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The Fifty Eight Days of Gomorrah	By : Sanchica Category: +1 through F > Dungeons and Dragons Views: 2040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Fifty Eight Days of Gomorrah

Chapter 1
Rescue?

Ten minutes… we only have ten minutes…

Hank repeated to himself the same words as he ran through more and more narrow corridors. Almost two months of uninterrupted search had brought him and his friends there, to those ten minutes in which failure was an option none of them contemplated.

They had to find Eric and take him to the meeting point, in which Presto would teleport them out of Venger’s castle. It had taken a lot of efforts to prepare the unique conditions that the teleportation spell needed, but they finally had done it, and Hank knew for sure that he would not fail. He would get out of that castle with Eric beside him, or he wouldn’t get out at all.

“Hank, here,” he heard Diana whispering from the corner of one corridor. “The dungeons are at the bottom of these stairs.”

He headed toward the dark opening that leaded to the stairs, stopping Bobby by one arm when the boy tried to pass him, eager to be the one to rescue Eric. “Stay behind me, Bobby. We don’t know what we’re going to find.”

“Let me go. I wanna kick Venger’s ass!”

“Do as he says, Bobby,” Sheila said. “Stay behind with me, and let Hank and Diana take care of everything.”

“I definitely agree with that, guys,” Presto said, shivering at every shadow that the creepy torches embedded in the wall created.

Hank had descended half of the flight of stairs when a delicate hand touched his forearm. He turned around and found the blue and caring eyes of his girlfriend.

“H…Hank?”

“What is it, Sheila?” he asked, seeing the fear in her eyes.

“Do you think… do you think Eric is…”

“He’s alive,” Hank stated firmly, himself being the first one he wanted to convince. “The Dungeon Master told us he has felt his life force several times. Eric has to be alive and we have to believe it. We’ll get him out of here safe and sound.”

Sheila smiled weakly. She was not the only one who had those fears. They all had heard stories about prisoners being tortured and killed in the dungeons of Venger’s castle, but Hank had the hope that Eric had been spared because of his importance as a pupil of the Dungeon Master.

But no matter how prepared Hank had thought he was for that incursion, he wasn’t ready for what he saw when he found Diana outside the last dungeon of the wet and dark corridor, her face distorted by horror as she was looking at whatever that was inside the door she had opened with her magical javelin.

Hank stood beside her and stopped in his tracks, as shocked as the Acrobat.

Behind them, Sheila groaned with anguish before covering her own mouth, hurrying to turn around and avoiding Bobby to reach the dungeon.

“What’s going on? Is Eric there? How is he? I want to see him!” the young boy said, trying to pass his sister, but she wouldn’t allow him to do so.

“Presto…” Sheila said, her voice broken. “Help Hank and Diana… I’ll take Bobby to the other side of the corridor… Oh, Presto…”

Presto stared at her, already scared from whatever had made his friend react like that. When he reached the open door, Hank and Diana were already inside.

……………..

Diana had always considered herself a strong and difficult to impress girl. Even before her arrival to the Realm, she had gone through difficult situations and was used to making fast and mature decisions. Her arrival to the Realm only strengthened such quality; she was used to facing deadly dangers every day, to witness things that would make any other human tremble in fear… but she was definitely not ready to see Eric hanging naked from the ceiling, his wrists chained above his head and his penis stretched forward, tied with a thin rope to the base of a torch at the other side of the dungeon. Eric had his eyes closed, and there were stains of dry blood between his legs.

But Diana wasn’t one to remain staring in shock at the horrible scene without doing anything. Forcing herself to remain calm, she used her magic javelin to free Eric from all his restraints with one single and precise movement. The nude body of the young Cavalier fell lax into Hank’s arms, whose face was as shocked as Diana’s but, also like her, was making a big effort to keep himself together.

“Presto, get Sheila’s cloak, hurry!” Hank ordered, as he gently placed the head of his friend against his chest. “Eric… Eric, can you hear me? It’s me, Hank… We are here, we came to rescue you. You are safe now, Eric…”

Diana crouched beside Hank, feeling a wave of rage and sadness crushing her throat. “Is he…?”

“He’s alive,” Hank said. “He has to be alive!”

As if he could feel the presence of his friends, Eric opened his eyes slowly. Opaque and tired brown eyes looked at Hank with extreme weakness.

“H-help… me…”

Hank grabbed Eric’s hand and squeezed it. “We are here, Eric. We’re getting you out, just hold on buddy.”

Presto arrived with Sheila’s cloak. Diana snatched it from his hands and placed it over Eric, covering his nudity.

“Oh my God… what… what happened to him…?” Presto stammered.

“He’s getting out of here, that’s what’s happening,” Hank said, standing up with Eric on his arms. “Are you ready for the teleportation spell, Presto? We need to leave now!”

“Ah… I… I don’t know if I can do it again…”

Diana put her hands on Presto’s shoulders, her grip firm and assertive. “Get that spell ready now, Presto! Eric needs medical attention as soon as possible! We are all going to the meeting point now, and you will get us out of here. You can do it.”

Presto bit his lips and nodded gravely, forcing himself to be strong. As he removed his magical hat from his head and prepared to perform the most difficult spell of his life, he realized that all his friends would have to be very strong now, neither of them prepared to deal with what whatever was yet to come. Nothing would be the same after that day, nothing.

……….

DAY ONE

If anything, Eric was an expert in the art of whimpering. He didn’t remember having cried so loud or having struggled as hard as he was doing it in that moment, in which he was being dragged by two Orcs through what it had to be Venger’s castle.

His discouraging surroundings didn’t help either. The corridors were too narrow and dark, the few scattered torches creating demoniacal shadows on his captors, the smell of humidity and mud as welcoming as a death sentence…

Death?

Eric renewed his screams, realizing that maybe that was waiting for him. Without his friends or at least the Dungeon Master to save him, he was doomed, utterly doomed… He didn’t even have his shield anymore, taken away from him by the Orcs during the moment of his capture. His precious weapon was certainly in Venger’s hands by now.

Venger… now that was a name that absolutely terrified him. If seeing him in the distance during the battles was enough to put the young Cavalier at the edge of a heart attack, he didn’t want to even consider what it would be to face the arch mage alone, and without his shield to protect him…

Submerged in his fears, Eric arrived to the end of his journey, or that was what he assumed when the two Orcs threw him violently inside a dungeon. He fell on his knees and immediately crawled to the nearest corner, embracing his legs in fear. It had come… the moment of his death. Impossible to know what kind of tortures those beasts had in mind for him…

But the Orcs didn’t pay any further attention to him and closed the door. From the small opening at the upper part of the door, Eric could see their shadows disappearing, illuminated by the trembling light of a near torch.

His heart started to decrease its frenetic beats a little, although his fear didn’t do the same thing. He was a prisoner in one of Venger’s dungeons and that was the worst thing that could happen to anybody in the Realm. He just hoped that his friends would hurry up and rescue him, or at least that bald Dungeon Master… It was cold and wet in that dungeon, not a single trace of a blanket and certainly no water or food… He didn’t know how much he would be able to resist under those circumstances.

Eric removed his cape and wrapped it around his body, resting his back against the wall and placing his forehead on his knees. He spent several minutes in that position, he couldn’t have known how many because at some point he began to fall asleep, lulled by the silence and calm around him but mostly by the narcotic effect of his own fear.

If he was already asleep, he didn’t know. All that he suddenly knew was that he wasn’t alone anymore. He had his eyes closed, he couldn’t hear a thing, but he was completely sure there was somebody else in the cell. He could feel the presence as much as he could feel the coldness around him.

Eric dared to lift his head, but he saw nothing. The dungeon was as lonely as before, only the sound of some distant dripping water could be heard. Which reminded him that he was thirsty. Damn Orcs… if at least they would have given him a Ginger Ale or something. It was amazing how Eric had been almost three years in the Realm now, but he still missed dearly every single luxury he had had in his previous wealthy life.

He sighed and returned to resting his head on his knees, only to immediately lift it again. It hadn’t been as clear as to define it as a sound, but damn, he had heard something, felt something…

And then he saw them, two crimson orbs at the other side of the dungeon, shining as fire between the darkness.

“W-who… who is it?” Eric stammered, his hands beginning to shake against his legs.

They looked like the eyes of a cat… no, a devil would be more proper… and Eric wasn’t that mistaken.

The unmistakable sound of wings flapping, a tall and imposing figure coming out of the shadows…

Oh shit, oh shit, oh double shit…

Eric actually tried to penetrate the wall behind him as the shadow of his worst nightmare towered him.

“Pleasant night, Cavalier. I hope you find your accommodations comfortable.”

Ah fuck… how he hated that voice, how creepy it was, just as those sharp and horrible wings, just as that white and perverse face…

“Has a spell paralyzed your tongue, Cavalier?” Venger continued, taking a step forward and making every single hair in Eric’s body tense in panic.

“I… ah… I…” the young man managed to mutter when he realized that it wasn’t a nightmare, that he was in the presence of the evil arch mage sorcerer indeed, and that Venger was not certainly the type that would calmly accept to be ignored.

“Better,” Venger hissed, apparently pleased. “So you can speak, after all. Then you won’t have problems in telling me the current location of your friends.”

Eric was not surprised. Of course it was all about their magical weapons, it always was. Venger needed them to become invincible and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to obtain them, including killing him off…

“I…” he muttered. “I don’t know…”

Venger advanced until being right before Eric. The young man cringed as much as he could when he felt that demon leaning toward him.

“You. Are. Lying,” Venger said calmly, as his cold and hard finger slided down the Cavalier’s cheek.

Eric winced. He was going to die, he was sure, right there and in that moment.

“I’m not, I’m not, I swear it! I don’t know where they are, we are travelling all the time! When your Orcs ambushed us in those woods we were in transit to the west, but we didn’t have a fixed destination, I swear it!!”

Eric closed his eyes with panic. He was expecting Venger to yell at him, to cast some terrible spell on him, to start ripping him off with his claws… After a moment of silence, all he heard was a low and irritating sound, as if a chain was being dragged over metal. Venger was chuckling…

Oh God, oh God, not a good sign, oh please don’t let him kill me, please don’t…

“So,” Venger said, surprisingly relaxed, “you are here alone, without your friends or your shield to protect you. And… without any use to me.”

That made Eric’s eyes snap open. He was so terrified that he thought he would die of pure panic. He had never been so scared in his entire life.

“NO! Please don’t kill me… please…”

Venger burst in laughter, showing his sharp fangs. “Kill you? My dear boy… which other fate would await you here? Your shield was the only thing that made you valuable. Without it, you are just a pathetic and whimpering creature soiling the purity of my castle.”

“My friends… they will avenge me if you kill me… t-the… the Dungeon Master won’t tolerate…”

“Nobody will help you here. Since the moment you entered this place, you lost all hope. This castle is protected by a powerful spell. There is no way to locate it because it moves every moon cycle, its location known only to me. Who will help you now, young Cavalier?”

Eric gaped. Venger was right. He was at the monster’s mercy and there was nothing he could do to change that. All that remained now was hoping his execution would be fast, and not that painful…

But no! He wasn’t ready to die! He didn’t want to die!

He was too busy panicking that he didn’t realize when Venger stepped away from him.

“Of course,” the evil sorcerer said, “there are ways in which a little pest like you can make itself useful.”

Venger had retreated toward the other side of the dungeon. As far as the shadows allowed him to see, Eric saw that Venger sat on one stone ledge protruding from the wall.

“I… I won’t betray my friends,” Eric said as bravely as he could, but the shake of his voice betrayed him. “I w-won’t allow you to use me to get to them…”

Once again, Venger softly chuckled. “Your friends, my dear boy, will fall into my hands sooner than later. In the meantime, I’m sure I can find more… proper uses for a cowardly whelp like you.”

Eric felt something resembling relief. Did that mean he would be spared? He knew that Venger had many slaves spread through the entire Realm. Maybe he would be sent to work in some mine or to help constructing some of the many shelters Venger had… it didn’t matter as long as he preserved his life. Eric hated hard work, but in that moment it seemed like a blessing.

“Take off your clothing.”

Eric’s head was suddenly empty of thoughts. He made a mental rewind, trying to regain focus. What had that been? He had been so centered on his thoughts of salvation that he was sure he had heard wrong.

“Your garments,” Venger spoke again. “Remove them.”

Eric started at Venger in complete shock. “W-what…?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, boy.”

Eric started to shiver again. “B-b-butbutbut… w-why…?”

Venger’s response was a vicious and evil grimace. The wave of utter panic assaulted Eric again. Why the heck did that monster wanted him to undress? It made no sense… Was he going to be bewitched, tortured…?

The next sound coming out of Venger’s mouth was a growl that would have made the most horrible beast sound like a kitten. Eric flinched as he managed to find the strength to stand up. He had made up his mind; he wanted to live.

He tossed his cape aside and started to fool around with the belt of his short yellow tunic.

“Faster,” Venger spat.

Eric obeyed, what else could he do but obey? That monster could kill him with one single finger, turn him into a pulp of blood and bones… Hell no, he was far too handsome to die in such a way!

Awkwardly, he removed the tunic and threw it away. Seeing that Venger was impatient, Eric began to liberate the restraints of his blue shirt and leggings. He was utterly embarrassed when he got himself trapped while removing the shirt above his head, realizing that he hadn’t removed his gauntlets first.

Venger’s laugh only made him feel worse. Eric had already learned that every time Venger laughed, nothing good could be predicted for his immediate future.

He got rid as he could of the shirt and the gauntlets, and leaned one hand on the wall as he removed the armor of his legs. Once he had his feet bare on the cold surface of the floor, he hesitated.

“Are you waiting for something, boy?”

Eric closed his eyes, infinitely embarrassed. Somehow he had expected it would all end there. He had gotten rid of most of his clothing with easiness guided by his fear, but now, when only his leggings and underwear remained, reality hit him with a cruel and powerful blow.

He was being forced to strip in front of a monster…

“Continue!”

Venger’s voice reverberated through the dungeon like a thunder, making Eric cringe and lean on the wall behind him again. But still, his shivering hands placed on his leggings and started to tug them down.

Immense shame colored his face as he saw his now bare legs. Please let me wake up… this is all a nightmare…

“I recall to have commanded you to remove your clothing, all your clothing.”

Eric closed his eyes in frustration. He turned around and with a sterile movement he pulled down his underwear and threw it at the top of the pile of clothing beside him. Cold air immediately assaulted his nude body, but coldness wasn’t the reason of the shivering of the young Cavalier. He rested his forehead against the wall, his hands cupped over his crotch.

“Turn around.”

That was, by far, the most humiliating experience Eric ever lived. It highly surpassed the one time in which he had been caught in the shower by his cousin Amanda when he was fifteen. That had been the first time than somebody else had seen him naked practically since he abandoned the use of diapers, but it had been terribly humiliating, especially when Amanda decided to make public what she had seen and all his friends from his Elite High School had made fun of him for months.

“I said turn around!”

Eric grimaced with anguish as he did what commanded. He kept his head bowed, his legs tightened and his hands covering his genitals.

“Good, good…” he heard Venger saying, by the tone of his voice it was easy to guess he was smirking. “You are better shaped than I assumed… You have been exercising your body, I can see.”

Eric didn’t reply. He had been indeed training with his shield and also practicing the use of the sword. When the months turned into years and it seemed that he would remain in the Realm longer than he had thought, he had dedicated a lot of his time to become a real and mighty Cavalier.

Definitely not the frightened nude boy he was now…

“Remove your hands.”

Oh no, not that please…

“W-what for…?” Eric dared to speak.

“Do it! Remove your hands and put them behind your head.”

With his most frustrated grimace of defeat, Eric did what Venger had told him. He could feel his hair shivering against the palms of his hands when he placed them beneath his head. He could also feel, as sharp as a knife, Venger’s stare fixated on his exposed genitals. It was so humiliating… Being naked in the presence of that devil… What could be worse?

“Come closer.”

There it was, the answer he hadn’t requested.

One step, and another one… His bare legs could barely sustain him.

“Come into the light.”

Eric stopped at the center of the lonely ray of moonlight entering from the little window of the dungeon. The whitish light generously illuminated his nudity.

Then, silence returned. Eric turned his head aside and fixated his stare at the second bar of window. He could feel his heart beating hard inside his chest as his body was carefully scrutinized by the horrible creature ahead him.

Then hell came, the thick mantle of apparent calm shattered with one single movement. As fast and cunning as a snake, a hand closed around his neck and dragged him away from the moonlight. Next thing he knew, he was on his stomach, sprawled through Venger’s lap.

“What are you doing?!” he cried, totally panicked. “Let me go! Let me go!!”

A clawed hand positioned on his back, discouraging any attempt to get up.

“Aaaaah! What the fuck? Take your hands off me!”

“First thing you will learn,” Venger said calmly, “concerns hierarchies. From now on, you will address me only as Master, and you will only speak when I allow you to do so.”

“W-what…? Are you insane? Let me go right n—ggggghhh!” Eric groaned in pain when something hard and cold impacted his buttocks.

He stopped struggling, momentarily paralyzed. Had Venger just… spanked him?

He didn’t have time to assess what has happened, as another hard spank fell on his bare buttocks.

“Aaagh, stop!!” he cried, restarting his struggles.

“Silence is a quality you still need to learn, young Cavalier,” Venger said as he kept spanking Eric. “Speaking with disrespect to your Master won’t be tolerated, learn that lesson and you may survive here. Disobey and I’ll tear your skin off, layer by layer, is that understood?”

Eric bit his lips, forcing himself to remain silent as more and more spanks fell on him. He lowered his extended arms, being careful not to touch Venger. Perhaps if he closed his eyes and blanked his mind, everything would be over soon.

… five, six, seven… - or was it eight? – eight, nine… When would it stop? His buttocks were in a lot of pain, but not as much as the suffering his dignity was taking. If anybody would have told him that same morning that he would end the day sprawled naked on Venger’s lap, his bare ass receiving the spanking of his life, he would have burst in laughter.

But laughing was something that definitely he didn’t feel to do now.

And suddenly, it stopped. His buttocks were burning, blood pumping furiously in that shameful part of his anatomy.

Was it over, then? Could he get up now? Maybe he could ask…

It was then when Venger’s hand returned, only that this time it didn’t spank him, but positioned with a strange softness on his right buttock. A cold chill ran through his spine, freezing his frenetic heart. The feeling increased when the hand started to caress the curvature of his bottom.

Eric slightly groaned, astonished and offended by the invasive contact.

“Your skin is so soft… and yet so firm… you were definitely not born in this Realm.”

The hand increased its reach, also caressing his left buttock, its fingers softly massaging his skin.

It wasn’t painful, not at all, and that was what disturbed Eric the most. He hadn’t expected anything more than pain from Venger, or humiliation as he already had proved. But softness… never in a million years.

And yet it was happening. Venger was caressing his buttocks with a delicacy that seemed so foreign to the evil arch mage.

But surprises were only starting, as Venger’s other hand started to find its way beneath the young man’s stomach.

Eric opened his eyes until their limits when the hand went lower. Too shocked by that sudden invasion of his groin, Eric gaped and growled in complaint.

“P-please…” Eric couldn’t help to mumble when Venger’s clawed fingers started to travel through his pubis.

Venger ignored him and continued claiming Eric’s intimacy. When his hand closed around Eric’s penis, the young man expressed his anguish in a faltering sob.

Venger stopped moving. His hand remained motionless, holding the lax penis of the terrified Cavalier. Eric felt like crying, unable to believe what was happening. Nobody but himself had ever touched his penis before, and now it was being handled by that demoniacal and disgusting creature…

Please… please help me… Dungeon Master, please get me out of here…

The hand tightened its grip, four fingers immobile as what Eric assumed it was Venger’s thumb started to rub the tip of his dearest organ.

“Please…” he dared to speak again, his voice barely a whisper. “Please stop…”

Once again, Venger ignored him. He continued rubbing, starting to yank the young man’s penis at the same time.

“Ugh… please don’t…” Eric whined. His eyes were already wet.

His pleas wouldn’t get any result, he had that clear, but what else could he do, but beg Venger to stop? His sexual awakening had had the disgrace of crossing with his arrival to the Realm, so except for touching himself whenever he had the privacy to do it, or having wet dreams with the cheerleaders of the Dallas Cowboys every now and then, Eric was completely a virgin about anything regarding sexuality. After all, he had been too busy saving his life from monstrous creatures during the past few years to give Eric junior a lot of attention…

And now there he was, being masturbated by the Force of Evil himself…

He winced when Venger’s grip extended to his testicles. He closed his eyes as hard as he could, infinitely embarrassed. Dense tears started to slide down his cheeks when he couldn’t hold them anymore. He honestly wanted to die when he imagined what his friends would say if they could see him like that… what would his parents would say… even his cousin Amanda.

“You’re a pussy, silky balls, I always knew it!” Eric could almost hear her, saying the humiliating nickname she had given him that day in which she caught him in the shower…

And a pussy was what he was, he was sure, so proud of his evolution into becoming a true Cavalier, but not moving a finger to stop Venger having his way with him.

“Silky balls?” he heard Venger saying, shattering the humiliating trance Eric had felt in. What the heck had that been? Had Venger entered his mind? “It certainly suits you,” Venger laughed, squeezing the objects in question.

“Aaaagh! Please don’t…” Eric cried.

A hard spank silenced him. “What did I tell you about only speaking when I allow you to? I would say that you had never had any kind of discipline, young Cavalier.”

Venger spanked him again, never releasing his penis. Eric groaned when the manipulation of his genitals became more intense.

“And discipline,” Venger continued imparting his lesson, “is something that I will impose on you.”

A violent yank on his penis made the young man wince, the fingers of his hands and feet moving defenseless. The spanks also increased their intensity, following the rhythm of the hand job between his legs.

Please stop… please stop… this can’t be happening, not to me…

“P…please… please take off your hand… please… I beg of you…”

Venger chuckled. “That is a start. Begging is something you will exercise a lot during your stay here, my young disciple. However, you should also exercise your sincerity. Lying, you see, won’t be tolerated, especially when you are clear as crystal to me.”

Lying? What did that monster mean?

Eric’s penis suddenly hit his own stomach, making him realize that what was between his legs was not a flaccid piece of his abused self anymore.

He was having an erection. He didn’t have to look at it to know…

Eric groaned in frustration. How could that happen? He wasn’t enjoying that, he wasn’t enjoying that outrage at all… but his body had reacted, was reacting now… It had to be some sort of spell, something to manipulate him as much as his intimacy was currently being manipulated.

“You beg me to stop, but your body says otherwise,” Venger sneered, not giving the Cavalier a single moment of rest.

“Ggggghhh!” Eric clenched his teeth, unable to resist the wave of heat burning his groin. Even the hard spanks on his buttocks stopped being merely painful and became full part of the same big thing scorching him from inside.

“Ssss…stop… ppplease….”

Eric opened his mouth and sent whispering to hell. When voice came out of his throat again, it wasn’t in the shape of words, but as a clear moan that resounded between the four stone walls.

And then he felt it, his intimate and sticky fluid coming out of him…

His body tensed for some seconds as his penis released stream after stream of humiliation. He was so absorbed by that humiliating orgasm that he didn’t realize when there was nothing beneath his body than the stone ledge protruding from the wall of the dungeon. Venger had vanished so suddenly that Eric hadn’t even noticed.

He breathed agitatedly, drops of sweat mixing with his tears. He was still on his fours, his eyes fixed in horror at the little puddles of his own semen scattered through the ledge, when he heard Venger’s laugh, as clear as if the arch mage was beside him. No, it was more like if that mocking laugh was all around him. Even more, inside his head…

Eric grabbed his face with both hands and let his body fell to the hard ledge beneath him, frustrated and humiliated like never before. At that moment, he couldn’t stand to see himself.

To be continued.

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