dripping obscenely as he picked up the nearly weightless young girl, bared her throat, and lunged down, burying his fangs inside her tender, warm flesh. The naked girl shuddered once, then grew still as death claimed her. The ghoul sucked loudly on her throat, his gullet squirming as he sucked the remaining lifeblood from her sweet flesh. Draining her corpse dry of liquid wine, the ghoul began tearing into her skin, munching contently on mouthfuls of her creamy meat.
"The second sacrifice," commanded Arkhan, dismissing the ghoul as it carried away the dead girl's body to feast upon, wet munching sounds fading with its passing. Two new zombies dragged a pregnant young woman forward, her hair long and blonde, but rank with filth and neglect. The woman's belly was large and full, stretching the thin shift she wore to the limit. At a motion from Arkhan, one of the zombies ripped off her shift, revealing her nakedness to the whole chamber. The young woman was silent, futilely attempting to cover her blonde bush of pubic hair with one hand while covering her full, ripe breasts with an arm.
"Position her," ordered Arkhan, his eyes burning with excitement as he watched the zombies shove the ungainly female onto the blood-drenched remains of Nagash. A large, armored wight entered the room, holding a hammer and a leather bag as he walked forward and knelt near the naked woman's head. Opening the bag, the wight withdrew two long, iron nails, one he set on the floor, the other he placed over the shivering woman's right hand, right before he smashed the hammer over the nail's head. The pregnant woman screamed loudly, blood pouring from her impaled palm as the wight held her other hand to the floor by the wrist and slammed another nail into her smooth skin. The naked woman cried out in agony, hot tears pouring from her face as she wriggled across Nagash's sharp, ravenous armor. Again the cold metal bit into yielding, female flesh, digging deeply into the woman's body, allowing her thick, red blood to drip down onto the obsidian-hued platemail.
"Please, don't hurt my baby," moaned the young woman as she pulled against her impaled hands, blood growing in sticky pools around her fingers. Arkhan grinned viciously, exposing glinting fangs that promised only painful death, not mercy or compassion.
The wight retrieved a short, many-tailed whip from his bag, the weapon festooned with wicked, razor-sharp barbs. Moving to stand behind the prone, bleeding young woman, the wight lashed down, slicing numerous slash marks across the naked woman's back and ass. The young woman screamed again, her howls desperate and full of despair as the wight inflicted lash after lash without interruption. Strips of pale skin ripped from the impaled woman's body, falling wetly to the floor around the naked woman as the wight's gloved hand rose and fell rhythmically. Rich blood was flung around the room, staining the floor, walls, ceiling, and the chanting Undead servants. The naked woman's cries grew weaker, softer, as she lost more and more blood and flesh. When the wight stopped his assault, the young woman's back was a bloody, torn ruin, her bone-white spine was visible past torn strips of muscle. The wight dropped his dripping whip, reaching down to turn the naked woman around. Muscle and skin ripped loudly as the naked woman's right hand tore away from the nail impaled within it. The young woman's left wrist snapped like a brittle twig when the wight forced the pregnant woman onto her back. The pain-wracked woman looked up at the wight, her eyes glazed and unfocused as the Undead warrior drew his coldly glowing Wight Blade. Raising the black, polished sword in salute to Arkhan, the wight slashed down, opening the prone woman's belly, spilling her innards over the warmly glowing shards of armor. Fetal fluids and other, less distinguishable pieces of meat gushed over the black armor and sword, giving life to the cold, unquenchable metal.
"Bring in the third sacrifice," declared Arkhan.
Two more zombies brought in a beautiful, young woman with long, vibrant red hair and anger-filled, green eyes. She wore a long, white gown that clung to her large, round breasts and full hips. Arkhan slid his blood-red gaze up and down the woman's lithe body, hungers long forgotten stirring in his decayed loins.
"Prepare the bitch," said the Liche King as he licked his cracked lips with anticipation.
The zombies forced the redhead to her knees, pulling her head back by the hair as one of them readied a leather gag with a small blade attached. The young woman's eyes grew wide with terror as the zombie pushed the gag over her sensuous mouth, the blade biting deeply into her tongue and lower jaw. She groaned softly with agony as the zombie fastened the gag around her head, tugging the rough leather tight across her face. The second zombie fastened metal restraints to the woman's wrists, then ran a chain attached to the wrist cuffs through a metal hoop fastened to the ceiling right above the glowing pentagram. Tugging with Undead strength, the zombie raised the moaning female into the air, her slim body dangling over the gore-drenched remains of Nagash, the rich, coppery smell of blood thick in the air. Before leaving, a zombie ripped off the redhead's white dress, leaving her naked and helpless in her metal bonds. Arkhan stood and watched the naked woman struggle for some time, drinking in her fear and shame as she wriggled erotically in her tight wrist restraints, blood trickling down her chin from her slashed tongue. Moving slowly, so as to heighten the naked girl's fears even more, Arkhan disrobed, displaying his thin, cadaverous body for the bound woman's disgust. Walking forward at a frightening slow pace, Arkhan tasted the air with his tongue, relishing the bouquet of freshly spilled blood, steaming entrails, female sweat, and a light touch of arousal from the redhead's pussy as she writhed naked within her tight, metal bonds.
Arkhan stopped in front of the young woman, savoring her luscious body and dreaming of what he would do to it. Reaching out with a rotting hand, the Liche King fondled the bound woman's left breast, running his scabby fingers across smooth, creamy, white skin. He slid a finger around the woman's nipple, watching with amusement as it automatically grew hard with arousal despite the naked woman's disgust for her ravager. The liche slid his green tongue up the woman's flat stomach, tasting her sweat and the sweetness of her skin until he reached the undersides of his victim's full breasts. He placed a tit in his mouth, sucking lewdly on the mound of flesh as he looked into the naked girl's face, watching as she moaned weakly and cried softly with revulsion. The liche moved from one tit to another, coating her breasts with his slimy, green-black saliva until her milky orbs were dripping with his filth. Cupping her left breast again, Arkhan bit down, his fangs driving deeply into her yielding skin. The naked woman groaned loudly, fresh blood streaming from her mouth gag as the liche sucked some of her warm blood, then chewed slowly on a mouthful of her delicious flesh. Blood poured from her wound, covering her flat belly and dripping wetly onto the evil-glowing metal below her dangling feet. Arkhan spread the woman's slim legs apart, then rammed his rock-hard cock into her glistening pussy, thrusting his tool deep into her tight vagina. The redhead closed her green eyes, tears sliding down her smooth cheeks as the liche ravished her cunt, forcing his ichor-slick pole deep into her warm stomach. The bound woman's body rocked up and down as Arkhan fucked her slit, her tits bouncing seductively as her vagina uncontrollably clamped around the dead man's cock. Arkhan hugged the dangling woman's body hard against his own, cold flesh, relishing the sensation of her warm, living skin next to his own decayed form. The liche lapped at the blood dripping from the naked young woman's breast wound, milk mixing with blood to make an overpowering draught.
Arkhan fucked the naked woman for hours, his dead body inexhaustible, his cock constantly pumping in and out of the female's cum-coated, bruised, and abused pussy. The wrist bound young woman was practically dead, blood-loss and sexual fatigue sucking the very life from her slim, naked body. Female fluids, cum, and vaginal blood dripped from the woman's red-bushed slit onto Nagash's remains, feeding and enriching the black metal until it glowed with malevolent, oily life. With the chained woman limp, deathly pale, and nearly unconscious, Arkhan tilted her head back, then ripped into her delicate throat with his mouth, warm blood gushing over his lips and chin, filling his mouth with sweet wine. Arkhan drank deeply from the dying girl's throat, gorging on her hot, passionate lifeforce. When the bound young woman was dry as a husk, Arkhan backed away from her dangling corpse, allowing two ghouls to lower her down and free her black-blue wrists from the cold, metal restraints. Unable to hold back their carnal hunger, one ghoul bit into the redhead's leg right above the ankle, while the second ghoul ripped a large chunk from her pale stomach.
"Take that away and finish it in your barracks," ordered Arkhan as he slid on his black robe, then looked down in satisfaction as Nagash's bones and sinews began to bind together and regenerate within his Black Armor.
The two munching ghouls left the now sultry, humid Chamber of Sacrifice, dragging the naked redhead's ravaged, torn body down a dark, silent passageway.
The End