Mines of Sonhadra - Stage 08

"I don't know why y'all women got, uh... t'be so... emotional..." Crowther started to trail off, staring at me hard.

My cheeks got hot remembering all I had on was the purple half-jacket, weapon belt and high heeled boots. I turned my hips noticing immediately the way his eyes locked onto the hairless slit between my thighs.

"Yeah, me either," I replied, blushing bright pink and thinking: if he only knew... as I began to fiddle self-consciously with my jacket, making sure my breasts were still tucked in.

"What happened to you?" Eyla whispered to me, while punching Crowther in the shoulder. He blinked, averting his eyes, even though I saw the smirk twisting his lips. "We did our best to search the pits but couldn't find you!"

"The Pit Boss led me into some kind of maze," I explained, accepting that there was no way to avoid the copious amount of under-boob displayed by the half jacket. "He waited for me to give birth, but then there was this glitch and he froze up... I think someone outside the game was helping me cuz the leash deactivated-"

"Outside the game?" they both gasped in unison.

"Maybe..." I thought back to the incident but wasn't quite sure how to explain it. "He froze after a glitch, and while he was rebooting it was like someone else spoke through him." They stared at me blankly. "I guess neither of you have experienced anything like that."

"Fuck no," Crowther said, any trace of accent gone.

Eyla blinked. "You're saying someone hacked the Pit Boss to talk to you?" I nodded. "What'd they say?"

"Something about me being the 'Code Prompt' and that I have to reach the final stage to activate or something."

"Bullshit," Crowther balked

"Why would she make it up?"

Crowther shrugged. "Why do people make anything up?"

"It probably sounds crazy," I admitted. "Maybe...the stress and uncertainty of all this...being stuck as a..." I glanced down at my female body. "...err, being stuck in this twisted game is getting to me."

"Maybe," Crowther agreed. Eyla shot him a glance and he shrugged. "Which would be understandable...?"

"If you say it happened, I believe you!"

I offered Eyla a grateful smile with an uncertain nodded. "It did, I just don't know what it means."

"Then I'll help you figure that out."

Crowther sighed overdramatically. "Jeotania."

Eyla looked at him and nodded. "Right. Jeotania is where most of the trapped players are gathered. The whole planet, or stage or whatever, is like one big cyberpunk city, maybe we can find someone who's experienced something like what you're talking about."

"Plus, it's the best stage to level up on," Crowther added. "Lots of short missions and side quests."

"That sounds good," I agreed. "But we have to get off Sonhadra first, right?"

Eyla nodded. "Which means we have to beat Devil Seth's Boss level."

"I'm pretty sure this is it," I turned back towards the big house.

"We've been staking out the place too, that's how we saw you," Crowther agreed. "Seems a little small for a boss tower, but I say we bum rush it and blow him all to hell!" He took out a few of those grape sized grenades and rolled them around his palm.

I frowned. "You know I'm not much good in a fight. I was thinking I might try to sneak in one of those windows."

"You may not be good close up," Eyla said. "But you're a ranged fighter, right? Now that we're together, you can hang back and use your guns."

Was she really having to explain this to me? I'd gotten so caught up in the sexual mechanics and feeling so weak whenever an enemy gets his hands on me, I'd been overlooking some pretty basic gaming principles.

"Plus," Crowther chimed in. "I'm guessin' you're one hell of a distraction." Again his eyes slithered down my mostly naked body.

Just watching him made me blush and sent a nervous titter through my chest. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Great!" Eyla said, giving him another punch in the arm. "I'm the ninja, so I'll sneak around the far side, you wiggle that hot little butt up towards the porch and when those ALPHA's are checking you out, we'll take 'em down at the same time."

"No alarms, no shots fired." Crowther actually looked me in the eyes this time.

"Alright, I can do that," I said.

Eyla pulled her mask back up, then headed for the big house. I couldn't help but watch her go. Her sleek body looked amazing wrapped in the skimpy black ninja-bikini. The way she moved was a sight to see, like a leopard stalking prey. The blood red tassels trailing behind her only added to it.

There was a subconscious tickle at the back of my neck, and I glanced out the corner of my eye at Crowther. With Eyla on the move and my back turned he was back to ogling me pretty shamelessly. I couldn't give the guy too tough of a time, hell I'd just been watching Eyla pretty hard myself. I swallowed a chuckle and let him look, it was kind of exciting knowing someone wanted to check me out.

"I'm gonna go," I told him a few moments after Eyla had disappeared around the big house.

Crowther nodded.

I headed out towards the front porch. I could feel my hips swaying and put a little extra switch in them. I also unzipped the half jacket and my breasts sprang out as if they'd been waiting. I arched my back to make them even more prominent.

"Good evening, boys!" The ALPHAs on the porch turned towards me at the same time.

"Hot piece of ass?" they grunted in unison.

I put my hands up as they turned their tuning fork rifles towards me. "You don't want to singe this hot piece of ass, do you?"

The one on the left jerked suddenly, and his head snapped to the side. His weapon clattered to the porch. Eyla was behind him, lowering his body beside it. To the right there was a sound like popcorn popping and that ALPHA's armor began dropping off in chunks. He spun around just as a few more of Crowther's grenades attached to it. When they popped he burst into a shower of pixels.

"Okay, that's impressive," I said, meeting them on the porch.

"You're with a couple badass assassins now," Eyla smirked, and gave my naked rump a swat.

"Looks like seven waiting in the bar," Crowther said, peering in through the window. "ZAUKs an' ALPHAs but I can't tell what's what."

"I can take out ZAUKs in one shot," I chimed in. "ALPHAs take three."

"Alright, so hang back and pop as many as you can," Eyla said. "We'll take the fight in close, hopefully keep them from getting their hands on you."

"Thanks," I said, only feeling a little embarrassed to be the one needing protection. I drew my Plasma Pistol as Eyla opened the door.

WELCOME TO DEVIL'S SALOON! Appeared in the air before us. GET READY!

We stepped into a picture perfect old western barroom. The floor was uneven wood slats, there was four or five worn out old tables. The bar looked both ancient and freshly polished, set against the wall opposite the big window. There was a mirror on the wall behind the bar, lined with liquor bottles. Near the end closest to us was a pair of swinging double doors leading into the kitchen. On the far side there was a flight of stair which led up to the second floor.

I was particularly surprised to see the bartender was an ORK. He was tall and had a burly frame, noticeable even under his white button up shirt and black bowtie combo. He had grayish, leathery skin and cropped, greasy black hair. His head and face had a squared shape, with beady yellow eyes and a pair of short tusks protruding from his lips.

There were seven other MOBs scattered through the room. One ALPHA sitting by himself at the bar, and another at the table behind him. Two ZAUKs sitting together closer to the window. DEVIL SETH was sitting near the bottom of the stairs, playing poker with a group that consisted of two more ALPHAs and another ZAUK. He was notably larger than all the other MOBs even the ORK. Devil Seth saw us right away and jumped to his feet, overturning the table and scattering cards and poker chips across the floor.

"Look out boyos! Intruders!" he shouted, orange mustache bristling.

The rest of the MOBs jumped up in a rush, grabbing weapons and overturning tables for cover.

Eyla gave a "kee-ya" and charged the two ALPHAs nearest the bar. Crowther rushed forward, flipping the closest table on its side to give us a bit of our own cover as the ALPHAs began charging up their tuning fork rifles.

"Cover me!" he shouted and made a dash through the tables towards Devil Seth's group.

I took aim at the first ZAUK I saw and fired (CHG: 16). It fell back with a little howl and scattered across the floor in glittering pixels. Right away, I swung towards its companion and fired, but it ducked behind their upturned table. The blue energy beam seared a hole right through the old wood but still missed the ZAUK (CHG: 15).

"Shit," I spat. "Stick that big green head back out here, you little prick!"

A sudden motion caught my eye and I looked up to see a heavy glass bottle soaring my way! Too late to react, it slammed into my left breast with a dull, squishy thud that sent pain ripping through my chest (HP: 63, PN: 2!).

"OW!" the piercing scream tore past my lips and I stumbled backward, shocked and breathless. I'd been a woman for a few days, but I guess I hadn't been hit in the tits yet...I was surprised that it really was just as bad as getting kicked in the balls.

Across the room the ORK bartender cackled and cocked his arm to launch another bottle.

"Not fucking cool!" I hissed, aiming my Plasma Pistol with one hand and clutching my aching breast with the other.

He dropped the bottle as my plasma beam lanced across his broad chest (CHG: 14). He howled angrily and ducked behind the bar before I could blast him again.

"Not so funny now is it!" Even in the middle of a fight, I couldn't help but notice how screechy my voice got when I was angry.

Eyla had already finished off her first ALPHA and was in close quarters with the second. They both had hold of his rifle, struggling for control of the weapon.

Hearing the firecracker pops of Crowther's mini-grenades, I glanced over to see him finishing off a ZAUK. An ALPHA staggered back, shaking off the explosion and took aim. Crowther ducked behind the table, narrowly avoiding the bolt of purple lightning.

That's when I noticed Devil Seth at the back of the room, winding up an attack of his own. He lifted his robotic peg leg and I saw several of the mechanical parts extend and crackle with electricity. I swung my weapon his way but before I could fire, he stomped! A sound like thunder shook the entire room as a concussive force rolled through the floor and knocked all of us off our feet, even the enemy MOBs. (HP: 58)

I hit the floor with a painful gasp and dropped my Plasma Pistol. Eyla and Crowther swore as well. We weren't STUNNED but I definitely felt a little dazed and disoriented.

"Have fun with 'em boyos!" Devil Seth chortled laughter. He turned and ran for the stairs, disappearing up to the second story before we could even get back up. To make things worse, the ZAUKs and ALPHAs all recovered before we did.

"Goddamit get off me!" Eyla snarled as her ALPHA pounced.

I could just see him laying on top of her, his big green hands swarming over her petite breasts. She squirmed beneath him, now looking more like helpless prey than a panther on the prowl. I felt a nervous, protective pang seeing the black-clad ninja in trouble. I looked around frantically for my Plasma Pistol, but what I saw was the ZAUK I'd fired at, running at me arms outstretched eagerly!

I scrambled back but it was too late, the MOB was already on top of me...literally. I slapped and tried to push it away but the ZAUK casually snagged my wrist, pulling my arm across my chest and pinning me down with one hand. It reached down and pulled my legs open, I couldn't even resist. I was barely able to squeak out a futile protest before its rough fingers stroked through my pussy lips sending a rush of heat through my tummy (HP: 52, SP: 8).

The ZAUK spread me open, fingering my clit right away. He worked the sensitive little nub with his rough, wide thumb making me squirm as anxious tingles crawled over my curvy hips. I bit my lip to keep from moaning for the little green pervert. He was stronger than me of course, so I couldn't get loose or turn the ravishment back on him and just had to take it.

At least from the position it held me down in, I could see my Plasma Pistol laying not too far away. As soon as the ZAUKs attack cycle ended, I kicked it back and scrambled for my weapon. I probably could have seduced and maxed the ZAUK's Stim Points, but I didn't exactly want Crowther, or especially Eyla to see me doing something like that. Just as I got close to my weapon, a bottle shattered in front of me. I recoiled, looking up to see the bartender glowering at me.

"Bitch!" he seemed to be gloating.

I scrambled to my feet, turning to aim my E-LARIAT at the ZAUK who'd just finished molesting me. I tapped the SWING command and the techno-cuff buzzed to life, lassoing the unsuspecting MOB. I was able to send it flying towards the bar and the thoroughly surprised bartender. Unfortunately, he was able to duck down, narrowly avoiding my "attack". The ZAUK crashed into the mirror and bottles behind the bar, shattering into an avalanche of glass and pixels.

I didn't waste any more time and dove for my Plasma Pistol. The bartender stayed hidden for the moment, so I glanced back towards Eyla. She was back on her feet, squaring off with the ALPHA. She landed a gorgeously graceful spin kick the set the MOB back on its heels.

"Eyla duck!" I shouted, taking aim to finish him for her. "I'll take him-" I was interrupted by a full liquor bottle smashing across my tits (HP: 50, PN: 4). I cried out, stumbling backwards and feeling the sting of tears threatening to well.

"You bastard!" I snarled, spinning towards the ORK bartender.

He only cackled and cocked his arm to launch yet another bottle. I almost grinned, aiming my Plasma Pistol. He wasn't ducking down, which meant I had him this time!

Before I could fire a pair of strong hands seized me by the hips, yanked back harshly, and slammed a big hard cock inside me all in one motion! I couldn't help but scream as the sudden penetration sent a shock through me (SP: 13). Immediately the dick began pumping in and out of my pussy. My mouth dropped open, gasping breathlessly for every frantic thrust (SP: 14-15-16-17). I glanced over my shoulder to find an ALPHA fucking me.

"Where... the fuck...did...you..." I hissed and moaned as a scintillating rush made my head spin. "Oh shit!"

I fell forward, bracing my hands on the uneven wood planks, getting wetter and wetter with every stroke (SP: 18-19). He had a tight grip on the curves of my hips, pulling my legs straight to keep my ass in the air, and plowed into me as deep and hard as he wanted. My tits were shaking and bouncing between my arms, I cried out with every thrust (SP: 20-21). The ALPHA ravaged me in that position, pounding my dripping cunt relentlessly (SP: 22-23-24-25).

"Lex!" I heard Eyla shout between my own screams. "Hold on, Lex, I'm coming!"

A wave of humiliation crashed over me. I'm not sure if it was the embarrassment of needing rescued...or realizing she was watching me get dicked so thoroughly down. Despite the rush of shame, I couldn't muster any new strength or resistance, utterly helpless as the ALPHA continued to have his way with me. His cock felt like a piston between my legs, sending tingling quivers over every curve each time it plunged inside me (SP: 26-27-28).

Eyla leapt over me, flattening the ALPHA with another of those elegant and deadly spin kicks. His cock jerked out of me so suddenly it took my breath away and I dropped to my knees, breathing heavy and shivering at the sudden emptiness of my vagina. Eyla squared up to finish the ALPHA.

The sound of a bell ringing drew both our attentions. The bartender was standing again, now furiously ringing a bell behind the bar.

"Order up!" he hollered.

"Sonovabitch," I hissed, sitting up enough to aim my Plasma Pistol at him.

Infuriatingly, he quickly dropped back down behind the bar. As an idea suddenly occurred to me, I got shakily to my feet and holstered my gun. I plucked one of the Plasma Grenades clipped to my weapons belt.

"What is that?" Eyla asked.

"New toy," I replied, giving it a twist.

The blue ring around the center lit up and then began to flash at steadily increasing intervals. I chucked it behind the bar (PG: 3). As soon as I did, the ORK popped up, giving a startled and decidedly concerned shriek. A blinding white flash erupted, washing over him in a disintegrating wave that left nothing but a charred ORK skeleton. He ducked behind the bar one last time in a clattering pile.

"Damn," Eyla said.

"Yeah, found those in an armory shed at the back of the valley."

Before we could take any satisfaction in his demise, the double doors to the kitchen swung open. Two ALPHAs came charging through, followed by a pair of ORKs wearing chef hats, dirty aprons and carrying large wicked looking cleavers.

"Ladies!" came the southern drawl behind us. We both glanced over to see Crowther, standing near and gesturing urgently towards the stairs. "Perhaps we could skip last call this once?"

Without a second thought, Eyla and I dashed his way. The four MOBs were hot on our tracks, but I didn't look back. Crowther stepped out of the way, flinging a handful of his grape sized grenades at our pursuers. Then the three of us ran up the stairs, as the firecracker bangs slowed them down some.

At the top of the stairs, I turned and pulled another of the Plasma Grenades off my belt. I gave it a twist and the blue line again started flashing.

"What's that?" Crowther asked, a tinge of excitement in his fake accent.

Eyla grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the way. The ORKs and ALPHAs were crowding into the stairwell, almost falling over each other like a Three Stooges routine. I dropped the fist sized ball down the stairs, walking calmly towards my compatriots as it bounced, bounced, bounced, then detonated in a blinding flash of light. The stairwell was silent after that (PG: 2).

"Explosives were supposed to be my thing," Crowther teased.

"Well, anything a man can do..." I replied with a shrug.

"Quiet, you two," Eyla shushed. She was crouched, head tilted and the fingers of one hand splayed out against the wall, the other on the floor.

"She has an ability that detects potential threats," Crowther whispered to me, earning another shushing.

We were at the end of a hallway which ran the length of the building. The only lighting was a few primitive electric lamps stuck to the walls. Dim and flickering, they gave the hall a dingy treacherous atmosphere. There were three other doors between us and the other end of the hall.

"I think Devil Seth's in the room behind that furthest door," Eyla said, straightening. "There's definitely enemies behind that first door, but I don't know if we can sneak past them or not."

"Only one way to find out," I shrugged, and started down the hall. Of course, the only thing I was wearing beside my purple half jacket and weapon belt, was a pair of high heeled boots. They thumped on the uneven wooden floor, despite my best attempts to move slowly and quietly.

Fortunately, the door remained closed and we reached the end of the hall without incident. There was a strange humming from the other side of the door, and we all crowded around trying to figure out what it was. I tested the knob, ever so gently...it was locked.

Eyla crouched, taking out a pair of lockpicks and went to work. She fiddled with the lock a moment when suddenly it spit bright sparks at her. Then Eyla screamed in pain as blazing arcs of electricity raced up her arms. She pitched back from the door.